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Once again Legolas found himself sitting across from his companion in the tavern where they had met the young bard. As a courtesy, Legolas had wished to tell her that they would not need her assistance in their quest. He hoped as well to take measure of her once again as she had intrigued him, there was something of her that brought to his mind the Lady of The Golden Wood.
Settling in a seat at one of the corner tables he smiled as Boromir automatically ordered an ale and nodded to the waitress' question that he would have the same. The young bard was at her instrument, but he could see her eyes drift to them and knew it would not be long until she would join them. Turning to Boromir, he smiled a bit and nodded toward the young one. "She is, as before, a voice that would have been at home in among the chorus of Lorien."
Settling in a seat at one of the corner tables he smiled as Boromir automatically ordered an ale and nodded to the waitress' question that he would have the same. The young bard was at her instrument, but he could see her eyes drift to them and knew it would not be long until she would join them. Turning to Boromir, he smiled a bit and nodded toward the young one. "She is, as before, a voice that would have been at home in among the chorus of Lorien."