The stranger sank into a seat opposite the woman feeling quite releived. This feeling vanished almost instantly, however, as she asked "What's your name?" Freezing, the stranger struggled to think up some excuse. He blurted the first thing that popped into his head. "What fool would tell his name to a stranger?" The woman looked irritated, but he was thankful that he sounded somewhat believable, if a bit crazy.
The lady opposite him frowned. At last she spoke. "My name is Megilien. Now let's have yours." Four words and his shelter collapsed. He hesitated. Then, "My name is Randir." Megilien frowned again. "Your name..." Oh. He saw the problem, attempted to correct it. "My mother was halfelven- it was she who named me." It was obvious that the lady was still suspicious. Hurriedly, Randir attempted to change the subject. "But enough of me, lady. What of yourself? Where are you from, and what brings you to the Shire?"
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