The western skies glowed brilliant orange and red as the sun disappeared below the horizon. Elves began to gather beneath the magnificently carved beams of Elrond's Great Hall. Food filled the laden tables, for it was rumoured that the armies of Gil-Galad and Isildur would arrive very soon and Elrand wanted to show himself a gracious host, despite the fact that they would all being going to war in a matter of days.
Melost entered the Hall and looked everywhere for Arthain, still concerned at the rift between them. He spied Anwenelme in a lovely silver dress and strode across the room to meet her. The icy expression on her face bespoke a recent confrontation with her mother and he grinned at the relieved look when her eyes met his. He kissed her hand, then murmured "Difficult afternoon, beloved?" She sighed, then kissed him lightly. "Melost, just find us some place where we can eat in peace...please?" Melost smiled. "Of course! Come, my lady, let us adjourn to the far corner, where we shouldn't be disturbed.
He noticed Arthain, Thelian and Dorlas as they entered, looking the tables over hungrily. Melost waved to Arthain, indicating where they would sit and Arthain nodded acknowledgement. Anwenelme's lips tightened. She hadn't wanted to be with anyone but Melost and now she would have to share their table with Men! She wondered if he would always be this unfeeling...
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Cuthalion ]
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