[Elfwine]

The merriment and happiness of the moment dispersed, as did the people it touched, including the Rohirrim. She had disappeared behind the counter, and the others had gone about their business. He tightened in his chair as Esgallhugwen found a seat beside, and the fingers of his right hand, which had been sprawled across the low set table before him, curled fist-ward. His left hand raised the mug once more to his lips, and he took a savouring sip.

The fire behind had transferred as much of its energy to Auryn as was comfortable, and the young man shifted position restlessly. Letting out a sigh of discontent, he loosened the ties of heavy cloak and pulled it back to reveal the old burgundy tunic he wore over a worn and wrinkled cream-shaded shirt. Shaking the waves of deep brown hair from his eyes, he slid his fingers from the mug and crossed his arms in a new, laid back stance.