Pass the Wine [Winter 2711] {Legolas}
Aug 31, 2018 4:47:06 GMT -5
Post by Mîrioniel on Aug 31, 2018 4:47:06 GMT -5
The elves occupying the courtyard turned to face her, and one of them, at least, she recognised. The russet hair was not one to be mistaken, as was the fact he was a frequent visitor to Lorien. Ruivo, jewel and weapon-smith. His work was some of the finest in the land. It also appeared that he remembered her, at least her face.
“Nay, not at all, Brennil nîn. Come, you must join, my lady of the twin daggers,”
So it was he did know her face. Glancing over her shoulder at those within, none seemed to be requiring her company, and so she stepped out in to the snow, fresh and crisp where it fell, though she left no marks upon it.
“We speak of our parents now, memories lost but needing reminder and… and you must tell us then, how fare the weapons of your Adar, Mîri… ethiel… Mîriendis… ah, Mîri… “
Far from being offended, Mîrioniel smiled ever more broadly with each failed attempt at her name. And for once, seeing the state of Ruivo, decided to let the formality of her name go. As for the topic of conversation, she found she was hesitant to join in, perhaps if wine was flowing as freely as it seemed, she could bring herself to join in such a discussion. One thing at a time, to clear up the question of her name.
"Mîri will suffice." She offered magnanimously. This was a celebration, after all, there was no requirement for egos. A chair was pulled out and dusted off of snow, to which she made her thanks.
“You must already know Legolas, the Prince of the Woodland Realm,”
"I confess I have not had the pleasure." She admitted, as she looked across at the elf in question, bowing her head in greeting. Then she took up her chair, not noticing the confusion Ruivo seemed to be in.
“Oh! A glass! Let me go collect you one."
And with that he was gone, taking long strides toward the kitchen, leaving Mîrioniel and Legolas alone for the time being.
"Greetings, Legolas, I am Mîrioniel of Lothlorien." She said, smiling at the other elf, who also appeared to have consumed a fair amount of wine judging by his countenance. "I am a close friend of Arwen, here to see her brother wed to Tauriel, whom I met but yesterday." She continued conversationally.