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

03-12-2005, 05:02 AM

It had been long since he last visited the Shire, and the Green Dragon Inn. Too long, he thought and slowed down his white horse as he came closer. A local farmer waved to him as he passed with a great smile. "Always welcoming every stranger with joy, no thought of what the person brings to them." He said to himself smiling politely back to farmer and nodding.

He had been riding all day, and was for the time being quite tired after the long trip. Isilmë passed the old stables, where of course merry old Meriadoc stood feeding the other steeds in the stables. "Isilmë, is it?" Meriadoc said, with a quite susprised tone in his voice. Apparently not expecting Isilmë to return. Isilmë confirmed the question with a nod. "Take good care of him, he is meaning a lot to me." Isilmë said smiling, then handing over the reins to Meriadoc. He nodded and took the white steed to an empty stall. Isilmë nodded and thanked Meriadoc and then went out and over to the Inn building.

The door creaked friendly when he opened the wooden door to the Inn, the creaking sound drawed a lot of gazes over at him and Isilmë nodded to them. He slowly made his way over to the counter. He leaned casually against it, clearing his throat.
"Miz?" He asked carefully. The hobbit lass swiftly turned smiling at him.

"Yes, Master Elf?" She said so politely, that Isilmë almost blushed.

"I wish to have an ale, thank you." Isilmë said smiling back, glad to meet so many warm greeters after his long abscene.

The hobbit lass nodded and took up a pint and poured up some ale in it from a barrel. "Here you go Master Elf." She said and handed the mug of ale over to him, and the pointed over to another counter. "Go over there if you plan to stay for the night, dont be too late, or there will be no rooms left."

Isilmë nodded and decided to first drink his ale before consulting regarding a room for the night. He glanced around him slightly, while sipping his ale standing a corner. I guess none of them recognizes me, and I have to admit, that I dont recognize them either, he thought and then sighing.

03-12-2005, 05:02 AM	#11
Isilmë Guest Posts: n/a	Isilmë returns to the Shire It had been long since he last visited the Shire, and the Green Dragon Inn. Too long, he thought and slowed down his white horse as he came closer. A local farmer waved to him as he passed with a great smile. "Always welcoming every stranger with joy, no thought of what the person brings to them." He said to himself smiling politely back to farmer and nodding. He had been riding all day, and was for the time being quite tired after the long trip. Isilmë passed the old stables, where of course merry old Meriadoc stood feeding the other steeds in the stables. "Isilmë, is it?" Meriadoc said, with a quite susprised tone in his voice. Apparently not expecting Isilmë to return. Isilmë confirmed the question with a nod. "Take good care of him, he is meaning a lot to me." Isilmë said smiling, then handing over the reins to Meriadoc. He nodded and took the white steed to an empty stall. Isilmë nodded and thanked Meriadoc and then went out and over to the Inn building. The door creaked friendly when he opened the wooden door to the Inn, the creaking sound drawed a lot of gazes over at him and Isilmë nodded to them. He slowly made his way over to the counter. He leaned casually against it, clearing his throat. "Miz?" He asked carefully. The hobbit lass swiftly turned smiling at him. "Yes, Master Elf?" She said so politely, that Isilmë almost blushed. "I wish to have an ale, thank you." Isilmë said smiling back, glad to meet so many warm greeters after his long abscene. The hobbit lass nodded and took up a pint and poured up some ale in it from a barrel. "Here you go Master Elf." She said and handed the mug of ale over to him, and the pointed over to another counter. "Go over there if you plan to stay for the night, dont be too late, or there will be no rooms left." Isilmë nodded and decided to first drink his ale before consulting regarding a room for the night. He glanced around him slightly, while sipping his ale standing a corner. I guess none of them recognizes me, and I have to admit, that I dont recognize them either, he thought and then sighing.