The Green Dragon - Part 2

[Carrûn]

"You are older than your appearence leads mortals to believe, though I am not fooled. I do not believe Awrygan introduced us. I am Umbria, sometime I am called Angalossiel by the Slivan elves, of which I am born of. Though in Gondor, I am known as The Everdawn. How do you come to the Shire, my friend?"

Nárello glanced up at the gray eyed elf who had spoken to him. "I walked," he said shortly and a bit crossly. Seeing that this would not satisfy her he continued, trying not to give out to much information about the dark man Umbria spoke of. "I came down from the North. Encai...Awyrgan found me. He took me to a camp of other men and then he left. He didn't want to stay. I wander around now. The Shire is a nice place to stay quiet and there's lots of food. Once in a while I see Awyrgan. I tell him things I see and he teaches me things or tells me stories. One time he gave me this." He shifted his jerkin to reveal a small, well designed dagger.

When he was sure no one was watching he pulled it out, spun in around his hand and then placed it back in its hidden sheath. He grinned. "He taught me how to use it. Older boys in Bree leave me alone now. I like Bree, lots of stories. I've only been to this place twice. I want to leave soon but I think Awyrgan told them to watch me for a while."

[ January 17, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]