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ElentariGreenleaf · 10-20-2005, 03:11 AM

How can such a place exist?. The rolling green meadows, the peaceful trickle of streams heading towards the great ocean... It was unbelievably beautiful compared to the wasteland of Haradwaith. Even the great land of Gondor was no beauty in contrast with this place. This place… The Shire. It seemed untouched by the Great War, yet it had indeed come to feel the pain the rest of the land had in that dark time.

A great peace filled Katara’s heart. The Shire was indeed the place her heart longed for. For the five years after her escape from the City of the Corsairs she had been moving from place to place in Middle Earth, looking for the home her heart desired. For two years she had stayed in Rohan, having discovered it to be her place of origin. But the pain of knowing they had allowed her parents to sell her as a slave was too much to bear. They claimed they had not known, but Katara saw a different tale in their eyes.

Her horse whinnied, causing Katara to start, snapping her from her thoughts. She smiled as one of the Little Folk walked by. Hobbits. They intrigued her no end. She had been in the Shire for a few days, so she no longer stared at them with wide eyes wondering how on earth a full grown Hobbit was only the size of a child. She had in fact thought them all children until she spoke to one. They were such kindly people, and Katara believed she would get on well here. Yes, this is where she would build her home.

A sign caught her eye as she road past. She stopped and looked back at it, reading aloud the fine script - “The Green Dragon Inn”. Now there was a fine name for an inn. She dismounted her mare, the only true friend she’d ever had, and set her out to graze, trusting her not to wander too far. Until she had built her home, Katara would need to somewhere to stay. She had earned much money since she had broken free of captivity, but she did not like to think about how. It made her sad she knew how to use a sword, yet she knew she could not have survived without the skill. But that part of her life was behind her now. She could live peacefully here, with her own animals and a vegetable garden for her to live off. Yes, that was how her life would be from now on. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the quaint inn.

10-20-2005, 03:11 AM	#2263
ElentariGreenleaf Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Look, I'm over there! Posts: 496	How can such a place exist?. The rolling green meadows, the peaceful trickle of streams heading towards the great ocean... It was unbelievably beautiful compared to the wasteland of Haradwaith. Even the great land of Gondor was no beauty in contrast with this place. This place… The Shire. It seemed untouched by the Great War, yet it had indeed come to feel the pain the rest of the land had in that dark time. A great peace filled Katara’s heart. The Shire was indeed the place her heart longed for. For the five years after her escape from the City of the Corsairs she had been moving from place to place in Middle Earth, looking for the home her heart desired. For two years she had stayed in Rohan, having discovered it to be her place of origin. But the pain of knowing they had allowed her parents to sell her as a slave was too much to bear. They claimed they had not known, but Katara saw a different tale in their eyes. Her horse whinnied, causing Katara to start, snapping her from her thoughts. She smiled as one of the Little Folk walked by. Hobbits. They intrigued her no end. She had been in the Shire for a few days, so she no longer stared at them with wide eyes wondering how on earth a full grown Hobbit was only the size of a child. She had in fact thought them all children until she spoke to one. They were such kindly people, and Katara believed she would get on well here. Yes, this is where she would build her home. A sign caught her eye as she road past. She stopped and looked back at it, reading aloud the fine script - “The Green Dragon Inn”. Now there was a fine name for an inn. She dismounted her mare, the only true friend she’d ever had, and set her out to graze, trusting her not to wander too far. Until she had built her home, Katara would need to somewhere to stay. She had earned much money since she had broken free of captivity, but she did not like to think about how. It made her sad she knew how to use a sword, yet she knew she could not have survived without the skill. But that part of her life was behind her now. She could live peacefully here, with her own animals and a vegetable garden for her to live off. Yes, that was how her life would be from now on. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the quaint inn. Last edited by ElentariGreenleaf; 10-20-2005 at 03:16 AM.