The morning came to the weary travelers. In the night Erulon heard a fair elven maiden singing. He walked out to the woods and sang for a short while. But then when he listened again a third voice joined in. Elbereth!! There must be traveling elves singing to her tonight. But the second voice is not an Elf?
The words and memory where still fesh in his mind. Why would a dwarf be singing with traveling Elves? He tried to understand thses strange things as he got ready for breakfest.
He knew few of the people there in the camp. There where too many things on his mind to talk to many before. What whould he say to such strange company.
As he ate he seemed busy in thought. I must ease my mind for a time. I can not run myself till I am dry.
He now took out his Lute. He sang the song Of Elbreth. Some parts he sang in Noldar some in the high language that the Vanya used. He sang of the beauty of the night sky. Even as the morning came to its rising. The notes shimmered and broke like cool waves on the shores in a summer night. Fragrent with dew and sweet warmth. The spirtits of the company where raised with his song. Bali sat beside him and listened.
When he finished he looked at his friend. "We need a talk now Bali. I have a service that can help us."
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