Isilmë

Isilmë blushed even more as the maiden spoke to him. Her words sounded like music to his ears, and he was like enchanted by her grace and beauty. He was dumb with astonishment cause of Ascasirs good charisma and manner. She joined them by their table and she was he first to say anything.

'Thank you Isilmë for your invitation. My name is Gwenneth. I hail from the Grey Havens.' she said and smiled towards Isilmë.

Isilmë half-bowed in reply to Gwenneth and now spoke more self-assured and pulled himself together and said; 'As you've heard, my Lady, my name is Isilmë. I am from the Golden Wood in Lorien, but in the past time I've been staying in Ery Lasgalen, just as Ascasir.' He didn't blush anymore, and he glanced over to Ascasir that didn't seem unsure about himself at all.

Gwenneth's voice ringed like bells in their ears and Isilmë felt that he could sit there and just listen to her forever. The spell ended as it started to clatter from plates and they turned their heads and now saw that lunch was being served.

The nice smell of the lunch started to tempt Isilmë's mind and he glanced over to a counter where they now served lunch. Cause of his late breakfast he had, he didn't feel much hungry, but a small piece of lamb stew would be nice.

Many of the Inn guests started to eat lunch and Isilmë saw how Ascasirs gaze was like drawn towards the counter where the lunch was being served. Isilmë cleared his throat and said 'I believe that I am not the only one who is hungry.' He glanced over to Ascasir with a smile. 'I suggest we'd get something to eat, or what do you say?'