Nostawen approached the Green Dragon Inn walking briskly along the path that led to its door. She was singing a song very softly which travelled on the breeze. It took some despair to dampen this elf-maiden's spirits.
At the door Nostawen noticed a familiar horse at the side of the inn. The sight put a smile on her face as she pushed the door open. She lowered her head somewhat as she pulled back her hood, her long raven black hair fell free. Nostawen ajusted her cloak about her neck and shoulders revealing a long dress of deep green trimmed with red, on her back, a bow and quiver.
The inn was busy. She had heard that it was a very popular place in the Shire between all races and it certainly was. Elves and men conversing with hobbits and dwarves. Gracefully she made her way through the tables to the bar where she asked for a glass of water, which she was given promptly. Taking seat she turned to face the open room, watching the characters with great interest.
After several moments of studying the crowds she saw a familiar face sitting at a table on the far side of the room. She got herself up and walked over to them.
"A tale you say my lady?" she questionned as the maiden turned to face her friend of old. Nostawen continued, "Would you care to tell the tale of the star maiden and her friend?" Elwen immediatly recognised Nostawen and a bright smile came to her face.
[ January 16, 2003: Message edited by: Gorothlammothiel ]
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