[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel was suddenly awoken by the sound of a plate hitting the hard wooden floor. She jerked open her eyes and looked towards the place the noise had occurred. She saw a young hobbit-lad. He had apparently been taking the food back to his table when it slipped out of his fingers. He was exactly 24 and a half, with short, curly brown hair. Alatariel could sense his age. She had always been able to sense things, ever since she was little. She felt his embarrassment as several people turned and chuckled. She felt sorry for the young lad, and decided to help him. She got up from the wooden table, and walked towards him. She bended down onto her knee, her dark brown hair tumbling over her shoulder, “Here, I will help you,” she said starting to pick up the food on the floor.

“No that’s okay, you don’t have to. I’m fine,” he said. He looked up at Alatariel’s face. His dark brown eyes met hers. Suddenly there was a flash of light only visible to the both of them. They saw into each other’s lives, knowing all the pain both of them had been through. Then, they were suddenly jerked out of the daze.

“Please, allow me,” Alatariel continued to help pick up the food. They soon had all the food on the plate. Alatariel stood up back on her feet. She reached out her hand gently, “Here, let me help you up.”

The hobbit grasped her hand firmly. His hands were damp from sweating. They were very warm. She pulled him up gently. “Thank you,” he said gratefully, still embarrassed about the incident.

“It’s no trouble, just helping out,” she replied.

“Well, thank you. See you around,” the hobbit said taking the plate up to the bar.

Alatariel was pleased at the thought of helping someone out. She walked back up to the bar, feeling quite a bit thirsty. She looked out the window to see what time it was. Rain poured outside, making her unable to find out what time it was. She put her hood down, and then put back her shawl, revealing a sky blue gown. It flowed all the way down to the floor. Strolling to the bar, she saw several people leave the Inn. She walked up to the bar, and sat on a stool next to what appeared to be an elf. She had dark, brown hair, and soft grey eyes. She seemed to be enjoying her drink, which Alatariel could not recognize, but it looked tasty. The bartender walked over to her, “May I help you?”

“Yes, I’d like what this lady hear is having,” she pointed to the reddish liquid in the container.

“Okay, I’ll have you one in just a second,” the person said walking away. She arrived back shortly with a glass of the reddish liquid.

“Umm, excuse me, but what is this called?” Alatariel asked.

“It’s a homemade thing. Fairly knew. No name yet.”

“Oh, okay,” Alatariel began to sip at the beverage. She slowly drifted away from reality. She was thinking back to her past. She reached into her pouch, and pulled out the gold locket, and then began to feel the patterns along it.

[ May 22, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]