Randir's mind whirled. This elf claimed to have known Eglawen, to have traveled with her! Distrustful of men, she had said! "She was my mother's counsin," He repeated. "If you have met her, you must have met her young sons. Would not any mother wish for protection on so perilous a journey?"
He saw Megilien's expression and laughed. "Perilous, yes. Do not play the fool. This land is peaceful, you say, yet we both sit at an inn in the Shire with swords at our sides!" He told her, by saying this, that he had noticed she was not unarmed, and that he knew she knew he wore a sword, hidden though it was. Suddenly a thought struck him.
"To Rivendell you traveled?" He asked. "Do you not dwell in Imladris itself? How is it that you managed to stray so far from your home? Eglawen held her last home to be in Ithilen, where she dwelt before her westward journeys. Surely you did not fight in the wars! How was it, then, that you came to meet her, lady of Rivendell?"
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