[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

[color=limegreen]"Excuse me, uhm.. Sir? I was wondering if you're the.. person I'm looking for.[/color]

Startled, Ellaryn spun about to face the speaker that had crept up behind her like a thief in the night. She looked him up and down, and spotted the pin in plain view on his cloak. She stared at the Elf above her, she had seen one or two before in passing and like most hobbits, the tales of them fascinated them. Seeing one this close and so flawless in appearence, it was a dream come true.

Almost.

After a moment of awkward silence he continued.

[color=limegreen]"Aelintaur Anrandír, at your servive."[/color]

In one swift movement Ellaryn both opened her blanket to expose the pin she wore and raised her leg to stamp down on Aelintaur's foot. "[color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle at yours, [i]sir[/i], and I never forget my manners except when I mean too.[/color]"

Shivering against the cold, she closed the blanket around herself, and gave a curtsey to the poor Elf infront of her.