"What did he say his name was?" the Elf-maid asked, a smile playing around her lips.
"Fin-something, I think," the man replied. "What would you have to drink, Nurumaiel?"
"Oh, nothing at the moment," the Elf Nurumaiel said. "I'm more interested in meeting some of these Elves. Why do we not go over to Fin and talk with him and his Elven friends? They seem kind enough."
"Very well," the man said. "But I don't know how these Elves will welcome a man from Rohan."
Nurumaiel and the man moved over to the table where Fin was sitting. "Hello," Nurumaiel said. "Do you mind if we sit with you?"
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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