Khelek sat next to Mithadan at the bar. Mithadan examined the Elf carefully, noting that he appeared to be unarmed. Khelek was raven-haired and clad in a grey tunic with light blue breeches. He wore a grey cloak with a hood that was presently hanging behind him. Khelek exhibited the agelessness typical of Elves but possessed the air of one who had dwelt in Middle Earth for time uncounted.
"I am Mithadan," said the Man. "I am a member of the Lonely Star's crew. I believe that you have made aquaintance with some of my comrades already."
"I am Khelek," replied the Elf. "Well met indeed. Yes, I met Child and Rose at the Library of this city. You and I have also crossed paths as well as the Elf maiden who accompanies you."
"We have some mutual interests, I believe," replied Mithadan.
Khelek smiled. "That is not a question, is it? Yes, I have some interests in Hobbits and Hobrim. It appears our research and concerns may overlap."
"And what precisely might your interests be in this matter?" asked Mithadan. "For this is an issue of some concern to myself and my friends."
"All will be made clear soon enough," replied the Elf. "You and your fellows are invited to meet with myself and King Elessar on the morrow. Perhaps his approval of me will ease your obvious, but justifiably cautious, concerns. Good evening." With that the Elf rose and disappeared into the night.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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