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The Perky Ent · 09-26-2004, 08:57 AM

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Congrats Arry, CaptainofDespair, and Firefoot!!! You made it! Welcome to Rohan. You now have a multitude of power in your hands. I suggest you take advantage of it. Play in some Inns, and when either mine or Imladris's game comes out, play it! If you like it, maybe you'll own a game in the Shire so you can make one in Rohan! And speaking of which, I'd also like to give a special congrats to Fordim. Well, that about covers it! Get to work, writers of the Mark!

Nurumaiel · 09-27-2004, 07:19 PM

Earcwen regarded Rochadan with a slightly amused eye, saying, 'Do you really desire my presence in the kitchen? Andhun, I understand, has some sort of work here at the Tavern, and so of course he is welcome to dine in the kitchen. I, on the other hand, should, by all rights, be dining in the Common Room with the guests, for I am a guest. You needn't fear of offending me by banishing me from the kitchen, though I might feel sorry for it.' She cocked her head to one side and her eyes twinkled.

'Oh, please!' cried Andhun and Sallie of one accord, and Rochadan finished for them, saying, 'I am sure you would be no bother at all, Miss Earcwen, and we would be delighted to have you.'

'Well then!' said Earcwen, and she took Sallie's hand. 'Shall we go in for our luncheon, then?' And she began to sing When I Was Young, and she made her way to the stable door, Sallie beside her and Andhun following. Rochadan could not resist a laugh at the oddity of the young woman, and at the dearness of Andhun and his daughter, and then he too followed, and together the little group made their way to the Tavern.

Ealasaide · 09-28-2004, 09:22 AM

Having herded his small group up the path from the stables to the back door of the kitchen, Rochadan opened the door only to find the kitchen quite crowded already. Finian, Ædhral, and Nell the Cook were all seated around the table before steaming bowls of soup. Beside them, halfway between the table and the stove stood a beaming, rather perky-looking dwarf. Surprised, Rochadan did a quick double-take, then smiled and nodded to the dwarf. Having fought at the Battle of Five Armies and acted as messenger between the various camps, Rochadan had conversed and become somewhat friendly with a number of dwarves. He just had not ever seen one quite in this context, though he supposed dwarves did cook. After all, they had seemed generally pretty fond of food in his experience.

Holding the door open for Earcwen and the two children, he stepped out of the way so that they could enter. "I hope there's room at the table for four more," he said to no one in particular. "I have two children here who could do with a hearty bowl of soup."

"Oh, of course!" exclaimed Ædhral, jumping up instantly to add four more place settings to the long table. "Allow me to introduce Stoney! He's going to be helping Nell in the kitchen."

As Rochadan introduced himself and the two children to Stoney, and Earcwen to everyone, he noticed the dwarf shifting rather uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"Is something wrong?" he asked pleasantly, meanwhile settling Sallie into her own little high chair.

"Ooh...erm," said the dwarf. "There isn't anymore soup. I served it all out into equal servings for those who were already here. I didn't know there were more coming..."

"Around here, there are always more coming!" Finian grinned.

"Never fear!" said Nell the Cook, rising quickly to her feet. "There is still a bit of stew left from lunch. I saved your share, seeing as you were late." She gave him a pointed look. "You should be more mindful of the time, Mr. Rochadan. If it weren't for those children I might not have saved you any at all. Maybe then you would learn to come to luncheon on time!"

Rochadan grinned and caught the plump older woman around the waist, giving her a playful spin around the kitchen. "Oh, you wouldn't do that to me!"

Trying very hard to maintain a frown, Nell freed herself and gave his arm a sharp slap. "I would indeed!" Then, she laughed in spite of herself. "Oh, go sit down." She disappeared into the pantry and came back out with stock pot of leftover stew from lunch, which she immediately set on the stove to reheat.

Taking a seat at the table between Sallie and Earcwen, Rochadan turned to the dwarf. "Welcome to the Vineyard," he said. "Don't mind Cook's temper if she ever has a chance to turn it on you. Her bark is much worse than her bite." He paused to wink at the cook, who was still doing her best to preserve the appearance that she was angry with him. "If you don't mind my asking," he continued. "How do you find yourself here in Esgaroth? Do you come from the Lonely Mountain?"

09-26-2004, 08:57 AM	#1
The Perky Ent Maniacal Mage Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side! Posts: 3,297	OCC Congrats Arry, CaptainofDespair, and Firefoot!!! You made it! Welcome to Rohan. You now have a multitude of power in your hands. I suggest you take advantage of it. Play in some Inns, and when either mine or Imladris's game comes out, play it! If you like it, maybe you'll own a game in the Shire so you can make one in Rohan! And speaking of which, I'd also like to give a special congrats to Fordim. Well, that about covers it! Get to work, writers of the Mark! __________________ 'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'

09-27-2004, 07:19 PM	#2
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Earcwen regarded Rochadan with a slightly amused eye, saying, 'Do you really desire my presence in the kitchen? Andhun, I understand, has some sort of work here at the Tavern, and so of course he is welcome to dine in the kitchen. I, on the other hand, should, by all rights, be dining in the Common Room with the guests, for I am a guest. You needn't fear of offending me by banishing me from the kitchen, though I might feel sorry for it.' She cocked her head to one side and her eyes twinkled. 'Oh, please!' cried Andhun and Sallie of one accord, and Rochadan finished for them, saying, 'I am sure you would be no bother at all, Miss Earcwen, and we would be delighted to have you.' 'Well then!' said Earcwen, and she took Sallie's hand. 'Shall we go in for our luncheon, then?' And she began to sing When I Was Young, and she made her way to the stable door, Sallie beside her and Andhun following. Rochadan could not resist a laugh at the oddity of the young woman, and at the dearness of Andhun and his daughter, and then he too followed, and together the little group made their way to the Tavern.

09-28-2004, 09:22 AM	#3
Ealasaide Shadow of Tyrn Gorthad Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: The Fencing Lyst Posts: 810	Having herded his small group up the path from the stables to the back door of the kitchen, Rochadan opened the door only to find the kitchen quite crowded already. Finian, Ædhral, and Nell the Cook were all seated around the table before steaming bowls of soup. Beside them, halfway between the table and the stove stood a beaming, rather perky-looking dwarf. Surprised, Rochadan did a quick double-take, then smiled and nodded to the dwarf. Having fought at the Battle of Five Armies and acted as messenger between the various camps, Rochadan had conversed and become somewhat friendly with a number of dwarves. He just had not ever seen one quite in this context, though he supposed dwarves did cook. After all, they had seemed generally pretty fond of food in his experience. Holding the door open for Earcwen and the two children, he stepped out of the way so that they could enter. "I hope there's room at the table for four more," he said to no one in particular. "I have two children here who could do with a hearty bowl of soup." "Oh, of course!" exclaimed Ædhral, jumping up instantly to add four more place settings to the long table. "Allow me to introduce Stoney! He's going to be helping Nell in the kitchen." As Rochadan introduced himself and the two children to Stoney, and Earcwen to everyone, he noticed the dwarf shifting rather uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Is something wrong?" he asked pleasantly, meanwhile settling Sallie into her own little high chair. "Ooh...erm," said the dwarf. "There isn't anymore soup. I served it all out into equal servings for those who were already here. I didn't know there were more coming..." "Around here, there are always more coming!" Finian grinned. "Never fear!" said Nell the Cook, rising quickly to her feet. "There is still a bit of stew left from lunch. I saved your share, seeing as you were late." She gave him a pointed look. "You should be more mindful of the time, Mr. Rochadan. If it weren't for those children I might not have saved you any at all. Maybe then you would learn to come to luncheon on time!" Rochadan grinned and caught the plump older woman around the waist, giving her a playful spin around the kitchen. "Oh, you wouldn't do that to me!" Trying very hard to maintain a frown, Nell freed herself and gave his arm a sharp slap. "I would indeed!" Then, she laughed in spite of herself. "Oh, go sit down." She disappeared into the pantry and came back out with stock pot of leftover stew from lunch, which she immediately set on the stove to reheat. Taking a seat at the table between Sallie and Earcwen, Rochadan turned to the dwarf. "Welcome to the Vineyard," he said. "Don't mind Cook's temper if she ever has a chance to turn it on you. Her bark is much worse than her bite." He paused to wink at the cook, who was still doing her best to preserve the appearance that she was angry with him. "If you don't mind my asking," he continued. "How do you find yourself here in Esgaroth? Do you come from the Lonely Mountain?"