[Burzdol]

Burzdol watched the meeting of the elf and the dark stranger. [I]I think I'll stay here for a bit and watch what happens.[I/]

To the elf it seemed that Bali had also seen the whole thing. The dwarf looked relitvly unconcerened, so Burzdol felt the same. Instead, he thought about his short encounters with the maiden. His mind strayed from thing to thing, when Eltor again walked up.

"I had to take care of something," she said as they walked toward a small table. "Why aren't you with your friends?"

"I have to keep an eye on someone. It's easier to do that back here or at the bar. I don't want anyone to notice me."

"Why not?"

"Just a hunch that I'm going on."

"Oh."

"Now I have a few questions for you. Remember that time that I told you my story? Well, I want to hear yours. I barely know anything about you, except for your name."

"Okay. My full name is Elorwen. I just use a different name where ever I go. You see, my grandfather was in the War Of The Ring, and he fought beside Isildor himself. When the Ring was passed to Isildor he refused to destroy it. My grandfather stood up to Esildor and fought him, in sercret, for the Ring. My grandfater, he lost. He paid for that with his life. Now, Gondorians think of our family as dishonorable towards Gondor. They banned us from Gondor and have persuted us for years. Both my parents died at their rath. I change my name everywhere so they can't follow me. Everywhere I go someone is looking for me. This place feels safe, so I am staying here for a while. My parents left me a small fortune and anywhere I go I work. Then there is that elf. My father and mother sent a dear friend a letter. In that letter they were told to send someone to come with me and help me. That elf is what I got."

"So they sent you a baboon?" Burzdol asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. No matter where I go he always finds me. I can't get away from him. He thinks that we are betrothed because he was sent with me. The only problem is he was very hasty about leaving Gondor. He kept leading me near the guards and wanted to stay in Gondor. When we went to other places he always talked to Gondorians."

"Your little friend almost got himself killed by me or yon dwarf," Burzdol said pointing to Bali. "He may be short, but he can slay almost anybeast or being. If he had the chance he would have thrust a hatchet into the elf."

The elf walked over to the twos table. "You better watch out, you excuse for an elf. I have something that can beat you before you can get out your knife. I will keep Rivendell elves higher than you scum." With that the elf walked away.

"That sure was fun."