Varda sat in the Inn, sipping her ale, minding her business. Her eyes opened when she saw a friend she had not seen for many years enter the Inn, whereupon she swiftly got up to welcome her.
“Malienna! It has been some time!” The tired woman looked up to see Varda, and smiled.
“Varda! What brings you to Rohan?” she asked.
“Rest from my travels,” Varda sighed, “but I have not seen you in this Inn before. What brings you here now?”
“Horse thieves,” Malienna said. “I come to speak to Aelfritha, and wish to set out to help rescue these horses. Are you helping?” Varda shook her head.
“It is no business for an elf,” she answered. “In any case, I come here seeking rest, unless my services are urgently called for.”
“Then I will see you when – if – I return,” Malienna said. “Farewell, friend.” Malienna left to prepare for the journey, and Varda took up a seat near the door.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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