Finëwen started to eat her soup, for she could not recall the last time she had eaten. Surely it wasn't that long ago, but then again, the whole trip seemed to her a blur. Stopping only to take an occasional sip of wine, Finëwen enjoyed watching the others talk. There seemed to be a merrier mood in the bunch now. Reunions between Eodwine and those he knew from long ago seemed to be the merriest.
Finëwen smiled occasionally at something the hobbits would say, or how Eodwine reacted to someone he had not seen in awhile. But what interested her was watching the other people around the inn, for she had seen the same people for most of the journey, except a few others that tagged along with them. Despite the fact that she enjoyed the company of the others (even if she didn't say much), Finëwen was tired, and looked forward to sleeping in a bed tonight.
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06-05-2004, 09:12 PM
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