[Nerindel]

As the new day began, a tall and slender elven woman rode into the courtyard of the Green dragon inn, her shoulder length golden hair shone with the light of the suns first rays. "I think we will stop here today friend," she whispered to the grey elven mare, patting its neck lovingly.

She dismounted and lead Lintaer to the stables, the stable doors where closed she looked at the mare and shrugged. There was a bucket and some hay next to the hitching post outside the stable. She hitched Lintaer and taking the bucket she looked around for somewhere to fill it, on a small hill next to the inn see saw a well. "I'll just get you some water," she smiled stroking the mares fine silvery mane, she laughed lightly as the mare muzzled her affectionately.

She skipped lightly across the courtyard swinging the empty bucket in her left hand, whistling lightly as she went. Kneeling down on the damp morning grass she gently lowered the wooden bucket attached to the well, once filled she pulled it back up and emptied it into the larger metal one she had brought from the courtyard, she lowered the smaller bucket once more and used the cool fresh water within to wash away the dirt and grim of her journey, as she did her hand traced the thin pink line across the left cheek of her dark weathered, but delicate face. She shuddered as the memories of the mission that had brought her the scar flashed through her mind and memory of the elf who could never look on her without the torment of the same mission plaguing him, stood out sorely in her mind. she missed him so, and her heart ached to see him, but she had not seen him since he left Mirk...no she would never call it that, Greenwood shortly after the great war. a single tear fell down her cheek, she brushed it away and pushed those fateful memories to the back of her mind.

Then lifting the now heavy bucket she slowly made her way back to Lintaer. The mare lightly nickered her thanks, She smiled and affectionately scratched the mares ear. "Now to see to myself she laughed, I will be by later to see if you are housed comfortably, now be nice to the stable staff she winked jovially, The mare snorted and stamped a hoof as if offended by her words. With one last loving pat, she made her way to the inn.

She paused at the door, wondering what this day would bring. and with a deep breath she pushed open the door and made her way to the common room. She removed her dusty cloak and hung it on a peg next to the door and made her way to the bar, adjusting the strap on her herb satchel she perched herself gracefully on a stool in front of the bar.

"Can I get you anything!" a middle aged, stern looking, hobbit woman asked. She smiled warmly and asked "if it was possible for her to get a room in the inn?" "Of course, of course!" the hobbit woman now grinned, pushing a large guest book in front of her and handing her a beautiful blue quill, She delicately scrolled the letters of her name 'Taurëwen'. "Good, Good" the hobbit woman nodded taking both the quill and book, placing them back under the bar and handing her a medium sized dragon headed brass key. "up the stairs and second on the left, but I hope you will stay down for breakfast" the hobbit woman said eyeing her up and down although she thought the slender elf didn't eat. "That would be lovely," she smiled " I Should make you aware that I do not eat meat, but anything else would be fine" she smiled earnestly as the woman's face again seemed stern. "And can I get you anything to drink" the woman asked politely, "Elder flower tea if you have some" she smiled hopefully. The woman's stern look again fell away at the unusual request, but she grinned proudly and said "yes, I do" Have a seat and make yourself comfortable and I will have someone bring your breakfast.

Taurëwen nodded her thanks and turned to find a table, her eyes widen and her heart skipped a beat as she came face to face with the elf she only moments ago thought about ..... Rey she whispered, tilting her head slightly making sure it was really him and not a figment of her imagination.