[GreatWarg]

Khelek finished polishing his sword, looking at the simple beauty of the gleaming blade. It had long been left in its sheath, hidden away underneath his cloak, and after that, among a few of the possessions that was on the Lonely Star. Though he had learned some swordplay in Imladris, there had been no real need to use it, except, of course, if he were riding out with the Sons of Elrond.

Then resheathing the blade, the Elf abandoned the small room to talk to Mithadan. A slight disquiet he sensed from the Man, despite the fact he was trying hard to block it. Perhaps it was just nervousness of the rescue. Or perhaps it was something else. Yet in truth, Mithadan was admirable for a Man. Ulmo was constantly whispering in his ear, giving him strength and wisdom beyond that of any normal Mortal. Then again, how can anyone be sailing upon the rippling brow of Ulmo and not feel his majesty?

((OOC-Just correct me if I'm wrong about anything. And sorry if I seem to be posting a lot less as of late. Community service and homework are really eating up my time this year.))