The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Larien Telemnar]

'Lady Telemnar..? Is something wrong?'

Larien looked up suddenly, bringing her mind out of the memories of the past and tried to conentrate on the future. She gave a half-hearted smile.

'Forgive me sir. It seems as if I have returned to the road leading to the past, a place I often find myself these days.' She looked down at her hands uncomfortably, her fingers rubbing against the cloth of her skirt, as they always seemed to do when she was anxious. Perhaps I should tell tell this stranger my troubles. She thought. Perhaps he will not think ill of me.

She glanced at him to see a look of concern on his face, his eyes sincere and kind. After a short moment of deliberation, she resolved to tell her tale at last.

'I have only told the fair people at this inn about the early events of my life, bu only one other knows of my guilt, and the events that happened only within the last few years. I am the daughter of two Hobbits who wer travellers. One night while travelling through the misty mountains they were ambushed by Orcs. I was just an infant, so it was an easy task for my mother to hide me. Lord Elrond of Rivendell was travelling through the mountains and found me, took me home and raised me as his own daughter.' Here she paused to take a sip of her tea.

'I lived there for many years, untill the War of the Ring. I was lurking in the shadows during a council that was held, concerning Isildur's Bane. I thought to aid Middle-Earth in some way, so I ran away, against my father's wishes. A friend went with me, a young Elf by the name of Tyaro, as well as a few others. We had travelled to Rohan ten years before that, and decided that we would travel there first. After travelling to Rohan, we wandered about, fighting small bands of Orcs. One night Tyaro and I were seperated from our group, and were attacked by Wargs.' Here a small tear trailed down her cheek. 'We tried to fight them, but there were too many. Tyaro knew there was no hope of defeating them; he had already been mortally wounded, so he hid me in a rock clef- against my wishes- and drew them away. I can still hear his screams at night.'

Her voice trailed off as the tears streamed down her cheeks. 'I could not fight after that, so I sent the rest of our band away, back to Imladris.'

She gave a weak smile through her tears. 'Forgive me, sir. I should not be troubling you with this tale.'

[Seth Cotton]

Éothen sat speechless and baffled by her story. He wasn’t sure of what to say, if it would sound stupid, heartless or even mean? He decided to remain silent for another moment, maybe she would say something. She cried, not a sound, but he saw the tears roll and he felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation and he looked down in the table.

‘I am s-sorry...’ He started, thinking it must sound really stupid. His way of saying it, his words of choice. The tone in his voice that sounded more like someone who has nothing better to say than that. He felt guilt and rubbed his head a little innocent.

‘I am really sorry to hear about your dear friend, my Lady...’ He continued and sounded more comfortable as the tensed situation began to ease and he felt more confident. She had almost stopped crying, yet she was still sad, no doubt of it. ‘Still it seems to me you are afraid of something?’

Maybe it was stupid of him to ask further more about it. Perhaps it would just make it worse, he would probably just bring up more darkness and sorrow. Even though it wasn’t his intention it seemed inevitable to him. He knew how it was to lose a friend, he had lost many. He thought of her as a brave person to actually talk about it; talk about the sorrow she felt. That was a braver thing than fighting a hundred orcs.

Éothen, for one, would never speak of such things. They were still strangers to each other but she must have built up a lot of confidence for Éothen which made him feel a little bit better and he even smiled, but stopped abruptly as he realised how dumb he must look. He sighed deeply; not even the sun outside helped. The shadow was lying over them as a covering of sorrow. No sun would take it away.

‘Maybe we should speak of something else...’ Éothen said a bit melancholy. He glanced at her and then made a quick glance outside at the fine weather. ‘Would you join me for a walk in the garden instead? Maybe it will make things better?’

As the young man reached the stables of the Green Dragon Inn, he smelled the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the kitchen. He was not tall by human standards, but he was finely built in musle and had a firm jaw. His black traveling cloak covered a leather breastplate with a horse embroidered upon it, common to the Riders of the Rohirrm. A shortsword was strapped to his side, as well as a long dirk. On his back he wore a quiver and shortbow, and his leather greaves were stained with mud. The famed inn was bustling as he walked in, people moved about waking and shaking sleep from their eyes. He moved carefully, ducking passing serving maids and dodging groggy adventurers.

"Sir, would you like a room?" a man asked.

"Yes, but I do not know how long I will be staying."

"Alright, may I ask your name?"

"My name is Palin, Palin Viccus. And m'am," Palin asked as the woman turned to leave, "may I get some food as well?"

"Certainly," the innkeeper said as she shuffled off to check on other guests. So, this is where I will start my adventures he thought. He was passed a plate of bacon, bread and a cool ale. He downed the meal in moments and pulled the cowl of his black cloak over his eyes, and slowly he drifted off to sleep.

[Dragon Elf odin Ragnorock]

It was a bright and sunny morning when a man in a dark cloak rode up to the green dragon inn.When he gets there he ties his horse up and walks in the bar. Then he askes the bartender if he could get a cold ale, some food, and a room because he had been riding all night and wanted to get some rest. Then he told the bartender to bring the food and drink to the back table in the corner. while he was waiting he pulled out his pipe and sat down in the chair dowsing off every once in a while. why didn' I stop at the last inn I came to he thought to himself.

"Here is your food" said the waitress

"Thanks" said the man

"is my room ready" asked the man

"I dont know" said the waitress "let me ask the barkeep"

"ok"

Then he ate his meal and had two more drinks. Then derifted off to sleep in his chair, but was suddenly sturred by the sound of darts on a dart board.

"Can I join your game?" asked the man

"sure"said one of the players"but what is your name?"

"it is Menecar"

[Gelmir]

It was morning. Gelmir had just woken up when he found himself leaning on a brick wall. He looked up he saw the bottom of a sign. He stumbled and looked at it again in a different angle, "Gr-green, Drain- No, Dragon... Ann. The green Dragon Ann." A hobbit walked passed,
"It's the green dragon inn" He said.
"Ugh, Hobbits. Have no respect for wood elves" Gelmir murmured. This particular hobbit was drunk.

Gelmir walked in, he went to the barkeep, "Could I have four of your breakfasts and six of your Ales, please. I'd like a room when I'm done." He said, "Oh and if you have any purple soup, I'd like that, here's a tip any how." Gelmir skipped along to a table. Gelmir got out a small ball and rolled it around to and fro, until the waiter came.

The waiter came with five trays. "Is this the party of Gelmir?" Asked the waiter
"Yes." Replied Gelmir
"Well, here's what you ordered, you sure you have enough?" chuckled the hobbit waiter,
"Yes. Could you ask if my room is ready," Gelmir asked.
"Certainly, sir. Anything else?" Asked the waiter.
"Where's my purple soup?" Gelmir ranted in his way, which wasn't much of a rant rather a wine.
"We don't serve 'purple soup'," He replied softly.
"When will you?" Asked Gelmir.
"Long after your dead." He replied again.
"I don't die, I dye you.... re hair green if you like..." laughed Gelmir
"Oh yes please" Answered the waiter sarcastically.
"Well, I just want to know if my room is done, thank you." Replied Gelmir,
"Will do right away, Sir." He said.
"Good day," Waved Gelmir.
Gelmir tucked into his food. When he had almost finished the waiter came again.
"Your room is ready, Sir." He stated.
"Thank you." He said as he clutched the keys in his hands and finished his lunch.
He went up stairs into his room and went to sleep very early................

Gelmir will wake up the next morning.

~Gelmir~

[Kath]

Astilwen had eventually found the Innkeeper after wandering through the kitchens. She was pretty busy with a pair of Big People children so she waited until she had finished with the girl child and just slipped in for a moment to ask for a room. The woman gladly gave her one and gave her directions. Astilwen hurried up the stairs to the room and gratefully sank into a warm bath. Once she was clean and had worked all the nasty kinks out her muscles she dressed again and went downstairs.

Her stomach had been rumbling in the bath and she realised that she must have missed dinner the night before and though the morning was getting late she would prefer to have a breakfast rather than a lunch. She moved to sit down at a table, not realising that there was already someone sitting there as he was so wrapped up in a black cowl. Startled she jumped up but caught her foot on the table leg. She fell, landing on the man's foot and taking the table with her with a large crash. Mortified she leapt up and began to try and put the table back to rights and apologised over and over to the poor man she had fallen on.

"I am so sorry sir I didn't realise you were there. I'll clean this up and pay for you to have another meal as I have ruined this one if you will just accept my apologies."

The man looked up as if in a daze and Astilwen realised that she had awoken him from a deep sleep. Now feeling even worse she carefully placed the broken crockery on another table and tried to right the one she had knocked over but found it too heavy. Straining with the weight she suddenly felt it lighten, and looked up to see the man setting it straight with a rather bemused smile on his face.

[Larien Telemnar]

Larien felt guilty that she had brought her years of sorrow and shadow into this kind man's life. She felt the cloud of her greif hovering over them, overshadowing the beautiful morning.

Why, oh why did I tell him my tale? She though. It would have been best had I died that day. I am dead inside already.

'I am s-sorry...’ Said Eothen haltingly. Larien could tell she had made him uncomfortable. Still, the man tried another effort at lightening the shadow.

‘I am really sorry to hear about your dear friend, my Lady...’ He stopped, as if unsure of himself, then continued. ‘Still it seems to me you are afraid of something?’

Larien looked down at her hands and sighed. How could she burden him with all of her fears and sorrows? It seemed to her that he had seen much grief already.

‘Maybe we should speak of something else...’ Éothen said, sounding not at all cheery. Larien thought that might be a fine change, but didn't know what to talk about. ‘Would you join me for a walk in the garden instead? Maybe it will make things better?’

Perhaps he will start a new topic of discussion. She thought. Smiling, she stood.

'I think that would be wonderful.'