Melost threw himself off his horse and ran towards his beloved, or Arthain hoped it was his beloved, grabbing her and embracing her tightly. Then another elf woman came out and began fussing around him. Thelian grinned and chuckled as Melost was led inside, dismounting himself, and a few seconds later emerged on the balcony.
"Who is that?" Arthain asked quietly. The elf looked up, surprised, and looked at the man for a moment as if he wasnt sure why he was here.
"Oh...thats Menelya." He rolled his eyes jokingly. "Anwaelme's mother."
"Ah. Anwen...right." Arthain was certain he was going to forget the names. From above, he heard Melost call Thelian at Menelya's request, saying that she would like to reaquaint herself with the squire. Thelian shot a panicky look at Arthain before obliging and running up the steps at a dignified pace.
Arthain dismounted slowly, and Dorlas did the same. The captain saw his squire look at him and smile nervously. Arthain nodded to him, attempting to return the smile, before their horses were whisked away by a pair of fair-haired elves, both of whom looked as if they were about Dorlas's age, but who Arthain knew were no doubt decades older. He looked around, fiddling with the ring on his finger and wondering what to do next...
[ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]
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