"You almost make me wish I'd gone with you," Mallenhadh said.
Lathrandir smiled. "I enjoyed my time and I intend to return; for now, the call of Eregion has grown too strong to resist."
"You'll enjoy that as well," she said. "I have some letters for a few old friends there--I don't suppose...?"
"I'd be happy to carry your correspondence."
She smiled back. "My thanks. Which reminds me...I have a gift for you. Wait here a moment, would you?"
Lathrandir raised a brow as Mallenhadh went to the steps and retrieved a long, cloth-wrapped bundle.
"Should I pretend to be surprised?" he said. "...for you've left one end of the bow sticking out."
She lightly smacked the back of his head. "Open it and take a closer look."
He carefully unwound the cloth, then frowned.
"Mallenhadh--"
She held up a hand and Lathrandir fell silent.
"It was my brother's bow," she said. "He would have been pleased to see you have it, I think."
"Are you sure?" He ran his fingers over the white wood--incomparably smooth, the grip sure, the weight perfect. "It would be quite an honor to wield such a weapon."
"Yes, it would be."
He laughed. "Very well. And--thank you."
"I've had the wrappings replaced," she said. "All you need do is string it."
He studied the engraving, letting his fingers trace the pattern. "What's it called?"
"Cúron."
