Reighn sat down in a corner of the Prancing Pony, her tankard coming to a rest on the table next to her. She'd turned her chair around to face the room and had shrouded herself in shadows. She wanted to be left alone so that she could think. There was a lot about Gwen's attachment to Frodo that she didn't know yet, and hopefully the way they acted around each other would give her a clue.
They acted slightly awkward around each other, which indicated that they may have been lovers at one point, but Reighn wasn't entirely sure. Pippin was completely in love with the human he called his wife, which was probably the only reason he was here at all. The poor guy had been neglegted and pushed away by Gwen and Gwen didn't even realize that if she wasn't careful she was going to lose him.
Suddenly Reighn was pulled from her musings as something pressed at the edges of her awareness. A presence was pressing on the edges of this plane and was watching the small group of Hobbits from nearby. Reighn closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. Her second sight gave everything a slightly golden glow, living things had a much brighter aura than everything else and the conflicting aura's in the room were enough to give her a headache.
Near the stairs stood a tall man who seemed to be glowing from the indside out and was see-through like Reighn's spirit-self was. The red and gold he wore seemed to be amplified and his hair was a dark blonde, goving him a gold halo to add to his aura. His clothing wasn't white though, which meant that he was truly dead. Reighn was forced into white when she traveled the web and since her last experiance out of her body had involved a fight, the bleaching had moved to the real world. Her once black clothing was a dark gray and seemed more mysterious and elegant than the black had been.
That wasn't the point of this man's appearance though. By reading his aura Reighn realized that this was the man she'd sensed guarding the living members of the Fellowship. She sighed and closed her eyes, willing herself out of her body.
She appeared next to her body, her cothing still the same gray it had been save a few shades lighter, meaning she hadn't gone through the web as she usually did. She slowly made her way through the room, avoiding a stumbling drunk who would have passed directly through her if she hadn't gotten out of the way. She managed somehow to get across the room to stand next to the object of her observations and faced the group of Hobbits.
"Who are you?"
He started and looked over at her, his eyes widening. "Who?"
"My name is Reighn."
"Boromir."
"You watch over them, why?" Reighn asked.
"I owe it to them. Years ago, when the Fellowship still consisted of nine and was still out to save the world I was part of it. I betrayed them and tried to take the Ring from Frodo. Later I gave my life to save Merry and Pippin, and I could not even save them."
Reighn turned to look at him and sighed. "They don't know you watch them."
"I know."