Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Oh, will I have no peace?" said Arawil "very well, come in"
The beautiful, carved door opened slightly and a young woman with light brown hair snuck in, she was wearing a pair of leather riding boots and riding trousers to match, the rest of her clothes were hidden by a brown cloak she wore, Arawin recognised the clothing as that of a messenger. Arawil rolled her eyes, she didn't like all the attention she was getting from the people here. "Who are you? What do you want?" she snapped.
"My name is Lorin Thoriel, I know what you intend to do, and I wish to come with you." the young woman said shyly.
"For goodness sakes! I am not taking an army to kill Shelob, in fact, I didn't intend to take anyone at first, so I will not let anyone else to travel with us." Arawin burst out.
"Please let me come, I would be a useful member of the group, I can tend wounds, I am good with the bow and arrow and the knife, if it is needed." pleaded Lorin.
"I do not care, I will take no one else." insisted Arawin. Hreeza, who had been silent during the conversation whispered in Arawil's ear "Give her a chance Arawil, if she speaks the truth she would indeed be useful."
"Very well, what proof have you that you can do these things and why do you so wish come along?"
"If I were to get my bow, you could tell me to shoot anything in the forest, I would hit it. As for wanting to come along, I come from a long line of explorers, my father, and his before him, that is why I became a messenger here, in hope of adventure, I have served king Thranduil well and I am sure he would gladly let me go." explained the woman.
"If your forefathers were explorers, why do you not let your brothers do the heroic deeds and get on with your own life?" Arawil inquired.
"Because I am the last of my family, my brothers are all dead, I outlived them, I inherited immortal life from my elvish mother, but they had their father's mortal life and my mother later died of a broken heart."
"That is indeed a sad tale," said Arawin, and seeing Lorin's determined face she continued, "I do not feel I need a demonstration of your talents and I shall consider your place in our group, I trust you know the dangers we shall face?"
"Oh yes," said Lorin, her face brighteneing.
"Good." said Arawin, very nearly returning the smile.
"When you've decided, if you need to find me, I shall be in the stables." and with that, Lorin left.
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