Frost paced around the living room for the fiftieth time since Merry 
had left with Rhys, Galen, and Uther.  Nicca sat on the sofa watching 
him make the curcit around the furniture, past the front door and 
back again.
   
Finally Nicca had had enough,"Frost would you please sit down your 
making my head hurt."
   
"I can't sit still right now Nicca.  Something just dosen't feel 
right about this whole thing, and I'm not sure I should have let 
Merry go without all of us there to protect her" Frost said pacing 
the room once again.
   
"I know Frost, but theres nothing we can do now but wait for the 
new guys get here and then we can go and meet the rest of the team.  
Until then though could you please sit down for awhile?" Nicca asked 
   
Frost didn't have a chance to sit down because just then there was 
a knock at the door.  Frost was on the other side of the room so 
Nicca got up to answer the door, Frost looked over his shoulder to 
see Kitto emerge from the spare bedroom.  As Nicca reached for the 
doorknob he looked back at Frost who nodded his head.  Nicca pulled 
open the door.
   
Rory who was standing with his fist raised to knock again 
said,"Well its about time you answered the door, we were beginning to 
think you folks weren't home."
   
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"Rory asked as Nicca stood 
staring at him as if he'd just sprouted two new heads.  Nicca moved 
to one side without comment and Rory stepped in to survey the living 
room.
   
Rory stood six feet five inchs tall and had long flowing hair the 
color of sunset, all shining golds and deep reds.  His eyes were two 
tones of contrasting gold which made him stand out since most fey 
have tri-colored eyes.  
   
As Rory stood taking in the room, Frost stood opposite of him 
thinking to himself, " This day just can't get any worse.  What was 
the Queen thinking when she sent Rory here, she knows full well that 
he is best friends with Prince Cel.  No good can come of this at all."
   
Meanwhile someone else had just entered the room and Frost could 
tell by the look on Nicca's face that this new member of the band 
would be most welcome.  Philip, Pippin to his friends, was the same 
height as Rory but the similatities ended there.  Pippin's hair was a 
deep midnight blue color, so dark that most people who saw him just 
assumed it was black.  His tri-color blue eyes held a hint of 
merryment that even Frost found himself smiling at.  What made Pippin 
truely unique though was his obsessive love of all things Tolkien, 
hence his nickname, Pippin.
   
"Welcome gentlemen," Frost began, "I would say that I was happy 
your here, but I can't lie.  None of us are happy about having to 
lose Doyle, but we're going to make the best of it.  So if you would 
like you can take your things to your new room, Kitto will show you 
the way."
   
Rory and Pippin gathered up their belongings and followed Kitto 
into the hall.  Frost looked over to where Nicca was standing by the 
door, they made eye contact and they both just shook their heads.