Olivia chose the pants and top from the deepest recesses of the chest in the hope that it was more or less clean. She slipped them on. They were much more comfortable than she had expected from leather and cloth, combined as they were.

There was only one pair of boots. Sitting in the least piled up chair, she put them on.

She stepped out of the tent onto the grass before the fire. And the argument stopped as both Elves turned to look at her.

"Does this look all right?" Olivia asked in a small voice.

Celduin made no comment but went to his horse and mounted.

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