[Nerindel]

After Léspheria had left to look for Aman, Lóthaniel and Fawain had sat and watched as People hurried to the aid of a young woman who had fainted by the door. "I do not search for my brother now, I search for the leader of the Dunedain, for my brother seeks him." the pair heard the young woman say, they looked to each other suprised. "she said she had come from a village in the north, then she must have got lost" Fawain said. Lóthaniel nodded in agreement, following her line of thought he continued "she must have already passed him for surely he would have went to the rebuilt city of Annúminas, the new stronghold of the Dunedain", "unless of course, by leader of Dunedain she meant King Elessar himself" she finnished, knitting her brow in a puzzled expression."I think we must speak with this young woman ere we leave" Lóthaniel whispered, Fawain nodded her agreement.

They watched as the woman was taken to her room. As the hobbit that had been tending her passed Lóthaniel grabbed her gentle by the arm asking "that young woman, what room is she in?". The hobbit glared at him sucpiciously "I think we can help her find her brother or at least direct her to someone else that may know something." he added quickly. The hobbit looked at them both wondering if she should tell them or not They look friendly enough she thought to herself, maybe they can help her. The hobbit then proceded to tell them what room the girl was in. "but don't you go disturbing her today she is in need of much rest" the hobbit told them in a voice that told them that she would not tolerate other wise. with that she returned to the kitchen.

"We shall go up tonight then." Fawain asked, "yes" Lóthaniel nodded. Fawains stomach gave a loud grumble, she looked down "time for lunch I think" she laughed. It was now late afternoon and she had had nothing to eat all day.

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Léspheria had been unable to locate Aman, She must be personally attending to the casks she chuckled to herself. She peeked into the kitchen, where a young hobbit was busily preparing the midday meal,she was trying to make sandwiches and stir soup all at the same time, it wasn't going well Lésperia couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. The hobbit turned to her with a Flustered look on her face, Léspheria lowered her head apologetically. Suddenly she felt the Hobbit pulling her over to the stove that had a big pan of wild mushroom and nettle soup on it "Stir this for a minute " she was saying. "B..but I..Im just looking for Aman" she stammered. "you just missed her" the flustered hobbit said heading for the door "I'll be back in a second, I'm just going to bring cook back" she cried as she went through the door that lead to the bar.

Lésperia looked at the pot before her, the wonderful smell of the soup filled her nostrils, she couldn't help taking a sip hmmmmm, Perfect she thought to herself.
She turned the heat down and continued to stir, just then the door opened again it was the hobbit returning with another taller, well built, sturdier hobbit behind her presumably the cook, but before they could reach her there was a cry from the common room "help me".The cook opened the door a crack and peered out.

‘Well, if that don’t beat all!’ She said calling for Buttercup to bring the smelling salts. ‘Some woman’s gone and fainted dead away by the front door . . .’ and again they where gone. The Soup was just about done so she turned it right down and shrugging she decided to help the pair futher by finnishing off the sandwiches that the hobbit named Buttercup had started.