Ellie's reaction was one Drago had not necessarily expected, but appreciated. He liked being able to happily impress, even mystify people, then tell them how he'd done it, if he liked them well enough.
He followed her over to the window, as she chatted about the view, which was, of course, invisible at the moment, it being night.
"Yes, you are silly," he said in a fond voice. "Silly Ellie," she was very sweet...
These words, that had really been meant in a friendly fashion, to make Ellie smile, to show comraderie, but they suddenly, startlingly transformed the girl, from curious and friendly, to utterly miserable. She looked and sounded ready to cry, giving in to it at his further questioning.
"Ellie--?!" Drago faltered, sinking to the floor next to her, gently touching her arm, wrapped around herself now. "Are you alright? What's the matter?"
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" Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"
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