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Old 12-03-2003, 06:11 PM   #192
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Mellonin stared at him, wide-eyed, and struggled. "Anduin. The Vale of Anduin. In the North. Ah... Mr. Baran, do-- did you enjoy living there?"

He considered her, bit an apple in half, chewed thoughtfully, and said, "The bees are happy and the crops grow well." Her popped the other half into his mouth as he broke the bread in half. "It's cooler there."

"So you... came from quite far north. And you like bees and honey... " Mellonin stammered, and then took a very deep breath and mustered another smile. She was desperate to ask abour her brother, but Baran was clearly interested in food and not talk. "Perhaps later when you have had your fill and are rested you could tell us a tale or two about your journey?"

Baran eyed her sidelong as he finished half of his honeyed bread and reached for another apple. "Rrrmph." One of the grey-clad servants silently disappeared through the kitchen door, and by the time Baran finished the rest of the half-loaf, another plate of honeyed, buttered bread was laid before him, with more apples. He glanced at Mellonin. "Perhaps." Then he broke the bread in half and set to.

"Please call me if I can help you, " Mellonin murmured. As she wandered towards another table, she let her path take her behind the great big man, and she studied his glossy brown hair, which seemed determined to escape the braid. It was much lighter in color than the average Gondorian's hair, and had a curl to it, and it glistened in the candlelight. She lingered another moment, studying his massive frame, and wished she could think of something interesting to say to him.

The door opened again, and another guest entered. This one looked so ordinary compared to Baran that she smiled at him without a second thought. It turned out to be an aquaintance, and they had a brief pleasant chat before he ordered some ale.

After that she busied herself about the common room, humming and occasionally singing a single verse. Few heard what she sang, but the elf could hear.

The city walls run glistening
Round Mindolluin's knee
Ecthelion's tower is listening
To Anduin's tales of the sea.
While in the dark sky shimmering
Gilthoniel's fires burn free,
The Seventh Star is hidden here
On Mindolluin's knee.

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