Daerundros

"Shall we sing in our language? Perhaps he will cover his ears with his hands." The tall lean, athletic Elf-sire suggested, smiling at Daerundros coyly. He was garbed in the Hauberk of the Mirdirith, something which struck Daerundros as odd, being that the Mirdirith were centered in Lindon, and not so far East. Nonetheless, Daerundros grinned back at her companion, Cirdamir.

Daerundros sighed as she trotted a few amble paces away from the main road and through the darkness of the night. Grass swayed too and fro relaxingly as she made her way through hills and plains, watching the stars distantly with a distant expression on her face. There was always something unexpected about the Bree-lands, Daerundros had come to expect; Oftentimes she would pass by small cottages and farm-lands, and even more seldom could she see a flickering light within; Many instances a mother putting her child to sleep, or a father in deep discussion with his wife.