[Novnarwen]

Siralil and his son, Sitinion

"Haflings!" Sitinion had exclaimed when first seeing the Haflings. Sirlail had grown tired of his son's excitement. "They are after all mortal," Siralil had pointed out. "Nothing to be so excited about," he had continued. A large crowd had gathered around them, when arriving, but Siralil had waved them off. "Nothing to see here," he had yelled. The Hafling had run away, some even screamed.

They found the local Inn; a small building with a barn like dark roof. The small doors were obvious signs that the haflings were small people.

Siralil and his son made their way to the stable, going afterwards to order rooms for the night. They bent down as a woman came out the door and looked at them with eyes wide open. She had never seen so big people before. Siralil made his way through, growing annoyed by the behaviour of the little people.

"Two rooms for one night," Siralil demanded. The Innkeeper snorted, and looked up and into the elf's eyes. Siralil bent down, when ordering some food. "Your name?" he asked roughly. Siralil replied. "Here," The Hafling said, giving Siralil and Sitinion the keys. "Food will be served in ten minutes," the Hafling continued, eyeing the elves with care.

All over the Inn, people; mostly staff had taken a pause in their doings to watch these weird strangers. After all, Haflings weren't used to such company. "There's something with that man," Sitinion said at last, eyeing a man who went out the door watching the elves for a while.

"Don't worry son. He is too little to cause us big trouble," Siralil said and laughed.

The pair of them settled down, and ate their food. People were looking suspiciously at them, but they didn't bother to do anything about it. When they had finished, they separated and went to bed.

They rode on as soon as the morning arrived.

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