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‘You are certain you do not wish me to come with you?’ Emlin had delivered Teluyaviel to the back door of the Inn, the one that opened into the kitchen. He was loath to let her speak with her brother alone. Yet, it was her wish that she do so.
He opened the door and offered his hand as she stepped up to the little porch and then went in. The kitchen was well lit and he watched her as she hurried through the doors to the common room and passed beyond his sight. Emlin sighed and began to push the door closed when a voice from within hailed him.
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But Huan the hound was true of heart, and the love of Lúthien had fallen upon him in the first hour of their meeting; and he grieved at her captivity . . .
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