A tall blacked garbed stranger silently entered the inn of the White Horse. He was unremarkable with the exception of his height (A rather large 6ft 2”) He tipped back the cowl of his black cloak and ran his fingers through his thick dark hair then rubbed his stubbly chin ‘Time for a shave’ he thought to himself. He scanned the common room quickly as a hunter and mercenary does in unfamiliar territory, and found a seat near the rear of the inn. He un-slung his two handed sword from the baldric on his back and lent the sword against the edge of the table, out of the way but easy enough to reach if the situation arose which he both hoped and knew it wouldn’t.
He sat in the seat ordering only one pitcher of ale as he watched the patrons of the inn of the White Horse. He saw Bethberry but she was busy on other duties so she did not see Adanedhel sitting in the chair with his barely touched pitcher of ale. He smiled as he saw her again. It had been many a month since he had seen the healer. She had been traveling with Adanedhel and a company headed for Umbar on a mission of great importance until Bethberry had been taken ill. They had left her at Rivendell and then moved on none of which the company rarely saw within the walls of the white city of Minas Tirith.
He saw that she had recovered well from that and as well she should the incident being many months ago now.
Adanedhel sat a while longer and took no more than three sips of his ale then rose and strode purposefully towards Bethberry as she went towards a table with a plate stacked high with a patron’s breakfast. Adanedhel smiled one of his usual cheeky grins as Bethberry put the plate down for the man nodded politely then looked up to see who was walking towards her. At first she didn’t realize and she started to say:
’What can I do……’
She stopped mid-sentence and smiled one of her beautifully big smiles, one that made Adanedhel’s grin go even wider. He stopped a few feet away from her and bowed low:
’We meet again…..lovely Bethberry’
[ January 24, 2003: Message edited by: Adanedhel ]
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