Journal Entry || Doriath 7
My dear cousin, Lúthien can be quite the tactician, seating me across from our Noldor guests. I take no offense to it, for it seemed she wanted me to actually speak at the feast rather than stay to myself. Unfortunately for her plans, Galathil and Oropher outdid me in conversation and seemed to be the highlight of the dinner. Despite how amusing they were, and somewhat embarrassing, I couldn't help but notice our guests brighten at the tomfoolery. It was as if they had been grim for some time, and to see them smile, even if it were cause by such childish actions, it was a sight to witness.
I must admit that I had only been an observant member of the table until I was asked if I played an instrument. It was Artanis, who had inquired my musical talents. Being courteous, and curious, I had replied, mentioning that I played the harp. An instrument that allows me to sing when I wish to do so. But she proceeded to inquire about my skill, in which my dear cousins rushed to answer with a resounding "He plays the harp beautifully. Whereas I humbly replied that I was nowhere near better than the one who taught me, whom was Melian herself.
And to you, hîril vuin, who does love to read my entries, I know not what the smile that played on Artanis' lips meant. I was honest about my skill and proved it after the feast when you asked for me to play. But then it seemed like a show put on by the relatives of Thingol for soon Oropher, and my brother joined me with flutes of their own along with Lúthien's voice. Entertaining as it may have been, I still wonder what that smile could have meant. I did not have the time to ask for her brothers whisked her away after the festivities. But I noticed when I looked her way that she had been watching me. I admit that when our eyes met, that my heart skipped a beat.
Perhaps I should converse with her when her time is free.