[Elfwine]

He raised the tin mug to his lips and sipped at the sweet ale, exhaling satisfyingly after he swallowed a drink's worth. The gentle drum beat that had sounded against the battlements had come to a halt, and he found himself staring out of the small, rectangular windows near the Inn's entrance. The rain had ceased, and needles of sunlight pierced through the murky glass and splashed the tavern walls with gold.

Coincedentally, a burst of merriment errupted near to where the halflings had retreated. What he heard first, and eventually saw, was a she-elf and her apparent husband. The two were greeted by wide grins and open arms; those of Ruby and Buttercup and the Cook. He smiled meekly at their happiness, then took a long drink of his pint. Eyes allowed a glance at the Rohirrim woman, then rested on the contents of his mug.