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"I think I should tell you, stalker," said Secru, in a loud, clear voice, as he waited for the door to open, "That I have very good hearing. You're good, but not quite good enough to sneak up on a paranoid like me. So rather than me turn around, why not show yourself, like a polite little stalker, and maybe we can talk?" He forced himself to remain calm. But his hand was only a few inches from his sword. "Elven, are you?"

Before he received any answer, the door opened. The person who stood there - well, she was definitely Elven, no doubt about it - and a damn sexy piece, too. He felt sonnets and epics about her already fighting to write themselves in his mind. He was already regretting his travel-stained attire, the roughness of wearing a sword, the fact that he was sweaty and disheveled from the journey. He bowed as well as he was able, after riding so long. He was stiff from sitting on a horse - and, to be truthful, stiff for other reasons, though he hoped the female wouldn't notice that -

"My name is Secru Suamo," he said. "I seek Valatar." And then realizing that this wasn't dramatic enough - "The stars shine at our meeting, sweet Elder - and your beauty shames the sun, if I may say so." He bowed again, and removed his sword-belt, handing it to her. And as he bent to kiss her hand he whispered "By the way, there''s someone following me. I don't know if they be friend or foe, yet. Be on your guard."