The mead and bread slid over to him and the traveller nodded his appreciation and, with a grunt, drank down the sweet mead. It had been awhile since he had been able to drink such a beverage, and he gulped it down greedily. With a sigh and a slight belch, he put down the mug and lifted the loaf of bread, tearing into its warmth.
As he ate, still dripping from the rain, he overheard the conversation on the other end of the bar, "The time of the elves...it is waning. The time of men is coming, and we...we will sail to Valinor. Our last home." The traveller couldn't help but laugh to himself. "What a fool that elf is," he thought, "What a fool is any elf who believes that."
The voices had lessened to a constant murmer as it grew late and many either retreated to their rooms or went back to their homes in the village. He grew tired of listening any further to Pio or the others. Also was he tired of waiting for her. She would not show tonight, so he must wait until the next day. So, leaving a few gold coins with the emblem of the City of Corsairs, he walked to Aman and requested the keys to his room.
Deciding to wait in the hallway for Aman to finish her immediate tasks. As the traveller walked toward the hall, he bumped into one of the elves. The sudden jolt knocked off his loose helmet, it falling with a thud to the floor. Not even concerned with the elf, he quickly grabbed for the helmet and slid it back over his ears. Making sure no one saw them, he slowly stood up and turned to the elf he had accidentaly bumped into. Not knowing Niniel's name, he tried to mutter an apology, but all that came out was a raspy grunt.
Not giving the elf a second glance, the traveller turned and walked away.
[ October 17, 2003: Message edited by: OniGene ]
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