An Audience With The King RPG

[Ringwraith Number Two]

******The Shire/Blue Mountains/Rivendell******

The quiet snores of Odo and Hardo filled the room. Orlo turned, unable to sleep. He was absolutely sure they had forgotten something- ah! Rope! He got up at once and trotted to the door, meaning to ask Serin if he had packed any.

He padded outside and saw the stars twinkling above him. "Now..where's Serin's room....?" he said to himself. He spotted a familiar passage and walked down it- Serin's room appeared. He knocked quietly- it seemed completely inappropriate in Rivendell to make a noise.

The door opened. Serin was fully dressed, and looked slightly worried.

"Greetings, friend." Orlo stepped inside the room, and caught Serin's expression, which he answered with a questioning look. Serin said something indistinct but seemed to involve the word 'Mikhelm'.

Orlo patted his shoulder sympathetically. " Want to go for a walk? It seems as if you weren't meaning to sleep anyway-" He looked at Serin's travelling outfit. Serin nodded and followed him outside. "Packed any rope?" Orlo asked hopefully, as they rounded the corner and saw the Hall in which the famous Bilbo and Frodo Baggins had listened to the Elven music in, years ago. Serin nodded. The Hall was lit, and Orlo could barely make out a shadowy figure, which appeared to be an Elf. Squinting, he stepped forward and the figure came clearly into recognition.