[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman nodded and smiled politely to the stranger, passing the order of bread and ale onto Ruby, who was trying as quietly as possible to sneak into the kitchen. As she turned again to the front, she noticed another come in, an elven woman.

Another elf! She smiled to herself, remembering Mithadan's comment and her own thoughts. And this elf was indeed as elegant and as quietly self confident as many of them - but as she looked up, Aman noticed her eyes were the most extraordinary shade of blue. Bright, cornflower blue, and warm as well...

The elf had started to come towards the bar, and Aman jolted back awake, trying not to stare. And certainly she did not seem as melancholy as many of the elves - she had an air of warmth and friendliness about her. But she was dressed in travelling clothes - and an elf travelling this way through the Shire could only really mean one thing eventually. Aman sighed - yet another of the immortals would sail.

The elf was at the bar now, and Aman moved over to her, sweeping the top of the bar with a cloth absent mindedly. Nodding her head politely, she smiled at the elf. "Good day, can I get you anything, miss...?" She left the end open.

She was greeted in reply with a beaming grin, and an eager reply. "Elsilda. My name is Elsilda. Could I have an ale and...lets see...have you any cheescake?"

Aman smiled - she liked this elf already, with her smiles and her ready, eager air. "I'll see what I can do - I believe Cook made some very recently - there's going to be a bit of a party pretty soon. Hang on a second," she broke off, raising her voice to call to Buttercup for a slice of cheesecake please, and the server scurried off to comply. Aman smiled after her, then turned back to the elf, beginning to pour an ale.

"My name is Aman, by the way - I'm the Innkeeper here at the Dragon. May I ask how you came around this area? More and more of the fair folk are passing through...." Sliding the drink across the bar, she raised her eyebrows in askance to Elsilda.