[ArwenBaggins]

After putting her things away in the small room given to her, Dafodyl walked to the dusty stairs nearby, and started to walk down. ‘I wish I could feel my feet!’ she murmured under her breath. Her feet where pale, and they were starting to go blue. She felt as if she could drop all of Middle-Earth on them and not feel a thing.

She snapped back to reality as she smelt ale, conies, and stew when she reached the bottom step. There were big people and hobbits alike all over the place. She pushed her way through the crowd to Daisy, who was sitting at the bar.

"Pint of ale and a bowl of stew please." She said to the Innkeeper. She had to eat all she could when she had the chance, and save some for later if at all possible.

Once the ale and bowl was in her hand, she was already starting on it. The ale was pleasant, like the first time she had ever tasted it. The soup was steaming hot, and it was thick and juicy. It burned her lips as she sipped it, but she couldn’t tell. She was savoring every drop of it.

After her content meal, Dafodyl staggered over to a table where some of her hobbit companions were sitting. She sighed deeply, closed her eyes, and her thoughts started to drift and be drowned by the sounds of talking and laughter.

[ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]