Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Sir Boudwin!" Arwen called out cheerfully as she and Lin ran up behind him. "Company for you!"

The tall figure turned around slowly to see who was approaching. He wasn't quite as tall as Aragost, but he was tall nonetheless. He had shaggy black hair, piercing brown eyes, and the dusky skin of a Southlander. His tunic and boots were white, his pants a shade of green so dark they were nearly black. He had a bow across his back, sword at his side.

His eyes lit on Lin, and he stared at her for a moment, taking in her appearance, before murmuring in a soft but deep voice, "An I be not mistook, thou heist Lin, of whom Elros speakest so highly ... it me lyst to see thee here tofore me. Welcome."

And she had thought Sir Leith was difficult understand, the poor girl's eyes widen at the idea she would have a lot of trouble understanding what the man just said. Like she understood the gist of it, but word by word she had no clue what he just said.

"I'm sorry.... what... did you just... say?" Lin blinked up never feeling akward about asking anything before, but she never really had to ask someone what they just said.

Aliya giggled softly, then leaned back in her chair, drawing her legs up and hugging them to her chest comfortably.

"So how long ago was it for you, that you were last here?" she asked the two of them curiously. "I mean ... I'm twenty six, so it was at least twenty five years ago here."

Lore tried to think about it, it had been quite a long while ago, probably back before December... but he couldn't quite place the date.

"I'm not sure.. several months for certain, not even a year yet."

"Idhril was born the last time we were here," Elnara reminded Lore. "That was ... July ... something ... late July ... how many months ago was that? I'm not used to the Gaian calendar quite yet."

Summer, that much she knew.

"So... it was much longer ago than I expected, that's about nine months," Lore offered counting the months in his head, "Since it was late July, so perhaps a bit over nine months...."

"So about three-quarters of a year," Elnara nodded at Aliya. "Perhaps five months. Not long. I haven't even lived in Gaia for two years yet, come to think of it, and according to Elrohir I'm supposed to be ... sixty two anyways."

She was pretty sure that Ahren and Arwen were her only nephew and niece that were younger than her now, though at the rate things were going it wouldn't be the case for long.

Arwen shrugged one thin shoulder. "Not really," she debated. "Princess, sure, but he was wrong about one thing - aetheling doesn't mean just princess, it also means ..."

She trailed off, biting her lip thoughtfully as she tried to think of the answer.

"Like ... like as if I'm supposed to be the next queen," she explained for lack of the proper word. "But I'm not, my cousin Tinuviel is, Papa says."

She grinned. "Someday when I'm big enough to travel I'm going to go down south and meet the rest of everybody! All my uncles and aunts and cousins and everyone!"

Sir Boudwin chuckled softly. "An thou go, it me beseemeth thou wilt have need of a companion ... if thou acquiescest, I will accompany thee. Far too many years have passes syne I have had opportunity to serve thy family in my proper capacity."