Avan stood before Elonime and bowed his head. "My lord. The Rohirim have promised to draw their forces into their own country. They will send some to us if they have enough to spare aid."
Elonime smiled gently. "Good work, Man-friend, Avankiri, son of Inkar." He stepped from his throne and pat Avan on the shoulder, then turned to face the doors. Two guards opened them and allowed Ehoron inside. "Welcome, Ehoron, son of Methoris. What news do you bring from outside our borders?"
Avan turned. Ehoron, huh? The young boy was now a fine young man, grown as tall as most Men. Avan smiled lightly and bowed his head in respect. Once, when he had lived in Gondor, Avan had taught the young Ehoron the cultures and battle tactics of Lothlorien. He taught him the ways of the Elven bow, and allowed Ehoron to, at one time, use Avan's own bow on a boar hunt.
Avan's mind returned to the present, and he walked over. "Ehoron, my young lad! It seems even time doesn't touch your face. Let us harken to thy tales, lad."
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