Waen stepped out of the Inn she felt a little silly for her reaction to the Elf, but she could sense a pain in him deeper then the wound on his leg.She wanted to help him, she did not know why.
Waen suddenly realized that Kit had also been sensitive to the elf,she wondered why.Then out of the distance she saw a Hobbit approaching, Waen thought it might be Estella,but it was another woman.
As she drew near she called "Hi,Are you from Bree?" Waen was a little taken back by the Hobbit's bluntness, but then she remembered Estella was like that as well,and it made her smile.
The thought of the elf left her mind for a moment, she brushed her hair away from her face,reveiling her long pointed elven ears."No,I come from fair Lothlorien.May I ask your name?" Waen said with a lovely smile.
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The red rose whispers of passion/And the white rose breathes of love/O,the red rose is a falcon/And the white rose is a dove/
But I send you a cream-white rosebud/With a flush on it's petal tips/For the love that is purest and sweet/Has a kiss of desire on the lips/
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