On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[Birdland]

Birdie listened to the pointed questions and none-too-subtle hints of the loquacious Podo Cotton of Overhill. Occasionally she let out a soft snore of a human sleeping off her cups, while trying to hear whatever curt answers Gandalf chose to give to the inquisitive halfling. Birdie never really fell asleep in a common room of an pub, not after that unfortunate incident at the Forsaken Inn six years ago.

Podo was an *** , that much was clear. Knowing nothing of the world outside of his sheltered Overhill, though he pretended to a worldliness he did not possess. You had to walk with your eyes and ears open to learn about the world and the people in it, and when this Mr. Cotton walked, he saw only himself. And he had a most unbecoming interest in treasure and easy pickings. All-in-all, one of the more unpleasant examples of a generally pleasant race.

But Bird had to wonder why Gandalf would introduce the tale of the Castle Maladil and its "treasures" in the first place. Could he be talking up this Old Wives tale in order to distract attention from the gathering of Rangers around the inn?

Bird decided it would be a good night to sleep under the stars. She might hear or see something while in Ent form. And she needed to save her silver pennies, anyway.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel pouted into the fire some more. She looked up and, when she saw that no one saw her, dropped the pout and got up. She walked over to Estelarion, who ignored her. She sat down next to him, and listened to the wise Mithrandir telling stories and answering questions. She rested her chin on her knees, and felt Estelarion sit up next to her, and assume a similar position.

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Estelarion saw Menelduliniel come over, and decided to see what she would do if he ignored her. She did nothing, much to his disappionment. Annoyine her was fun...and easy at times...but she could be so difficult! And Mithrandir was telling some interesting stories and facts...

So Estelarion abandoned his abandonment of Menelduliniel, and sat up next to her, getting in the same position she was in to listen to the wise wizard...

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Gandalf barely kept from smiling when Holly speared the last piece of gooseberry pie with her knife. The dancing twinkle in the wizard's eyes communicated his light-hearted appreciation of Holly's brilliant way of handling the greedy Podo. Still captive for the moment to Podo's babbling, he nodded a silent farewell as Holly and Olo left the table in order to deliver the coveted treat to the deserving Periwinkle. *

* When Arcon, too, rose from the table to enjoy the peaceful fresh air under the stars, Gandalf waved a farewell. This time, his look said that gladly would Gandalf join the Elf for a walk outside as there were important matters to discuss. However, discretion kept him silent and seated. *

* The only answers which Birdie heard about Maladil Castle while she feigned sleep were muffled discouraging words about how even the most ruthless highwaymen, ragamuffins, and cutthroats gave the haunted Castle and its land a wide berth. Indeed, even Orcs would not dare set foot on ground so wretchedly cursed. *

* At last the exasperating Hobbit stopped to take a breath, and Gandalf got a word in edgewise ... *

Podo Cotton, last year when I saw you at the picnic in Hobbiton, you were wearing faded trousers with holes in one knee, held up by floppy suspenders, and a shirt so old you might have inherited it from your great-great uncle thrice removed. Now here you are, sporting new clothes as fine as any in the Shire. And speaking of gold, Podo, I couldn't help noticing that shiny pocket-watch of yours dangling from your vest. Tell me, what exactly is the secret of your success?

Why Gandalf, Sir ... answered Podo, just putting a few new business tips into practice, and having good luck in meeting customers. My entire crop of pipeleaf has found a buyer ... it's all spoken for, I've none left to spare.

As simple as that, Podo?

* The tables were turning ... now it was Podo's turn to give vague and unhelpful answers. The Hobbit shifted in his seat, moving his spoon around to scoop up the last remaining dollops of pie from his plate. * I see you're travelling with a Hobbit merchant, Holly something. Can't have the competition knowing what I'm up to in my dealings, can I? * Podo rose, bowed a polite goodnight, and with a grimace halfway between a smile and a yawn, made his way to his room for the night, on quick Hobbit feet. Naaramare breathed a sigh of relief after he left. *

* Gandalf turned to Bethberry. * There's someone outside, waiting to be contacted. No good getting together tonight, not after all the excitement we've had on the road ... the company needs a good night's sleep in a comfortable bed after battling the likes of wraiths and ruffians. Everyone who's journeyed with us on the road ... well, I can explain things to the group tomorrow morning, in a less public setting. Can you do me a favor, Bethberry? Have your falcon Wyrd deliver a written message to someone? He'll be in a grey cloak and standing near the door just outside, I should think. * Gandalf scribbled down a note on a scrap of parchment. *

Meneli, Estelarion ... is there a song you could play for us? * Gandalf looked at the Elves expectantly. *

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[Bêthberry]

Certainly, Gandalf. I haven't fed Wyrd yet tonight, so he will be expecting to hear from me.

Bethberry nodded, took the rolled parchment from Gandalf, and walked to the open window where all had earlier seen the black horse of Mordor neighing triumphantly.

She whistled twice, sharply, in quick succession, and Wyrd rapidly came to perch on the window frame. Bethberry slipped the parchment into a metal clasp around his leg, and then stroked his head and fed him something she had retrieved from her leather bag. Whispering in a language none present could understand, she then lifted him up and tossed him into the air, where his wing beats rapidly lifted him out of sight, but not before he startled the two delinquent hobbits, Holly and Olo, whose shrieks as he appeared out of nowhere had certainly alerted the Ranger to their attempts at stealth.

[piosenniel]

After delivering the pie to Periwinkle, and assuring herself that he had enough hay and water for the night and a comfortable place to doze, Holly went back to the door of the stable where Olo was standing guard in the shadows for any lurking Rangers or other suspicious looking characters.

'Is it clear?', she said, in a quiet voice, 'I think so,' he whispered back, peeking his head outside once more for a look around.

They had spied the Elf, Arcon, just before they had gone in the stable, heading down the path from the Tavern. Thinking that meant the Ranger was no longer hanging about, they decided to head for the river once again to do a little star-gazing of their own.

The two hobbits had almost made it to the edge of the courtyard near the path to the river, when two sharp whistles rent the night silence, and a large bird of prey swooped silently and swiftly out of the dark sky, heading for an open window in the Inn.

They were startled by its appearance, and both let out small gasps of surprise - not very loud, but still just enough for the sharp-eared man, standing in the shadow of the Inn's large tree to notice them,and come walking toward them.

'O! We're for it now!' said Olo, and nodded his head toward the figure coming toward them. Holly looked at the Ranger,and calculated just how soon he would reach them.
She grabbed Olo's hand and walked slowly toward the approaching man with apparent unconcern. When she was close enough to see his familiar face, she smiled and greeted him warmly, telling him they had just come from seeing to her pony and were on their way back to the Inn.

'Now that is an interesting route you were taking, young mistress.' said the Ranger, his eyes twinkling. 'I think I'll just escort you back to the door to see you don't get lost.'

'As you wish, good sir.' she replied, thinking all the while of taking another route out from the back door once back inside.

'And I might mention I've posted a man at the back door tonight. Wouldn't want anyone sneaking in, now, would we?' A smile creased the corners of his mouth, and he gently urged them on.

Olo held the door for Holly, and she went inside. He was just about to follow when the hand of the Ranger restrained him, drawing him out for a whispered talk.

'There is strange traffic on the roads and in the shadows tonight, young sir. I would urge you to keep your sweeting safe inside tonight and leave us to go about our business.' He faded back into the shadows, leaving Olo to enter the Inn alone.

'What did he say to you, Olo?' asked Holly as he came into the common room. Olo blushed and stammered, 'Well, nothing really. He just wished us a good night in his Ranger sort of way.' 'I see.' she said, looking at him quizzically. She yawned. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, but I am tired. I think I'll say good-night to you and go upstairs. See you tomorrow for breakfast?' She headed up the short staircase, and waved back to him before disappearing down the hall.

'Oh, yes, . . . definitely.' said Olo to her retreating figure. He stood in thought for a moment and then turned and scanned the room for the one called Gandalf. Seeing him still sitting at the table, with the lovely woman, Bethberry, he walked over and asked if he might speak with him.

The wizard nodded his assent and smiled encouragingly at the hobbit. Olo blurted out, 'Well, it's like this, sir, seeing as how you will be leaving soon, I was thinking how my business here is all taken care of, and you might need another stout arm to make sure your journey is a safe one, and well, I . . . I'd like to go with you, sir, if you don't mind, that is.'

[Birdland]

With Bethberry off to call to her falcon, and Gandalf engaged in speaking with the Halflings Olo and Holly, Birdie decided now was as good as time as any to get out of the common room and find her a spot to sleep outside.

As she morphed into the form of a Neekerbreeker, the blanket Holly had thrown over her collapsed silently into the chair. Bird struggled through the folds of the throw to the edge of the chair and jumped down, still amazed after many years at how far she could fall in this form without harm.

Creeping to the edge of the hearth, she could not help but let out a few muffled "neek-breeks" before she managed to control herself. It seemed to be something that these creatures were drawn to do.

Scanning the now vast and cavernous room, she looked for the best route outside. The doorway seemed to be busy at the moment, with the last of the late night strollers coming in to claim their rooms for the night. The window then, beside the table there.

She made a last check for spiders; this inn was clean and such predators did not seem to be a problem here. The inn's cat was asleep on the bar, and would be oblivious to her presence. So Bird set out across the floor of the inn, traveling in leaps that, if she had been in human form, would have equaled 50 feet each.

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[Bêthberry]

Bethberry left the open window, where the night air was cold but fresh, to return to Gandalf's table and the warmth of the great fireplace. She overheard Olo's request to Gandalf and smiled to herself.

Well, Olo, are you sure you are not looking forward to guarding such delicious pies as we have had this evening? I assure you, we hardly eat like this on the road, unless it is as food for, ah, thought. She offered a good-natured grin to the pleading hobbit while she searched for her mug of tea amid the pile of empty plates and pie pans on the table.

[VanimaEdhel]

Estelarion pulled out an ornately decorated silver flute, smiling. Menelduliniel looked at him waiting to see if he would take it out. Estelarion stood up and put out his hand for Menelduliniel to take, and helped her stand. She cleared her throat briefly, then they started...

Cartel carad, cartel-e-aglar'ni, cartel-e-nwalma e ilya riamin!
Telio a' amin, re'na lindon i'min yaara:
I'Teleri dagron yassen i'earsira-e-gorga;
I'Istar, mith, e seorsa, elee nostale,
I'Istar istant vanimho, tyelant i'huine;
Ar' nwalmalle, mankee ilin, iant sii'
Yassen tellen celeb no' i'gaear
Ron lindon lindelsen taurn ar' ereb.
Telio, amin elen n'yassen elen i'umbar tel' Eldalie,
Amin utun nu i'ylwai e mela ar' n'mela,
E' ilya net' n'alya ar' n'noldo coin re,
Vanim oira ranon no' mallehe.

Menelduliniel sang only half of the song, but stopped, since she did not know how people liked the song, or whether she should finish it. The song was also so long...if they wanted the other half...if they knew it and liked it...they'd tell her...

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* From his seated position, Gandalf bowed thanks to Bethberry and Wyrd for their helpfulness in delivering the message to the ranger. He then turned to address Holly's friend Olo: *

My good Olo, hail and well met. Accompanying our motley band of travellers might not be as glamorous as you'd want. Tomorrow morning there'll be a meeting, ... specifically for those of us in my party who've come in together at the Trade Inn here in Sarn Ford. As for you, Olo, I wonder if you could do me a favor instead of attend the meeting? There's a large black war steed outside who will need looking after. Being that the horse hails from the East, well, it's a delicate matter. Agree, Olo, and you're welcome to come with us to Tharbad.

* Gandalf finished speaking, and blinked, puzzled. He could have sworn he heard faint "neek-breek" noises issuing from inside the Common Room. Strange. He frowned for a moment, then relaxed again as Meneli and Estelarion began their song. As they paused, he encouraged the Elves with a cry of ... * Artfully performed! smilies/smile.gif

* Outside, the black war horse had looked up from time to time, flicking its ears at a grey-cloaked watcher and the comings and goings of two Halflings. The grey-cloak must've been a guard, keeping the two Halfling prisoners alive for now, herding them back into the Inn whenever they tried to escape. *

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[Orofacion of the Vanyar]

The night air was cool and crisp, "Perfect weather for a mid-night's walk," Arcon thought to himself. The dusty path was lined with smooth, gray stones here and there, the lanes lined with a few houses and stores, which were closed for the evening. Faint glows of candle light leaked out through the shutters of the homes, and cast a ambient orange around the hedges and low shrubs that wrapped many of the houses.

Occasionally, Arcon would stop for a minute and gaze up at the stars, which were all out, twinkling in the cloudless night sky. There was one star in particular that Arcon had loved for many years, one that appeared long ago, during the travels of Gandalf, Bethberry, and himself. Arcon sighed heavily, "Ned annan, tad min uva athrado, Haidan, nae nedh i thamais o Mandos."

"Ai, Arcon," came a voice from behind the elf. Arcon turned and smiled, realizing who had called his name. "Ai, Agluchel, mae govannen," Arcon replied.

"It is good to see you north again. Your affairs south are all in order I trust."

"Indeed they are, I am actually on erranc from Mithlond, and needed to stop by here to hold council with you and the others."

"You shall indeed. In fact, Gandalf is here in Sarn Ford, and he will likely seek council with us in the morn. Perhaps you could join us."

"My friend, I am a leap ahead of you. Upon my arrival in Mithlond, Cirdan informed me of a matter of great importance and that a council at Tharbad was necessary. Upon travelling south once more, I met up with Mithrandir on the road just north of here, and have travelled with him the rest of the way. I was planning on attending his council with your folk tomorrow."

"I see, I thought I had seen you at Gandalf's table, with some... interesting folks."

"Interesting, and valiant as well. They all have shown great worth on the road during an attack by highwaymen. Though they are not Rangers, they have great heart, and that is often all that is needed."

"Ha, I have missed your optimism Arcon, it is good to have you here," Agluchel said laughing. "I'm sorry but I must be off, the night is young and there are things that must be taken care of. I will see you tomorrow at the council. Maer du," the Ranger said bowing.

"Maer du," Arcon replied. As Agluchel disappeared once again into the night, Arcon continued his stroll down the dusty path, gazing at the stars from time to time.

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[piosenniel]

Olo blushed when Bethberry addressed him, and protested that guarding pies was not really what he had in mind. And as for the menu, he was not a particular sort of hobbit about what he'd eat. 'In fact,' he said 'I come from a large family, all boys, and we ate what ever was put in front of us and were thankful for it.'

He listened to the elves as they sang and played the flute. 'So wonderful!', he thought to himself. 'I hope she tells us what the words mean; they sound very beautiful. Her voice is so clear, like a bell. And the notes from the flute echo her perfectly. It must be nice to have someone so close to you, that you can almost complete their thoughts.' He was quite a romantic little creature and his thoughts went on like this during the song, eventually turning to the hobbit lass who had gone to sleep upstairs. Thoughts of her wove in and out of the music to the point that he almost missed the fact that Gandalf had addressed him.

'Beg pardon, sir?', he said. 'The black horse? Yes, I can look out for him. Worked with many a horse and pony on our little farm in Michel Delving. I'll curry him and Peri tomorrow and get them ready for the road. Will you want to be riding him, sir? I can work with him on that if you like. He doesn't seem the sort to be a pack animal -- too high strung for that, I think.'

He waited for Gandalf to reply, all the while trying not to show how completely thrilled he was to be going with the little band of travellers.

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[Birdland]

Birdie reached the windowsill in leaps and bounds - literally. She sat and looked out at the night, scanning it with her antennae. The woods were full of Rangers! She could sense the men scattered in the trees and hedgerows surrounding the inn. What would bring about such a gathering in this backwater place so far from the Northlands?

And there was Acron. It was to be expected; few Elves appreciated the comforts of a Man's inn, preferring to wander the night in waking sleep and Elven dreams. She saw the Elf-Lord approach and join in conversation with the Ranger who had escorted Holly and Olo back to the tavern. Well, of course he would know one of these wandering men.

(Birdie had known a Ranger once long ago. Or at least he had SAID he was a Ranger. She still couldn't believe she had fallen for that one.)

She tried to hear what conversation the two were having, but they were speaking Sindarian, which Birdie did not know. She let out a small "neek-breek" of frustration. Most likely they were discussing weighty matters that, hopefully, would not involve her or her fellow travelers too much.

The Elf and Ranger parted, the mysterious Wood Man walking back towards the tavern. He paused by the doorway, and fumbled with a pipe and tinderbox. Bird wondered if she would ever have the chance to steal off into the woods and morph into Ent form. She was getting sleepy!

At that moment, a hairy, burly wagon driver stood and stretched at the table behind her. He reached to close the window, and saw Bird sitting on the sill. "Bah!" he snorted in disgust. "Neeker-Breeker." The ham-size hand came whooshing down.

Bird instinctively jumped. And landed right on the sachel that the Ranger carried at his side. She froze, fearing that the wanderer might have heard the small sound of her body snicking against leather. Then she smelled the parchment. All bugs love parchment and to a Birdie in bug form, it smelled as wonderful as Bethberry's pies. "A small snack wouldn't be amiss before bedtime." she reasoned, and burrowed down into the satchel, where she found a small, tightly rolled scrap of parchment. Birdie commenced to munching.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel smiled.

"It is a song that was changed when put into Westron. It is the first half. The Westron version is (it keeps the same idea):
Red Rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Teleri battling with the bitter tide;
The Wizard, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast dreams, and stopped ruin;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,
I find under the boughts of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

It was altered a bit for Sindarin, but...if you would like to here the other half..."

Estelarion began again and Menelduliniel began to sing in her bell-like voice:

Telio, telio, telio, -- A, glennao amin
Ndor ten' i'cartel quant!
Amin n'anìron ten net' lad;
I'lhûg n'beleg nurta e' felata,
I'nât rima e' i'salch,
Ar' istilai en' Fìreb moota ar' waan;
Nan' tiro ereb ten i'net' n'ataya nyarant
Ed' i'Valar a' i'hûn tiri en' i'gurtha,
Ar' istimo lir lammen gwaith n'sinta.
Telio; anìron, n'ala anton glenna,
Lindo en' Valinor ar' i'men yaara:
Cartel carad, cartel-e-aglar'ni, cartel-e-nwalma e ilya riamin!

Menelduliniel ended the song.

"That last part...that meant, in the Westron translation:
Come near, come near, come near -- Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more hear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By the Valar to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chant a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Valinor and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
The song's title is 'A' I'Cartel Deno' I'Malle' En' Coiasira'...which is 'To The Rose Upon the Road of Time'...I like the song, personally...I hope you did, as well."

((OOC: BTW: that was really a modification of a poem called "To the Rose Upon the Road of Time" by W.B. Yeats...names were changed, but that's about it...such as Valinor, Teleri, Wizards, etc. smilies/wink.gif ))

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[piosenniel]

'Oh my!' said Olo,as the last notes faded into the air. 'That was beautiful, and sad altogether. Thank you for that song, elves!' He bowed to them, and then took his leave to go to his rest. Tomorrow would be a busy day, and he'd best get all the sleep he could for it.

Humming the tune to the song, he climbed the stairs and found his room. No sooner had his head hit the pillow when he dropped into an easy slumber. The elven words were running through his dreams 'A' I'Cartel Deno' I'Malle' En' Coiasira', and the pleasant feel of her hand grasping his.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* With the full moon as a reading lamp, the ranger known as Agluchel finished reading Gandalf's note and nodded to himself. The meeting would take place at 10:00 in the morning by Shire reckoning, at a secure cabin on the outskirts of Sarn Ford, far enough off the main road to afford sufficient privacy. *

* Agluchel opened his satchel. His hand muscles tensed in surprise as a bug flittered across his fingers. But what really made the ranger groan in dismay was the discovery that the letter he'd been entrusted with to give to Gandalf was now in tatters. A sharp pinch ... something had bitten Agluchel! The satchel fell to the ground. Shredded parchment tumbled out. *

"Oh no ..." sighed Agluchel aloud, "Elrond's letter to Galadriel. Totally destroyed." smilies/frown.gif

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[Birdland]

The parchment was delicious! First quality goatskin, probably prepared by Elven hands. The ink lent a delicate undercurrent to the fine writing material. Birdie could not help herself. She had barely eaten that evening, and the wine she had drunk before the fire had only stimulated her appetite. She ate until she felt she would burst out of her carapace.

Then the wine and food made Birdie do a very foolish thing, (though the stuffiness of the satchel may have been to blame as well). She fell asleep.

She awoke to a sudden chill of air and five massive logs falling down upon her. They bent and swayed, scraping the sides of the satchel and shaking her as violently as any earthquake. Birdie jumped instinctively upward, landing on a monsterous, hairy arm as she scrambled to keep her balance. But she slid down the arm and back into the groping fingers and masses of shredded parchment.

The gargantuan hand (as she now could see it) grasped letter, neekerbreeker, and all and pulled it into the moonlight. Birdie felt herself being squeezed as if between two tree trunks. She squirmed desperately as one of her antennae was bent painful back. In panic and fear, foreseeing a squishy death, she did the only thing she could do. She bit down - hard!

A sharp intake of breath and a muffled curse; then she was shaken off the hand and dropped painfully to the ground. Barely breathing and aching in every joint, she slowly crawled towards the shelter of the inn's steps, as scraps of parchment like lace fluttered down around her.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Meanwhile, back at the Trade Inn, ..... *

By the way, Olo ... the name of that black horse is Midnight. Told me so himself. * Gandalf nodded enigmatically, then continued speaking. * Midnight will be much obliged to you for currying him, and so will I. As for riding the horse, or having him bear luggage, only at need will I prevail upon the creature for such assistance, and not for mere convenience.

* At the end of Estelarion and Menelduliniel's song, Gandalf applauded. *

* At last, Gandalf went to his room for the night, and was soon asleep. *

[piosenniel]

Holly's room faced the front of the inn, and she had opened the small mullioned window to catch the cool night breeze. It was quiet down below - customers and travellers had made their way either to beds here or to home. She heard the breeze stir the leaves of the tree near her window, a soothing, rustling sound.

Her attention was caught by the harsh sound of someone's muffled curse. She crept to the window and peered out. It was one of those Rangers - he was muttering some mannish imprecation and sucking on his hand!

He moved out of her range of sight and hearing, and she thought no more of it. Turning back toward her bed, she sighed and told herself she really should lie down now and go to sleep.

But some small sound caught her attention once again. She put her head out the window for a better view, but there was no one there. Then she heard it again - a raspy neek-breek!, coming from somewhere near the inn steps.

Throwing a quilt from the bed around her, she went quietly down the stairs and to the main door. Praying that the Ranger had moved on to another location, she opened the door just enough to slip out to the top step, and knelt down there.

'Bird!' she whispered, 'Is that you? You sound ghastly! Come up stairs, you can spend the night in my room.'

She saw one crumpled antennae wriggle out from beneath the overhang of the step. Extending her fingers, she bade her friend crawl onto her outstretched hand. Swiftly and silently they went up to the safety of her room.

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[Bêthberry]

Too much tea and too much pie! Bethberry couldn't sleep, but kept rolling over from one side to the other. Finally, she rose and opened the shutter of her window a crack, to let in some fresh air. Perhaps that would help rid her of her indigestion.

She heard a muffled cry from somewhere below, but couldn't see anyone out the window. Shortly, she heard footsteps in the hall. Not loud, noticeable footsteps, but faint, small ones, as if someone were trying not to be heard. That worried Bethberry.

Wrapping a large shawl around her, she crept to her door, listened, and swung it open suddenly, running out and jumping on a figure in a dark blanket.

Get off, you olf, threatened Holly, as she was tackled by the larger woman. She started pommelling her attacker fiercely with her fists.

Whoa, wait, I surrender, declared Bethberry, recognizing the voice and breaking out into hearty laughter while letting the hobbit capture her with the blanket before she lay still.

Only then Bethberry could make out a faint and fainter, "Neek-breek, neek-breek." She stared up at Holly inquisitively.

(OOC: You never said you actually reached and entered your room. *grins conspiratorially*)

[ July 24, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

[piosenniel]

Holly picked poor Bird off the floor where she had fallen in the scuffle. Cradling her in her hands, she stepped past the downed woman, and into Bethberry's room. She laid the neeker-breeker gently on the small table by the bed and spoke to her in a low, reassuring tone.

Bethberry entered the room, and seeing the bug on the table, looked questioningly at Holly once again.

'It's Bird.' said the hobbit. 'She's been hurt. Can you help her?'

[VanimaEdhel]

Estelarion and Menelduliniel went to their room. Menelduliniel layed on her bed, and immediately let her mind wander elsewhere, in her Elvish sleep.

Estelarion sat on his bed, reading Menelduliniel's book by candlelight. He had nothing else to do, and he did not feel like resting. Menelduliniel's book was the tale of the history of Beren and Luthien. Estelarion usually did not like love stories at all: he preferred battles and fighting, but: he was not at all tired and there was nothing else to do. Oh: and he still hurt. That was the main reason: he could not get his mind off of how much his ribs hurt. He read the book for a while, then, thoroughly disgusted with it, he threw it over on top of Menelduliniel's bag, and just sat, watching her rest, until he felt well enough to lay back himself and rest until they should be needed...

[Birdland]

Bethberry had seen and learned many things unknown to the average denizen of Middle-Earth. She was the child of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, and that meant a life and education that no other in Arda could claim. She was a friend of Gandalf the Grey, and other, lesser-known but just as powerful figures. She was well-traveled in body, mind, and spirit. Few things were unknown to her, and even fewer things surprised her.

But a small halfling lass leaning her chin on a table and trying to comfort a bug had to be a first. Her face remained non-commital, but she was going through her stock of herbs in her mind, trying to think what she had that would calm a brain-fever.

"Birdie, come! You can trust her. Let her help you. Don't be afraid."

Suddenly the body of the neekerbreeker begain to stretch and grow, changing color and form in a most disconcerting way. The moment when woman and insect appeared in equal measure in the same body was a particularly uncomfortable sight. Birdie knew how she looked when she was morphing, and hated to do it in front of strangers.

But there was nothing to be done. She was hurt, how badly she would not know until she was in human form. In less than a moment the figure of Birdie sat cross-legged on the table where a small, black neekerbreeker had sat before. She was bruised on arms and legs, a knot was swelling on her forehead, an one eye was swollen and turning black and blue. And she had the most horrible stomach ache!

Birdie groaned and clutched at her stomach, the winced from the pain in her arms. Then she slowly looked up at the woman standing by the table with a sheepish expression.

"Hullo, Bethberry."

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[Bêthberry]

Hullo, indeed, Changling, said Bethberry with some awe and astonishment after being momentarily overwhelmed with the truth she had just been shown.

Come, let's get you lying down on the bed. At first, I thought Holly was to be my patient with a fevered brain and now I find it is you. I must say, you will be easier to treat in this form. Although mayhap it is lucky your injuries occured when you had a, um, thicker skin.

Your stomach pains--are they from injury or strange feeding?

Birdie signified it was what she ate.

Good! Now, let me check your bones. None broken? Arms, legs, ribs? No, just badly bruised, I see. Let me look at your head. That swelling will have to come down. Your eye is blood shot, but not bleeding. For that, be very thankful.

If I treat you as I would treat a woman normally, would you expect any difficulties, any complications?

Birdie shook her head, painfully, no.

Holly, you and I will need to stay up all night with Birdie. With a lump like that to her forehead and her bruised eye, I want to make sure she doesn't fall into a swoon. One of us will need to wake her every half an hour.

For now, can you bring some hot water from the kitchen? Some chamomile tea might help that stomach ache.

Holly nodded yes and flew downstairs to cajole the cook once again. Meanwhile, Bethberry gently wiped Birdie's bruises with tincture of arnica and horsetail. Her face she bathed in a wash of heartsease, for its pleasing scent, and feverfew, for headache, and woollygrass for swelling.

Then, before allowing Birdie to sit up to take the tea which Holly made after returning with the water, Bethberry treated her eye with two small drops of belladonna.

The tea was a welcome warm tonic to Birdie. Bethberry stepped back and took a compassionate look at her.

Holly, do you want the first shift or shall I take it? Holly immediately demanded first shift.

Stay here in my room, then. I'll take yours. Come and get me when the moon begins to fade. Birdie, some day you should meet my father.

[piosenniel]

Holly had borrowed one of the hourglass timers from the cook. It was one of the bigger ones, and ran for about 20 minutes each turning.

'Alright, Bird.' she said, you've got two turnings of the glass here to sleep, then I'll wake you briefly to check on you.'

Bird settled back on the pillows and drifted off into a doze. Holly turned the lamp up on the table next to her, and opened the window as wide as it would go for the fresh, cool breeze to help keep her awake.

Curling up in the big chair, next to the table, she pulled a book toward her that Bethberry had obviously been looking at before this whole incident had started. It was a scholarly tome, The Herbalist Compaendium, and it appeared much read by her as the pages fell open easily and there were numerous pencilling ins of detailed notes on specific cases. Unfortunately after several paragraphs, her head nodding, Holly realized this was not the type of reading to keep her awake.

She got up and stretched, then looked about the room for some scrap papers and a pen.

She stood and walked about the room, doing quick sketches of the sleeping Bird. Every forty minutes, for 4 hours she woke her friend, assessed her level of orientation, then helped her assume a new position on the bed. Each position had an artfully draped quilt covering the sleeping form, and each each new posing was skillfully rendered onto a piece of the paper.

When Bethberry came to the room for her shift, she found twelve drawings pinned on her walls, and a yawning hobbit with inkstained fingers just turning her friend over for the last time.

Holly stumbled back to her room,fell on her bed, and dropped off to sleep in an instant.

[Birdland]

The belladonna drops in Birdie's eye led to strange dreams. Bird saw a great scarab beetle which somehow she knew was Gandalf. He was crawling over ancient parchment scrolls, many crumbling to dust and lace. "Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards," he addressed her mildly, "for they are subtle and quick to anger."

Then a huge, glowing butterfly was hovering over her, and with a stern, angry face it said "Where is it?" before swooping down on her. Suddenly the butterfly turned into a specter of an Elven wraith, bloodied by many sword strokes, arms outstretched, with maddened eyes.

Birdie woke with a start just as Holly, by the bedside, turned the hourglass over once again.

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[piosenniel]

Day had dawned bright and promising. Sunlight peeked through the crack in the curtains of Olo's room, finding him up, washed, and dressed already. He hummed a little to himself as he drew on his vest and went down for breakfast.

Once in the common room, he looked about for Holly, who had said she would see him at breakfast. His search was short-lived - the room was sparsely populated and there was no sign of her.

Determined to find her, he went into the kitchen to ask the cook if she'd seen Holly. 'No, I can't say as I have this morning. It's passing strange, though. Late last night she rushed down here and woke me up. She was rather flustered, saying something about a friend being hurt and needing to borrow a timer and a cup of hot water. Last I heard was her running back up the stairs.'

Olo blanched at this revelation. Someone was hurt? Holly must have been up all night tending her friend. He recovered his good hobbit sense quickly, and asked the cook for a small plate of bread, spread thick with honey, some fruit slices, and two strong cups of sweetspice tea.

'Thank you, Goodmistress!' he said as he maneuvered his way out the kitchen door, tray in hand.

'Olo!' cried the cook, 'Remind her to bring back the timer, if you please!' Directing this request to his quickly retreating back, she laughed out loud. 'My goodness!' she said to herself. 'I haven't seen one of the Gardener lads so worked up since his older brother, Odo courted Ms. Eglantine.' She laughed again, shaking her head, and thought 'Well, I'll be!'

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[Bêthberry]

Bethberry's sleepy eyes took in Holly's sketches and she was immediately sleepy no more. The hobbit had great skill in chiaroscuro and it was a delight to feast the eyes on the drawings. Bethberry found herself hoping she could keep at least one of the them herself, as a reminder of how beauty can arise out of even the most unfortunate events.

Looking at Birdie, however, was worrisome. Under her eyelids, her eyes darted around rapidly and wildly. Bethberry became worried that two drops of belladonna had been too much for the Changling and were causing her nightmares.

She took some water from the kettle she had just brought from the kitchen and made a new wash for Birdie's forehead and eye, this time with clary, sometimes called 'clear eye', and more wollygrass. The movement woke Birdie, but without a start, and she then lay back calmly while Bethberry applied a poultice of beardtongue to the swellings.

Bethberry pulled a chair up beside the bed and took Birdie's hand in hers. It was firm and warm but not sweating. That was good. It looked for all the world just like Bethberry's hand, or Naaramare' hand. There was no sign of a hard carapace or any spicules from the insect body. Bethberry sat staring in awe at this hand with such amazing potential, the most astounding form of life she had ever seen. Life in all its glorious and magnificent wonder.

Why was it, Bethberry asked aloud to no one in particular, that when, with such splendor in the animate world, there was increasingly such great stress and duress upon it?

Bethberry's voice disturbed Birdie, who moaned slightly, and Bethberry immediately regreted musing aloud. They would have to come up with some explanation of Birdie's injuries for the elves and Gandalf. She would leave that to the two friends. Bethberry then began singing quietly the song she had heard last night from Meneldi and Estalarion. This time, her voice did not disturb the Changling.

[Naaramare]

Naaramare's sleep had been restless and filled with fevered glimpses of the now-remembered elf. The memory-fragment she had been so pleased at first to discover was now becoming it's own problem, flashing constantly before her eyes.

Eventually, she gave up on sleep and rose, seeking someone's companionship, or simply distraction. Wandering at random, she paused, on impluse glancing into a room and catching a glimpse of a familiar face.

"Bethberry?" she said tentatively. "Am I disturbing? . . ." Seeing Bird's prone figure, her eyes widened. "Is something wrong?"

[piosenniel]

She heard the insistent knocking on her door.

'By the One! Who could be waking her in the middle of the night! It must be about Bird. She must have taken a turn for the worse.'

She sat up in bed quickly and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes. Her bleary sight took in the fact the the bright sun was now pouring in her open window. The sound of a pony, whinnying, caught her attention.

She yawned mightily and said, 'Come in!', thinking it was Bethberry come to give her news of Bird.

It was the smiling face of Olo that met her eyes. 'You didn't come down for breakfast. So, I've brought some to you!. He placed the tray on the table by her bed,picked up a cup of the tea and handed it to her. Taking the second cup, he sat in the chair by the window and watched her savor the spicy aroma of the brew.

'Oh! I needed that!' she said, swallowing a large gulp of tea. 'You're a lifesaver, Olo!'
She took a bite of the fresh bread with honey and offered him the other slice.'But tell me, are the others already gathered downstairs? I think Gandalf had some plans for a meeting today and I really would like to go with them.'

'I saw none of your companions when I first went downstairs.' replied Olo, watching her efficiently deal with the bread and then move on to the fruit.

'Good! I still have time to get dressed and down there, then.' She licked the last drops of honey off her fingers and popped the last apple slice into her mouth. Looking down at the now empty plate, she blushed. 'I'm sorry! I've made a pig of myself, it seems. Here I've gone and eaten all of it and offered you hardly any!'

He laughed! 'Must have been a busy night for you to be so hungry, eh?' He took a small sip of tea. 'I heard something from the cook about hot water and an egg timer?!'

She told him that Bird had been hurt, editing out the skin-changing part, and that Bethberry and she had taken shifts to watch over her. 'I really must go and check on her again, and on Bethberry.'

Holly thanked him profusely once again for the food and drink, then shooed him from the room so that she could wash up and get dressed herself.

Cups and plate in hand, he exited, having first extracted a promise from her to meet with him later.

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry turned to the melodious voice of Naaramare.

No disturbance, Naaramare. None at all. *smiles* Birdie had a ... fall, and has a few bruises to her face and arms. I'm watching to see she doesn't slip into a deep sleep. What do you think of the drawings Holly has done while she watched?

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel and Estelarion, however, had gone down for breakfast early. Now, they sat in their room, talking, until they heard their names being called.

"Better go!" Estelarion said, smiling. They grabbed their gear and ran out of the room to where the voices came from.

[piosenniel]

Bethberry's door slightly was open when she came to it. She rapped lightly and then opened it.

She heard two voices, speaking quietly, and saw the still fitfully sleeping form of Bird lying on the bed.

Her friend was pale, her face grimacing at times as some bad dream played beneath her purpled eyelids. She pushed back a lock of Bird's lank hair that had fallen across her face, and stroked her cheek, willing her back to consciousness and health. 'How did she do for you?' she asked Bethberry, turning toward the tired woman.

Bethberry quietly filled Holly in on her concerns. 'I suppose it will be like my mother used to say when we were sick and she had dosed us with medicines and poultices.' said Holly,taking in all that Bethberry had done for Bird.

Bethberry waited for her to finish the thought.

'It's Tincture of Time, now that will be the best medicine.', she said.

Holly pulled the covers straight over Bird, and lifting her head, turned the pillow for a fresh side.

'Would you like me to watch for a while, while you freshen up and change clothes?' she offered Bethberry. 'Perhaps you and Naaramare can go down and get some breakfast then. I'll stay here with her.'

[piosenniel]

Olo grabbed some bread and cheese and another mug of tea and headed for the stable.

The great black was standing by Peri's stall, and both were looking wishfully at the hayloft, hoping some might fall their way.

The hobbit broke a bit of bread off his loaf and offered it to the pony, who took it delicately from his outstretched hand. The great black looked askance at Peri, expecting him to suffer some ill effect from the offering. But, there was that brainless pony nudging the creature for more, which he received.

'Would you like some, Mr. Midnight, sir?' asked Olo. The horse shook his head and backed up nervously at the outstretched hand. 'Well, I'll just set it here, then and you can get it if you like.' He placed it on the edge of a railing in an empty stall.

Peri nudged him, once more, and Olo laughed. 'Now you just hang on a bit. I'm going up to the loft to toss down some hay, and then I'll get you two a nice helping of mash.'

He looked back once toward the horses as he climbed the ladder to the loft, just in time to see Midnight thoughtfully chewing on the scrap of bread.

Once the horse and pony were fed, Olo mucked out the stall and spread fresh hay on its floor. He filled the trough with fresh water, and refilled the manger with hay for later.

One of the stable boys came in, and showed him where he might find the equipment for grooming the two.

'Come, on you two.' he called to them once he had gathered up the tools. 'It's a glorious day outside, let's go make you both as handsome as we can!'

Starting first with Peri, he combed out the rough spots and the burrs from his coat, main and tail. This was followed by a vigourous brushing which brought out the shine to his coat. He trimmed the mane and tail, and brushed them til they fell into place like bright satin. The final step was inspecting the hooves, filing down the rough edges, and then blacking and polishing them til they shone. Peri pranced and tossed his head after the grooming, thinking he looked quite grand.

He walked about the black horse, taking his measure. 'Well, you look pretty handsome for someone who's come through some rough patches as you must have. Someone's done you up fairly recently, but I think we could get you looking like the lead horse in battle . . . if you'll let me work with you, eh?' The hobbit stood waiting for the horse to indicate his agreeability. Midnight stood for a moment looking back at Olo. Then moved a few steps closer and took in his scent with his sensitive nostrils. He bowed his head once, and then nudged the hobbit in the back.

'Alright, then!' said Olo, softly to him. 'Let's get to it!'

He worked slowly and gently on the great steed. Buffing his coat, tail and mane until he gleamed like a polished opal. Finishing up with the hooves he stepped back, and looked at his work admiringly. 'You're a handsome one. Mr. Midnight!' You'll have to run when the girls see you!'

He let the two amble about the outside stable area - munching at grass and occasionally chasing each other. Olo sat down beneath the shade of a large tree and lit up his pipe, and watched the two creatures enjoy themselves until he felt his stomach tell him it was time for lunch.

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[Birdland]

Birdie was feeling VERY comfortable. the myriad potions and herbs that Bethberry had administered to the bruised and battered skin-changer had had the desired effect, and despite disturbing dreams and broken sleep, Birdie was feeling very relaxed and comfortable.

But all the potions and herbs in Middle-Earth could not control the gnawing sense of guilt that Bird was feeling. She had destroyed, (all right: ATE!) something that she felt was important. How important she had no idea.

Neekerbreeker was the first and oldest of the skin-changer's forms, something she had first assumed when she was but a child. She was comfortable in that form and knew it well. But all skin-changers take on not just the physical aspects of the shape they morph into. They also knew that the spirit of the form would blend with their own spirit. It could never be totally controlled by the skin-changer's own personality.

Insects are without conscience. They simply ARE, guided by their instincts and desires in ways that other, more advanced creatures could supplement with their minds and hearts. Bird would never have thought to destroy an important missive in the possession of a Ranger while in human form; if only to avoid the wrath of the said Ranger. But as Neekerbreeker, she had only seen an inviting feast, and had acted accordingly.

She sat up in bed, still feeling the vague, drug-clouded aches of her injuries, and addressed the healer and Hobbit who had watched over her so carefully:

"Bethberry? Holly? I think I have done a bad thing."

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[Orofacion of the Vanyar]

"Good morning Master Gardener," Arcon said as he came walking down the path with Getathane behind him. The elf's horse was walking briskly, his injury had healed well over night. "You do quite a good job in the grooming of horses I see," Arcon said watching Midnight and Peri grazing peacefully infront of them, their coats and manes shining in the morning sun. "Perhaps you could give Getathane a trim next time, I've already cleaned him up a bit earlier this morning."

Taking the bit out of Getathane's mouth, Arcon let the horse run freely for awhile. "May I join you?" Arcon asked.

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[piosenniel]

Olo moved over a bit and made room for the elf to sit in the shade.

'Would you care for a pipeful?', said the hobbit, offering him his pouch of Southern Star. Olo refilled his pipe and leaned back against the tree. He watched the elf-steed as he ran with the other two. There was a bit of a rivalry he could see going on between Midnight and Getathane, but Peri soon put an end to that when he nipped them both in passing on their hindquarters and they both began to chase him. Growing tired of this game, the three of them slowed to a walk and then a mere amble from one grass clump to another.

'Begging your pardon, Arcon,' said Olo, breaking their companionable silence,'but are you travelling with the older fellow and his companions?'

The elf nodded his head, indicating he was.

'Well, I understood from Mr. Gandalf that you all were to go to some sort of meeting with him today. He asked me to groom Midnight for him, which I've got done as you can see. So, if you'ld like to leave Getathane with me this afternoon I'd be glad to get him groomed and trimmed, and see to his hooves. That one there on the right front needs a bit of filing down on one side.'

Arcon watched his horse as Olo pointed out the slight irregularity to his gait caused by the offending hoof.

'What say we get some lunch. I'm feeling a little hungry. You can tell me then if you've time for me to do your horse and what you'ld like done.'

[piosenniel]

Holly looked at her friend closely. Was this a potion induced bad dream or something approaching truth that Bird was saying? She had said many strange things during the night. But this time her eyes were focused and she seemed in some real mental distress about the problem. So Holly took her at her word.

'Well, then, Bird ' she said, 'what have you done this time? And is there any hope in Middle-earth that we can fix it before it's all gone sour?!'

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry looked at Birdie's face. It wasn't flushed; she didn't have a fever. Perhaps this was something best discussed between friends.

Indeed, I think you are right, Holly. It's best for you two to talk between yourselves. Naaramare, will you join me for breakfast? I, for one, would really relish some fresh coffee and hot buns with jam.

Naaramare and Bethberry wound their way down the hall and staircase to the Great Hall, where breakfasts, both light and hearty, first and second, were served. Afterwards, Bethberry was grateful for a bath which drove away the last vestiges of sleepiness. She hoped there was time for a quiet walk to the Brandywine before Gandalf's meeting with the Ranger.

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[Birdland]

Birdie confessed: her face getting hot with embarassment as she recounted to Holly what she had done while in the Ranger's satchel.

"I think he was rather upset, Holly. I mean, more upset than just getting a nip from a Neekerbreeker, if you take my meaning. I may have eaten something important. But I really don't know HOW important!"

"Well, didn't you read it?" asked Holly

NO!" protested Birdie. "I didn't go into that Ranger's bag to spy. I went in to escape that driver's hand trying to flatten me! And then because the parchment smelled so good - at least to a Neekerbreeker. Even if I had wanted to read it, it would have been impossible. The satchel was dark, and the scroll still tightly rolled."

Bird covered her face with her hands and shook her head "Oooooooh, I'm in so much trouble! "They say 'never meddle in the affairs of wizards...', but 'meddling' in the affairs of Rangers has to be just as bad!"

Holly sat back and rolled her eyes. She had to admit, this was pretty bad. Holly remembered the insistance of the Ranger when he found Olo and herself outside the inn. Something was up around here, that was certain, and Birdie's 'theft' may have effected those plans. Not a good situation for a skin-changer who tried her best to stay out of the way of the more lofty (and dangerous) denizens of Middle Earth.

"So do you think he knew that the "Neekerbreeker" in his bag wasn't actually a Neekerbreeker?"

"Noooo...I don't think so. How could he? Unless he saw you coming to my rescue when I was under the steps, and can put two and two together." The thought that the Ranger might associate Holly with Bird's latest "adventure" made the Hobbit tinker shift uncomfortably in her seat.

But then her "hobbit sense" took over again. She let out her breath with a "whooosh", slapped her hands on both knees, and stood up. "Well, there's nothing to be done for it now. Perhaps you ate nothing more important then his shopping list for the greengrocer. It's a new day, and we'll find out soon enough just what up around here. Or perhaps we won't. But for now, Periwinkle needs checking on, and I smell breakfast cooking in the common room. Would you like me to bring you a tray?"

"No," said Birdie with a pitious tone. "I may never eat again." Then she hesitated and admitted "Though the coffee does smell mighty good."

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[Orofacion of the Vanyar]

"Lunch!?" Arcon laughed, "Surely, the little-folk indeed move quickly through their many meals of the day. Of course I will join you, though it will be breakfast for me I'm afraid." Hobbit and elf walked back to the inn, into the dining area where the smell of breakfast floated throughout the room.

They sat at a small round table off to the side. A servant brought out fruits, a large loaf of bread, and honey and butter for spread. "To drink?" the servant asked.

"Coffee, and black as the night," Olo replied.

"Water please," Arcon said nodding.

As the two ate, Arcon spoke up, "So you'd like to give Getathane a trim eh? Well I'm sure that will do quite nicely," the elf went on as the servant brought out their drinks. "But tell me Olo, where did you learn such mastery in the grooming of horses? That is not a local trade in such a desolate region."

Just then Bethberry and Naaramare came down the stairs, fresh and ready for the new day, and the council with the Rangers. "Just a second Olo," Arcon said as he beckoned Bethberry and Naaramare to join Olo and him. "I'm sorry Olo, please continue," Arcon said apologetically.

[Naaramare]

Reflecting that the day was starting very oddly, and wondering about Bird, Naaramare gratefully accepted Arcon's invitation to sit, her stomach reminding her that she'd barely picked at her last meal and that had been several hours ago, thank you very much.

"Good morning," she murmured, smiling and looking quizzically at the new hobbit.

[piosenniel]

Olo stood as Bethberry and her elf companion joined them at the table. 'Pleased to meet you, ma'am.' he said to the elf as she sat down. 'I'm Olo Gardener, from Michel Delving. I don't believe I've had the honor of being introduced to you.'

Bethberry made the introduction, while Arcon called for a fresh pot of coffee and a full plate of new baked buns. Olo passed the jam pots to the ladies, and a comfortable silence fell while they enjoyed the morning offerings.

Sitting back in his chair, Arcon recalled the question he had earlier put to Olo.'Tell me Olo,' he asked again, ' where did you learn such mastery in the grooming of horses? That is not a local trade in such a desolate region.'

'Well, sir,' said the hobbit, 'I come from a large family - the youngest of seven boys. We had a fair sized farm and kept horses and ponies as working animals. It was my part to keep them fed and groomed and see to their health needs. It seems I had a talent for handling such spirited creatures, and to be honest, I get as much from working with them as they get from me.' He paused and refilled the drinks of his table mates. 'And then, of course, there were the travellers and traders that would come through our way, many of them needing their horses cared for before the next leg of their travels would begin.' He rubbed his palms over one another, recalling the horses that had passed beneath them. 'Ah, yes, many a fine horse have I had the pleasure of working with.'

He rose from his chair, again, as Bethberry asked to take her leave. The elves had fallen to talking between themselves, and he excused himself, to go back to the stable. He had the elven horse to see to, and after that perhaps a walk by the river to do some thinking.

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[piosenniel]

Holly went down to the kitchen to return the timer and thank the cook. She begged a tray from her with a pot of coffee, thick cream, sugar, two mugs, a small loaf of bread, and some cheese.

Returning to Bethberry's room, she set the tray on the bedside table and pulled up a chair. She cut off Bird's protestations that she really wasn't hungry and gave her a small wedge of cheese and a piece of the loaf.

'Get some real food in your stomach, before you drink the coffee.' she admonished the protesting Bird. 'Honestly, I don't see how you've managed to even keep your stomach from rotting away with some of the stuff you put into it!'

The chastised Bird nibbled on the bread and cheese, and then took a large gulp of coffee.

'Listen,' said Holly, rubbing her chin, 'I've been giving some thought as to what we can tell the others about your injuries. It's obvious we can't give them the neeker-breeker story, so - let's say we had a plan to get you to stay the night in my room without you being charged for it. We can hint that you fell out of the tree near my window when you misjudged the distance from the nearest branch to my sill. If we're vague about it all, and don't get entangled in too many details, it should hold up.'

Holly poured another mug of coffee for herself and stirred in some cream and sugar. She watched the cream swirl in spiral patterns with the motion of the spoon. 'Oh, and one other thing - we know nothing
about any shredded letter. Confessing to the deed will not bring it back.' She took a sip of the hot brew. 'The Ranger will have to deal with that problem.'

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[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Gandalf, the last one down to the breakfast table, enjoyed a breakfast of eggs, ham, buns with elderberry jelly, and sassafras tea. After everyone had settled their accounts with the Innkeeper for room and board, all those attending the Council of Rangers at Sarn Ford made their way to the prearranged cabin. *

* The cabin was a homey wooden shelter. Travellers of good will were welcome to lodge in it for the night. As long as they cleaned up after themselves, didn't steal the towels, blankets, kettles, or other cooking supplies, and replenished the supply of water and firewood before they left, all were welcome. *

* The cabin was not plainly visible from the road ... you had to know how to identify the shortcut if you were ever to find the overgrown footpath submerged under several inches of water that led back through brambly thickets with grass up to your knees were you an Elf or tall Man. The grass rose deeper, were you a Hobbit. Gandalf had stopped before a section of green that looked on first glance just like all the surrounding sections of green, nodded his head, exhaled a mouthful of pipeweed smoke from the leaf Bethberry had given him the night before, and proclaimed it the shortcut. *

* The outside of the cabin was ringed all around by oak trees, blackberry and raspberry bushes, white and purple phlox, and yellow snapdragons strewn about with an inviting wildness. The interior of the cabin was comfortably dark and cool, smelling of wood and coffee and beeswax candles which some kind soul had left to replace the lower grade tallow. Logs were strewn around for benches, into which passing Dwarven merchants had carved sweeping designs (and sometimes runes denoting their initials) with a charming rustic artistry. *

* Eleven rangers were present to meet Gandalf and his companions. Agluchel was among them, smiling weakly and casting small glances at the floor, letting others do the talking. Introductions were made. Mugs of coffee were passed around. There were several pairs of raised eyebrows among the rangers on seeing so many people coming in the door with Gandalf who seemingly had nothing to do with the Council Meeting ... and one of them a Hobbit, no less! ... Arcon, being an expected and invited guest, received a duly cordial welcome in keeping with his being well known among the rangers. *

"Before we get started on the business at hand," Gandalf began, turning to Agluchel, ... "I believe you have a letter to pass into my safekeeping?"

* Agluchel blanched, and though a ranger, couldn't keep from trembling. * "Master Gandalf, I was told by Master Elrond himself to guard the letter with my life. I ... do not have the letter. Something has eaten it, I fear. Some insect during the night, same one that bit me, must've been."

* Gandalf, who'd been standing, dropped his pipe and sank down heavily onto one of the benches as if he'd been punched in the gut. His face turned as white as Agluchel's. The wizard placed his head in his hands, closed his eyes, took a few sharp breaths. * "That letter is irreplaceable. It dealt with White Council business. That bug must have been a servant of the Enemy, like the crebain that followed us on our way here. Why, had I that foul insect within my reach, I'd squash it into the ground so thoroughly with my heel that the tread of my footprint would remain sealed there until the end of the Age!" * Gandalf's voice rose dangerously at the end, but then he fell silent, into the deeper silence of the rest of the gathered assembly who stared in shock. *

* Agluchel winced, as if expecting lightning to tear through the roof and into his anguished heart. *

[piosenniel]

Holly was so tired she could barely see the nonexistent path that Gandalf was leading them on. Now, here they were, in the midst of grass practically up to her neck. And muck, squishing uncomfortably between her toes. She longed for the comforts of a dark room and a clean bed and just two or three more hours of blesséd sleep.

Relief flooded over her as she caught sight of the cabin. She blinked the sunlight from her eyes as she entered, accustoming her eyes to the dimness of the interior.

'AAh! A bench!' she sighed to herself and sat down on the one by the front window. Someone, a Ranger, came up to her and offered her a mug of the good, strong coffe whose aroma permeated the room. Accepting it gratefully, she sipped it slowly, willing its promised energy into her.

Glancing about the room, she counted eleven Rangers. 'Interesting! I don't think I've ever seen so many gathered in one place. I wonder what this meeting is about? With so many Big Folk here, I wonder why I was needed?' She decided to just sit quietly and learn as much as she could.

She could just hear a Ranger and Gandalf discussing some opening business about an expected letter, when she saw the Ranger go pale and say something in an apologetic tone. The blood drained from Gandalf's face and he seemed quite taken aback. The hobbit thought to creep closer to hear more clearly, but Gandalf's voice rose, and the hair on her scalp prickled from the force of his voice raised loud in anger.

"That bug must have been a servant of the Enemy, like the crebain that followed us on our way here. Why, had I that foul insect within my reach, I'd squash it into the ground so thoroughly with my heel that the tread of my footprint would remain sealed there until the end of the Age!"

In the awful silence of the room, the sharp intake of breath from the hobbit was quickly followed by the crash of her mug to the floor.

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry calmly handed Holly a towel to mop up the spilt coffee, and a bin for the broken pieces of stoneware, one or two of which she picked up herself.

Gandalf, surely as The Shire is often overlooked by those who seek power, so too would such a small creature as this be an unlikely pawn of an Enemy. No doubt it was simply following its way, satisfying its hunger and protecting itself.

Let not your anger wreck vengeance, but rather seek ways to redress the loss. Could the path be retraced and a second letter sought? Or now must our steps be sent a different way, not to Tharbad?

As she spoke, Bethberry lit two of the beeswax candles. Their scent spread a sweet aroma through the air and their light illuminated the dark walls of the cabin, shining off spider webs in the corners even.

[ July 30, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

[piosenniel]

Bird had not gone with the others to the meeting with the Rangers. Her injuries had kept her abed . . . at least until Bethberry got back to check on the progress of her recovery. She was tired of lying in bed and fretful at being all alone.

A knock at the door broke the path of her thoughts. 'It's open!' she croaked, through her still sore throat.

Olo stood at the doorway, large tray covered with a clean white cloth balanced on his right hand, and a flask secured in his left.

'Begging your pardon, Miss Bird', he said as he entered and placed the tray on the table near Bird's bed, 'but Miss Holly asked that I made sure you got something to eat for your lunch.' He took the cloth from the tray, revealing fresh rolls from the kitchen, along with slices of rich, yellow cheese, and smoked ham, thinly sliced, from a neighboring farm. Some pickles and a small jar of the cook's special mustard rounded out the main part of the meal. There were also a small cluster of chilled, sweet grapes and thin ginger cookies for her sweet-tooth.

Bird clapped her hands in delight, an action which she immediately regretted as her bruised arms protested.

'Oh, and yes,' he said, 'here's something to wash it down with.' He unstoppered the flask, and the enticing smell of spiced wine permeated the room. Forks, knives, plates, and cups were brought in by the kitchen boy who had followed Olo up the stairs.

Bird popped a few grapes in her mouth and motioned for Olo to pull up a chair and join her. He poured her a cup of wine and toasted her return to health.

Well into the meal, Bird looking relaxed and approachable, he leaned forward and regarded her. 'Might I ask you a question, Miss Bird?' he said.

She shook her head 'yes', and munched on a cookie, occasionally dipping it into the wine.

'Well, I understand from Miss Holly that you and she have been friends for sometime.' Another nod of the head encouraged him on. 'Do you think you could see your way to telling me a little about her? She seems very well-travelled . . . for a hobbit.'

He leaned back in the chair, sipping on his cup of wine, and awaited her reply.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Somewhere in the distance came the sound of ceramic shattering and smithereens scudding to a halt. Then came the healing flowing lilt of Bethberry's words, and at this, Gandalf raised his head and answered at last. *

Well now, better that the letter's fallen into the wrong stomach, than into the wrong hands. smilies/smile.gif

* The hush dispelled, people resumed taking their seats, with shufflings of booted feet and brief pleasantries exchanged among rangers from neighboring vicinities creating a gentle murmuring music, like a fresh tide coming in after a sudden change in the wind. *

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Podo Cotton hummed to himself as he walked to the stable after a satisfyingly late second breakfast. It was getting towards lunch time, but Podo didn't want to spend ALL his profit on meals at the Trade Inn of Sarn Ford. (Which is why he unobtrusively snatched a handful of ham and cheese from the large silver tray of a passing gentle-Hobbit who was climbing up the stairs just as Podo was coming down.) He'd lick the stray bits of mustard from his fingers once he'd secured the money-box in his pony cart and gotten underway. *

* Entering the stable, Podo saw a pony cart similar to his with a charming freshly-groomed pony. Nearby were two tall, gleaming steeds ... both noble-looking, though the black had a curious fire in his eyes. Podo greeted his own brown pony with a cheery wave and a "Hullo Hardwin!" Seeing hay scattered around in neighboring mangers and water in neighboring troughs, Podo filled Hardwin's manger and trough with this nearby supply of food and drink, setting his latched wooden box in the back of his cart. *

* The other pony and the civilized-looking steed gave short whinnies of displeasure, pacing back and forth a few steps. The black horse whinnied as well, then strode forth to Hardwin's trough and took a long drink before moving to Hardwin's manger and helping himself to its hay. *

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[Birdland]

Birdie put her feet up on the table and waved the hand holding the ginger cookie in the air. "Holly Stoor the Tinker Lass? Now there's a tale. Not many halfling ladies would do the things that dear Holly has done."

"Her dad and ma had a little store in some backwater little hamlet in the South Farthing...Hiccup?...Pinesup?..."

"Pincup." corrected Olo gently

"Aye! That's it. Pincup. Well, when Holly's ma and dad passed on, Holly had the store for her own. But as is often the case, her family didn't actually own the building where the store was at. It was on the land of some folks called the Sacksville-Baggins. A grasping group of kinfolk who apparently own half the farthings, and are working on the other half."

"So one day their son and heir comes riding up on his pony and announces that the family plans to raise the rent on the sorry little place. Now of course, Holly was barely making ends meet with her little business, and of course, that weasely son was willing to negotiate, seeing as he had had his eye on our Holly for some time."

"Well, Holly seemed to be in a fix: either take up with that scheming Sacksville-Baggins, or close shop and go live off the kindness of distant relations. But since neither of these things suited Holly's nature, she chose a third way. She threw the key in that boy-o's face, and told him to take his building and to the Void with him."

Olo laughed uproariously at this part. "So she took to the road, did she?"

"Ai-ya, packed up what little stock she had on that pony of hers and took to the tinkering life. Hasn't done badly at it, and she travels quite freely around the Westlands; that is, in the areas where it's not too dangerous to go."

Bird reached for another cookie and poured another glass of wine. "Now you'll also notice that Holly is a right-fair limner. Has been since she was a small lass. She could probably do a lot better with her drawing then her tinkering if she tried, but aside from the odd inn sign or baby portrait, she doesn't get much work in that line. People who have the silver pennies for a good cooking pot seldom have the extra scratch for a drawing, no matter how good."

"I suppose she could go to a larger town or city, and work her craft there." said Olo

"Well, Elves and Dwarves pretty much have the market in those places. People in those large cities want art, they'll say: 'I want something Elven' or 'Get me a dwarf smith!' Not many of them are looking for Halfling handiwork, though I'd hold Holly's art up against any of those other races."

"So there you have her tale. I've known Holly for a few years now, having met her through my own wanderings. A better friend and companion you could never meet. And more traveled then most of your folk, I must say."

Bird reached for the wine jug again. "But of course, she's not as well traveled as me."

[ July 31, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* The cabin lapsed into a more relaxed silence now as a tall, lithe ranger with blonde hair and sea-blue eyes stood at the front. His dark-blue cloak frayed at the edges and his boots more mud than leather was in stark contrast to his faithfully-polished sword and scabbard. Introducing himself as Vincamir, he began to speak. *

Gentlemen ... and ladies. * he said, bowing in the direction of Bethberry and Holly. * We are all here, affected in some way by the troubles along the roads, coming ever nearer the Shire's borders. I've a map to pass around, marked with the recent locations of theft, attack, and in the case of a wagon gone missing, suspected kidnap or death. Take a close look, and add any information as will help us plan a stronger defense.

[piosenniel]

Bird became more loquacious the more Olo poured the wine for her. He sat politely and listened to her tales of adventure. 'She really is quite the adventuress!' he thought to himself. 'What an interesting life you have, Miss Bird!' he said out loud to her. Then, redirecting her attention gently he asked, 'I wonder, have you ever had any adventures with Miss Holly?'

He waited for her to answer, but the wine had finally gotten to her. Her head lay lolled back on the pillow, and a soft snore issued from her lips. Taking the coverlet from the end of the bed, he placed it over her, taking the now empty cup from her fingers.

He placed the cups, utensils, and dishes on the bare tray, along with the empty flask, and took them downstairs to the kitchen.

'Best check on the horses.' he said to himself, as he exited the kitchen's door.

[ July 31, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[piosenniel]

Holly took the map with a 'thank-you' to the Ranger, and oriented herself on it. She was alarmed to see the number of strange incidences logged on it, and the fact that many were clustered about the The Shire, made her increasingly uneasy.

She traced with her finger the route of one of her trips late last autumn. She had travelled with Peri to Crickhollow, and thought to pass through the hedge there into the Old Forest. There was a particular quality of light at that time of year that she wanted to capture as it played upon the silent trees. The Forest had been even more quiet than she remembered it, as she recalled now - except for the occasional harsh croaks of birds which seemed to proceed her as she made her way in to a small glade. She recalled the pale light as it sifted down through the branches of the trees surrounding the glade, and something niggled at the back of her memory.

'That was it!' she thought to herself. ''It was the birds, small, black, which had glided on silent wings to perch in the boughs and look at her. She had wondered at their great number, thinking it strange that they hadn't flown to warmer lands for the coming winter. They had stayed and watched her until she finished her sketching and made her way back to the Hedge. Again the call of one proceeded her to the outskirts of the Forest. Peri had been nervous, she now remembered, during the time spent among the trees, but she had passed that off as just the ususal sense of gloom felt among those old trees.

Now she felt as if he had sensed something else. Perhaps she should tell the Rangers about the birds.

[piosenniel]

Olo had come down to the stable just in time to see a familiar hobbit face driving off in a pony cart. It was Podo, and he gestured briefly in greeting and then rolled on down the road at an unhurried pace, moneybox clinking as he drove over bumps on the path.

Olo waved back at the retreating figure, and entered the stable to see to the horses. He led them all out and put them into the large corral, where they might wander about safely while he mucked out the stalls again and put down a fresh layer of hay.

He was just finished raking out the old hay, and disposing of it, when he spied something small and shiny gleaming in the dirt where Podo's cart had recently been parked. Olo bent down to investigate, and picked up the flat, round, gold object with his fingers. 'A coin!', he thought to himself. He ran out of the stable to hail Podo, to see if it was his lost money, but saw no sight of the now gone merchant.

'Strange,' he thought, rubbing the ground-in dirt off the face of the coin,'this doesn't look like any coin I've seen around these parts.' It was small, and irregular in it's roundness, with a crudely stamped picture on each side. One side held the rudely done image of a sailing ship, while the other side bore the face of a man with the letters CSTMR stamped below it.

'I'll bet Holly or Miss Bird will know where it's from.' he said to himself. He stuck it in his pocket, intending to show it to them later.

He rounded up the horses and led them down to a grassy knoll near the river, where they might run about freely, and pick at the grass as they wished. Olo sat down, back against a tree, and watched them while he smoked a pipe or two and daydreamed.

[Birdland]

Birdie woke with a start to find halfling and tray gone from her room. She smiled to herself, thinking of the not-so-unusual interest the young groom had taken in her friend. But this one seemed to be a little more worthy of Holly's attention. A bright lad, perky but not overly exuberent, with a good head on his shoulders. And he certainly was a good listener!

Bird stretched and rose, and tried to shake the cobwebs of herbs and wine from her head. Skin-changers may not have the recovery powers of hobbits, but most could take a beating and spring back fairly quickly. She decided to get up and go outside. The morning sun might do her aching bones some good.

After a quick wash-up from the pitcher of water on the nightstand, she reached for her clothes and shook her head ruefully. They were the worse for wear after her "adventure", and hadn't been in that great a shape before. She searched her pockets for the few silver coins she had left and wondered if there was a rag-and-bone man in the area who might sell her some second-hand finery.

"Perhaps Olo could tell me of someone," she thought, as she futilely brushed off her garments and hung them by the fire for a moment. Giving it up as a lost cause, she slowly dressed and made her way down the stairs.

Going into the yard, she found a sunny bench and sat down to watch the action of guests preparing for their departures, and the antics of a kitchen-lad stalking a chicken for tonight's special. There was no sign of Bethberry, Holly, or Gandalf, which was a relief. She supposed they were still at this "meeting", and while normally Bird was ready for any gossip or information that Holly might bring back to her, she worried whether the subject of hungry insects had come up on the agenda.

Then she spied Olo sitting under a tree across the yard, having his morning pipe, and got up to speak to him about the chance of a bedraggled traveler purchasing some good, cheap used clothes. Or perhaps a darning needle and thread?

[piosenniel]

Olo scrambled to his feet as Bird approached. 'Ms Bird!' he said, smiling 'Good to see you up and about!' He offered her a hand to help her seat herself beneath the tree, and then offered his bag of leaf and an extra pipe to her.

'May I offer you something to drink?' he said, holding out his leather flask to her, once she had gotten her pipe filled and lit.

She looked at him in surprise.

He laughed, and assured her, 'It's only the good,sweet water from the Inn's well! Nothing more!'

[Birdland]

Bird sat down under the tree, admiring the careful grooming that Olo had done on the horses, and drinking the water gratefully.

She delicately wiped her mouth on her sleeve, then asked the halfling: "Olo, the clothes on my back have seen some hard traveling. Do you, perhaps, know if there is a rag man about where I might buy some new garments and a good cloak?"

"Of course!" said Olo, jumping up and brushing the leaf litter from his pants. "The innkeeper himself keeps a goodly stock of garments, mostly left behind by travelers who had to vacate their rooms in - well - a bit of a rush, for one reason or another. Since we get few ladies traveling through these parts, and his wife is so fat she would probably not fit into most of the things left behind, there's bound to be some fine things in the storeroom. Let's go take a look"

This sounded more promising then Birdie had expected. She followed Olo back into the inn, where the innkeeper unlocked a back storeroom, and bid Birdie to look at her leisure and let him know when she had made her choices.

There was an amazing selection, many of the garments were of the finest quality, and Bird wondered that people who could afford such fine garments would feel the necessity to skip out on their tab in such a hurry that they would leave all their luggage behind. She looked longingly at a beautiful embroidered cloak trimmed in fur, and a surcote of the finest Elven weave. But such things would never hold up on the trails and backroads that the skin-changer traveled. They were meant for fine ladies with homes and hearths. Reluctantly, she let them drop.

But in short order, she had found a simple but finely made split riding skirt, more than suitable for walking, or riding, if Bird should ever own a horse again, which seemed unlikely. A very suitable black bodice, and two shyrts soon followed. Then a simple, but warm and soft green cloak. Hose and some soft but sturdy boots finished the ensemble. The boots were probably made for a boy, but they were too good to let go, and fitted Birdie's small feet just fine. (Though she envied her friend Holly, who never had to worry about the expense of footwear.)

The innkeeper came back in, and studied the small pile that Bird had set aside. "Twelve silver pennies for the lot. And a better deal you'll not find. Those clothes are made of the finest materials. Couldn't do better if you traveled to Minas Tirith."

Bird fingered the coins in her pocket. Count as she could, they only added up to ten silver pennies, and even if the innkeeper agreed to the price, it would take every bit of money she had. She reluctantly picked up the boots, preparing to put them back.

"Pray, Miss Birdie, allow me." Olo gallantly pulled a golden coin from his pocket. "I had a bit of a windfall in the stable this morning, and I would be more than pleased to lend the price of 12 silver pennies to a friend of Miss Holly's." Bird started to protest, but he waved his hand, saying "If ever you pass through again, you can repay me, if only with more tales of your adventures."

Olo flipped the golden coin to the innkeeper, who studied it, then bit it, before turning to get change for the halfling. But suddenly Bird, who had been looking at the gold piece as well, (having seen so few of them) grabbed his arm and exclaimed "Olo! Where did this coin come from?"

[Bêthberry]

The map drew a sombre response from Bethberry.
Too many grievous incidents are recorded here. And yet not enough. Ranger, you report only the incidents of men and elves. More worrisome are also the elements of the natural world which harbour fear and unrest. Several times in the past year there have been whispers of a dark shadow passing unseasonably across the light of the sun and I myself have seen a black wind overtake the day's balmy breeze--not commonly or regularly, but more often than is comfortable. Taken together, these omens are not fair harbingers. (OOC: Posting from the TV in our hotel room. Cool, but the keyboard is a pain.)

[ August 04, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

[Gandalf_theGrey]

Alas, Vincamir! My companions and I have yet more incidents to add to your map in addition to the groanings of nature that Bethberry describes.

Thankfully we survived, though with bloodshed and injury. Our adversaries did not fare so well, as several were killed. One you might still capture alive ... * Gandalf smiled with wry humor. * Just north on the Andrath Greenway from Sarn Ford, you'll find a wretch who's spent the night shuddering too high in a tree to climb down safely. Where that tree is, mark on the map an encounter with a band of eight or nine waylayers.

The night before, just below the South Downs, we encountered a Black Rider, whom we defeated after heavy battle. I seem to have befriended its horse, Midnight. * Gandalf picked up his pipe from the floor. Putting it back in his mouth and relighting it, he would say no more about the Black Rider. There were general gasps of astonishment from the assembled Rangers, many in recognition of the enormity of the danger, a few at the improbability of taming a horse from Mordor. *

* One pair of Ranger eyes in particular met the wizard’s gaze at these last tidings. Gandalf bowed his head in deference to this solemn-cloaked Ranger, approaching along the cabin wall for a few discreet words before Vincamir resumed speaking. *

As darkness comes, precisely then it is that the embers of anticipated fire shall be stirred anew against it, Aragorn. ... Any word on Gollum? Have you seen him?

...

[ August 04, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

[Birdland]

Olo was startled at Birdie's reaction to the strange coin, and stammered "I found it on the floor of the stable. I thought it had been lost by that Podo fellow, and I tried to catch him, but he was too far down the road." Olo turned to the innkeeper with a worried look on his honest face. "I didn't steal it."

"Nay, Master Olo", the innkeeper said, waving his hand dismissively, "I've known you long enough to not suspect such a thing of you. A lucky find you had, and that Halfling merchant should take more care with his money belt if he doesn't want to share his wealth with others."

"Oh, Olo," said Bird, "that's not what I meant at all. It's just that...that's a Southern piece, isn't it? How did it come here?" Birdie lowered her voice at the last, as if she feared that a wild, Southern Corsair would jump in the window with cutlass waving.

The innkeeper studied the piece more closely, "Aye, it's Southern. And you don't see such coin often around here. From what I hear, those folk are more likely to take than give. But I have one other in my till right now, which that Mr. Podo used to pay his tab. Had me weigh it most carefully, he did, and made sure he got the change owed him to the last pittance. Then left without so much as tipping the pot-boy."

But then the innkeeper shrugged, flipped the piece in the air, and caught it with a wink.
"But as I always say: 'Gold has no country'...least not 'til it 'lands' in your pocket, eh?" he laughed at his joke and left the storeroom, calling back over his shoulder, "I'll have your change in a half-a-minute, Mr. Olo."

Olo looked up at Birdie, who was chewing her lip with worry as she gathered up her bundle. "Miss Birdie, do you really think that was a Southern coin?"

"You saw it, Olo. It said 'Castamir', on it, plain as day. And surely even in the Michel Delving you've heard of HIS folk." Olo nodded his head solemnly, remembering fireside tales of long-ago battles and the treacheries of Men.

"Well", sighed the skin-changer, "If that Podo is having dealings with the likes of them, let's just hope he's doing it far, far from here." She gathered up her "new" clothes, thanked Olo again for the loan, and went off to change.

[ August 09, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[piosenniel]

Holly sat and fidgeted on the bench. She was worried about her friend Bird, and she was finding the interminable talk of the rangers and the wizard becoming quite tedious despite the seriousness of the topic.

Bethberry glanced at the hobbit, who had just changed her position and yawned silently once again, and leaned over, speaking quietly to her. 'Perhaps you should go stretch your legs a bit! There will be more talk yet to come.'

Holly blushed at being caught out, and mouthed a thank-you to Bethberry. Standing up from her seat, she made her way quietly to the door of the cabin and went out on to the porch. Seeing a small patch of sun in the clearing just before the cabin steps, she walked into it and gave a large stretch and a satisfied 'Ah!'

'Escaping again, halfing?' came the amused voice from the shadows of the trees on the side of the clearing. A ranger stepped into view and smiled at her. She recognised him as the one who had been guarding the Inn last night. He had obviously been set as guard again today.

'I am not your prisoner, sir!' came her steely reply. Her eyes flashed in the sun as she faced him, hands on hips. 'I am Holly Stoor, one of the Free Peoples, if you might remember. And I would thank you not to interfere with me again!'

He bowed low to her, his face having become more serious. 'I beg your pardon, Miss Holly!' came his reply. 'I did not mean to offend you. I know all too well that you are one of the Free Peoples, and I intend to do my part to see it stays that way.' His young face took on a troubled look, as if some shadow had passed over it. 'But I forget my own manners, I am Vorondil, newly a ranger of Ithilien, sent by my captain to strengthen the watch in this area. Could we not set our past history aside, and start afresh as friends?'

She looked him up and down, gauging the sincerity in his voice and stance, then offered him her hand in friendly agreement. 'Well, then, Vorondil, let's walk about a bit. You need to be on watch I would imagine, and I need some excercise to clear my head.'

They faded into the trees, and walked in the shadows around the perimeter of the cabin, talking quietly. Vorondil's gaze went ever afar, this way and that, looking for signs of anything amiss. When they had come full circle, they sat in the shade of a large tree, perched, side by side, on one of its gigantic roots. Holly's feet kicked back and forth, free of the ground, as she watched the still talking group in the cabin through the front windows, and heard the low murmur of their conversation and argument.

'Vorondil?' she said, 'About that map the rangers have, I think I need to tell you about something I remembered from last autumn.'

He looked at her, expectantly. She told him about the birds. He nodded, his face serious, at her telling of the story, then promised he would see her encounter be noted on the map.

[piosenniel]

The words of Miss Bird kept turning over and over again in Olo's mind and they brought him no comfort: "Well, if that Odo is having dealings with the likes of them, let's just hope he's doing it far, far from here." He was sorely afraid that 'the likes of them' were indeed coming too close to his corner of the country for comfort.

He sat in a chair in the common room, and thought long and hard about the strange comings and goings that had been happening just in that area lately - the dark, unfriendly traffic on the roads, the increase in rangers he had noted recently, the fact that a small travelling group had come specifically to speak with those rangers. His thoughts turned to Holly, and he wondered how much danger she might be placing herself in. He wondered if she even understood the grim picture that was beginning to reveal itself to him.

He got up from his seat, feeling a sudden unease come over him. Running upstairs, he pounded on Bird's door.

'Miss Bird! Miss Bird! Open up! It's Olo!'

A displeased face appeared through the crack of the barely opened door. 'Olo! What are you making such a racket about? I'm just trying on my new clothes. You can't come in!'

Undeterred, the insistent hobbit pushed the door open. Blushing, he shut his eyes tight, and said to the now darkness before him, 'Please, Miss Bird. I have a bad feeling about things. We need to find Miss Holly!'

[Birdland]

Birdie sighed, then retreated behind a screen. "You can open your eyes now, before you break something and I have to pay for it." Olo peaked furtively, then with relief sought a chair on the far side of the room.

"Look, Mistress Holly has gone off to attend some kind of 'moot' thing with Gandalf, Bethberry and those Rangers. I have no idea just where their little gathering is being held, and I don't want to know. But if she's in the company of Rangers, and that Gandalf - who seems to be everything that's said about him, and then some - then you have no cause to be worrying for her health. 'Safe as houses', they say, an expression I've never understood myself, but I think we can assume that nothing is going to happen to Holly today. As for tomorrow..." Birdie just shrugged. Did anyone really know about tomorrow?

"There!" she said, stepping out from behind the screen, How do I look?"

Olo said the usual complimentary phrases; having been raised with a passel of sisters, he knew them all. And he had to admit that the strange little woman did look a sight better than she had before. Birdie whirled with delight and said "I feel like I have a new skin!"

"A new what?" said Olo with amusement.

"Oh, never mind", said Birdie hastily. "Now if you can do one more thing for me, Olo: can you tell me if there is a walnut tree about?"

"A walnut tree? Whatever for?"

"Never mind. Just say that I intend to pay you back those 12 silver pennies. And I have a never-fail way of going about it."

[piosenniel]

Olo thought over Bird's words. He would just have to take her word for it that Holly would be safe, seeing as how he had no idea either of where the group had gone. 'Nothing to do but wait.' he said to himself. But once the group had gotten back to the inn, he intended to stick to her side like glue.

He sighed. Bird poked him on the arm and repeated her question about the walnut tree.

'Walnut tree? Oh, yes, I know where one is.' He looked her outfit over again. 'Best you dress a little less "pretty", Miss Bird. It's a long hike, through an old overgrown orchard not too far from here. You'll be wanting some good boots, and sturdier clothes, if you catch my drift.' He turned back toward the door. 'I'll just wait outside for you if you don't mind.'

He stood on the landing, scratching his head speculatively. 'Walnuts? Silver pennies? What's one got to do with the other, I wonder?!'

[Birdland]

Olo and Birdie waded through the high, soft orchard grass, and walked towards an old hedgerow where the halfling said the walnut tree grew.

"But Miss Birdie, I still don't understand why you need me there?"

"To show everyone how easy the game is! You just pick the shell that the pebble is under, and that will get other people interested in guessing as well."

But what if I guess wrong?"

Oh, you won't guess wrong! This is your lucky day, isn't it? You found a whole gold piece, now, didn't you?"

Yes, a gold piece from the land of the Usurper. I have to wonder how lucky that can be? And I'm still worried about Holly."

"She'll be fine. By the time we get back, her and the others will probably be back at the inn having second lunch, or whatever you call it. There should be quite a crowd around."

I still don't see how you can make any money, if this game is so easy."

"Well, Olo, friend - not everyone can be as lucky as you today. By the time dinner is being served, I'll have those 12 silver pennies to hand you. And perhaps a little somthing for myself, as well." murmured Birdie under her breath.

"Well, there it is." Olo pointed to a high, ancient walnut tree, marking the boundary of the orchard. They were almost there.

[piosenniel]

Olo had Bird give him a hand up as he climbed the tree. She wanted walnuts of a uniform shape and color, and he spent a long time dropping down nuts for her persusal.

He had plenty of time to think while his hands sought out the nuts. Something had stirred in his memory when she had talked about how she was going to make money using the shells.

He was just a tiny hobbit lad when a troop of travelling performers making their way to the Prancing Pony in Bree had stopped at his family farm near Michel Delving. One of their carts had broken down, and they had spent several days at the farm while his father and older brothers worked on the repairs. During the days, they would help out with chores about the farm, but in the evenings, after supper, they would practice their various arts and entertain the family.

Now one of these fellows, as he recalled, had played a quick fingered game of hiding a small round stone under one nut shell half while mixing it in with a number of other identical appearing shells on the table in front of him. He would then set up a patter of constant, rhythmic talking while moving the shell halves about in a mesmerizing pattern. Try as he might, Olo could never quite catch which shell the stone was under.

That is, until the fellow asked Olo if he might like to help 'entertain' the good folk of his family by assisting him. He proved a quick learner and soon both he and the fellow had gotten quite good at drawing his family members in and tricking them.

It was all in fun, of course, and Olo was quite proud of his part as assistant. His father, later, however, had pulled him aside and talked to him gently of how such a game and such 'tricking' could be harmful if done in only for greedy purposes.

'Now what was that word the fellow had used to name the assistant?' he thought to himself. He jumped down from the lowest branch with the last of the needed walnuts, and the sharp contact with the ground jogged his memory.

'Miss Bird!' he said, somewhat aghast, 'You don't mean to make me your shill, do you?'

[Birdland]

Bird was examining the walnuts carefully, choosing the most perfect and largest. She glanced up at the young halfling and said, "Shill? Now where did you hear such a word?"

"From my father. He said what we are doing is wrong."

Bird took a small knife from her pocket, and proceeded to halve the walnuts. Handing Olo a nut piece, she asked "How can it be wrong? I'm good at this game. I've practiced it for years. If someone wants to challenge my skill, is that wrong? If there were a shooting contest, and I was the better archer, would that be wrong? Or if I had the better nag in a horse race, would that be wrong?"

Bird brushed the chips and dirt from her skirt, and looked down at Olo "But, my friend, I am not an archer, or a horseman. Nor a merchant, warrior, or scribe. I'm just one of many, trying to make their way in the world best as they can. I have other skills that I could use to my benefit, if I so chose. But I don't. Because THAT would be wrong. Very, very wrong."

"Miss Birdie, you don't have to repay me those pennies. I gave them freely. I hardly feel they were mine in the first place."

"Oh, they're yours, all right. Remember? 'Gold has no country!'" Olo laughed as the woman did a perfect imitation of the old innkeeper. "Besides, I always repay my debts. But you don't have to play along if you don't want to. I 'spect you'll have other things to occupy you when Holly and the others get back."

Bird checked out the sun, and said, "C'mon then. The others may be heading back soon, and I want to get this show underway before those Rangers return."

"Now why is that, Miss Bird?" said Olo with a grin.

"Because, dear Olo, they can play the game better than me."

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O.O.C. - I would have made it Three Card Monte, but I wasn't sure if they had poker decks in Middle-Earth. smilies/biggrin.gif

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[piosenniel]

The meeting was taking a brief break. Most of those attending had come out to the porch and the area in front of the cabin for a breath of fresh air and a chance to stretch their legs.

Holly saw Bethberry just stepping off the porch, and beckoned her over.

'Bethberry, this is my friend, Vorondil, newly a ranger of Ithilien.' she said presenting him to Bethberry. He inclined his head toward her, and said how pleased he was to meet her in return.

Bethberry looked closely at his face, and, smiling, asked Holly, 'Friend, is it now? I don't think that is how you referred to him las night, or am I mistaken?!'

'That was an unfortunate misunderstanding.' said the hobbit hastily. 'Yes, on both our parts.' added the young ranger.

Vorondil and Bethberry chatted for a while, and Holly took the opportunity to seek out Gandalf. She found him, sitting on the steps, just getting ready to smoke a pipe.

'Gandalf,' she asked politely,'do you think it might be possible for me to go back to the inn to see about Bird. I'm still quite worried about her. I've told that ranger over there about what I've seen that may be suspicious, and I was hoping my presence here wouldn't be needed any longer. Though I'll stay if you think it necessary, of course.'

He looked at her, and smiled. 'Now how do you propose to get back to the inn? You looked so tired when we were walking here, I doubt you can recall the route.'

She thought furiously about the trip, but he was right - her memory of it was clouded by her lack of sleep.

It was then a voice broke through her thoughts. 'I can show her the way, if you like, sir. I'm off duty now, and would be happy to accompany Holly back to the Inn.'

Holly introduced Vorondil to Gandalf, and Gandalf gave her leave to go, saying that he would fill her in later on anything she might need to know.

She thanked him, and then saying good-bye to Bethberry, she made her way back to the inn, ranger in tow.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Gandalf used the short break to think over Bethberry's words about the destroyed letter ... seek ways to redress the loss. Could the path be retraced and a second letter sought? Or now must our steps be sent a different way, not to Tharbad? ... The trek to Tharbad could still go as planned, actually. Rivendell wouldn't be too far out of the way when it came time to journey to Lothlórien. Especially if the former war steed Midnight would consent to take him. *

Bethberry, it is kind of you to offer to continue the journey with me, when all the road appears to offer you is hardship.

* Gandalf smiled, bowing to recognize the generosity of his friend. Then the break ended, and all filed back inside the cabin. *

* As for what was to be learned from the Council of Rangers, the main gist of it all was that the tide was turning against the Dunedain, who continued to meet the challenge by sheer dint of drawing the deeper on their reserves of inner strength and determination to fight the good fight in Arda. Trolls were observed as being bolder and shrewder than in former days. Stranger yet, it was rumored that Orcs singly or in small, quiet groups were skulking openly in places where they'd never dared venture so before. Travel was increasingly treacherous. *

* At Vincamir's mention of Maladil Castle, the Ranger looked at Gandalf meaningfully. It was thought that the Castle's very reputation for hauntedness was making its territory an attractive refuge for evildoers. *

Yes, Vincamir. My road still lies South to Tharbad.

* In the middle of the afternoon, the Council ended. Bethberry and Gandalf decided that by the time they arrived back at the Trade Inn to meet up with the others, it would be too late for further travelling this day. They would spend one more night at Sarn Ford. *

* Meanwhile, at around dusk, Podo Cotton arrived in Buckland. This time, he couldn't resist putting one of his plans into action. The Hobbit crept up the lane to his friend Emmy's door, humming a song about picnics and pies. Emeralds for Esmerelda, he murmured, placing an envelope containing three choice green jools on her doorstep. Podo knocked on the door, then flung himself into some bushes to secretly await what would happen. His pony Hardwin and his cart stood a short ways down the lane, submerged by twilight shadows under an overcast sky. *

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[Birdland]

As usual, the trip back to someplace always seems shorter than the trip to someplace. Before Holly knew it she could hear the sounds of the inn yard, and smell the good odors of cooking from its kitchens. Tiredness immediately gave way to hunger.

The noises from the yard seemed particularly loud. The Hobbit and Ranger could hear laughter, shouts and curses, and a strange, rhythmic patter underlying it all. As they rounded the bend of the trail, Holly saw a crowd of people; drovers, merchants, and travelers of all stripes, though mostly poor, gathered around a rough table covered with a scrap of leather. And in the center of it all, her friend Bird stood, smiling and laughing while she kept up a sing-song chant:

"See the pebble, win a penny! Round and round they go. Take your eye away for a second, and you'll never find your way. But if your eye is keen and your mind sharp, your fortune can be made. See the pebble, win a penny!"

Bird's hands flew and hovered over the table, manipulated three small objects over the smooth surface. Then she stopped, hand on hip, and with her fingertip rapidly tapped the objects - one, two, three. A large, unwashed man in greasy leathers peered down at the table, then pointed with his pipe to the right.

"Oh, nothing there this time, but that is Fortune's way. Care to try again sir?" His companions laughed uproariously as the man slapped his hand on the table and fished in his pocket for another coin.

"Oh, no! Birdie!" Holly murmured, looking aghast a the rough crowd centered around her friend. The Ranger Vorodil looked down in amusement at Holly's reaction. "Friend of yours?"

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[piosenniel]

'Friend of mine?', stammered Holly, 'There stands the sick friend I was coming back to check on!'

'Well, it seems she's made an amazing recovery for one with such dire injuries.' His grey eyes fixed on the small figure holding the attention of the crowd, and watched admiringly as her slim fingers manipulated the shells.

The hobbit beside him gasped, 'Oh, no!' as as another player stepped forward to put his money on the leather. But this player had fortune's nod, and picked the shell under which the pea was hidden.

'What's the matter?', asked Vorondil, watching as the game went on.

'It's Olo,' said Holly. 'She's even suckered him into playing. I'm glad he didn't lose his coin!'

'Ah, but he was never meant to lose, and probably that coin was hers to start with.' replied the ranger, chuckling at the skill with which Holly's friend drew in and kept her audience.

Understanding dawned on Holly, and her eyes narrowed at Bird's use of the once straight-forward hobbit. 'Excuse me, if you will, Vorondil. I need to have a few words with Olo, before he falls any further under Bird's wiles!'

'A wise decision, my friend. She looks a dangerous woman to get to know if you don't have your wits about you.' He looked back at Bird, studying her closely. A feral light crept into his eyes, and he smiled slightly.

'My lady!' he called, striding quickly to the front of the crowd. He placed two silver pennies on the leather, and smiled innocently at her. 'I'd like to try my hand at this!'

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[Birdland]

Things were going very well, and Bird knew it. She had earned Olo's twelve silver pennies, and more besides. The crowd was perfect, enjoying the rude entertainment, caught up in the thrill of a gamble, and had not yet crossed the threshold where mutterings of "cheat" and "fishy business" warned Bird to allow a few wins and wrap it up.

She was intent on her game, and only saw a strong, tanned hand lay two silver coins on the table. "My Lady, 'I'd like to try my hand at this!"

Bird smiled, looking up and saying perkily, "Nay, good Sir, no lady, I..." and then she choked, her face blanching white. Before her stood a Ranger. Had he come to arrest her for the destruction of a tasty parchment scroll?

Bird stuttered hoarsely "It's but a penny a chance, M'Lord."

"Then I shall seek my fortune twice." Vorondil said with a smile.

Bird bent her head over the walnut shells, concentrating furiously on the game, so the Ranger could not see her face and perhaps read any signs of guilt there. She did the ritual tap - one, two, three - with extra force, so that the pebbles lodged in the top of the shells all dropped down. "Let him win and be gone!" she pleaded to herself.

Vorondil studied the three walnut shells intently, then glanced up at Bird with a teasing smile. He knew the tricks of most of the montebanks of Middle-Earth, and knew the force of her taps had guaranteed him a win. he drew it out as long as he could, while the crowd around him offered jibes and advice. "Use that Eagle-Eye of yours, Ranger!" called the drover, and his companions laughed and nudged each other. He finally gestured to the right, and Bird lifted the shell, revealing the glittering little brook pebble beneath. "A winner!" she said, with false jollity. "Fortune smiles on you, good Sir." And she hastily pushed two silver pennies towards him.

As she did so, the Ranger grabbed her arm, turning it and studying the still livid bruises that covered it up and down. "My good Lady, how have you received such injuries?" he asked, seemingly with genuine concern.

Bird pushed the rolled-up sleeves of her shyrt down, covering her arms to the wrists. "A fall from a horse, sir. Nothing more." She looked around frantically. Where was Holly?

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[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Birdie looked up, but not at Holly ... rather, at the wizened bearded face of Gandalf, who was next in line. He plunked down a silver piece with coarse good-natured ceremony, smiling as Bird gave a slight jump in time with the clinking of coin on wood. *

Well, on with it then. smilies/smile.gif

* The walnut shells coursed through their hypnotic dance and came to a halt. The crowd of onlookers lightly jostled for position to get a good view, crowding and elbowing and craning their necks, laughing and whispering and questioning what sort of stunt the wizard might pull. *

* Gandalf took up his willow wand to point out the middle shell. Taking careful aim, there was a flash and a crash and the clearing of smoke. The middle walnut shell was now revealed, split in two. Eleven pebbles lay clustered round. *

At the rate of "See a pebble, win a penny," I believe you owe me eleven silver, my dear Bird. By coincidence, I know of eleven hungry rangers who are in need of meat and drink this evening. Kindly see that they are provided for. Meals shall have to be delivered, since the rangers are on patrol and cannot all be spared to eat together inside the Trade Inn.

* Gandalf bowed gallantly with arms outstretched and empty. When he stood back up, he presented a bouquet of asphodel, niphrodel, and elanor to Birdland. *

[piosenniel]

Holly had Olo pinned against a tree, the front of his shirt grasped firmly in her left hand, and her right hand gesticulating furiously. Her voice was low and insistent, and Bird could make out none of the mostly one-sided conversation. What perturbed her though was that occasionally Holly would look her way and point, and then seem to hammer some further point home to Olo.

For his part, though, Olo was holding his own in the interchange. Once again his experience of having many sisters to deal with kept him calm and firm in his insistence that he knew it was wrong what Miss Bird was doing, but he had agreed to help her anyway in hopes he could keep her out of too much trouble. 'And speaking of trouble', he said, 'there is a Ranger with her now, and it looks to be the same as kept us from going out of the inn last night. Perhaps we should go over and head him off.'

Holly took a deep breath and let go of his shirt. She looked to where Bird stood, and saw Vorondil had hold of her wrists. 'By the One!' she thought to herself. 'What does he think he's doing now?! And look at poor Bird, she's gone white as a sheet!'

'We'd best get over there!' said Olo. 'She looks like some poor rabbit facing a grinning wolf.' He grabbed Holly's hand and hurried her along.

Before they could reach the Bird, the Ranger had stepped aside, and now Gandalf stepped up to take his turn at the game. She saw a puff of smoke and the disbelieving look on her friend's face as eleven pebbles tumbled from the shell.

'Bird?', she said, trying to get the woman's attention, now focused on the bouquet in her hand. 'What's going on?' She looked at Gandalf, his eyes twinkling merrily with laughter; and then at Vorondil, who was having a difficult time maintaining a serious face.

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[Birdland]

Bird looked down at the ruins of the game, pebbles and shells scattered on the table. The crowd was laughing and calling for other feats from the old Wizard.

Tears sprang to Birdie's eyes. It had all been going so well. She could have paid back Olo, and had plenty left to continue her journey, but now this Dunedain and Wizard had spoiled it! What did these nobles know about want, and deprivation, and trying to be a small woman making her way in the world alone? Nothing. The just saw a cheat and montebank who needed correction by her betters. And she had done nothing wrong! Everyone was having such a good time until these two had come along. And now they would take everything from her.

Bird jerked her arm from Vorondil's grasp, fumbled in her pocket for the winnings, and threw them at Wizard and Ranger. "There! Take it then. Take it all! And may your food choke you!"

She pushed her way through the crowd, and weeping miserably, ran off from the inn into the surrounding forest. She was ruined.

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[Bêthberry]

Just as Esmerelda was taking the buckleberry pies from her stone oven, a knock on her door was heard.

Good gracious me, who could that be at this hour? If I didn't know better, I would think it was Podo, drawn here by the aroma of my pies. But he has been long gone on his trading travels, said Esmerelda to herself, somewhat sadly.

Dusting flour from her hands, Esmerelda opened the door cautiously. No one was about. As she stepped out farther, her eye caught sight of a white bit of paper, left on the third stone in front of her door.

Curiouser and curiouser she said as she stooped to retrieve what turned out to be an envelope, heavy for its size. But opening it she was made speechless, not a small feat for a hobbit as garrulous as Esmerelda Hamwich of Buckleberry Fern.

Three deep green stones, each cut differently, winked at her from the creamy white envelope. Esmerelda had seen similar stones at the Mathom House in Michel Delving. She, Podo, and her cousin Orangeblossom had taken a trip there once and she had learnt what her name meant. Esmerelda touched each stone gingerly, almost unbelievingly, as if the touch would prove them real. They were. Suddenly, she folded them into the paper tightly and hid them in a pocket under her apron. Speaking to the twilight air, she asked,

Who would bring a busybody such as me such mathoms? It could only be my neighbour, returned from his trading journey. Podo, Podo Cotton of Overhill, is it you? You always were such a good farmer. Have you really returned so wealthy this time? Are you the one hiding in my elder bush and making its branches nod out of rhythm with the breeze? Only you could have arrived just as my evening baking was finished.

[piosenniel]

Holly trod on the bouquet that had fallen from Bird's hands as she ran toward the forest, grinding the flowers into the dirt. As if a pretty gift could smooth over the hurt she saw in Bird's eyes!

She ground the flowers with her heel once more for good measure, and grabbing a full wineskin from someone caught up in the wizard's tricks, ran after her friend.

She found her, sitting in the shadow of a tree, at the river's edge. She was dry eyed and stared stonily at the passing water.

Holly sat down next to her and took a long pull on the skin, then passed it to her friend.

They sat in silence for a long while, with only the sound of the river to break the silence.

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry had been walking back from collecting herbs in the forest when she saw the shell game suddenly break apart after Gandalf's one, small movement with his wizard's staff, the Ranger standing nearby with a look of concern and interest. Bird shot off into the forest, crying and belittling those of nobility as if they knew no want, followed shortly by Holly, who, to Bethberry's amazement, had stolen a wineskin from one of the spectators and ground into the earth the beautiful flowers which Gandalf had produced for Bird. Bethberry approached the two calmly and not unkindly but with disappointment.

You must indeed be in dire need yourself, Bird, to take the few spare earnings of those who are themselves not wealthy. I saw no rich men nor prominent hobbits in that crowd, only struggling hobbits and those who dedicate themselves to a stern self-discipline. Would you have a chip on your shoulder, to think that rangers and wizards live in a lap of luxury, or that false pretenses can be justified by entertaining those who are gulled? And Holly, your loyalty for your friend is admirable, but how do you know that the wineskin which you helped yourself to is not meant to help an equally needy family?

Bethberry took a seat near Bird and Holly and, opening her leather sac, brought out some white bread and a small pot of honey.

I'm hungry. Will you join me in a small snack?

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[Birdland]

Bird took a swig from the wineskin, and lobbed a small pebble into the stream, waking a drowsy water rat, who took off upstream in a huff.

(O.O.C.- Anyone recognize the tribute to Yeats, there? smilies/biggrin.gif )

"Well, Holly, m'dear, I'll be needing you to fetch my pack from the inn, 'lest that innkeeper throws my things in his storeroom to sell at his leisure."

"Oh, Bird, what were you thinking? How could you do such at thing here, with all these Rangers around us?"

"I needed the money, Holly. Simple as that. I'm in debt to your new friend, Olo. May as well know that, while we're on the subject. Maybe I can do some washing up or kitchen work here for a month or two, 'til I get on my feet again and can be on my way."

Bird took another drink, and made a face. The leather of the wineskin had been poorly cured. "So, how was your meeting? Figured out the fate of Middle-Earth and Over-Heaven, did you?"

"Bird, be serious. Things are happening around here." Holly lowered her voice, "Dire things. Forces are creeping into the West. What kind, they are not certain yet. But things are becoming dangerous."

"Are they now?" said Bird with a snort. "Well, folks in these parts can rest easier, knowing that your precious Rangers are guarding them from the likes of me." The skin-changer picked up a handful of stones and threw them violently into the river. "Of course, that fat Halfling merchant, Podo Cotton, can have dealings with the Southerners right under the noses of that Gandalf and his Dunedain, and ride off back to the Shire with a cartful of Umbar gold for his reward. But at least they know enough to shut down an innocent game of "pea-and-thimble".

"What did you say?" came a voice behind them.

[piosenniel]

Holly had declined the offer of something to eat from Bethberry. She listened to her admonishments and shook her head as if in agreement. Her concern at the moment was for her friend. She had seen her in these low moods before, and knew her actions could become dangerous both to herself and to others.

When the voice spoke from behind, it took the three women by surprise. Bird made to stand and go, feeling crowded already.

Holly put her hand on her shoulder and held her in place, then turned to see who had been eavesdropping.

'I might have known it would be you!' she said. 'Now why are you spying on us? And just how long have you been standing there?'

The Ranger stepped from the shadows. It was Vorondil, and from behind him stepped Olo.

Bird threw another handful of stones in the water, disturbing a passing otter who looked at her and hissed. 'Gee, Holly, I don't remember sending out invitations. Did you?'

'What did you two need?' asked Holly of the hobbit and the Man.

'I, for one, came to apologise to the lady for being so rude in my approach to her.' said Vorondil. He sat down next to them, a look of genuine concern on his face for Bird. 'And to ask her help in a certain matter which she was just discussing with you.' Bird looked at him with a questioning frown.

'Olo has been telling me of the coin he found.' the Ranger continued. 'The fact that it is from the South and that Podo seems to have become increasingly wealthy over this past year concerns me. It bears directly on the problems that were discussed with Gandalf this morning. Is there anything else you might know of this matter either by your own discovery or heard from someone in passing that may be of use to us?'

Holly left the two to talk over the matter, and approached Olo. 'And what are you doing following a Ranger about?' she asked.

'Well, I wanted to make sure you and Miss Bird were alright.'

'Oh!' said Holly, taken by surprise at his simple statement of concern. 'Well, thanks, and we are - alright, that is.' she looked at him in a new light, then shook her head. 'Now what about this coin the two of them are talking about?' She motioned Bethberry nearer. 'You might want to hear this, too. Gandalf should know about this, and I'll probably be busy with Bird for a while.'

'I wish I had never found that curséd coin!' said Olo, and then proceeded to tell them the story of it.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Gandalf solemnly bent down and collected the eleven silver pieces strewn on the ground, strode into the Trade Inn, and ordered eleven servings of mutton stew, bread and butter, and ale. The rangers had gone without lunch that day. Agluchel had spoken of a meager soup of herbs for dinner, as hunting had not gone well. *

* Bethberry standing at the edge of the woods with Birdland, Holly, and Vorondil, looked up at the sound of familiar wingbeats. It was Wryd, and the little metal message container attached to his leg was full. Bethberry fondly stroked Wyrd's head, retrieved the scroll, and read it privately to herself:

Dear Bethberry, The Innkeeper informs me that if meals are to be delivered to folk outside the Inn who wish to keep their location to themselves, help will be required. Might I invite you to accompany me on the mission of delivering dinner to the Rangers this evening? Your help and the pleasure of your company will be tremendously appreciated, and we can look forward to sharing good fellowship with the rangers as well. In friendship, Gandalf *

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[piosenniel]

Having read her message, Bethberry excused herself and went back to the Inn. Holly and Olo followed soon after, leaving Bird and the Ranger still engaged in quiet talk.

'I can't remember when I last had a bite to eat!' said Olo, his stomach grumbling to emphasize the point. He was trying to make light conversation to brighten the mood of the somber afternoon.

Holly was distracted, and said 'Hmmm? . . . me, too.' She stopped for a moment, and chewed her lower lip, thinking. 'But first, there's something I need to do. I can meet you back at the Inn, if you'ld like.'

The day was moving toward evening, and the shadows of the trees grew longer and darker.

'If it's all the same to you, I'll come with you.' said Olo, more as a statement of fact than as a question.

'Suit yourself.' said Holly, turning off the path. 'But hurry, before we lose the light.'

[Bêthberry]

Thinking there was more she could do for the Rangers, Bethberry sought out Gandalf at the Trade Inn.

I will be happy to help you deliver the meals to the Rangers, Gandalf, for I noticed in particular how haggard and weary they were at the meeting. They live with more hardship and deprivation than any of those whose safety they watch over, and with precious little to cover their heads at night. I will return shortly, but leave all plans to your wise discernment.

For the time being, since we are spending another day here, let me seek out some of the more wholesome and nourishing roots, vegetables and berries. I can return to the cottage and give them to the Rangers soon after I forage them, and return here to help you deliver tonight's meals; root vegetable soup can have as rich a sustenance as any stew--as I know you are well aware, my friend.

Gandalf nodded agreement and then watched as Bethberry skipped resolutely out on her forest quest. Foraging took her but an hour or two, and she was able to return to the Inn in plenty of time to help Gandalf deliver the meals with the discretion and stealth needed.

[Birdland]

Vorondil looked down at the troubled woman, staring resolutely at the stream as if she and it were the only ones left in the clearing. In a way, the young Ithilian felt ridiculous standing there, a feeling he was not use to, and did not care for.

It was so much easier dealing with a Haradan warrior or a Rohanian horseman. One knew where one stood. Dealing with women, though? He wondered how his hero, Aragorn, would handle such a situation. Then he smiled to himself. The wizard Gandalf could certainly pick the most confounding travel companions sometimes.

He cleared his throat, and pulled from his satchel a handful of coins, the remainder of the silver that had been strewn in the dust. "Here are your winnnings. I suppose you earned them, in your own way."

She whirled around at that, glaring balefully at the Ranger in a way that would have caused him to draw his sword, if she had been a man. She said with icy politeness, "Pray deliver those coins to the Halfling Olo. I cannot return to the inn."

Volondil bridled at being addressed as if he were an errand boy or page. Then he took a deep breath, and gently leaned down, laying the pile of silver pennies on the edge of her skirt. He wished he could just return to the inn and have his long delayed supper. But he stayed anyway.

Bird looked down at the heap of silver, pride warring with cold reality. Fortunately, pride surrendered the field this time, but waited in the rear, preparing for the next assault.

Bird scooped up the coin and stood up, brushing off her "new" skirt. She then counted out twelve pennies. There were eleven left. "Well", she thought ruefully, "At least I came out ahead in the end." She took the twelve and held them out to the Ranger, who still towered above her. Clearing her throat as well, she said simply, "Please?" And to his surprise, he took them.

At that moment, the high, clear voice of Holly could be heard calling "Bird! Birdie?" Vorondil turned back down the trail, almost with a sense of relief. "It seems that your friend returns with your goods, and you shall not need my my services after all. I hope you will now excuse..." he turned to deliver an ironic bow at his prickly adversary.

And she was gone. Vorondil slapped his thigh in exasperation. "Now see here, Woman! This is not the time or place for such games. Return to the inn with your friends!" The forest was silent except for the singing of the river.

He followed her track for a bare few yards. It ended at a bare boulder huddled in the roots of a massive mulberry tree, half dead, with strangely arm-like branches.

He circled tree and boulder, but there was no sign or hint of a trail. It was as if his quarry had been lifted into the air. At last he returned to the inn by a different route, avoiding the two halfings for the moment.

He did not mention the lost trail to his companions, either.

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[piosenniel]

Holly watched the Ranger look for the trail. She motioned Olo to silence, and they crouched down and waited for the Ranger to leave the area. When she felt he had well and truly gone, she followed the dead end trail herself and sat on the boulder beneath the mulberry tree.

Then she began to talk into the air, and Olo stared at her as if she had gone mad.

'Bird,' said Holly, her feet scuffing in the dust as she sat and chose her words, 'here's how it is - I'm not bringing your stuff to you. In fact, I've put it in my room, and there it will stay until you come and talk to me. I have a big room, and a big bed -- too big, by half, for a hobbit such as myself. And don't get all bent out of shape with your insufferable pride - remember that time two years ago when you pulled me out of a nasty scrape, and took me in, and wouldn't take any payment once I'd gotten back on my feet? Well, that got my pride all ruffled up, too, and you smoothed it over saying "that's what friends of the road do for one another" -- so, let me be your friend now, nothing asked in return.'

She sat there in silence for a while, then got to her feet. She called out over her shoulder as she and Olo started back toward the Inn, 'I'll leave the window open . . . in case you change your mind.'

A leaf dropped onto the trail behind her, unnoticed.

The Ranger, who had circled round to keep an eye on the two hobbits, frowned, and looked at the tree, wondering.

[Birdland]

When you needed to hide, one became a neekerbreeker. When action or escape was called for, the jackdaw was best. But for deep thinking, or a good rest and regrouping, nothing could beat becoming an Ent.

Birdie enjoyed the immense feeling of power, focus and being that came over her when she was in Ent form. So much in fact, that she would only morph into the form when she needed a good night's sleep, or when life seemed to be at its most tumultuous. She seldom used it for defense, and would never use it to attack someone, unless a friend was in need of protection from something truly dire. And the enemy had better be intimidated by sheer size to be effective. Ents were notoriously slow to attack.

But she most enjoyed seeing the world through Ent eyes. It was such a colorful place to be, everything around revealing its glowing essence, from the loftiest peak to the smallest insect scurrying in the grass. She had listened to Holly's invitation while marveling at the light yellow and warm orange surrounding her, with the even brighter yellow of Olo playing a nice compliment. Come to think of it, Ent-Bird had never seen a Hobbit that didn't have SOME yellow.

Now the Ranger was another matter all together; the warm red-orange emanating from him had an undercurrent of green. Very becoming, actually. Bird had always had a soft touch for a red-orange-green man.

Oddly enough, sometimes the Ent-Bird could see the colors of people even when they weren't there. She could definitely sense the crystal light of Bethberry as she wandered the forest, seeking sustanance for the Rangers that she had decided to take under her charge. And to her utter amazement, a blinding white presence was streaming forth from an old wizard smoking a pipe by the fire of the Trade Inn. This was a wizard? Then what WAS a wizard? Bird had never, ever seen a true, pure white come from any being she had met in Middle-Earth. She trembled to think what she may have crossed paths with.

It was at that moment that Bird truly decided to take Holly up on her offer, (though she probably would have anyway.) She would hang around the yard in jackdaw form until the night hid her, then join Holly by her fire to discuss the days events in a calmer frame of mind.

Vorondil did not gasp in amazement; he had been too long in the wilderness to betray his presence in such a careless fashion. But his closed fist rose to his forehead in the old ritualistic gesture as he watched the half-dead mulberry tree - which the halfling had engaged in one-side conversation and addressed by name - melt and shrink before his eyes. Then tree was gone, and in its place a small, black and white crow sat on the boulder. It polished its beak ("HER beak!" he thought wildly), on the rock, ruffled its feathers ("HER feathers!") and flew off in the direction of the inn.

The Ranger turned and ran back to the inn by another route. He must speak with Gandalf.

[piosenniel]

Holly made her way back to the Inn, Olo in tow. He clasped in his hands a small bunch of flowers that Holly had insisted on picking when first they had gone off the path. Some dog-tooth violets, a few tiny wood orchids, and two wild roses from a hedgerow near the Inn made up the wild assortment.

They went in through the kitchen door and Holly begged a small tumbler from the cook to place her flowers in. Having done so, she stole through the common room, and up the stairs to Gandalf's room. She knocked softly on the door, and receiving no answer, opened the door slightly and peeked in . There was a small table by the door, and on it she set the rag-tag bouquet and a note:
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Dear Gandalf,

Please forgive my rudeness this afternoon. Your flowers really were a very thoughtful gift, and I ought not to have trampled on them or spoke ill of your intention. I hope all is forgiven. Your friend, Holly
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'Just one more thing to do.' she said, as she ran back downstairs to the kitchen. She called the cook's-boy to her and asked if he recalled the gentleman she had 'borrowed' the wineskin from this afternoon while the wizard was doing his tricks. The boy reckoned that he did, saying that the man came once a week after market day to buy some wine to take home to celebrate his
success in selling his wares. Holly bought a skin of good Dorwinion wine from the barkeep and bade the boy take it to the man's house, with her apology for taking his earlier. For his efforts, she gave the boy a silver penny for his own. He beamed at her and sped on his way.

She stood in the kitchen doorway as he ran down the road. Olo tapped her gently on the shoulder to draw her attention.

'Now may we eat?' he asked hopefully, 'Or is there something else to get done yet?'

She laughed, and said 'Just one more thing.' His face fell, and she laughed again.

'Just help me get some bread, and butter, and stew, and fruit onto this tray, and we'll share our meal at the table in the courtyard! It's a fine, warm night for it! Oh, and bring a pitcher of the Inn's fine ale and two tumblers. We'll celebrate the end of a very strange day!'

Soon the two hobbits were eating and talking, and the strains of the day fell away from them. Afterwards they saw to the horses, Peri and Midnight, Then, for a while,they sat under the night sky and smoked their pipes, blowing smoke rings within which to capture the twinkling stars.

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[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Podo Cotton abandoned all attempt at stealth. The elder bush rustled, twigs snapped, leaves fell, and out he popped from the middle of it like a jumping jack. Podo bowed in the Hobbit fashion. *

Course it's me, Emmy! Wanted to surprise you, but for you to find out eventually. Forgot to sign my name on the envelope.

* Podo blushed, but didn't waste much time blushing, because the scent of buckleberry pie was heavy and close in the air. Dashing to his pony cart, Podo gave Hardwin a pat. Putting his money box under his arm, Podo then dashed right on through Esmerelda's open door, nearly bowling her over, and sat down at the table. *

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[Gandalf_theGrey]

* After the demise of the shell game, Gandalf waded his way through the crowd. Onlookers grabbed at his hat, staff, and sleeves while calling for more tricks and foolery. Finally, he spent the questionably salvageable remains of the afternoon talking with the Innkeeper of Sarn Ford. At last Bethberry returned from supplying wild turnips, carrots, mushrooms, asparagus, strawberries and blackberries to the rangers who had been too busy in meetings all day to forage for themselves. Neither Bethberry nor Gandalf had the opportunity to return to their respective rooms to rest before dinnertime was upon them. *

* After a short smoke by the fire, Gandalf joined his good friend Bethberry for their own meal of mutton stew before setting forth to deliver dinner to the rangers. They ate in the kitchen, away from curious eyes, but happy to share songs and tales with scullery maids and table lads. Much lore was heard of Bonfire Glade and Withywindle, vanquished dragon and untamed mountain, persistent storm and changing sea. *

* As their guests rose from plate and cup and spoon, the young servants laughed and clapped. Then bowing, they presented Gandalf the Grey and Bethberry Bombadil with stew in wooden bowls wrapped in rawhide containers and bound with strips of leather. There were also brown paper packages of bread and butter, and bottles of ale, placed into larger packs. Enlisting the help of Midnight after offering the horse an apple and carrot as his share in the feast, they placed packs upon the horse and set off once more towards the hidden cabin. Midnight still shone a stunning shade of black from Olo’s careful grooming. *

* Overcast skies gathered themselves into a light, steady rain. *

* Early on, of course, they encountered a ranger right outside the Inn, and with a bow from the wizard, a merry jigging curtsy from Bethberry, and even a bemused whinny from the black steed, presented the ranger with his meal. Vorondil had a strange look in his eyes that made curious both the daughter of the River Daughter and the Grey Pilgrim alike, but Vorondil maintained a wondering silence. *

* Farther on, Gandalf and Bethberry encountered Agluchel and several other rangers along the way, stationed at lookout posts, or walking along the road with eyes and ears peeled for anything amiss, and weapons at the ready. These rangers too received their evening meal with mirthful ceremony. At last they slogged through the shortcut to the cabin door. *

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[Orofacion of the Vanyar]

Night fell upon the forest, the small shack grew darker as the sun set further beyond. Candles were lit about the room, which were small and worn from the nightly use. Arcon sat with two other Rangers as Aragorn stood before them speaking. The Elda had stayed behind to discuss matters of a private sort that required the utmost secrecy, even from his new companions. Aragorn's tale involved in more detail, the hunt for Gollum that he had withheld from the earlier council that afternoon. Arcon nodded as Aragorn told of all his travails, and his brief capture of the creature.

When Aragorn had finished his recount and the issue was discussed with as much detail as possible, another ranger with silver streaks in raven hair spoke up. "Arcon, you have come to hold council with us, have you not?"

"Indeed I have Aurecale, by my lord Cirdan. There has been an incident near Tharbad, not so terrible as merely curious to the elves of Mithlond. I have come to gather whatever information the Rangers have gathered, if any, though I know you lot have a knack for "learning" much in the ways of this area, and further abroad," Arcon said with a friendly smile towards all three Rangers.

As Arcon continued with his inquiry, there came a knock on the small wooden door of the shack. The smell of mutton floated through the cracks...

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* With a sharp tap of staff and a skip and a jump, Gandalf and Bethberry burst through the cabin door with the remaining meals. Midnight would have followed them inside, and neighed mightily against the indignity of being forcibly held back and left outside again. The horse scratched his back against the protruding logs of the cabin, snorting for good measure, but at last grew calm and fell to clipping grass. *

* Aurecale and Aragorn and all jumped up with shouts of hurrah to claim their dinners, it being good-naturedly explained to Arcon the terms of the shell game, and that the Elf would find his meal waiting on his return to the Trade Inn. *

* After the rangers had finished their feast, Aragorn stood. (Gandalf had pointed him out to Bethberry, being careful to advise her that inside the cabin he could be referred to as Aragorn, but outside the cabin, he was best called Strider.) Motioning with his hands for quiet, Aragon spoke: *

We are honored to have among us tonight an unsung hero, whose own singing voice, it is told, would rival that of sweet Luthien of old. A worthy wayfarer, who gains nothing yet gives all, to provide for our lack of food in our need. And more besides, one who braves danger on a perilous road not her own ... for strangers, and for friends.
Therefore, it is my duty and privilege at this time, to bestow on the fair Bethberry the rank and title of Honorary Ranger.

* Bethberry stood at the ranger’s bidding. * Good Sir, accept this honor I will, and gladly, if you allow such rangers as carry no weapons but those of the spirit.

Then, you are most fitting indeed. * Aragorn replied. He held up his hands. Hanging from a stout sinew cord was a pendant made of wood: On one side, eleven runes, each rune etched by one of the Rangers present at the Council to serve as a signature. The other side was covered with black linen cloth onto which had been sewn a single five-pointed white star representing Numenor. Placing this pendant around Bethberry’s neck, the ranger then bowed and presented her one pouchful of the finest, most potent athelas, in a soft leather drawstring bag. *

* Gandalf stood and with a cheer, led the applause. * I propose a toast, to the Merry Light that is Bethberry, daughter of Goldberry and Tom! smilies/smile.gif

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Later that night, Gandalf, Bethberry and Midnight returned to the Trade Inn. Arcon had stayed behind at the rangers' cabin just a short while longer to discuss private business, with Gandalf teasing the Elf that he'd try and save him some mutton stew for breakfast. *

* Freed from the packs he'd been carrying earlier, the black horse trotted off to graze near the stable, within sight of the Halfling woman's pony, Periwinkle. Meanwhile, Vorondil met Gandalf and Bethberry sloshing up the rain-soaked path. The ranger looked at the newly-made honorary ranger bearing the pendant with the Numenorean star, smiling, and bowed a greeting. They'd been in too great a hurry to speak with Vorondil before, but had promised to meet him before his watch was done. *

* Now, Vorondil quickly relayed all he knew about Olo finding the incriminating Southron coin that Podo had dropped. *

Then Podo Cotton will bear special watching, * remarked the wizard, his brow furrowing. *

Podo, apart from his interest in pies, was keenly interested in the treasure at Castle Maladil, which could bode ill, if the boldness of his appetite grows to take on ghosts. * added Bethberry. *

As for your own travelling companions, * asked Vorondil * ... besides what happened at the shell game today, * Vorondil cleared his throat * ... have you noticed anything about her? The one called Bird, I mean.

Why certainly! * replied Gandalf * What with her new clothes, you might say that she's changed into something completely different. * The wizard laughed at his atrociously bad pun. * smilies/smile.gif

* Bethberry remembered back to the night she had made the wondrous discovery of Bird as a skin-changer, and smiled gently, keeping a discreet silence. *

* Vorondil now being struck with a musing speechlessness, Bethberry and Gandalf bade him goodnight and went "inn" out of the rain. Bethberry made straight for the fireplace, asking the Innkeeper for steaming mulled cider, and a good hot bath to be drawn. *

* Gandalf, thoroughly exhausted, creaked up the stairs to his room, planning to throw himself on his bed and sleep. There on his nightstand, he was met with the welcoming sight of violets, orchids, and wild roses, along with the note from Holly. The wizard was greatly touched, and fell asleep much at peace about Holly ... though still concerned about Bird. *

[piosenniel]

The rain had caught the two hobbits just as they emerged from the barn. Holly and Olo had gone in to make sure Peri and Midnight were well provisioned and watered for the night, and that there was a layer of clean hay on the stall floor.

Running quickly, they made for the door to the Inn and went in. They wiped their muddy shoes on the mat in the entry way and went to stand by the fire for a few moments to dry the light sprinkling of rain drops from their clothes.

Olo pulled up two chairs to the fire, and bade Holly sit down. 'I'll be right back.' he said. 'I'm just going to get us something to warm the inside of us, too.' he was soon back with two pewter mugs of spiced wine.

They sat in companionable silence and sipped the wine, watching the leaping flames and curling smoke dance in the fireplace. Soon, both were yawning. Holly said her goodnight to Olo and excused herself to go upstairs to her room.

It was still, and humidly hot in her room under the eaves since someone had closed the window when the rain had started. She opened it wide and wiped the remaining dampness from the windowsill, then leaned out to see what stars she could see despite the clouds.

Wilwarin and the Wain were covered by the scudding clouds. On the horizon, though, just barely above a lowering cloud bank she spied the evening star in the West. She smiled at it, that great white jewel of the night.

In the darkness, she shrugged off her still damp clothes, leaving them a heap on her rug, and pulled on a light nightshirt to wait for Bird.

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[Birdland]

A wet, bedraggled jackdaw appeared on the sill of the window, shaking its feathers and scattering raindrops over the room like a wet hunting hound. Holly held her hand over her face to avoid the spray.

The black and white bird hopped to the floor and said, "Draw the drapes." When the view was blocked, she immediately changed back to woman form and started to wring out her damp skirt.

"What took you so long? I could have caught my death out there! You and that halfling groom seemed to have had yourself a fine evening, though. Is that mulled wine?" Bird walked over and scooped up the cup, while rummaging through her pack for some dry clothes.

After changing into a rough linsy-woolen robe and hanging her damp things by the fire, Bird settled with a sigh into the other chair. "Well, I thank you again for putting me up, Holly. Though that innkeeper had better not catch on! It's been an interesting day, hasn't it? 'Interesting' as in the old Haradian curse. So, tell me the news. What has brought these Rangers to our small patch of Middle-Earth, and what is that Wizard up to?"

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[piosenniel]

Holly took back the mug from Bird, and refilled it from the pitcher on her bedside table. Handing it back to Bird, she then poured a cup for herself.

Sitting down crosslegged on the end of the bed, she proceeded to describe the meeting of Gandalf and the Rangers and the topics they had discussed. She told Bird of her own encounter with the flocks of dark birds last year and of the great map of this and the surrounding areas the Rangers had made of unusual sightings and dark occurrences.

Bird sat in silence, turning each morsel of information over in her mind, and then filed each away.

When Holly mentioned the Ranger, Agluchel, and his mission to deliver certain letters, Bird sat up a little straighter in her chair and leaned forward. 'Do they have any idea who destroyed that particular letter?' asked Bird.

Holly assured her they didn't, but then repeated the awful thing that Gandalf had said about the creature of darkness who did it. 'That's when I knew I had to get back to check on you and let you know what had happened,' said Holly, 'but with the shell game fiasco and all I hadn't got a chance to tell you until now.'

Bird steepled her fingers under her chin, and asked, 'And why were you with that Ranger when you came back?'

'Well, I made friends with him during a break in the meeting at the cabin, and he offered to show me the way back.'

'Oh, Holly, you have the most amazing talent for attracting "friends"!' snorted Bird. 'First Olo, now a Ranger!'

Holly choked on her sip of wine, coughing so hard her cheeks turned quite red, or so was the excuse she gave for it. 'Olo? Whatever do you mean?' she asked innocently. 'And as for the Ranger, he seemed much more taken by a certain fiery spirited gamester than by me.'

She poured them each one last cup of wine. 'And besides, you are certainly much more of a challenge to him than any simple hobbit. Frankly, from what I saw, I think he likes that!'

'Hmmph!' came the reply from Bird. 'But what of my last question to you - what does Gandalf intend to do and where are we going?'

'I'm afraid the wizard is as closed mouth as people tell of him. He didn't reveal any plans, nor did he say where we might be headed.'

'Perhaps then we should get some sleep.' said Bird, yawning widely.'If we get up early enough, we can poke about and ferret out some information from someone.'

'The cook!' said Holly, 'That's who we should see. That woman has her finger on just about everything that goes on this Inn. I'll bet she'll have found out something!'

The two said their goodnights and crawled in under the covers. Holly was asleep almost as her head touched the pillow. But Bird lay there quietly for a long time - thinking.

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[piosenniel]

Day had broken in a glorious manner. The sky was bright blue with no trace of clouds to hint at bad weather.

Sunlight poured in the open window of Holly's room and pooled on the floor by her bed. The bright twitterings of birds as they went about their morning business filled the air and drifted in to mingle with the light.

'What are those feather-brained creatures doing up in the middle of the night?' rasped Bird, just poking her head from beneath the covers. Bright sunlight accosted her bleary eyes and she closed them tight against it.

'Holly!?' she said from beneath the covers once again. 'Won't you get up and close the window and draw the curtains for your guest?'
There was no answer. 'Holly? Holly!!!' Bird dared a peek around the room, only to find her friend up and gone.

The smells of breakfast wafted up the stairs and under the door to the room, almost tempting her to get up. 'Just ten more minutes.' she promised herself. 'Then I'll get up!' She drew the covers over her head once again and positioned a pillow over her head to block out sounds. Withing minutes, the soft sounds of snoring mingled with the songs of birds.

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[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Meriadoc Brandybuck yawned, stretched, and rubbed his eyes once more, but it was still there. Walking out to the stables over rain-washed grass soaking in the sun, he'd noticed it first as a protruding bump adjacent to the stable. Drawing closer, the bump sprouted wheels and an off-white canvas cover over smaller bulges of odd shapes and sizes. A pony cart! Firmly wedged into the stable door, as if pounded there by a hammer, no less. Strange doings were afoot in Buckland. *

* Inside the stable, Hardwin was warm and dry. Unable to break free of his harness, Hardwin strained his neck down to grasp at straws on the ground. *

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[piosenniel]

Holly grabbed some bread and fruit from the kitchen when she'd got up and raced down to the stable. She wanted to see to Peri and then take him out for a little excercise. She fed and watered him, along with Midnight, who had come nosing over for a piece of apple.

'You boys want to come with me for a little walk?' she asked after mucking out their stalls.

Taking the waggle of their ears at the tone of her voice as an assent, she lead them out the stable door and down the path toward the river. 'Just what we need!' she said to them over her shoulder - a nice ramble down along the river's edge and then we'll come home for lunch.'

They were well on their way to the water's edge, when a familiar voice hailed her.

'Wait up!' came the voice of Vorondil, stepping out from the shadow of some trees.

Holly shook her head in exasperation.'Please don't tell me you've come to drag my poor defenseless hobbit self back to the Inn! It's broad daylight and I have two mighty steeds to defend my honor!' Peri and Midnight stamped their front hooves and neighed at the approaching man.

A large grin creased the young Ranger's face. He held his bare hands out to the two horses and bowed his head. 'I surrender!' he laughed. 'And no, I've not come to take you back. I saw you walking and thought to keep you company for a while. That is, if you don't mind.'

'Don't mind at all!' she said. 'I'm going down to walk along the river's edge for a while. I saw a pretty place along there yesterday, and I hope to be able to sketch it. You can walk along as you like. You're pleasant company enough when you're not bossing people about!' She laughed as he blushed.

'Come on, then' she said, striding off. 'I want to get to that place before I lose the light I want.'

The two walked along companionably, making small talk, in the early morning sun.

[Birdland]

The neighing of horses coming from the stables woke Bird again, and she decided, rather reluctantly, that the day should now begin.

She sat up in bed, running her fingers through a tangled mess of hair, and considered her options. The inn had been a cozy respite for two days, but a restless part of her said it was time to move on, particularly since she was not officially a guest here.

But the gathering of the Rangers and the hints of trouble in the area made the idea of the road less than appealing. She had no idea what her traveling companions intended to do. She supposed she could team up with Holly, but a small human woman and a smaller hobbit lass would be no deterrent to waylayers or even darker forces that were hinted to be out there.

The wizard Gandalf and his road mates seemed capable of handling any threats on the Greenway, but she wondered what her reception would be after yesterday's confrontation over the shell game. Perhaps they would object to the idea of her traveling with them?

Not for the first time, Bird wished she could simply stay in crow form and fly to her destination...not that she had a destination. But crows did not have pockets, nor could they carry a haversack. And besides, there were always hawks.

"I wish I could just change into a Dunedain, on a fine, tall horse. No fears of traveling, then!" She giggled at the thought, and finally bounded out of bed. If she got downstairs in time, perhaps she would find a caravan that could be trusted.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* The chamber maid would have plenty to deal with. Gandalf arose from where he'd thrown himself last night. Not having stopped to dry himself by the fire or remove grimy, mud-encrusted robes, let alone wash, evidence of such extreme weariness now silted the bedclothes. Tossing several silver farthings on a dank pillow, Gandalf reheated the water that had been drawn for his bath. Finally reaching a presentable state of cleanliness, he changed into a spare set of robes and went down to breakfast. *

* Pipeweed and tea in the Common Room got the morning off to a promising start, along with bacon and pancakes swimming in butter and boysenberry syrup. *

* Gandalf considered his fellow travelling companions, and the road ahead. Arcon had come along chiefly for the purpose of discussing business of his own with the Rangers, and had indicated a desire to return speedily on his own to the Grey Havens. Bethberry would accompany him South to Tharbad. Birdland ... Gandalf hoped she'd be all right, and hoped their paths would cross this morning. In fact, he meant to delay until he'd seen her. Holly's road would be based both on artistic inspiration and loyalty to Birdland. Olo was a domino connected to Holly and Birdland. What Menelduliniel and Estelarion would choose was anyone's guess. *

* After breakfast, Gandalf intended to enjoy the morning air outside while waiting to have his laundry done. *

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry had allowed herself the luxury of sleeping in, but by now the sunlight streamed so strongly into her room that all the dust mites were dancing like sparklers from one of Gandalf's fireworks.

Returning late and sodden from the rain, Bethberry's work had not yet been done. Working by the light of two large tallow candles, for several hours she prepared herbs for safe keeping. Some she tied into sprigs, to hang and dry by the radiated heat from the chimney; others she washed and laid out to dry on the table; still others she ground or chopped and mixed with oils for tinctures. It was lonely work, but nevertheless peaceful and serene and she soon found herself singing under her breathe, perhaps because she could sense the athelas in the small leather pouch which Strider had given her. That was a remarkable and generous gift and she would store it carefully, as carefully as she packed away the medallion under her clean clothes. She would wear the pendant now, everyday, tucked under her tunic.

Finally freed of her labours, Bethberry had cleaned her boots and then bathed herself in the tepid water left by the maid. She had been half asleep even before her head touched the pillow as dawn streaked the night sky.

Now she rose hungrily, smelling the aroma of roasting meat and savory stews from the kitchen. Dressing quickly and then pulling over her head for the first time Strider's penant, she skipped downstairs and hoped she had not overslept, for she was not sure when Gandalf intended to continue on to Tharbad.

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[Gandalf_theGrey]

* A brown-eyed Hobbit with curly golden hair in a forest green dress with deep yellow bows smiled and curtsied at Bethberry's approach. Bethberry recognized her as one of the kitchen maids from last night who'd laughed and clapped amid songs and stories in the back room while preparing stew for Rangers. *

"You'll want to hurry up and eat second breakfast before it's time for elevensies, my lady. Master Gandalf has gone to the stable to check on that fearsome towering black horse of his that he lets wander loose, but says he'll be back presently. Outside at the benches and tables to take blackberry tea with cream and biscuits while he has his laundry done. What shall I bring you, my lady? And will you be wanting any clothes washed?" * The kitchen maid's voice sank to a helpful whisper. * "Oh ... and best not to let that outlandish horse wander onto the neighboring property, lest Farmer Sandheaver charge your wizard friend for the beast's grazing."

* After a second-breakfast of fine white bread with yellow butter, herbed cheese, wildberries, and a sample of beef stew with coffee, Bethberry joined Gandalf on the bench outside. *

* Bird strolled down the stairs and through the main hall of the Trade Inn. She balanced an outer show of confidence that comes when you're pretending to be a paying guest at an Inn with an inward holding of breath that comes when you snatch a perfectly good cluster of grapes from a plate that someone had left to be tossed away as garbage. The Hobbit-servant in a forest green dress with deep yellow bows who now accosted Bird smiled. *

"Your travelling companions are waiting outside. Well, except for your Hobbit friend who's been spirited off of her own free will by a Bounder. Rather too adventurous a tale that will make around the South Farthing, if word gets out."

* Birdland willed her feet to be as stealthy as a Hobbit's as she went outside. Her care paid off, for she was just in time to catch Gandalf and Bethberry in mid-discussion. *

"On to Maladil then, for good or ill, and Rivendell must wait awhile," * intoned Bethberry in lilting Bombadil style. *

"Can't be helped. If we cannot lift the curse, others less well-intentioned will dare it, and indeed, make bold to hide their own darkness even under its foreboding shadow. And Gollum must wait a bit." * Gandalf's smoke billowed about him enough to form another grey cloak. *

* Just then, the kitchen-maid came out like a sun ray on a bobbing leaf, whisking past Bird to place a tea tray with service for four and a basket of biscuits on the table. Gandalf looked up to see Bird. *

"Join us for elevensies, Birdland." * The wizard spoke genially and matter-of-factly, gesturing with his arm towards a bench facing him. * "And speaking of elevens, if you believe I came by mine through trickery, I hope you'll allow me to offer you a chance to make things even between us."

* Bird smiled evenly enough to start with. Her eyes narrowed at Gandalf's final sentence. * "What do you propose?"

"A riddle game, Birdland. After all, you live by your wits, so I wanted to choose a contest suited to your natural talents and fair to us both. If you win, I give you eleven silver pieces. If I win, I offer you the opportunity to earn eleven silver pieces, in my employment. Refuse the riddle game, I owe you nothing, and the whole matter is forgotten. You may ask the first riddle, if you wish."

[ August 25, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

[Birdland]

Birdie finished the grapes (she could never get enough of grapes!) and gestured questioningly at the steaming pitcher of coffee. Gandalf raised a hand in acquiescence and Bird eagerly reached for a mug and the cream pitcher. Then helped herself to the bread and cheese. The wonderful thing about the Halfling custom of mealtimes was that you could sleep as late as you want, and still be assured of a meal upon rising.

As she smiled and nodded thanks to the wizard and his companion, the changling went over in her mind the offer made to her. It seemed either way she might come out ahead. Win and she would regain her hard-earned eleven pennies. Lose and she would at least have a job and a somewhat secure escort on the road. And as for the destination?

The name "Maladil" did not sound very comforting. The twice-told tales around the fire the night of their arrival at the inn suggested a dangerous, but perhaps profitable adventure. Bird wondered just how much she would have to contribute in order to earn eleven silver pennies. Hopefully nothing more than guarding the pack animals and washing up, while more powerful forces did the actual fighting. Birdie had been a camp follower and knew the drill.

The name Rivendell conjured more hopeful images. Bird had always wanted to see Rivendell. As a servant to a mighty wizard, would she be allowed to enter? She believed that the kitchens, stables and back halls of the Elvenhome would be more luxurious than anything else she was used to. It was said that in Rivendell, it never rained, nor got muddy or cold. Clothes always stayed clean, and the beds were always soft. Did Elves hire human servants? Look, Holly! I serve in the House of Elrond, now. Oh, this dress? Given to me by the Lady Arwen, herself, since she had already worn it that morning and was now bored with the color..."

Birdie reluctantly pulled the reins on that particular dream-mare. Now was not the time for such fancies.

But deep in her heart, the real reason she accepted the offer was that she could not forget the crystaline glow that had surrounded Bethberry in the forest, or the blinding white glow revealed around the wizard. Bird looked at the humble, road-worn figures before her and knew that she had been cast into the path of greatness. One had to follow such paths to the end. You turned aside at your peril. Besides, at the end, she could wind up with some good references.

"Very well, good Sir. I'll accept your wager." She sat back with a last mug of coffee while she thought about her first riddle. The image of the fat halfling Podo appeared in her mind, and she smiled. It seemed fitting, since it seemed his dealings had started all the ruckus around here.

Bird led off with the first Riddle:

Though it is not an ox, it has horns;
though it is not an a$$, it has a pack-saddle;
and wherever it goes it leaves silver behind. What is it?

[VanimaEdhel]

OOC: Let me see if I can jump in here without messing you guys up...well: here goes...

Estelarion had begged Menelduliniel to stay out of trouble. He truly had begged her, which drove him mad. She had heeded his warning, though, much to his surprise, and had not said a word for a long time. She had not spoken to anyone, as a matter of fact. That almost worried him, because she was always speaking of something. He watched her as she sat next to him at the bar of the Inn.

He didn't really know where the others had gone. He didn't really care either: he was tired of travelling. He was also tired of acting as guardian to Meneli. She was only 100 years younger than he was: that should not have made all that difference. But, she was so naive for some reason.

It wasn't as if he had to watch over her anyway. Why did he feel this odd obligation to her? He should be able to leave her. But, somehow, he never could bring himself to do so.

Estelarion looked over at Menelduliniel again. She sat, quietly looking down into her drink. She had drunk so many drinks in this sitting...what was wrong? Estelarion cleared his throat, trying to get Menelduliniel to look up, but she didn't.

[{(<*> )}]

Menelduliniel sat, absorbed in her own thoughts. It had not been Estelarion's begging that had kept her out of trouble at all. It had been all Menelduliniel. She was...she didn't know. She felt weird. And lonely. Yes, she definitely felt lonely.

But why should she feel lonely?

At that point, Estelarion cleared his throat next to her. She flinched into her drink, annoyed that he disturbed her thoughts. He probably wanted her to look up. She didn't feel like talking, though.

She drained her cup. This had been what: her 8th? Maybe 9th. Who knew...who cared?

She drained a final cup...a 9th or 10th...then decided she should go to bed. Where had the others gone? She and Estelarion had been separated from the others after the first ajourn in the meeting they had all had with the Rangers. That's when Estelarion took her aside and begged her. Then, after they had spoken for a while, they had gone back and couldn't find anyone. So: they had passed their time here at the bar...and in their room, dozing.

Menelduliniel got up and noticed Estelarion arise behind her. She grimaced as she saw that he planned to follow her. She didn't even know where she was thinking over going.

She and Estelarion made their way up the stairs. At the top, she wheeled around to face Estelarion, surprising him and making him almost lose his balance. He clutched the banister and steadied himself.

"Where are the others?" Menelduliniel said, in an even voice.

"Do you think I would know?" Estelarion said, trying to keep an even voice, but getting more frustrated with Menelduliniel's mood swings, "I have been with you this whole time!"

"Do not shout!" Menelduliniel hissed at him, even though he was speaking as quietly as she.

Estelarion had finally had enough of Menelduliniel. And his ribs still hurt, too...

Estelarion took Menelduliniel none-too-gently by the arms, and pushed her into their room. He held both her arms and looked into her face.

"Okay: tell me: what is wrong with you?" Estelarion hissed at Menelduliniel, who refused to look at Estelarion, "I have done nothing but guard you and protect you this whole time! Do you think that is all I desire to do? Do you think I have no other obligations?"

Estelarion let go of Menelduliniel's left arm and lifted her chin to make her look into his furious face. She looked back at him coldly.

"Then why do you not leave?" Menelduliniel answered, without expression in her face.

"Because...because..." Estelarion breathed heavily, trying to think of the answer. Finally, he released her, pushing her away. "I just cannot. I do not know why."

Estelarion sat on the bed and clenched his teeth. Menelduliniel sat down next to him.

"I'm not ignoring you, you know, Estel," Menelduliniel said quietly, "I just need to think about some things."

"You should have just told me that before," Estelarion said gently.

He arose from the bed and lay down on the other one.

"I think we both need time to think at some point soon," Estelarion said, looking at the ceiling. He paused for a second, then sat up and continued, "But we do not know where the others have gone. We should go downstairs and ask around. I am sure the innkeeper knows. And if he does not, we may find one of them wandering around down there."

Menelduliniel got up off the bed and pulled Estelarion up to his feet.

"Let us go then," she said. Both exited quietly and went down the stairs to look for the others...

OOC: Was that okay? I read what I missed, but still I'm not 100% sure where everyone is. If there's something wrong, let me know and I'll change it.

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry chuckled a throaty, good-hearted laugh at the game. Mirth they could all use, and she had guessed that the challenge was one which Birdie would appreciate.

Are any of us allowed to try our hand at answers? she asked hopefully. She already had a guess ready for Birdie's first riddle and waited excitedly for permission to reply.

[Birdland]

Birdie raised a mischievious eyebrow. "Two brains against one? Well, I suppose that will even the odds a bit. What say you, Gandalf?"

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* For a long moment Gandalf paused without speaking, and apparently without hearing, lost in intense concentration as smoke drifted up unnoticed. *

* Bethberry laughed heartily again. * "I can see this will be a test of wit for the two of you. Let me just enjoy my tea."

* Gandalf repeated the riddle. *

Though it is not an ox, it has horns;
though it is not an a$$, it has a pack-saddle;
and wherever it goes it leaves silver behind. What is it?


My guess would be a snail.


(OOC: Bethberry and I spoke by phone, and since her computer will be down until later tonight, she gave me permission to have her character respond according to what I've posted above. Also, I just got home from being out all afternoon at a living history program, and plan to post a riddle for Birdie to answer after I've had dinner.)

[Birdland]

"Very good!" Bird saluted with her coffee mug. "It is indeed a snail. An easy riddle to start things off."

"I await your challenge, Gandalf"

Bird wore her "stone-face", suitable for wagering occasions. She would not like Gandalf and Bethberry to know that she was absolutely terrible at riddle games!

[Gandalf_theGrey]

Thank you, Bird. * Gandalf nodded respectfully to his adversary. * Here's one for you. smilies/smile.gif

I might have a name,
then the name gives me might.
Even if I am two-handed,
I have no arms though I am one.

[Bêthberry]

Eyes sparkling, Bethberry moved as if ready to provide an answer to this second riddle, but she quickly caught herself. She realized that Gandalf was making a serious stand about the nature of fair contests and that her mirthful instincts were out of place. 'Tis best not to meddle in the affairs of wizards, she said to herself as she settled back to enjoy the warm sun. Soon enough she would have to return to finish her herbal preparations; she should take what relaxation she could.

(OOC: Thanks, Gandalf, for posting that for me. We're connected once again, but I have to return to my paint stripping now.)

[ September 04, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

[Birdland]

I might have a name,
then the name gives me might.
Even if I am two-handed,
I have no arms though I am one.

Bird sat, biting her lip absent-mindedly as she pondered the riddle. She looked around her at the activity in the inn yard, running the riddle around in her mind.

Across the yard, appearing from the forest that surrounded the inn, one of the Rangers appeared. She watched as he purposely strode towards the inn. Though his "mission" might be no more than to seek a hearty breakfast, he was, as all Rangers are, well-armed.

"Armed! That's it! The answer is 'a sword'...Am I right?"

[Gandalf_theGrey]

You've cut to the heart of the matter. Sword is correct, Birdland. smilies/smile.gif Your turn.

* Noticing his friend Bethberry's keen interest in the ongoing contest, Gandalf turned to her. * Here's an idea. How about, if someone guesses a wrong answer, after the one who asked the riddle confirms a guess as incorrect and the loser of the riddle game has been determined, you are then free to provide an answer? Your answer will not affect the outcome between Bird and myself. But if you're right, Bethberry, then you win a song or story from the winner of the riddle game. What say you? And Bird? smilies/smile.gif

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel and Estelarion entered the stable and saw many of the horses missing.

"Aiya, it seems that they have left without us," Estelarion said.

"Hm..." thought Menelduliniel out loud to herself, "Would it be at all possible to go out and look for them? I do not want to be left here..."

"What happened to you staying out of trouble?" Estelarion sighed. Before he even finished, though, Menelduliniel had jumped on Salkadome and had led Amanroch out of his stall.

"Are you coming?" Menelduliniel said.

"All right, all right," grumbled Estelarion, jumping on Amanroch, "If only they had just left a note..."

They then rode off, trying to see where the most used path that day was (in the hopes that that was the path taken by Gandalf and his company).

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Estelarion and Menelduliniel set out by themselves on horseback, completely unaware of the fact that Birdland, Bethberry, and Gandalf were seated right outside the Trade Inn. Meanwhile, Holly was off walking and talking with her newfound Ranger friend, and could be counted on to return in due time. *

* As it was, the time was not right for Gandalf to leave Sarn Ford, so in Sarn Ford he would stay, content to let any Elves who wished depart as they pleased without him. *

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[piosenniel]

'I don't suppose you've got anything in that satchel of yours to eat or drink?' asked Holly. It was about ten in the morning as she estimated by the way the trees across the river cast their reflections in broken images across the flowing water. She had just finished sketching them, and was taking a critical look at how she had captured the light as it filtered through the thick boughs, when her stomach rumbled and protested at having missed second breakfast.

Vorondil, caught in his own reverie of the moving water and its song as it rushed over rocks and burbled through fallen tree limbs, did not hear her question. 'Did you say something?' he asked, his eyes following an ouzel as it flew to a small rock at the water's edge and then walked beneath the water looking for a tasty waterbug. 'Amazing creatures, birds! he murmured appreciatively to himself, as the bird emerged with his prize.

'I did say something! I thought you might have a snack in that satchel of yours to tide us over. But, the light I wanted is fading anyway, so I'll make do with the drawings I've done.' Putting her sketch pad and pens into her pack she stood up from her place on the bank and motioned to the Ranger. 'Let's head back to the Inn. I'll treat you to elevenses or lunch, depending on how fast we can make it back.'

Spurred on by hunger, the two companions were swift in their return. Holly left the two horses in the grassy area near the stable with a promise that she would see about an apple apiece for them if they didn't wander off or cause mischief. Both of them snorted at her as if taking affront that she could even think such of them.

At the pump near the stable they washed their hands and faces and were just about to enter the Inn in search of food, when Holly spied Bird, Gandalf, and Bethberry sitting at a table outside. They seemed engaged in some enjoyable verbal interchange.

'Shall we join your friends?' asked Vorondil.

'No, let's let them have a pleasant parlay with each other. Bird seems in a good mood, let's not break the spell.'

She motioned him to follow her into the common room and had just found a table to sit at when a hobbit serving lass in a green dress came up to take their orders. She took their requests with a disapproving look at the young Ranger, and then hurried off.

'Now what was that all about?' asked Holly, amazed at the hobbit's somewhat rude attitude.

Olo had come up behind Holly and heard the exchange. He slid onto the bench beside her, and laughed at this last question. 'You should be careful who you are seen leaving the Inn with in the wee hours of the morning! And especially careful of leaving with such a Bounder as he!' He pointed at Vorondil, whose cheeks now bore a hint of crimson beneath his scruffy beard.

'By the One!' said Holly. ' Are things so slow about here that an early morning walk makes for the gossip of the day!

The hobbit lass had brought their food and drink to the table.

'Come, you two,' said Holly, 'let's take this outside, away from curious eyes. Olo, has Gandalf said anything about leaving this place? It's suddenly feeling too small for me. Let's go ask him.'

[ August 26, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Bêthberry]

Merriadoc Brandybuck sauntered closer to poor Hardwin, who might have been dry and cosy but who was also hungry and straining hard against his halter to reach the hay to eat.

Why, that's Podo Cotton's cart and Hardwin his pony,said Merry out loud. Mr. Cotton must be back from his trade trip. But where is he? What's the pony doing here at Bucklebury Fern? There's something funny about this... something unusual....Maybe even an adventure. Merry stopped his addresses to the air and looked about.

Then he patted Hardwin and fed him some hay, before beginning to speak to the grateful pony. Well, obviously, some help is needed here and Merriadoc Brandybuck is just the young hobbit to come to the rescue, heroically finding and returning Mr. Cotton's lost cart, laden with wares and surprises and delicacies, and who knows what else, and tending to his famished pony. I'll make a dashing stir. I'll be the talk of all Buckland. And ... I'll have a great ride out it. Hardwin, you shall take me to Crickshollow. There's been some strange goings-on there people say. Yes, indeed, you and I shall investigate on our way back to Overhill. We'll have our own tales to tell.

Hardwin was, you might say, a captive audience. But he appreciated the hay and the slight brushing which Merry gave him and easily allowed the young hobbit to climb aboard the cart. Merry struck out on the main road of Buckland in hopes that someone would see his hospitable service to the farmer-tradesman, but no one was on the road so early and soon after the rain. Merry followed the road for a bit and then came upon a gate in the tall hedge. No one saw him enter, either. At least, no hobbit did.

[Birdland]

Bird was delighted that she had guessed the first riddle, though she did not doubt that the wizard had more difficult ones up his sleeve.

But then, the Riddle Game was a passion throughout Middle Earth, and there was not a drover, soldier, alewife or shepherd who did not have a stock of riddles to pull out for such occasions. New ones were avidly memorized, in the hopes that the next player one met had not heard the same riddle somewhere down the road. A person who could write a good, original riddle was as much admired as a poetic bard.

Bird stared down at the breakfast table, then decided to go with a new version of an old theme that she had heard. I wouldn't do to use your hardest riddles at the beginning of the game. Besides, she loved the poetry of this particular puzzler.

In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* This new riddle of Birdie's Gandalf solved at once, unlike the first riddle, which he'd solved as slowly as the answer walked. *

Egg!

Here is the next riddle:

Day and night I run,
Faster in rain, bowing in sun.
Carrying drink to the brink,
My survival is by dropping;
I would die by stopping.

[Birdland]

Hmmmmm, thought Birdie. The old Wizard guessed that much too quickly. But then, the Egg seemed to be a favorite subject for riddles. Everyone had an Egg riddle these days.

But then, there was another favorite subject in the Riddle Game, so Birdie was able to answer equally quickly.

"A river!"

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry watched as the uncommunicative elves walked by, entered the stable, and then rode off, oblivious to the three companions sitting outside the Inn. Then she turned her attention back to Gandalf and Birdie as they vied for riddle champion. Finally, sadly, she rose.

My work calls and so I cannot wait for the outcome for my chance to answer. It appears I would have to wait too long! And would be hard put to contribute more than what either of you keeners can do! My felicitations!

Bethberry gave a short curtsy and then returned to her room, spending the afternoon pounding and grinding, cutting and sorting, pressing and wrapping. With some foreboding she realized that these preparations would probably not be for trade, but for more immediate use among her companions, should they travel on in aid of the Rangers and Gandalf's pursuit. The Shire was becoming more hazardous than the Old Forest.

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel and Estelarion continued along the trail.

"I do not see them," Estelarion said, hesitantly, "Maybe we should turn back..."

"No!" Menelduliniel said, "They went this way, I am sure of it."

They pushed on, seeing no sign of anyone.

"Meneli...I'm going back to the Inn...come on," Estelarion sighed, turning Amanroch around.

"Why? We have time! We should stay out. Even if it weren't for them, I need to get out of that Inn! I was going crazy in there!"

With that, Menelduliniel clucked to Salkadome and he broke to a gallop. She galloped away from Estelarion.

"Meneli!" Estelarion yelled, spinning Amanroch and galloping after her.

They galloped for about an hour away from the Inn, through the woods. Finally, Menelduliniel pulled up, as she had gotten herself cornered: Estelarion behind her and a rock face about 8 feet tall in front of her. Salkadome spun and Menelduliniel faced Estelarion, who halted Salkadome.

"Now will you come back?" Estelarion asked as both the Elves and the horses panted a little.

"No...please no," Menelduliniel sighed, "Let us stay out here tonight? I cannot abide to be in another Inn...inside for another night."

"But, if they go back to the Inn...if they ever left: we still do not know that...they will not know where we are."

"We can go back tomorrow morning...early. Anyway, they will not bother us if they think we are still in our rooms...just...please?" Menelduliniel said, her eyes pleading Estelarion.

Estelarion sighed, knowing this was going to be a big mistake. Although things felt safe now, soon he had a feeling they probably would not be. But Menelduliniel would stay out here regardless of whether Estelarion remained, and he could not let her remain alone. Two of them had a better chance of surviving...

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, Meneli," Estelarion sighed, dismounting Amanroch, "We will stay outside, under the stars, just for this night. We must return tomorrow though!"

"Okay...I promise," Menelduliniel said. She dismounted and began gathering wood for a fire.

"Maybe we should pass on that, Menelduliniel. Who knows what the fire will attract?"

"It will keep more creatures away, probably, Estel. Anyway, I have my daggers...and you have the little knife I gave you about a year ago, right?"

"Yes, yes...but I don't know how to really fight with it, you realize..."

"You just stab them. Not much to it...we will be fine. I will be better than I could be at the Inn."

Estelarion sighed as Menelduliniel got a fire starting, still not feeling well about the fire...

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Gandalf nodded to acknowledge Bethberry's going about her business of herbs, smiling appreciatively at her industriousness. The thought came to him of Calimie's fabled herb garden at Castle Maladil ... would it be found intact, well-tended, guarded? Or uprooted, weedy, trampled underfoot? *

* But the riddle-game cried out for full attention, it being impossible to get on with the day until its end, as so much was riding on the unresolved contest. If Bird won, it would be counted as a fine tale to be shared around a safe hearth over steaming mugs of spiced wine. But if Gandalf won, the look in that Ranger's eyes urging him South on the Greenway hinted that the eleven silver pennies Bird would earn in his employment would weigh far less on the scales of doom than the perils to be faced. *

Alas, I've outfoxed myself Bird, and composed a riddle with two answers. You answered "A River" ... Not the answer I had in mind, but I deem it apt enough to fit, if loosely.

[ August 27, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

[Birdland]

Bird laughed. At least the wizard was an honest riddler, agreeing that a puzzler might have more than one answer. Much as life, in a way.

"But what answer would you prefer, my dear Gandalf? Branch? Brook? Burn? Rill? Race? Run? Or Ditch, perhaps?"

Gandalf took his pipe from his mouth and blew a stream of smoke, which flowed straight through the air, then suddenly dropped straight down, to boil into a smoky pool on the ground before dissipating.

"True enough, my good Bird, a riddle may have more than one face behind it's mask; as can other things in life", and here the Wizard raised one bushy eyebrow and peered keenly at the skin-changer, who dropped her eyes and gave a small fidget. "The wizard may know more than I know he knows," she thought.

"You apparently saw the whole picture, whereas I was thinking of a small detail. 'Waterfall', was my answer, though I will allow that the riddle could describe a river in flood and drought, as well. The next round goes to you."

Bird wondered just how long the Riddle Game might go on. She had once watched two merchants conduct a Riddle Game for 14 hours in a tavern near Dale. Of course, the riddles and answers had become more and more nonsensical as the game progressed, ending in a draw as the two combatants dropped to the table and answered riddles in drunken dreams. It was too bad, in a way, because now Bird would never know why a raven was like a writing desk.

Which reminded Bird of some of the hysterical conundrums that she had heard at the tavern. These new types of riddles were distained by the "purist", but some were fiendishly clever. She wondered if the Wizard was a traditionalist or not, and decided to throw one in just to see the reaction.

A Wizard and Goose sat in a High Tower.
On various subjects they talked by the hour.
When suddenly the Wizard leaped up with a bound.
"By Eru!" he said "How will I get down?"

[ August 28, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[Gandalf_theGrey]

* Gandalf laughed heartily. By chance, he'd been just thinking of the song Holly and Bird had been singing several days ago, the one that started out: *

There were three ra'ens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
They were as black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakfast take?
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down

My answer, Birdie, is this: By plucking the goose! smilies/smile.gif

If we're wandering further afield with our word puzzles, Bird, how about this question?

A small town in the Shire had two barbers. The first barber was slovenly, with wilting hair cut all uneven with patches sticking up and curls hanging down in odd places. The second barber was neat and clean, hair perfectly washed, cut, and combed. A passing Dwarf, needing his beard trimmed, chose the first barber. Why? Both barbers charged the same fee.

[ August 28, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

[piosenniel]

When Olo and Vorondil took their leave of her, Holly moved closer to the spirited match between the wizard and her friend. She watched the two jousters come at each other from varying angles. The skill with which each turned the riddles of the other amazed her.

Gandalf's eyes were twinkling in anticipation of Bird's reply and her next query.

And Bird! How she loved a game of quick wits and words! An inner fire lit the countenance of the small framed woman, making her larger than life.

Holly settled in, with a cup of chilled wine, to savor the flow of the contest.

[Birdland]

Bird smiled inwardly at the thought of a "slovenly" Hobbit. Usually even the poorest Halfling was a very fastidious creature. But that wasn't the point of the riddle. And neither was the fact that her own hair was decidedly in need of a barber's help itself, come to think of it. And then it came to her. Of course! A barber wouldn't not be able to cut his OWN hair, now would he?

Leaning back in her chair, she helped herself to Holly's jug of wine, and said:
"Oh, it's elementary, my dear Gandalf. With only two barbers in the town, it stands to reason that each would cut the other's hair. The dwarf merely chose the barber with the better skills. Namely, the one who kept the second barber looking so clean and neat."

Here Birdie eyed the travel worn robe and the long, bushy hair of the wizard and stated "Appearances can be deceiving, can't they?"

(O.C.C. - I came up with that answer all by myself! With no help from the internet. Me so proud! smilies/biggrin.gif )

[ August 29, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[VanimaEdhel]

Estelarion heard the noise again in the woods...he had heard it twice before already. He saw Menelduliniel give a start next to him. She had done that twice before as well. However, whenever he asked if she had heard it, she denied it.

"You had to have heard that," Estelarion said, watching his companion sit staring into the fire.

"What? Heard what?" Menelduliniel said, with a start, feigning that she had been in concentration of some sort.

"Menelduliniel, I am going back. I care not that you think to desire solitude for...for I know not what." Estelarion rose and began packing his horse

"Wait! I was lying! I heard it!" Menelduliniel said, rising and running over and putting her hand on Estelarion's shoulder, "Just stay with me. Please. It was but the wind...in the trees. Yes, that is what it must have been."

Estelarion turned and saw panic in Menelduliniel's eyes. She would not stay out here alone. That gave Estelarion the hope he needed. If he left, she would follow him. No matter if she was angry, it would get them out of here.

Estelarion continued to put on his pack and mount up.

"Okay...if you must go you must..." Menelduliniel said, going back to the fire, great fear still apparent in her face. Estelarion's heart dropped a bit at her returning to the fire, but he continued to pack up. He finished, then mounted. He turned Amanroch and, as he did so, Menelduliniel ran to him.

"Wait! Wait! I will at least ride with you back...it is...aiya...hmm...not safe out there for you alone! Yes! Too dangerous!"

She quickly packed, put out the fire, and jumped onto Salkadome, galloping away from their campsite with Estelarion right next to her.

They galloped along for some time, until they saw the Inn ahead. They put their horses away, and decided to try to go over another entrance, in the hopes of not being seen. They walked around the side of the building, then were immediately confronted by many faces. They took a step back, surprised. Then, they heard laughter.

"Care to join us finally, you two?" Gandalf said, "I was wondering when you would show."

Embarrassed that the party had been there the whole time, the two Elves came and sat next to the others, listening to see what was going on. When they heard that riddles were being told, they smiled, and sat back to listen. Since neither were particularly good at riddles, they hardly tried to guess any, but listened, quite amused by the games.

[Bêthberry]

A dark shadow flew along the ground, on the stone patio, over the chairs and bodies of every one listening to the riddle game. A sudden flapping of wings drew everyone's eyes upwards, to see, with no little relief, Wyrd swooping out of the trees, low to the ground, and then around everyone. He seemed to want to land near Birdland, but at the last minute swerved away and contented himself with perching on the railing, as if he, too, had come to listen to the game play out.

A providential spectator? mused Gandalf.

[ August 29, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

[Gandalf_theGrey]

Right you are, Birdie! I await your next riddle. smilies/smile.gif

* Outwardly, Gandalf maintained a pleasant and smiling demeanor. Inwardly, bemused frustration was overtaking him. He'd hoped to have lost this riddle-game long ago, but the more he set his mind to purposeful failure, the keener he became at seeing the correct answers. *

* Taking note of the gathering crowd and the passing of time, Gandalf ordered plates of chicken and potato salad along with ale be brought out for the assembly, which now included Holly, Meneli, Estelarion, and of course Bird and himself. Seeing Bethberry's falcon, Gandalf scribbled a brief note and sent Wyrd off to deliver it to his friend. The note explained how the riddle-game was faring, and that the Riverdaughter's Daughter was invited to share in the chicken dinner outside, or have a plate sent up to her room, as she wished. *

* Meanwhile, the riddle-game must continue. *

[ August 30, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

[Birdland]

Bird let her gaze return to the inn yard and the people in it, as she contemplated her next riddle. She saw that an audience had gathered around the riddle game.

She smiled at her friend Holly, and was startled to see even the flighty Menelduliniel had settled in to watch the proceedings. It certainly was an unusual band of traveling companions that she had stumbled into. And after the game was over, where would they all go?

Bird wondered at the number of women who seemed to wander the roads and paths of Middle Earth these days. By all accounts, most of them should have been settled in some safe town or farm, with families and duties to occupy them.

But plague and war, famine and fire had broken down all of the normal bindings of society. There were refugees trudging all over the lands, uprooted from their place, desperately seeking to build a life, in a land that had turned to quicksand.

Many of these refugees were women. Bird supposed that she should count herself in the party, but she had been homeless far longer than some. It seemed like a natural thing. Even women from settled communities, like Holly, could be found taking to a wandering life, perhaps inspired by the example of her less fortunate sisters.

For most of these lost and widowed women, while they did not exactly thrive in this new society, (who did?) were able to abide. Few gave up. Many excelled in their new situation, making their way in what had always been considered a "man's world."

But were they happy? If all were to turn around tomorrow, and peace and prosperity returned to Middle Earth again, would these women go back to their old way of life?

Bird lowered her head to ponder the situation. She did not often have the chance to sit quietly and consider her own situation, let alone the situation of all of womenkind.

Without knowing, she said to herself out loud:

"What is it that women most desire?"

[ September 01, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel looked up in surprise at the question. She sighed and chewed her lower lip, trying to think of the words to describe what she wanted.

"I-" she started, her voice fading off. She saw the others turn to look at her, and she tried to speak again, "I do not know what the others desire," she said, her voice faltering all the while, "But...I wish...I do not know how to put what I wish into words. I guess-I guess I wish most to belong. Yes, I wish to find a place where people do not close gates in my face because of deeds I have committed in my past. I know..." Menelduliniel paused a second, and drew in a long deep breath, then went on, "I know that killing her was wrong. I know not even why I did it: anger, sorrow, desperation, maybe all of these were reasons. I was younger and very stupid, I know. But...but I repent now. I hated that deed as soon as I committed it. I wished the knife were back in its sheath and not filled with that awful blood. I wish for a place where people could see that I hate the deed now...that they could see what their hatred has done to me and maybe, just maybe, find a way to love me again. But I know there is no hope for that. Poldorawen is dead, and I can never hope for redemption."

Menelduliniel paused, catching her breath, which was coming out in ragged gulps as she tried not to cry. Then she forced a whisper, "I wish for one more thing. I know-I know it is stupid but..." she paused before continuing, "I wish not to cry anymore."

Menelduliniel sat crying and listening to the others speaking. Estelarion awkwardly put a hand on Menelduliniel's back as she cried, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

[Bêthberry]

Well, this woman most desires that dinner I heard was waiting for me, grinned Bethberry mischievously as she came upon the group gathered around the Riddle Game. Birdie and Gandalf, I commend you both for a marvellous entertainment. And please don't let me stop you. I promise to remain a silent observer here, not interfering with your riddles at all. Why, I'll even take a seat here by Holly in the hopes that she can show me any sketches from her morning walk.

[Gandalf_theGrey]

You've come to observe my silence then, Bethberry.

* Gandalf's smile blended mirth and solemnity. Now would be the perfect time for Gandalf to concede defeat, he realized. For any answer at all, even the correct one, would cheapen the priceless philosophical question to eleven silver pennies. The wizard bowed to the victor of the riddle-game. Reaching into his money-pouch, he retrieved eleven silver pennies and presented them to Birdland. *

Congratulations, Birdie! smilies/smile.gif

[piosenniel]

Holly scooted over on the bench to make way for Bethberry. The serving lass had previously brought out plates, cups, and cutlery for everyone, and now brought out the platters of chicken and bowls of potato salad to the great delight of both the riddlers and the hungry audience. Flagons of good ale were passed all round, along with a pitcher of hearty cider.

Holly raised her cup of foamy ale to Bird and winked. Then taking a large swallow of it, refilled the cup and raised it once again to Gandalf.

'So, Holly,' said Bethberry, chewing thoughtfully on a spoonful of the potato salad as her tongue tried to decipher the 'secret' herbs used in the dressing, 'I understand you were out this morning early to do some drawings - might I see them?'

'Of course! Come to my room a little later and I'll show them to you. The reflection of the trees in the water is lovely at that time of day as is the light that plays throught the branches and leaves them touched by a certain radiance.' She poured herself and Bethberry another cup of ale. 'Oh! And you should see the water ouzel that we discovered! I think I caught him well enough, but he moved so quickly underwater that I couldn't do a lot of detail. I had heard Gandalf knew something of birds - perhaps I might show him that drawing and he could give me some pointers.'

[Birdland]

"Huh...? But Gandalf, that wasn't a ri..." At that moment, Holly nudged Birdie roughly in the ribs. "Owww!...I mean, 'Ahhhhh", as Birdie saw the eleven silver pennies slid across the table. "Well, Good Gandalf, many a man has been stumped by that riddle, even a certain King." Birdie rose, and curtsying prettily, took her leave from the table, clutching her coins.

Away from the crowd in the yard, though, she looked down at the pennies and mused, a bit sadly, "Now I suppose I shall never get to go to Rivendell."

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel stopped crying quickly, and looked at Estelarion.

"Well, at least I do not feel completely stupid: I was able to answer that last question!" Menelduliniel said, forcing a laugh, "Although I was not part of the game...that felt good though. To get all of that off my chest. Mayb-maybe I'll be able to rest tonight, finally. Do you think so?"

Estelarion sighed, wishing that he were anywhere but here. "I don't know Menelduliniel," he said patting her hand, then he turned to the ale, very fed up with Menelduliniel's self-pity.

"Is there another game we can play, Gandalf, as Birdland has obviously won the game of riddles? A game we can all participate in, maybe? Or does the hour draw late enough that we must now to our beds to retire for the evening? Say that is not the case, for I am in no mood to end this night! Say, rather, that we may sing and play more!"

Estelarion looked around himself, and saw Menelduliniel looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

"What is it, Meneli?" Estelarion said, nonchalantly.

"You...you're so...happy...I have never seen you this happy," Menelduliniel admitted.

I have never before tried to forget your problems Meneli, Estelarion thought to himself, I have never thought about my own overwhelming desire to have a good time. If only you could see the beauty in the world, Menelduliniel, instead of your doom. I share that doom, but I, until our meeting, managed to remain joyful throughout it. We both will be trapped in this world forever, but it is such a beautiful world. We have games and music and joy. Oh, Menelduliniel, why can you not see it?

Estelarion dared not to say these things out loud, but rather got up, went over to his pack, got his flute, stood a bit away from the others, but not near to Birdland, as he saw she wanted peace alone, gesturing that the company may talk if they wanted, and began to play a merry tune on his flute. He noticed Menelduliniel still looking at him, amazed, and the others went about their business. Estelarion closed his eyes as he played and smiled to himself, enjoying every sensation that he experienced, reminding himself that he had all eternity to enjoy these simple pleasures...

[ September 04, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

[Bêthberry]

(OOC: I could be wrong about this, VanimaEdhel, but I don't think the elves have got all eternity. They are tied to the earth and when Arda ends, they will go also. Humans, on the other hand, do die, but their afterlife is eternal. Anyone, please correct me if I'm wrong. smilies/smile.gif )

The gentle notes of Estelarion's flute were inspiring, for soon could be heard itinerant musicians and locals warming up in the Great Hall of the Trade Inn. There would be fings and airs and reels galore in the Inn that night.

[ September 11, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

[VanimaEdhel]

(OOC: I know, Bethberry: Estelarion is passionate and exaggerates. They have until the end of the world, but they know not what will happen to them after that...for all they know: they may go on after that. The Music of Ainur has fortold all of the end, but we do not know what the fate of the Elves is, as we do not know what the Music of Ainur planned for the Elves. Okay: back to the RPG...nothing new for my characters: just wanted to reply to Bethberry...)

[ September 06, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

[piosenniel]

Holly followed Bird and watched her count the coins. She was just putting them into the small leather bag pulled from her skirt when the hobbit approached her.

'So, my wealthy friend, where are you bound for now?'

Bird shrugged, and tucked the bag once more into her waistband.

'I'm not sure myself.' mused the hobbit, kicking at a loose stone in the courtyard dirt. 'Have you heard where Gandalf is bound? Will it be to the castle?' She looked speculatively at the folk gathered in the yard, and sighed. 'I do grow weary of being in one place for so long. My feet are itching to feel the open road again. I intend to leave soon, perhaps tomorrow, or the next day at the latest. So, I suppose it matters not when the others are leaving or where they're bound.'

She heard Perry's soft whinny come from the stables. 'Well, best go see to my travelling companion. Shall I see you later?'

The hobbit walked toward the stables and called back over her shoulder, 'Oh, and I'll leave the window open should you have need of it tonight.'

[ September 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel turned to Gandalf.

"Well, Mithrandir, it seems as if all are planning on departing. I expect that Estelarion and I shall take our leave as the others do. It has been an...interesting few days, has it not been? I suspect that Estelarion and I will probably go where our footsteps take us. I think that, even though it shall take time, we may head Southwards, for I have always been curious about the lands of Harad. I know absolutely nothing of the land: of the climate, dangers, inhabitants, anything, and I do not believe Estelarion knows either. And, as I cannot be at home, I believe that exploring is probably the best I can do. What do you expect that you shall do, after we all go our separate ways?"

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Estelarion finished his song, and cheerfully put his flute away, sprung to his pack, put the flute away, sprung over to where Menelduliniel and Gandalf were, kissed Menelduliniel on the cheek, and sat down next to her. He quickly lost interest and got up, seeking someone with which to have his own conversation. He heard the others in the Trade Inn begin to play, smiled to himself, then continued looking for unoccupied people to talk to...

[Gandalf_theGrey]

The riddle-game had ended with a profitable clincher of silver for Bird, but the silver waterfalls of Imladris still beckoned. Holly’s sketches of ouzels sporting in gold-hued sunlit streams charmed onlookers, but tomorrow’s sun would cast new riches to seek out. Jewelled tones from Estelarion’s flute, Meneli’s voice, and the drums and harps of minstrels fell into a hush, yet words awaited adventures to come. Bethberry’s light steps slowed their dance under a pearly glow from the rising half-moon, but new direction would henceforth guide her path. The war steed Midnight took up an obsidian position on the lawn to ensure that the shortening of grass accompanied the shortening of day, though another day would lengthen the lawn. When the embers in Gandalf’s pipebowl dimmed, he tamped them out into the dirt of the continuing road. The motley group of travelling companions would leave the road, only to take to it again come morning. Rangers came and went, ever on patrol.