Mood

From years of wandering, learning and exploring, of hunting, fleeing and merrymaking, this trio of
friends were drawn back to their starting point.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” an elven traveller, blond haired and eyes of striking blue, burst through the inn
entrance. “Elves and Dwarfs, Men and Hobbits, Salutations.” Behind him, stepped him two travelling
companions. One, looking very similar, his brother, and the other, an Elven maid of surpassing beauty
and grace, his brother’s wife. “I am Myguel,” he spoke on, “my brother, Enguel,” his brother stepped
forward, “and to his right, his blindingly beautiful better half, Ywen.” She bowed slightly.

The three were clothed alike, fir tunics of silver sheen, and warm cloaks of silver brown, they shimmered
in the soft sunlight that crept into the Inn common room.
“Begging your pardon master?” A small waitress tugged on his cloak.
“Myguel bend down to her level. “To the centre of the earth and back we have travelled. From the
Havens grey to Lothlorian the fair, from Harad to Rhun, and most recently to the beloved King of Gondor,
Estel, who is a dear friend of old. Of all the places, peoples and treasures I have seen, none is more dear
then our Hobbits.” He spoke grandly using his arms expressively. There was clapping from the other
guests, and a small “thank you” from the hobbits.

“Two rooms my dear, and a meal. But do not disturb us yet with such things, songs and stories from afar
wait to be song and told. Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta.” The elves in the room pricked their ears.
“Who are you master?” She asked.
“As I told you, I am Myguel the traveller, or if you like lady, High elf of Rivendell.” He moved to the bar.
“Enguel, Ywen, join me for a drink?” He called to the bartender. “Three of your finest, my good man.”
The three sat at a centre table with their drinks. Curious young hobbits circled around them.
“Tell us of your story, master, and news of Gondor.” Asked a hobbit, and an elf from the corner cried out,
“Kwentra lye i'narn!”
“My young friends, what do you wish to know?”
“How you came about here, sir, with your grand friends?”
“Why wouldn’t we lad? A special place in the hearts of all high elves resides in the Shire.” Elves nodded
at this. “And your beer is always good.” He winked at the waitress.

“Brother!” Enguel stood up laughing. “Stop this nonsense. Our audience is in need of answers.”
“Well them why don’t you tell them, most beloved of kin.”
“If you wish to know, my brother revealed we were high elves from Rivendell. We were prisoners of our
own wills there; fear was in our hearts to leave its valleys. Master Elrond, many years passed, made the
grand announcement of our triumph over the dark lord, and also of his near departure to the Havens.
With that knowledge, another fear struck our hearts.”

“For thousands of years, Myguel, Ywen and I have lived in Arda, only protected in the hidden Valley. We
have hidden from evil and we wished to seethe land of which we have lived. Weary of this land and of its
mortals, Master Elrond had said. We have not touched all the lands, nor met all of their mortals. How
could we be weary?”

“We left to do just that. We have been welcomed by Dwarfs, Men and Hobbits; Ents, orcs and evil
creatures. My brother has said, we will not depart for the sea until we know everything and tire of our
home here. Now, once again we visit the Shire. Estel sends his greetings!” Myguel stood up.
“Enough Brother, well told, but I would like to speak of the King. Mighty is his majesty. He protects the
lands and flowers their fields. The white tree blooms proudly the gardens of Minas Tirith.”
Myguel told of their visit. The Lady Arwen has now a son and two daughters, who grace the land. Elves
multiply once again in Ithilien, under the protection of the Kind and of Prince Faramir, and Éowen has
bared her love two sons. “It is a prosperous time for Men!” Clapping and cheering are heard from the
Inn’s Men.

The Inn’s guests are quite intrigued by these gay, happy elves. They are queer indeed, but welcomed for
their stories and songs. Late into the afternoon, they sing and talked. For Myguel, Enguel and Ywen are very
interested in all doings of everyone in The Green Dragon, and wish to hear their stories.

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