"She's right," said Min, "I myself am from the halls of Thranduil, and many of my kin have heard of the legends of Arawil. Some of my friends will be amazed to find that she is real after all, just as I was when I first saw her!"
The elf smiled, remembering the stories he would make up about Arawil as a child. He often daydreamed of the Maia battling Spiders and hiding in the forest. His brothers and sisters often laughed at him, for having such an active imagination. But it also brought back the memories of his father and instructor, who had scolded him: "Your duty is to preserve history, Minyatalion, not to preserve dreams." It wasn't long before Min stopped inventing tales and began reciting the ancient Elvish songs, abandoning his fascination with local legends and childish fantasies. How astonishing it was to discover that the tales he had heard and disregarded were known facts!
Min stopped thinking of the past and turned to the two Maia. "So this is Laegulien? Amazing, I've met two Maiar in one day! By the way, my name is Minyatalion, but everyone knows me as Min. I am a minstrel in the halls of Thranduil. What brings you into Mirkwood?"
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