Feadhros approached the man who had just arrived and looked him up and down slowly. "You do not appear to be of the wretched Easterlings," said the elf. "Are you of much skill with a blade or bow?"
"That I am. My sword is sharp and light, and I pray that it will serve its purpose as it has in the past."
Feadhros nodded. "I am sure you will yet do good for your house and for Lorien. What name are you called by?"
"I am Garen, son of Galthun," he said, beginning to bow. Feadhros stopped him.
"We do not greet each other so in Caras Galadhon," the young elf said before clapping his hand on Garen's shoulder. "I welcome you to our city and search party, Garen Son of Galthun."
Garen smiled and clapped a hand on Feadhros' shoulder in return. "I am glad of that. And by what name are you called, young elf?"
"I am Feadhros, in the service of Her Ladyship as a scout. I also am joining the rescue."
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Feadhros."
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That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
.................William Wordsworth
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