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[evernorthward]

The loud, clear blast of a horn sets the very trees to ringing. Not a moment later, a man stumbles out of the wood, a great white horn in one fist, a sword in the other. He is very tall, of noble bearing, broad shouldered without stockiness. He looks tired, and his clothes are travel and battle-worn. He slows to a stop and braces one shoulder

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[thenotsofair]

There's an elf outside, on the porch, looking weary and unhappy, but his head lifts slightly at the horn blast and he forces himself to his feet, hand going to the sword at his hip, head lifted and watching Boromir approach, expressionless, with the same regality in his bearing, even with his shoulders bowed from weariness.

[evernorthward]

"What place is this?" Boromir calls to him, pausing warily a few paces off.

[thenotsofair]

"It's called 'the Mansion' if that helps you at all," with a slightly dry note, looking him over appraisingly and not really bothering to hide said appraisal. "Where do you hail from?"

[evernorthward]

"Minas Tirith is my home."

[valiantfinwe]

Another elf! Because elven invasions are just what happens around here. And this one might even be known on sigh, if Boromir keeps abreast of his history.

He can be found sheathing his sword and turning to face Boromir with a questioning eyebrow, long black hair in a single braid with a gold ribbon. "You are new come?"

[evernorthward]

"I can only say yes," he replies. "For I no longer know where I am."

[valiantfinwe]

He nods, slightly, mouth half quirking. "No one does, truthfully. At least not in full. A better question, perhaps - where did you come from?"

[evernorthward]

"My company has traveled down the River Anduin, from Lorien."

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin steps out of the woods, not one bit alarmed, a stick on his shoulder, with a dozen fish impaled.

It's just that strange, around here.

[evernorthward]

"You have had a lucky catch, old man," Boromir says kindly. He has not been pursued, he is not dead, he cannot keep his spirits from raising somewhat.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin smiles back, pleasantly. "Oh, I always do. There are pleasant places to fish, should you seek them, my lord...?"

[eldeststark]

A moment later, a long, loud, howl answers him and a wolf the size of a small pony leaps out of the brush of the woods, hackles raised and teeth bared. He's followed a moment later by his human, sword drawn and eyes bright, ready for anything. "What is it?"

He heard the alarm, and came, like a good little wolfboy.

[evernorthward]

The sword flashes out of the sheath in the blink of an eye. "What beast is that?"

[eldeststark]

Grey Wind crouches, teeth curling back more, and snarls, deep and low in his throat. Robb tenses at once. "He is my brother," flatly.

And glad that he has his sword. Telling Grey Wind firmly to stay back, though. "And do not raise a blade against him. He listens to me, but threatened, he will answer."

[evernorthward]

"As will I," he replies, but sheathes his sword. "I mean no harm."

[phedre_25]

Phedre pokes her head out the window, then runs out on the porch.

"Lo, what has come to pass now?"

She's alarmed.

[evernorthward]

"I know not, good lady."

[phedre_25]

"Has there not been a horn, sounding through the woods, my Lord?"