[Kitanna]

Astalder gasped as the singing hobbit fell and disappeared. It couldn't be, could it? This was who she had come so far to find. And now she learned he was as clumsy and hapless as any hobbit. She sat forward in her seat, straining her ears for the sound of an invisible crawler, but to no luck. There was far too much external noise to here the softness of a hobbit crawling away from his landing spot.

This was a most unfortunate turn. If someone was out there, following this poor fellow, no doubt they would now be drawn to this incident. Astalder shuddered to think. The hobbit had reappeared by the feet of a man. Astalder immediately recognized him, Aragorn. She need not worry for a little while. It was time for some fresh air anyway.

She pushed herself away from the table. She made sure her hood was up and her ears were concealed. The hound at her feet trotted out in front of her as she made for the door. She passed by the man who had tripped the hobbit in the first place.

She could disguise her face and body, but Astalder's sweet, melodic voice would always give her away. So when she spoke to the shadowy figure she kept it low, "You should be more careful where you stick your feet." He didn't move and appeared to be asleep. Astalder, in elven grace and beauty, kicked his foot and headed for the door once more.