The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman was feeling rushed off her feet. Since when did the Inn become so busy? Cook was very helpful, but in her busy, efficient way, she made Aman feel about as busy and efficient as a chocolate teapot. She made her way into the kitchen, where she saw one of the guests, bending over a pot of soup.

"Good gracious, may I ask why one of my guests is helping with the meal?" She asked, feeling once more probably as embarrased as the elf. Lesperia now spun around, ladle in hand, like a child caught stealing pies, but recovered beautifully.

"I was stirring the soup, it was starting to boil at the edges."

"Thats fine, thanks." Aman spied the sandwiches and her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You were helping with the sandwiches as well?"

The elf smiled and nodded. "They're pretty much done, there are plenty there."

Aman started at her and returned the smile. "Well thankyou, thankyou very much! Well...I'd better get around to serving these out then."

"I'll help you. I havent anything else to do. I gather you are a little short handed at the moment?" Lésperia asked conversationally, picking up a tray.

"Hmm, yes, it seems that the Hoardes have arrived all at once!" Aman smiled.

"Well, I believe I will be staying a bit longer. While I am, would you like a hand around the place?"

Indeed, this elf had fallen from the Gods themselves! "That would be fantastic!" She picked up another tray and turned towards the door, hoisting it open with a complicated foot movement and holding up it open for Lésperia. Through it came another elf, who Aman recognised with a groan as being Nannaliel. She forced herself not to close the door again.

"Er... can I help you?" she stammered.

Aman goggled. Good grief, what was happening to the world? First the gods gift to Innkeepers offered to stay for a few days, then an being who was practically homicidal decided to be helpful. She nodded and indicated the tray. Nanna picked up a tray and followed.

Splitting up they began to weave around through the Inn's customers, offering sandwiches. Aman tried her best to meet and greet as many of the newcomers as she could, until she saw a figure near the bar who looked somewhat familiar, but Aman had no idea why. She made her way around to the man and offered the tray.

"Sandwich, sir...?" She offered.

"Soronume." He looked up and smiled, taking one of the offered sandwiches. Aman went on, "So where is it you come from?"

"From Mirkwood, Lady....?"

"Aman. Mirkwood you say? I have an friend, living in the forest. I think you may have heard of her- Tallin, Tallin the wolf tamer? Wolfsoul I think they may call her."