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

Primrose Bolger · 12-13-2005, 01:46 PM

Ginger noticed the young woman at the bar had spilled some of her drink down her front. The Hobbit fetched a clean cloth from behind the bar and brought around to where the guest stood.

‘Excuse me, miss,’ she said, plucking the woman’s sleeve. ‘That ale stains something awful!’ She held out the rag to the woman. ‘You can sop most of it out with this, if you wish.’

The bag the guest carried at her side seemed to rustle quietly. Curious, Ginger let her gaze slide down to it. ‘Oh my goodness!’ she exclaimed as the bag seemed to move just a bit, from within. ‘What’s in there?’ she blurted out, pointing at the bag.

Undómë · 12-13-2005, 02:19 PM

Telu barges in on the two Dwarves and the man from Gondor

‘So much for the patience of Elves,’ thought Teluyaviel as she fidgeted on her chair. Her brother, Tindomion, had abandoned her to see to some business in the stables concerning their horses. And the other guests in the Inn who had been such pleasant company for the morning meal had gone, too. The dark haired Elf maiden twisted a lock of hair about the fingers of her right hand and looked about the room for someone interesting to talk to.

A conversation at a nearby table caught her interest, and it was not long before she was listening in, her keen ears picking up the exchange of information between the two Dwarves and the young man.

She looked him over covertly, wondering how old he was and how long he’d been away from home and was he soon to return. There was talk of Orcs and bandits; of blades and bows and quests, or so she thought of the adventures the three companions were speaking of. She understood from what the young man said that he was from Gondor.

‘Pardon me,’ she said, drawing near the table where Ibun, Fror, and Farael sat. Her fair cheeks reddened a little at her own boldness. ‘My name is Teluyaviel, a guest here also at the Inn. I couldn’t help but overhear that you are from Gondor.’ Her dark grey eyes looked questioningly at Farael. ‘Would you mind if I asked – have you visited the new Ithilien, since the Elves of Woodland Realm settled there? What is it like?’

Koobdooga · 12-13-2005, 02:34 PM

Ibun stood as Elf finished speaking. ‘Ibun Lodestone here, m’lady Teluyaviel. Very pleased to meet you. Won’t you have a seat here with us?’ He hastened to pull out the empty chair for her. He had not had the opportunity to meet many Elves in his lifetime. And those he did were for the most part Elven men, seeking to trade for the gems and fine metals Ibun and his kin mined.

He was quite taken by the fair lady. Her long dark hair seemed to glimmer as she moved. He had seen such glimmerings before he thought. It was as if he looked once again into the night-dark waters of the Kheled-zaram that stood before the eastern gate of Khazad-dum and in it saw the stars reflected and twinkling on the shining waters. Recalling himself from this imagery, he bade her take a seat and asked if they might get her some refreshment.

Folwren · 12-13-2005, 02:39 PM

Tim, after inviting the hobbit ladies over to Fordogrim’s table and fetching them chairs, and quite excused himself from the group and slipped outside the inn to make sure that all was well in the stables. He found Meri the stablemaster fairly red in the face from hobbling around and Tim felt a pang of guilt when he saw him.

“I’m here, Mr. Meriadoc,” he said. “You’d better take a seat and rest that foot of yours. I’m sorry for being gone so long. Mr. Fordogrim had me in for lunch, you see.”

“Well, at least you’re back now,” the hobbit replied rather shortly. He took Tim’s advise and seated himself on a barrel just outside the barn door. “There’s another horse just recently come in,” he went on, pulling a pipe out of his vest pocket and then searching for a match. “Make certain that he’s properly cared for. I couldn’t do more than put him in the stall. He was too big for me to groom with just one hand.”

“I’ll deal with it, don’t worry,” Tim replied. He turned at once and had just stepped into the barn door when he saw his sister emerge from the kitchen door with something under her arm. He paused half a second, looking at her, and then proceeded into the dimmer shadows of the barn to do his job with the horses.

Farael · 12-13-2005, 03:33 PM

In spite of himself, Farael gasped as the elf approached his table, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. He had been too busy talking to the dwarves to notice this lady elf listening in on his conversation. He had actually been to Ithilien once, sent by his father to make a business arrangement and seen a few elves yet he did not expect to find one in “the wilderness” as he thought of places any further than Rohan from home.

Ibun didn’t make things any easier from him, as he offered her a seat and refreshment even before he was able to mutter a soft “Yes, m’lady… I have been to Ithilien. It really is a lovely city.” Then he looked into her deep, grey eyes and blushed deeply. He gathered himself, hoping Teluyaviel would not have noticed how flustered he had become. “whe..” he had to clear his throat before going on “where are you from?” and he added to himself “From my dreams, I would guess” then he smiled at her, forgetting all about the dwarves for the time being.

Valier · 12-13-2005, 03:53 PM

Startled from her daydream.Penn looked down to see a Hobbit pulling at her sleeve offering her a cloth to sop up the mess. Penn's face turned red as she looked at her front.She was about to thank her, when she blurted out "Oh my goodness!" and asked what was in the bag.

Penn was reluctant to tell her of her companions,for fear of not being allowed to stay."Don't worry."Penn said."They are harmless...Most of the time."Then the woman got a strange far off look like she was deep in thought,then shrugged and laughed reached into the bag and pulled out 2 fuzzy creatures that were fast asleep."These are my friends.Mer and Pip,they're Ferrets." Penn waited to see the Hobbits reaction.

Undómë · 12-15-2005, 01:48 AM

‘A lovely city.’ Telu’s brow furrowed at the man’s answer. But then, of course, he was a Man, he would notice the city part, wouldn’t he. ‘I was wondering, though, did you see the gardens that are said to be there, now? I had heard the Elves of the Woodland realm had made and maintain them.’

Her voice trailed off. Though his gaze seemed set on her, she thought perhaps his mind wandered from her questions. The hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips.

Telu pulled her cloak close about her and brought her hood forward, thrusting her face deep in shadow. ‘Is this better?’ she asked. ‘Is it less……distracting?’

Primrose Bolger · 12-15-2005, 02:05 AM

‘Ferrets!’ Ginger eyed the two sleeping animals. To be honest, they looked so sweet and peaceful. Her fingers itched to touch them. ‘Best not wake them,’ a little voice in the back of her mind warned her.

Just this past spring a trio of ferrets had got into her family’s henhouse and ate the eggs beneath the hens. Two of her mother’s prize layers had been dragged off, too; and a number of the little chicks killed.

‘Where did you get them? Are they tame?’ Ginger asked the woman. She thought about what Cook might say if she knew there were ferrets in the Inn. ‘What do they eat?’

12-13-2005, 02:19 PM	#2
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Telu barges in on the two Dwarves and the man from Gondor ‘So much for the patience of Elves,’ thought Teluyaviel as she fidgeted on her chair. Her brother, Tindomion, had abandoned her to see to some business in the stables concerning their horses. And the other guests in the Inn who had been such pleasant company for the morning meal had gone, too. The dark haired Elf maiden twisted a lock of hair about the fingers of her right hand and looked about the room for someone interesting to talk to. A conversation at a nearby table caught her interest, and it was not long before she was listening in, her keen ears picking up the exchange of information between the two Dwarves and the young man. She looked him over covertly, wondering how old he was and how long he’d been away from home and was he soon to return. There was talk of Orcs and bandits; of blades and bows and quests, or so she thought of the adventures the three companions were speaking of. She understood from what the young man said that he was from Gondor. ‘Pardon me,’ she said, drawing near the table where Ibun, Fror, and Farael sat. Her fair cheeks reddened a little at her own boldness. ‘My name is Teluyaviel, a guest here also at the Inn. I couldn’t help but overhear that you are from Gondor.’ Her dark grey eyes looked questioningly at Farael. ‘Would you mind if I asked – have you visited the new Ithilien, since the Elves of Woodland Realm settled there? What is it like?’ __________________ Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .

12-13-2005, 02:34 PM	#3
Koobdooga Animated Skeleton Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 33	Ibun stood as Elf finished speaking. ‘Ibun Lodestone here, m’lady Teluyaviel. Very pleased to meet you. Won’t you have a seat here with us?’ He hastened to pull out the empty chair for her. He had not had the opportunity to meet many Elves in his lifetime. And those he did were for the most part Elven men, seeking to trade for the gems and fine metals Ibun and his kin mined. He was quite taken by the fair lady. Her long dark hair seemed to glimmer as she moved. He had seen such glimmerings before he thought. It was as if he looked once again into the night-dark waters of the Kheled-zaram that stood before the eastern gate of Khazad-dum and in it saw the stars reflected and twinkling on the shining waters. Recalling himself from this imagery, he bade her take a seat and asked if they might get her some refreshment. __________________ Outside a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read. -- Groucho Marx

12-15-2005, 01:48 AM	#7
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	‘A lovely city.’ Telu’s brow furrowed at the man’s answer. But then, of course, he was a Man, he would notice the city part, wouldn’t he. ‘I was wondering, though, did you see the gardens that are said to be there, now? I had heard the Elves of the Woodland realm had made and maintain them.’ Her voice trailed off. Though his gaze seemed set on her, she thought perhaps his mind wandered from her questions. The hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips. Telu pulled her cloak close about her and brought her hood forward, thrusting her face deep in shadow. ‘Is this better?’ she asked. ‘Is it less……distracting?’ __________________ Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .

12-15-2005, 02:05 AM	#8
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	‘Ferrets!’ Ginger eyed the two sleeping animals. To be honest, they looked so sweet and peaceful. Her fingers itched to touch them. ‘Best not wake them,’ a little voice in the back of her mind warned her. Just this past spring a trio of ferrets had got into her family’s henhouse and ate the eggs beneath the hens. Two of her mother’s prize layers had been dragged off, too; and a number of the little chicks killed. ‘Where did you get them? Are they tame?’ Ginger asked the woman. She thought about what Cook might say if she knew there were ferrets in the Inn. ‘What do they eat?’ __________________ . . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue

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12-13-2005, 01:46 PM	#1
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	Ginger noticed the young woman at the bar had spilled some of her drink down her front. The Hobbit fetched a clean cloth from behind the bar and brought around to where the guest stood. ‘Excuse me, miss,’ she said, plucking the woman’s sleeve. ‘That ale stains something awful!’ She held out the rag to the woman. ‘You can sop most of it out with this, if you wish.’ The bag the guest carried at her side seemed to rustle quietly. Curious, Ginger let her gaze slide down to it. ‘Oh my goodness!’ she exclaimed as the bag seemed to move just a bit, from within. ‘What’s in there?’ she blurted out, pointing at the bag. __________________ . . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue

12-13-2005, 02:39 PM	#4
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Tim, after inviting the hobbit ladies over to Fordogrim’s table and fetching them chairs, and quite excused himself from the group and slipped outside the inn to make sure that all was well in the stables. He found Meri the stablemaster fairly red in the face from hobbling around and Tim felt a pang of guilt when he saw him. “I’m here, Mr. Meriadoc,” he said. “You’d better take a seat and rest that foot of yours. I’m sorry for being gone so long. Mr. Fordogrim had me in for lunch, you see.” “Well, at least you’re back now,” the hobbit replied rather shortly. He took Tim’s advise and seated himself on a barrel just outside the barn door. “There’s another horse just recently come in,” he went on, pulling a pipe out of his vest pocket and then searching for a match. “Make certain that he’s properly cared for. I couldn’t do more than put him in the stall. He was too big for me to groom with just one hand.” “I’ll deal with it, don’t worry,” Tim replied. He turned at once and had just stepped into the barn door when he saw his sister emerge from the kitchen door with something under her arm. He paused half a second, looking at her, and then proceeded into the dimmer shadows of the barn to do his job with the horses.

12-13-2005, 03:33 PM	#5
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	In spite of himself, Farael gasped as the elf approached his table, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. He had been too busy talking to the dwarves to notice this lady elf listening in on his conversation. He had actually been to Ithilien once, sent by his father to make a business arrangement and seen a few elves yet he did not expect to find one in “the wilderness” as he thought of places any further than Rohan from home. Ibun didn’t make things any easier from him, as he offered her a seat and refreshment even before he was able to mutter a soft “Yes, m’lady… I have been to Ithilien. It really is a lovely city.” Then he looked into her deep, grey eyes and blushed deeply. He gathered himself, hoping Teluyaviel would not have noticed how flustered he had become. “whe..” he had to clear his throat before going on “where are you from?” and he added to himself “From my dreams, I would guess” then he smiled at her, forgetting all about the dwarves for the time being.

12-13-2005, 03:53 PM	#6
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	Startled from her daydream.Penn looked down to see a Hobbit pulling at her sleeve offering her a cloth to sop up the mess. Penn's face turned red as she looked at her front.She was about to thank her, when she blurted out "Oh my goodness!" and asked what was in the bag. Penn was reluctant to tell her of her companions,for fear of not being allowed to stay."Don't worry."Penn said."They are harmless...Most of the time."Then the woman got a strange far off look like she was deep in thought,then shrugged and laughed reached into the bag and pulled out 2 fuzzy creatures that were fast asleep."These are my friends.Mer and Pip,they're Ferrets." Penn waited to see the Hobbits reaction.