It was warm in the fireroom. The light from the fire shone on the faces of the elves and few dwarves and the handful
of rangers enjoying their moment of peace in the corner of the room.
A few young elves, and a few older ones had gathered around Glorfindel, who was finishing his story.

"And with the final blow of her magic sword. She cut off the final head of the four headed troll. Sending it to the ground
with a large slush as the blood covered her face and hair."
He looked around, seeing the faces of the elves around him react to the gore of his story.
"And that is how Lady Tilawen ended up with her red hair."

A laugh came from the door, making the warrior look up, and the elves around him look back. In the doorway stood a tall elf.
She wore a dark green dress with long sleeves and little leafs embroilment on it.

"Don't believe a thing he is saying." Her hair shone in the light of the fire as she entered.
"I did not get red hair from the blood of a troll. Let alone that three headed one I slayed."
She smiled at Lord Glorfindel who looked lovingly oppon her.

"As everyone knows, trols have green blood. My hair got it's collor from the blood of a dragon." The oh's and ah's filled the room.
"But that is not the story for tonight. That story needs to be told as the storm blows around the house, and the rain is falling horizontal."

And with that the elves went about their own busyness, as Lady Tilawen sat down next to Lord Glorfindel.

"Hello my dearest." Lord Glorfindel put his hand on her leg."When did you arrive?" "Only just, I had to inform Lord Elrond about my findings first." He smiled at her. "How was your journey?" Lady Tilawen closed her eyes for a moment.

"Let's not talk about that tonight. How about you join me for a walk under the stars?"