Megilien listened with interest, as the man described taking an elf-maiden to the Havens. She had the distinct impression he was lying, or not telling the whole truth to her. But then, he hastily changed the subject, asking her where she was from.
"I am from Rivendell," she told him quietly. "As you have no doubt already gathered from my dark hair." She sipped her wine, and watched him with interest. There was only one way she could find out if he was lying. "I don't suppose you'd care to tell me what the name of the Elf was?" she asked casually.
[ July 30, 2003: Message edited by: Elentarimir ]
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