Tareth sat in his saddle, staring at the ground as it passed by under his horse's hooves. Why were there so many women on a dangerous journey? He just didn't understand. And the other you man, Bregand kept talking to the elf about things Tareth was sure he would never understand. There were so many names for places and things, and they differed wherever you went. It seemed Bregand knew them all, at least to Tareth. Tareth rarely learned names and found them unimportant, really. Besides, most were much to hard to say.
The company had had a little excitement from the arrival of another elf. An elf! Tareth couldn't get over the shock. He was travelling with elves! He had always found the race interesting, heard the stories, seen them, but never had he talked to them. Now he might have a chance, but he wasn't sure about this Enien. She had just ordered them to put down their weapons, which the had raised in case this shadow on the hill were a foe. She was always talking as if she controlled the world. She was over confident, truly, but Tareth cursed himself for almost wanting her to get in trouble because of it.
Now they talked in elvish, a beautiful language, but annoying to Tareth at this point. He hated not understanding what they were saying, and the two didn't seem to care that there were other people there, including the leader of the company. Well, Enien didn't seem to. Tareth wanted to keep moving, he wanted to have something to keep his mind off home and what lay ahead. Maybe he could talk to someone, maybe Bregand would not mind a lighter conversation than the one he had had with Enien. Well, now wasn't exactly the best time. Tareth wasn't sure if he liked elves as much as before. He felt they were far better in the stories and when looked upon from afar!
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