Arthain looked up as a messenger walked towards them into the ring of firelight and recognised him.
"Darthin! Come, sit and have a drink with us." He gestured to a place beside him, but the messenger declined with a regretful smile.
"No, Captain Arthain, I cant stay. I bring a message to Melost, kinsman of Gil-Galad."
"What does my Lord say?" Melost stood up at the mention of the elven leaders name and stepped forward, a few steps from the messenger. Darthin bowed slightly to the elf then delivered his message.
"Gil-Galad asks that you would join him for dinner, and invites your squire also, if he so wishes."
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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