Outside the Inn a cold northern wind was blowing and a thick fog was moving in as well. The patrons standing outside didn't even notice the dark cloaked man until he was less than a meter away.
Startled, one of the men drew his blade and demanded the stangers name. " Peace friend", the stranger said. " My name is Angrod and I come from the lands North and West of, what you know of as, Erebor. My people were once part of the tribes you now know of as the horse-lords of Rohan. I am journeying to the edges of the Western sea and am in look of shelter for a while. Have I found such a place or am I to move on through the night"?
The startled man then put away his blade and spoke. " Nay, anyone who comes in peace is welcome. Go now and warm yourself and gain your rest."
" I thank you and indeed I shall. Farewell for now." Angrod spoke as he stepped out of the cold and entered into the warm inn.
[ May 13, 2003: Message edited by: gothmog35 ]
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