"Anarion, we must talk."

Anarion nearly jumped out of his skin, and reflected wryly that whoever had invented that little cliche had been pretty acurate.

Aldarion stood in front of him, a thin crease between his eyebrows revealing what lay behind his carefully smooth expression.

This could be bad.

(Oh. I have to get off, I'll finish this later, all right?)

"Edrolliel..."

I started. Hush Nessa...you must get used to hearing yourself called this.... "Rosriel!" I tried to smile. I'm sure it must have been a very lopsided one. "Just call me Edlliel...I don't mind. It's much shorter." Rosriel grinned.

"Alright Edlliel. But I came to talk to you about something important. We are going to leave today. We will build you a chair...Legolas knows how."

I nodded and gulped. "Thank you."