Roran smiled as he could see that Saren was troubled. He was very good at hiding his feelings, but Roran noticed anyways. "Yep, it's up to us to guide these younglings through the Tuathu du orithrim. I wonder what races will arrive this time. Urgals, Dwarves Elves or Humans. Maybe even someone like me." Roran said, while walking up towards Saren. His longbow, which he sang himself from a yew tree, was contrary to common Elven tradition worn around his chest instead of inside the quiver. THe Elves mainly used recurve bows and smaller warbows that fitted inside the quivers alongside the arrows, even when strung. His longbow was simply too large for that. "Good morning Bjartskular!" He greeted Dorelreth. His put his hands together behind his back, staring over the far shores where the ship was slowly making its way towards them, jumping over wave after wave. Despite the calm weather the wind had made the waves rear under her touch. Roran didn't feel much of it though, sheltered by the presence of the large buildings around him, where even the largest living dragons could fit in.