1. First Impressions
Boromir scowled. Long journey had wearied weak hope, and what little remained him was being drowned by these foolish - if tantalizingly knowledgeable - ditties. Was this all that remained of the fabled wisdom of the Eldar? A fool’s errand indeed.
But the Elf looked not dismayed by his scowl, and the gently mocking rhymes went on unheedingly.
"Come," he bid. "The Council of Elrond awaits."
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