"Met her?" The words came out before Beren could hold them back, the taste of cynicism rolling off his lips. After all, it wasn't Aman's fault he hadn't introduced himself, but then again, not being able to fit his name in the pauses of her sentences wasn't exactly helping.
"Well, hello, I suppose it is, M'dear." he spoke in the most eloquent tone he could manage. After all, the elven folk always seemed so proper to him. "Lovely Inn, this one," his hands moved to encompass the Inn. For some reason, he had always moved his hands while talking. "I, for one, am glad you left it to Miss Aman, here. The fair light of this land, she is, if I may so." He risked a wink in her direction at these last words. She had moved off a bit, just as he finally started speaking.
Just then, something caught his eye. What on earth was with that staring man? Something about those eyes caught him, some meaning they conveyed. Then again, perhaps it was what they were staring at...
His mind jumped back to the conversation at hand, leaving the matter of the overly-inquisitive stranger for the time being. "Your Inn seems to attract such odd people, m'lady, part of the reason I love it here. I've even decided to stay on as the gardener. It's so lovely around here, if you get my meaning. The land, the buildings, the...people." Here his glance shifted slightly again. It certainly was difficult to keep his mind off of her.
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