[Sirithheruwen]

Twylight had sat unmoving for a very long time, deep in thought. Finally, she decided to go visit Iadarion in the other room. Gathering up her parchment and writing-rock, she stood up.

When she was halfway across the room, the door to the Inn banged open. Whirling around, she stood not five feet away from the newcomers. There were several hobbit, but the taller figures behind them caught her eye. Twylight's eyes settled on a face set in stone, with neither happiness nor grief showing in its fair countenance. She guessed she was an elf, and as she flicked her long hair to one side, her suspicions were confirmed by a set of pointed ears.

Twylight had not been near to many people of her own gender. Truthfully, she had never been near many people at all. Smiling abstentmindedly, she gazed at the newcomers in awe. Remembering her original mission, her face became more stern. Turning reluctantly, she made her way to the back of the common room, and up to the general direction of where she thought her room was. She was helped along by bouts of song.

Turning the handle to the room, she poked her head in cautiously. Iadarian was lying on the bed, trying to push off the hobbit lad who had helped them earlier. Running over, she helped hold him down while the hobbit gave him his tea, sip by agonizing sip. Judging by the aroma coming off it, it was laced with herbs.

The songs grew shorter and softer, until finally Iadarian dozed off. Falling back into a pair of comfortable chairs, the hobbit lad and elf maid both sighed with relief.