On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel turned to Gandalf.

"Well, Mithrandir, it seems as if all are planning on departing. I expect that Estelarion and I shall take our leave as the others do. It has been an...interesting few days, has it not been? I suspect that Estelarion and I will probably go where our footsteps take us. I think that, even though it shall take time, we may head Southwards, for I have always been curious about the lands of Harad. I know absolutely nothing of the land: of the climate, dangers, inhabitants, anything, and I do not believe Estelarion knows either. And, as I cannot be at home, I believe that exploring is probably the best I can do. What do you expect that you shall do, after we all go our separate ways?"

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Estelarion finished his song, and cheerfully put his flute away, sprung to his pack, put the flute away, sprung over to where Menelduliniel and Gandalf were, kissed Menelduliniel on the cheek, and sat down next to her. He quickly lost interest and got up, seeking someone with which to have his own conversation. He heard the others in the Trade Inn begin to play, smiled to himself, then continued looking for unoccupied people to talk to...