[*Varda*]

Having heard all that she needed to hear, Elena returned to her seat. Her eyes glanced about the room, settling upon Siriel and Tiriel, who were nearby. Pushing her chair back, she walked over to them, her eyes gleaming and her mouth desperate to tell this new gossip.

“Listen...”she said, appearing before them and turning so that they could see Finduilas. “Have you heard that our new arrival from Dol Amroth may not really be from there at all?” An expression of surprise flickered across their faces as they looked Finduilas up and down, and turned back to Elena.

“Who did you hear it from?” Siriel asked her.

“Dryea. They don’t remember ever seeing or hearing of Finduilas in Dol Amroth…they did say she might have been too young then, but it seems a little suspicious…” Elena replied. This news duly given, Elena departed the small group, returning to her seat to eat.

She sat at the table, sipping some wine, while watching Finduilas’ movements through the room. The woman seemed to be confident and friendly enough…but surely Dryea, her sister and their mother would have known who she was? And Finduilas didn’t seem to be lying…still, she knew Dryea better than this stranger who had come into their midst, and she trusted her far more.