Lusus et Gaudium: 2. Evening  Reader Toolbox   Log in for more
tools  2. Evening  Hithdol must be a real master of his craft,
Arwen thought as a few hours later they were hurrying through a
secret passage that led to a dead-end street in the sixth
circle. The good man had actually managed to make sure that they
would not be missed. She decided that her husband looked very
attractive in the uniform of a guardsman as he strode
purposefully next to her. She tugged at the scarf that
effectively covered her ears one last time and made sure that
her hat was in place before they emerged into the night air.
Already the noises of the celebrations could be heard: singing,
shouting and laughing.  When they plunged into the crowds, it
seemed to Arwen that every one of the people that lived in Minas
Tirith was in the streets. Everywhere in the city were booths
that offered various things; foot, drink, goods, or
entertainment.  "Good sir," someone called and Arwen turned to
see who it was. A man of great girth and long bea