The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Alatariel Telemnar]

An elf appeared over the horizon as the sun was setting over middle-earth. Another day gone by, Alatariel thought, her dark blue shawl was towering above her face. She rode up to the Inn on her mare, which was pure white. Climbing off, she lead her into the Inn's stables. Making sure she had a decent stable, she left her there. "Be back shortly, Aranel," Alatariel said, calming the mare. She walked towards the Inn leaving Aranel behind.

Walking back to the entrance, she looked up to see the Inn's sign, The Green Dragon Inn. She walked inside. She saw several people sitting around tables and at bars. They were all lost in conversation, except for a few, who sat by themselves. She saw all different kinds, from elves, to dwarves, to hobbits. She walked over to the bar.

"Hello, may I have a glass of wine?" Alatariel said. The person walked away for a second. They came back with a glass of wine. "Thank you."

Alatariel walked over to an empty table in the corner. After settling down in the chair, she began sipping her wine while contemplating over life. The fire light was crackling as it bounced off the walls. Alatariel got something out of the pouch that was her mother's. It was a gold chain, with a pendant at the bottom. She was thinking over her life, her journey in life, how far she had gone, how far she has to go.

[ May 21, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]