The group rode together, a little conversation flitted around, though it was usually very forced. Lorin could see that, for some reason, Elentari didn't like Khōrbar, though it may've been that she didn't know him, Lorin didn't know, but Elentari was definately colder towards him than the rest of them.
Lorin's mood had improved since the battle and Airerūthiel was well on the way to recovery. To Lorin this seemed like a reason to celebrate, but only Elentari and Soronūmė seemed to think the same. Eruwen was strangely silent.
Lorin could think of nothing else but to sing, an old song she'd been taught while in the Golden Wood. It spoke of Nimrodel. The elves there knew it all, the others there either knew some of the words or the tune was familiar to them. There was now silence all round, Lorin sang on, hoping for others to join her.
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