Madea had been sitting in one of the tables near the bar, watching the conversation between the hobbit, elf and woman. This young woman had never seen such antics in her home. Her father would not allow her to leave the city, which of course was Dol Amroth, without an escort, it just wasn't proper.
She put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands, and then immediatly sat up straight. Elbows off the table! she remembered, and then laughed and put them back.
"Are there many elves here?" the girl called to Aman from across the room. "its just that ive never seen them before, or hobbits for that matter, ive never seen any of them either. In fact, i havnt seen much of anything to tell you the whole truth." she stopped and put her hands in her lap and then grinned.
"My name is-" she was silent. Should I tell them?... why not? They look trustworthy. "Madea, Madea Obisentauri, only dont tell anyone if they ask, im.. im on the run you see... and i dont care to return to where i came from."
__________________
"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
|