Kaimelar walked alone in the dark streets back to her home. Stupid elf! Kaimelar mentally kicked herself. There was something about him that put her on edge. She hit the wall with her fist. How she hated to be put on edge! Ignoring her bleeding knuckle, she carried on walking. She was going to find out why they were here, if it was the last thing she did.
"What is she?" Gimli asked his two friends as they sat in the tavern.
"That I do not know," Aragorn said and sighed.
"She is dangerous and no elf," Legolas said looking out the window.
"Well she's not a dwarf and not from the race of men. What else could she be?" Gimli hit the table with his fist.
"You aren't talking about Kaimelar are you?"
The three friends turned around to see a man staring at them; he had a scar down one side of his face.
He smiled at them, "the scar? Her handiwork, never anger her."
"Do you know what she is?" Aragorn asked.
The man laughed.
"The only person who knows what she is is herself. But many names are used for her telepath, assassin, seer."
Gimli looked worried.
"Telepath, seer?"
"She can read your thoughts, change them even. See into anyone's future."
"Assassin?" Legolas asked dreading the answer.
"Indeed. Trained in the art of the sword, daggers even the bow, as well as poisons."
The man turned behind him.
"I have said too much. I must go but beware of her."
The man turned and ran out of the tavern.
Legolas blinked a few times.
"It seems we have gotten into more trouble than we thought." Aragorn said clearing his throat.
"But what does she want with us? We have never met her before have we?" Gimli asked.
Legolas shook his head.
"I have never met her. This town no longer feels safe to me."
Gimli nodded in agreement.
"That as it may be we cannot travel out tonight. We must wait till the morning." Aragorn told them.
"I will go outside for a walk." Legolas said.
As he rose from his seat, Gimli also stood up. They walked out of the tavern into the cold night air.
"This place is so dark." Legolas whispered. "I cannot see the stars here. They are hidden from my view."
Gimli shook his head sadly; he knew how much his friend liked the stars.
Something caught Legolas's eye and he hurried over.
"What is it?" Gimli asked.
He edged closer and saw what Legolas was looking at. A man lay on his back; an arrow was sticking out of him. It had pierced his heart. He was staring at the night sky, his eyes glazed over.
They hurried back into the tavern. Aragorn looked at them in concern.
"That man who was talking to us he is outside dead!"
The barman looked at them and shook his head.
"He told." He said sadly and turned away.
He told. Those words echoed in Legolas's head. One name came to his head. Kaimelar.