[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

Ellaryn went bright red, she looked at the wizard and quickly lowered her eyes and then glanced over to Aelin and then the Dwarf. they both knew he wasn't Gandalf. At least the wizard seemed to take it in good stride, she nodded to him silently as he asked about the fireworks, but Els was worried about the cough as he laughed goodnaturedly. No one should fall ill in happy situations.

Ofnir, so that was his name. Els mentally slapped herself, of course the "O" signed in the letter, and he knew all about them. She glanced back up when his voice stopped and she caught his forlorn look at the floorboards. It was just like how she felt sometimes when she realised how far away she was from The Shire. She drew her knees up to her chin and also stared at the floor feeling melancholy.

"[color=f49ac2]It is at times like these that I could really use some more of that cake.[/color]"