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piosenniel · 01-06-2003, 02:52 PM

Pio waved to the exiting Elf, wondering if she would ever see her again. So many newcomers coming through the Shire, she mused. ‘I wonder if she’s heading West. With all these Elves that have found the Green Dragon, I hope that Círdan has brought a few extra ships for their transport.’

The babies were restless, and she moved into a more comfortable position on her chair. ‘No,’ she said to them, placing her hand protectively over them, ‘we are not bound for Valinor. Your ammë, has chosen another course for herself, and for you.’ They quieted at her thoughts, returning to their baby dreamings.

Rie had graciously offered to wake the guest in the stable, and Pio waved her on, grateful to be sitting with nothing to see to. Her survey of the room took in the figure of a weathered man seated near the other end of the hearth, talking with one of the other guests. Dark haired, green eyed, battle scarred. A sell-sword, she wondered. An Old One by the look of him. He seemed amused at the questions from the two that had approached him. Though now his features hinted at some darker thoughts.

He glanced her way, and she nodded her head to him in acknowledgement. ‘I should go speak with him. Be a good host.’ she thought. The warmth of the fire drove those thoughts from her head. ‘Let him come to me, if he wishes. Secrets are best waited for. Easier than trying to pry them out.’

Calling to a passing server, she took her pouch of Southern Star from off her belt. ‘Take this to that gentleman down there.’ She motioned with her chin. ‘See if he would like a pipeful of the Shire’s finest. Bring him a glass of Dorwinion wine, too. It will ease his troubles, though not banish them.’

01-06-2003, 02:52 PM	#1
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Pio waved to the exiting Elf, wondering if she would ever see her again. So many newcomers coming through the Shire, she mused. ‘I wonder if she’s heading West. With all these Elves that have found the Green Dragon, I hope that Círdan has brought a few extra ships for their transport.’ The babies were restless, and she moved into a more comfortable position on her chair. ‘No,’ she said to them, placing her hand protectively over them, ‘we are not bound for Valinor. Your ammë, has chosen another course for herself, and for you.’ They quieted at her thoughts, returning to their baby dreamings. Rie had graciously offered to wake the guest in the stable, and Pio waved her on, grateful to be sitting with nothing to see to. Her survey of the room took in the figure of a weathered man seated near the other end of the hearth, talking with one of the other guests. Dark haired, green eyed, battle scarred. A sell-sword, she wondered. An Old One by the look of him. He seemed amused at the questions from the two that had approached him. Though now his features hinted at some darker thoughts. He glanced her way, and she nodded her head to him in acknowledgement. ‘I should go speak with him. Be a good host.’ she thought. The warmth of the fire drove those thoughts from her head. ‘Let him come to me, if he wishes. Secrets are best waited for. Easier than trying to pry them out.’ Calling to a passing server, she took her pouch of Southern Star from off her belt. ‘Take this to that gentleman down there.’ She motioned with her chin. ‘See if he would like a pipeful of the Shire’s finest. Bring him a glass of Dorwinion wine, too. It will ease his troubles, though not banish them.’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.