* 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. *
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