Eodwine
"Do not worry, my dear. I expect he may have some of that Elvish waybread with him and hardly needs anything from us at all."
She frowned and stared up into his eyes in that way she had, which meant that she wanted a more agreeable answer. He smirked.
"Though it is early for the mead cup, I will ask him if he would like one, if that pleases you. Yes?"
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