[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel enjoyed talking to the young hobbit lad. It was a change from only Aranel. 'Twas such a horrible past... well, anyways, 'tis so lonely here at the Inn, everyone is off in their own groups, you just can't cut in,' Alatariel said to him.

'Yes, I know the feelin'. So very lonely. 'Tis amazing how I can stand it, for ye are the first person to talk to me in a very long time. There are other's like us who are by themselves, but they are caught up in their own lives, much to worried to talk to common folk like myself. How 'bout a drink? On me,' the hobbit walked away from the table, Alatariel watched him closely. He walked up to the bar and ordered to mugs full of ale, a drink Alatariel was not to fond of, for she did not like it that much. He walked back through the crowd, trying not to spill the ale. 'Here ye go, m'lady,' he handed her a mug. She thanked him, and they sat there in silence, rain pouring down from the sky and thundering upon the Inn's roof, deep in thought.

Alatariel took a sip of her ale. She was thinking of her past. It wasn't so bad once I think about it. Nothing horrible really happened. All I did was leave, and never saw my mother again, and it's not like I knew who my father was, Alatariel thought, the hobbit's past wasn't so bad either, there were those embarrassing times, but who really cares what people think? Still... She took another sip of her ale. An image appeared in her head, it was of an elvish man, brown hair, dark brown eyes, and he was outside, riding away from his home. It was then that Alatariel saw him; he was walking into the Inn. She felt some weird connection with him, but she did not know what. He walked across the Inn's floor and over to the bar. He put back his shawl, and ordered a drink. Alatariel watched him as he sipped his wine. Not knowing what it was with him she left the table, "Excuse me, but I must leave now, namárië."

"Goodbye for the present, m'lady," the hobbit said. After she had been gone for quite awhile the hobbit, got up and left to the stables to feed the horses.


Alatariel walked over to the man. She sat next to him at the bar, and ordered herself a drink. The man looked over, but paid no attention. She noticed he was short for an elf, much like Alatariel herself. He was at least twice as old as Alatariel. He drank down the whole wine in one gulp. Alatariel sat there, and waited.

[ May 26, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]