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mark12_30 · 02-23-2004, 04:42 PM

Talan stirred in his dreams, his eyes darting from side to side beneath their lids. His lips moved a little, and he murmured slightly.

As he dreamt, a tall elf-lord faced him; regal, golden-haired, powerful, and perhaps a little frightening. Talan's lips tightened, and he stood taller, stiffening. You need fear no man, he thought to himself.

"A good morning to you, " Talan said.

The elf-lord nodded slightly. "The dawn promises to be bright; may your future be like it."

Talan thought about that for a moment, and then replied, "Thanks. You are a stranger in these parts."

"Nay, " replied the lord gently, "though few have met me. Tell me, where is Bethberry? I require her presence."

Talan's eyebrows went up, and he shrugged. "She should be up at dawn, " he said.

"Bring her to me when she has risen, " the elf-lord replied.

"Very well, " Talan answered, glad that Bethberry was a generally agreeable sort. He didn't really want to argue with this person. The elf-lord faded from view, and Talan struggled out of the dream and into the dawn.

Frowning, Talan rolled over and sat up. It was morning. He got up, dressed hurriedly, and went to find Bethberry. He could not find her. He knocked on the door to her room, and there was no answer. He went to find Aylwen.

"She has left me in charge, " Aylwen replied. "I do not know on what business she travels, but she has indeed departed."

Talan squared his shoulders; the elf-lord would be disappointed. Well, if he was angry, there was nothing Talan could have done. He went outside to find the tall, golden-haired elf-lord.

He found only the dark-haired, young Gondorian man of average build and looks that he had seen earlier that morning when he finished nailing the beam. The man seemed to be waiting for him. "Where is the Innkeeper?" he asked Talan.

Talan shrugged. "She is gone; on travel, they say. Did the elf-lord send you? Where is he?"

The young Gondorian man raised an eyebrow, but otherwise made no sign, holding Talan's gaze.

"Did he send you? Answer me, " Talan said impatiently.

The man frowned, his eyes hardening. "Your impertinence does your town little honor," he said, and after a moment he dismissed his displeasure. "It matters little. I must find a horse. In whose care was the Inn left during the Innkeeper's absence?"

Talan's jaw dropped. "Where is the elf-lord? Did you do something to him? And what do you need a horse for?"

Just then a little girl walked by, and smiled up at the darkhaired young man. "Mellon! You are awake! Are you feeling better?"

The ice vanished from the Gondorian's eyes, and a soft smile began as he bowed to her. "Thank you, little one. I am indeed."

02-23-2004, 04:42 PM	#312
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Mellon/Amroth Talan stirred in his dreams, his eyes darting from side to side beneath their lids. His lips moved a little, and he murmured slightly. As he dreamt, a tall elf-lord faced him; regal, golden-haired, powerful, and perhaps a little frightening. Talan's lips tightened, and he stood taller, stiffening. You need fear no man, he thought to himself. "A good morning to you, " Talan said. The elf-lord nodded slightly. "The dawn promises to be bright; may your future be like it." Talan thought about that for a moment, and then replied, "Thanks. You are a stranger in these parts." "Nay, " replied the lord gently, "though few have met me. Tell me, where is Bethberry? I require her presence." Talan's eyebrows went up, and he shrugged. "She should be up at dawn, " he said. "Bring her to me when she has risen, " the elf-lord replied. "Very well, " Talan answered, glad that Bethberry was a generally agreeable sort. He didn't really want to argue with this person. The elf-lord faded from view, and Talan struggled out of the dream and into the dawn. Frowning, Talan rolled over and sat up. It was morning. He got up, dressed hurriedly, and went to find Bethberry. He could not find her. He knocked on the door to her room, and there was no answer. He went to find Aylwen. "She has left me in charge, " Aylwen replied. "I do not know on what business she travels, but she has indeed departed." Talan squared his shoulders; the elf-lord would be disappointed. Well, if he was angry, there was nothing Talan could have done. He went outside to find the tall, golden-haired elf-lord. He found only the dark-haired, young Gondorian man of average build and looks that he had seen earlier that morning when he finished nailing the beam. The man seemed to be waiting for him. "Where is the Innkeeper?" he asked Talan. Talan shrugged. "She is gone; on travel, they say. Did the elf-lord send you? Where is he?" The young Gondorian man raised an eyebrow, but otherwise made no sign, holding Talan's gaze. "Did he send you? Answer me, " Talan said impatiently. The man frowned, his eyes hardening. "Your impertinence does your town little honor," he said, and after a moment he dismissed his displeasure. "It matters little. I must find a horse. In whose care was the Inn left during the Innkeeper's absence?" Talan's jaw dropped. "Where is the elf-lord? Did you do something to him? And what do you need a horse for?" Just then a little girl walked by, and smiled up at the darkhaired young man. "Mellon! You are awake! Are you feeling better?" The ice vanished from the Gondorian's eyes, and a soft smile began as he bowed to her. "Thank you, little one. I am indeed." Last edited by mark12_30; 02-24-2004 at 10:52 AM.