[Mattius]

Radagast and Mattius walked the corridor of the upper level together. They saw Endereth and Calentoliel talk together before retiring.

"It has been a long time since I was among so many good people Firnlord," said Radagast turning to the elf, "almost a thousand years!"

Mattius smiled at the bent man, his ancient age visable only fully in his eyes. The elf began to speak but was cut off when Radagast winced in pain and tightly closed his eyes.

"What is it Radagast?" Said Mattius getting ready to catch the wizard should he fall over. Eventually he opened his eyes and relaxed.

"I fear something terrible is happening in Fangorn Firnlord, and even further afield," he said.

"This goes outside Fangorn Forrest?" Asked the ever inquistive elf, always battling with Radagast's riddles.

"Nothing is certain, time will tell us Firnlord."

Mattius' face softened and he placed a hand on Radagast's shoulder.

"Clichés roll of your tongue as consitently as usual old friend!" The elf laughed before opening Radagast's door and wishing him goodnight.

"Be ready early Firnlord, we will meet in the common room to discuss matters." Radagast squeezed in before the elf closed his door. The youth of today, always rushing about. He rubbed his head, the pain had gone from earlier but he could clearly remember it.

Mattius saw the bed in the corner of his room and crashed onto it with a satisfying sigh. It was not the greatest matteress and frame ever but it beat the cold plains of Rohan.