Rûdhchamion was not surprised when the elf maiden argued on behalf of the half-elf. He was more surprised when Anarya kissed him on the cheek. It had taken him a few minutes to shake off the initial shock and control the grin that was starting to form at the corner of his mouth. Knowing the young wolf’s attentiveness to details, he waited a few seconds more before joining them.
He sighed inwardly. As he came nearer, Khelek flashed him a wolfish grin, even the young female glanced slightly at him.
“Very well, Taralphiel. My companions have convinced me that it would do well to let you come with us, “ he caught Khelek’s mischievous wink at Anarya, who was smiled back at the pup.
“I am curious though of your tale. You mentioned you were following his trail… but we are in the vicinity of the enemy. Dol Goldur has never been a warm place to those of the Rohirrim. Tell us, if it you know more on the circumstances of your separation.”
She needs our aid, the young wolf stated firmly, still amused at the dark elf’s reaction to Anarya unexpected kiss.
The dark elf sighed and turned to his two companions, smiling slightly, if not somewhat shyly at Anarya. “It may be that her tale can be of aid to our quest as well.”
He returned his gaze to Taralphiel.
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