"I know not, my lord. I have not seen him in three years. My love for him seems to have faded. I was, after all, only fifteen, and they say a girl of that age cannot truly love. Do you believe that?" She almost smacked herself for saying so, but it could not be undone.
"My lord," said she, changing the subject. "You come of Rohan too? What forces you to leave? And do I know your family?" Yanithë looked down into her mug of water, trying to see her reflection. She awaited Belegond's answer.
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