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Hîriest and Oak wandered over to greet the elf, both thinking it odd that an elf should drink ale instead of wine, but neither mentioning it. "Greetings, fair one. Welcome to Minas Tirith. I am Hîriest, and this my friend Doronnin, or Oak as he is known."
The elf turned twinkling eyes on the two men, and replied, "Thank you, Oak, and Lord of the Wish." He raised his mug.
"You'll sing for us, won't you?" asked Oak.
"My friend is the very soul of patience," said Hîriest.
While Hiriest and Doronnin spoke with the elf, Willow and Beech came near the Gondorian man and the Rohirric woman. "Welcome to the Seventh Star, " said Willow. "Well met. Whence came ye?" asked Beech. "Are ye weary?" asked Willow.
The man and woman glanced at each other.
Willow paused. "Forgive me. I am Calentathar, and this is Gaerbrethil."
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