Findorfin moved along the passageways, eager to find some company, elven maids perhaps. Since he had talked with Findereg, and seen the lovely Aenara, he had noticed how deserted the corridors really were. Fin couldn’t understand it, why wouldn’t anybody want to be part of a daring journey through the unknown dangers creeping over Mirkwood. With this he could charm many a fair elf, telling tales of his bravery and honour. As he re-enacted an imaginery scene in the empty corridor, someone turned the corner in front of him. Fin stopped immediately and was off balance for a second, but regained his composure.
“Taurion,” he cried, flicking a loose tousle of hair behind his ear, “how are you?”
Fin had known Taurion for many years and although they were not that close, they had drunk together several times. Taurion had been busy in his own thoughts and had not noticed Fin until he had spoken. Or at least, that’s what Fin hoped.
“Fin, you rogue, how are you?”
Fin clapped his fellow elf in a hug around the shoulders.
“Fine, fine, now have you heard about this trip Findereg is planning? Good, good, I assume you will be going. Excellent, the lovely Aenara is coming as well, and maybe some other maidens will be tempted when they hear that the great Fin and Taurion are going!”
Fin smoothly added Taurion into the dream, knowing how to stay on the good side of people through flattery and charm. Taurion was good looking, but no match for the great court pleaser, Fin himself. A worthy drinking partner though!
“Please say you’re not on duty.”
Taurion shook his head.
“Excellent, then perhaps we could go and find some ale…or maybe some of those kitchen maids?” Fin laughed and let the question hang in mid-air.
[ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
[ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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