[Adanedhel]

Adanedhel nodded understandingly as the story finished but had a feeling that the Gondorian had left something out of his story. Knowing his place Adanedhel said nothing then begun to tell of himself:

‘Aye, my name is Adanedhel and I am intrigued by your story. There are not many Half-Elves that wander these parts’

Laitalathion nodded and said nothing Adanedhel instantly continuing:

‘I am by heritage a man of the Rohirrim though I have not been near Edoras since I was but a small boy, maybe six summers old’

He gulped down the last of his ale wiped his mouth and continued his blue eyes still studying the other intensely

‘I grew up with the Wood Elves of Mirkwood, King Thrainduil took me in as I was orphaned because of a roving band of Orcs attacking my parents as they travelled’

Adanedhel stopped there and wished to go no further, he didn’t tell many of the story of his sword and the Elven magic contained therein or of the skills he had learnt from the Wood Elves. He reached for his ale, realised it was empty instead brought out a block of a red wood and a whittling knife carving slowly taking long strips out of the strangely shaped piece. He looked up from the wood as he got a rhythm going and looked back at Laitalathion

‘I come to Edoras as I have need to visit it once more. I gained messages from Bethberry the fine innkeep here and I came to see her as she is an old friend that I had not seen in many a year’

This was how Adanedhel finished his narrative he didn't talk much as a rule not wanting to give too much of himself away. Looking down momentarily at his knife and wood making sure that everything looked well and that he hadn’t miss carved anything. He looked back up and leaned back again in his chair shavings of the red wood tumbling to the floor......

[ February 08, 2003: Message edited by: Adanedhel ]