Elwen notices the change in tone of Soronūmė voice, however slight, as he speaks of singing. She laughes gentle.
"So my friend, I can hear in your voice that you take pleasure in singing. Maybe you would like to try my flute. It would fill my heart with joy once more to hear it played and I can see that great talent is hidden within you."
Elwen picks up the small silver flute from atop her folded elven grey cloak. It feels cool and reasureing to the touch, like soft snow after it has fallen. Elwen extends the flute to Soronūmė, smiling softly and longing to hear it played once more. Finally she has found one who could play the flute with the same talent as she had once hear it played, Elwen could tell.
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Nai Vardo eleni ilye lumenn' enomentielvo siluvar!
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