The Green Dragon Inn - Part 10

[Archsage Isaac]

Isaac produced a gently used rag from his pocket and wiped his hand. Not that he didn't like the dog, he hated feeling damp. He put the rag back in his pocket and leaned back in his chair. Eleniel had murmered something before turning back to Isaac and asking what he had meant by his lost memories. "Yes, my lost memories. I have no memories from before a few years ago. It's as if they've been erased by something. I just woke up one day with a sword in my hand and started my journey..." he said. His voice kind of trailed off the last few words.

He saw the man who'd just walked back into the inn. He looked vaguely familiar. It was Snaveling, the man who'd taken the hobbit's coin. Isaac turned back to Eleniel. "It's a hard story to believe, I know, but it's the total truth. I travel these lands in hope of remembering my past." he added with a slightly saddened tone to his voice.

[Eowyn Skywalker]

Willow smiled wryly at Daisy. "Our group just keeps getting bigger and bigger, doesn't it? We started with just us few hobbits, and now..." She gestured to the two elves. "Well, I guess we're not that unnoticable now."

She set her fiddle aside, setting it on the table, as they were not going to play yet. The cherry color of her fiddle contrasted greatly with the oaken wood of the counter. There was a cheery appearance in the oak-wood of the counter-- it fit in with the cheerful airs of the Green Dragon Inn. Willow wondered if it was always that cheery.

After a while of silence-- at least in Willow's head, for there was confersations going on all around them-- she spoke again. "When I first came in here, I never thought that I'd be noticed. Do you know what I mean, Daisy?"

The smaller hobbit's face indicated that she did; with her smaller size, and the slightly too large dress, she seemed to blend right into the wall. Is that intentional? Willow wondered in her mind.

She stroked her violin. "And then someone notices you," she said softly. "And you don't know how to react." She spoke soft, as to herself, but yet not. "And now, I'm here, with three other hobbit's, and two elves, planning to go and play in front of all the Green Dragon. And I don't know how I feel: excited, scared, I just don't know. Do you know what I mean?" she asked, looking beyond Daisy, at all those in the Green Dragon. "Do you know what I mean? And how do you feel here, at the outset of this. I've never played where one could hear me before." And she commented softly, almost to soft for anyone to make out: "I've never been allowed to. I've not been too afraid of people, just of the consequences,"

And her eyes reflected what she said.

[piosenniel]

GREEN DRAGON INN FACTS:

It is the 4th Age, year 12. By the Shire Calendar it is year 1433 S.R. (Shire Reckoning).

King Elessar is on the throne of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor.

Mirkwood has been reclaimed by the Elves and is now called Eryn Lasgalen.

Paladdin Took, Pippin’s father, is Thain of the Shire. (Thain is an honorary title for the military leader of the Shire. The title has been held in the Took Family since the position was first established in 3rd Age 1979 with Bucca of the Marish as First Thain.) Paladdin Took dies in year 13, and will be succeeded by his son, Peregrin, ‘Pippin’, Took.

Samwise Gamgee is Mayor of the Shire, having succeeded Will Whitfoot in 1427 S.R.

The Innkeeper, in the Green Dragon Inn of this forum, is:
Aman – a young woman from Rohan.

Before her, the Innkeeper was Piosenniel, and before her it was Dwarin, the Dwarf.

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Other ongoing characters in the Inn:

Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid

Buttercup Brownlock, Hobbit – not married – kitchen assistant and maid

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Ongoing characters from outside the Inn:

Halfred Whitfoot – local Shiriff from Bywater and Postmaster for this area of the Shire; his pony’s name is Dumpling.

Fredgar Hornblower – local Shiriff from Hobbiton – played by Fool of a Took
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Please Note:

No 'SAVES' are allowed in the Inn.

With the exception of the Innkeeper and the Moderators, no OOC (Out Of Character) comments are allowed in the Inn.

Only the Innkeeper, Amanaduial, or the Moderators move the timeline for the Inn forward.

Visitors to the Inn will need to read the posts that come before theirs to get an idea of what time it is in the Shire, what the weather is like, and what is happening.

Please be familiar with the rules for the Inn and Games in The Red Book of Westmarch, the first topic in the Shire.
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IT IS NOW LATE EVENING. THE WEATHER IS PLEASANT.

THE PARTY CELEBRATING THE REBUILDING OF THE INN IS IN FULL SWING - PLENTY OF FOOD, DRINK, MUSIC, DANCING!

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman couldn't help raising an eyebrow very slightly as she saw Snaveling enter - the change could only be described as profound. As the man looked across at her she nodded with a very small smile, catching his eye, then looked away. Partying there may be, but business too for the Innkeeper.

She wove through the partygoers to the small group of hobbit-lasses: her musicians. Smiling expectantly she looked around at their nervous faces. "Ready to get this party into full swing?" she inquired with a grin.

[Firefoot]

Lily fairly froze when she saw Aman coming towards them. This is it, she thought.

"Ready to get this party into full swing?" Aman asked. For a moment none of them said anything. Lily imagined they were all just about as nervous as she was, now that the time had come. To think, Lily thought, I'm about to be playing my fiddle in front of complete strangers, with three hobbits and an Elf I only met a little while ago, and in the Shire to top it off. Who woulda thought? Suddenly Lily laughed, breaking the tension. "As ready as ever we'll be, I suppose," she said. "Where should we play?"

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman beamed broadly at Lily as she replied. "Excellent! When you're all ready, if you could play..." she paused, suddenly realising a flaw in her orginal plan of having the group play at floor level: being hobbits in an Inn of at least half and half hobbits and big folk, no one would be able to see them.

She glanced at each of them and noted the nervousness in their expressions. This may not go down all too well... "As many of the customers are big folk, would you be able to play...on one of the trestle tables?" she asked hopefully.

[Memory of Trees]

Kyria sat down next to the four hobbit girls, and began to eat. They were very pleasant, but all at the table seemed to be good friends, and Kyria understood next to nothing of their conversation. She felt almost as if she were sitting in a corner all alone, even for all the people around her.

Sighing, she set her fork down on her plate. She suddenly didn't feel very hungry anymore. It'll be all right soon, she thought. Soon he will be here. She smiled to herself and took a deep breath. Everything would be fine.

Kyria looked up as a young woman sat down on the stool next to her's. She wasn't especially pretty, and her clothes were rough and travel-worn, but the light in her eyes and the laughter in her voice as she spoke made her seem to Kyria more beautiful than a thousand noble ladies in their fine robes. "Excuse me for disturbing you," the woman said quietly. "But I couldn't help noticing you from my table. Would you like to come and join us? We are all strangers to each other - do not worry."

There was nothing to explain why Kyria's heart leaped as it did, or why she felt an overwhelming urge to go with this woman, but she did all the same. She grinned and nodded, feeling like a little girl who has just recieved a birthday present she has desperately been wanting.

The woman's name was Tiruviel. She led Kyria back to her table, gestured to an empty chair. She took it, and Tiruviel introduced her to her elven friend. "Elkamia, this is Kyria," she said, pointing. "And Kyria, this is Elkamia."

Kyria rose and nodded prettily to the brown-haired elf sitting across from her. Elkamia laughed. "Well met," she said dipping her head in response. There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, and then Elkamia said, "So, Kyria, where do you come from?"

Kyria took a sip of wine before answering. "Larnas Eare," she said. "It's a small village a very long way from here, on the border Minhiriath, west of Dunland and the Gwathlo. That is where I was born. For several years now, I've been traveling through Rohan and parts of Gondor, and finally my journeys led me here." She smiled and took a small bite of potato. "And what of you, ladies?" she asked, smiling.

[Maeggaladiel]

Eleniel blinked in suprise.

"Really?" she asked. "You just... woke up with nothing but a sword?" She shook her head, trying to think how it must feel to just wake up with no memories of a home, a family, or a life. She couldn't.

"My sympathies, friend," she said seriously. "I truly hope that you find what you seek. If I can do anything to help, just ask." Isaac's story reminded her of a tale she had heard about an elf named Ysuran Auondril with a simialar predicament. However, the elf had the help of a seer named Omduil to help him find his past, wheras Isaac did not seem to have anyone.

"Do you always travel alone?" she asked. "You should find a dog! Sure, Arrow can be a handful sometimes, but he is my best friend. I don't think I would be able to make my yearly journey without him."
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Meanwhile...

Arrow's ears flattened against his head. That darned rabbit got away, ducking into a hole before the dog could catch him. Oh well. His mistress probably had some bread left, and it was high time for his ears to be scratched again.

After kicking a clod of dirt down the rabbit's hole for good measure, Arrow turned and trotted back towads the Green Dragon Inn.

He did not pay attention to the sound of an approaching carraige as he neared the cobblestone street.