Nobody notices a small, dark-blond hobbit girl walk into the inn. She slips her hood off her head, and glances around, relieved that she was able to enter unnoticed.
Slipping off her red cloak, she carefully hangs it on a low hook on the coat hanger next to her, and quietly walks further into the inn. Instead of immediantly asking for a room, she silently slips into a seat at one of the hobbit-sized tables, and patiently sits there, admiring the scenery outside the window next to her table.
[ October 10, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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~*Artalwen*~
:~*~: Elven archer :~*~:
"On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun."
-verse from a song found in 'The Hobbit'-
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