Long Lost Leaves

[Willow Oran]

Haldis had been listening to the tedious argument being carried on by the newcomers and, though their words now were less harsh, she had doubts that it would last. As the dwarf stopped speaking the woman urged her mule between them, "Master Elf, you will ride by me till your injury heals. Master Dwarf, Radagast would appreciate your company, I think he wishes to know more about how you came here." As these positions were at opposite ends of the company, her intentions were clear and her tone brooked no argument.
The dwarf rode forward to join the wizard while the elf reluctantly stayed by Haldis. If not for his tale she would have thought this elf to be younger than most. It was always difficult to judge, but many of the elves in Mirk- Greenwood, she reminded herself, were of the Nandor and save for the youths they had never seemed any more inclined to sulk than their Sindar kin.
Strange that he had called himself an Avari though he defined it has an insult made by those who left his people behind... Haldis put it down to the melodrama that often seemed to infect elven warriors and resolved to ask Radagast about the exact details later.