His eyes on the balcony above, Melost beheld Anwenelme. He flung himself from his horse and ran up the steps two at a time, intent on reaching her. He entered through the open front doors and saw her standing at the top of the stairs. He paused, then walked to meet her. With a glad cry, she raced down them and into his arms. He lifted her as she nestled her face against his neck. Melost closed his eyes, almost weak with relief. He had been certain she would reject him, having been made to wait so long.
Their re-union was interrupted by the sudden appearance of her mother, who, upon seeing the two of them in a close embrace, fluttered down the stairs to greet Melost with obvious delight. Anwenelme sighed loudly as her mother took Melost's arm and led him through to one of the balconies over-looking the valley below. Behind him, Melost detected the sound of Thelian chuckling to himself, seeing his kinsman's plight. Melost shot him an irritated glance, then allowed himself to be fussed over by Menelya.
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