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Ascasir was delighted by the company provided by the Galadhrim Isilmė and Gwenneth, Sindar of the Grey Havens. He could see and was glad of heart that the former had regained his composure and was getting more animated and confident as the seconds trickled pass, and he was easily becoming the center of attention with his sharp wits, lively words and that special charisma. The beautiful Gwenneth must have noticed this impressive improvement also, for her sharp sparkling grey eyes were increasingly drawn upon the noble face of the elf from Lorien. As both Isilmė and the fair elven maiden continued to conversate, their pure and melodic voices filled the air like sounds of exotic woodwind instruments and Ascasir was contented to just sitting back letting his newly acqainted friends lead on.
The moments passed swiftly under elven company and soon it was midday. The rays of the sun now shone brightly through the open widows of the room and fell upon anything in its path, painting all in an inviting warm golden hue. Ascasir permitted himself a wane smile of approval as he felt the deliciously warm caress of the sun against his back.
From the back of the serving hall, the strong aroma of stewed meats, earthly herbs and fragrant spices tickled his nostrils.
Isilmė 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?'
"Aye, friend Isilmė! The smell of good food does kindle one's appetite, no? I will join you and I insist that our fair companion from the Grey Havens join us also as we partake in merry drink and feast," replied Ascasir as he looked upon both his companions smilingly.
The unexpected but delighfully companionship of kindreds, the warm light of an apex sun on a cloudless lazy day and a hearty meal. What more can a simple Silvan elf ask for?
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