[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Frór had remained silent during the last parts of the conversation with Ibun and Farael. He did not know what to think of this man from Gondor he seemed quite disturbed and strange. The reactions of Farael when the elf aproached and the ferret attacked had not helped, "maybe they are all like that" Frór mumbeld to him self.

Frór now put the mug of ale to his mouth and startet drinking, but he somehow mannaged to get a part of his beard in the mouth too. Now allthough he was not that old he had an impressive beard, the result of the incident was of course that the dwarf startet coughing very loud and he allmost tumbeld off his chair.

Frór now looked around and realised that the people around the table was all staring at him, this made him very uncomftable. Not only because he did not like the atention, but allso because it was given to him by an elf. Frór had been quite content with the fact that he still had to jutney through the Shire before incounter the elves. Now there was one in front of him and he could not just ignore her as he had first planned.

Frór looked at Teluyaviel and bowes as he said: "Frór of the Iron Hills to your service lady Teluyaviel, of the Woodland Realm I guess". When he stood up again he was once again facing her, but he quicly turned against Penn and intruduced him self to her. This was done so that he would not seem unpolite, but mostley because he was uncomftable facing the elf.

Frór sad down on his chair and finnished his ale beeing carefull not to get his beard in the mouth. He then turned to Farael and said "please continue with your story of the apperently fait Ithillien."