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mark12_30 · 12-15-2003, 09:28 PM

"Something hot, please, ma'am." He shivered as he headed for the fireplace.

"Anything in particul--" she said to his retreating back, and then shrugged. "Soup and toast, " she ordered, and set about making him some hot tea.

"Many thanks, " he said, hanging his cloak near the fire, and sitting as close to it as he could. The shivering did not slow down until Bethberry arrived with his tea. He turned frequently, and then shrugged, removed his drenched tunic and hung that before the fire as well.

The soup and toast arrived, and he set to with a will; his shivering finally stopped, and his shirt began to dry.

"You're new around these parts, " Bethberry said.

"Yes, ma'am, " he replied.

"What part of Gondor are you from?" she asked. She was somewhat dismayed by his blank stare.

"I'm a blacksmith, " he replied hesitantly. "People call me Mellon."

"Sounds like the cold has you in its grip." She refilled his tea. "Would you like more soup?"

He hesitantly nodded, squinting; she wondered at his lapse in manners, until he turned aside and a sneeze roared from him. Another followed. Bethberry called for more soup, and refilled the teakettle.

"Yes, please, mba'amb, " came the belated, stuffed-up mumble. He inched still closer to the fire. The children were expecting his promised return, he reflected; best not to get too comfortable here. Perhaps after some more soup...

Outside, he thought he heard a very, very loud roar made by a huge-- something... maybe a dragon? A troll? -- and then sudden screaming. He listened; the screaming continued, and then faded, and was replaced by laughter. He must have imagined it. He ran his hand through his long, wet, bedraggled dark hair. Perhaps the innkeeper was right; perhaps the snow and cold had addled his thoughts.

He turned his other side towards the fire, and drank some more tea.

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12-15-2003, 09:28 PM	#17
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	"Something hot, please, ma'am." He shivered as he headed for the fireplace. "Anything in particul--" she said to his retreating back, and then shrugged. "Soup and toast, " she ordered, and set about making him some hot tea. "Many thanks, " he said, hanging his cloak near the fire, and sitting as close to it as he could. The shivering did not slow down until Bethberry arrived with his tea. He turned frequently, and then shrugged, removed his drenched tunic and hung that before the fire as well. The soup and toast arrived, and he set to with a will; his shivering finally stopped, and his shirt began to dry. "You're new around these parts, " Bethberry said. "Yes, ma'am, " he replied. "What part of Gondor are you from?" she asked. She was somewhat dismayed by his blank stare. "I'm a blacksmith, " he replied hesitantly. "People call me Mellon." "Sounds like the cold has you in its grip." She refilled his tea. "Would you like more soup?" He hesitantly nodded, squinting; she wondered at his lapse in manners, until he turned aside and a sneeze roared from him. Another followed. Bethberry called for more soup, and refilled the teakettle. "Yes, please, mba'amb, " came the belated, stuffed-up mumble. He inched still closer to the fire. The children were expecting his promised return, he reflected; best not to get too comfortable here. Perhaps after some more soup... Outside, he thought he heard a very, very loud roar made by a huge-- something... maybe a dragon? A troll? -- and then sudden screaming. He listened; the screaming continued, and then faded, and was replaced by laughter. He must have imagined it. He ran his hand through his long, wet, bedraggled dark hair. Perhaps the innkeeper was right; perhaps the snow and cold had addled his thoughts. He turned his other side towards the fire, and drank some more tea. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 10:35 PM December 15, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.