Two months ago
Brightstars foal, said Eowyn. It will be
born before Yule.
Legolas looked up in surprise. That is a kind thought,
melmenya.
But?
He isparticular.
And Brightstars foal is not good enough?
Wincing, Legolas laid down his pen and, catching her hands,
raised them to his lips. It will be his loss, Eowyn
nín.
That seemed to appease her, and she frowned, thinking hard.
Jewellery then. Something white and sparkly.
Legolas shook his head. Too
Impersonal?
Expensive.
Sighing, Eowyn consulted the list they had already spent three
nights compiling. Another bow, then?
Legolas seized his pen. A bow, he wrote.
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