[Mithadan]

Nardol's eyes narrowed as Gandalf whispered Maladil's words to him. His face clouded and he gritted his teeth making his scar jump and writhe. Almost, he made an angry response to the shade's challenge. But he bit off the words before they were spoken and, instead, took a deep breath. He forced his hands, which had balled into fists around the wands, to relax. Then he stepped forward slowly and laid a hand on the Hobbit's shoulder.

Poppy cringed at the touch; the Elf had never spoken a kind word to her. But Nardol smiled grimly down at the Halfling and did not remove his hand. He looked up towards the blur that was Maladil and nodded.

"Mae govannen, mellon," he said in a clear voice. "It seems to me that you have little enough to concern yourself with my sword, so with your leave it shall remain in its sheath. But perhaps you might show some courtesy to one of your kindred? The bag is heavy. Too heavy for the young lady to carry without aid. Might I not accompany her inside? I give you my word that I shall take nothing without your leave. Indeed, if you wish, I shall leave my sword behind, though you have little to fear from such a weapon."

He stood calmly at Poppy's side and raised his chin as he waited for Maladil's response. He made no move even as the dim figure carrying a sword advanced upon him and the Hobbit.