Lalaith turned as the elf barged into the inn. She grinned as she heard the drink Shire Vodka, it was a nice drink, but nothing could top off Sauron Slammers - not many people knew how to make them though. A popular drink with young elves.
As the bar felt a little crowded Lalaith decided to sneak away to a corner table by the fire. She curled her legs under her as she drew out a small book, covered with what suspisiously looked like orc blood.
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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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