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Dark Shadow · 01-24-2003, 02:19 PM

The Elf walked slowly into the Green Dragon. Returning was always painful. Looking around and seeing how things had moved on without him, how people had carried on their lives, unaware of his absence. It was the same anywhere. He had thought that the inn wouldn’t affect him. He had spent so short a time there, spoken to few, and impressed none. Why should they miss him? But still he felt a strange emptiness. Knowing that you’ll always be alone is all the more agonizing when you know everyone else has someone to share their pain with. They all have someone who cares. No one can care until they understand, and he knew they’d never understand. He didn’t want them to. He would be alone. Always. He appreciated that there were those who tried to get close to him, help him, but he knew they weren’t sincere. They had their own troubles. But he didn’t want help. Pride held him above the others. He would make it. Everything would work out in the end.

It hadn’t been long since he’d left the place, and yet it seemed to him that it had been ages since he’d sat beside the fire, drinking ale and enjoying the warmth. He looked around. Everything was as it had been when he had last visited. Customers had left, more had arrived, but everything was very much like it had been before. He looked to the table where he had sat. But for him things had changed. He couldn’t sit around drinking ale. He needed sleep, and after that he would move on again. That’s how it would always be. His arm was painful, and he was tired. The dust had once again settled on his cloak, where it was joined by more dirt and blood. He sighed, and made his way awkwardly and stiffly across to where Pio stood by the bar.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a room for me would you?” his voice reflected the fatigue and pain he was suffering from. “I could do with some rest.”

With that he stood back to wait for her answer. He took the opportunity to remove the hood again. His hair was dusty, his face unwashed. He stumbled slightly as he stepped away from the bar, and put his hand on a nearby tabletop to stop himself from falling to the ground. He just needed rest. Just rest. That was all. Everything was going to be fine.

[ January 24, 2003: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]

01-24-2003, 02:19 PM	#223
Dark Shadow Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Someplace in Middle Earth Posts: 130	The Elf walked slowly into the Green Dragon. Returning was always painful. Looking around and seeing how things had moved on without him, how people had carried on their lives, unaware of his absence. It was the same anywhere. He had thought that the inn wouldn’t affect him. He had spent so short a time there, spoken to few, and impressed none. Why should they miss him? But still he felt a strange emptiness. Knowing that you’ll always be alone is all the more agonizing when you know everyone else has someone to share their pain with. They all have someone who cares. No one can care until they understand, and he knew they’d never understand. He didn’t want them to. He would be alone. Always. He appreciated that there were those who tried to get close to him, help him, but he knew they weren’t sincere. They had their own troubles. But he didn’t want help. Pride held him above the others. He would make it. Everything would work out in the end. It hadn’t been long since he’d left the place, and yet it seemed to him that it had been ages since he’d sat beside the fire, drinking ale and enjoying the warmth. He looked around. Everything was as it had been when he had last visited. Customers had left, more had arrived, but everything was very much like it had been before. He looked to the table where he had sat. But for him things had changed. He couldn’t sit around drinking ale. He needed sleep, and after that he would move on again. That’s how it would always be. His arm was painful, and he was tired. The dust had once again settled on his cloak, where it was joined by more dirt and blood. He sighed, and made his way awkwardly and stiffly across to where Pio stood by the bar. “You wouldn’t happen to have a room for me would you?” his voice reflected the fatigue and pain he was suffering from. “I could do with some rest.” With that he stood back to wait for her answer. He took the opportunity to remove the hood again. His hair was dusty, his face unwashed. He stumbled slightly as he stepped away from the bar, and put his hand on a nearby tabletop to stop himself from falling to the ground. He just needed rest. Just rest. That was all. Everything was going to be fine. [ January 24, 2003: Message edited by: Dark Shadow ]