Eruwen stopped outside the inn when she heard a lovely tune suddenly rise above the noise of the crowd. Being a lover of music and poetry herself, she decided to drop on in.
Noticing that most of the attention of the inn was fixed on a certain Elf in the corner, Eruwen slid silently to an empty table. She sat gazing at the wonderful sound before her ears. It had been long since she had heard a song like that. Ever since she left her home in Mirkwood, that is.
Eruwen sat silently and motionless as the other Elf finished his song. Her long, dark hair was tossed by a small breezed coming in through an open window behind her. Oh, how much she wished she were back in her homeland. Just listening to the brief voice of this stranger reminded her of the long, warm nights she would sit in the treetops and listen to the music of the wind.
But then Eruwen's mind suddenly switched to the night she left. The loneliest night of her life. As a tear started to fall down her cheek, she forced her concentration back to the crowd in the inn.
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