...Yet another stranger entered The Green Dragon, this time an elaboratly cloaked Elven woman. She stood for a while a few feet from the door,
"a strange day it is when elves should journey into the shire" she closed her eyes and sat at one of the vacant tables, extracting from her bag, a quill and parchment, and hastily began to write only to stop and look up alarmed. "the smell of injury is in the air, please, someone tell me, what fray was here?"
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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