[center][color=Peru][h3]Ted Noakes [/h3][/color][/center]

Ted hadn’t expected to walk into a clearing filled with folk from all among the land, but here he was. A dwarf, a man of Rohan and many elves; what a curious assembly this was. Ted himself had met people from all these lands before but he could already imagine what kind of field day Cassinia was going to have when he went back to collect her and Adelard. Still, it was preferable to walking into something that would try to kill him. 

He nodded slightly as Elennína addressed him – indeed what she said was sensible. The group of three hobbits had made it this far together but it was only likely to get more dangerous. And the sooner he collected the other two the better. He was the most capable and he wouldn’t put it past them to wonder off and do something dangerous. 

He slowly moved towards the back of the clearing, but stayed just to listen to what the others went on to say. He was somewhat curious to know who each of these people were. 

“I am Theobald Noakes of the Shire,” he added, with a nod towards them all while noting the secondary nod he got from the dwarf. Support was welcome there. Many underestimated hobbits. “I travel with two others, in search of another one of our kind. I will collect them both now.”

After giving his introduction, as polite as the others, he backed away out of the clearing and headed to where he had left Cassi and Adelard.

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[center] [color=PaleTurquoise][h3] Lhindél [/h3][/color][/center]

[i]Perhaps I should not have travelled alone,[/i] Lhindél mused as he stepped over a thick branch that lay in his path. Once he had stopped hearing from his brother, and learnt it was the Dôr-min-taur itself had gone silent, he had set off in a hurry. It did not seem like the most sensible decision now. He was sure he could have requested a search party. It was in the best interest of Eryn Lasgalen, after all.

Well he was here now. 

He had managed to travel through the forest well enough but the more south he got the more difficult it was. It became dark, filled with a scuttling of all sorts of creatures. He had travelled the way a few times before but had never felt it was so eerie.

Voices up ahead caught his attention, and the tall elf moved slowly towards them, hand resting on the sword at his side. He did not particularly have a knack for stealth but he waited and listened to what they were saying before making himself known. It seemed to be a gathering of people with similar goals to him; what one said about remaining together only made sense to him.

After the hobbit had introduce himself and promptly disappeared Lhindél stepped out of the forest with a nod to all that were gathered. “My name is Lhindél, of Eryn Lasgalen. I apologise for not making myself known sooner but I only just caught the end of your conversation. It is nice to see some friendly faces,” he smiled slightly, speaking in crisp Westron. “I am also travelling to Dôr-min-taur, to seek my brother.”

He did not say much more, just glancing between the others. There were enough elves to make him feel comfortable and he was no stranger to men, though he had only visit Rohan itself once or twice. The dwarf, Thurin, was more likely to be the problem. But Lhindél was willing to not jump to conclusions about the man purely due to his race. 

The more they were in number the safer things would be, he was sure.