Romance

Eleven years have we known each other. Eleven years. Since I first saw him during my trip to Rohan. I remember it so well. Little children, we were. I was Seven, he was Nine. He accidentaly poured some water on my dress, but he apologized very loudly as I began crying. Then mother came and took me away, told me that I shouldn't be playing with "riff raff" like that. Oh, how wrong she was.

(The page is scribbled in a clean and tidy Tengwar. However, there are some ink blobs here and there, indicating it was written in haste, or that the author must have simply been too slobby)

"Oi!" Umbaindes shouted as at a passing Boen, quite displeased.
Boen turned and grinned slyly, looking at Umbaindes with a rather searching look. They were along the Great East Road
"Ah, I was hoping to bump into you actually." Boen looked quite honest, and rather pleased, at the fact that he had bumped into his chieftainess.
"Why?" Umbaindes asked, not actually making eye contact with Boen.