[Mithadan]

"What did he say?" whispered Poppy.

"I did not catch all the words," replied Nardol. "But it seems he is not pleased that Mithrandir accompanies us and he demands that we leave." He smirked a bit. "Hopefully, Mithrandir will not be unduly concerned about the loss of his gold."

Nardol watched as the guard approached. "Bow again, little one, and we shall take our leave." The two bowed to Maladil, even as the guard came up next to them and said "Tiiidinnggss, Outtt-sssiiiidde ... ww-whattt ... ?"

Poppy looked up at the guard nervously, but Nardol's attention was drawn elsewhere. Maladil's blade began to sparkle and glow with blue fire. "Yrch," he whispered. Then more loudly, he addressed the guard in an attempt to delay their departure. "We have come in peace," he said. "We were sent by Elrond to meet with the Lord Maladil..."

[ February 18, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ]