[ The Elves are friendly to her, chatting gaily whenever shadows pass and the road is a safer place for talk. By the time the group arrives at Caer Glaem, Thranduil is where he promised to be; standing at the top of the steps in the bailey past the courtyard, hands behind his back as he paces in his silver robe with a keen eye on the great gates.
He lets a smile sink into place to see Ellie, a nod from his crowned head finishing the welcome when she comes close enough to hear him speak. ]
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He lets a smile sink into place to see Ellie, a nod from his crowned head finishing the welcome when she comes close enough to hear him speak. ]
Are you well, Ellie? You must be hungry.