Lotharn listened to the name and nodded his head. He had heard the name before. He had passed through Lothlorien when he had journeyed south to join his breathern at Helms Deep to honor the old pack between man and elves. "That you may." he said in the human tongue. He felt that it was impolite to talk in their elvish tongue, and besides from what he had just heard from the wizard Timberlane, having elves out and about among the humans was not at all common. "I have been to the Lothlorien during the war. It is best we do not use our native tongue here." he told Pegawen.<br/><br/>They were soon joined by yet another female elf, who like Pegawen had disguised her looks to look more human. She took a seat and spoke to Pegawen. A cousin, and traveling companion. It seemed he was not the only one that decided to go east and look for adventure and explore. Lotharn looked at the older elf and smiled. "It seems that we have come seeking the same thing. But it seems our fellow elves her do move about the human communities, much like we did after the first War with Sauron." he looked at Timberlane. "Is there a hatred of elves here. Or do our kind hate the humans?"<br/><br/>"Neither. But the Elves here have kept to themselves for a very long time ever since the war with the Evil One and his undead army. One might encounter one in the forests, or perhaps on a mission of some sort, between the elvish kingdoms. The humans do not bother them except those like myself that have learned magic from them and move among them freely. You are more likely to see a dwarf in one of the human cities more so then an elf."<br/><br/>The mention of a war with one called the Evil One peaked his curiosity. "A war against one that controlled an undead army? When did this take place." he asked the wizard.<br/><br/>"A thousand years ago give or take a decade or two." Timberlane replied.<br/><br/>The same time that the first war with Sauron occurred. His rise to power after making the one ring to control all the others he had made. This brought back the memories of the Ring Wraiths, those humans kings that had taken them and became his slaves and most powerful undead warriors. To many similarities for comfort. It was then he noticed that the patrons were looking over at them and whispering. "Perhaps it would be best if we took this conversation to a more private place. It seems your presence has made the patrons a bit skittish."<br/><br/>Timberlane chuckled. "I always do. But you are right. This is no place to discuss things. You have rooms here, perhaps we should adjourn there and talk more. I will have your food delivered to which ever room you would prefer to talk in."<br/><br/>"Perhaps your room would be better." Lotharn turned and looked at Pegawen. Mine is probably much smaller then yours since I am not sharing it with anyone."