[Imladris]

Iris of Bree

“And you are?” Niluial asked.

With a roll of the eyes, Iris wiped the tears from her cheek and raised her head. She glared at the black haired woman; her green eyes narrowed, her lips froze into a small smirk. Arching a single eyebrow, she asked, “And why would you like to know?”

Niluial shrugged and said, “Because I would like to know you better.”

Raising the other eyebrow, Iris brought the mug of cider to her lips and drowned the draught. Glancing again at Niluial she said, “I don’t think it’s that. I think you want to be polite, make me feel welcome and invited.” With a little snort, she cast her eyes down at the table and heaved a sigh. “My name is Iris,” she said coldly. “I am from Bree and am only here because I ran after a twit of a blind girl who left her home in a temper.” A stifled laugh, mocking as she glanced up the stairs Elentari had climbed, escaped her. But the laugh quickly died, and Iris played with her fingers, her green eyes fixed upon the staircase. They had softened and had become an almost dewy green. She closed her eyes and bit her lips: Finduilas was so happy here.