[Burzdol]

A bump in the road woke up the ranger in the back o a carriage. He sat up and looked out the window to a truly odd site, but deafinitly not unbelievable site. A large gathering of races were fighting about something outside the inn he was going to, in which agreement wasn't seen.

The carriage stopped with a sudden jerk which made him fall to the floor. he regained himself enough to get out, in front of him stood a small old man.

"Enerel, you really should sleep a little more, I can see bags under your eyes," the little man pointed out.

"Thank you for your conceren, Orclen. You have been protecting me for years. But now I'm old enough to go out by myself."

"Well, with your father being a steward of Gondor, what else am I to do if he asks me a favor?"

"Now, I tell you to go to my father and aid him in something more useful."

"Okay, fine. Take this though. I know you're skilled with weapons, so I got you something on my last journey," the little man hobbled up to the driver's seat and got out a large package. "Here you go, I got it from Mirkwood. Hope you like it."

Enerel opened the thing. Inside a long Mirkwood bow and arrows lay before the man. "Thank you."

"Aww, you're welcome. Though, I best be off."

Enerel watched the carriage speed along the bump path back towards Gondor. Then his thoughs strayed again to the small party of races near the entrance of the inn. Not odd to see elves and dwarves fighting. Though odd that they would be intermingeled, some talking calmly.

Instead of standing there he walked to the door of the inn. With one final look at the odd party, he opened the door. Inside it wasn't much different than anywhere else, except these few little hobbits running around. I heard about these guys in stories of the Ring, but never saw one before. Pretty cute though. He walked to the bar and ordered his favorite drink, red wine. He exchanged his money for the drink and walked to a the back of the inn.

He slumped to the wall and fell asleep.