[ElenCala Isil]

Eruanna stopped to listen to the rain, and decided to head inside. She stroked Istel once more, caressing her. Then she picked herself up and headed back to the inn. There were a great deal more people inside, but she still managed to find a lone table. She sat back, relaxed herself and watched the commotion. Again, she saw the elf-maiden.

Her eyes widened as she saw the elf-maiden chase a young hobbit-lad. To and fro they ran, under and around tables. Quite a sight indeed, thought Eruanna. Alas, after a vivacious trifle, the elf-maiden seemed to have caught up to the hobbit. The time had passed since the encounter, and Eruanna stay motionless, seated in some strange world of comfort. She got up and went up to the barkeep “Another wine, if you will,” she told the bartender. “Aye, here you go.” he said in reply, handing her a glass of the finest wine he had. “Thank you” she said.

Eruanna did not return to her seat, but instead stood. Towering over most around her, she listened to the rain, as it lulled her into a soft enchantment. It even seemed as though she could hear her song again, smooth and flowing, sad and graceful ‘twas. She opened her eyes, realizing that they were closed, and suddenly was jolted. The hobbit! Could it be? Of course, there was no doubt it was. Yet Eruanna made no attempt to find the young lass, not yet, not now. She looked around, hearing her song ever the more sweet to her ears, and she pondered if anyone could hear the song. Slowly, she took another sip from her drink, and set her glass down. She then leaned against a wall, and gently closed her eyes, listening to the distant music as if she had never heard it before.

Gently, as if unaware, she lifted her voice ever slightly. As if in a whisper, she sung once more, following the voice of the young girl. Together, they entered a world beyond imagining, their own wonderland, away from all else. They sung, louder and ever more graceful. Oh, how they sung, and as they did their very souls intertwined, and they knew everything about each other. They saw their past, and their presents and even the immediate futures were foretold to each other. They sung, louder and stronger, until alas, there remained only one voice.

Eruanna opened her eyes, and was back at the inn, and she stopped singing.