[Amanaduial the archer]

Brando had been sent to bed earlier than the others, but had waited until theyd come in and were asleep. He saw Odo go out of the room, counted to ten and slipped out himself.

As he left the room, he made his way down the corridor, he marvelled at the elegance of the carvings, paintings and statues, so real looking that he found himself touching his forehead and bwoing to some of the stern elven statues. He came to the end of the corridor into an open courtyard, and stood with his jaw open at the beauty of the place. A small ornamental minature waterfall trickled over smooth rocks and lilies in a small pool. Quietly the small hobbit found himself wandering over to the pool, entranced, but when he was a few metres away, a movement on a nearby bench made him stop. The elf he recognised as Ciri looked up when she saw him coming, her elf hearing picking up the smallest sounds of his footsteps. Brando started to walk away but she stopped him.
"Wait..Brando is it?" Her voice was soft and musical and made the hobbit lad turn.
"Oh..yes, yes thats right...Ma'am?" He wasnt sure how to address her, and was fervently wishing he could remember her name.
"Its Meneciriel. Ciri. Why are you wandering around so late at night? I thought all of the hobbits went to bed?" She moved over slightly on the bech, indicating him a place to sit. His jaw dropped open until he caught himself. Could she read his mind? After a moment he realised shed asked him a question and blushed, realising what a fool he was making of himself.
"I..I had to go before the council ended anyway. I just...well, this place is so..beautiful!" He breathed.
Ciri laughed, a sound like elegance itself. "Me neither. Come; I havent heard of the shire for centuries."
"Oh, of course. And I havent heard much about the elves for..." He tried to work out how long, but gave up, realising he couldnt beat centuries."...A long time anyway."

OCC: Sorry if this clashes, but in the most recent post i can find, everyone seems to have gone to bed.