A tall Elf, sporting a new set of black riding leathers and a picnic basket entered the Glade. He flung his leg over the head of his horse and slid off, a grin lighting his face as he saw his friends Meneli and Estelarion, quarreling as usual, standing in the midst of all the activity, she craning her neck in all directions, he with an eternally exasperated look on his face.
He paused briefly as he beheld the nobly tattered Ring-Wraith, then shrugged his shoulders as he eased through the crowd toward his freinds. He scooped Meneli up in his arms and swung her around. Estelarion looked at him quizzically, grinning. "Well met, both of you! So, what's this all about?"
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