[Mattius]

"Tracking instincts..." Mattius mumbled under his breath as he made for the door, "maybe if I didn't spend all my time cleaning up after Endereth and you I would aquire some tracking skills!" He was sure he could hear Endereth laugh as he opened the door to the streets. The ranger's hearing was still second to none then he thought.

On the cobbled streets the movement of people had slown down considerably, the starry night sky resembled a back lit canopy with holes punched in it. Here and there a few street sellers packed up their stalls for the day. Over the road outside a forge sat Avery with an individual clad in greens of the forrest. Mattius made his way over to them.

"Feeling any better?" He asked her. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Yes thanks, the air has helped clear my head." She turned to Lingalad who stood up. "And this is..."

"I am Lingalad and, unless my eyes do decieve me, you are of my kindred are you not?" Lingalad bowed low.

"Indeed I am. I am Mattius Firnlord" Mattius returned the bow. "I can fool men into thinking I am one of them but not one of my own race! I did not think I would see any more elves here in Isengard, I thought there were no more left than those I am aquainted with." A sombre look passed over Lingalad's face at these words.

"There are few, far too few of us left." His spirits picked up though when he thought of what else Mattius had said. "Your aquainteses, none of them happen to be here do they?"

"There is one in the tavern, Endereth the Ranger once of Lothlorien as was I."

Through all this Avery stood in awe, two elves were convercing in front of her as she sat watching. Mattius looked down at her on the splintered bench.

"Avery," he began, "if you feel better then I beg you to take Lingalad inside and introduce him to Radagast, Endereth and the Great Scribe of Gondor. Ask the barkeep for another room or two." He tossed her a silver coin which she put between her teeth and bit down on. "Its real don't worry."

"What about you Firnlord?" Asked Lingalad recognising Mattius' elvish name.

"I must visit this forge before it closes, I have blades in need of sharpning. I will join you all soon."

As Avery and her new friend made their way across the street to the Salty Tear Mattius pushed open the door to the forge to be greeted with a blast of hot air. He approached the front desk and a pale looking woman with a dirty face and braided hair greeted him.