[Halbereth Diagona]

"Some call me 'the silver wanderer'. My business is my own." the stranger growled back.
Dineniel watched in fascination as the two men regarded each other. The stranger seemed to be slight in build as well, with broad shoulders.
"Not another gypsy elf. No particular bloodline, except the one of degradement." smirked Thorondruin. This must have touched the stranger's nerve, for he leapt at Thorondruin and knocked him backwards, swinging his dagger over Thoronduin's face.
"Alright, hold your tongue sir, or lose it." he snapped roughly.
Thoronduin nervousley edged away from the dagger.
"No offence meant." he muttered.
"Thank you." the stranger got up, still holding the dagger pointing straight at Thoronduin.
"As a matter of fact, I am descended from a great bloodline." the elf said.
"Oh really," smirked Thoronduin, "And what would that be?"
The stranger lifted his head. "Namien," he replied.
Thoronduin drew his sword, crying "The devil! The devil has come!"
"Oh, give it a rest." said the stranger, with a bored look.
Thoronduin cried out again.
"I shall dispose of it with a stake through the heart!"
"Honestly." flicked the stranger.
Himedel (?sorry) ran forward.
"If he can capture me...well, he could be useful...know what I mean?"