"M'lady, when I left the great forest of mirkwood, I was coming with a companion. A fine young elf by the name of Halònir. When we came to the Misty Mountains, we went our separate ways, he to Lothlòrien and I to the great dwarvish realm of Khazad-dûd; known by the name of Moria in the common tongue. Alas, Moria was taken, and so I left and came around the mountains. I followed Halonir until he reached Lothòrien, but knew nought of those people, and went around the forest. It is my guess that he remains there, with those few that are left of his people. But when we parted, he gave me this."
Bali pulled a beatiful elvish knife out from behind his cloak. It had a white handle, and on its long blade were many images of trees, and vines, all entwined. Its sheath was convered in gold strips.
"It is but a trifle to an elf, but to me it is much more than that. It is Halònir's property, not mine. And so, I am going on a journey which I may not return from, it is my wish that you keep this knife in safety, until I return. If word comes to you that I have fallen in battle or to another grevious death, I beg you to send it to the forest of Lothlòrien, where Halònir resides."
Then he took another item out of a small pouch on his left side. "This, M'lady, is a gift for you. You are a most excellent host, and have been quite hospitable to myself and my friends." He handed it to her.
It was a neckless, made from tiny mithril rings. Hung on it was a flat blue gem, but set with a mithril image of a crescant moon.
"I made it myself, when I was being taught in the art of blackmithery by my father. It is a pretty thing, but thus should go to a pretty person, not some old,ugly a beat up dwarf like me." Here he chuckled. "And so I give it to you."
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