Reading with a Rohir

When there was a knock at Mornenion's door, he was surprised. No one knew that he'd purchased the little hidden away house by the ruin in Hamglen. Plus, who would want to talk to him? Mornenion got up from his desk, quickly sorting the empty wine bottles that he'd strewn about all over the floor from the past few days of heavy drinking - he'd drunk half of the wine he'd found in Fornost, then realised he should probably save it and then went out to buy a rather excessive amount of bottles of wine from The Thirsty Boar, then returning back to his new home to get so drunk that he'd forget the feeling he had felt after getting so injured in the fights in Fornost.

"Hello?!" called a heavily accented feminine voice through the door.

That snapped Mornenion from his thoughts and he hid away the last of the bottles. He went to the door and grabbed the latch, pausing before opening the door.

"Who is it?" he called through the door, his gravelly but soft-spoken voice sounding slightly drunk still.

"Gaeded. Second in Command of the Black Steel. I need your help."

Mornenion let out a long sigh through his nose, before stepping back and pulling the door open. There stood Gaeded, leaning on a crutch to support herself as her left ankle was sprained. She was only a little shorter than him and had a very disfigured face, covered in many scars. Mornenion didn't know what to think about that, so quickly looked away from her to open the door wider so that she could come inside.

Gaeded hobbled in, looking about Mornenion's house for longer than he liked.

"What do you need help with?" he asked sharply.

"Fiontann gave me an envelop. It has several important parchments, but... I can't read, so I need someone to read it aloud for me." Gaeded asked, looking embarrassed when she said she couldn't read. 

Mornenion tried to hide his look of exasperation, wondering why the Rohir had chosen him to read it to her out of all the people she could have chosen. But, not wanting to be in her company any longer that was needed, he just said, "Alright. Can you give them to me?"

Gaeded pulled an envelope from her pocket, holding it out for him to take. He quickly swiped it from her hand, walking over to his desk and sitting down. He heard the sound of her crutch and footsteps as she made her way over to stand beside him. He tried to ignore her presence as much as he could as he took his letter opener and sliced open the envelope.

Carefully taking out the parchments, he placed them on his desk, picking up the first one. But as he was about the read out the first few words of it when Gaeded interrupted him.

"Sorry, but, uh, could you tell me what's happened since you became involved with us? Because I've sprained my ankle, I'm slightly out of the loop with what's going on and seeing as you've been there all the time when I haven't, you'd be the best person to tell me what's happened. Otherwise, I may not understand the context of why these parchments are important."

Mornenion wanted to tell her no. Telling her everything that occurred would take longer than he wanted to spend in her presence, much longer. But, as she said, there would be no use reading her the parchments if she had no idea of the context. Mornenion nodded to her to show that he would, but as he did so, he thought: 'This is going to absolutely awful.'