[*Varda*]

Varda sat there for some time, looking around, after listening to Rimbaud’s speech. She got up and went over to the bar, where she noticed a man named Mithadan speaking to a small creature on his shoulder. She frowned slightly, and turned away. No doubt she would find out about it later. She ordered ale, and after receiving it, turned to sit. She surveyed the room, and chose the seat by Gandalf. She hadn’t seen him for a while, being on her travels through Middle-Earth. And no one knew tales of old better than Gandalf.

Varda especially loved the tales from the West, but knew no one who could tell her many of these. Elven lore fascinated her deeply, and she quietly sang the Lay of Leithian, placing her ale down on the table on front of her.