Lóthaniel saw that Waen was holding back, but he was never any good at drawing people out, his twin sister was the better at that sort of thing. He decided that if the elf wanted to share her thoughts with them she would in her own time?
Estella had tried to comfort the elf, but when Waen had told her that she was fine the halfling turned and ordered them a fresh round of drinks. Lóthaniel thanked Estella for his drink and raised his glass of wine to her saying 'So what news is there in the shire this fine evening?'a boyish grin spread across his face, he knew how much the halflings loved to gossip and tell tales of the Shire and it's history. He was sure this halfling would be no exception.
He put down his glass and decided to light up his pipe again, for he also knew how long hobbit tales could go on for. Chuckling inwardly to himself he packed his pipe with some long leaf he had in a shabby old green pouch, He lit it up and took a couple of puffs, then sat back in his chair making himself more comfortable to listen to the hobbits tale.
[ May 18, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]
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