[ElenCala Isil]

Túrelie looked up in surprise as the voice of the elf-maid called out to her. Her voice was so familiar. Túrelie said nothing for the moment, but sit, trying to match the voice to a voice she thought she once knew. She set down her mug of ale and placed her left hand upon the table. A beam of light shot up and in every direction, in every colour. But the one beam which called to her attention lead straight to the elf-maiden.

She strayed back into thought. She struggled to remember anything about her parents, whom she rarely ever saw. Túrelie could naturally assume some things about her past, even if something was to be hid from her. The ring, she had found it ages ago. She knew it was her mothers.

Now, now it seemed to Túrelie, that there was a new piece to the puzzle of her life. The elf before her. Inside herself, Túrelie knew that this elf could tell her something about her past. It was then that Túrelie had finally made up her mind.

She drained the rest of her mug and walked up to the seat right next to the maiden. Once again she fiddled with the ring, and this time she slipped the ring off her finger, and placed in on the counter in front of them. She slid the ring in front of the elf.

"Do you know anything about this ring?" Túrelie proceeded to ask.

The elf shook her head gently and slid the ring back towards Túrelie. Disappointed, Túrelie slipped the ring on her finger again. But she knew that the elf could tell her something, and she felt that the elf did know something about the ring.

Once more, Túrelie rose, and she walked outside once more. This time she sat close to the stables, where she could see how her horse was being kept.

She longed to be able to weep, to be sad, but she could not. All her emotions were inside herself, and she was unable to share them with anyone.

She looked up at the stars, and felt trapped. There must be some way she could find out about her past. The thought of living an eternity wondering who her parents were tortured her.

She closed her eyes and thought about the little she knew of. Softly she raised her voice and began to sing the song she had heard so often when she was younger. It was a sweet song, but Túrelie's version was tainted with pain and mystery. But as she sung, and focused solely on the song, it seemed to her she could nearly see her mother. But alas, she knew it was not so.

Inside herself, Túrelie sobbed. Forever she shed tears of pain. She had spent so long searching for any clue to lead her to her parents, but there was nothing. Until now, when she had reached The Shire. She made up her mind that she could not let this clue to her past slip past her. Slowly, she walked back inside the inn.