[Esgallhugwen]

Eyeing her cautiously as she took off her dark cloak, laying it across the bed lightly. She spoke, her fair voice telling her name and origin, a Sindarin Elf of Ithilien whose name was Lira. An odd looking Elf as she was but Esgallhugwen could make no judgement upon her for she herself had rare traits for an Elf, indeed, no matter where she hailed from. The auburn hair was a tell tale sign of her difference and rare origin, and crystal grey eyes.

Yet all was fairly the same she had great percieving abilities; her skills included healing and that of battle know how.
"Even a stranger can heal the wounds of a broken soul," Lira had said; why not trust a total stranger she was fair and had a goodness within her, might prove better than to trust your own Kin.

They had been good to you except "the Few" she thought. Biding her time with the blonde Elf she answered 'I am Esgallhugwen of the Silvan Elves, my people reside in the east' It was all she would share for now of her origins to her she had already spoken enough. Her clan was now few in number, and her family's original abode was no longer in the east, it was a dark pile of ruble after The war of the Ring.
It wasn't known by many because it was small, and too many battles had gone on then for them to notice.

Not being of a trustful mind was her nature, it would take time, and perhaps she would never tell Lira of her darkness, that was for her own mind and body to have, no other should have to go through what she felt, what she feels.

[ July 25, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]