[Maegaladiel]

Nahai looked at Morwyn, touched. She had a sneaking suspicion that these bells held great sentimental value to Morwyn.

"You did not need to give me anything in return," she said. "The flute was a gift."

"As is this," Morwyn replied stoutly, not allowing room for further arguement. "A gift among friends." Their eyes met, and for a moment, it looked as though the Beorning would once again weep. But these tears would not have been of sadness. She was truly touched by this act of friendship.

Slowly her fingers closed around the sparkling garland of bells, their musical tones slightly muffled by her hand. She raised them to her heart, the sunlight dancing merrily across their silver surfaces. A dangling bell chimed once, then twice, it's light, joyous sound ringing loud and clear above the rest of the bar's noise. She smiled again, her eyes faintly glistening. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it as the words never came. She gave a short laugh.

"Words fail to express how thankful I am, Lady Morwyn." she said. Then she was once again serious. "Your gift means much to me." Only one other person had ever presented her with such a gift, and that was Celecu. Before he had given her the silver ring, he left her a wonderful and magical gift, a wooden flute. One she played to remember him by, and passed on to someone who needed it more than she.

Nahai wrapped the bells around her left wrist, creating a kind of makeshift bracelet that sang in a joyous chorus of laughter every time she moved her hand. The gift of music was great indeed.