<div class="floatleft">(https://img.nickpic.host/uTgzDQ.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Galad (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340173.msg16119811#msg16119811) (Galadhrion of Lothlórien)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>Needing to stretch his legs from a ride, hungry now that he’s scented food<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The taproom  of the Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Galadhrion took a closer look around the establishment as his eyes adjusted to being indoors. In his experience elves were more myth than fact to some and usually what people didn’t understand made them either uneasy or panicked if they were somewhat skittish to begin with. Lirion was large for a timber wolf, he had found him as a pup and fed him well—the wolf looked at the people who stared at him and remembered to loll his tongue. For the life of him if they could see the tongue it was less threatening or ‘cuter’ and therefore easier to accept his presence.<br/><br/>It was impossible to miss the entrance of another elf—sylvan by his looks. And by sheer coincidence, someone he knew. Oleryd was his name. Yes. His memory served him well. Then another dark haired man came in. From his accent, a man of Gondor. Galadhrion had been in Osgiliath only last year and remembered their speech well.<br/><br/>"<strong>No, no-no-no-no-no...</strong>" Galadhrion’s attention was drawn back to the fellow who didn’t want to hear about the news. The reaction it seemed was based on Lirion’s presence. “Easy, he’s my friend and will not attack unless provoked.” Lirion was not trained or his pet. They had a strong bond based on love and depending on each other.<br/><br/>When he heard what was available to eat Galadhrion nodded. “Yes I’ll take all of that with some ale and some extra meat for my friend.” Game was always scarce near settlements. When he addressed the fiery haired woman it seemed he had startled her. Galadhrion gave her a moment to gather herself. He was a large Noldor and sometimes people needed a few seconds to adjust to what they were seeing. "Of course.  Please, feel free." He inclined his head to Cat. “Why thank you Cat.” he said addressing her in the way she preferred.<br/><br/>He was about to sit at the table with her when Lirion went padding over softly to the Beorning woman near the fire. He had always encouraged Lirion’s curiosity, just tempered some of the excitement that wen with it. The blonde woman with the tattoos didn’t seem afraid. Good. New friends were always welcome. Galadhrion chuckled at the antics of the easily excitable man who went for that ungraceful tumble.<br/><br/>Lirion got some meat and snatched it out of the air as it was tossed to him. There was cause for the saying of ‘wolfing your food’ down and Lirion followed suit. He kept telling his friend to maybe chew and enjoy the meal, but he was making a friend right now, so Galadhrion didn’t want to interrupt or interfere with that. He watched and smiled as she offered her affections to Lirion. Wolves are pack animals; touch is important to them, and they get a lot of mixed signals when they are trying to accept you and you don’t try back. He was happy with this Beorning woman for the simple compassion she displayed.<br/><br/>He sat at the table and waited for the food he wanted listening to the other conversations that were going on around him. "Galadhrion? It's been an age! I certainly hadn't expected to find you here," He can only nod to that. “It has been an age since we last spoke in golden Lothlórien. How are you Oleryd? We both seem to have chosen to explore the world a little.” "Your companion is new. Is he particularly friendly?" Smiling as he looks at Lirion Galad nods easily. “Yes, Lirion is rather friendly—especially if you offer him rabbit or steak.” he jokes and gestures for him to sit at the table.<br/><br/>"Would it be alright with those present if I were to write down the tale? Simply for my own enjoyment of the course. I find subjects such as these quite interesting, and often important in some way or another." Galad shrugs. “Why would I mind? By all means, go ahead and record the tale.” Elves always loved stories that were shared.<br/><br/>The Beorning woman was tall and fine, out of courtesy he stood when she approached with Lirion. “You have a fine choice in companion” her voice was curiously smooth and sweet. It was pleasing to listen to. “Lirion is my closest friend.” he agreed. His steed Tallagor would agree too but he was a bit of a stubborn jerk on the best of days. “How did it come to pass?”<br/><br/>He gestured to the seat beside him. “Please sit. I’m Galadhrion, most people just call me Galad.” he offered in his deep voice. “I was out hunting with some friends, and we were surprised by a large group of orcs traveling near the border of our lands.” he begins. “There were twenty of us and …many of them. I just remember the battle being fast and furious. A crossbow bolt hit near my temple and the world went black.”<br/><br/>He reaches down and his hand thuds against the side of Lirion’s ribs. “I remember darkness and then choking and then…being licked awake He was a pup and the forest around us was on fire. I think they used some kind of grease. They must have spread it everywhere to cover their escape. Lirion was hurt and far too young to not be with his pack. I realized he must have been separated by the fire. I doused him with water and wrapped him in my cloak. The elves I was with were either gone or dead, so I got us to safety.”<br/><br/>“I could hear patrols coming to deal with the fire. I found one and made sure he was healed. I looked for his pack, but they were dead.” he says with a somber sadness. “We’ve been together ever since. I wanted to travel from Lothlórien and see more of the lands around us, he came with me. He’s three now.”<br/><br/>He takes a gulp of the ale he ordered. “You look like you are far from home as well. I would like to hear your story.”<br/>