*A Merry Meeting*

Starlit urged her pony on as she nearned the tavern, eager to see if her friends were about this eve. She rode up before the door and was preparing to dismount when the beast emerged from its hiding place and attacked her. The ogre tore at her greedily, opening the wound in her shoulder anew. At her cry, the door of the tavern was flung open, and a tall handsome elf lord bounded down the steps. He easily slew the ogre with a single blow and then turned, and perceiving her pain he spoke words of power, filling the air around her with a dazzling light and healing her shoulder completely.

A gentle smile played on his lips as he spoke. "That should make it better." Starlit was amazed at the power of the elf lord. "Thank you," she smiled. "What is your name?" he asked politely. She bowed slightly, "Starlit, of the House of Earandor my lord." He smiled and reached up to help her dismount. "Well met! Starlit of the House of Earandor. I am Lucky."

He led her horse to the stable, bedding it down in a clean stall with a pail of fresh water. He then showed her into the warm tavern and sat down with her in a quiet corner. They spoke of many things as the night grew old, sharing tales of friends and of villages, of days long gone and of days to come. It was nearly dawn when Starlit bade him a fond farewell and made her way home.

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> Starlit urged her pony on as she nearned the tavern, eager to see if her friends were about this eve. She rode up before the door and was preparing to dismount when the beast emerged from its hiding place and attacked her. The ogre tore at her greedily, opening the wound in her shoulder anew. At her cry, the door of the tavern was flung open, and a tall handsome elf lord bounded down the steps. He easily slew the ogre with a single blow and then turned, and perceiving her pain he spoke words of power, filling the air around her with a dazzling light and healing her shoulder completely. > A gentle smile played on his lips as he spoke. "That should make it better." Starlit was amazed at the power of the elf lord. "Thank you," she smiled. "What is your name?" he asked politely. She bowed slightly, "Starlit, of the House of Earandor my lord." He smiled and reached up to help her dismount. "Well met! Starlit of the House of Earandor. I am Lucky." > He led her horse to the stable, bedding it down in a clean stall with a pail of fresh water. He then showed her into the warm tavern and sat down with her in a quiet corner. They spoke of many things as the night grew old, sharing tales of friends and of villages, of days long gone and of days to come. It was nearly dawn when Starlit bade him a fond farewell and made her way home.
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