[Eressië Ailin]

Luin sped on into the night, dark cloak flying behind her, searching for an inn, or anywhere warm to spend the night. She was used to sleeping in the Wild, it had never really bothered her; but she greatly longed for a proper bed. Her parents often refered to beds as a rarity, for they often spent their time in the Wild. 'Noro lim, Thalion,' she whispered to her horse. Luin rode on, for hours that seemed endless, when she spottted a light in the distance. 'Ah! Hospitality at last!' she cried, but only to herself. She beckoned Thalion to stop near the stables. After dismounting and putting Thalion in one of the stalls, Luin walked into the Inn.

She saw a sign that read:

The Green Dragon Inn
The Shire

'The Green Dragon? The Shire? How did I end up here? Where,' she asked herself, 'is here?' Luin sighed. 'Oh well. I might, at least, be able to find some comfort in these strange parts.'

Luin looked around the Inn, and saw, much to her delight, that she was not surrounded by only Elves! There were Men, and Dwarves! The Dwarves didn't please the rest of her kin too much, but she didn't mind them. 'A hunted man often wearies of distrust and longs for friendship,' her uncle would always say. But what surprised Luin even more than the Elves and Men, were the Hobbits! Ever since the War of the Ring, Luin had wanted to meet one of these Halflings. 'Perhaps,' she thought, 'I'll go talk to one of them after I get a drink.' Luin made her way over to the bar, and waited patiently for someone to take her order.

[ March 16, 2003: Message edited by: Eressië Ailin ]