Morwyn came down the stairs slowly, still a little hesitant and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She had combed the tangles from her shoulderlength brown hair, but her clothes were still rumpled from traveling. She sighed heavily. She didn't mind being dirty and unsettled. She'd done it often enough before, but it had been a while... She didn't let herself think about Rohan. Not yet. It's fields and valleys started to flood her mind, but she shut her eyes tight against the memory, and continued into the common room.
She looked around the room for the girl, Sara, that she had met the night before, but she didn't seem to be there. So walking over to the bar, Morwyn ordered ale and stood for a moment, looking at the people in the inn. A group of Dwarves with a hobbit occupied one corner. In another section of the room several elves looked deep in their own conversation. She kept scanning the room. An oddly dressed blond man caught her eye, but he seemed to be telling his life story (rather loudly and flamboyantly) to an elf lady who looked as though she belonged there. Morwyn thought this must be Piosenniel, the innkeeper. The only other occupant of the room was a woman, sitting by herself with an odd expression on her face. Morwyn studied this woman for a moment, then took a seat near her. She wasn't sure if the woman was looking for company and she didn't want to intrude. She'd just wait for Sara....
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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