Galadel, sitting across from Finwe was about to speak more, when the door of the Inn suddenly burst open with a bang. All heads turned as a cloaked elf hurried out of breathe into the room, his eyes searching for someone.
Spotting who he was looking for he ran over to the table where Galadel and Finwe sat, he bowed low to the elf maiden. "My lady," he began hurriedly, "There has been attack upon Lothlorien. Your father sent me to find you, and I have now been searching for nearly a month now. I am worreied that there may be no Lothlorien left when we return. Please hurry, Lady Galadel, there is no time to lose. I beg of you, please return home to defend your people."
Galadel stared up at the elf, her eyes wide, hardly believing what she heard. "Very well, Giladean," she answered at last, stading up out of her chair, "I will return with you to aide our city." Turning to Finwe, who sat motionless in his chair looking up at them, she said, bowing to him, "I must now return home, O' Lord Finwe. I am sorry that we were not able to speak further, as I would have liked to, but there is no helping it. If ever you happen to pass by the Land of Lothlorien, do not hesitate to come within. You only have to speak my name, Lady Galadel, Keeper of the City of Lothlorien, and my gurads will admit you." Finwe stood and bowed to the Lady.
Galadel then crossed the room to where Autumn was treating the injured Gird. "Autumn," she spoke softly, "Will you travel will me once again? And aide in the fight to save Lothlorien?"
Autumn smiled up at her friend and replied, "Of course, Galadel. It would be my honor to do so." Facing Gird, the hobbit said to him, "I am sorry, my new friend, but I must now depart. Be careful of that wound of yours. If I return, I hope to find you again in this inn, and here we will talk of the great events in the world. Is this fine with you?" Standing up, Gird smiled and nodded to the hobbit lass, and they bowed to one another.
Then the two friends departed with the elf messenger in hopes of reaching and saving the City of Lothlorien, before it was too late.
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