Fin scurried down the passages of the palace. He had just left the kitchens, a place that he frequented regulerly in case any of the maids were free. But today there had been an abundance of people there, off-duty guards, other squires. Apparently they had all been hiding from Findereg because he wanted them all to help with a trading mission.
"Well I think it will be good," Fin thought. He moved around the palace, searching for Findereg and after ayt least half-an-hour he found him sat in a window seat, looking worried.
“Well, hello Findorfin,” Findereg started, unused to talking with the somewhat shameless elf courtier.
“Hello, my friend, I have been hearing about this trading mission. Bad business that, no one wants to go!”
Fin ran his hand through his hair, hoping it looked the type to take part in the mission.
“It is a problem,” Findereg agreed, nodding his head.
“Well how about me coming along then, I can hold a sword and talk anything out of anyone.” Fin puffed his chest out, of course Findereg would want him to come.
“Are you sure you’d want to come, all the dangers of Mirkwood and the less than sublime people of Laketown?”
“It will be grand, “ Findorfin continued, “I would love to, well that’s settled, and..” he winked and nudged Findereg, “once everyone knows I’m going, you should get a few females begging to come.”
He winked again and turned away, walking back along the passage. As he turned the corner, he waved a hand and called, “It will be great, you’ll see!”
"There, he won't have so much trouble in finding people anymore," Fin thought, and didn't he look happy when I said I'd join." He moved off along the passage, whistling a tune.
[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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