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Teluyaviel turned back to Illidan with a smile on her face. ‘We’re not so far from our home. At least our new home.’ She turned to her brother, Tindomion, and smiled again. ‘Our parents moved us to Mithlond. They’re bound for the West. I wanted one last visit to these fair lands. To the new Ithilien, where I’ve heard many of our people have gone to settle.’
Outside the window, near where they sat, Telu saw a number of Hobbits and Men arranging tables on the lawn. ‘Look!’ She put her hand on Tindo’s arm, drawing his attention to the scene outdoors. ‘What are they doing?’
A voice from behind , one of the servers who’d brought a refill for their mugs, spoke up. ‘It’s a party, Miss. This evening. With music and singing and dancing. And plenty of ale, of course.’
‘Oh! We’ll go of course. Won’t we, Tindo?’
Tindomion, for his part, sighed and waved his hand at her in a manner indicating they would.
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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