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Nerindel · 05-13-2003, 04:43 PM

Lésheria was not suprised by Silvanis's question as she was just thinking that he had the look of the dúnedain about him, but she was not entirely sure. But before she could answer Nanna approached them saying "The sons of Elrond, you say", "I have known them... and their sister Arwen". Now this totally suprised her she did not recognise the elf and she thought she would have remembered if this one had visited Rivendell, but there again the Elven lords travelled much and met many other travellers.

"The Lords spend much time in Gondor at the council's of King Elessar" she told them. Thinking quickly that she didn't what to be asked any questions regarding the boring details of council she decided to lighten the mood. "but it's all just a rouse, so that they can check up on their beloved sister" she laughed lightly. "But they still ride with the Dúnedain especially the ones that returned to Annúminas when it was rebuilt." she added smiling remembering the countless adventures she and her brother had had with the Rangers.

Even as she smiled a sadness could be seen in her grey eyes, as she remembered that her Brother and her good friend Fawain and some of those same Rangers would soon be riding into Danger and she had to just wait for their return.

As She listened to Silvanis's tale she quickly scanned the room, looking for the pair. but they were already gone, she knew they had not yet left the inn as they would not leave without saying goodbye. they must be packing she thought to herself.

She turned back to Silvanis giving him her full attention, this man intrigued her, she wished to know more of his tale. She noted that Nanna and Aman had left to play shire poker. She could contain her suspicions no longer "are you of the Dúnedain?" she bluntly blurted out, she lowered her head and blushed embarrassed saying softly "I'm sorry for prying but it is just that you have that look about you".

05-13-2003, 04:43 PM	#11
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	Lésheria was not suprised by Silvanis's question as she was just thinking that he had the look of the dúnedain about him, but she was not entirely sure. But before she could answer Nanna approached them saying "The sons of Elrond, you say", "I have known them... and their sister Arwen". Now this totally suprised her she did not recognise the elf and she thought she would have remembered if this one had visited Rivendell, but there again the Elven lords travelled much and met many other travellers. "The Lords spend much time in Gondor at the council's of King Elessar" she told them. Thinking quickly that she didn't what to be asked any questions regarding the boring details of council she decided to lighten the mood. "but it's all just a rouse, so that they can check up on their beloved sister" she laughed lightly. "But they still ride with the Dúnedain especially the ones that returned to Annúminas when it was rebuilt." she added smiling remembering the countless adventures she and her brother had had with the Rangers. Even as she smiled a sadness could be seen in her grey eyes, as she remembered that her Brother and her good friend Fawain and some of those same Rangers would soon be riding into Danger and she had to just wait for their return. As She listened to Silvanis's tale she quickly scanned the room, looking for the pair. but they were already gone, she knew they had not yet left the inn as they would not leave without saying goodbye. they must be packing she thought to herself. She turned back to Silvanis giving him her full attention, this man intrigued her, she wished to know more of his tale. She noted that Nanna and Aman had left to play shire poker. She could contain her suspicions no longer "are you of the Dúnedain?" she bluntly blurted out, she lowered her head and blushed embarrassed saying softly "I'm sorry for prying but it is just that you have that look about you". __________________ "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.