[Thalionyulma]

A visitor had come from the golden woods of Lorien and Deagon had begun to feel uneasy. Another elf ,Laryelion, had also came from the same woods. He wondered if the Lady had sent both of them.

He felt he had to move soon. His contacts had not left any sign nor message. But last night he had a dream- or was it a vision? He was not certain.

It had seemed a dark spectre kept reaching towards him. And voice had whispered that it was time for him to act.

"Deep in thought again?" The female voice had startled him. Looking up from where he sat under the elm, he stared up at Gayahithwen. The elven kitchen maid was holding a basket filled with herbs from the woods.

"I was just resting a bit," he looked away, avoiding her eyes. "I'm waiting for the others. We're to patrol the eastern area, near the border." He lied.

Deagon noticed her hesitate a split second, as if she was about to say something but changed her mind. Then she sat down on the ground, setting her basket to one side.

"Our visitor from Lorien has gone. I asked Laryelion if he knew where Turon would be heading to, but he did not. The two had spoken awhile before Turon left," Gayahithwen said as she watched him carefully. Another elf called out to her to hurry. Sighing she asked, "Will you be gone long?"

"Several days, perhaps longer," he answered. Another lie.

He watched her join the others towards the Hall. He would have to leave as soon as he could slip away. He would have to be careful to avoid further suspicion.