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.
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