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The next day, Elladan wandered under the aged trees, and came upon many Elves, some friends of old, some he had never met. One such of these was Astaldvanima.
"Vedui, Prince Elladan."
"Vedui! What is your name, fair elf-maiden?"
"I am Astaldvanima."
"Mae govannen! Would you walk with me?"
"Certainly." And so they walked, the tall, dark-haired elf maid and the taller, but also dark-haired Peredhil.
As the two walked, they spoke of many things: The War of the Ring, in which Elladan had participated; Mirkwood's change since it, from Tar e-Ndaedelos to Eryn Lasgalen; and they spoke of the wedding of Arwen and Aragorn. They found that they had much in common, and enjoyed each other's company.
They walked back to Elladan's room and sat on his bed. "And where do you dwell, Astal?"
"I have a small dwelling in a tree, in Lorien's fashion, which I enjoy. It suffices. Will you join us for song and feasting in Thranduil's halls tonight?"
"If I am invited to do so I should like to!"
"I invite you, then."
"Good! It will be a pleasure."
Astal was pleased at that, for she had a beautiful voice that was extraordinary even for an Elf. That would be the way to catch Elladan's eye. Little did she know that his eye needed no further catching.
Back in his room, he thought about the fair elf he had just met. She was sweet, kind, modest, and aiya, how beautiful...He was greatly looking forward to that night.