Khalad listened to what words he could hear of the conversation between Melost and Vlad. It seemed that Vlad had been convinced to not only let Melost live, but even aid him.
The latter worried Khalad, since he wondered what aid such an Elf would need from an outlaw leader like Vlad. Such worries were temporarily dispelled though, as he heard their destination.
Laurelindórenan, the Golden Wood. Full of Elves and mystery to a Gondorian such as Khalad. For a few minutes he enjoyed himself imagining how it would be. The goal of their journey pleased him.
Until his chain of thoughts returned to why they were headed towards Lothlórien. Since Melost had not revealed any of his past, Khalad had little idea as to why he needed Vlad's help; but he imagined several scenarios, and none of them comforted him. Sub-consciously his fingers lay impatient over his swordhilt, as he increased his vigilance against Melost and Vlad's conversation.
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