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

piosenniel · 11-08-2004, 02:59 PM

GREEN DRAGON INN FACTS:

It is the 4th Age, year 12. By the Shire Calendar it is year 1433 S.R. (Shire Reckoning).

King Elessar is on the throne of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor.

Mirkwood has been reclaimed by the Elves and is now called Eryn Lasgalen.

Paladdin Took, Pippin’s father, is Thain of the Shire. (Thain is an honorary title for the military leader of the Shire. The title has been held in the Took Family since the position was first established in 3rd Age 1979 with Bucca of the Marish as First Thain.) Paladdin Took dies in year 13, and will be succeeded by his son, Peregrin, ‘Pippin’, Took.

Samwise Gamgee is Mayor of the Shire, having succeeded Will Whitfoot in 1427 S.R.

The Innkeeper, in the Green Dragon Inn of this forum, is: Aman – a young woman from Rohan.

Before her, the Innkeeper was Piosenniel, and before her it was Dwarin, the Dwarf.

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Other ongoing characters in the Inn:

Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid

Buttercup Brownlock, Hobbit – not married – kitchen assistant and maid

Vinca Bunce, widowed, Inn Cook (character played by Piosenniel)

Derufin, General handyman/jack-of-all-trades round the Inn (played by Envinyatar)

Meriadoc - Stablemaster

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Ongoing characters from outside the Inn:

Halfred Whitfoot – local Shiriff from Bywater and Postmaster for this area of the Shire; his pony’s name is Dumpling.

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Please Note:

No 'SAVES' are allowed in the Inn (except for modifications needed to be made by the Moderators or Innkeeper).

With the exception of the Innkeeper and the Moderators, no OOC (Out Of Character) comments are allowed in the Inn.

Only the Innkeeper, Amanaduial, or the Moderators move the timeline for the Inn forward.

Visitors to the Inn will need to read the posts that come before theirs to get an idea of what time it is in the Shire, what the weather is like, and what is happening.

No violence is allowed in the Inn or on Inn grounds.

Please be familiar with the rules for the Inn and Games in The Red Book of Westmarch, the first topic in the Shire.

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About Elves in Shire RPG's:

Please use this description from Tolkien when crafting an Elf:

Return of the King – Appendix F: Tolkien’s description for the Quendi (The Speakers) – the name given to the Elves by themselves after they first awoke in Middle-earth.

“They were a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as Kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars. They were tall, fair of skin and grey-eyed, though their locks were dark, save in the golden house of Finrod; and their voices had more melodies than any mortal voice that is now heard . . .”

Please use this as a guideline for describing your Elven character’s appearance.

piosenniel · 11-08-2004, 02:59 PM

It is now late afternoon in the Shire.

The sun is still shining.

But, the wind has picked up; there are clouds blowing in from the West.

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NOTE: A small rainstorm may be brewing up . . .

elronds_daughter · 11-09-2004, 11:17 AM

Alameth laughed. “Yes,” she said, “floods would be a disadvantage of living on a lake.”

She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. “Tell you about my life, eh? There really isn’t much to tell. My home is very near Edoras, and I’ve been there many times; but as I said, up till now I haven’t been more than ten miles from there. But Rohan truly is beautiful. The plains, the Entwash, even Fangorn Forest; though I wouldn’t recommend getting too close. The trees can be a bit hostile. And Meduseld! On a day when the sun shines, there is nothing in Middle-Earth can compare to that.”

Amanaduial the archer · 11-09-2004, 01:14 PM

"The shivaree?" Aman laughed as she picked up the Derufin's glass and re-filled it with some fine dark stout from the pitcher she was carrying. Looking at Andwise across the table as she set down the glass again, she wrinkled her nose curiously. "What's the shivaree?"

Andwise stared at her, eyebrows raised. "You don't...ah, well, fill my glass, Innkeeper, and I shall educate you both!"

Lalwendë · 11-09-2004, 02:32 PM

Trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, Jinniver walked into the inn, closing the door quietly behind her, and slipped into a place at the end of Andwise and Derufin's table. After arranging herself so she was almost hidden by the table, she nodded to them both and set about the business of filling her pipe.

Aman appeared near the table, bearing a large pitcher of stout. Jinniver savoured the smell and tried to catch Aman's eye. She longed for a drink. Aman was cheerily talking with Derufin, and Jinniver could not but help hear the word 'shivaree' mentioned, as Aman's voice rose sharply as she said it. She had no idea what this might be, but a chill went down her spine, and she leaned forwards, hoping to hear a good story.

Hookbill the Goomba · 11-09-2004, 02:35 PM

Fáinu smirked, slightly in content at the words "Self pity". A shadow seemed to have come across his face and his words seemed dark and filled with madness.

"I have no pity for myself," he said, "What use is there that way? I merely can see nothing for me. I care not. It is for thee, that I care. Fore I perceive that you’re intent on being by my side, may lead you to a peril too great for thine heart to withstand." Cree seemed wrathful, as if about to stand and cast a drinking vestal at him, but he fixed her with a stern look, and she did not move. He had more yet to say.

"You may say that you shall never leave my side. Not even if death takes you. I have seen many use such words, and later wish they had not. I wish you to take caution, not to be rash. Keep a sane mind, do not let you’re regret take hold of you, like mine has me." Cree did not know what to say. She stared at him, he did not seem to be the same elf she had been talking to earlier. He had changed, his voice was different, and he seemed to be looking at another world.

"You came hither to seek Manstarmin," said Fáinu, he defiantly did not seem himself, "Ye thought him alive when thou saw me. But I tell you now that he is dead. Nothing shall bring him back!" he stopped and breathed heavily. The shadow passed, and again, Fainu sat in the Green dragon. Cree was opposite him and did not seem best pleased. She seemed half frightened and half amazed at what he had said.

Fáinu turned his head and looked from the window. a light breeze seemed to be blowing, several hobbit children ran past the inn. Cree leant forward as if to say something, but she stopped and looked down.

"Do you not see?" said Fáinu, "The dragon's curse has held us both. Madness took me, you must forgive me. I knew not what I was saying. I must get some air." He got to his feet and stepped out of the inn. However, the sun was not shining down as he had exspected, but the cool breeze helped relax Fáinu's mind. The rain pattered against his hair and cooled him off.

piosenniel · 11-09-2004, 02:47 PM

Please Note:

It has clouded over in the Shire and is raining.

starkat · 11-09-2004, 05:41 PM

Gwenneth and Ginger entered the Inn and shook the rain out of their hair. The young elf maid lightly shook the two boquets she was holding. "I am going to go find Aman."

Seeing Ginger's surprised look, Gwenneth laughed softly. "I made a second boquet for Cook." The elf pushed a boquet into Ginger's hands. "Why don't you take it to her?" Her voice softened, "May I meet you back here? I would be glad to help with something else."

Angel_Queen · 11-10-2004, 10:22 AM

Ravon looked around it had been awhile since she had been back in the inn. Lewis and her bought a little house in the Shire and hadn't thought about going back to the inn until a few days ago. Ravon was happier now that she didn't have to worry about Cree or her home. After all her home was where ever Lewis was. Right now that was the Shire. With Lewis she was happy unlike she was so long ago. Ravon hadn't seen Lewis all day and was getting worried that he wasn't anywhere to be found. She saw Cree setting alone and what seemed to be trouble written in her eyes. She hadn't talked to Cree in so long and decided a few more minutes wouldn't matter.

Ravon noticed that Cree didn't have Avalon with her. Suddenly worried about what had happened to Cree's friend she walked over to find out. "Cree where is Avalon?" Cree looked up and told Ravon about how she had gotten rid of Avalon so the crow could live its life free from the worries of Cree's curse. Ravon felt sorry for Cree but wouldn't let it show. She turned as she heard the front door open. Lewis was there. Avoiding everyone's way, Ravon ran to meet Lewis before he could get away from her. "It is good to see you my love." There was a smile on her face that seemed to go from ear to ear. She was only happy with him and no one else. "You said you had a surprise for me. Where is it?" Ravon had her hand over the ring she had given Lewis when they had met so long ago. The ring only made Ravon feel that much more love from Lewis.

Deep down inside, though her feelings hid it, Ravon was afraid of one thing. She didn't want to losse Lewis to anyone or anything. But Ravon knew she would eventually loose him to death. Though she figured with his death would be her own.

11-08-2004, 02:59 PM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It is now late afternoon in the Shire. The sun is still shining. But, the wind has picked up; there are clouds blowing in from the West. ---------------- NOTE: A small rainstorm may be brewing up . . . Last edited by piosenniel; 11-08-2004 at 03:05 PM.

11-09-2004, 01:14 PM	#4
Amanaduial the archer Shadow of Starlight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: dancing among the ledgerlines... Posts: 2,347	"The shivaree?" Aman laughed as she picked up the Derufin's glass and re-filled it with some fine dark stout from the pitcher she was carrying. Looking at Andwise across the table as she set down the glass again, she wrinkled her nose curiously. "What's the shivaree?" Andwise stared at her, eyebrows raised. "You don't...ah, well, fill my glass, Innkeeper, and I shall educate you both!" __________________ I am what I was, a harmless little devil

11-09-2004, 02:32 PM	#5
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	Trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, Jinniver walked into the inn, closing the door quietly behind her, and slipped into a place at the end of Andwise and Derufin's table. After arranging herself so she was almost hidden by the table, she nodded to them both and set about the business of filling her pipe. Aman appeared near the table, bearing a large pitcher of stout. Jinniver savoured the smell and tried to catch Aman's eye. She longed for a drink. Aman was cheerily talking with Derufin, and Jinniver could not but help hear the word 'shivaree' mentioned, as Aman's voice rose sharply as she said it. She had no idea what this might be, but a chill went down her spine, and she leaned forwards, hoping to hear a good story. Last edited by Lalwendë; 11-09-2004 at 02:37 PM. Reason: spelling

11-09-2004, 02:35 PM	#6
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Fáinu smirked, slightly in content at the words "Self pity". A shadow seemed to have come across his face and his words seemed dark and filled with madness. "I have no pity for myself," he said, "What use is there that way? I merely can see nothing for me. I care not. It is for thee, that I care. Fore I perceive that you’re intent on being by my side, may lead you to a peril too great for thine heart to withstand." Cree seemed wrathful, as if about to stand and cast a drinking vestal at him, but he fixed her with a stern look, and she did not move. He had more yet to say. "You may say that you shall never leave my side. Not even if death takes you. I have seen many use such words, and later wish they had not. I wish you to take caution, not to be rash. Keep a sane mind, do not let you’re regret take hold of you, like mine has me." Cree did not know what to say. She stared at him, he did not seem to be the same elf she had been talking to earlier. He had changed, his voice was different, and he seemed to be looking at another world. "You came hither to seek Manstarmin," said Fáinu, he defiantly did not seem himself, "Ye thought him alive when thou saw me. But I tell you now that he is dead. Nothing shall bring him back!" he stopped and breathed heavily. The shadow passed, and again, Fainu sat in the Green dragon. Cree was opposite him and did not seem best pleased. She seemed half frightened and half amazed at what he had said. Fáinu turned his head and looked from the window. a light breeze seemed to be blowing, several hobbit children ran past the inn. Cree leant forward as if to say something, but she stopped and looked down. "Do you not see?" said Fáinu, "The dragon's curse has held us both. Madness took me, you must forgive me. I knew not what I was saying. I must get some air." He got to his feet and stepped out of the inn. However, the sun was not shining down as he had exspected, but the cool breeze helped relax Fáinu's mind. The rain pattered against his hair and cooled him off. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket... Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 11-10-2004 at 01:05 PM.

11-09-2004, 05:41 PM	#8
starkat Wight Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Cair Paravel during the Golden Age of Narnia Posts: 146	Gwenneth and Ginger entered the Inn and shook the rain out of their hair. The young elf maid lightly shook the two boquets she was holding. "I am going to go find Aman." Seeing Ginger's surprised look, Gwenneth laughed softly. "I made a second boquet for Cook." The elf pushed a boquet into Ginger's hands. "Why don't you take it to her?" Her voice softened, "May I meet you back here? I would be glad to help with something else." __________________ "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

11-09-2004, 11:17 AM	#3
elronds_daughter Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2004 Location: Between the fortune cookie and the post-its. Posts: 644	Alameth laughed. “Yes,” she said, “floods would be a disadvantage of living on a lake.” She leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands. “Tell you about my life, eh? There really isn’t much to tell. My home is very near Edoras, and I’ve been there many times; but as I said, up till now I haven’t been more than ten miles from there. But Rohan truly is beautiful. The plains, the Entwash, even Fangorn Forest; though I wouldn’t recommend getting too close. The trees can be a bit hostile. And Meduseld! On a day when the sun shines, there is nothing in Middle-Earth can compare to that.”

11-09-2004, 02:47 PM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Please Note: It has clouded over in the Shire and is raining.

11-10-2004, 10:22 AM	#9
Angel_Queen Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: cloud in the sky Posts: 36	Ravon looked around it had been awhile since she had been back in the inn. Lewis and her bought a little house in the Shire and hadn't thought about going back to the inn until a few days ago. Ravon was happier now that she didn't have to worry about Cree or her home. After all her home was where ever Lewis was. Right now that was the Shire. With Lewis she was happy unlike she was so long ago. Ravon hadn't seen Lewis all day and was getting worried that he wasn't anywhere to be found. She saw Cree setting alone and what seemed to be trouble written in her eyes. She hadn't talked to Cree in so long and decided a few more minutes wouldn't matter. Ravon noticed that Cree didn't have Avalon with her. Suddenly worried about what had happened to Cree's friend she walked over to find out. "Cree where is Avalon?" Cree looked up and told Ravon about how she had gotten rid of Avalon so the crow could live its life free from the worries of Cree's curse. Ravon felt sorry for Cree but wouldn't let it show. She turned as she heard the front door open. Lewis was there. Avoiding everyone's way, Ravon ran to meet Lewis before he could get away from her. "It is good to see you my love." There was a smile on her face that seemed to go from ear to ear. She was only happy with him and no one else. "You said you had a surprise for me. Where is it?" Ravon had her hand over the ring she had given Lewis when they had met so long ago. The ring only made Ravon feel that much more love from Lewis. Deep down inside, though her feelings hid it, Ravon was afraid of one thing. She didn't want to losse Lewis to anyone or anything. But Ravon knew she would eventually loose him to death. Though she figured with his death would be her own. __________________ When life throws you lemons make lemonade. But when life throws you a rotten tomato throw it at life. Life is sweet enjoy it, that is unless its a lemon, then its sour.