Sofiya hadn't been asked to sing again, but that was probably because of the free ale which had been given out. Sofiya noticed a young elf looking at a map. It wasn't everyday an elf needed a map. Maybe she was half-elven.
"Hello," said Sofiya as she walked up to the half-elf. "I'm Sofiya. I haven't seen you here before. Though, I'm not exactly a regualar here myself," she added with a half embarrassed smile.
"Nice to meet you," replied the half-elf. "My name is Nevlhachien. What brang you to the shire? I don't quite know how I came to be in such a nice dwelling, but it's nice."
"Oh, well," replied Soifya stumbling over her words. "To be quite honest," she paused. This was hard to say. "To be quite honest I should be in Valar with my family. They sailed, but I decided to stay." Sofiya was surprised that she hadn't lost her voice completely. She was losing her shyness.
"Oh," said Nevlhachien. "Well, I say wise choise. It's too nice here to want to leave! So, where did you come from?" Nevlhachien was quite interrested. Soifya was her first new friend in the Shire.
"I'm from Mirkwood," Sofiya answered. "I have been here, in the Shire I mean, for a few weeks now. How about you?" Sofiya was sure Nevlhachien and herself would be good friends.
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