[RoA_Gil-Galad]

Morlathion turns to speak to the new Elf that approaches him. He could not exactly understand what she meant at first, but then he go it.

"Does this mean that I am likely to be attacked here? I may not seem it, but I'm actually quite good with my sword."

He draws his sword and does a couple moves, but slips on an ice cube and his sword goes flying into the table in front of one of the Hobbit lasses. He blushes madly and goes to retrieve it.

"Oh, um, hi, Ms., uh, Hobbit Lass? Sorry, don't know your name, and you don't seem keen on giving me it, so I'll just take my sword and leave now..." as he backed away slowly. He turns back and returns to the other Elves.

"Sorry about that. Oh yes, my name is Morlathion." He extended his hand to shake.

He turns his head towards the man with the wooden leg. "Oh, yes, sorry again about that, too."