[dragoneyes]

A young woman sat in the corner of the tavern, she was one of the few who had stayed, her cloak was drawn around her and her hood was up, all that could be seen of her was her dark green eyes, highlighted by the burning fire. She looked at the body in disgust, she had seen people die before, but she had never seen anyone be killed. She walked outside and saw a shadow of a woman dissapear down the road towrds mirkwood, "You don't want to go down there young miss," said a loud voice behind her, Arrelle jumped and turned, the bartender, quite a large man, wearing a dirty apron, was standing right infront of her with a worried look on his face, "That's not the first person she's killed y'know, it's like a hobby o' hers." It was as though he had read her mind, she had been thinking of going and following the other lady, but now she wasn't so sure. She lowered her hood, letting her dark brown hair fall about her shoulders, she smiled "I wish to see the elves anyway, I was on my way there, when I stopped here."
"Elves? They're strange folk too y'know, don't live in the best places neither, Mirkwood is no place for a well-spoken young lady like yourself."
"You may have dissuaded me from following that person, but you cannot stop me from going into Mirkwood."
"As you wish miss. Now, if I may say so, night isn't the best time for goin' into Mirkwood."
"Very well, I will stay the rest of the night here. I'll leave at sunrise mind you."
"Very good, miss. I'll take you to your room now." He led her to her room and she handed the money over, the bar-man left and shut the door behind him. Arrelle took off her cloak, and lay on the bed thinking of her home back in Gondor.