Caligon left the table, and walked toward the Hobbit-lass that Laurie had pointed out to him. However she, and the other Hobbit fellow in the floor with her, seemed to be quite concerned with some other matter, so he decided not to bother them.
He made for the kitchen with a backward glance at the table in which he had been sitting only moments ago, and at the girl who sat there still. He felt a strange saddness at leaving her, and wanted to go back, but he was too tired to go back, and indeed he didn't want to tell her he'd changed his mind after making it up to retire for some rest. He shrugged off the feeling, and continued on to the kitchen.
He poked his head inside the door, but as he did so he thought that asking one of the cooks where he could find a room may not be practical. They'd be busy preparing the food,he thought,and wouldn't want to concern themsleves with me.
He looked back at the Hobbit waitress he was originally told to speak to. She was getting up off the floor and the Hobbit with food all over him was leaving. Caligon walked over to her, looked down, and said, "Excuse me." She looked at him, strangly at first, then smiled. "Yes," she said, "How can I be of assistance?" Caligon smiled back. "I'm from Minas Tirith, and new in the Shire. Could you please show me where I can get a room for tonight?"
[ August 05, 2003: Message edited by: Dyrnwyn, Sword of Flame ]
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