[Aerandir Carnesir]

Aerandir silently watched the elf and her companions under his hood. Rave tapped him on the shoulder and he woke from his trance; nearly unsheathing his sword. "My Lord, I didn't get your name." Rave repeated. Aerandir, somewhat startled, replied, "Oh! I am terribly sorry. Please forgive me. I am Aerandir Carnesir, son of Olwe Carnesir."

Aerandir was very shy. He kept to himself most of the time. He followed the ideals of the Ents: "Never say anything unless it is worth taking time to say."

Rave looked at him in confusion,"Aerandir. So...what happened after you took exile and became a ranger? Surely you have some tales to tell." Aerandir, finishing the last drop of his ale replied,"I will continue my story." He packed more athelas into his pipe and began. " Soon after becoming a ranger, I took position in patrolling the lands near Bree; That's where I'm headed. I'm going there to meet my good friend, Tathar Seregon. He works at the inn of the Prancing Pony. If you've been there, you have probably seen him. He's one of the bar-tenders. He usually starts a song, or tells amusing tales.

Anyway, he and I met in the fields just outside the town. I found him wandering around searching for mushrooms, and he was sleeping under a tree. He had been under some spell from the mushrooms. I woke him, got him to his feet, and lent him one of my pipes, since his had been broken while he was under the spell. We started back to Bree.

Some of the farmers around the area had seen a pack of wolves coming out of the forest, and most of the folk had taken shelter inside thier homes. So, while we were heading back to Bree, we found ourselves surrounded by a closing circle of those cursed beasts. Back to back, I asked Tathar, 'Can you use a sword? Well, it doesn't matter now, your gonna have to!' I pulled a fighting dagger, hobbit-sized, out of it's sheath and handed it to him. I drew my own sword as the wolves charged.

Twenty or so wolves against a ranger and a barkeep. If you were at a safe distance, you would have probably given a little laugh or two to the odds.

We fought the wolves one by one and soon drove them all yelping back into the forest...If they survived. It turned out that Tathar was very good with small swords. I guess he used them quite often to break up fights at the inn.

We got to know each other quite well. Tathar was born and raised in Bree, despite his elvish name. His father had died and he lived with his grandmother. His mother, on the other hand, kept to herself. She would have done away with Tathar when he was born, but Tathar's grandmother in a way, saved his life.

So, I'm headed to Bree to meet up with my old friend." And with that, Aerandir called for another ale.

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