Arawil threw her hands up in the air, angry and frustrated. "Yet another newcomer in my part of the forest! Soon I shall be known to the entire court of Thranduil! Ai!"
Anroth glared at the girl as she spoke her spiteful question. "What a question, when you yourself do not know your fellow ranger when you see him! Suilad, Dyakoria," he said politely. It was then that the girl recognized him. "Anroth? Anroth of Gondor?"
Anroth bowed. "Yea, I come to seek news from Mirkwood."
"And just who might you be?" Dykoria inquired, her eyes shifting from the elf to the strange woman Anroth had been talking to.
Arawil did not speak. She was furious that four people had entered her teritory and seen her.
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That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
.................William Wordsworth
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