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

Thinlómien · 04-26-2006, 01:41 PM

Rían walked slowly to the table. He seemed to be buried deep in his own thoughts. Quietly, the younger man raised his pint. Grimhorn raised his own in response. "To the memories, even if they are quite painful at times", Rían said in a low voice. Grimhorn just nodded. They drank in silence.

Grimhorn wondered if the young man could read minds. Memories... What else but memories had all the evening been about?

For a long while both men just sat and drank in silence. Grimhorn offered Rían his pipe back and he accepted it.

"We were talking about Radagast the Brown and Greäw the Pretender, right?" Grimhorn asked and turned his dark gaze to the readhead, waiting for him to take the floor.

Witch_Queen · 04-27-2006, 10:20 AM

Adu's return

Rohan had always seemed busy to her... But when it came to the Shire Adu had always remembered the peaceful place where she had changed her life. Adu always thought she would just go back to what remained of her home in Eryn Lasgalen and make a life for herself. The only reason she had stayed in Rohan was for the man that now held her heart. The only problem Adu had seen was that she didn't know if her feelings were returned.

Hama was her General now, and Adu gladly followed him anytime duty called. She was the only female that served Rohan, in fact she was the only elf. Adu never cared what others thought, she only had to worry about what was going to be the next order she was given. She turned looking at the man beside her, "Hama shall we continue on?" Hama nodded his head in agreance.

Hama Of The Riddermark · 04-27-2006, 03:13 PM

Hama nodded, looking up the road to the Green Dragon. It was good to be back. It seemed like so long ago that he had left for Rohan to take his post as General in Dorian Heart's stead. He now had a short, neatly trimmed beard to go with his long, flowing hair, and his armour was certainly of a superior quality to what he had been wearing the last time he entered the Tavern. His green cloak, embossed with the insignia of the company that he lead, the Wolfshead, fanned behind him in the breeze and he breathed deep, savouring the sweet Shire air that he had missed for so long.

"It's good to be back, Adu..." he said to the elf at his side. "Thank you for making me do this." he added with a smile, before stooping to open the door and taking a tentative step inside, careful to avoid hitting his head on the low rafters...

Formendacil · 04-27-2006, 04:46 PM

A tall man, an older man, walked into the Green Dragon Inn, his shoulders stooped with tiredness. His face was weatherworn and hard, and could have been that of an aged farmer, were it not for the careful and wary way in which he moved and held himself, and for the saddened look in his eyes. He was dressed rather nondescriptly, if somewhat shabbily, having the look of one who had long since missed the cares and comforts of a home. A long, unadorned sword hung from his hip. He moved as if he knew well how to use it.

A slight limp impeded his walk as he made his way towards an open table along the wall, a limp just slight enough to be notable, and not quite enough to trouble him. Reaching the table, he eased himself into a sitting position, a long but quiet sigh slipping out. He had been on the road for a long time.

"Can I get you anything?" asked the Hobbit barmaid, catching sight of a new customer soon after he had seated himself.

"Something that will ease a man's mind, but not delude into foolishness," said the customer. The Hobbit raised an eyebrow.

"Ale, whatever the popular local brew is," he clarified. It was too late for riddles.

The barmaid smiled, and soon returned with a mug of frothy ale. The stranger handed her a copper in payment. A strange face was imprinted on it.

"Who is he?" asked the Hobbit.

"Araphant of Arthedain," replied the stranger. "He that was second-to-last King of this realm before the Fall of the North. It is an old enough coin, to be sure, but still the same currency as those pennies that bear the profile of Paladin son of Adalgrim."

The Hobbit maid might have responded, but a local customer was waving at her, and she hurried away. The stranger spared himself a slight smile as he raised his mug to his lips. None of the coins in his purse bore a more recent face than Araphant of Arthedain.

Of course there was a story behind that. But there were none present to ask Estahir son of Estagond what it was. And that troubled Estahir not in the least. He was tired and desired rest.

Crystal Heart · 04-28-2006, 09:45 AM

Crystal smiled at Cordelia and gave her shoulder a squeeze. She looked around the place. It was very quiet. So unusual. She wondered where Aman was.

She turned in her chair and looked over the room. So many memories had been made here. She could still here Angry and his rough laugh, Adu telling her that she would gladly help her hide from her father, and Hama unsure of the happiness of Dorian's death.

She knew that Hama and Adu were in Rohan and that she would never see them again. Rohan was their home. Only a miracle beyond all miracles would occur if they showed up here in the Shire.

She turned back to the bar and remembered Aman. Aman's kindness had given her the strength to go on. If Aman hadn't treated her so nicely, she wasn't so sure that she would be alive today. Her thoughts had been dark and she had been sick. Aman's genuinely kind nature was one of the factors of her survival.

The memories flooded her. She looked down at her attire. She snorted inwardly. She had taken in Arty's riding slacks and riding shirt to fit her. Whatever had happened to her own she couldn't remember. The only thing that she was wearing was the green cloak, the same cloak she had on the first time she had been here in the Shire.

She turned back to Cordelia and smiled at her. She hoped that Cordelia would come to love the Shire as much as she did. "Are you going to be staying for a while? Or will you be heading back to Rohan?" She asked Cordelia softly.

Hookbill the Goomba · 04-28-2006, 10:29 AM

"I do not doubt," muttered Fáinu, "that soon there will be a time of doom. I have seen strange things, in my sleep." Cree's eyes flashed as she looked at him. The elf was staring out of the window once again and his voice trailed into a whispered song.

Oh ye, who dwell in Aman blessed,
Shall these eyes see those trees?
Oh Land over the sea, far in the west
Golden is your early morning breeze!
Where shall I find rest on this shore?
Can we pay for our wrong with deeds?
With heart and death in bloody war?
Nay, for deep within me are black seeds
That ever stains this wretched form
From dawn till dusk every day I wait
Like onto Manwe's mighty war storm
I go soon to a deep and bounded fate.
And now I say, "where shall I find rest?"
Not even in there in blessed Aman,
Land far removed in the uttermost west.

His voice trailed and faded, until Cree was no longer sure if he had indeed spoken any words at all. For his mouth seemed to move, yet sound came not from him that she could hear, and she was unnerved.

Hama Of The Riddermark · 04-28-2006, 04:41 PM

Hama took a deep gulp of the hobbit ale, putting down his cup and laughing his deep, rich laugh as the hobbits ran around him trying to get a look at this new stranger. His helm rested on the table, the gold adornments casting reflections onto his face. He smiled, turning his chair round to look for anyone he recognised. Crystal? No...she wouldn't still be here.

"Hobbit! Hobbit there!" he shouted loudly but good naturedly, "Let's have another tankard of this ale! I'd forgotten just how good it tastes! And for the love of the valar put it in a bigger glass!" The hobbit laughed with Hama as he filled up what to a hobbit must have seemed like a bucket with ale and placed it in front of him. He tipped the barman and chuckled warmly as he took the first sip of his huge tankard...

04-27-2006, 10:20 AM	#2
Witch_Queen Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pandora's box... "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Posts: 344	Adu's return Rohan had always seemed busy to her... But when it came to the Shire Adu had always remembered the peaceful place where she had changed her life. Adu always thought she would just go back to what remained of her home in Eryn Lasgalen and make a life for herself. The only reason she had stayed in Rohan was for the man that now held her heart. The only problem Adu had seen was that she didn't know if her feelings were returned. Hama was her General now, and Adu gladly followed him anytime duty called. She was the only female that served Rohan, in fact she was the only elf. Adu never cared what others thought, she only had to worry about what was going to be the next order she was given. She turned looking at the man beside her, "Hama shall we continue on?" Hama nodded his head in agreance. __________________ And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....

04-27-2006, 03:13 PM	#3
Hama Of The Riddermark Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 282	Hama's Return Hama nodded, looking up the road to the Green Dragon. It was good to be back. It seemed like so long ago that he had left for Rohan to take his post as General in Dorian Heart's stead. He now had a short, neatly trimmed beard to go with his long, flowing hair, and his armour was certainly of a superior quality to what he had been wearing the last time he entered the Tavern. His green cloak, embossed with the insignia of the company that he lead, the Wolfshead, fanned behind him in the breeze and he breathed deep, savouring the sweet Shire air that he had missed for so long. "It's good to be back, Adu..." he said to the elf at his side. "Thank you for making me do this." he added with a smile, before stooping to open the door and taking a tentative step inside, careful to avoid hitting his head on the low rafters...

04-28-2006, 09:45 AM	#5
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Crystal smiled at Cordelia and gave her shoulder a squeeze. She looked around the place. It was very quiet. So unusual. She wondered where Aman was. She turned in her chair and looked over the room. So many memories had been made here. She could still here Angry and his rough laugh, Adu telling her that she would gladly help her hide from her father, and Hama unsure of the happiness of Dorian's death. She knew that Hama and Adu were in Rohan and that she would never see them again. Rohan was their home. Only a miracle beyond all miracles would occur if they showed up here in the Shire. She turned back to the bar and remembered Aman. Aman's kindness had given her the strength to go on. If Aman hadn't treated her so nicely, she wasn't so sure that she would be alive today. Her thoughts had been dark and she had been sick. Aman's genuinely kind nature was one of the factors of her survival. The memories flooded her. She looked down at her attire. She snorted inwardly. She had taken in Arty's riding slacks and riding shirt to fit her. Whatever had happened to her own she couldn't remember. The only thing that she was wearing was the green cloak, the same cloak she had on the first time she had been here in the Shire. She turned back to Cordelia and smiled at her. She hoped that Cordelia would come to love the Shire as much as she did. "Are you going to be staying for a while? Or will you be heading back to Rohan?" She asked Cordelia softly. __________________ "What you see is exactly what you get. Don't say I didn't warn you."

04-28-2006, 10:29 AM	#6
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	"I do not doubt," muttered Fáinu, "that soon there will be a time of doom. I have seen strange things, in my sleep." Cree's eyes flashed as she looked at him. The elf was staring out of the window once again and his voice trailed into a whispered song. Oh ye, who dwell in Aman blessed, Shall these eyes see those trees? Oh Land over the sea, far in the west Golden is your early morning breeze! Where shall I find rest on this shore? Can we pay for our wrong with deeds? With heart and death in bloody war? Nay, for deep within me are black seeds That ever stains this wretched form From dawn till dusk every day I wait Like onto Manwe's mighty war storm I go soon to a deep and bounded fate. And now I say, "where shall I find rest?" Not even in there in blessed Aman, Land far removed in the uttermost west. His voice trailed and faded, until Cree was no longer sure if he had indeed spoken any words at all. For his mouth seemed to move, yet sound came not from him that she could hear, and she was unnerved. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

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04-26-2006, 01:41 PM	#1
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Grimhorn Rían walked slowly to the table. He seemed to be buried deep in his own thoughts. Quietly, the younger man raised his pint. Grimhorn raised his own in response. "To the memories, even if they are quite painful at times", Rían said in a low voice. Grimhorn just nodded. They drank in silence. Grimhorn wondered if the young man could read minds. Memories... What else but memories had all the evening been about? For a long while both men just sat and drank in silence. Grimhorn offered Rían his pipe back and he accepted it. "We were talking about Radagast the Brown and Greäw the Pretender, right?" Grimhorn asked and turned his dark gaze to the readhead, waiting for him to take the floor. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

04-27-2006, 04:46 PM	#4
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	A tall man, an older man, walked into the Green Dragon Inn, his shoulders stooped with tiredness. His face was weatherworn and hard, and could have been that of an aged farmer, were it not for the careful and wary way in which he moved and held himself, and for the saddened look in his eyes. He was dressed rather nondescriptly, if somewhat shabbily, having the look of one who had long since missed the cares and comforts of a home. A long, unadorned sword hung from his hip. He moved as if he knew well how to use it. A slight limp impeded his walk as he made his way towards an open table along the wall, a limp just slight enough to be notable, and not quite enough to trouble him. Reaching the table, he eased himself into a sitting position, a long but quiet sigh slipping out. He had been on the road for a long time. "Can I get you anything?" asked the Hobbit barmaid, catching sight of a new customer soon after he had seated himself. "Something that will ease a man's mind, but not delude into foolishness," said the customer. The Hobbit raised an eyebrow. "Ale, whatever the popular local brew is," he clarified. It was too late for riddles. The barmaid smiled, and soon returned with a mug of frothy ale. The stranger handed her a copper in payment. A strange face was imprinted on it. "Who is he?" asked the Hobbit. "Araphant of Arthedain," replied the stranger. "He that was second-to-last King of this realm before the Fall of the North. It is an old enough coin, to be sure, but still the same currency as those pennies that bear the profile of Paladin son of Adalgrim." The Hobbit maid might have responded, but a local customer was waving at her, and she hurried away. The stranger spared himself a slight smile as he raised his mug to his lips. None of the coins in his purse bore a more recent face than Araphant of Arthedain. Of course there was a story behind that. But there were none present to ask Estahir son of Estagond what it was. And that troubled Estahir not in the least. He was tired and desired rest.

04-28-2006, 04:41 PM	#7
Hama Of The Riddermark Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 282	Hama took a deep gulp of the hobbit ale, putting down his cup and laughing his deep, rich laugh as the hobbits ran around him trying to get a look at this new stranger. His helm rested on the table, the gold adornments casting reflections onto his face. He smiled, turning his chair round to look for anyone he recognised. Crystal? No...she wouldn't still be here. "Hobbit! Hobbit there!" he shouted loudly but good naturedly, "Let's have another tankard of this ale! I'd forgotten just how good it tastes! And for the love of the valar put it in a bigger glass!" The hobbit laughed with Hama as he filled up what to a hobbit must have seemed like a bucket with ale and placed it in front of him. He tipped the barman and chuckled warmly as he took the first sip of his huge tankard...