[Bombadil]

The Elf had been wandering all night in this strange place. He had much love for the history of things, and much wanted to visit bag end and other historical places form the great tale of the ring. As he roamed around Hobbiton he came across a delightful looking inn by the name of The Green Dragon Inn . It was time for a rest he thought to himself.

As he stepped in he smelled the burning wood of the fire, and overheard tales and lore which brightened his heart. The hobbits who were sober looked at the elf as if he was unwelcome, but they were pretty much accustomed to such folk by that time. Eryndil, lover of forests he was named; for he did not dwell in one place but travelled from forest to forest. He was clad in green, as ever he was. For this many called him Galendor, the green lord.

Eryndil moved his grey eyes from person to person, and was happy to find an elven lady sitting down- though she looked rather sad. Slowly Eryndil approached her and asked, "Hello m' lady, may I ask why you look so distraught?"

She looked up at him with the same pain-wrought face she had when Eryndil first saw her. "I am Eryndil Galendor, and you?" She seemed to try and squeak out the words, but grief overcame her once again. Eryndil's concern was apparent. "Tell me my lady...what ails you?"