[Orofaniel]

Sitinion and Siralil

The two elven riders could now see the Grey Havens. It was lying before them, waiting for them. "Son, this is Mithlond. As the elves call it." Siralil said as they came to the outskirts of the Havens.

***

The ship stood ready as they arrived near the harbours. It was a beautiful ship with strong and large white sails. They stood there a while just looking at the wonderful ship that would take tem to the undying lands in a little while.

Around them stood other elves and watched the ship. There were more elves here than Siralil expected. Everywhere he turned his eyes he saw people of the beautiful elven race, all of them wanting to o to the Undying lands before the War started for full. The elves that were left behind were forced to fight along or just leave it to the other races of Middle-Earth. There would be spilled blood either way, Siralil knew that. It was always spilled blood in wars. But this wasn't just a "war", this was a special war, where evil had to be defeated or else.....Siralil sighed, he didn't really want to think about i.

That's why he had decided to take his son and go for the Heaves, so he wouldn't have to fight, or loose the people he loved the most. Siralil didn't usually show his emotions towards others, but by taking his son with him he had shown them in his special way of course.

"What do you say, should we find an Inn and get some food and drink? Maybe some sleep?" Sarlil proposed suddenly.

Sitinion didn't say anything because his father ad already started to walk towards what was called The Swan Inn.

They placed the two fine horses in the stable and went inside. The Inn was filled with merry laughter and conversations. Most of them were elves that were waiting for their ship; the very same ship that Siralil and Sitinion were waiting for.

"What can I do for you dear elves?" The ma behind the desk asked suddenly.

Sirali pushed his son forwards to the desk. "C-Could we have a room please?" Sitinion asked the man behind the desk. His father was standing behind him looking at the Innkeeper.

"Yes...There is only a room at the upper floor available. Is that okay?" The Innkeeper asked politely.

Sitini0on turned towards his father to see f the room that was available would do. Siralil nodded and gave a faint smile to the Innkeeper. "We'll take it." he said and grabbed the key the Innkeeper was now holding in his hand.

"Have a nice evening." The Innkeeper finally said as the elves turned away from the desk heading for the common room. Siralil wanted to grab a bite before he got to bed. His son was following him as a dog.

***

As they entered the common room the light hit their faces. The elves were smiling and drinking from large mugs with ale and beer.

Sirali and Sitinion seated at a table in the middle of the common room. It was the only table that was free. Siralil waved towards one of the servants in the corner. The woman came quickly over to them to take their orders.

"What can I get for you, gentlemen?" She asked and smiled.

"We'll have to mugs with ale and...The food you've got." Siralil said. Sitinion opened his mouth as he was going to say something, but his father stopped him. "That would be all." he continued and smiled to the servant.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute with ale and food." The servant said and smiled again before she walked away towards the kitchen.

The servant held her promise she was back in a couple of minute with two large mugs with ale and two filled plates with food. The elves started to eat at once without much talking. Their stomachs were soon filled and they were satisfied at last.

While they took some of their last sips with ale, an elf approached them. Siralil recognized him; he had been standing at the harbour looking at the ship while he and Sitinion had looked at it as well.

"Greetings dear elves." He said and seated without really being invited to do so.

"Hello," Siralil nodded sternly. "Hello," Sitinion said and made place for the elf on the bench.

"I saw you two down at the harbour." The elf continued. Sitinion opened his mouth but was yet again interrupted by his father. "My name is Siralil, and this is my son Sitinion." He said.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," the elf replied. "I'm Gifor."

"Well, hello Gifor." Siralil said. "Are you going with the ship that is leaving tomorrow?" He asked. "Yes....I am." Gifor answered and sighed. "I have to admit it's a bit sad to leave; Middle-Earth. But I'm sure that the Undying lands will be....splendid." Gifor continued and smiled. Then he gave a short laugh. Sitinion smiled as well, while his father still sat there just looking at Gifor.

"I assume that you two are going as well..." Gifor said and looked at Sitinion then he turned his eyes to Siralil. "Yes, we are indeed." Siralil said and smiled.

Gifor then gave a quick wave to the servant, he wanted a mug if ale he told Siralil and Sitinion. "You want some too..?" he asked them as the servant came over to the table. "No thank you." Sirlil answered before Sitinion could say anything. Siralil took Sitinion by the shoulder dragging him up form the bench he was sitting on. "We should go now." Siralil said shortly.

"A-alright.." Gifor mumbled. "Are you sure you don't want to..." He looked at Sitinion, but he didn't get to finish his sentence before Siralil said no once again and excused the both of them. he almost dragged his son out of the common room, to Sitinion's annoyance. He would rather have a mug of ale then go to sleep now....

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