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Ibun stood as Elf finished speaking. ‘Ibun Lodestone here, m’lady Teluyaviel. Very pleased to meet you. Won’t you have a seat here with us?’ He hastened to pull out the empty chair for her. He had not had the opportunity to meet many Elves in his lifetime. And those he did were for the most part Elven men, seeking to trade for the gems and fine metals Ibun and his kin mined.
He was quite taken by the fair lady. Her long dark hair seemed to glimmer as she moved. He had seen such glimmerings before he thought. It was as if he looked once again into the night-dark waters of the Kheled-zaram that stood before the eastern gate of Khazad-dum and in it saw the stars reflected and twinkling on the shining waters. Recalling himself from this imagery, he bade her take a seat and asked if they might get her some refreshment.
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