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Teluyaviel’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the Orc. Powerful indeed must be the Peace of the High King in Gondor that such creatures should now roam freely. She drew back the hood of her cloak and stared fully at the one-time foe of the Elves. ‘How should she think of him now?’ she wondered to herself.
‘My name is Teluyaviel, m’lady,’ she spoke aloud to Penn, turning her gaze back to the woman. ‘Or Telu, if the other is too much a mouthful,’ she said with a grin. ‘I do find many whose tongues trip over the longer name.’ Telu nodded toward the Orc.
‘Perhaps you had better keep your little friends close about you, Penn. The Orc looks hungry. And he’s been eyeing little Pip.’
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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 . . .
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