[elf-girl-63]

Aranel looked around the room. Most of the inn's customers seemed to be enjoying the music, and she was too, although she was beginning to miss Ferdy's company. He had been accosted by some younger hobbits and was now busy teaching them the basic rhythms of the songs. She smiled at how relaxed he looked with them. He must have realised she was staring because he raised his head suddenly and winked at her. Blushing, she immediately turned away, not used to such actions.

The room was full of hobbits eating loudly but Aranel jumped at the door banged shut and in entered yet another hobbit with dark brown eyes. He sat down with some acquaintances (or were they friends? SHe couldn't quite tell) and began puffing on a particularly large pipe. The smoke, however, began to drift over to her table, making her cough and splutter. After wiping her eyes in a dark green handkerchief, she eventually got up to order some food. For some reason the journey had left her weary and hungry... the late lunch she had eaten only a couple of hours ago had done little and so she made her way to the bar.

A young hobbit girl was there with bouncing curls and a pleasant face, 'Would you like some supper Miss?" she enquired politely.

"Yes could I have the chicken with vegetables, the spice cake and some water please?"

The girl nodded and asked to her seat, "Oh, just over there in the corner near the window, thank you." Aranel swept her long hair out of her face and made her way back to her quiet table.