He thought for a moment caught in her green eyed gaze, his mother had had green eyes which was strange for their people. "Well Miss Peony, theres no need to call me mister, plain old Aldor will do just fine, if you don't mind, its just Mr. is very odd for me".
He finished his cider "but no matter, to answer your question, I cannot really say why I'm so far from my homeland. Sometimes I just find myself wandering from here to there, not that I'm bored, I love Rohan dearly; tis a strange thing to describe".
Aldor smiled at her and looked around for whom he thought to be Deva, perhaps he was going to get Peony and himself a room. He then looked out the window at the dazzling green grass sparkling in the sun.
"But what of you, why have you come so far from Minas Tirith?, with a Dwarven companion, seems a strange match to me, if its not to rude to say".
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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