Ecthelion had no complaint to offer when his arm was latched onto, and reached up to rest his free hand on Glorfindel's hand in reassurance. "The place changes, but what matters does not." Meaning the elf before him, of course.
"Come, let us try the market first. If something else catches your eye, we will go there."
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"Come, let us try the market first. If something else catches your eye, we will go there."