Morlathion strolls calmly into the Shire, muttering to himself about all the worries and troubles of this age. He is looking for an inn where he may recieve food and lodging while he rests his tired feet.
His eyes soon spot the Green Dragon Inn, and it appears to be crowded, so it can't be that bad. He stroll towards the door but doesn't enter that way. Instead, he enters by falling through a window.
"Stupid rocks... Stupid window..." And he begins cursing them even more vilely under his breath. He returns to his feet and begins brushing off all the glass off his clothes. He turns around, but with all the commotion, nobody appears to have noticed his unusual entrance.
"May I help you, sir?" inquires a voice from behind him, and he jumps, startled. He quickly turns to a small hobbit lass standing next to him.
"Oh, yes, um, terribly sorry about the window. I am quite clumsy, even though I am an Elf. Don't know how I ever survived my archery training. Oh, yes. The window. Now, um, I am willing to replace the window if you give me a reasonable price. And I also require food and lodging for about a week."
"I'll talk to Vinca about the window. Now, over here for your dinner please..." as she leads him over to a table already occupied by two small hobbits. "Now, what would you like for dinner?"
"Um, anything green. And I'll have an ale."
He turns to face the two hobbits facing across from him, one of whom is gazing at him.
"Um, hello. I'm Morlathion. I'm an Elf from Rivendell." He extends his hand across the table to shake, but accidentally knocks over a cup of ale that was obviously left there by the previous guest.
"Oops. Sorry about that..." He starts quickly to clean it up.
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Gil-Galad, The Last High Elven King
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