The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Boromir88 · 09-17-2004, 10:27 PM

Rorin Thundernose was a middle-aged dwarf, atleast according to his own people. He had spent most of his life serving Dain, King under the Mountain, fighting alongside his companions and with the Men of Dale. Now that the war is over, and evil again has perished, Rorin has long since wished to meet up with his old friend, Bundin. Rorin and Bundin had been pals for as long as he could remember. His long search had brought him to The Shire.

Bundin had always told Rorin he strongly disliked hobbits, so he doubted if he would learn anything about him here. He thought he would stop at the Inn, and see if he could discover anything, maybe Bundin travelled to The Shire to learn news, or for other purposes unknown.

Rorin walks into the inn and stands for a few seconds, at the entrance, gazing around the well-lit room. With him are two other dwarves, also, friends of Bundin. The travellers notice all eyes are upon them, but they disregard the sudden interest they have stirred. Rorin tells his companions he is going to the bar, to talk with the inkeeper, and that he will join them later. His friends find a vacant table, next to a small group of Hobbits from Michel Delving.

Rorin makes his way up towards the inkeeper. "Good evening," she says "could I interest you in any food or drinks, or perhaps a room for the night, you look tired." The inkeeper guessed right, for Rorin and his friends, had travelled a long road in search of Bundin, and they still had the trip home to go. "Aye, that would be grateful" he says. The inkeeper explains they are still serving supper, and she will have a room made up for him immediately. Rorin, sheepishly gestures, "May I ask, what is your name, fair lady?" "I am Aman, the inkeeper here at the Green Dragon, and your name is?" He answers, "Rorin, and those are my companions, Falin and Groin." "Falin and Groin," she says "Right, what could I get for the three of you?" Rorin looks towards the table his friends are at and sees they have already gotten ale. He answers "Lamb chops for me and my friends, please." "Lamb chops it is."

Rorin walks back towards the table to join his friends. He is slightly blushing, it appears he has forgotten all about his purpose in the Shire. He can't remember when he last saw a lady so fair.

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09-17-2004, 10:27 PM	#11
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Rorin Thundernose Rorin Thundernose was a middle-aged dwarf, atleast according to his own people. He had spent most of his life serving Dain, King under the Mountain, fighting alongside his companions and with the Men of Dale. Now that the war is over, and evil again has perished, Rorin has long since wished to meet up with his old friend, Bundin. Rorin and Bundin had been pals for as long as he could remember. His long search had brought him to The Shire. Bundin had always told Rorin he strongly disliked hobbits, so he doubted if he would learn anything about him here. He thought he would stop at the Inn, and see if he could discover anything, maybe Bundin travelled to The Shire to learn news, or for other purposes unknown. Rorin walks into the inn and stands for a few seconds, at the entrance, gazing around the well-lit room. With him are two other dwarves, also, friends of Bundin. The travellers notice all eyes are upon them, but they disregard the sudden interest they have stirred. Rorin tells his companions he is going to the bar, to talk with the inkeeper, and that he will join them later. His friends find a vacant table, next to a small group of Hobbits from Michel Delving. Rorin makes his way up towards the inkeeper. "Good evening," she says "could I interest you in any food or drinks, or perhaps a room for the night, you look tired." The inkeeper guessed right, for Rorin and his friends, had travelled a long road in search of Bundin, and they still had the trip home to go. "Aye, that would be grateful" he says. The inkeeper explains they are still serving supper, and she will have a room made up for him immediately. Rorin, sheepishly gestures, "May I ask, what is your name, fair lady?" "I am Aman, the inkeeper here at the Green Dragon, and your name is?" He answers, "Rorin, and those are my companions, Falin and Groin." "Falin and Groin," she says "Right, what could I get for the three of you?" Rorin looks towards the table his friends are at and sees they have already gotten ale. He answers "Lamb chops for me and my friends, please." "Lamb chops it is." Rorin walks back towards the table to join his friends. He is slightly blushing, it appears he has forgotten all about his purpose in the Shire. He can't remember when he last saw a lady so fair.