"Lady Elenlith?" Marsilion turned with surprise. The girl he'd noticed in the Prancing Pony hadn't spoken to him in all the days of their journey. He fumbled for words, "It is Elenlith?" He reined in Firien to come alongside the ranger girl so they could speak more easily. She nodded at his pronunciation of her name, and he continued.
"I believe I know your father. He is a brave man, my brother has travelled with him." Marsilion touched the ring on his left hand subconsciously. Gondolin who was riding just ahead of Elen, shot a look back, curiously to see where Marsilion had gone.
He looked at Elen cautiously, afraid of offending. "You have lived all your life like this?" he asked her curiously, it was uncommon to see a woman of the Dunedain on this kind of mission. The way she had spoken at the meeting in Bree, however, left little doubt in his mind that Elenlith knew what she was about on this quest.
She laughed. "Why yes." she answered. "I know nothing else." Marsilion didn't speak for a moment, and the two rode on in companionable silence.
[ April 12, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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