[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen took the last sip of her ale, a dance had started, she cared little for dances but watched the others go at it as they may, spinning and skirts whirling about the wooden floor, feet stamping, people cheering. Her grey eyes glimmered like ice under her hood, the group had gone their seperate ways for now, some sleeping others dancing, some engaged in casual conversation.

She was engaged with nothing but her thoughts. How she must look to others brooding and skulking in the shadows, oh yes all Elves must be like that anyway, musn't they? Always have a problem or some sad story of bloodshed and loss.

Esgallhugwen looked over at the two Hobbits who were talking, and why were they here? she pondered, no doubt by the command of the Master of Buckland and Falco. They seemed so young, so unexperienced, Thoronmir had vowed to protect all members of the party, she couldn't help but scoff lightly at this, we should all be here to protect one another, all here are capable of some skill that the other may not have, and there will certainly be use for more than one healer or warrior or tracker, one may see what the others miss.

She sighed heavily, loking about at all the faces though they couldn't see hers.