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Lumiel · 10-21-2003, 01:52 PM

A few last rays of warmth fell on Lumiel's fair face as she walked along the pleasant road in the Shire, not far from the Green Dragon. Off in the distance she could hear the laughter and gaiety of several young hobbits romping through the fields, finishing their honest-everyday work and now ready for play. She smiled as she listened and glanced upward to the sky which appeared in a myriad of twilight colors: deep, velvety blue, coppery orange, tawny yellow and a few pastel pinks and purples amongs the patches between the bright green leaves in the trees.

Her long brown hair was pulled back into a loose braid and her sleeves were rolled up, her cloak not present at the moment as the weather was more than temperate enough having not yet cooled from the day's heat. A child's song came unbidden to her mind and she hummed it as she began to skip lightly since she did not remember the words. The birds called clearly to one another in a rush of sounds as though trying to hurry any last messages before night claimed the land, and in her mind, they called to Lumiel as well.

After a second repetition of the simple rhyme, she realized that she had come in sight of the Green Dragon. On a whim, she decided to go inside for a drink, since she had little else to do. As she made her way forward, she saw out of the corner of her eye movement in the half-shadows of the stables. She turned to see Uien and a man, deep in conversation. Uien appeared on the verge of tears and a sudden tug pulled at Lumiel's heart, wishing to cure whatever ailed the elven woman. She turned her focus to the man and guessed that it was likely to be Falowik. Her glance hovered a moment on his features, seeing him for the first time.

At that moment he went to his knees and kissed Uien's hand, and in her mind the connection between Uien and Falowik clicked. She blushed to see the two together, knowing that it was not meant to be seen. She had no intention of telling anyone, especially since she knew very few here besides Uien herself with whom she felt a strange kinship, though she knew not if it was reciprocated.

She quickly turned her eyes away and hurried into the Inn, not wanting to intrude anymore, be it intended or not. She strode up to the counter and asked for a cider, giving a few coins to the servant in return. She found an empty table in a corner and took a seat, looking around the room.

Lifting the glass to her lips, she drank deeply, enjoying the sweet taste. She licked her lips in an almost dainty manner and smiled her approval of the drink. Crossing her legs, she sat back to relax. As she did so, she felt some part of her shirt catch onto the chair. She used one hand to try and adjust it, but to no avail. After a few more failed tries, she decided to stand so she could turn and see it better.

Although Lumiel was an elf, she had her random moments of absolute and total obliviousness and clumsiness: this was one of them. As she stood with her glass in hand, her legs became entangled with those of the chair and of the table. Her free arm waved rather comically as she tried to regain her balance. She wobbled a moment before twisting and falling to the floor, landing on her behind in a rather ungraceful manner. As she went, the glass left her grasp and made a flight through the air like that of a laden swallow (suffice it to be a European swallow) and plunged to the ground, soaking her with the cider she been enjoying only a moment before. Luckily, the glass itself did not break.

Lumiel blinked a few times as she wiped cider from her face, where it was already becoming sticky where stray hairs were plastered to her face. Looking herself over, she saw that she had doused most of her head and shirt, with a few dark spots on her pants. Realizing fully now the situation, she broke out laughing. It rang clearly through the Inn and was that of an innocent young maid, acting more the part of a girl than anything else.

Her laughter continued, and between her gasps for air, she managed to call the server to her and she asked, "I think - Ha Ha Ha Ha! - I need - snicker - a refill please!" and went on giggling to herself, receiving more than a few stares in the process, not that her previous performance a moment before hadn't attained for her a few looks as well.

[ October 21, 2003: Message edited by: Lumiel ]

10-21-2003, 01:52 PM	#302
Lumiel Registered User Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: The Land of Mordor (MWUAHAHAHA!...ahem...) Posts: 95	A few last rays of warmth fell on Lumiel's fair face as she walked along the pleasant road in the Shire, not far from the Green Dragon. Off in the distance she could hear the laughter and gaiety of several young hobbits romping through the fields, finishing their honest-everyday work and now ready for play. She smiled as she listened and glanced upward to the sky which appeared in a myriad of twilight colors: deep, velvety blue, coppery orange, tawny yellow and a few pastel pinks and purples amongs the patches between the bright green leaves in the trees. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a loose braid and her sleeves were rolled up, her cloak not present at the moment as the weather was more than temperate enough having not yet cooled from the day's heat. A child's song came unbidden to her mind and she hummed it as she began to skip lightly since she did not remember the words. The birds called clearly to one another in a rush of sounds as though trying to hurry any last messages before night claimed the land, and in her mind, they called to Lumiel as well. After a second repetition of the simple rhyme, she realized that she had come in sight of the Green Dragon. On a whim, she decided to go inside for a drink, since she had little else to do. As she made her way forward, she saw out of the corner of her eye movement in the half-shadows of the stables. She turned to see Uien and a man, deep in conversation. Uien appeared on the verge of tears and a sudden tug pulled at Lumiel's heart, wishing to cure whatever ailed the elven woman. She turned her focus to the man and guessed that it was likely to be Falowik. Her glance hovered a moment on his features, seeing him for the first time. At that moment he went to his knees and kissed Uien's hand, and in her mind the connection between Uien and Falowik clicked. She blushed to see the two together, knowing that it was not meant to be seen. She had no intention of telling anyone, especially since she knew very few here besides Uien herself with whom she felt a strange kinship, though she knew not if it was reciprocated. She quickly turned her eyes away and hurried into the Inn, not wanting to intrude anymore, be it intended or not. She strode up to the counter and asked for a cider, giving a few coins to the servant in return. She found an empty table in a corner and took a seat, looking around the room. Lifting the glass to her lips, she drank deeply, enjoying the sweet taste. She licked her lips in an almost dainty manner and smiled her approval of the drink. Crossing her legs, she sat back to relax. As she did so, she felt some part of her shirt catch onto the chair. She used one hand to try and adjust it, but to no avail. After a few more failed tries, she decided to stand so she could turn and see it better. Although Lumiel was an elf, she had her random moments of absolute and total obliviousness and clumsiness: this was one of them. As she stood with her glass in hand, her legs became entangled with those of the chair and of the table. Her free arm waved rather comically as she tried to regain her balance. She wobbled a moment before twisting and falling to the floor, landing on her behind in a rather ungraceful manner. As she went, the glass left her grasp and made a flight through the air like that of a laden swallow (suffice it to be a European swallow) and plunged to the ground, soaking her with the cider she been enjoying only a moment before. Luckily, the glass itself did not break. Lumiel blinked a few times as she wiped cider from her face, where it was already becoming sticky where stray hairs were plastered to her face. Looking herself over, she saw that she had doused most of her head and shirt, with a few dark spots on her pants. Realizing fully now the situation, she broke out laughing. It rang clearly through the Inn and was that of an innocent young maid, acting more the part of a girl than anything else. Her laughter continued, and between her gasps for air, she managed to call the server to her and she asked, "I think - Ha Ha Ha Ha! - I need - snicker - a refill please!" and went on giggling to herself, receiving more than a few stares in the process, not that her previous performance a moment before hadn't attained for her a few looks as well. [ October 21, 2003: Message edited by: Lumiel ]