Arahen smiled to herself, snickering behind her hand, drawing curious glances from her hosts as she sat at table with them. “I am sorry, friends. I am thinking again of the fey elf! And what a sight Lamaenon made as that strange one shot an arrow toward him.” The other elves of Echad Mirobel's garrison smiled politely in mild amusement. It was of course one of those things that cannot be properly conveyed to another and Arahen's fits of giggling over the matter was cause enough for mirth to the others, even if they could not picture the look of shock on the Galadhrim's features.
She had of course told them of her first encounter with the man she was now calling The Hermit. None of the four score elves posted to the settlement had seen the fellow for themselves, so they were of course curious how someone could evade their vigilance, yet this Noldo out of Mithlond could find him.
But now Lamaenon had returned from the stable and Arahen cleared her throat and went back to eating, affecting her usual solemn and serious air. She did spare a glance and a smile to the knight of the Golden Wood as he went about putting his own meal together. It wouldn't do to make him uncomfortable. Then he might not sit next to her...
