[Roa_Aoife]

Will you accept my terms? Roa had been silent for a long time before answering. I need time to ponder this. It is not a light matter, and should be decided with care. She had been as civil as possible, but the rage in her heart could not be concealed, and she was greatly tempted to break her oath. The look in Galadel's eyes had stilled her, but it took great restraint. She then excused herself from the group by declaring she was very tired and her head ached. Val helped her to the Innkeeper, and Miss Aman had shown her to a new room. Alone, Roa thought over the events and ordered her memories. Finally, she released her rage in a fit of bitter tears. She had not cried since the day her brother had not come back from battle.

An hour later, Roa awoke from her slumber. She found the washroom and rinsed the tears from her face. Galadel was waiting for her when she returned.

"I know why you are here, Galadel. You wish me to him, eh?" The elf smiled with great warmth and understanding. "Of course not," she replied gently, "Forgiveness take time. Wounds must heal. But you agree to try. Keep him around- the poor man feels he has lost all worth." Roa bit back the angry retort. I am always quick with my temper... Sighing, she nodded and walked from the room. Galadel followed.

Roa walked towards the dining hall. Her stomach was talking to her. As she entered, Roa saw Val and Snaveling sitting at a table together, and a very nervous Toby between them. Carefully she eyed the man she was not throttling, and the ice around her heart thawed a little. He did look quite retched. Grabbing a bowl of soup, she quickly strode over to the table and sat across from Val. Roa fixed a strong and sturdy gaze on Snaveling and spoke.

"Very well, Man from the South, your terms are accepted. You may repay your debt by assisting me when asked, and aiding those here. When such a time comes, you will accompany me the Gondor to seek an audience with the King." With that she began to eat.