Several of the Snowhobbits came crowding around Child's knee begging for a story. Maura laughed and said, "It's your turn now. I've used up all my arsenal, and can't think of any more."
Child thought and thought. Many tales of the Third and Fourth Age came creeping back into her mind. Battles, Rings, Mount Doom? These would not do at all. She sorted through her images one-by-one, and then arrived at the perfect choice. She told the Snowhobbits the story of the mer-man Levanto and his hopeless love for the beautiful Elf Piosenniel. The boys loved the telling as Child made it very funny, explaining how Levanto had pursued the Elf day and night, and how she still managed to escape from his clutches.
The boys were very curious what a mer-man looked like and asked question after question. Child was happy to comply, spinning wild yarns about the daring mer-man and his exploits. When she finally came to the end of the tales, Maura came over with a puzzled face, "Is that true, Nitir? Or are you taking us on a wild chase again?" But she would only smile and not say anything more.
[ August 19, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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