I once ran into an elf on my way to Tresslebridge. Or should I say, he ran into me. Those folk, they seem to know their way around the land, but you'd never know unless they decided to talk to you. Silent and deadly! So I ask him, strait up without introductions,
'What do you want?'
He seemed to think that was rude. Guess I should have bothered with introductions! Anyway, he told me,
'Get off of my road!'
His road? I've traveled this road many a time - no notice of anyone owning it. So I laughed and rode on. But I won't deny that, as a I moved on, I crouched forward a bit, -- Just to be certain he'll not send an arrow into my back, or somesuch.
Years later I run into him again, on a different stretch of road... erm, on that lonely patch just outside Evendim. So I ask him, strait up once more:
'is this your road too? or do you want a ride?'
He lowers his arrows and puts his bow away, all bashful - like a girl who you've caught fancying your best friend. So demure. I invite him to hop aboard, and lo and behold, the elf does. It was a long silent ride... but before we get to that heap of rubble, Ost Forod, he jumps off and says:
'You still owe me, unless your life is worth no more than a cart ride.'
can you believe that? So I say to him,
'I never asked you for any favours. I never asked you not to kill me either, so I think you still owe me a cart ride!'
Then he lets loose an arrow right above my head. I tell you those elves are war-like folk and have no honour.
