[Glofin]

It was a fine May evening at the Green Dragon of Bywater. But there was talk of an odd stranger who had stopped at the Prancing Pony in Bree. Though the news had just reached the Shire it had been the talk of Bree for the last week.


Every one was gathered around two adventurous Tooks who had actually been to Bree and had brought back the tidings. “He was taller that all of the other men at Bree.” said one of the Tooks. And he had a red cloak that came down to his ankles, but it was his broach that was so strange.” Here the Hobbit paused to take a sip of the ale. “ The broach looked liked it was made of silver, but it shown like a star on a clear winter night”. The young Took stopped again to finish his ale. “It’s all a bunch of lies if you ask me”. Said a dark haired Hobbit who was sneering at the two young Tooks. But no one was listening any more. A hush had fallen on the room. For there standing in the doorway was a tall figure in a russet red cloak.


As he stepped forward the light caught upon the broach he was wearing. It appeared to be fashioned of silver in the likeness of a star. And indeed it shown bright a star. Then he raised his hand and pulled back his hood revelling his long flowing gold hair and slightly pointed ears. And for those who looked close they could see his eyes, which were deep blue, and if you looked close enough you could see a light set within them. Like something shining far away but clear. Then he said, “My name is Glofin. I seek only to replenish my supplies, for I have a long rode ahead of me, little ones. And I cannot stay the night.