(Summoned-crow) "I was at the market today and I saw this," he held up a delicate web of silver chains interwoven with pastel blue and green gems. "For some reason it made me think of you, my lovely. So...here."
A gasp escaped Erestor’s throat the moment he casthis eyes open the rather complicated and intricate piece of jewellery. Not onlywas it an incredibly beautiful piece in itself, but the sentiment behind itcaused a small flutter within the immortal elf’s heart.“It shines as the light cast by the Lady Varda herself, you have trulyflattered me, young Zevran. I do not remember the last time someone gave mesuch a gift without the clear intention of receiving something in return,”Erestor stated in an attempt to express how much the seemingly simple gesturemeant to him. After all, he was the ellon that sat at the side of one of themost powerful Lords in all of Middle-Earth. Whenever a gift was sent his way,there was always the implication of some sort of political advancement. Thiswas only given by those that were unaware of Erestor’s strongly writtenanti-bribery and corruption policy.This however, was clearly a gift simply from a friend. With a rare, yet warmsmile, Erestor took Zevran’s cheeks in his hands and leant down, pressing akiss to his forehead , a small pink mark left.“May the breath of Manwë guide your path, Zevran the Selfless.”
