Findereg pulled his horse to a stop when the strange Elf appeared on the path ahead of the train.
"Greetings kinsmen! May the stars of Elbereth shine upon you evermore! It has been long since I've seen the people of Thrandruil leave his halls in such numbers and on horses too. Pray tell me; what news do you have of the region?" The stranger called out in a jovially pompous tone. Had he no caution? Of course not, not when talking to a fellow Elf. Well then.
"Hello," Findereg answered noncomitally. "You are no Wood Elf. What business have you in Mirkwood?"
"I'm a ranger, sent out from Imladris. I came here on Lord Elrond's orders to ascertain the threat growing in Mirkwood."
Findereg nodded in understanding. "Ah, the Shadow grows in the South. We are going to Esgarath to purchase needed supplies. If you'd like to join us for a bit, you're welcome to. A bit of news from Imladris is always welcome. I am Findereg."
The stranger nodded gladly and pulled hid horse into the group. He looked curiously for a moment at the daughter of Man, then introduced himself. Findorfin still seemed a bit put out, but everyone ekse welcomed him cheerfully.
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