Galadel
It was late night in the Shire when a soft singing was heard echoing through the village. All who heard it was moved, and stood still till it had passed by their house. The sound was gentle, and to the tune of a lullaby, yet in a language that the hobbits could not understand. It filled their minds with thoughts of distant woods and adventures, and left them breathless with wonder.
On through the village the singing travelled, until it stopped as the figure that it was coming from reached the Green Dragon Inn. The person stood staring up at the sign over the door and smiled. Opening the door she stepped into the Common Room, and flung back her hood revealing a fair face with crystal blue eyes that were shining at the moment.
Quietly the female elf crossed the almost empty room to the bar. A familiar-looking elf sat there all alone, yet she was not worried about him for the moment; she needed a room to sleep in for the night. Smiling at the innkeeper, Galadel, the Keeper of the Woods of Lothlorien, asked in her quiet, but firm voice, "Might you have a room available, mam?"
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