As the little band made its way out of the city, out into the green fields and toward the forest, LinGalad's spirits steadily rose. This was teh best of both worlds-- he had his new friends with him, and they were out of the stony hard places, and heading for trees. He hummed happily. Endereth, sensing his relief, shared a smile with Mattias. It would be good, she thought, to have one more member who is at home among the trees; so few of the men-folk were. The elves were a little worried about them.
"What are you so happy about?" Kalir muttered at LinGalad.
"For one thing, " LinGalad replied, "I'm glad to be less worried about potentially offending an entire town full of people."
Kalir chuckled at that.
"And for another, I can taste the river on the air," LinGalad smiled.
"You're an odd one, " Kalir said.
"No," Calentoliel said. "He just talks freely about what the rest of us all feel."
"Oh," Kalir said.
"Can't you smell the river?" Mattius asked.
"A little, " Kalir shrugged.
"Men, " LinGalad smiled.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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