He laughs uproariously, the flickering light of the bonfire catching in the gems woven into his braids. Someone across the fire calls a question, and he answers, cheerfully, in Sindarian.
A few minutes later a lively, catchy tune strikes up, much to the delight of pretty much every elf in residence, and more than a few of the tall gray-eyed humans.
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A few minutes later a lively, catchy tune strikes up, much to the delight of pretty much every elf in residence, and more than a few of the tall gray-eyed humans.