Theoric turned to see Lèspheria, the Elf from the previous night, entering the room and approaching a table full of the Green Dragon staff.
I was lucky I even got a room, thought the Dwarf, remembering his and Aman’s conversation. ‘No! She gave you a room with two Elves, purposefully judging from the look of her eyes,’ contradicted his inner self.
But then, Theoric looked upon Lèspheria’s graceful face, still glimmering like before, and her dark flowing hair, tied in a braid sitting over her right shoulder. I can’t get mad at her, the Dwarf argued. After all, she’s an Elf and I’m a Dwarf, we have no likenesses for each other.
The plate in front of the Dwarf was empty and breakfast was probably going to be over in a few minutes. “I’d best be on my way,” the Dwarf said to himself. Where am I going to go? He thought. Ah, maybe I could visit Bag End, maybe I could still see Samwise Gamgee and ask about his adventures with the legendary Frodo Baggins!
Theoric smiled as he planned his day out. The Dwarf stood up on his feet and bowed before Aman as he saw the Elf lady walk into the common room.
The Dwarf stepped into the common room. He saw the Elf, Lèspheria, sitting at a vacant table alone.
Approaching the Elf, the Dwarf took a deep breath. “Good morning, m’lady.”
The Elf looked up with a smile. “I came over to ask you if you know where to find Bagshot Row?” The Elf lady nodded her head from side to side. “Thank you, I’ll ask someone else, goodbye!”
Lèspheria lowered her head and began to finish her meal. Theoric turned out of the common room and out of the door to the day outside and he never returned to the Green Dragon until a few nights later, or so he thought.
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Theoric Windcaller ]
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Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens... -The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers: Book 2, Chapter 3)
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