Khelek paced in front of the door to the King's chamber. He had much on his mind; including the 'chance-meetings' with the two hobbit lasses, the man Mithadan, and the brief glimpse of the Elf among the crowd.
The sentries barely glanced at him as they stood, tall and straight, bearing the insignias of the Tower of Guard. Khelek let his eyes stray to the walls, where magnificent tapestries and statuettes decored the broad hall, and minstrels, unseen, sang sweet music at times.
Footsteps echoed from down the hall, and turning, the Elf looked upon Mithadan and his company.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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