Suddenly the form of a lone rider upon a white horse came into view
underneath the city gate.
"Vanathuleiel!" Luintalathwen shouted. She started from her spot and began to run to her friend, but remembered her attire (mostly because she nearly fell when she stepped on the hem of her gown), and backed hastily underneath the dryness of her shelter, waving furiously.
~L~
Vanathuleiel could see the silhoute of her friend in the
distance and hastened her speed, until at last she reached her and
quickly hopped down and ran under the shelter. Even then she could
hear the pellets of rain storming on the roof. She was soaked
through and was brought inside to change into something more formal
and DRY. Until at last she had a moment of peace with her dearest
friend and gave her a quick hug as they went and sat in the families
beautiful sitting room.
"I am very happy to see you well," she said at last." I had hoped
that you would call on me for many months now and I missed you
dearly."
"And I you," stated Luintalathwen brushing back a strand of loose
hair from her face.
"I don't think I have been happier in these years, Lothlorien grows
lonely and I wished to see other lands. It is a nice change indeed."
As they sat there chatting of the past Luintalathewens father
came in calling them to dinner. They left promptly with the echoes of
Luintalathwen fresh in Vanathuleiels mind as her friend continued to
talk of her dealings.
~V~