Cromthal sat bolt upright at the first notes of Kenelm's song. He stared immovable tears spilling from his eyes as he watched and listened. In all his bardic days he had never heard anything quite so hauntingly beautiful.
"El-Elrond? Is that the one of whom you told me?" he asked shakily.
"Who? Kenelm? Yes, why do you go met him."
Cromthal slipped across the floor on his satin shoes and said "Good evening, I am Cromthal of Rathcoe. You are Kenelm the Elven spirit. I know you because Master Elrond has told me of you. I have wanted to meet you for a long time, it is my pleasure."
Cromthal was so excited and nervous that he could hardly stand.
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