Nuinyulma continued to gaze back at the ranger. She wasn't aware they had them in Gondor but so it appeared. She asked him why he wasn't rangering in his home land but he declined an answer by instead sipping his drink (though flinching at the same time as he he didn't like it) and turning the questions to her.
"So Nuinyulma," he spoke softly, rolling the words off his tongue with ease, "where are you from. There are not many elven maidens in this part of Middle Earth."
She told him of her journey from Lorien and of her wanderings. She also told him of her non-existent future plans and then realised she was rambling and stopped talking. Meanwhile Doran just continued staring at the floor.
"Are you well Mr Deroder?" He didn't look up but just continued staring at the floor. "Well, I'll be off then."
He suddenly jerked his head up and Nuinyulma saw his face properly for the first time. "No. Don't go."
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~*Nuinyulma*~
All that is gold does not glitter...
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