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

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 06:28 PM

Suddenly, Beriothien bursts through the doors.

"They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER!", I call to the Rohan rider.

He glances over to me. I guess I caught his attention.

"Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!", I call to him again.

02-11-2006, 06:43 PM

"Yes I suppose.Moria is still in goblin hands though.Blasted creatures!One day though we will retake it in Balins honor!"

Janthor looked up as the doors swung open hitting the wall as they did."They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER! Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!"

"Calm down lad.Who's found you?"

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 06:51 PM

I straighten up in my seat, thinking for a moment....

"Beriothen, what are their numbers, and where are they? They outside the borders of the shire, are they not?"

I smile then, speaking in a humorus tone.

"Because if that is the case, we may have a chance, and I might have a plan....."

I begin to cut into the bread once again, fitting another slice into my mouth.

Never ride to battle hungry.

The dwarf looks at me oddly, brow furrowed in confusion.

"I am sorry my friend, I failed to tell you. Beriothen has been pursued by a horde who has gone around Eryn Lasgalen, once known as Mirkwood, now reclaimed by the elves. He says they have something of his...something he wants back. I will go. What of you?"

02-11-2006, 06:55 PM

Janthor grabs his beard befor slapping his knee."Why not.Nothing better to do here.And I havnt sunk my axe into somethings chest in awile."

"Beriothen,of the Rangers.Ye have my axe in this matter." The Dwarf said grabing the weapon eagerly.Leaning on it he let out a laugh.

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 07:27 PM

I laugh at the dwarf, holding onto my sides. I knew he would say yes, but I didn't think it would be in quite this manner.....

"Beriothen, how far out are these men? Do we have time to plan further?"

I finish off the rest of the cheese, and swig it all down with this fine hobbit ale. Not like the Lagers of my homeland, specifically, the Heffewiesen, but a good beer nonetheless.

I look at the dwarve, surrounded by empty beer. He looks as if a king, sitting upon his golden throne. I immediatley laugh at the image, and he looks at me quizzically.

"Aye, here be the king of the Brew, nanquishing the enemy with his throat! None shall pass!"

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 11:37 PM

I tell the two to lower their voices, as I peer out the window. The horde is passing through...Oh how I cannot stand the smell of orcs.

"Pause a moment...they are leaving!", I exclaim.

It seems that these orcs are on their way to another city. We should stay out of their way for the time being. Stay in the inn...If they were to attack here, they wouldn't see daybreak. There must be a number of warriors present who would stop the fiends.

The commotion has ceased, died down. I can relax once more.
The thought of orcs surfaces tension inside.

I became thirsty and had not realized. I ask the barkeep for another pint.
Yes...pints always wash the troubles away...

Lasbelinion · 02-12-2006, 11:56 AM

Callë had not really thought to stop at the Inn. She had plenty of food in her rucksack and a full skin of fresh water, too. But the sounds coming from what seemed a large party in the Inn’s front yard drew her down the path.

She stood in the night shadows of a small stand of beech trees, her pale blue eyes taking in the goings on. Tables groaned with platters of foods and desserts. And there by them were casks of ale and another table with pitchers of other drinks available. Callë put her hands on her belly which had suddenly began to tell her how hungry it was. And not for the dried meats and waybread she had in her pack.

She tied back her dark brown hair with a thin leather cord she pulled from a pocket in her tunic, smoothing the wild and wavy locks back so as to look presentable. She polished the toes of her boots a bit – rubbing them on the back of her dark leggings. Her tunic was clean enough; she’d put it on just that day. Callë stepped out into the soft light of the tree lanterns and made her way through the crowd.

The Halfling who poured the ale gave her a friendly look as she took up a mug. She wandered to the table of food and filled a plate with bread and cheeses and a ripe, red apple atop it.

‘Where can I sit?’ she wondered, her eyes searching for an empty chair and a friendly face. There at a table sat another young woman, a mug of ale in her hands. She had a friendly face and seemed to be enjoying herself, listening to the lively music.

Callë made her way to where the dark haired woman sat. ‘Pardon me, miss – may I sit with you? My name is Callë, and I don’t really know anyone here.’ The apple, which had been precariously perched on her plate, took a mind to make a leap for freedom. It landed on the table top and rolled quickly towards the other woman’s hand.

JennyHallu · 02-12-2006, 11:02 PM

"...a fair lady from Gondor who may or may not have been born in a noble family who is not afraid to travel to a far-off land is unique indeed."

Losse snorted, catching a little of his mirth. "Your friend did you no favors, teaching you that. Remind me to teach you the rules of it, ere I leave you, so you don't accidentally lose fingers...or worse. And as for my lineage?" She paused. "Well, whether you believe me or not, 'tis true, though I will admit my story would be far less interesting without it, and that would be a sorry thing, 'twould it not?"

She smiled suddenly, showing Farael a brief glimpse of the carefree, joyous, youth she ought to have been the whole time. "Truly, it matters not one way or the other. I have no way to prove it except for a pendant my mother left me, but I don't know if it is unique or not. And even if it is...well, I may have been taught fair manners, but what place would I have in the Court of the Prince? I am a thief. I have no memory of any of my mother's people, and my only memories of Belfalas are brief. My only visit to Dol Amroth in adulthood was necessarily fleeting, and I certainly wasn't going to look anyone up. You are an intelligent man, I'm sure you can understand my occasional need for haste, and silent passage."

She caught a glimpse of the young man's expression at this allusion to her profession and let ring an honest laugh. "Any mention of my profession makes you nervous, doesn't it? Don't worry...you're safe from me as long as you don't pull my hair again, and your elven friend is no fun anyway. Relax...tell me your own tale. It would please me to know how a countryman found his way out here."

02-11-2006, 06:51 PM	#3
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I straighten up in my seat, thinking for a moment.... "Beriothen, what are their numbers, and where are they? They outside the borders of the shire, are they not?" I smile then, speaking in a humorus tone. "Because if that is the case, we may have a chance, and I might have a plan....." I begin to cut into the bread once again, fitting another slice into my mouth. Never ride to battle hungry. The dwarf looks at me oddly, brow furrowed in confusion. "I am sorry my friend, I failed to tell you. Beriothen has been pursued by a horde who has gone around Eryn Lasgalen, once known as Mirkwood, now reclaimed by the elves. He says they have something of his...something he wants back. I will go. What of you?" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands.

02-11-2006, 07:27 PM	#5
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I laugh at the dwarf, holding onto my sides. I knew he would say yes, but I didn't think it would be in quite this manner..... "Beriothen, how far out are these men? Do we have time to plan further?" I finish off the rest of the cheese, and swig it all down with this fine hobbit ale. Not like the Lagers of my homeland, specifically, the Heffewiesen, but a good beer nonetheless. I look at the dwarve, surrounded by empty beer. He looks as if a king, sitting upon his golden throne. I immediatley laugh at the image, and he looks at me quizzically. "Aye, here be the king of the Brew, nanquishing the enemy with his throat! None shall pass!" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands.

02-12-2006, 11:56 AM	#7
Lasbelinion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 24	-- Callë greets Aniriel -- Callë had not really thought to stop at the Inn. She had plenty of food in her rucksack and a full skin of fresh water, too. But the sounds coming from what seemed a large party in the Inn’s front yard drew her down the path. She stood in the night shadows of a small stand of beech trees, her pale blue eyes taking in the goings on. Tables groaned with platters of foods and desserts. And there by them were casks of ale and another table with pitchers of other drinks available. Callë put her hands on her belly which had suddenly began to tell her how hungry it was. And not for the dried meats and waybread she had in her pack. She tied back her dark brown hair with a thin leather cord she pulled from a pocket in her tunic, smoothing the wild and wavy locks back so as to look presentable. She polished the toes of her boots a bit – rubbing them on the back of her dark leggings. Her tunic was clean enough; she’d put it on just that day. Callë stepped out into the soft light of the tree lanterns and made her way through the crowd. The Halfling who poured the ale gave her a friendly look as she took up a mug. She wandered to the table of food and filled a plate with bread and cheeses and a ripe, red apple atop it. ‘Where can I sit?’ she wondered, her eyes searching for an empty chair and a friendly face. There at a table sat another young woman, a mug of ale in her hands. She had a friendly face and seemed to be enjoying herself, listening to the lively music. Callë made her way to where the dark haired woman sat. ‘Pardon me, miss – may I sit with you? My name is Callë, and I don’t really know anyone here.’ The apple, which had been precariously perched on her plate, took a mind to make a leap for freedom. It landed on the table top and rolled quickly towards the other woman’s hand. __________________ In the twilight of autumn the ship sailed out of Mithlond,until the seas of the Bent World fell away beneath it,& the winds of the round sky troubled it no more,& borne upon the high airs above the mists of the world it passed into the Ancient West… Last edited by Lasbelinion; 02-12-2006 at 12:10 PM.

02-12-2006, 11:02 PM	#8
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	"...a fair lady from Gondor who may or may not have been born in a noble family who is not afraid to travel to a far-off land is unique indeed." Losse snorted, catching a little of his mirth. "Your friend did you no favors, teaching you that. Remind me to teach you the rules of it, ere I leave you, so you don't accidentally lose fingers...or worse. And as for my lineage?" She paused. "Well, whether you believe me or not, 'tis true, though I will admit my story would be far less interesting without it, and that would be a sorry thing, 'twould it not?" She smiled suddenly, showing Farael a brief glimpse of the carefree, joyous, youth she ought to have been the whole time. "Truly, it matters not one way or the other. I have no way to prove it except for a pendant my mother left me, but I don't know if it is unique or not. And even if it is...well, I may have been taught fair manners, but what place would I have in the Court of the Prince? I am a thief. I have no memory of any of my mother's people, and my only memories of Belfalas are brief. My only visit to Dol Amroth in adulthood was necessarily fleeting, and I certainly wasn't going to look anyone up. You are an intelligent man, I'm sure you can understand my occasional need for haste, and silent passage." She caught a glimpse of the young man's expression at this allusion to her profession and let ring an honest laugh. "Any mention of my profession makes you nervous, doesn't it? Don't worry...you're safe from me as long as you don't pull my hair again, and your elven friend is no fun anyway. Relax...tell me your own tale. It would please me to know how a countryman found his way out here." __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles! Last edited by JennyHallu; 02-13-2006 at 01:41 PM.

02-11-2006, 06:28 PM	#1
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	Suddenly, Beriothien bursts through the doors. "They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER!", I call to the Rohan rider. He glances over to me. I guess I caught his attention. "Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!", I call to him again.

02-11-2006, 06:43 PM	#2
Janthor Guest Posts: n/a	"Yes I suppose.Moria is still in goblin hands though.Blasted creatures!One day though we will retake it in Balins honor!" Janthor looked up as the doors swung open hitting the wall as they did."They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER! Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!" "Calm down lad.Who's found you?"

02-11-2006, 06:55 PM	#4
Janthor Guest Posts: n/a	Janthor grabs his beard befor slapping his knee."Why not.Nothing better to do here.And I havnt sunk my axe into somethings chest in awile." "Beriothen,of the Rangers.Ye have my axe in this matter." The Dwarf said grabing the weapon eagerly.Leaning on it he let out a laugh.

02-11-2006, 11:37 PM	#6
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	I tell the two to lower their voices, as I peer out the window. The horde is passing through...Oh how I cannot stand the smell of orcs. "Pause a moment...they are leaving!", I exclaim. It seems that these orcs are on their way to another city. We should stay out of their way for the time being. Stay in the inn...If they were to attack here, they wouldn't see daybreak. There must be a number of warriors present who would stop the fiends. The commotion has ceased, died down. I can relax once more. The thought of orcs surfaces tension inside. I became thirsty and had not realized. I ask the barkeep for another pint. Yes...pints always wash the troubles away...