[Galadel Vinorel]

As the hobbit lasses left to discover who had screamed, Galadel quickly moved away, knowing that they could take care of the injured. Placing her flute back into the pouch at her side, she quickly made her way back to the table where Roa, Snaveling, Tobias, and a new arrival sat. If my eyes are not mistaken, thought Galadel, he looks as if he were one of the Eldar, one of my kin.

Yet, the female elf's eyes strayed from the stranger towards Snaveling. I am worried about him, the elf thought, how will he take the news of his past? No wonder he was able to block my mind probe. Those of that blood always could. Galadel smiled to herself, memories of long ago filling her mind. Ah, sweet Numenor, Galadel said to herself sadly, How I miss your blessed shores! Oh why did thou have to follow the terrible guidance of Sauron?...No, this is not the time for this. There is work to be done. The elf shook her head, as if to awake from a dream.

As Galadel approached the table, Roa turned to her and smiled a wary smile, relieved to see the elf. The elf nodded to the woman, and the ranger returned the greeting. Then Galadel sat down in the chair beside Roa just as Snaveling was saying something to the stranger. “What of you, sir? You must think us a strange group to be so caught up in dark matters when there’s a party to enjoy," said Snaveling, looking over at the traveler.