Astarielle had meet many an elf form Rivendell but none that intrigued her as much as Hathalas. She rode forward and tilted her head in a brief nod.
"Mae govannen, ellen sila lumen omentielvo.
Astarielle looked deep into his eyes searching for something that even she did not know what. The rest of the group were beginning to look at her and snide comments were heard. With a sigh and a look of dismay, obviously she couldn't find what she was looking for, she turned her horse around and with a brief glance trotted back to the rear of the group.
The wind turned to the east wailing and moaning. This warned Astarielle about the dangers that lay ahead but she paid no attention to the instinct of her heart.
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"I know exactly where I have been,
But never where I will go for
I tavel on the wings of angels"
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