Fawain and Lóthaniel sat for hours with Daethaur discussing routes and secret passages under the mountains. Lóthaniel leaned back in his chair and stretched his stiff limbs and had a look around the now busy room.
He saw a young woman sitting in the corner alone. No, not alone a small hawk sat in the rafters just above her head, as she tied her hair up he noticed that she was an elf, he was suprised at how short she was. He decided he would leave Fawain and Daethaur to sort out the finer details of their journey, and go and join the young elf.
He excused himself, and went to the bar to get a refill. 'some more mulled wine my good lady' he said smiling warmly. Aman smiled back at him while filling his glass, he handed her some coins telling her to get one for herself, she thanked him. He raised his glass to her and excused himself saying 'I think there is a young lady in the corner needing some company' and with that he went over to join the Small Elf.
'May I join you' he asked smiling warmly, just then the the Hawk swooped down from the rafters defensively and sat on her shoulder screeching loudly. He didn't flinch instead he looked directly at the hawk and let out a low screech of his own the hawk screeched back approvingly and flew back up to the rafters, he turned back to the small elf saying 'my name is Lóthaniel Dëafea from Rivendell and you are....'
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"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.
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