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mark12_30 · 04-02-2004, 07:31 AM

Mellonin, Raefindan, Ravion and Aeron had finished packing. Ravion was deep in thought about the immanent departure. Mellonin and Raefindan went to find Morien.

"Well, all equipped and ready?" Morien said.

"Yes, sir, " replied Mellonin. "And please, sir, I wanted to thank you again for the advance. That was very generous of you. Thank you."

He studied her. She could be perceptive, or flighty, she could be thoughtful or absent-minded. "I assume you have spoken with your parents?" he said.

She shook her head. "We will pass by their house on the way out. I planned to stop in then."

"Mellonin, how can you be so foolish? Contact them now."

"Why?"

"How can they do anything to help you if you don't give them any notice?"

Her face fell. "They have so little. I do not want to burden them."

He snorted. "Foolish girl. If your corpse rots in the wilderness, They will have even less. Where do your parents live?"

"In the lowest circle."

"Tell Ravion where it is, and have them all meet you there."

Raefindan waved her out. She snatched up her cloak and pack, the shoulder-bag, and the awkward bundle of clothes and equipment that she was gong to change into; she would have to change in her parent's room. Hurriedly giving Ravion the directions to the room her parents lived in, she hurried to the door.

She turned with a sinking heart and looked back. In such a short time, the Inn had become a comfortable place. Morien in the end had shown her kindness behind his gruff exterior. And there were so many others to whom she wished she had time to say farewell. Her eyes fell on Estelyn, who was now talking to the Inn owner, and she fervently wished her well.

Raefindan waved her out again, and she turned and left the Inn.

mark12_30 · 04-02-2004, 09:45 AM

The mouse emerged cautiously from his hole near the fireplace, and peered around the corner. Nose twitching, he sat up, eyeing the elf-lady with her children. She was enjoying the dreamy music sung by the new bard.

The mouse's nose twitched again, and his ears went forward. Her lively children were fun to watch. And the mouse was happy to see the elf-lady here at the inn.

Happy Birthday, elf-lady.

Imladris · 04-07-2004, 10:54 AM

Ærosylle was about to reply to Mellonin's question when a newcomer came to the Inn. She seemed to be a minstrel of sorts and sang a song of dreams. Dreams are sweeter than our world when they are pleasant. But what if the dream was bad? Then the dreamer couldn't find peace and would not loathe the hour of dawn. Ærosylle shuddered. The bad dreams had a tendancy to haunt one's memory as well; good dreams fled all too swiftly.

Ærosylle tapped the table with her pen as she saw the various welcome the poet -- singer. Leaning down, she took another piece of deformed paper and smoothed it on the table. Looking closely at the girl, she began to draw her in the midst of a mighty forest. It was a dark forest -- a forest full of dreams. Bright dreams in the form of elves and dark dreams in the guise of goblins.

The orcs crouched in the underbrush, peered around the tree trunks, and some of the smaller ones dangled from the branches. The elves sang in the tree tops, plucked their harps, and some danced around the singer.

Ærosylle dropped her pen, and scrutinized it. She blew on it softly, drying the ink so it wouldn't smudge if a wayward hand happened to touch it. Rising, she crept towards the singer and murmured, "This is for you."

She stepped back quickly and looked for Mellonin. But she had left with the red haired man and some others. Ærosylle saw them stride down the path and waved at them through the window.

04-02-2004, 09:45 AM	#2
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	for Pio The mouse emerged cautiously from his hole near the fireplace, and peered around the corner. Nose twitching, he sat up, eyeing the elf-lady with her children. She was enjoying the dreamy music sung by the new bard. The mouse's nose twitched again, and his ears went forward. Her lively children were fun to watch. And the mouse was happy to see the elf-lady here at the inn. Happy Birthday, elf-lady.

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04-02-2004, 07:31 AM	#1
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Mellonin, Raefindan, Ravion and Aeron had finished packing. Ravion was deep in thought about the immanent departure. Mellonin and Raefindan went to find Morien. "Well, all equipped and ready?" Morien said. "Yes, sir, " replied Mellonin. "And please, sir, I wanted to thank you again for the advance. That was very generous of you. Thank you." He studied her. She could be perceptive, or flighty, she could be thoughtful or absent-minded. "I assume you have spoken with your parents?" he said. She shook her head. "We will pass by their house on the way out. I planned to stop in then." "Mellonin, how can you be so foolish? Contact them now." "Why?" "How can they do anything to help you if you don't give them any notice?" Her face fell. "They have so little. I do not want to burden them." He snorted. "Foolish girl. If your corpse rots in the wilderness, They will have even less. Where do your parents live?" "In the lowest circle." "Tell Ravion where it is, and have them all meet you there." Raefindan waved her out. She snatched up her cloak and pack, the shoulder-bag, and the awkward bundle of clothes and equipment that she was gong to change into; she would have to change in her parent's room. Hurriedly giving Ravion the directions to the room her parents lived in, she hurried to the door. She turned with a sinking heart and looked back. In such a short time, the Inn had become a comfortable place. Morien in the end had shown her kindness behind his gruff exterior. And there were so many others to whom she wished she had time to say farewell. Her eyes fell on Estelyn, who was now talking to the Inn owner, and she fervently wished her well. Raefindan waved her out again, and she turned and left the Inn.

04-07-2004, 10:54 AM	#3
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Ærosylle was about to reply to Mellonin's question when a newcomer came to the Inn. She seemed to be a minstrel of sorts and sang a song of dreams. Dreams are sweeter than our world when they are pleasant. But what if the dream was bad? Then the dreamer couldn't find peace and would not loathe the hour of dawn. Ærosylle shuddered. The bad dreams had a tendancy to haunt one's memory as well; good dreams fled all too swiftly. Ærosylle tapped the table with her pen as she saw the various welcome the poet -- singer. Leaning down, she took another piece of deformed paper and smoothed it on the table. Looking closely at the girl, she began to draw her in the midst of a mighty forest. It was a dark forest -- a forest full of dreams. Bright dreams in the form of elves and dark dreams in the guise of goblins. The orcs crouched in the underbrush, peered around the tree trunks, and some of the smaller ones dangled from the branches. The elves sang in the tree tops, plucked their harps, and some danced around the singer. Ærosylle dropped her pen, and scrutinized it. She blew on it softly, drying the ink so it wouldn't smudge if a wayward hand happened to touch it. Rising, she crept towards the singer and murmured, "This is for you." She stepped back quickly and looked for Mellonin. But she had left with the red haired man and some others. Ærosylle saw them stride down the path and waved at them through the window.