The dread of Mirkwood still hung over the young man like a blanket. They were in the Halls of Thranduil and the Mirkwood elves, but still Einen didn't feel any safe. While the rest of the company separated off to find old friends or explore, Einen decided to just stick near Arlómë. He didn't feel like exploring. To him, this was nothing compared to the wonder of Imladris, but maybe in happier days, Einen would see this place in a different light.
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They stayed in one of the halls, smoking some pipeweed. Amazingly, Arlómë felt the same as Einen did. The elves that he once knew here were gone to the Greyhavens. He did have a long chat with Thranduil, who he knew well enough, but he decided to just relax and prepare for Erebor.
Then, Arlómë had a thought. Einen was a good fighter, who did learn fast, but he didn't know enough to get into a full blown battle. Arlómë glanced over at him. Some training would do Einen some good, he decided.
"Come, Einen. Your a good warrior, but I think you still need some proper training. Erebor will be a lot different from what you've experienced." Arlómë said.
Einen sighed. "Sure. If you think so..." was all he said. For the rest of the day, the clang of steel could be heard throughout the hall as they trained.
[ April 11, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]
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