“Bainith.”
Ellonur and Bainith were readying to leave Lothlorien, giving Gwyndir and Eledu a few days more to spend. Bainith pulled his reins back to where the pair were standing below the talan. Eledu scuffed his foot on the ground. “Haldir gave me the armor; the set you made.”
“Do you like it?” Bainith asked nervously.
“It is magnificent,” answered Eledu. “But.. meant for a Galadhel. It should be yours.”
“You honor me by wearing it, father.”
Eledu held his emotions in check until Bainith rode away. “He never called me that,” he whispered to Gwyndir. “Never to me before.”
