Lindo mused over Cami's thoughts, not sure whether to chuckle or sigh. All of Lindo's tales were known to Cami, and even if not, at this point Lindo had no urge to step forward.
He settled further into his companions' company, and resolved to wait, eyeing the door and hoping that someone would bring a song, or a tale, for Cami and for the rest of Gondor to hear.
He still waited for the redhaired, windblown elf to introduce herself. But if she didn't soon, Lindo was going to reopen the discussion about music. White Stripes... the melancholy side of their recent song appealed to him even if the ir vocalist didn't; something about dirty leaves on the ground, or leaves on the dirty ground... Anyway, the line about each breath in her lungs being a tiny gift to him had been haunting him, and he wondered what the rest of their music was like.
But there was time, and watching the redhaired windblown elf, he turned to Poppy and said, "Elves have an eternity; perhaps they occasionally forget that our days are more numbered. My patience grows thin."
But he didn't mean it. He was content merely to sit with his newfound friends.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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