The next day Zerameth made her way into the weapons room with Yrinvan at her side. "We will get in trouble for this," Yrinvan repeated. "I assure you."

"Don't be silly," Zerameth answered. "We will not."

"I cannot believe that I even listened to you in the first place," he muttered.

"You listened to me because you knew I was right," she replied.

"I listened only with the hope that you would get caught and thrown into a dark cell and lived there for the rest of your days, alone and starved. That is why I listened."

"At least I have you to keep me company." Zerameth opened the door on her right and saw many bows hanging on a wall. "This is it," she told him. She opened it wider and entered, Yrinvan following her. Only after the door was shut did they notice the Prince of Mirkwood looking straight at them.

"Oh," Zerameth said. "Hello."

Ohtar continued looking at them, unmoving.

"Suilannad?" Yrinvan tried. (Hello?)

Ohtar laughed. "Lle pedo Edhellen?" (You speak Elvish?)

"Taegnet," came the reply. (A little.)

Ohtar was quite amused. He was shocked that Yrinvan spoke any Elvish at all, and was even more entertained to find that Yrinvan obviously didn't think he even spoke the Common Tongue at all. "Im pedo i remel iuith lam." (I speak the frequently used tongue.)

Yrinvan smiled, slightly embarrassed. "Oh," he said. "I'm Yrinvan."

"Ohtar," Ohtar replied. "What are you two doing in here?"

Yrinvan looked to Zerameth. She sighed. "We were getting some swords to practice with. Are you going to tell anyone?"

Ohtar smiled at the lovely princess. "Of course not. I would never be able to get a lady in trouble." She smiled back and they locked eyes for a moment, but the Ohtar looked back to Yrinvan and cleared his throat. "So then, why would you want to practice when you do not have to?"

"I don't," Yrinvan answered. "Want to, that is. She is making me."

Ohtar looked back to Zerameth. "What do you want, then? For weapons?"

"I was hoping to find some swords, but I only see bows and quivers."

"Yes, Elves commonly use bows and arrows. I don't know exactly why, but that is what I have always mainly practiced with, and many of my father's army primarily use them. But we do have some swords in a small shed outside of the castle."

"Could you show them to us?"

Ohtar shook his head. "No, I must get to Nónd, my trainer. I apologize. But, perhaps I could show you around the castle later tonight?"

Zerameth smiled. "I'd enjoy that."

"Why don't we meet here after dinner?"

"I look forward to it, Prince Ohtar." Zerameth left the room and Yrinvan turned to glare at Ohtar.

"What?" Ohtar demanded.

"Stay away from Zerameth," Yrinvan warned. "I won't have you or any other creature going near her."

"Creature?" Ohtar demanded.

"You are an Elf, and Zerameth… well, she is not."

"We aren't betrothed, I merely offered to show her around. Is that some kind of offense?"

"I won't have you going near her, understand? I will be watching you closely, Prince Ohtar." With that, Yrinvan left.