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Legolas rode for hours, finally leaving the uttermost boundaries of Mirkwood. He continued, stopping only once in Dale to ask directions. Dawn was just beginning to peek over the snowy tops of the Misty Mountains when he arrived in Esgaroth. He easily located the Kingfisher and tied his faithful horse to a post outside. The young man patted the horse's neck. We had a good ride, he soothed. A good ride.
He entered the dim, dusky interior of the tavern. The room was empty except for the bartender,who was busy wiping the bar and refilling the mugs of two drunk dwarves laughing heartily at the bar, and a red-haired girl with white streaks in her hair and a man in a long coat with a goatee and heavy accent playing poker at the corner table. He didn't think she could be Leanna, but asked her politely if she was. She was obviously drunk and muttered something like, No. I'm... uh... Lia. Yeah, I'm Lia, but I don't know a Leanna. At least... uh... I'm pretty sure I don't know a Leanna. Hey... You look like my... uh... best friend's boy... friend. Hey, I've got a flush, what about you? Despite her complete uselessness, Legolas thanked her anyway, and received a suspicious glare from the man with the long coat. He left the tavern, passing the dwarves, and he heard something that sounded like, Elven scum or possibly something about, What's an elf doing here? It wasn't until he was back outside that he realized he was missing Aragorn's dagger. He frowned, turning to go. He was walking past a dark alley when he saw something move. Drawing Renátar, he advanced cautiously, his sword's edge licked by moonlight, like silver flame.
he called, his voice sounding harsh and sharp to his own ears. Hello? Who goes there? Who are you?
He had gone no further than three more steps when he felt a blade next to his throat. He felt himself slammed against the wall, the breath driven from his breast, making him feel slightly lightheaded.
I think the question is: who are you? said a feminine voice.
What's it to you? Legolas squinted ito the darkness and could make out the figure of the slender young woman who held him at sword point.
I want to know, she pressed.
Well, I don't want you to know, retorted Legolas.
Tell me, she hissed, the blade wisping closer to his throat.
Fine. My name is Turín.
She rolled her eyes. Your real name, genius.
That is my real name. Legolas began to sweat, thoughts racing through his head. Who is this girl? How does she know I'm lying? I don't understand at all!
 My name is--
Legolas. I know. You're the runaway Prince of Mirkwood. Don't look so surprised. I know more about you than that. Your mom was going to make you go to Lorien and your dad helped you get away, and you're supposed to be my bodyguard.
Legolas cracked a grin. So you're Leanna.
Yeah, that's me. Whoop-dee-doo. Now follow me, OK?

No questions, just follow. Leanna grabbed his wrist and half-led, half-dragged him back into the inn.