[Nurumaiel]

As the light shone from the door, Celebgaladhgwend, who was still at the inn, though mostly remaining hidden, turned her eyes for a brief moment to see an Elven woman step into the inn. If anyone had been near her, they might have seen her eyes grow hard, sternly watching every move the newcomer made, and they might have heard her low whisper, "Be it that it is not she."

Yet then her expression lightened, and a soft smile came to her face as she sunk once more into her dark corner. I suppose it would be considered a compliment, she thought as her eyes turned to watch each of the other Elves in turn, that I was afraid of this Elf because she bore such a strange resemblance to my mother. I can be certain that my mother is in the closest liking to an Elf of all mortals.

Laughter nearly escaped her as a new thought came to her mind. I can also be certain that any faithful and loving daughter or son would think so of their mother of the race of Man.