[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Frór listent with outmost care to every word that Ibun said. When He had been so distracted that he forgot to put pipe-weed in his pipe and was siting with an empty pipe in his mouth. It was first when Ibun had stopped talking that Frór noticed this "unbelivabel" mistake!

Where is this Tower Hills of what you speak? I have never heard of this place. Fór asked,while preparing his pipe. Mithlond you say! Frór continued. If my memory is correct it is the place allso known as Grey Havens. I my self are heading in that direction, I have been told that the lord of this place should be most wise! Althoug an elf!

Frór now looked around the room, where after he leaned towards Ibun and spok in a low voice. I know of dwellings in the Blue Mountains, but it is said that ill things has happend there and thoug i know that these are north of the Gulf of Lhûn. I will not seek them until I have spoken to the lord of the Grey Havens. This would proberbly make the jurney easier too, since i do not know the road to these dwelings. He leand back in his chair, smoking his pipe.

Frór felt a warm feeling flow throug him, the food, drink and smoke had done it's job. He now startet to think of less ergent things. He noticed that his colthes was torn to threads, something he had completly ignored while eating!

Again he looked at Ibun and spoke: Master Ibun I think it would be a great advatage for boyh of us to jurney together, but I cannot leave before I have got some new clothes and restet! If you can wait, we shall jurney together. Now lets drink!