[Fire-Galad]

SINDAHIR

A shadowed figure sat near the back of the inn. Two small lights were all that could be seen of her eyes. 'As grey as the Anduin' her father always said. The girl shook her head. 'No this is why you're going to Valinor.' Sindahir gave a small sigh. She missed them. Her father, a lord in the house of Elrond, her mother, a beautiful and graceful Lorien Elf, even her annoying older brother Feanor, named after the Noldor lord of old. Now, they were just memories. Sindahir remembered how each of them left her and she hated not only her family for leaving, but also she hated herself for remembering it and anything else that had to do with her life in Minas Tirith. Except for one thing and it often stopped Sindahir from killing herself. Before she ran away six monthes ago, two weeks after her mother was killed by Orcs, Sindahir often locked herself in her room and never went out so her father asked if he found something or someone who could tell her about what ever she wanted to know, Sindahir would act the way she did normally. She had thought and told him she would if he found someone about the War that happened outside the city.

Sindahir smiled to herself. Her father kept his promise by finding one of the companians who had traveled with King Elassar. Sindahir didn't remember the Elf's name, but she did remember that whenever he visited her, a Dwarf was always with him. When the trio were done with the stories,Sindahir remarked that she would love to have an adventure.

Sindahir returned to watching and listening to the crowd, she nearly jumped when she two familar names, Rohan and Minas Tirith. Sindahir drew her grey cloak closer to her slim body remembering that her horse came from Rohan. Snowstar, Shadowfax's foal and soon Lady of the herds in Rohan. The names came from a group of four. One was of the Rohirimm and two were Elves, her own kind. The fourth Sindahir didn't know his race. 'I better keep an eye on them' Sindahir thought to herself.