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Bernard is in one corner of the bar, with a bottle of wine and a book.

Who cares what that 'Jim Moriarty' bloke says; this is a perfect place to read, drink wine and hide from the customers.

(Also, who names their son after a Conan Doyle villain? What were his parents thinking? No wonder he turned out to be a weirdo, like all the other weirdos in here.)

He still hasn't entirely understood how this place works, but since he has yet to receive a bill for the wine, it isn't bothering him too much. Every now and again, he glances up from the book, people-watching. Just that little bit curious.

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And here is someone to watch.

Elrond was headed for his study so he is dressed for a comfortable afternoon behind his desk.
Loose trousers, soft leather boots, a delicately embroidered tunic. All in the colours of dusk and early night.

His hair is pulled back from his face and kept in place by a circlet made of a silvery metal.

He also has leaf shaped ears.

He is also very tall.

And there's that hint of a glow ...

Bernard watches the man. His initial instinct would be to ask the bloke what he's supposed to be dressed as, but then again, he's quite a big bloke.

Elrond orders a glass of wine and looks around for a place to sit.

Bernard obligingly removes his feet from the chair opposite.

"Good wine here. Better than Tesco's." he comments, to the other wine drinker.

"It is good," Elrond replies easily.
His voice is rich and full-toned.

"Although I am not familiar with - Tesco?"
Pronounced carefully.

"It's a supermarket." Bernard says. "In England. On Earth."

God this is weird.

"Ah," Elrond replies. "I have heard of those."

He smiles.

"My name is Elrond Half-elven. My home is Imladris. In Middle-earth."

Bernard is about to respond with 'You can't be serious', but then he sees the ears.

"Bernard Black." he says. "Still getting used to how weird it is in here, but it beats working."

Elrond laughs.

"Depending on the work at hand, I suppose that might be true," he says.

"In my case, it mostly involves annoying customers half reading books but not actually buying anything." Bernard says. "And what do you do?"

"I'm Loremaster. And a few other things," Elrond answers, a little vaguely.

"That like a policeman?" Bernard asks.

He shakes his head.

"I collect and preserve the knowledge and wisdom of my people. And the follies, that others may learn."

"More like a librarian then?" Bernard says.

Hm, maybe they have something almost in common.

He smiles.
"One could say that. I do have a large library at hime. Though not as vast as the one here."

"This place has a library?" Bernard asks, interested now.

"It does."

There is no hiding Elrond's enthusiasm.

"It is quite incredible. And indiscribable. You could easily loose your way there and no reemerge for a fortnight."

He does not sound as if this would be a harsh fate. At all.

"Seriously?" Bernard asks. "Because you can't tell in here..."

He nods.

"Three days once. I need little sleep and I had found some maps that were absolutely enchanting."

"Three days? That's crazy." Bernard says. "Why would you go in there?"

"It contains knowledge from all the worlds that convene here."

An unmissable opportunity.

"Okay maybe that's not a totally worthless venture."

"It is incredible. And quiet. Few people seem to find their way there."

"And what's the best way not to get lost in there?" Bernard asks.

Sounds like somewhere he could use to escape from the customers.

"There are maps. And occasionally a librarian."

"Or just leave a trail of breadcrumbs, that sort of thing."

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