The small hobbit girl slipped in through the doorway. This was an adventure for her; rarely did she leave her warm and cozy hobbit hole with all her beloved books and pretty clothes. She preferred spending her time with the old stories rather than going out on adventures on her own, but this time was different. Her beloved cousin was deathly ill. And she would fight with a tigress to protect the ones she loved.
She stood in the doorway of the crowded inn, looking around her in a puzzled manner. Elanor usually liked crowds, but only when they were crowds of people she knew and loved, and this was a crowd full of strangers. She liked remaining unnoticed, but she didn't take into account the fact that she was unusual-looking for a hobbit, so she would draw notice in any crowd. She was what some might call pretty.
Elanor grit her teeth together and plunged through the crowd towards an empty stool by the counter, and triumphantly climbed on to it.
One battle won.
[ December 21, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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