Lotho stared about the barrow intently. Most of these artifacts were priceless, it was true. Glittering swords, shields, daggers, jewels.. but none of them were Elvish, or anything remotely appropriate to present to Elrond's folk. Most of the items, in Lotho's eyes, brought up unpleasant memories of death and war: something, he had heard, that Rivendell was free of.
As he moved the lamp, a glint of sparkling white caught his eye. He set the lamp down and looked for the source of the flash: it was a very fine necklace with a pendant of a white lily on it, lying in the midst of a rubble of metal. There was no doubt about it: it must be Elvish. He picked it up gently, half-afraid that he would snap it, and laid it next to him.
Maybe more Elvish treasures were buried in this rubble. He sifted through the pile of dull metals until something jabbed his hand. He yelped in pain and drew his hand back immediately, and with the other, gently picked up the object that had pricked him. He held it to the lamplight, staring at it in wonder. It was a precisely crafted brooch of a slender leaf. He turned it over, and very fine, small lines were lightly carved into the back of it. Were they Elvish? This could be a find too. Cradling it carefully in his hand with the necklace he got up to find the Bullroarer to ask him.
[ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: Ringwraith Number Two ]
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