Megilien scrutinized the man in front of her. "Eglawen," she murmured softly. The name was definitely familiar, especially if he was referring to the Elf she thought he was. But there was a bit of a problem with his story.
"Eglawen was a good friend of mine. I knew her well, until she made ready to depart for the Havens." Here she leaned forward a bit. "There is a slight glitch in your story, however. I traveled with her and her sons to Rivendell. There was no young man with her then, and I highly doubt she would have taken up with one." Megilien sighed gently, recalling fond memories of her old friend. "She was distrustful of Men."
Megilien looked sternly at Randir. "Do you mind telling me what your real business is? Or is it too secret?"
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