Alatariel saw several of the guests, get up and leave to the rooms. Looking towards the entrance she saw a few hobbits walk in. They seemed very jolly folk, very happy. She looked down at the gold locket, then quickly put it away in her pouch after seeing a person walk closely behind her. She took the last sip of her wine. She pulled her hood down more over her face, which hid her face almost entirly, then slowly dozed off, leaving one eye partially open like a cat.
Something startled her, she fluttered her eyes open. Someone, apparently an innkeeper, had walked by and noticed the empty glass.
"Shall I refill this, or would you just like me to take it away?" she said.
"Oh, yes, you may take them away. Thank you," Alatariel replied with a smile.
She looked up again to watch all of the people. She saw that many of them had left to go to their rooms. Wondering how long she had been asleep she got up out of the table. She yearned to feel the fresh air, so she decided to take a walk outside.
She kept a quick paste, until outside. Relieved to have some fresh air, she drew back her hood. Her soft, green eyes shone in the moonlight. She looked up at the moon to see how long she had been asleep. The moon was straight above her head. Alatariel was amazed at the time. She felt Aranel was getting lonely, so she walked over to the Inn's stables.
She walked in to see Aranel wide awake. Alatariel took her out of her stable to calm her. She walked her out into the moonlight. Her coat shone bright in the light. The wind rustled their hair slightly "You will be alright by yourself," she said to Aranel, stoking her soft, silky mane.
She left her there and walked back into the Inn. Strolling back to her table, she saw a few hobbits chatting together at a table. They continued to talk about a birthday party they had attended the other day, how it was one of the best birthday parties they had seen in a few years. Alatariel reached her table unoticed by the several groups. Her hood still hung down from her shawl. After sitting back down again in the wooden chair, she put her hood back over her face, then slowly dozed off, keeping one eye partially open, a trick she had learned in her younger days.
[ May 21, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]
[ May 21, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]
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