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Tinúviel looked down at Skye and smiled. "My name is Tinúviel," she replied eagerly. She knelt down so that she was closer to the little angel's height - she was, after all more than twice her height. "And this is your first time here, isn't it?" she asked curiously.

It kind of got hard to keep track after a while.

There were footsteps at the door, but it wasn't Atalya who entered the room: instead, it was an extremely tall elvish woman (taller, barely, than Tinúviel), who was as thin as she was tall. She had waist-length black hair and her skin was a shade darker than Tinúviel's as well. She was dressed nicely, but in clothes that weren't anything like Tinúviel's. Instead of a light gown, she was wearing a teal vest over a sleeveless white blouse, and loose pants that matched the teal of the vest. Her belt and trim were gold, and despite being dressed in what was, to some, recognizable as the uniform of an off-duty Home Guard trainee, she still looked very nice.

As she gazed at the strange group who had gathered, she broke into a wide smile, and she called out into the hall before turning back and facing them again.

"Hello," she greeted them in English as she was joined from behind by another elf.

Elrohir, wearing only a pair of neat black pants, started when he saw Elnara and the others with her. He put one hand on the shoulder of the woman he was with and stared, but said nothing.

Lore coughed at that, not believing and yet believing at the same time that Lin could ask a question like that. Though he had to wonder who these people were, he hoped more that Lin didn't accidently insult someone.

Elrohir stared at Elnara for a moment, then blinked and smiled down at Lin.

"Yes," he replied to the little girl after a moment's recovery. "Or rather, fiancee. Haradhel, this is Lin, who I told you about ... and ... my sister, Elnara ... and Serenity, there ..."

He trailed off, not knowing any of the others.

Haradhel nodded slowly and smiled. She didn't miss the way the princess was looking at Elrohir, and from what she had heard from Eärendil, she didn't blame her.

"Welcome home," she said to Elnara in a slightly accented English, smiling encouragingly.

Lin couldn't help but tilt her head, for there was something different about Elrohir though she couldn't put her finger on it. Pehraps it was the fact he just seemed to smile at her (maybe he did forget about the mountain thing again).

"Did someone give you a lot of hugs?" she finally asked.

Elrohir chuckled at Lin's comment and slipped both his arms around Haradhel's stomach, pulling her close and putting his chin on her shoulder. "Lots of hugs," he agreed with a grin.

Haradhel put her hands overtop of Elrohir's where they were clasped on her stomach but otherwise ignored him for the moment.

"And you, sir?" she asked the white-haired elf who had introduced the children. "What about you? You haven't introduced yourself yet." She smiled warmly at him.

Lin nodded satisified with the answer, only because why else would he just smile like that? Only someone who had been hugged a lot would smile like that, look at her Daddy, he was sweetened up and hugged by her Mommy and he smiled.

Granted it was in prviate and often the smirking kind.