
Though the feast roared throughout the halls, exclusively to the ears of the woodelves, Tauriel found herself wishing for silence and solitude; it is where she felt comfort best. Yet today she wished to pay hommage to the Minstrel who more than likely was in the midst of the halls upon her instrument entertaining the mass. Rounding the corner into the grand hall, Tauriel came up behind the short haired elf and gave a soft nudge to Rossiels arm, dulcet harmony upon her lips as she smiled.“Are you enjoying the festitivites?”
Rossiel grinned up at the Captain. “I am, indeed. T-the wine is good, and nobody has tried to b-break my harp, so I’d...