"That one has been a thorn in my side and a welcome ally since he joined Elrond in our retreat here. He is Erestor, a peerless scout and sharp-tongued advisor." Glorfindel explains with a fond smile. "And I did! A thousand apologies for delaying it so long." With that he pushes open the doors to the great hall. The air is filled with the chatter of many voices, speaking in a wide variety of languages - Over there, a trio of green-clad wood elves are laughing over some jest or other, there a group of Dwarves hunker over their meal and debate, a troop of tall, dark-haired Rangers new-come from the Wilds show rare smiles as the serving staff bring them food and drink. Glorfindel escorts Nerdanel to the head table, where the other half of the Peredhil twins sits finishing his meal. He rises at Nerdanel's approach, bowing. "Good morrow, my lady, Glorfindel."
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Date: 2006-03-08 06:30 pm (UTC)From:"Good morrow, my lady, Glorfindel."