@hvbris Lucy Gray comes to stay at Rivendell
Travellers through Imladris were common enough, Elrond often ended up playing host to all walks of life seeking the enchanting lure of what he had built and maintained. A travelling band trading music for food and shelter had settled into the tranquil halls of what was known to them as Rivendell. After an afternoon of song, it was time to eat and Elrond as host, joined them at the table.
"You play very well," he complimented the young woman sat beside him at the long table. "Long have the songs of the past echoed through halls and hillside however it is always a blessing when new songs are written and shared." A steady but genuine compliment to her, songs often marked occasions in history, Lucy Gray had a talent he was keen to acknowledge.
"The nomadic ways are fading," he partly lamented as the nomads in the past had often brought with them tales, songs, news and cultures far beyond his reach. "I consider your coming a mark of great occasion, your kin would be missed if they no longer traversed through Middle Earth so freely." A brief and careful pause because he would have to check where they were going and try and direct them away from Mordor if that was their path.