The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Frór had remained silent during the last parts of the conversation with Ibun and Farael. He did not know what to think of this man from Gondor he seemed quite disturbed and strange. The reactions of Farael when the elf aproached and the ferret attacked had not helped, "maybe they are all like that" Frór mumbeld to him self.

Frór now put the mug of ale to his mouth and startet drinking, but he somehow mannaged to get a part of his beard in the mouth too. Now allthough he was not that old he had an impressive beard, the result of the incident was of course that the dwarf startet coughing very loud and he allmost tumbeld off his chair.

Frór now looked around and realised that the people around the table was all staring at him, this made him very uncomftable. Not only because he did not like the atention, but allso because it was given to him by an elf. Frór had been quite content with the fact that he still had to jutney through the Shire before incounter the elves. Now there was one in front of him and he could not just ignore her as he had first planned.

Frór looked at Teluyaviel and bowes as he said: "Frór of the Iron Hills to your service lady Teluyaviel, of the Woodland Realm I guess". When he stood up again he was once again facing her, but he quicly turned against Penn and intruduced him self to her. This was done so that he would not seem unpolite, but mostley because he was uncomftable facing the elf.

Frór sad down on his chair and finnished his ale beeing carefull not to get his beard in the mouth. He then turned to Farael and said "please continue with your story of the apperently fait Ithillien."

[Valier]

Penn stood for some time staring at the occupants of the table,before she realised her mouth was hanging agape.she quickly recovered."Excuse my intrusion,Pip here is a bit of a thief when it comes to shiny things,but I've something to keep him occupied". Penn withdrew a shiny coin,and thrust it and Pip bag into the bag.

The man politely asked if she would like to sit.Penn was embarrassed at the attention she was recieving,looked towards the bar to see if she could see the Hobbit she was just recently speaking with,she could not.I must remember to thank her later.Penn sat quickly and quietly down on a chair,as the company resumed there chatting.

Penn was thinking that she should properly introduce herself,but how? She had already made a fool of herself.Then she noticed the man was sitting with an ELF,and a DWARF.Penn was over come with her strange imagination.."Oh!". Penn exclaimed."I should be more polite, my name is Penncairiel but you can call me Penn she explained to the table."I've met Farael and Fror briefly but I did not get your name."

Penn stared at the Elf ,she could not believe she was about to actually speak words with an Elf,Let alone a Dwarf introducing himself not in her wildest imaginings would she believe it,and she imagined far too often as her father had always told her.Penn tried to be patient and not fidget but those daydreams were threatning to emerge,so she bit her lip to keep focus and waited.