Morwyn's eyes widened as she heard the last notes of the song emerge from the wooden flute. She pulled it away and looked at it. Had she really just played that herself? Nahai was still smiling, and she shook the little garland of bells around her wrist. The glad tinkling sound made other patrons of the in glance up and smile. Even the normally somewhat downcast elf Nannaliel was looking more cheerful.
A soft but clear Elven sounding voice spoke from beside Morwyn's shoulder. She turned to see a very small petite elf woman standing there. Morwyn thought she was the same woman who'd come in earlier with a hawk on her shoulder. She looked a little uncomfortable. "Certainly, you may play for a bit!" she answered Waen. "But do be gentle with it, it was a gift from a very dear friend." She shot Nahai a meaningful glance.
As she passed the wooden flute to the tiny elf woman, a male elf came by and dropped a drink off for her. The woman of Rohan nodded to him, then raised her eyebrows jokingly at Waen. "My, he's handsome!" The four women laughed, and Waen began to play.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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