This means thoughts

"This means silent languages."

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It had been three days since leaving Haldir at Lothlorien. Three days since he kissed her.

Bainil didn't honestly know how to react, and she still didn't know how.

Turgon was still giggling every time he looked at her, and Daechir always had to snarl at the spider to get him to shut up.

Bainil didn't really know what to think of Daechir, either. He was usually quiet, except for when he was angry. He was an incredible fighter with unmatched speed and strength. But he also had quite the temper, which Turgon figured out early on. He was loyal enough and took orders pretty well, but there was nothing really to him.

Eril, on the other hand, was Daechir's opposite. She loved to talk to Bainil, and was always very calm. She was a swift horse and could go running for days without food and still be ready to fight orcs. She was a free spirit and had a hard time following orders properly.

Eril's other form, was a different person. Emethil was a beautiful elf woman, with flowing silver hair and cold mithril eyes. Bainil had seen her only once, and that was when they had been attacked by orcs. Emethil was a master of the bow and broadsword. Her strength was beyond ten men put together. But she only spoke when ordering Turgon or Daechir, and when she did, it was icy cold yet burnt like fire.

Emethil's armor was also a sight. It was blacker than a dark void, yet had veins of gold and silver running through it to make great patterns. Some of flowers, or animals, or even weapons. Her broadsword was iron lined with sharpen silver and the hilt made of gold. Her bow was obviously of Mirkwood make, with dark wood and green leather.

Turgon was just a black and gray spider with eight eyes. That was about it. Except he was big enough for Bainil to ride on if she so wished.

They had been traveling for a good while. The exact day, from Mirkwood to where they were now, was forgotten. She only knew it had been three days since...since the kiss!

Oh dear Eru, help me now! Why am I so shaken up by one little peck on the cheek!?

Because it was Haldir who kissed you. Said the logical side of her mind.

Oh, shut up!

Can't. I am you. Your are me! WE WILL DOMINATE THE WORLD!

OK, I'm insane. Bye!

NO!

Bainil blocked out the voice, and watched the people at the inn. Apparently, even the logical side of her mind was messed up.

Right now she was sitting in the Prancing Pony in Bree. The place smelled of spoiled ale and burnt bread, along with the smoke of the fire. Every one there was absolutely an eye gouging horror to look at. Except the innkeeper, Barliman Butterbur. He wasn't handsome, but at least he didn't look like he was kin to an orc.

Bainil had a beer and a plate with cheese, bread, and pork in front of her. She also had a pipe in hand and was smoking some South Farthing Longbottom leaves. Little did the elves know, she was an avid smoker. She hadn't been able to smoke in Rivendell or Mirkwood, so she was going to take advantage of pipeweed now.

She was sitting in the booth next to the fire, wearing her hood over head head. The corner was dark and far from prying eyes*. It was perfect.

It was perfect, till an elf with blonde hair walked through the door. He had the gray armor of a MarchWarden, and had a mallorn bow strapped to his back. And his face was very much like Haldir's.

But it wasn't Haldir. No, it couldn't have been. His face was too young and he was far too lithe to be Haldir. He wasn't even as tall as Haldir. But he still did have a striking resemblance to the elf.

This must be one of Haldir's brothers. Rumil? Orophin? I cannot tell. Whichever, why is he here Bree? Business? Or...me?

Bainil decided to contact Eril and Rhovanor.

"Rhovanor, hear my call."

"Yes?"

"One of Haldir's brothers are here. Why, I do not know. Sleep lightly, I might need to make a quick escape. I have had enough of damnable elves for a good year."

"Of course, I shall warn the others."

Bainil watched as the elf ordered a bottle of wine and sat at the table in the middle of the room. Since he had his hood off, everyone knew he was an elf. And everyone was staring.

Bainil sighed. He was so going to be robbed. She could already see one sleazy little man eying his coin purse.

Stupid little elf. He is totally not made for places like these.

Bainil pulled a scrap of paper from her pocket, and took a charcoal pencil from a waitress's pocket that was walking by.

She scribbled down a small message in Sindarin, despite her hate for the language. It read:

Dear Brother of Haldir,

If you are not more careful, your silly ass is going to be robbed. Wait five minutes after reading this, then go to room 12.

P.s. Keep your hand on your coin purse while you wait. And burn this when you get up.

-A Friend of Haldir's.

She rose from her seat, the food and ale quickly forgotten, and headed for the stairs. She walked right past the elf, and carefully tossed the letter into the elf's lap. Before he could say anything, she disappeared up the stairs.

She walked into her rented room and looked around. There were two beds, a nightstand in between, a table, and a washbasin. That was it. Except for the window on the far side.

Her bags were next to one of the beds, and she had her combs and oils next to the washbasin. She wasn't too picky about her appearance, but she didn't want to look like an orc.

Bainil slipped off her boots and jumped onto the bed. It creaked and groaned with the sudden wait, but held. She looked to the ceiling and saw all the cracks. Then started to make with little pictures from them.

Bunny...dragon...bunny getting eaten by a dragon...a maiden...OH DEAR LORD, NO!

Bainil sat up, and tried to get rid of the thoughts. Her mind was evil sometimes.

She heard a hesitant knock on her door, and it opened slightly.

"Hello?" called a voice in Westron that was heavily accented with Sindarin.

"Come in! Come in, I mean no harm!" she called back in Sindarin,

The elf slowly walked in and closed the door behind him. He took quick look around the room, then his eyes lock on Bainil.

"How did you know I am Haldir's brother?"

Bainil grinned and stood. She slowly walked over to him, until they were toe to toe.

"Because, you have the most striking resemblance. And...your both idiots around mortals!"

She slapped the elf upside the head, then spun on her heels and looked out the window.

"I...I...what did I do wrong?"

"First of all, you had your hood down. Keep your hood up, it hides your stupid shiny hair and your pointy ears.

"Second, your gear. Trade out fancy elven armor and weapons for more down grade stuff. I know my stuff is elvish, but it isn't top grade elvish. So, it blends in easier.

"And third, BLEND IN! And if you can't blend in, at least try to not be noticed! Don't sit in the middle of the room, buy the most plain and basic of food and drink, and rent the lowest value room. I'll give you points for picking a run down heap like this, but your still too obvious. Your gonna get your ass mugged if your not careful."

The elf looked sheepish and starred at his boots.

"But...wait, in your letter, you said "Dear Haldir's Brother." Why didn't you just write my name if I was just gonna burn the paper anyways?" he asked.

"Well...I...I don't know which one you are. I just know your one of Haldir's brothers, k?" she snapped.

The elf just grinned then sat down on the other bed.

"Well, since you don't know, I am Orophin. The middle child."

"Well then, I shall tell you my name. I am Bainil, eldest child."

"You have siblings?"

"I used to. Had one younger sister. She died in her sleep some time ago."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

"Yeah, me too."

Bainil plopped herself back on her bed, then looked to Orophin.

"You can stay in here if you want, as long as you don't get me caught by any bounty hunters or anything."

"Thank you."

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*Think of the corner Aragorn sat at in The Fellowship of The Ring.

I'm late, I know. But be happy I suddenly had an inspiration boost while playing Minecraft. So, yeah.

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