[Dimturiel]

It was evening when Ravennar finally reached the inn. Tired as he was, he decided to stop, for the night, at least. He did not see any reason why he should stay more, the Shire was not his final destination. At first he stopped short in front of the inn, looking arround him, a bewildered expression written on his young face. The loud laughter, the singing and the dancing seemed to have hit him as bright light would hit one that has been in the darkness for a long time. He had forgotten such things existed. So busy had he been with his own arrogance and his foolish desire to show the world what he was capable of that the simple pleasures of life and youth had been wiped out of his mind.They had no place among his schemes.

Coming back from his musings and realising what he must look like, standing like that, Ravennar shook himself and, with resolute steps, entered the inn and headed towards a table. After he had asked for a mug of ale he leaned back in his chair, gazing into space. No one that would have seen Ravennar then, would have thought that he was troubled by something. His face was calm, cold even, his blue eyes were expressionless. There was nothing in his looks that would show the rage that was inside him. He felt angry with fate, for making him what he was. How could he have been so foolish? How would they laugh now at home, he thought bitterly, if only they knew the plight in which he was. Ravennar, who wanted to prove to everyone that he was the mightiest in Dale, he that was so arrogant that he would not even have a companion for his journey, had almost failed his errand. First, he lost his horse and then he lost himself. And now he was somewhere he had never intended to go, having no notion on what he should do next. Yes, Ravennar said to himself, he had been a fool. And all because some rash words, spoken to him some time ago in a clear evening in an inn not too different from the one where he had stopped now.