"are you of the Dúnedain?" the lady Lésheria asked, then looking apologetic. Silvanis looked at her gently and said,
'Worry not of your questions, for if the answer I wish not to give, I will not. But you are perceptive, for I am of the line of Halvaris, who was a guardsman of King Arvedui of old and who was lost upon the ice with him.'
He did not speak of more of his line, for there could still be some hard feelings between the elves of Rivendell and his father. But surely in these times after the defeat of Sauron there could be peace? He had never found any news of what happened to his father and only got ill looks when his name was mentioned in Rivendell.
Silvanis went in a little more of himself to Lésheria...
'Though the line was thought lost, it had come to be that Sían, daughter of the Chieftan of the Lossoth, conceived and bore a son. The birth of the boy Sívaril was spoke over by the chieftan that so the doom rested upon his father, so to it would rest upon the line. This is family lore passed down through the many generations since the time of King Arvedui, yet in so much it holds true of the fate of my fathers. Yet, as the line of Elendil persevered through the years to King Elessar, so to does the line of Halvaris, from father to son.'
It was good to hear of the brothers Elladan and Elrohir, and he would have to call upon the King sometime. But the thought of the war and the death would come, and though he wondered of the other Rangers he rode with, thoughts always come back to Halbarad, and his brother Hayna, and not remember the glorious triumph upon the Anduin and the Pelennor fields.
Silvanis brushed his long greying locks from his face, realizing he was dwelling in his mind wit this fair company there, and he looked at the Lady Lésheria and apologized.
'Pardon my lapse m'lady, for I have not been around people in many a month. Do tell me of yourself if you wish it.'
Silvanis sipped his ale, watching the features of her face as she pondered his words.
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