Primrose called for the upstairs maid to get another room ready. Buttercup, groaning, trudged up the stairs to comply. 'Why can't the guests at the Inn be normal folk. And not all these night owls!' The only room left was a small one, in the corner with two tiny windows facing west and south. Buttercup opened them up to air out the room, and fluffed the pillows to make them look more inviting. Though what an Elf needed with a room was beyond her. She had always heard they merely dreamed at times, eyes wide open, and preferably under the stars.
She hollered down the stairs, grinning at Prim, who raised her eyebrows at her and shook her head at the loud voice she had used.
'Your room's ready, Miss, whenever you are. Top of the stairs and in the southwest corner. And as to the need for a horse, I don't think we have any extra. All belong to the guests here, or to Mistress Piosenniel. And I know she will not be parting with hers.'
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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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