[Manardariel]

Eorlyn peered at him. He seemed nice enough, and it was good too know some men had the same problems.

"Yes, I´d love to." She smiled. He lead her into the dining room. To her relief everyone else seemed to have gone into the other room. She didn´t think she could look anyone into the face, especially not Rhys. She was stil embaressed, even though she was also rather relieved. She´d never thought lieing was so hard! It felt better to be honest, she decided. While they were waiting for their food, she studied Almarien closely. He seemed so nice!

"Sir? I heard you speak of your children earlier. How old are they again?" The man´s expression brightened. Eorlyn smiled at the fond look on his face. Clearly, his children were the apples of his eye.

"Talormé is six now, old enough to be taught shooting and such things. With some luck, I´ll one day pass him this sword. Alanai, who is four..."

Fascinated, Eorlyn listened. She couldn´t imagine anyone had ever spoken of his children with such love. In the world she had grown up in, little children were an annyance and bigger children were something to show off with. But never, never, where children just so simply loved. She was amazed at this new picture of childhood. And while she listened to Almarien, Eorlyn wondered if she ever would have children to be this fond of.

[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]