[Orual]

Eruisto stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked with Melisil, looking up at the sky. The blue was fading into a painted sunset, and it was a comfortable temperature. There was a slight breeze, and he continually tucked his hair behind his ears, but it wasn't long enough to stay.

He breathed deeply, enjoying the clean, fresh air of the Shire. It smelled more pure than the air in Gondor, perhaps less stained by battle. He leaned his head back and pulled his hands out of his pockets. Feeling spontaneous, he flung his arms out at his sides, almost smacking Melisil in the process, and spun around a few times, laughing wildly. The clouds spun dizzily above him, and the trees and small, homey buildings whirled and blended together around him.

He slowed down to a stop, still laughing. He stumbled a little, and he couldn't tell what expression was on Melisil's face, as she was still a bit blurry. He tried to stop moving, and though he was still swaying a little, he planted himself and put his hands on his hips. "Some days you just feel like spinning around till you fall down, you know?" he said a little too loudly. A quirky grin was on his face, and his hair was all over, but he didn't seem to notice. He nodded dizzily and put a hand on his head, as though to stop the world around him from spinning like it did.

"Lovely day," he commented, as he continued to sway. He looked at Melisil, and wondered what he thought of him.