Tahandil

"That doesn't mean I can't give people bad berries, does it?" asked Chrissy, making a face of thought. "They are not as harmful...just makes them run around trying to find a bush."

"What is the matter?" asked Tahandil, raising a brow at Eliad.

Tahandil burst out in laughter at Chrissy's words. Eliad watched as Aduninzil glared at a woman in a white dress then stared past the girl to Eliad.

"Or the funny dust that make people sneeze," said Chrissy.

Eliad took a step inside of the Pony before looking around. He then made his way to the back, to where a certain someone would hopefully be there. He grinned as he peeked inside, knocking on the doorway gently as he sees a familiar brown hooded figure. The figure turned his head slowly, keeping his face hidden under his hood.  As his eyes sat on Eliad, he lifted up with a small smile.

"Eliad, my son...," said Tahandil. "How have you been?"

Morning once again, busied, pained, and finally not willing not move any longer. I'm thankful to Raevenhart for all that he has done. Though now I fear I have dragged to many people into his horrid tale that ends only in pain and blood. Many moons ago I took a job, one I shouldn't have no matter how much training I had. I'm a hobbit what chance was there really that this would turn out the way I wanted it.