[Nerindel]

After Léspheria had finnished her evening meal, Buttercup had found her and asked her if she wouldn't mind helping out again.

"Miz Aman and Cami are tryin' to find more rooms an' Ruby is off helping Deufin with something" the flustered hobbit woman explained

"off course, it would be my pleasure" she smiled.

Buttercup sighed with relief as the elven woman rose, "here you'll be needin this" she said holding out a brown leather waitressing apron. Lespheria took the apron from Buttercup and tied it about her waist, it had two pockets on the front for carrying coins.

"There now you look the part, come, come" she urged pulling on her hand, she lead her to the bar and showed her were everything was

"All the prices are on the board, there" she said pointing to a large black board that hung on the wall behind the bar.

"Here you can start with this" she Passed Léspheria a large round wooden tray, then filled two large metal jugs, one had a nut brown frothy ale in it "The Shire's finest" buttercup told her, the other held a sweet smelling golden beverage that the hobbit had called Cider. The hobbit then placed both jugs on the tray. "on you go then" she smiled.

laughing lightly léspheria weaved in and out of the now crowded tables, lifting empty mugs and refilling any that wanted it. as time went by the coins in her apron pocket started to jingle as she walked, she had been so busy that she had bearly noticed when Ruby and Aman returned to the common room.

The evening was waning when Léspheria's sharp grey eyes spotted someone in the crowd that she recognised, she tilted her head to be sure that she was right, 'Yes, I'm sure that he is the kings messenger 'she thought trying hard to recall his name.

"Miz! Miz!" the dwarf she was serving cried as the ale she was pouring over flowed the mug and was running towards the edge of the table. "oh! I'm so sorry" she appologised mopping up the spilled ale with a cloth that she had put in her pocket earlier.

As she looked up she saw Deufin leaving the Rohirrim mans company, but he was not alone the small elven woman that her brother had spoken to the night before was with him.

Eodwine! the name suddenly came to her.
As an emissary for the lords of Rivendell, she had been to many places and meet many people. She had met Eodwine several times in the courts of both Gondor and Rohan. She remembered his unquenchable thirst for knowledge, Especially the history of the war, she had spent much time on one visit to Rohan telling him about the fall of Dol Guldor, when she and a few other elves of Rivendell had went to Lorien to aid their fellow kin, that she had nearly missed the meeting that she had been sent to attend.

'I must find time that I may speak with him again for I am sure he will have new tales to tell' she thought to herself as she finnished mopping up the spilled ale and taking the silver pennies the dwarf had given her, she then turn and walked to the next table to see if it occupants needed their drinks refreshed.

[ June 05, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]