Things were strange at that moment, for in front of Eryndil sat a lonely Elf longing for a lost love, yet behind her some hobbits were putting on a strange act on the tables. He tried as best he could to ignore the hobbits, to stay concerned for the woman.
As the Elf poured her heart out, Eryndil slowly grew more mournful for her. He didn't even notice when the hobbits knocked over the table. He was trying to find the words. He looked out to the stars, and around the room at the fire and they didn't help him. He looked upon the fair elven face which sat in front of him, and slowly traced the edges around the leaves which lay upon her hair.
His mind was stirred into memory suddenly, as he looked at her plum dress. He had remembered now! For purple was his friend Legolas's favorite color. Eryndil thought back to a feast held in Eryn Lasgalen after the re-taking. Look at her she's beautiful! Eryndil remembered looking at that dress years ago at the feast. Then, completely forgetting her question for aid Eryndil blurted out, "You! You were at the great feast of Celeborn and Thranduil! I remember!! Were you not?"
Last edited by Bombadil; 07-06-2004 at 10:54 AM.
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