'An Elf!' she thought to herself. 'Again I am mistaken for one of the First Born.' She shook her head. 'Has it been so long that all memory has faded, even from this Ancient Forest? I wonder now if this is why she sent me?'
She turned toward her amiable companion and responded to his question. 'A fair wind and a swift ship brought me over the straight and starry way, my friend. Far, indeed, from my hearth!'
They had reached the edge of the glade, stepping just past the line of trees which ringed it.
'Do you wish to rest a while here?' she asked the oak. 'Or shall we continue on in to the midst of the festivities?'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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