Another elf had entered the inn. She was very fair and seemed as though she had journeyed far. Maybe she has also come from Mirkwood. Ruth glanced at her with her greye eyes quickly. The elf was weather stained and was brushing mud off her boots.
Ruth got up from her table and walked over to the elf. "Mae Govannen! Welcome to the Green Dragon. My name is Beruthiel of Mirkwood, may I join you?" She asked, smiling kindly at the elf.
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~I am not young enough to know everything~ Oscar Wilde
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