The silence was broken by a short cough from Lîn. "You must be Thorgeleb."
"Silence," said Balin.
"How do you know my name, dwarf?" replied one of the courtiers.
Lîn glanced at Balin. Balin growled, "Answer him."
"The ring on your left forefinger bears three opals; two are the eagle's eyes, the third is his heart."
"You are Lîn? The opal-setter?"
"Fussiest ring I ever made, " Lîn growled, and Thorgeleb laughed. "Well, Silver Eagle, do you like it?"
Thorgeleb lowered his bow-- just a little-- and answered wth a wry nod.
The prince of Mirkwood frowned. "I have not heard anyone call you by that name. Who gave it you?"
"My betrothed, " the courtier replied, in a voice that forebad mockery.
The prince nodded, careful not to laugh or smile, and turned his attention back to Flori and Balin, and waited their response.
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