Pio picked up one of the heavy clay pint glasses and threw it swift and sure at the Elf's head. He looked bemused as stars in the shape of Wilwarin floated through the impending blackness of his mind.
Leaping over the bar, her own sword drawn, she ran to disarm the unwelcome entrant. Once done, she dragged him from the Inn and tied him to the horse he had ridden in on. Giving the steed a smart slap on the hindquarters, she sent him down the road.
Barodir had come running out behind the two, and now stood hands on hips looking in frustration at the retreating rear of the Elven steed.
'Looks like you will have to run after him if you wish to catch him, man of Gondor.' she said, looking at the vanishing cloud of dust.
[ December 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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