Estelarion and Menelduliniel quietly entered The White Horse. Their silence was an unusual action for them, for they were usually flamboyant and merry in their entrances, usually uniting in joyful songs. They shivered a little and quickly made their way over to the fires to warm up. They nodded to all of the people they had previously met. They urgently whispered to each other in front of the fire. Menelduliniel looked very alarmed and Estelarion looked a bit shook-up as well.
Estelarion comfortingly put his hand on Menelduliniel's shoulder, then he rose. He fetched the two of them some mead and brought it back over to her. They sat in front of the fire and drank the mead and continued to talk quietly.
Soon, Menelduliniel seemed to calm down and Estelarion settled into the cozy Inn. They moved from in front of the fire, heaving their heavy packs, and deposited the packs by two large, comfortable-looking chairs in a quiet corner. They sat in the chairs and looked around the room.
"I wonder what new adventures will be brought here," someone heard Menelduliniel say.
The two looked around the room, as if hoping that someone would come over and engage in conversation with them...
[ November 21, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]
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