All afternoon, Nedieth had browsed the market tables but now it was early evening, so she headed back to the inn. By now she was smiling and looking over her new-found treasures like an excited elfling. In her hands she carried a beautiful glass bowl with flowers painted on the bottom and an ashwood box. On her head she wore a crown of white flowers that a hobbit lass had made for her. Around her neck she wore a new necklace with a flax chain and a brass charm imbedded with litte jewels that looked like stars. She chuckled gleefully, remembering what her mother had taught her about relishing in simple gifts.
As she neared the inn, she became more and more anxious to sip some warm apple cider and try to start a conversation with someone. These complete changes in mood were common in her, she reflected.
she would be sad one moment and the next be smiling sunshine.
She put the box and bowl back in her pack as she entered the inn and settled herself at a table. She glanced around the room as she waited for some to come to her and noticed an elf who sat with a women having her hair braided. Nedieth's heart beat faster as she realized the elf looked like she came from Eryn Lasgalen. She stood up quickkly and made her way over to the elf's table. As she neared, she heard the women beside her call her Elentari.
[ October 21, 2003: Message edited by: Larien Lindorenan ]
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