She lowered her head in a friendly bow. And before answering she glanced around the inn again.
"Greetings, Fawain Isilmeleo. How are the lands of fair Ithilien? Tis been awhile since I ventured there. My name is Lalaith"
Again Lalaith felt she had spoken too much, even though she felt she liked these people there were still many that could not be trusted. Even in these parts. She returned to her silent mysterious self and sipped at her warm wine. Listening carefully to those around her. She hoped that she would find news of these parts, as none now came out into the strange lands of mirkwood and furthur deep to the east.
[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: Laiquendi ]
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My name is Lalaith, i am an Elven exile, living with the Dunedain of the North. I can disapeare for days at a time so be warned. I appeare when and if i chose.
I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen, Han mathon ne chae, A han noston ned wilith.
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