Megilien's strength surprised Randir. He found himself sitting once again, aware that this was not his own doing. "You wish to know my true business." He said. It was not a question. "I do not care to know yours, because I believe I already do. However if you wish to tell me, I will hazard a guess that this is not the time nor place."
He looked around. The sun was streaming through the windows and a hoard of hungry hobbits had begun to flood the inn. "Unless you wish all the town to know your story, true or false, I beleive it can wait." He stood again, capturing Megilien's wrist as she made to stop him once more. He knew she was strong, now, but he also knew he was stronger. "And now, If you really don't mind, I must get some rest." She glared at him. He grinned. "No lies." She continued glaring, her face set. He raised his free hand defensively. "Come now, Megilien, I've had a long ride. Surely you can admit that. It's a hard journey!" He did not say 'from Rivendell' because he knew she had heard him before. It wasn't a hard ride from Rivendell at all, with the roads repaired and well watched. But since neither of them had come from Rivendell... Randir released Meg's arm and walked away, climbing the stairs to his quarters.
When he reached his quarters, Randir locked the door and drew the curtains across the window. Then he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep immediately.
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