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Kates Frodo Temp · 05-20-2003, 06:21 PM

The pair entered the inn, smiling and laughing merrily. "Not boisterous," Elhor thought as he watched from his corner, "just full of happiness!" He couldn't imagine how anyone could be so completely content; he would watch, as always, and learn their secret.

They continued in their own world, standing in the doorway chatting pleasantly. Finally the young hobbit mentioned something to her companion about letting in the night air, and they moved to a table.

Elhor couldn't hear them anymore, but that didn't matter. They weren't saying anything of importance, just enjoying each other's company. The boy had said the name "Rosemary" when they first came in. He could have been talking about anyone, but the name certainly fit the blue eyed hobbit lass.

While he waited for a chance to move closer, (Elhor didn't want to seem as if he were eavesdropping) he busied himself by noting every detail concerning the new arrivals. Rosy cheeks, large blue eyes and reddish-brown hair for the lady...no, not a lady: she could have been no older than fifteen summers! She was wearing a sky blue pinafore, dusty from travel, and looked eagerly up into her companions face.

Mostly the boy returned her gaze with an indulgent expression, but his mind was elsewhere. He managed to keep up a steady flow of small talk, so the girl, Rosemary, was satisfied. His raven black hair, which badly wanted cutting, contrasted sharply with pale skin and blue eyes. Everything about him was small, but not in a way that made him look frail or sickly. Quite the opposite! He was the picture of health and beauty.

He was no older than Rosemary, but was, Elhor could tell by his look and collected manner of speaking, very "old for his age." A smile hovered constantly on his lips, and glinted in his eye.

Rosemary did most of the talking, but one could tell that she would have been silent if not for her friend. The looks he gave her, the few words he spoke, were full of the things she longed to here, and as she talked she was soaking up his pleasure.

Elhor could tell she adored him, and that he relished it, but they were only friends, partners in some childish frolic that had brought here, and would take them right back out the door.

"Why should it matter to me?" It didn't! Surely he was only watching them to occupy his mind! Why, then, did his heart ache for them to stay?

05-20-2003, 06:21 PM	#658
Kates Frodo Temp Wight Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: The Vale, Ancartia Posts: 112	The pair entered the inn, smiling and laughing merrily. "Not boisterous," Elhor thought as he watched from his corner, "just full of happiness!" He couldn't imagine how anyone could be so completely content; he would watch, as always, and learn their secret. They continued in their own world, standing in the doorway chatting pleasantly. Finally the young hobbit mentioned something to her companion about letting in the night air, and they moved to a table. Elhor couldn't hear them anymore, but that didn't matter. They weren't saying anything of importance, just enjoying each other's company. The boy had said the name "Rosemary" when they first came in. He could have been talking about anyone, but the name certainly fit the blue eyed hobbit lass. While he waited for a chance to move closer, (Elhor didn't want to seem as if he were eavesdropping) he busied himself by noting every detail concerning the new arrivals. Rosy cheeks, large blue eyes and reddish-brown hair for the lady...no, not a lady: she could have been no older than fifteen summers! She was wearing a sky blue pinafore, dusty from travel, and looked eagerly up into her companions face. Mostly the boy returned her gaze with an indulgent expression, but his mind was elsewhere. He managed to keep up a steady flow of small talk, so the girl, Rosemary, was satisfied. His raven black hair, which badly wanted cutting, contrasted sharply with pale skin and blue eyes. Everything about him was small, but not in a way that made him look frail or sickly. Quite the opposite! He was the picture of health and beauty. He was no older than Rosemary, but was, Elhor could tell by his look and collected manner of speaking, very "old for his age." A smile hovered constantly on his lips, and glinted in his eye. Rosemary did most of the talking, but one could tell that she would have been silent if not for her friend. The looks he gave her, the few words he spoke, were full of the things she longed to here, and as she talked she was soaking up his pleasure. Elhor could tell she adored him, and that he relished it, but they were only friends, partners in some childish frolic that had brought here, and would take them right back out the door. "Why should it matter to me?" It didn't! Surely he was only watching them to occupy his mind! Why, then, did his heart ache for them to stay? __________________ I yessessë Eru ontanë Menel ar Cemen. Genesis 1:1 Sign my lighter, Meela?