[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas galloped towards a strange company he had seen these past few days while scouting. His chestnut brown horse, Välorminé, or in the commontongue, Swift Breeze, rode galiantly on the dirt road until he had nearly approached the company.

He dismounted Välorminé, patted her lightly on the head and bowed to the company in elvish fashion. "In all my years I have been patrolling near and away the borders of my city, Rivendell, I have never seen such a strange gathering. Three elves I can tell easily, all from Mirkwood I presume", he noted while eyeing their clothing and how it was much greener and darker then Hathalas' light emerald green cloak and his light green cotton shirt. "It also appears you've all suffered from a previous attack, and orc attack maybe?" He eyed Burzdol for a second, at his gashed leg and his limp. But he overlooked it quickly. "For I was sent by one of the elders at Rivendell, to survey the orcs and make sure they do not progress to my city. Ever since Lord Elrond has left a head of the city still has not stepped up."

He continued to survey the company who still sat in silence as the elf spoke to them. "A maiden of Rohan, who looks strong as any other in the company here. A few men I see, and lo and behold, several dwarves." Bali and the rest of the dwarves nodded their heads but did not take their eyes off the elf. "And a...a half-ling, a hobbit as another might say. I respect these creatures greatly, for it was because of them that the Ring of Power and the Dark Lord has diminished." Serello turned a bit red and smiled.

"But..." the elf continued, "you cannot tell all you need to know just by the looks of another. I'm absolutely sure you have not learned much information about myself. That may come later, what I need to know, by the orders of the elders of Rivendell ofcourse, is what is your purpose of travelling across Eriador, to a destination I do not know of?"

[ March 12, 2003: Message edited by: Hathalas Ashen-Shield ]