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Amanaduial the archer · 01-08-2004, 04:35 PM

Aman watched, bemused, as an agitated Sindahir sprinted from the Common Room, hair flying as Niluial, coming back into the Inn, flattened herself against the doorway to avoid being run over.

After serving the hobbit and signing her in for a room, she instructed Ruby to take her to it and the server consented with a smile, beckoning to the hobbit as she took the key.

The tantalising smell of venison was floating into the room - perfect, not yet an hour past noon, when lunch would be served. Well, it seemed as good an excuse as any to go and see this newcomer from Brandy Hall, no less... Checking there were no immediately urgent deeds to be seen to in the Common Room, the Innkeeper ducked out of the bar and started quickly up the stairs, humming a little tune she had heard from an elf earlier in the day. Going up the second staircase, to what would be the 'servants' quarters where the hobbit was staying, she walked along, drumming her fingers lightly on the wall. She had no idea why she was feeling in such high spirits; probably something to do with the weather, the day brightening up nicely.

Indeed, the sun through one of the slightly misty, round, unshuttered windows caught the reds in Aman's brown hair as she stopped outside the room she had designated to Hawthorne and she rapped politely three times. There was a muffled thump and a surprised sound from inside, then silence. Aman stood for a moment, unsure of what to do, then raised her hand to knock again. But before her hand could make contact with the door, it opened, her knuckles rapping on thin air as the Innkeeper looked down at the hobbit lass who confronted her, standing back slightly so she wasn't actually looking so much down at her.

The girl brushed back her finely styled hair, smoothed her (there was no other word for it) pretty dress, regarding the Innkeeper for a moment, as if looking her up and down. Then she beamed, holding out a small hand.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:42 PM January 10, 2004: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]

01-08-2004, 04:35 PM	#168
Amanaduial the archer Shadow of Starlight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: dancing among the ledgerlines... Posts: 2,347	Aman watched, bemused, as an agitated Sindahir sprinted from the Common Room, hair flying as Niluial, coming back into the Inn, flattened herself against the doorway to avoid being run over. After serving the hobbit and signing her in for a room, she instructed Ruby to take her to it and the server consented with a smile, beckoning to the hobbit as she took the key. The tantalising smell of venison was floating into the room - perfect, not yet an hour past noon, when lunch would be served. Well, it seemed as good an excuse as any to go and see this newcomer from Brandy Hall, no less... Checking there were no immediately urgent deeds to be seen to in the Common Room, the Innkeeper ducked out of the bar and started quickly up the stairs, humming a little tune she had heard from an elf earlier in the day. Going up the second staircase, to what would be the 'servants' quarters where the hobbit was staying, she walked along, drumming her fingers lightly on the wall. She had no idea why she was feeling in such high spirits; probably something to do with the weather, the day brightening up nicely. Indeed, the sun through one of the slightly misty, round, unshuttered windows caught the reds in Aman's brown hair as she stopped outside the room she had designated to Hawthorne and she rapped politely three times. There was a muffled thump and a surprised sound from inside, then silence. Aman stood for a moment, unsure of what to do, then raised her hand to knock again. But before her hand could make contact with the door, it opened, her knuckles rapping on thin air as the Innkeeper looked down at the hobbit lass who confronted her, standing back slightly so she wasn't actually looking so much down at her. The girl brushed back her finely styled hair, smoothed her (there was no other word for it) pretty dress, regarding the Innkeeper for a moment, as if looking her up and down. Then she beamed, holding out a small hand. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:42 PM January 10, 2004: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ] __________________ I am what I was, a harmless little devil