[Galadel Vinorel]

A breeze flowed through the main room of the Green Dragon Inn as the door opened to allow another weary traveler to enter the warm inn. Galadel turned slightly as the soft wind flowed against her cheek. Looking towards the door she saw an elf enter the room, and look around. He was dirty, as all travelers are, yet she could still tell by his clothing that he was definately a dark elf.

Galadel gasped as if the she had been hit unexpectedly in the stomach, and turned herself away from the elf to face the bar. She quickly pulled the hood of her cloak over her head to hide her face as she gasped for breathe.

Autumn stared at her friend, for she had never seen her ever gasp for breathe, nor act this way before. "What's wrong, Galadel?' asked the hobbit lass worriedly.

"The dark elf," replied Galadel hoarsely. Autumn looked up towards the door where the elf stood, looking around the main room tiredly, and then back down at her friend. "What about him?" she inquired, looking worriedly at her friend's pale face.

"I know him from somewhere, Autumn," said Galadel, slowly straightening up in her chair, and beginning to breathe normally, "I'm not sure where I know him from, but when I saw him my breathe left me, and I felt like I needed to hide at all cost." Autumn, now rather anxious, said, "Maybe you just met him on one of your travels, my lady."

"No, Autumn, that is not it," replied Galadel, pulling the hood back off her head slowly, "I know that elf from somewhere." Galadel looked over at the dark elf where he stood. She heard Autumn say, as if from a great distance, "But from where?" The female elf shook her head gently from side to side, searching her memory, trying to remember something that she had long forgotten.