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

Eruantalon · 07-27-2004, 03:56 PM

A farmer’s life was not an easy one to say the least. But all this going about town didn’t seem any easier. Never in his life had he seen so many different people around him. He was filled with excitement and wonders at all the faces.

There seemed to be an Elf in the inn. This was a miracle to him. He kept trying to see who was coming and going. “People seemed so busy that a small boy could go unnoticed here!” He thought to himself. But now as the time waned and the day took its toll on him. He found he didn’t need food or rest as much as the faint soft breeze from the window.

The fragrance was sweet and mild and put some enchantment on him. Because soon it seemed he had fallen asleep. There he lay no more than fourteen years old. He was two thirds as tall as an average man. But he had wispy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was pale and thin but not from a lack of food. It seemed he ate all the time but never really got any heavier.

Lulled by a soft breeze and twinkling stars. He drifted into a wonderful dream. It would be a surprise if he didn’t start smiling in this state. But for now he seemed content.

Aniriuq Raevla · 07-27-2004, 06:16 PM

"You know what?On second thought,I desire to sleep beneath the stars tonight."Anja said to Aman.She nodded to Tom and the inkeeper,and walked away. As she walked towards the door,she noticed a young boy,about three years younger than her,asleep on a table by the window. She stared at him for a while,then continued to walk outside.

A few minutes later,she layed on her back on the lush grass outside of the inn,near the stables. Her pack was lying next to her and she took out a blue handled dagger. She couldnt remember where she got it,but whenever she saw it,a proud feeling rose up in her.She put one arm behind her head and the other under her cloak,which she placed over her as a blanket,holding onto the dagger. She was a little frightened sleeping outside,she felt like something bad had happened to her on a similar occasion,but her father had always said to overcome your fears.....

He had said that?.....YES!He had!She had remembered something else!
With a smug smile on her face,and the stars smiling down on her,she fell asleep.

piosenniel · 07-28-2004, 03:36 AM

Cook, of course, was the first one up in the morning. It was good to be back in her own kitchen! Up early, she had started the dough for the day’s bread, and made the apple pies that would grace the tables for lunch. A large pot was set on the hob to bubble away as the stacks of chicken and taters and vegetables, fresh from the garden, all cut bite size, were put into it. Chicken soup, it would be, with hot, thick crusted bread for lunch. The pies and clotted cream would round out the menu.

She was just dropping a bouquet of bay and rosemary into the soup, when Buttercup came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing her still sleepy eyes. Without a word she began to set up the trays to be taken out to the tables for the first meal of the day – breakfast. Plates, mugs, and eating utensils first. Then, pots of sweet cream butter, pots of blackberry jam and those of honey were set out first, along with small silvered pitchers of cream for tea. The teapots, themselves, were all lined up along one counter in the kitchen, fresh leaves awaiting the hot water, just off the boil, to bring out their aroma and flavor.

Ruby, by this time, had dragged down the stairs, mumbling as she entered the kitchen that she needed a cuppa strong, sweet tea first . . . then she would start the thick sliced, Shire ham and fried taters in the big iron skillets all greased and waiting. Several dozen eggs were cracked and whipped to a frothy concoction, ready to be scrambled for the hungry patrons.

Even Derufin did not escape the direction of Cook after he had come into the kitchen seeking some tea before he saw to the horses. ‘The horses can wait a bit,’ she told him. ‘I’ll just slice the bread. You get it onto the toasting forks and fill up these baskets here.’

The kitchen soon was humming with a quiet energy. Eggs, ham, and taters sizzled in their pans; toast turned a golden brown; tea from the southlands sent its steamy fragrance sliding among the others.

When all was ready, the serving girls working that morning loaded up platter with plates of the various foods and distributed them to the tables. Eager customers helped themselves to the bounty and ate until they were well satisfied; then, sat back and sighed, and ate a little more.

Firefoot · 07-28-2004, 05:37 AM

Lily awoke refreshed and relaxed after a deep restful sleep. She was ready for the day to begin. She pulled on a patterned blue dress, simple but well made. Her hair was pulled into a secure braid. She then headed downstairs, quietly so as not to wake those still asleep.

There were a few people in the common room already, despite the early hour, eating breakfast that was set out on the tables. Lily's mouth watered at the scent of eggs, ham, and taters. She selected an empty table and sat down. She tried not to eat too fast, but she was incredibly eager to get out to the stables and begin her planned ride with Posco. Just the thought brought a smile to her face. When she was quite full, she pushed back her chair and walked outside. The day was beautiful: warm, with dew still coating the grass, and golden beams of early morning sun covering the land. She enjoyed the short walk to the stable, and once she got there found her pony, Clover.

"Hey there," she said to him, stroking his soft nose. "Ready for a ride today?" Clover nickered as if in assent and tossed his head. Lily smiled. She walked down the aisle and found her tack much more easily today, now that she knew where it was. She saddled up Clover and walked him outside to wait for Posco.

starkat · 07-28-2004, 08:42 AM

Gwenneth awoke to the sounds of birds outside her window. Being one who woke early and easily, she got up and got ready for the day.

Instead of wearing another dress, the elf maid had chosen to wear her riding clothes. They consisted of a dark, forest green tunic and tights to match. Her high boots were a rich brown colour and extremely comfortable. Gwenneth spent a few moments braiding her hair and headed downstairs.

Before she reached the bottom, Gwenneth could hear the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. Wonderful smells were coming from the same area. The elf avoided the common room for the moment and headed ouside to the stables.

Since it was still early, Gwenneth opened the stable door quietly and headed for Elenath's stall. Seeing that her mare was happily munching on hay, she walked back to the inn.

She entered the common room and found an empty table.

Kitanna · 07-28-2004, 09:01 AM

Peony was up before Deva the next morning. She dressed and went down to have some breakfast. The two were making plans to leave sometime before lunch. Hopefully Deva was up sometime before lunch.

Peony took a seat at a table in a far corner. She would sit there, eat, and think for a little while. There were few other people in the common room. That suited Peony just fine, she would be able to hear her own thoughts better.

In a few minutes Peony would go get some breakfast. She felt it too early to eat and she wasn't even all that hungry.

littlemanpoet · 07-28-2004, 01:42 PM

The seven travelers gathered in the common room for breakfast. Eodwine held his head in both hands, his elbows on the table. Falco was snickering at him.

"Master, Eodwine, you need to learn to handle your ale better."

"What would you expect, Master Falco, of one who has been starved and almost gutted in recent weeks. Ow! And keep your voice down. Heavens above, I do not even know where I slept last night."

"Nor do I," Falco replied, "come to think of it. What of the rest of you?"

"I cannot remember a thing about sleeping," Falowik admitted. "We must have done so, for here it is morning! And I feel refreshed!"

"And there Ruby and Buttercup are already about the day's business," Gorby put in.

"We must break our fast soon," Uien said, "for we must be off to catch up with Eswen and Lumiel."

"Aye."

"What," groaned Eodwine, "do they have for a strong morning drink to calm one's throbbing scull?"

Falco rose. "I will have a talk with Buttercup," he announced, and walked off to the kitchen.

07-27-2004, 06:16 PM	#2
Aniriuq Raevla Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: South Texas,yeeehah! ;) Posts: 17	"You know what?On second thought,I desire to sleep beneath the stars tonight."Anja said to Aman.She nodded to Tom and the inkeeper,and walked away. As she walked towards the door,she noticed a young boy,about three years younger than her,asleep on a table by the window. She stared at him for a while,then continued to walk outside. A few minutes later,she layed on her back on the lush grass outside of the inn,near the stables. Her pack was lying next to her and she took out a blue handled dagger. She couldnt remember where she got it,but whenever she saw it,a proud feeling rose up in her.She put one arm behind her head and the other under her cloak,which she placed over her as a blanket,holding onto the dagger. She was a little frightened sleeping outside,she felt like something bad had happened to her on a similar occasion,but her father had always said to overcome your fears..... He had said that?.....YES!He had!She had remembered something else! With a smug smile on her face,and the stars smiling down on her,she fell asleep. __________________ He who is full of himself,is likely to be quite empty. Last edited by piosenniel; 07-28-2004 at 03:11 AM.

07-28-2004, 03:36 AM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cook, of course, was the first one up in the morning. It was good to be back in her own kitchen! Up early, she had started the dough for the day’s bread, and made the apple pies that would grace the tables for lunch. A large pot was set on the hob to bubble away as the stacks of chicken and taters and vegetables, fresh from the garden, all cut bite size, were put into it. Chicken soup, it would be, with hot, thick crusted bread for lunch. The pies and clotted cream would round out the menu. She was just dropping a bouquet of bay and rosemary into the soup, when Buttercup came stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing her still sleepy eyes. Without a word she began to set up the trays to be taken out to the tables for the first meal of the day – breakfast. Plates, mugs, and eating utensils first. Then, pots of sweet cream butter, pots of blackberry jam and those of honey were set out first, along with small silvered pitchers of cream for tea. The teapots, themselves, were all lined up along one counter in the kitchen, fresh leaves awaiting the hot water, just off the boil, to bring out their aroma and flavor. Ruby, by this time, had dragged down the stairs, mumbling as she entered the kitchen that she needed a cuppa strong, sweet tea first . . . then she would start the thick sliced, Shire ham and fried taters in the big iron skillets all greased and waiting. Several dozen eggs were cracked and whipped to a frothy concoction, ready to be scrambled for the hungry patrons. Even Derufin did not escape the direction of Cook after he had come into the kitchen seeking some tea before he saw to the horses. ‘The horses can wait a bit,’ she told him. ‘I’ll just slice the bread. You get it onto the toasting forks and fill up these baskets here.’ The kitchen soon was humming with a quiet energy. Eggs, ham, and taters sizzled in their pans; toast turned a golden brown; tea from the southlands sent its steamy fragrance sliding among the others. When all was ready, the serving girls working that morning loaded up platter with plates of the various foods and distributed them to the tables. Eager customers helped themselves to the bounty and ate until they were well satisfied; then, sat back and sighed, and ate a little more. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

07-28-2004, 08:42 AM	#5
starkat Wight Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Cair Paravel during the Golden Age of Narnia Posts: 146	Gwenneth awoke to the sounds of birds outside her window. Being one who woke early and easily, she got up and got ready for the day. Instead of wearing another dress, the elf maid had chosen to wear her riding clothes. They consisted of a dark, forest green tunic and tights to match. Her high boots were a rich brown colour and extremely comfortable. Gwenneth spent a few moments braiding her hair and headed downstairs. Before she reached the bottom, Gwenneth could hear the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. Wonderful smells were coming from the same area. The elf avoided the common room for the moment and headed ouside to the stables. Since it was still early, Gwenneth opened the stable door quietly and headed for Elenath's stall. Seeing that her mare was happily munching on hay, she walked back to the inn. She entered the common room and found an empty table. __________________ "Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, ... And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again. ~ The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe Narnia Movie Info

07-28-2004, 09:01 AM	#6
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	Peony was up before Deva the next morning. She dressed and went down to have some breakfast. The two were making plans to leave sometime before lunch. Hopefully Deva was up sometime before lunch. Peony took a seat at a table in a far corner. She would sit there, eat, and think for a little while. There were few other people in the common room. That suited Peony just fine, she would be able to hear her own thoughts better. In a few minutes Peony would go get some breakfast. She felt it too early to eat and she wasn't even all that hungry. __________________ "Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain

07-28-2004, 01:42 PM	#7
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Eodwine and company The seven travelers gathered in the common room for breakfast. Eodwine held his head in both hands, his elbows on the table. Falco was snickering at him. "Master, Eodwine, you need to learn to handle your ale better." "What would you expect, Master Falco, of one who has been starved and almost gutted in recent weeks. Ow! And keep your voice down. Heavens above, I do not even know where I slept last night." "Nor do I," Falco replied, "come to think of it. What of the rest of you?" "I cannot remember a thing about sleeping," Falowik admitted. "We must have done so, for here it is morning! And I feel refreshed!" "And there Ruby and Buttercup are already about the day's business," Gorby put in. "We must break our fast soon," Uien said, "for we must be off to catch up with Eswen and Lumiel." "Aye." "What," groaned Eodwine, "do they have for a strong morning drink to calm one's throbbing scull?" Falco rose. "I will have a talk with Buttercup," he announced, and walked off to the kitchen.

07-27-2004, 03:56 PM	#1
Eruantalon Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Gondor Posts: 139	A farmer’s life was not an easy one to say the least. But all this going about town didn’t seem any easier. Never in his life had he seen so many different people around him. He was filled with excitement and wonders at all the faces. There seemed to be an Elf in the inn. This was a miracle to him. He kept trying to see who was coming and going. “People seemed so busy that a small boy could go unnoticed here!” He thought to himself. But now as the time waned and the day took its toll on him. He found he didn’t need food or rest as much as the faint soft breeze from the window. The fragrance was sweet and mild and put some enchantment on him. Because soon it seemed he had fallen asleep. There he lay no more than fourteen years old. He was two thirds as tall as an average man. But he had wispy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was pale and thin but not from a lack of food. It seemed he ate all the time but never really got any heavier. Lulled by a soft breeze and twinkling stars. He drifted into a wonderful dream. It would be a surprise if he didn’t start smiling in this state. But for now he seemed content.

07-28-2004, 05:37 AM	#4
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Lily awoke refreshed and relaxed after a deep restful sleep. She was ready for the day to begin. She pulled on a patterned blue dress, simple but well made. Her hair was pulled into a secure braid. She then headed downstairs, quietly so as not to wake those still asleep. There were a few people in the common room already, despite the early hour, eating breakfast that was set out on the tables. Lily's mouth watered at the scent of eggs, ham, and taters. She selected an empty table and sat down. She tried not to eat too fast, but she was incredibly eager to get out to the stables and begin her planned ride with Posco. Just the thought brought a smile to her face. When she was quite full, she pushed back her chair and walked outside. The day was beautiful: warm, with dew still coating the grass, and golden beams of early morning sun covering the land. She enjoyed the short walk to the stable, and once she got there found her pony, Clover. "Hey there," she said to him, stroking his soft nose. "Ready for a ride today?" Clover nickered as if in assent and tossed his head. Lily smiled. She walked down the aisle and found her tack much more easily today, now that she knew where it was. She saddled up Clover and walked him outside to wait for Posco.