[Galadel Vinorel]

Galadel looked up and down the busy street of the capital of Rohan. Her hood was pulled far over her face, concealing it in dark shadow, just as the rest of her was concealed in the darkness of one of the alleys. Hesitantly, the elf looked over at the old wooden door of the White Horse. Quietly she held a debate in her mind over whether she should enter that cozy inn or brave the harsh climate and continue on without provisions to the Golden Hall, where King Eomer dwelt with his family.

Thinking about the cheerful King of Rohan, Galadel's thoughts flickered back to the message that she had received from him only a month ago inviting her to come and visit him and his growing family. Only a month ago! And, in that short amount of time, so many things had happened to Galadel. Wincing from the old pain that sprung up from remembering her journey, Galadel thought about the past few weeks; how she had been traveling to Rohan, when she had been attacked by wolves, and her horse had been killed. She had then been stranded, with an aching wound that she had gotten from the wolves' attack. The elf had very little provisions, which ran out later on only after a week. Galadel had continued on then, traveling on foot, her stomach grumbling from hunger and her sidewound throbbing. The elf had finally come to Rohan, and though she had little money, she was extremely hungry, and so, making her decision, Galadel walked forward from the shadows towards the old wooden door. The maiden pulled her hood further over her face, so that no one should discover who she was. It would be very dangerous for the elf, for Galadel was the second oldest daughter of Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien, and now Galadel was the Lady of the Golden Wood, though she did not consider herself to actually be this.

Galadel, as quiet as only an elf can be, opened the door to the White Horse and entered into the warm and cozy room. Looking around, the elf saw many races, even a Wight, all gathered together in the room. Seeing a few familiar faces, Galadel smoothly made her way to the bar. She barely made any noise, and so, only a few people noticed her. Two of these were the wolves sitting patiently at either side of their master. They saw Galadel and quickly shot up and raced over her.

Amanaduail and her companions glanced up quickly as they saw the wolves sped towards the cloaked figure. They watched suspiciously as the traveler raised a smooth hand with a silver ring on it to stop the wolves from running headlong into her.

Galadel smiled as the two animals licked her outstretched hand and rubbed their warm bodies against her. Gracefully, the elf knelt on her knees in front of the wolves, and they happily licked her and rubbed against her. Suddenly, Galadel felt her hood fall down to rest upon her shoulders as one of the wolves accidentally brushed against it. Quickly, she pulled her hood back up, but not before the companions sitting at the bar had seen her fair face with blue eyes shinning and her golden hair falling smoothly on her shoulders. Galadel stood up, hoping that the two elves at hte bar had not realized who she was, but as she looked at Amanaduail, she saw a slight grin forming across the elf’s face, and Galadel realized that she had been discovered.