"I think I can dance well, only when I am drunk..." Finrod said with a chuckle, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he recalled his moments of foolishness under the influence of mead. The memory brought a lightness to his heart, a brief respite from the weight of the world.

Pausing for a moment to reflect on Lyra's question directed back at him, Finrod's gaze drifted to the winding path ahead, the verdant landscape unfolding before them like a painting come to life. "I used to fish as well back home with my friends," he continued, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "We would spend hours down at the water's edge, casting our lines and enjoying each other's company."

But as the memories of simpler times faded, a shadow crossed Finrod's expression, a reminder of the scars left behind by the war. [i]But what do I do now for fun... Not much since the war...[/i] His thoughts turned inward, dwelling on the darkness that still lurked within him, the echoes of battles fought and lives lost.

"Recently... I tend to just spend time at the Inn," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. "And when I like to get away from people, that campsite I showed you." There was a noticeable hesitation in his tone, a vulnerability he tried to conceal. "I used to be a very lively and outgoing person..." His voice trailed off, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.

As Finrod's thoughts turned to his family, the ache of longing washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore. The pain of their absence gnawed at his heart, a constant reminder of all he had lost. Without conscious thought, his hand reached out and found Lyra's, seeking solace in her presence as they walked side by side along the trail.

Meanwhile, the sounds of nature surrounded them, a symphony of life unfolding in the wilderness. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the melodious chirping of birds overhead, and the rhythmic babbling of a nearby stream filled the air with a sense of tranquility. Despite the turmoil within him, Finrod found a measure of peace in the embrace of Lyra and her company, and of nature, a fleeting moment of respite from the trials of the world.