[Galadel Vinorel]

Galadel watched the young woman come into the inn and she smiled to herself. "This inn is certainly filling up fast with many different sort of people, isn't it, Amaduail?" asked Galadel, turning to her friend.

"Yes it is," said Amanduail, grinning back at the golden haired elf. Amiably, she stretched down her hand and rubbed one of her wolve's ears. He made a sound like a purr and settled comfortably on the old, wooden floor.

"Amanduail," began Galadel, gazing curiously at the woman who had just sat down in a far corner, "don't you think that we should greet this new traveler?"

Amanduail looked over at the person that Galadel was staring at, but all she could she was a young woman with long, dark hair and an old cloak pulled about her to keep her warm from the harsh Rohan climate. Amanduail turned back to the elf next to her and nodded, saying, "Of coure. We should be hospitable."

The two elf maidens stood up, but before they could begin walking, they heard Nardol say, in a low voice, behind them, "May I join you, my ladies?" Galadel and Amanduail quickly turned around to find Nardol gazing at them from the shadow in which he was hidding; they had forgotten that he was there. Galadel smiled and said, "If you wish to."

Hastily, Galadel pulled the blue sleeve of her travel clothes over her wrapped, injured arm. She then took off her cloak, lying it neatly on her chair. The elf began to make her way to the young woman, while making very little noise as she seemingly floated by the tables in her blue dress, with the two elves and the wolves following quietly behind her.