[Feared Half-Elf]

The woman breached the crest and stopped, watching the Inn. What was it? Oh yes, The Green Dragon. Well known, even in her homeland. Mirkwood, land of the elves. Or rather, it had been Mirkwood. Now it was Eryn Lasgalen. It was still the forest she had known from long ago.

She was elven, her light brown hair falling to her waist, and her blue-green eyes like the sea on a summer's day. She'd seen the sea many times. She'd travelled with the King Elessar through the Paths of the Dead, and fought when Merry and Eowyn slayed the Witch King of Angmar.

Now she stood for a moment, her silver mare still beneath her. The breeze ruffled her hair, making her black cloak move slightly. Her mare fidgeted, impatient.
"Hush Annufin. We are almost there for tonight."

She was Elkamia, the daughter of the King of far off forest to the east, forgotten by many. She lived mainly in Eryn Lasgalen, travelling back to her father Moraglas every so often. Now she was travelling from Minas Tirith, an errand given to her by King Thranduril. This was her second overnight stop. The third was probably to be Rivendell, then the two day trek to the great forest. So far away.

She neared the Inn, and then noticed the small figure of what seemed to be a ragged child asleep in a tree by the road.