The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Valier]

Penn watched as the mysterious man with blue eyes walked away.Turning back to the party,Penn decided it was no time to be sad.I think I need a bit more ale!(Though she probably didn't)Penn grabbed an ale from a man who was handing them out and strolled towards the stage.The music was nice,and it made Penn sway with the beat,Her blue gown swaying gently in the breeze.

She looked around still not able to see the Dwarves,but she was sure they would eventually show up.Penn was feeling a little shy with all the people around her dancing,she lived with Men her whole life,and Men very seldom danced.Penn downed the ale she carried, hoping it would loosen up her dancing legs.Penn was not one to care what people thought of her, so she held her dress up a little and moved her feet to the rhythum.

[Kath]

Astilwen followed Ariane to a nearby table, following in the taller woman's wake. They managed to find an empty one, probably thanks to the number of people dancing, and sat down. Digging into her food her attention was pretty occupied for a few moments as she savoured Cook's delicious creations. She did notice though that her companion didn't seem quite so keen on her food, in fact she wasn't even looking at it, she was staring at the ceiling. Astilwen looked up, but couldn't find anything worth such attention. Intrigued, she found she couldn't keep her curiosity to herself

"Wha' iwwit tat yuw wooring a'?"

Unfortunately she realised that she had a mouthful of food as she spoke, and clapped a hand over her mouth halfway through the sentence. This at least drew Ariane's eyes back down and her mouth curled in a small smile. Recovering her composure she swallowed and smiled.

"Sorry - I asked what it was you were looking at?"

[Maeggaladiel]

Hallien went to the table, her stomach growling loudly. She loaded a plate with potatoes and other delicious-looking fare, filled a mug, and returned to her seat.

After a few moments of eating, she opened the book she had been carrying. Her fingers traveled down the page, down rows and rows of wavering script. She flipped a few pages, searching.

"Mmph!" she said, swallowing a mouthful of hot potato. " 'Ere we are." She took a long drink and studied the text.

After a moment, she picked up the lute she had leaned against the table and began to tune it softly.

[Elu Ancalime]

At the sound of lute, almost as if it were a bleak heralding, a fatigued elf entered the Inn. He was of Noldor ancestery; he was tanned from his labors that no other knew of. He wore a leather jerkin, and travelling boots, with mud dried on the sides. He had long brown hair, and grey eyes to match. At a height of six feet, he towered above hobbits and many men alike. His name was not known to anyone in the Dragon, and nobody seemed to want to know it or his business. He had a small pack consisting of a waterskin, two small pots, and other overnight travelling gear. Although he boasted no weapon openly, he carried an elvish sword similar to those of the Last Alliance.

He walked up to a local, and asked him who to ask to he rent a room. He was directed to one of the Inn keepers at a counter, and payed him around thirty gold coins for a fortnight, and the keeper took the coins thankfully, and then he was surprised, then suspicous. Why would this visitor be so content with overpaying him? How does he has this wealth to throw around? Did he notice the party out front? Don't idle on it, he told himself. Dwarves seem to have hoards of gold, silver, and jools, or so the tales say. He's probably a a travelling salesman of sorts.

After leaving his gear in his room, the mysterious elf returned to the front lawn for his small dinner. A small honey cake, another cake of cram, and a goblet of miruvor with an addition of what seemed like river-water satisfied his hunger and thirst. With no more notice of whence he entered the Dragon, he retired to his bed, for a long rest he had not had in a long time.

[rutslegolas]

Aidwain Longleaf had been travelling for over a year after the depature of the Shadow in the East , he travelled everywhere except in this strange Land of the Hobbits ,in which he had at last arrived , he had never seen hobbits before but he wanted a place to stay , so he entered this Inn called the Green Dragon.

He had given his horse to the stableboy who looked on the 6 foot elf wearing silver vambraces and a green cloack with awe. Aidwain then stepped into Inn and was surprised to see some many people in the hall. Aidwain had never seen so many people of different races together in one place chatting away happily.

Aidwain was very hungry and weary from his travels so he had a meal of cram and bread with some soup and after driking some wine decided to chat with someone. He saw that there was a big party going on in the outer grounds and went outside.

Beside him there were some dwarves chatting happily, but Aidwain mostly kept away from dwarves , 'Weird creatures they are' he thought. But about two tables away from him he saw two elfs chatting merrily he decided to join them ....

[Elu Ancalime]

The strange elf was violently aroused from his slumber. Only a nightmare, he reassured himself. But it seemed more like his fears were calling from.

Uuquettannoer......why did you flee?.......do you feel you can hide forever in the West?.......you will be naught more than an unwanted stranger........


"I'm safe in this land. No other elf from so far knows of this place; here i can lay secret, and safe. Perhaps some wine, and a little fun with the little folk will cure my sorrowness." He left his room, and went out to the front lawn.

Surprised because of his last comment, he noticed a few other elves, one of them named Aidwain Longleaf, yet Uuquettano did not know them by name or face. He gathered his courage, being a shy and quiet elf, and longed to converse with the elves. He had not spoken to another of his race since he left his homeland.

"Greetings, fellow quendi. What brings you to this forgotten land in the north? Where do you hail from? I myself am a traveller, and I am surprised to see not only one other, but a handful of elves in this place the small folk call The Shire. I hope you enjoying this marvelous little party they have put on. I find this Inn so gay and energetic! It's almost as if I have fallen into a dream."
"But come now, we are all dressed different, what is your business if I may ask? If you would tell your names and whence you came, I would be happy to tell you mine. For I have not spoken in any long tale to anyone for what seems like ages, and now I wish to settle down with others of my kin."

[Eowyn Skywalker]

At the incoherent quiry, Ariane couldn't help but smile as she waited for a more understandable reply. "Sorry - I asked what it was you were looking at?"

She grinned slightly, setting her fork down beside her plate, a slight clatter tingling the edge of the glass dish as it slipped to hit the table. "I as..." She swallowed hard to clear her mouth of potatoes, then reached to take a glass of water (for Ariane had picked one up along the way). Swallowing down a mouthful helped clear the thickness, and she managed to reply easily. "I was looking at the roof. It's sort of a... childish amusement of mine, one might say. Counting the tiles, if there are any, or beams if that replaces them."

The woman shrugged, forking some carrots. "I don't know why I do it, but I enjoy it. It's a distractor, something to shift my thought patterns from darkness to simple logic—" Something Ariane had never been able to accomplish, being more melodramatic than logical, more unpredictable than mathimatical, more of a writer and an artist than one for numbers and logical thought. But she didn't say that aloud, letting herself trail off naturally, as if she hadn't considered carrying on to say anymore. "But what do you think of the buns they have here? They're amazingly flavored." She sighed. "I cannot cook a thing without burning it."