[RoA_Gil-Galad]

"Oh, I'll just get you another ale. You seemed to enjoy the first."

He walks slowly and cautiously over to the bar, and everybody who had seen his earlier accidents was now giving him a wide berth.

"Um, bartender? Two ales, metal cups with nice, big, safe handles. Thank you."

He returns to the table, shuffling his feet so that he won't trip, and sets both mugs down onto the table. He sits down and takes a swig of ale, but doesn't notice a leak on the bottom and ends up leaking quite a bit of liquid onto his cloak.

"Ugh... And I just got the Orc blood out, too."

He wipes at the cloak with both hands, forgetting his mug, and spills the entire thing on himself.

He rises and removes his cloak, hanging it on the back of the chair.

"Well, since you don't seem very keen on telling me about your past, I'll tell you about mine. I was born Imladris seven hundred and fifty-six years ago next month. I currently reside in Gondor, but I'm on my way back up to the Havens to visit my family. Most of them have already returned to the Havens. We're scattered about, you see, and I was heading back for a reunion. And to meet my twin cousins, recently born. They're less than a year old. I wonder what they look like..."

He leans back in thought and closes his eyes.