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Larien smiled when Eothen mentioned being one of the rohirrim. She recalled an adventure she had had a few years ago in Rohan. She had the privilage to meet the King and many of the soldiers and captains. She wondered if she had met this man before.
Her smile faded quickly when she remembered the consequences of that adventure, though. One of the very events that had led to her sitting at that table with this stranger in the Shire.
‘My Lady...’ She looked up quickly, remembering her manners, hoping he had not noticed her attentions wandering off. The Stranger's voice trailed off, a look of uncertainty crossing his face. I hope I haven't offended him in some way. She worried to herself.
‘And what is your name, my Lady? Are you from around here?’
Larien's face flushed with embarresment when she realized she had forgotten her manners and failed to introduce herself.
'Forgive me sir!' She cried. 'I am Larien Telemnar. I am a traveller, going from one place to another- but there was a time that I lived in Rivendell, as the adopted daughter of Lord Elrond.'
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Oh look! It's a Blog!! What's it do? *Pushes button* *Hammer zings out* *SPLAT!* *Flat Hobbit* Oh! So that's what it does! *Moan*
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