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Undómë · 12-13-2005, 02:19 PM

Telu barges in on the two Dwarves and the man from Gondor

‘So much for the patience of Elves,’ thought Teluyaviel as she fidgeted on her chair. Her brother, Tindomion, had abandoned her to see to some business in the stables concerning their horses. And the other guests in the Inn who had been such pleasant company for the morning meal had gone, too. The dark haired Elf maiden twisted a lock of hair about the fingers of her right hand and looked about the room for someone interesting to talk to.

A conversation at a nearby table caught her interest, and it was not long before she was listening in, her keen ears picking up the exchange of information between the two Dwarves and the young man.

She looked him over covertly, wondering how old he was and how long he’d been away from home and was he soon to return. There was talk of Orcs and bandits; of blades and bows and quests, or so she thought of the adventures the three companions were speaking of. She understood from what the young man said that he was from Gondor.

‘Pardon me,’ she said, drawing near the table where Ibun, Fror, and Farael sat. Her fair cheeks reddened a little at her own boldness. ‘My name is Teluyaviel, a guest here also at the Inn. I couldn’t help but overhear that you are from Gondor.’ Her dark grey eyes looked questioningly at Farael. ‘Would you mind if I asked – have you visited the new Ithilien, since the Elves of Woodland Realm settled there? What is it like?’

12-13-2005, 02:19 PM	#2366
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Telu barges in on the two Dwarves and the man from Gondor ‘So much for the patience of Elves,’ thought Teluyaviel as she fidgeted on her chair. Her brother, Tindomion, had abandoned her to see to some business in the stables concerning their horses. And the other guests in the Inn who had been such pleasant company for the morning meal had gone, too. The dark haired Elf maiden twisted a lock of hair about the fingers of her right hand and looked about the room for someone interesting to talk to. A conversation at a nearby table caught her interest, and it was not long before she was listening in, her keen ears picking up the exchange of information between the two Dwarves and the young man. She looked him over covertly, wondering how old he was and how long he’d been away from home and was he soon to return. There was talk of Orcs and bandits; of blades and bows and quests, or so she thought of the adventures the three companions were speaking of. She understood from what the young man said that he was from Gondor. ‘Pardon me,’ she said, drawing near the table where Ibun, Fror, and Farael sat. Her fair cheeks reddened a little at her own boldness. ‘My name is Teluyaviel, a guest here also at the Inn. I couldn’t help but overhear that you are from Gondor.’ Her dark grey eyes looked questioningly at Farael. ‘Would you mind if I asked – have you visited the new Ithilien, since the Elves of Woodland Realm settled there? What is it like?’ __________________ Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .