Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story The final meeting

A dark figure swiftly, silently made its way across the mud with no sound of squelching under its feet. She, Leona Tharival entered the inn and removed her hood, many men had to force themselves not to stare. She was not pretty; she was beautiful, attractive and certainly not ugly. She did not take pride in being beautiful and what she wore did not compliment her natural elvish figure. She wore all black, her hair was tucked into her clothes and the only skin seen was her face. She also wore armour that was ornate, old elvish armour, rarest of armours, she was royalty.

As soon as she entered she took a seat in the corner. The innkeeper cautiously approached her and said, "Excuse me mam, what is your business here at the Prancing Pony"

"I am waiting for someone –that is all you need to know," she replied in an even tone that almost scared the innkeeper, he left it at that. She sat there for three hours, eating and drinking until eventually another figure entered the inn this one unmistakably an Elven male, again royalty. He wore white and pale blue and he had a look of pleasant amusement on his face almost permanent as he ordered food and drinks. After he had noticed Leona however his face immediately became dark, surprised and worried. He'd never seen her like this before.