"I've never been to Rohan. What's it like." asked Ravon. Lewis looked up and found himself looking into the eyes of Ravon. He looked at her face, studying it for a second, before looking away. Her elvish beauty had made him feel unworthy of looking into her eyes.
"Ahh yes, Rohan," he started with a sigh, as though he was remembering something he loved much, and missed dearly. He began talking about the wide open fields, the feel of the wind in your face as you ride across them.
Lewis then began to talk about the city of Edoras, and the glorious golden hall of the king Eomer. He then talked about the rebuilding of Helms Deep, which had started just before he had left.
He then sat there for a while deep in thought and memory. He looked up and saw Ravon still looking at him, Eofeng also seemed to be reminiscing about old times.
"Oh, here I go, blabbing on about so much stuff, that you're no longer listening out of interest anymore. Just doing it to be polite." Lewis said with a chuckle, raising his drink to his lips.
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