[Adanedhel]

Adanedhel sat and mulled over Bethberry's offer of the 'special watch' that would be set up in Edoras. He again rubbed his chin, a sign to anyone that knew him that he was thinking deeply over something.
His weather worn face set into a look of deep concentration. You could see the dark tan of his face from being exposed to the elements his whole life, battle scars on his arms beneath the black cloak he wore proving he was the veteran of many battles and skirmishes and his bright blue eyes showed a depth and understanding of the world rare of one his age. Adanedhel knew people were sometimes unsettled by his eyes, he had been told by some of his closest friends his eyes seemed to see into the person they were looking at, and Adanedhel used this to his advantage locking eyes with people and trying to see through the window to their soul.
His piercing blue eyes still sweeping over the room quickly, watching people and learning their ways. He watched as one woman went and sat with a man dressed not unlike himself in the black cloak sitting in the corner doing as he did, watching the people and making his own assumptions on their intentions and whether or not they were ones to trust.

His blue eyes were drawn to Bethberry as she spoke with the woman that ended up with the dark stranger in the corner and Adanedhel instantly knew that something was going on and kept one eye on the dark stranger and the woman.

Adanedhel felt strange being back in Edoras, for many a year he had traveled abroad hiring his blade out to any that would have it. Ever since he was a young boy he had not been to Edoras, though a man of the Rohirrim he was unaccustomed to their ways and felt very out of place in the realm of the horse lords. When he was a young boy he and his parents had left Edoras for Minas Tirith, his father was a blacksmith and looking for more work and Minas Tirith offered it. On the way there they were besieged by a band of raiding Orcs and Adanedhel’s parents were tortured and killed, Adanedhel barely escaping with his life.
When he fled he ran for weeks and weeks, living off the berries and small animals he could catch until finally he came to the eaves of a great forest. Mirkwood. He flittered on the edge of the dark wood, afraid to enter until he was caught by an Elven Hunting party and taken to the King. He took pity on the orphaned boy and Adanedhel grew up as an Elf, learning their ways and eventually earning the Elven name Adanedhel, meaning in the common tongue ‘Elf-Man’ and the two-handed sword he wields, one that when used in battle comes afire as though infused with magic.

Bethberry then came back to Adanedhel and put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his reverie of the past. She noticed his surprisement and said in a low tone:

‘Are you okay? You seemed startled?’

Adanedhel smiled and replied:

‘Just thinking of the past….’

Bethberry nodded in understand and then sat at the chair she had vacated before and placed her arms on the table clasping her hands together.

‘Have you thought of what I asked?’

He nodded, is shaggy black hair bouncing as he did so and replied seriously in answer of the question

‘I have been away from Edoras too long, it is time I returned for a while and gave something back to my place of birth, my heritage’

He leaned back in his chair slightly and brushed strands of his thick black hair out of his eyes with his hand his blue eyes thoughtful.....

[ February 04, 2003: Message edited by: Adanedhel ]