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Old 10-30-2003, 01:21 AM   #131
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Avanill

Avanill had been unsure about how exactly Naiore was going to react when Ferney announced his presence. This worried him a great deal, and it was not much in this world which worried him, that was for sure.

He and Ferney as well as the elf Vanwe came to a cave, where in the fading light, Avanill's spine was struck with a chill. It was Naiore, it was true that he had seen her before, but on very few occasions. He raised his tired arms, whilst ferney spoke the formidable elf.
"This is Avanill," Barrold started. Avanill almost snorted.
"I know who he is. I know your mother." Naiore inspected Avanill long and hard.

He had expected so much. His mother Atantri made a lot of money trading from Ithilien to Mordor in the dark days of old. A far cry form her notorious image of 'the Bandit of Pinnath Gelin' as some had come ot know her. It had been there that his mother had made a huge prophit from the servants of Sauron and passed on all her contacts to Avanill when he came of age. He owed much of his respect which he got from clients to his mother, it was really her name they feared than his, and he was still greatful.

There were many parallels between the nature of his mother and Naiore, both were hard women, smart and dangerous, but Atantri had been more cunning, smart enough not to choose sides in the hard days. Both had offspring, though Avanill was glad that his mother was warm enough to raise him with love and respect. Somehting which Avanill doubted Naiore felt for Vanwe. Pitty he thought, They could have been quite sucessful together...

After the men had relayed their story to Naiore they were off again. Avanill was not so much troubled by his bags, his physique was strong which meant that he could go on for hours with the heaviest of things. Though he did think that he missed his horse Amathalay. ... Wretched creature... Which he had left in Bree. No matter, they wont move the thing, if they know what's good for them... he told himself.

Further along the way Naiore stopped "Tonight, good gentlemen, we shall discuss the Elf-friend and matters pertaining to our venture." The opportunity could now arise that Avanill could discuss the matter of payment. He was not just doign this out of the goodness of his own heart.
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