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Gorothlammothiel · 05-08-2003, 03:25 PM

Stepping down from his steed Soronume once again laid his feet on familiar ground. It had been some months since he had been to this inn, his last journey had led him further than he had imagined it would.

Soronume took several small steps forward before stopping a few feet from the door of the Green Dragon Inn. Turning his head he looked back to the tree that he had sat under on his last visit, remembering the friends he had made, and now lost.

A sharp pain shot to his side and he clutched his stomach as it grew tight. No visible mark left from the wound but it went far deeper than that. A memory so near to his mind and heart flashed back to him from the perilous quest to Cirith Ungol, a memory of the moment his companions fell alongside him.

At that moment the door of the inn opened and a hobbit walked past, staring at Soronume. As the pain loosened it's grip he stood more upright and smiled at the small crature. What more could anyone do than stare at this worn figure? Having always had the look of a well travelled ranger, Soronume's latest adventure had left him injured and alone. His clothes were ragged and his cloak torn where he had cut a small patch away to bind a companions wound. His elven air , dark hair loose past his shoulders and his deep eyes were of the few traits that would leave him recognisable to an aquaintance of past.

As the hobbit grew distant Soronume made way to the door, still lightly holding his side. Pushing the door open and bowing his head he glanced around the room. It was how he had remembered it to be. Busy, warm and welcoming. Gently brushing past a few standing elves Soronume reached the bar where he took seat, silently.

[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Gorothlammothiel ]

05-08-2003, 03:25 PM	#11
Gorothlammothiel Registered User Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Sitting in front of my preferred world.... Posts: 254	Stepping down from his steed Soronume once again laid his feet on familiar ground. It had been some months since he had been to this inn, his last journey had led him further than he had imagined it would. Soronume took several small steps forward before stopping a few feet from the door of the Green Dragon Inn. Turning his head he looked back to the tree that he had sat under on his last visit, remembering the friends he had made, and now lost. A sharp pain shot to his side and he clutched his stomach as it grew tight. No visible mark left from the wound but it went far deeper than that. A memory so near to his mind and heart flashed back to him from the perilous quest to Cirith Ungol, a memory of the moment his companions fell alongside him. At that moment the door of the inn opened and a hobbit walked past, staring at Soronume. As the pain loosened it's grip he stood more upright and smiled at the small crature. What more could anyone do than stare at this worn figure? Having always had the look of a well travelled ranger, Soronume's latest adventure had left him injured and alone. His clothes were ragged and his cloak torn where he had cut a small patch away to bind a companions wound. His elven air , dark hair loose past his shoulders and his deep eyes were of the few traits that would leave him recognisable to an aquaintance of past. As the hobbit grew distant Soronume made way to the door, still lightly holding his side. Pushing the door open and bowing his head he glanced around the room. It was how he had remembered it to be. Busy, warm and welcoming. Gently brushing past a few standing elves Soronume reached the bar where he took seat, silently. [ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: Gorothlammothiel ]