Arawyn pushed the door open and walked into the green dragon, pulling her hood off her jet-black hair, and shaking her hair. Her green eyes cautiously looked around at the now-familer place, and her eyes lit up from joy at visiting a familar place.
She pulled her cloak, now wet from the rain outside, off and hung it on a nearby coat rack.
It is delightfully good to be back.
She went up to the front counter, and a bright, energetic hobbit came up to the counter.
"What can I get ye?" the hobbit inquired.
Arawyn smiled. "Just a pint of hot cocoa, if ye have it. I'd be most thankful." she replied. The hobbit smiled, and went into the kitchen. Arawyn sat down on one of the stools to await the hobbit.
[ February 11, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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~*Artalwen*~
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"On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun."
-verse from a song found in 'The Hobbit'-
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