[Galadel Vinorel]

A silver bell could be heard ringing across the yard. Smiling to herself, Galadel hurried dressing and pulled her worn, brown cloak on. She slipped her hood over her head, and tied a soft, silver case to the golden belt that graced her slender hips. Leaving the small tent that she had been given to change in for the party, she smooothly walked across the yard towards the main building of the Green Dragon Inn.

The elf entered the main hall of the remodled inn. Inside were gathered a variety of folks, all laughing and drinking, and having a splended time celebrating after their long labor. Galadel smiled and nodded to a young hobbit lass that came up to her and asked very politely if she could take her cloak. Unhooking the clasp near her neck, the cloak fell from her as she caught it in her arms to reveal the dress that elf woman was now wearing. It was a very simple, silver dress, with only a golden belt around her waist, and a thin line of gold emboridered in the shape of an ivy vine at the heam and sleeves. At her side hung a silver case, and upon her feet she wore slender silver shoes.

As the hobbit lass moved away to tend to the other gathering guests, Galadel drifted towards the fire. She stood there for a short time, warming herself, one of her hands constintanly fingering the silver case at her side. Finally, after a few more partygoers had entered the main room, Galadel pulled her flute from the case at her side. It was a wooden flute, with the shapes of animals and other forms of nature engraved in gold and silver on its sides. The beautiful instrument had been made from the wood of one of the trees of Lothlorien by her older brother, and was very special to her.

Turning around, the elf spotted Snaveling and some of her other new friends entering or gathered there in the room. Nodding to the man, Galadel brought the flute up to her mouth, and quickly choose a piece to play. And then she began to play. The soft, gentle music of the flute floated in the air, and as she played people gradually became silent to turn and listen to the music.

Yet, Galadel did not notice the many faces staring at her, for she was lost in the gentle lullaby that she played. She poured everything that she was into that piece, expanding it, making it longer, and yet structured so that it stood on its own, unaccompanied, and yet was whole. Suddenly Snaveling stood forward from where he had been standing next to Tobias. Looking at him, the elf nodded and, never missing a note, changed her melody. And then the man of the South began to sing.