[Umwë]

As Umwë entered the Inn this early midsommer morning he felt very relieved, but yet quite tired. He had traveled the whole night on his white stallion, Roman. He had left Roman in the stable outside and had fed him with an apple that was the only food he had left in his backpack. His brown leatherboots were quite worn by now as it had been raining the most of the part on his way to Rohan from Rivendell and the road had got really muddy and wet. But now the weather was wonderful and the sun shone and warmed him up. His shoulderlong brown hair were muddy and his mantle had a big tear as he had got stuck in a tree branch with it, so his trip to Rohan wasn’t too good and his mood wasn’t either. He pulled his hand through it and tried to clear away the worst part. His sharp eyes scouted the Inn and he saw an empty table. He walked over to it and looked outside the window, many peoples were looking at something.

Umwë tried to see what it was then he heard a hoarse voice behind him saying; “It’s Lady Eowyn they say...” Umwë turned around swiftly and saw an old man with quite long beard and with a scar on his cheek sitting and look at him with a big grin. Umwë didn’t answer the old man, as he didn’t know what to say, so he looked outside again. He heard the man mumble something about “Elves today have no manners...”. Umwë just ignored the man and rose up from his chair and soflty walked over to the bar to order some wine. He fell into thoughts about people in Rohan maybe expected good manners from an elf.

“A glass of wine, please.” He said to the bartender. He glanced over to a stranger that sat a few bar stools away from him. Actually he didn’t feel for talking right now, he was so tired that all he wanted right now was to sleep in a warm bed, but first he wanted to calm down after his trip and relax.

He finished of his wine quite quickly, paid the bartender and rose up from his stool and took a walk into the common room. He decided that he maybe should try to talk to someone after all, as he didn’t want to intend to be asocial. The common room was already crowded and it took a while for him to find a seat. He fell into his thoughts and memories of Rivendell came back to him. Maybe I’ll never go back... he thought and hummed loudly, but blushed as he saw two dwarves staring at him. What a perfect day, he thought ironic and raised an eyebrow to the dwarves that now ignored him. His mood didn’t get better when a tall clumsy man spilled his ale over Umwë.