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Nethwador stood off to one side, watching, listening, waiting. Everyone looked so worried and upset. Mellondu was back again, so that meant Amroth was hidden. He will be back. They worry too much.
Taitheneb turned with a half-bemused glance, and his face softened into the barest hint of a smile.
Nethwador was tempted to laugh out loud. Nothing could darken this day. Bella had smiled at him, had spoken to him, had touched his arm. Yesterday, she had laid her head on his shoulder. Life was good.
He turned. She was watching him. He smiled at her, turned away, but then glanced back again.
Mellondu could wait; they were being far too gloomy for a glad morning such as this. I will see to Bella.
Taitheneb held back a chuckle, and nodded. The lad's joy was easily caught, and Taitheneb was glad of it. When Bella has time, perhaps she could sing.
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