"Swinging on a chandelier. Ah, yes, I do remember that spectacl-- er-- seeing you earlier. Yes. Well-met, Menelien." Menelien smiled, and then turned to Arafangwen and mentioned something about a hippo.
LinGalad listened as the names rolled musically off Bethberry's tongue: "Auriel Haevasawen, Brinniel, Ithaeliel, and Mattius." He leaned sideways, his elven eyesight of little use to him when blocked by a hobbit-child's body.
"Do you mind?" Gamba objected as LinGalad blocked his view.
"Sorry, " LinGalad muttered. "But I think-- Yes! I saw these folk at a distance crossing the plains toward Isengard!"
"Where?" Gamba replied irritably.
"Isengard! Isengard!" LinGalad shouted in frustration, earning strange looks from those nearby. He blushed. "Er, I mean, Hurray! Bravo! Well done, Auriel Haevasawen, Brinniel, Ithaeliel, and Mattius!"
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