The scents are different. Woodsmoke from the kitchen, the smell of earth and stone from the walls. They are in the cellars.
He leads her to the aforementioned stairwell and they begin their ascent. There are torches lighting the way . Elrond's footfall is almost silent on the stone steps, silky smooth with age and wear.
The air slowly grows warmer as they make their way up the stairs. And the sounds become more prominent. Someone is singing somewhere. An elf is singing. There are sounds from the kitchen. Fire crackling, the rattling of pots and pans. People talking. In Sindarin.
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Date: 2014-09-25 03:49 pm (UTC)He leads her to the aforementioned stairwell and they begin their ascent. There are torches lighting the way . Elrond's footfall is almost silent on the stone steps, silky smooth with age and wear.
The air slowly grows warmer as they make their way up the stairs.
And the sounds become more prominent. Someone is singing somewhere. An elf is singing. There are sounds from the kitchen. Fire crackling, the rattling of pots and pans.
People talking. In Sindarin.