Elwae sat in the Prancying Pony, her eyes roaming about uneasily.
She had no parents and no home.
Is this what it was like to be a Dunadan?
Lonely and an outcast?
She was but a girl of fourteen and had not known the true trials of her brothers.
For she was young and the journey had only begun.
Her blood she had recently discovered for certain but, what she was supposed to do regarding the matter she had not known.
Her hands trembled and tears trickled down her face as she hid in the dark corner.
"Will anyone find me?"
"What do I do now?"
