It was times like this one that I have the feeling that I was just born lucky. I learned that the lord and lady had important visitors in Caras Galadhon and that they would have very little time to see or speak to anyone. Also in the next day or so they would be accompanying their guests to Rivendell (You have to love visitors sometimes. Though I was very surprised that Haldir hadn't mentioned it before. He usually told me everything that's going on, oh well). So she wouldn't have time to hear what I had to say and so she wouldn't discover that I was going to use the attempted attacks upon her to help make my life more interesting. So without the counsel of the Lady, Haldir had no other choice to obey my wishes. Didn't mean that he suddenly liked my plan but with no other alternatives or information other than what I knew and had, so to allow me to go on with my plan was the lesser of two evils.

At last, I had finally pulled my plans right out of the heap of crap I had dropped it in through my goddamn foolishness. So I set off immediately for Bree, Haldir had tried almost everything to get me to tell him anything, the only things he didn't try was either beating or screwing the information out of me. Shame really, I'd have given him a run for his money no matter what he might have done to me, and he still wouldn't have found anything out. But I'd fallen head first into the trap of telling Haldir information before and it only led to trouble on my part, and usually the death of at least one person. Anyway, to distract him from what I knew and a possible fist in my face (it would only be a matter of time before he finally snapped and resorted to one of the two options I mentioned before), I asked him if he was personally escorting Galadriel to Rivendell and if everything had been completely arranged for the journey. I knew that he would be travelling with her and that everything would have arranged by him. But everything else gets dropped from Haldir's mind when the personal safety of the rulers of Lorien and Lorien itself are brought to his attention (I guess that's Haldir tip number three. If you ever want him to forget about something for a short time and want him to focus on something else, mention the safety of Lorien. Though you have to be careful that you don't imply anything bad for you might find something sharp and pointy in a place where it shouldn't be, and you can bet your boots that Haldir will be on the other 'not so sharp and pointy' end), so I was able to get away without telling him anything.

The trip to Bree was highly dull and boring, full of gawping people. I swear, it seems like practically all of them had never seen an elf before and some acted as thought they'd never even heard that we exist (or they didn't believe we did. Retards!). Well, honestly, that doesn't surprise me. Why should we bother leaving our homes and places of great beauty to look at the mess that is the realm of Men? I mean they have nothing to offer us. So the fact they all stared at me as I travelled was nothing new and the fact that it'd been many hundreds of years since an elf had even step one foot in some of these places might mean that some didn't believe that we exist. And the fact we actively discourage them (well what they described as the 'commoners' are discouraged with tales, stories and myths that they'll never come out alive. Yeah some of the tales are true, but the nobles of the realms are permitted, though they are constantly watched and not permitted to every part of our lands) wandering in our realms might have helped also. Some even think that we are just a myth to scare people into staying in these hovels instead of spreading over the whole of Middle- Earth. The stupidity of these people is enormous and it's had me doubled over, in fits of laughter when I've heard their ideas about us. And some of them are so beyond far-fetched it's almost unreal. I mean some of the ideas have had Haldir almost rolling about the floor unable to breathe because he was laughing so much, and he hates and despises absolutely everything to do with men.

So I reached Bree in the early morning and went straight to find Deollyn, which wasn't surprisingly hard. Seemingly, Deollyn was a local 'crime lord' (sounds 'oh so thrilling and important') in the area and worked from a house in the centre of the village. I was given the directions on where to find it and a description of the house. Mortals can be such helpful things when they want to. True I did ask some young serving wench while she was on her way to get food for her master, and she kinda stood there transfixed and when I asked her a question she blurted out the answer before I'd finished asking (well when she finally found her voice as a few times all she could manage was a gulping sound and an odd croak). And very helpful she was too, when she told me what I needed to know I left her standing there gazing at me until I was out of her sight, though she just stood there for quite a while before I heard her finally move from that spot.

I found the place very easily, and what a total dingy hole it was, the other houses about it where quite rundown but this one was the worst of the lot. A single man stood outside the front door. A guard I suppose, many people might have found him rather intimidating, as he was tall for a mortal though he was three or four inches shorter than I am, and I'm only considered just over average height for one of my kind. He was rather wide too, a lot wider than I am. Men, they're either all fat or muscle and very badly proportioned. And even when they are all muscle they still aren't very strong. When they see us, they think that we are rather feeble when it comes to brute strength, because of our thin and lithe frames. But as always, appearances are very deceptive and we are so much stronger than they are.

Anyway, I simply walked up to the doorway to enter the building; the guard stepped forward to block my way. Without a single word being said I reached forward, grabbed his chin with my right hand and twisted with a flick of my wrist. I heard the satisfying crack as the bones in his neck broke like dry, brittle twigs. There were some people around and they stood and watched me break this man's neck, yet they did nothing. Not one of them stepped forward to try and stop me, but they all watched what I had done. I would be a bit of a hypocrite if I said that the thought watching someone kill someone else was a repellent thing, but the amount of times I had watched Haldir rip some fool to bits was rather fun. And a hypocrite is something I try hard not to be. Another thing that is so different between men and elves, no elf would stand down and watch one of their own kind be murdered in cold blood. They would help or just a stop the murderer. Strange, they fight amongst themselves so much and care about nothing other than their own safety and the safety of their belongings. Ok so there are some who care for family and a few that would take it upon themselves to care and look after complete stranger, but they are few and far between. So as the man's overly large and useless carcass slumped to the floor, I lightly stepped over him and entered the house that would hold my future and no one even tried to stop me.
A/N: Drae mydeary there you are. Your cameo role in my fic is here in this chapter. For YOU are that young serving wench that our lovely elf asked for directions from. Hee hee. Sorry you didn't get to do anything with him, maybe another time. But you are immortalised in cyberspace on my fic and you will forever be that serving wench. I hope you like your cameo .well if you don't, tough!!! Just be glad that I didn't make Leggie or Hal (coz I could have though how I have no idea how he'd have got there, or why he'd be there at all and it would just totally spoil my fic) kill you. Hope you like the rest of my fic (when you get round to reading it), also I've dedicated this fic to you, coz without my LOTR/elf craziness influence over you, I'd have no one to talk LOTR madness with. So there you go!!! I hope you feel very honoured.