[Laiquendi]

Lalaith sat on a bench near the inn. Blood poured freely from a cut on her forehead. Not far off a pile of burning carcasses lay. She shook her head.
Traps, how I hate them. She thought. The man had followed her deep into the wood, with at least several others. Springing from a tree she could take them all. They knew it too, they knew her history, and had they not been trusted to kill her before? She thought they looked familier. By others had come.

She smiled as a dark figure sat next to her, lowering his hood the ranger smiled.
"Joel" she said as she took his hand, "Thank you for your help."

His grin broadened. "How many times have you saved my life. It was only a matter of time till i repayed the favour."

Lalaith laughed. "I thought you were in Gondor. Elessar laid you off already?"

"Ha! He may be KIng, but he's always depended on me, the dear friend that he is. He asked me to tell you he's needs a herald."

"Ah, my job is never done" She smiled. "I have no buisness now. The others are dead and I'm free. But I will accept."

She stood and stretched her legs. She had left Gondor quickly, after the buisness with the assasins not only her life was in danger. If she had stayed then Aragorn's life would have suffered too. She sighed. Her bones ached and she was in need of a hot drink.

"Coming to the inn?" She asked Joel. He nodded and followed her in.

Walking to the bar she smiled at Aman. "Good evening, two hot drinks for me and my companion" She handed over the money and they sat in a dark corner, heads bent over ancient looking maps. Discussing what seemed like important buisness in elvish. Planning a route back to Gondor, with some extra route along the way.