Arawethiel strode down the stairs with her pack slung across her shoulder. It was time for her to depart the Green Dragon and continue her duties as a messenger. She had already tarried long enough and surely the other villages were getting impatient to receive their letters from Bree.
She smiled to the patrons and waved good-bye to the new innkeeper that had taken up residence during her stay here. Perhaps on another visit Arawethiel would get to know Aman better. Taking one last glance around the room she strode out the door and began her journey anew. With a refreshed spirit Arawethiel tread on enjoying the warm summer day. She had a feeling that she would return to the Green Dragon once more and held no doubts that she would have another enjoyable stay.
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"If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar he is, or will be when the time comes." Gandalf sticking it to the Dwarves.
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