Anorien, Ravion's troop: Dec 18: Mellonin
Sipping her tea, Mellonin kept one eye on Gwillion and the other eye on the merchant's henchman. Beside her Raefindan shivered, and she was sorely tempted to give him her cloak. However she had already noticed the henchman's eye on Gwillion.
Keeping one eye on the henchman and one hand near her dagger, she stood, walked over to Gond and fetched two blankets. One she handed to Raefindan. The other she draped over (and around) Gwillion and Aeron both. She glared steely-eyed at the henchman, and in her deepest voice she growled at Gwyllion. "Here, lass, mind you stay well wrapped."
Aeron's eyes sparkled, but he responded stone-faced. "Thank you, my lord Fingon." Gwyllion managed a shy, grateful smile. Her shivering masked her giggle.
The merchant's eyebrows went up. "Lord Fingon?"
Mellonin gave him what she hoped was a lordly, warlike glance of disdain.
The merchant frowned. "I do not remember any lord in Gondor by that name."
The henchman spat. "Hasn't been noble very long by the callouses on his hands. Looks like a girl. Walks like one, too."
Relying once again on the manly glance of disdain, Mellonin-- Lord Fingon, she reminded herself-- hoped that someone might change the subject.
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