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Taitheneb could not help but show his relief when Erebemlin opened the door and entered the small room in the inn. “Silmaethor, have you brought news?”
Erebemlin eyed Tharonwe, who smiled mockingly at the tall elf, and then faced Taitheneb again. “Have you eaten your evening meal, mellon?”
“Aye, we had a meal brought to us here. A few pieces of bread and cheese are left if you would…”
Erebemlin held up his hand before his companion could finish. Shaking his head, he sat upon the bed and leaned against the wall, stretching his arms and placing his hands behind his head. Erundil shifted his weight in his chair, catching Erebemlin’s attention. “The other humans are in the common room if you wish to join them.” The elf glanced sideways at the ranger before looking back up at the ceiling.
“In that case, I will take your leave, Master Elf.” Erundil rose and crossed the room.
Taitheneb studied Erebemlin with a frown at his aloofness toward the man. “I thank you, Erundil.”
“As do I, Master Ranger,” came the patronizing voice of Tharonwe.
Erundil glanced at the elder elf on the bed, then the swamp elf, and nodded to Taitheneb before he slipped out of the door.
“Now, young one, what news have you brought us?” The swamp elf leaned back on his hands and tipped his head to the side.
Erebemlin closed his eyes and bit his tongue at being called young one. After a moment, he sat forward, facing Taitheneb. “We will leave at Dawn in three days.”
Taitheneb looked at him questioningly and then asked, “And which direction will we head, north or south?”
“The boy has agreed to finish the quest. We will pass through the Southern Gate.”
Taitheneb raised his eyebrows, and then laughed light-heartedly. “Why, Silmaethor, that is wonderful news!”
“Ah yes, wonderful news. You will be wasting your time on a hopeless quest.” Tharonwe sneered. “I am sure your Lord Amroth would be proud of your efforts. Of course, it is a pity he will never see it.”
“Quiet, Dark One!” Erebemlin glared at the swamp elf. “It is a pity you will never see the joy upon Nimrodel‘s face when she looks upon her love and my king.” The tall Sinda turned to Taitheneb. “I have thought much about what action we should take against this snake.”
Taitheneb nodded, having wondered what would be done as well.
“Tomorrow, we will bring him before King Elessar. The king will be better able to care for him, and then we can be rid of his presence...for good.”
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