[GreatWarg]

Khelek walked down the crowded and bustling streets teeming with life. Exotic plant life imported from Mirkwood lined the busy roads, and the fine worksmanship of the Dwarves could be seen down every paved street and every stone wall.

Down to the docks, the dark Elf decidedly went, to catch a whiff of the Sea breeze and, possibly, the news of Ulmo. Looking upon the ships in their docks, and the mariners singing gaily in the salty breeze, Khelek came to a ship named 'The Lonely Star.' Looking over the proud-bearing ship, the Elf knew that it was built with fine craftsmanship.

Two voices came floating to him with the wind, one of which belonged to a hobbit lass he had met earlier in the library. The other voice was unknown, but it was filled with wisdom and of long years.

"Verily, few have seen a dragon in Minas Tirith," the Elf commented.