The stranger sipped his water, taking his time. It was a little bitter, not something anyone else would notice, but this fellow was an exception. Tiny differences in the water of a place told him volumes about the source. This was most likely from a deep well, near some sort of metal deposits.
He looked around. Several people were looking at him oddly. He chuckled musically, thinking that they'd look at him odder still, should he uncloak. Ordinary people didn't carry a wealth of leaves and twigs in their hair. But then, he wasn't ordinary.
He thought about approaching someone for directions to the Forest, but he'd heard that Fangorn had something of an evil reputation, even since the War of the Ring, and the Ents' part in it. That was what had brought him to Rohan. He'd always thought that they were just legends that his mother had made up out of loneliness. Fimbrethil was occasionnally given to flights of fancy.
He shifted, trying to get comfortable. He rustled when he moved, and the moment he heard it, stopped. That could draw too much attention to him. Attention he neither wanted, nor needed.
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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