[Esgallhugwen]

Aldor looked up at Peony from his empty mug. "Yes I'm fine, thoughtful of you to ask", he stood up taking her hand and gently lifting her from the seat, he could tell she had some memories of her own.

The roar of the Inn seemed to die down as they stepped across the wood floor, their boots making the slightest shuffling noise. A violin chord sang sweetly to them, the sad melody almost making their feet move unconsciously.

"I've heard this song before", Aldor whispered, clasping her hands in his he spun her slowly, while others danced around them.

Yes. Aldor had heard the song before, three years ago, a lone violinist had played it in the Golden Hall of Rohan, except this time it was backed up by a flute and a harp, which made the song even more heart evoking.

Perhaps I am homesick, my emotions are so confusing, never before have I encountered anything like this. Theres no need to rush home, but the song reminds me of better times though it be a sad and somewhat lonely song. No matter nothing wrong with going nothing wrong with staying. This is no time to debate, you know that!

He shook his head trying to get the thoughts out, so he wouldn't disturb this beautiful evening.