"Tales," Mellonin thought, as she watched the door close behind Estelyn.
She glanced at the elf and the puzzling woman with him, and wondered what story they had to tell. The elf met her glance, and then the woman looked up also, and Mellonin took several steps towards them. But the woman looked away, and with an apologetic glance, the elf waved her off. They were not yet in the mood to talk, it seemed. Hopefully, their tongues would loosen after a little more ale and wine.
Baran was still working his way through the basket of apples.
Morien kept to himself, of course; no doubt Estelyn knew all of his tales anyway. Mellonin's mental image of him consisted mostly of his shoulder or his back.
She turned hopefully towards Rôg and his older companion, and cautiously approached them. Perhaps they would be in the mood to chat.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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