Megilien watched this young man with interest. He fit the description she had been given, and was obviously very suspicious of her and everyone from Ithilien. She was pondering this in her head when he asked what her business was.
She shrugged when he asked. "It's really none of your business, to ask me what I'm doing here. But, for your own sake, I shall tell you. I'm an Elf, and I am on my way across these lands to the Havens." It wasn't the truth, but the young man seemed to buy it well enough, and Megilien couldn't have him knowing that she was really here hunting for that renegade. She gave him a smile, not unlike her friend Eowyn's. "What's your business, Randir?"
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