Niniel
Niniel stretched as she entered the common room; lifting heavy buckets all day had been unacustomed work for her. She was more used to 'light work,' though there wasn't going to be much call for that now that she had a respectable job. She waved to Aman, who was sitting with several elves, none of whom did the young woman recognize, though that was unsurprising considering how many elves Niniel had met previously--no, wait! One of the elves turned his head, and Niniel's heart gave a little flutter as she recognized Soronume.
Studiously avoiding staring at him, she walked over towards the bar, glancing back every few seconds at the handsome elf, if that be not too redundant. She just about ran into a man during one of those brief glances and only just saved herself from catastrophe.
"I-I-I do b-b-b-beg your p-p-pardon, s-s-sir! I-I-I wasn't w-watching w-w-where I was going," she stammered in apology. What was it about strange men that brought out the worst of her stutter...
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Reynion
Reynion smiled at his beloved as she enthusiastically described the places she'd been. It sounded as if she'd been enjoying her travels much more than he had his. Of course, she was unlikely to have been drunk out of her wits for most of the journey and hung-over for the rest. He lost track of her words at about the time she mentioned Ithilien; he was too caught up in watching the way her eyes sparkled, and the graceful way she moved her slender hands. A thin lock of bright hair had fallen into her face and trembled with the movement of her head for emphasis.
"Oh, that reminds me I have yet to procure a room, perhaps you can help me by directing me to the innkeeper?"
Called back to himself, Reyn mused, "Well, if you want, you could have my room. I could see if there was room in the stable..." he broke off as Taurewen shook her head emphatically. "Or we could ask Aman," he added. "I'm sure she could do something about a room for you."
He gently brushed the bit of hair out of her face, and pulled himself up onto his wooden leg with the ease brough by long years of practice. He took his staff in hand and led the way towards Aman and her many companions.
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