The Green Dragon Inn - Part 5

[Amanaduial the archer]

Linen?! He's going to talk about Linen?! Aman didn't say anything to Beren as he spoke, then she saw the faint self-rebuking expression flit across his face, and almost laughed. She wasn't the only one who had thought it then. As he began to stutter something else out, Aman smiled at him, waving his apologies away.

"Oh, don't concern yourself with that, it seems to always be this busy in the Inn, no matter what season it is." She smiled at him once again, inclining her head towards the Inn. "Come on in with me, and I'll see what I can find. I doubt they've all been used recently, the Inn isn't completely full of guests, at any rate."

Beren ducked his head, smiling back, still somehow a little flustered, and they began to walk, quite slowly, enjoying the cool night air. He was a funny character, to be sure, so awkward sometimes, but at other times so self-contained. She turned her head to look at him in the darkness, half his face highlighted by the moon, catching the lines of his bone structure and the colours of his hair. As if sensing Aman was looking at him, he turned his head to look at her. She looked straight at him, their eyes meeting, and he returned the smile...

...before going straight over forwards as his foot caught in a hole in the road.

Aman's hand shot out, catching him as he fell, but he straightened up himself quickly, muttering something, and Aman could see his bright scarlet blush even in the half light of the moon. Smiling to herself she continued walking as the man brushed himself down, shaking her head. How very Beren...

"Come along then, Beren." She spoke briskly, but not unkindly. The moment was gone, but hey, the rest of their time was moments...