[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel held the note gingerly, not sure what to do with it. She did not want to fold it, for fear of marring the letters. She finally took some cloth from her pack and, every so carefully, nestled the letter so that it was kept straight within the bag. She looked up at Estelarion, who had finished tending to Calimiel's body. He looked somber, but relieved. Estelarion, however, managed a smile when Menelduliniel looked up at him. Her look clearly asked what they should now do. Estelarion merely shrugged, remaining silent for a moment.

"Gandalf said that there was a bit of treasure that we could help ourselves to," Estelarion finally said, "Do you suppose we should...?"

"Take some of it?" Menelduliniel finished. She took a breath, and then continued, "I do not know. It does not feel right. We have never really taken gold. But I suppose we will need it at some point. We cannot live off of what money your family has."

Estelarion supposed that she was right. He figured they would only take what little they needed. It did not seem right to him either, for some reason, but it was true that they would soon run out of gold. What little they made was either from what Estelarion had brought when he left home or from what they made offering their services as musicians.

They set about getting a bit of gold. They looked around. Many of the others had gone about their own business. Poppy, however, still stood nearby. The two Elves crossed to the Hobbit.

"What do you suppose you shall do now?" Menelduliniel asked the Hobbit. Poppy gave a small start at the question, seeming to be in her own world previously.

"I-I don't know," Poppy said, shrugging.

"Well," Menelduliniel smiled, "If you are of a mind, you can always come along with us. You will not be an annoyance to us in any way."

"Thank you!" Poppy smiled. The three stood, truly smiling, finally, under the beautiful sky...