Falowik closed his eyes, soaking in her words. Only that which would bring you joy, Falowik. Man of honour, clever and true, such things would I have you hold, love. He opened his eyes again and looked deep into hers, shining with her wholehearted smile. She had made her choice, and he was astounded by it. She chose to call wise the deed he had done, and foolish what he might have done, overlooking the cold heart that had cared little if at all for the captured man. She had seen that cold heart last night, and had warmed it by her touch and word. He smiled.
"You bring me joy, fair Uien." There was a twinkle in his eye and his smile grew wider. He set his hands on her waist and lifted her into the air. Her hands came down on his shoulders and her eyes came alight. She spoke his name once in surprise. He turned a circle with deft feet, watching her eyes and flying hair as the stars twirled above her, and set her down safely on two feet.
"I shall seek other ways to lift you high!" He offered her his hand. "Shall we make a circuit of the fence?"
She took his hand. "Are you not hungry?"
"Who needs food? I'm full!"
They walked hand in hand with quick steps, away from the Inn. Falowik's voice could be heard as their forms grew small. "I know! I'll lift my voice in song! I'll make verse of fair Uien-" There were more words from the Man, and happy words tripped from the lips of the Elf maiden as they marked the outer course of the horses' pasture. Were there any onlookers, they would have lost count of the number of times they traipsed around the fence. Little difference it made to them; they had the stars, the ground beneath their feet, and each other. Much later they made their way to the Inn to find the Innkeeper and arrange sleeping quarters for Falowik.
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