The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[piosenniel]

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Isilmë was wandering along the road at the morning and his mood was on top and he whistled loudly as he walked. He stopped as his keen grey eyes noticed a sign standing by the road. 'The Green Dragon Inn' he read loudly for himself, 'It sure sounds nice to me'. He started to walk towards the quite big house that the sign pointed at, as he assumed that the house would be it.

He could see through the windows that breakfast was still getting served and he got reminded of how hungry he was, since he had not eaten any breakfast that morning. He noticed that the Inn was quite crowded and many seemed very busy about eating. The cook's must be busy today, he thought and opened the door to the Inn.

He was met by a murmur of voices and a nice, tempting smell of breakfast. Some of those who sat close to the entrance stopped eating and talking and looked up at Isilmë as he entered. He greeted them with a smile and walked over to the counter that obviously was serving breakfast, as he could see carrots and piled bowls on that counter.

A hobbit lass served him a bowl with some kind of porridge that Isilmë had never seen before. He also got a piece of bread and an apple. 'There is tea here, master elf, if you would like having it after your breakfast?' the lass said and smiled. 'Thank you' Isilmë replied and bowed.

He went over to an empty table and sat down starting eating the porridge. Isilmë thought that it must have been some kind of a domestic food, however he'd like it. The bread was delicious, and after finishing his breakfast Isilmë felt a joy and a wellbeing feeling that he had not felt for many hundred years. He almost felt young again, and he wanted the feeling to stay forever.

Isilmë rose up and walked over to the counter again and the lass now gave him a cup of tea. 'Your welcome' she said and handed the cup to Isilmë. 'Thank you most kindly, my lady.' The lass seemed to blush after Isilmë's reply and he went back to his table, now sipping on his tea and just enjoying the beautiful morning.

Isilmë could see another elf standing talking to a young woman that he assumed would be the innkeeper. It was a long time ago since he'd last talked an elf, as he tried to remember it came to him that it must have been in Eryn Lasgalen. He wanted to talk someone, but couldn't see anyone that wasn't busy with something else. He continued looking for a while, still in hope of seeing someone.

[Saurreg]

Ascasir sensed that his lengthy introduction had bored the pretty innkeeper who was now ignoring him and busying herself with petty little chores behind the bar instead. Rather than continuing to impose himself on her and feeling rather embarressed, the silvan elf resumed to consuming his meal but found the steak too rich a treat in such early hours. Ascasir's appetite waned and he took leave of Aman and wandered towards the tables and chairs, nursing a mug of delicious hot beverage whilst smiling politely at any look that came his way.

His piercing grey eyes caught sight of a newcomer in the tavern - and an elf at that. Elated by the sight of a kindred, Ascasir made his way to the lone elf's table and greeted him warmly in accented sindarin,

"Hail friend and may Elbereth keep you well! I see that you are alone and I am wondering if you would mind sharing your table with me?"

Ascasir flashed the fellow Quendi a warm smile. Placing his right hand upon the dark grey tunic above his left breast, he half-bowed to the newcomer and continued,

"Allow me to introduce myself; I am Ascasir Culcollo of Eryn Lasgalen and like you, I am also travelling alone and would most certainly enjoy any companionship,"

[starkat]

Gwenneth had enjoyed talking to the two rangers. Her companions had busied themselves with their breakfasts and the elf maid excused herself. She walked up to the counter and asked for a refill. The tea served by the Green Dragon was wonderful and she enjoyed having a full cup while she sat and talked.

The young elf woman noticed that the elf who had arrived earlier was talking to a newcomer. She smiled as she realised that the newcomer was also an elf. As Gwenneth looked at them, she wondered where they were from.

Gwenneth fiddled with the jewel that she wore on a chain. She considered going to the stable and visiting with her horse, but decided to remain. Taking a sip of her tea, she walked over to an empty table and sat down.

The elf that Isilmë had observed who was standing talking to the Innkeeper suddenly turned around and his gaze came to Isilmë's. The elf began to walk towards his table and stopped in front of him. Isilmë didn't know what to say and felt a little bit perplex, and he didn't know why.

'Hail friend and may Elbereth keep you well! I see that you are alone and I am wondering if you would mind sharing your table with me?' the elf started and gave him a smile. He even half-bowed to him.

'Allow me to introduce myself; I am Ascasir Culcollo of Eryn Lasgalen and like you, I am also travelling alone and would most certainly enjoy any companionship.' he continued smiling.

'Hail friend Ascasir from Eryn Lasgalen. It would be a pleasure sharing this table with you.' Isilmë said and smiled, he rose up and bowed and ans.

'I am Isilmë...' he started, 'I once was a captain of Lórien, but now it's abandoned by Lady Galadriel. I've lived in Eryn Lasgalen, but as you assumed, I am travelling alone, and a companionship whit you would be wonderful.'

'Ah, Caras Galadhon...' Ascasir replied and had dreaming look in his eyes.

'You want a cup of tea?' Isilmë asked and Ascasir nodded in reply. Isilmë rose and got Ascasir a cup and refilled his own.

'Thank you' Ascasir said when he returned. The tea was hot and they had to sip it to not burn their tounges. Isilmë watched Ascasir as he was drinking, and he felt really curious about this elf. 'So, have you always been staying in Eryn, what drove you off on the long road to get here?' he suddenly asked.

Isilmë awaited his reply.

[Saurreg]

Ascasir was mildy surprised to hear that the newcomer was a captain of the secretive Galadhrim - foremost of the elven warriors that remained on these shores still. He had met some elves of Celeborn's Household before his travels begun and was impressed by their dignified bearing and the manner in which they conducted themselves - proud but not arrogant and calm but not aloof. Ascasir was no less impressed by the handsome Isilmë who seemed to possess a certain charisma like that of Lord Carahnwë.

'So, have you always been staying in Eryn, what drove you off on the long road to get here?' the newcomer suddenly asked.

Ascasir took a sip of the weak but favoursome brew and held Isilmë with his gaze,

"Perhaps curiosity and idle hands, friend Isilmë. I was a servant of great Carahnwë; a champion of Taur-nu-Fuin who has departed for the undying Lands and since then, I have been free without any cares or responsibilities. And the answer to the first part of your question is yes, I have never left Eryn Lasgalen before. I never intended to travel but when a dear acquaintance invited me to visit him at the great city of stone built on the Anduin, something within my bossom stirred and I could not refuse. Since then I have not looked back and my heart beats warm at the though of further experiences to be gained and new sensations to feel,"

Ascasir concluded and waited to hear what his new friend had to say. As he placed the chipped rim of the fire-dried clay mug to his lips, his eyes caught sight of a lovely elven maiden who was sitting alone at a table not far from where he and Isilmë were. The fair quendi took notice of him, and Ascasir smiled back and dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement.

Isilmë nodded and felt impressed as Ascasir talked. They had both been servant's but in the past few years they were free from all responsibilities.
'...Since then I have not looked back and my heart beats warm at the though of further experiences to be gained and new sensations to feel.'

'I totally agree with you, my friend.' Isilmë said and nodded.

Isilmë watched how Ascasir sipped his tea and his gaze held him. As Ascasir told him how he'd got here, he also noticed that Ascasir's gaze was drawn to another table where a young maid sat. Isilmë caught his friends gaze again and smiled, then he turned back to the maid and glanced. The maid seemed uncertain and looked down in the wooden table.

Isilmë turned back to Ascasir but noticed that he was still looking at the maid. He giggled and Ascasir turned back to him with a questioning look.

'Oh, nothing.' Isilmë answered him as the glance he got from Ascasir was saying something like; What?

'Well,' Isilmë started again and leaned over the table closer to Ascasir, 'Maybe we should invite her to our table?' His voice was almost a whisper.

'Agree' Ascasir replied.

Isilmë decided to take the initiative about inviting the young maid so he said;
'My lady' Isilmë started and rose up from his chair and bowed, 'would you like to join us here?'

Isilmë turned back to Ascasir that now smiled towards them both.

'I mean, if you want to, my Lady..?' Isilmë added and now felt a little bit dumb and pushy. Hope she won't get upset or something, he thought and blushed.

Ascasir intended to be a much more self-confident person than himself and Isilmë now hoped that he would help him out as the situation didn't look brighter when he blushed.

Ascasir now opened his mouth to say something and Isilmë quickly sat down again, he didn't know why, it was just like an instinct that he couldn't describe. Isilmë awaited him to help him out.