Visiting the Elves

[Boromir]

Boromir rode into Mirkwood wearing a rangers cloak. The hood was over his head to protect him from the rain and cold." I never would have set out to visit these Elves if I would have known how cold I would have got." He muttered as he rode on.

[Thraden]

"Well you won't have very far to go." *Thraden appeared next to him*

[Boromir]

Boromir looked over at the voice and smiled." Hello." He said as the rain continued to pelt him." I'm sorry but I don't believe we've met."

[Thraden]

"I am Thraden, Lord of Mirkwood. And you are Boromir, son of Denethor."

[Boromir]

" You don't look like an Elf, thraden." Boromir said as he glanced over at Thraden." How did you know it was me?" He asked happy for the company of someone that didn't want to kill him.

[Thraden]

"I'm very deceiving. And how I know of you? Word passes quickly. But please, follow me to my halls for some warmth and hospitality."

[Boromir]

Boromir looked at the Elf, or atleast what he thought to be an Elf." I thought you would never invite me." He said as he waited for the Elf to lead the way.

[Thraden]

"Well, I daresay we've been more welcoming than Mirkwood in the past."

[Boromir]

He smiled alittle." Well that's good to here, I doubt it could have got much worse."

[Thraden]

"I doubt it." *he smiled*

"We are almost there."

[Boromir]

" How is Mirkwood these days?" He asked as he rode beside the Mirkwood Ruler.

[Thraden]

"Very good. We recently captured Dol Guldor amd wiped it clean of evil."

[Boromir]

Boromir looked at him sadly." Evil can never be wiped away." He said as they contiuned to ride." Aslong as good is around evil will be there to negate it."

[Thraden]

"Then you agree that there is no longer a reason to fight?"

[Boromir]

"There is always a reason, if we don't fight then evil will rule, and under the leadership of Evil all perish."