He looked up, a cold smile spreading across his face as he saw the young Elf leave the inn. Earlier he had unmistakably seen her reach below her cloak for what was bound to be a knife or blade of some description. Yes, the best way to remain unnoticed. Draw a sword on someone. The thought made him laugh for some reason. Oh well. She was obviously new to the hiding business. He was an old player in that game, but still attracted far too much attention.
He drank from the tankard again, and set it back on the table. Well, he attracted attention as it was, and he certainly had no intentions of turning his sword on any of the customers at the inn. There seemed to be many visitors that night, who like himself wished to remain anonymous. Although she had been the first that night to show signs of carrying a weapon, he had no doubts that there were many others in the common room who would jump at the chance of a fight. He sighed. The Shire should not be this way. It used to be a peaceful refuge, but now had become a lair for dark unknown strangers, himself being one of them. And yet the Hobbits and Men of the area remained cheerful and bright. How, he did not know. This was another unanswered question that preyed on his mind, and he once more became consumed by dark questions.
[ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]
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