The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Mithalwen]

"My name is Mithalwen - and while I can play most instruments a little by need, my greater skill is in their making rather than in performance - I have none with me for I play the harp for preference and that is hard to transport on horseback. " Mithalwen was a reluctant performer at home - among the teleri who dwellt still at the Havens were finer executants than her, she deemed but maybe among those she did not know she would find confidence easier to come by. "I could sing if you judge me up to the task but I do not know what would be fitting for such an occasion."

Mithalwen wound a tress of her silver hair around her hand as she spoke anxiously she was thinking still of the other elf .. but she had missed her chance to speak to her .. at least out loud. An thought slipped into her mind and it was not her own .. a Lyre of Lothlorien? In her thought she answered: I know of what you speak but I do not possess such a thing. I am not from that place. An image formed of the woods of Lorien rooved and carpeted with gold. She sighed for Lorien the fair knowing that even if her path took her thither again it would not be quite the same. She looked at the elf and smiled as she caught her glance.