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Old 05-30-2003, 01:44 PM   #761
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Halfred gave out the last of the letters, then drew Aman's slowly out of the sack. He peered at it as if short sighted, bringing it closer, then farther, from his eyes.

"Hmm, I can't really see the name, and it doesn't look familiar now..." He murmered. Aman grinned, then gasped loudly, pointing out of the window.

"Look!" As the postman looked, the woman took advantage of his distraction, slipping the letter from his hand. Halfred looked back and stared for a moment at his empty hand, a puzzled frown on his face, before grinning at Aman.

"Well, you are a sly one, Mistress Aman," He chuckled, then rose from where he sat, draining the last of his ale. "Well, I must be off."

"You won't stay for another pint?"

Halfred lingered for a moment, then shook his head. "No, no, really I must be off. Thankyou Mistress Aman, and 'twas a pleasure making your aquaintance once more." He tugged his cap and proceded out of the Inn.

Aman inspected the letter, and was about to open it, when Cami rushed up to her.

"Aman, look!" She flourished a letter, and indicated a passage, still beaming. "I have a friend coming to the Inn, Eodwine, a messenger of the King of Rohan-"

"The king of Rohan? Very prestigious!" She frowned; the name had seemed familiar, and she just wanted to check. There was a newcomer in the Inn as well, and Aman noticed that when Cami had said his name, he had looked up, as if he was being addressed. "What did you say his name was?"

"He is one of Bird's friends- Eodwine. He-"

Aman saw the newcomer, a man dressed in what she recognised as Rohan dress, look up again. She nodded to him, making Cami turn. "I think you may have your Eodwine." She murmered. Approaching him, she smiled. "Good day sir, can I get you a drink?"

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Old 05-30-2003, 02:36 PM   #762
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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.

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.

Derufin, a Man from Ethring in the Ringlo Vale, is the stablemaster and general handyman/jack of all trades for the Inn.

Vinca Bunce, Hobbit – ‘Cook’ – widowed runs the kitchen

Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid

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

Halfred Whitfoot - Shiriff in the Bywater/Hobbiton area & Postmaster
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Present timeline:

It is still midsummer.

And immediately present - it is late afternoon of a bright, summery day, and the mail has just been delivered to the Inn.
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Derufin was just coming down the steps to the Inn when he saw the chestnut stallion turn up the path to the Inn. ‘A beautiful horse,’ he thought to himself, as he watched the spirited gait of the charger, held somewhat in check by the thatch haired man who rode him. The sun glinted off the charger’s coat and caught the lustrous hairs of his tail and mane. ‘Well taken care of, I see,’ he said approvingly.

He took the reins and held the rider’s mount steady as he got down. Flithaf, it was, whose head he held still, and Eodwine, the rider. It startled Derufin when the man gave him coins for his slight service, and he almost returned them, saying that it was not necessary. That it would be his pleasure to take care of so fine a creature. But take them he did, smiling graciously, and put them away in his pocket thinking he could find some use for them.

He led Flithaf to the stable, speaking gently to him as they walked along. The horse’s ears flicked with interest, and he nodded his great head at times, almost as if he wished to join in the conversation. ‘Come,’ said Derufin, leading him to an empty stall, ‘let me free you up a bit.’

His saddle and bridle removed, the tangles and burrs combed from his tail and mane, Flithaf was then given a small nosebag of oats to tide him over until the evening hay would be put in hayracks of each stall. Once done, Derufin led him out to the large pen on the greensward at the side of the stable.

‘Run about, Flithaf. Meet your stablemates!’ Derufin shooed the horse in through the gate and latched it behind him.

He went to the wooden bench that circled the great oak in the Inn yard, and sitting down, he stretched out his long legs before him. His pipe was soon in his hand, filled with Southern Star and tamped down to his satisfaction. ‘I should go into the Inn and get a light for it,’ he thought lazily to himself, without stirring from his seat.

Instead he placed the filled pipe back in his pouch and was in the process of placing them back into his vest pocket when his fingers brushed the letter he had put there earlier. He pulled it out, his pipe and pouch now quite forgotten on the bench beside him. His fingers ran over the dried ink on the front of the folded letter, then turned it round, slipping gently under the waxen seal to lift it from the paper.

‘How like her,’ he said to himself, a half smile creasing the corners of his eyes, ‘to use the face of her cloak pin to impress it.’

There were two pages to the letter, a lengthy, and somewhat droll accounting of how her life had gone since her departure, the people she had met, the little details of a life she wished to share with a distant friend. She asked how he was doing, hoping this found him still at the Inn and settled somewhat, his grief a little lighter. He grinned, knowing she was a practical person, and liked the pieces of her life in order and proceeding as she thought they should.

Her broad, bold signature was at the end, and he almost missed the hurried note she had scribbled beneath it. There was a sharp intake of breath as he realized what she had so casually written. He laughed out loud, scaring a small wren from one of the oak’s lower branches, and caused the resident squirrel to scold him shrilly.

Derufin read the words once again, then carefully folding the letter up, he stowed it in his inside vest pocket, and whistling some fragment of a Fair Folk’s song, he got up and went in to the kitchen to speak with Cook.

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Old 05-30-2003, 05:10 PM   #765
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Silvanis watched for a time from his chair, but as soon as he aquired the smoke, and after watching the woman he dropped the stone relax after her converse with the Hobbit, and he quickly retired.

Rest came easy for a couple hours before he awoke in the pre-dawn. Arising he went out through the common room, and out the door to wander the field and enjoy the sunrise. The day was to be a bright and warm one for the Shire, and Silvanis thought of what it would bring. He thought of his procurement of the stone he left with the woman, and thought of the trouble he will be in if he returns to the south. But it had to be done....

The sun breaking the morning over the horizon brought Blackvbeil to him, and she was well rested and looked better than she had in a long time. Hoping to go she nudged him, but Silvanis paused, telling her,

'Be patient my dear, for we have been through much of late. Enjoy the grass of this field, but don't wander into the farmers crops. I have to return to the Inn for some food, for we are in no hurry to ride into danger again are we?'

Blackveil danced at the thought of spending a sunny day grazing the lush green grass and cheerily started to do so. Silvanis walked back to the common room to partake in the morning meal and sip some tea. It was really what the Shirefolk call 'second breakfast' but he enjoyed it just the same. He stood at the bar and watched and ate as the meals ran together, wondering where the woman went off to. He listened as the postman came with mail for some and he wondered what it was like to have someone send you mail. 'They would have to find you first.' Silvanis thought to himself, quite enjoying not cooking his own food and smoking and eating.

It was getting into the afternoon when he decided he would go and ride out, but as he went for the door something told him to turn and look the place over one last time. He saw the exotic woman, her hair in a rope and her silken scarves about her looking at him from across the room. 'She found it!' he thought to himself, and with a friendly nod and a slight smile, he turned and went out the door.

Standing in the westering sun, letting his eyes adjust to the brightness, Silvanis went to the field a short bit away from the door and called to Blackveil. She trotted up and he looked again back to the door of the Inn.

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For a while Eruanna sat, contemplating her connection with the young girl. She had barely seemed to notice the few persons go up to receive their letters. Although, she was once more enlightened, there was a force pulling her down once more. It seemed as if she could feel a coming presence. Yet, there she sat, moving around in her chair uncomfortably.

Suddenly, she shivered, feeling cold to the very bone. She drew her cloak around her, and headed out. It should have seemed warm, but she felt something, drawing nearer, and nearer. Quickly, Eruanna fled out to the stables. “Istel!” she screeched in a coarse whisper. “Do you feel it, can you sense it? Oh, Istel!” she said, as if half-expecting a reply. “It’s time, we cannot wait any longer,” she said, more calmly.

Eruanna prepared to leave, when she noticed that her letter was left on her table. She couldn’t leave it behind; it was far too dear to her. Thus, she ran forth, back inside the inn, and maneuvered around the others inside to her table. “Come quickly!” she heard a voice call out. ‘Twas the hobbit-lass, who was holding her letter. “My letter,” Eruanna called out. “Yes, I saved it for you, but you must come, you cannot stay here,” she said in reply. The hobbit-lass lead Eruanna out to the stables once more. And there she proceeded to tell Eruanna that she could no longer stay at the inn.

“You have traveled far,” Eruanna told the hobbit. The hobbit returned to Eruanna her letter, nodding slowly. “You warn me, you say I cannot stay,” Eruanna continued, “I felt the same myself, but I also feel that we share a similar fate, you cannot stay either.” The hobbit looked frightened, and shook her head, weeping all the while. “No, I can’t, please, take me with you,” she pleaded.

Eruanna looked upon the hobbit, her heart filled with sympathy. “I will take you with me, but we must leave now,” she replied. Together, they gathered their most important possessions, and lead Istel out of the stables. Then, they mounted Istel, and rode off, away from the inn, and out of The Shire.
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Soronume stepped infront of Niniel, blocking her way. "My'lady Niniel, please."

He took her arm but she just turned away, "My'lady" he pleaded, "why do you run away? Mardath doesn't know of that he speaks. As much as I have a disliking to him and his abrupt nature I am sure he meant no offence by his recent..." he hesitated, "...outward thoughts."

Niniel didn't seem to pay heed to the elf's words. He let her from his grip and she turned and walked back towards the stables.

"Niniel, wait" he followed the maiden at some speed though she didn't stop until she reached a familiar mare. Soronume continued to try and persuade the maiden, "Niniel, you left the inn so quickly, without a word of explaination to the others at our table. Mardath clearly makes you uncomftable and I shan't pain you by asking the reason for that discomfort, but the fair star-maiden, Elwen, she has done no wrong by you. Will you not come back to the table?"

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As Léspheria took the last bite of her pie and swallowed the last sip of her tea, she heard the distictively Elven words,

"Aa'menealle nauva calen ar'malta"

She was surprised to hear the uncommonly used parting phrase turned into a greeting, but as she looked around the room her eyes fell on a table in the centre, it was surrounded by hobbits young and old listening intently to the Three High elves that she immediately recognised from Rivendell.

They had left Rivendell shortly after Elrond and she had thought they had followed him over the sea, her heart sang to see that the rummours that they travelled all the lands of Middle-Earth looked to be true.

She rose from her seat excitedly, her heart racing, would they even remember who she was As she gracefully walked towards them, her long dark hair flowed behind her, although the sides were tied back into a loose braid that ran down her back two smaller braids hung down the side of her cheeks in front of her Elven ears and they swang a little as she walked.

"Vedui' Myguel High Elf of Rivendell", she greeted him smiling, "Vedui' Enguel, Ywen" she continued bowing slightly to them in turn.

The trio looked at the fair elven features and the glistening grey eyes of the younger elf trying to recall her name, then Myguel speaking for the three of them replied, "Mae govannen Léspheria Denfëa, Ambassador and friend to Rangers."

Her smile broadened and her heart race a little more as he spoke her name so he does remember me. Seeing that the formal introductions were over they embraced.

"Cormamin lindua ele lle, nae saian laumme'"
(My heart sings to see thee, it has been to long) she said as they broke from the embrace.

Remembering her manners and not wishing to seem rude to the hobbits gathered around the trio she continued in westron,

"It has been Twelve long years now since you left Rivendell, I feared that you had left these fair lands with the others on the last crossing, please let me buy you a drink and you can tell me of your adventures since last we met."

She then went to the bar to get their drinks, Aman was not there as she looked round she saw the Rohirrim woman and the hobbit woman Cami greeting a newcomer, so she popped behind the bar and drew two mugs of the Shires finest ale and two cups of the best white wine that she could find. Setting them down on the bar as she counted out the correct coinage and popped it in the wooden money drawer, beneath the counter. she then lifted the drinks and returned to the table, setting them down infront of her kin and settled herself down to listen to her old friends tales.
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It was getting to be late afternoon as Gilly made her way back to the inn. She had left earlier to see to her family’s needs, and now that the pressing ones were taken care of she felt freer to go back. The boys will just have to make do with leftovers, she thought to herself. Surprisingly, Carl had not balked at her returning to the Green Dragon as she had imagined he would. “Just so as you don’t starve your children or bring home any bad influences,” he had put it. This was in jest of course. Carl was an excellent cook and frequently referred to his wife as “virtuous”. It a quite effective way of keeping her in line that he had discovered early on in their marriage.

She however, had always considered her interaction in the larger course of events outside Bywater as somewhat of an important feature in her life. It had made her see the Shire in a different light and she had valued it all the more for that. But now as the diminutive Mrs. Banks made her way back to the inn, she was vaguely wondering if her husband’s remark was a reflection on her parents or perhaps her own upbringing. She put the thought out of her mind. Why spoil the day brooding. And it was a beautiful day, although hot. The night’s rain had washed the air and freed the hedges and grasses along the road of their dusty coats. The world was looking clean and new.

Yes, why spoil the day, Gilly reminded herself as thoughts of Benia parents began crowding her mind. It seemed strange how one could assume someone to be living only to find they had died so many years ago. Such unfortunate deaths as well. She hoped that Benia being half-caste might escape the drama of her parent’s lives. The thought that she might discover her friend to have died a terrible death years after the fact produced a painful tinge in the hobbit’s heart together with a visible shutter. All that she has left of her mother is a ring, Gilly mused. Poor Benia, with a seemingly rootless existence and so little mathom to lend her an anchor in the storm! How sad.

As Gilly walked up the road approaching the Green Dragon she met Halfred Whitfoot carrying his empty satchel and mopping his forehead.

“Hello Mr. Whitfoot! You’ve a fine day for mail deliveries, haven’t you?”

“Sbit too hot for me!” he replied, slurring every so slightly. “Miss Gilly” he began again
“There, there’s a letter…at the inn. Carl says in the morning, leave it here.”

“Are you quite alright Mr. Whitfoot? You look as though you’re not well. Would you like me to find you something to drink? This heat can take it out of you, you know.”

“No, no, jus' fine Mrs. Banks… really fine! Good day Mrs. Banks.”

Gilly stared after him for a few minutes, trying to decide if he needed assistance. Convincing herself that he probably knew best, she walked on.

The sun being at it’s hottest, activity in the yard had slowed for the time being. As she approached the inn Gilly noticed a man checking on a horse. She thought this to be the same man she had seen watching Benia yesterday and felt troubled by it. He’s too quiet to be up to any good but he hasn’t shown any signs of being bad, she puzzled.

She hurried inside to find Benia.

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Eodwine berated himself as he passed through the doors. I should have asked the stableman for his name. I'll have to remedy that. He had a good face. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the interior light. It smelled homey and comfortable, like great food and drink, and good talk. He breathed it in with a smile. Hobbitish, he said to himself. Looking around, he saw a fair share of hobbits - a weathered man with a mail bag and a few hobbit lasses who obviously worked the place. A human woman stood behind the bar, her face reminding him of women in Edoras, though her hair was brown.

There were Elves, too, much to Eodwine's surprise. He was in awe of Elves. Call it New Rivendell instead, he murmured. He hugged his satchel and sat at a table, feeling small and very young in the presence of fair folk. Even though most of them appeared to be far younger than himself. He had seen Legolas of the Fellowship at a distance, and had known him to be hundreds of years old, looking no older than he himself had looked back during the War.

The woman came over to him and smiled. "Good day sir, can I get you a drink?"

"Yes, please! The darkest ale you have, please." He smiled. She did not move away but studied his face. He seized the moment and rose, bowing his head and setting his satchel carefully on his seat. "I am called Eodwine, of Rohan. You are from Rohan, maybe?"

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Buttercup stood at the granite counter, a colander of just washed carrots and peas fresh from the vine in the stone sink next to her. She reached for the large oak chopping board and a big knife for chopping carrots in anticipation of cutting them into nice fat rounds for the stewed chicken Cook had in mind for supper.

Several old hens and a decrepit rooster had come to the end of their feathered tenure in the Inn’s coop, and were already cooking slowly in a savory broth redolent of rosemary, sage, and the tops of celery root. The rest of the celery stalks and the fat carrots would grace the stew, and the small, sweet peas cooked with mint and a sprinkling of sugar would be served up on the side. Buttercup inhaled deeply, her mouth watering at the enticing smell of the chicken and herbs.

Chunk! Chunk! Her knife bit through the carrots in an efficient manner, soon rendering the entire three bunches into bite sized rounds. Buttercup scooped them into a large bowl and took them over to place in the stew. She dumped them in and swirled them about in the lovely liquid, then brought a spoonful of the broth to her lips.

Cook hissed at her, saying ‘The chicken will be dry as a bone if you keep guzzling that broth, Buttercup! Chop up the celery now, and then get to the peas. We’ve got a roomful of hungry customers out there to feed tonight.’

Buttercup sighed and placed the lid back on the large stew pan. Cook returned to her mound of flour and shortening and water, plunging her fingers expertly back into it, in preparation for making a pan or two of her light and fluffy biscuits.

Her back was to the door as Derufin came striding in, grinning from ear to ear, and bending down, grabbed her about the waist and swung her about once, plunking her feet back firmly on the floor when he was done. She rounded on him her cheeks red and her eyes blazing, shaking a floury finger at him.

‘Now what is all this tomfoolery, Derufin! Scaring a poor old Hobbit with your antics!’ She wiped her hands on her apron and fixed him with a steely glare.

But he stood before her grinning, like a cat-got-into-cream, and waved the letter at her.

‘She’s bound for the Shire, Cook! For the Inn! And the wee ones with her!’

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The hobbit finished reading the letter. He stuck it into his pocket and sat back in his chair. He watched the numerous people reading their letters. Some had joyful looks, others sad ones.

The hobbit walked up to the bar, and ordered an ale. He sat there drinking it. Letting time slip away.
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"Please, stay?"

Niniel looked at Soronume, and, almost, she wanted to tell him everything. About her night s, about her fears of never remembering who she really was. About how things would seem so familiar, but always the memory would be just out of her reach. She wanted to tell him all this, but her halting speech stopped her.

Instead, she fell onto his shoulder, and cried. Not simply tears, as she'd done earlier, but all-out sobbing. Within moments, the shoulder of his tunic was soaked.

Soronume let her cry for a few minutes, then led her gently to the well to wash her face and compose herself. And dry himself. When she was mostly calm, he led her back inside to the others.

"Did ye straighten 'tall out, then?" Mardath asked tactlessly.

Soronume Looked at him. "Sir. You will curb your errant tongue, or you will leave this table."

Mardath blinked once or twice, then nodded, looking almost abashed, for once. Elwen and Dorelnar had just finished telling him a very similar thing.

Elwen asked Niniel concernedly, "Are you all right, my dear?"

"I--I think s-so. Now."
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The young rider dismounted her horse in front of the Green Dragon Inn. She stretched the kinks out of her legs, and then led the buckskinned stallion into the inn's stables. She shook her head at the stablehand's offer of assistance. Then she led her horse into an empty stall.

Taking a curry comb out of a saddle bag, she began to comb the lather off of his velvety coat. She talked soothingly all the while, making sure he is all but dried. Then she lays a light blanket over his back. He snorts at her fussiness, but she just scratches him affectionatly on his neck. She gives him his full ration of feed and a little hay besides. Then she takes a bucket and goes outside to fill at at the pump.

Looking around as the bucket is filling, she can see that the inn is busy place, hobbits as well as men and elves are coming and going. She can hear voices laughing, talking and even singing. With her bucket filled, she hurries in to give her friend a well-deserved drink.

Giving the satisfied stallion a soft goodbye, she leaves him to enter the inn proper. It is quite crowded and smoke-filled making her a little unfortable.

She is simply dressed in her bucksin breeches and long grey cloak. Sturdy boots carry her over to the bar, where she inquires about a room for the night. With her lodgings arranged she orders a meal and her favorite drink: mead.

Looking for an empty table, but finding none, she stands near the fire, instead, absorbing its friendly warmth. She sips from her mug, and waits for her dinner to arrive.

When the innkeeper hands her meal, she gives him enough coins to pay for the meal and the room for the night as well. She begins to eat the savory meat pie, thinking this would not be an easy mail to prepare out on the trail.

She smiles as little as the food, and fire begin to warm her. Taking another sip from her mug, she takes a moment to see the many guests enjoing themselves at the end of the day.

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“I am called Eodwine, of Rohan. You also are from Rohan?” The man enquired, bobbing his head courteously to Aman. She returned his smile and opened her mouth to reply before another nabbed her attention, a young woman, dressed mainly in buckskin and wearing over her clothes a grey riding cloak, who Aman had not seen when she entered, and asked for a meal. Aman searched the room quickly before catching the eye of Buttercup, one of the two hobbit waitresses, who had just emerged from the kitchen, and beckoned her over.

“Would you serve this customer please?” The pretty little hobbit nodded politely, if a little reluctantly, and found the woman a table, seating her and asking her what she would like to eat and drink. Once they had departed, Aman turned back to Eodwine, an apologetic smile on her face.

“Well met, sir well met. I am indeed from Rohan,” she replied. Eodwine nodded, then looked around, with an air of slight confusion, although he was too polite to ask. Aman grinned. “New Rivendell might start to sum it up, with a human Innkeeper!” She laughed, and Eodwine smiled back slightly bashfully, nodding. “Well, ‘twas my first impression, aye! And what is’t that you are doing here? Not to be impolite of course, madam.”

“Aman, not madam.” The lilt in Eodwine’s voice reminded her comfortingly of her home, and she knew hers would be coming out more strongly- from the time spent here already, she had almost felt she was beginning to speak like the hobbits! “I am Innkeeper here- it seems to run that the Innkeeper is not entirely fitting to the background we have here. I am looking after the Dragon in the absence of Piosenniel, an old friend. You have met an acquaintance of hers, I believe- Birdland?”

Eodwine’s smile widened. “Birdland, you say? Aye, we have met, and I believe that without me she would be in more than a little trouble with the Rohirrim.” He lowered his voice, still grinning wickedly at Aman’s puzzled expression, his eyes creasing. “You know of Bird’s, how shall we say, card playing skills?”

Aman laughed. “Oh, aye? Well, ‘twas well you did so too- she has another friend staying here, a certain hobbit, Cami Brandybuck,” Her thoughts returned to the Inn and she snapped her fingers, remembering what Eodwine had asked for. “Oh, silly of me! Ale, am I right?”

“The darkest you have.” He confirmed, and Aman bustled over to the bar, with Eodwine following, still looking around the Inn in almost wonder. Pushing Eodwine’s ale across the bar, she smiled at his expression. “Not your regular Shire Inn, is it? Anyway, what is’t that you are doing here? Not meaning to be rude, of course. You are a messenger, are you not?”
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Eodwine followed Aman to the counter, bringing his satchel with him, setting it down carefully beside him as he listened to the barkeep's pleasant banter. "...You are a messenger, are you not?"

"Indeed I am." He took a long draw off the top of his brown ale, sighing deeply and smiling broadly. "I am one of King Eomer's messengers. He has granted my request to come to the Shire on an errand of good will, to mingle with the Holbytla and learn what I may for a year and a day."

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"...what draws so many of the fair folk here?"

Aman raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "It surprised me as well, seeing so many of them here, although they aren't that much different from anyone else, really. I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that Piosenniel - sorry, the Innkeeper before me, that is - was half-elven. Otherwise...well, I would guess that they are simply looking for a place to get away from everything else. Many stay for a long time, and become regulars- why, I am still thought of as 'the new Innkeeper' to some. But at some point it seems people from every different background drop in here.You would be surprised at some of the sorts we get in the Inn- after to all, half-elves, dwarves, aye, and messengers from King Eomer." She winked at him, grinning.

There were no newcomers in the Inn now, and Ruby was still dealing with 'the buckskin woman' as Aman had begun to think of her, so Aman settled down to talk some more to Eodwine, taking in more details about him as they talked. His hair was blonde, common among the Rohirrim, and he wore fine clothes, which sat on him as they would on a soldier. Indeed, Aman wondered whether he had been in the War-he was about forty-ish, with crows feet at the sides of his eyes when he laughed and smiled, which he did readily enough.

As she talked to him, she saw Derufin burst suddenly into the kitchen, and caught a glimpse of the wide smile he wore on his sharp features. What's gotten into him? she thought, her eyes following after him. She turned back suddenly at the sound of Cami's voice, as the hobbit also joined them, talking excitedly in her usual cheerful way, and inquiring about Bird...
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After finishing the hearty meal, the "buckskin woman" goes in search of the hobbit waitress to thank her for the wonderful meal. She asks the hobbit waitress if she would be so kind as to extend her thanks and compliments to the cook as well.

She walks over to the innkeeper and introduces herself, "Please allow me to introduce myself, my lady. "I am called Wren", she says simply. She tilts her head slightly, studying the innkeeper, wondering if she is intruding, and should simply leave the woman to her business.

She stiffles a yawn, thinking about the bed waiting for her in one of the rooms of the inn. She waits for the innkeeper to reply and looks around at the other guests.

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It is still late afternoon tending to evening in the Shire - not dark as yet.

Cook is just getting ready to bake the biscuits for the Chicken Stew to be served at supper.
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When Benia Nightshade arrived in the common room, she became instantly aware of two things: one, the postman had just made a delivery; and, two, the man she had noticed staring at her from the doorway the night before was again standing in the doorway of the inn. This time, he smiled and nodded to her in a friendly manner before exiting. She nodded in return, but a smile failed to materialize. There were far too many serious matters on her mind to allow for much gaiety. She looked around the other occupants of the room, finding some were familiar from the night before, some were not. The most noticeable newcomer to her eyes was a large man dressed after the fashion of the Men of Rohan. She thought she recognized the clothing as that of a royal courier.

Her own father, Jack Nightshade, had once been in the service of Rohan, but it had been in the old days, under the old king, long before Eomer had assumed the throne. This man was probably too young to have known Old Jack Nightshade, Rider of the Mark. By the time this man had sworn his alliegiance to the king, Old Jack had no doubt long been written off as a deserter, a traitor. Of course, it wasn't the way it looked. Things seldom were as they appeared. Jack had never intended to desert. Evil things had happened and he had just never managed to come back from leave, not for seven long years. When he finally did return to Edoras, he had been imprisoned as a deserter. Eventually, with the help of some friends who had remained loyal, he had managed to escape and flee the country. Half-caste Benia had been only eight years old at the time. Since then, she had always regarded the Rohirrim with suspicion. Raising her veil to conceal her face all but the eyes, she went to sit at a table on the far side of the room.

She had intended to ask Aman, the innkeeper, if she had noticed anyone around the inn lately talking about or showing off any of the red stones like the one that had so recently come into her possession. Now, seeing Aman in friendly conversation with the Man of Rohan, she changed her mind. She would have to come up with another way of finding out what she needed to know. Mentally, she began to catalog who had been present in the common room the night before and who might have had the opportunity to slip her the stone. Her mind kept stubbornly returning to the Man in the Doorway. He was the only one who seemed to have paid her any mind whatsoever. She wondered what a man who looked so much like a Ranger would be doing with one of the red stones and why, of all the odd folk at the inn, he would pass it to her. If, of course, he was the one who had done it. She was still turning this over in her mind when she looked up to see a familiar face smiling across the table at her. It was Gilly. She had returned, and she was holding a letter.

Behind her veil, Benia smiled, letting the smile travel to her eyes. "Greetings!" she said cheerfully, but in the folds of her dress, her fingers still turned the red stone.
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‘Give me that letter, you insufferable Man!’ Cook chased the grinning Derufin as he danced circles round the kitchen table, waving the letter over his head. He collapsed into a chair, his eyes twinkling at the sight of her compact form charging toward him.

She grabbed the letter from his fingers and sat down at the table with him, squinting at the writing as she held the paper an arm’s length from her face. Shaking her head, she laid the letter on the table, smoothing it out carefully, and fished in her skirt pocket for her magnifying glass. She had scoffed at her son-in-law when he had brought it back from Bree for her, but it had proved a very handy tool for deciphering the crabbed notes at the edges of some of her old recipes and for reading the itemized receipts from some of the merchants.

Buttercup and Ruby had come back into the kitchen, wondering what had excited Derufin so. They took the other chairs at the table, listening attentively as Cook read the letter.

A Pleasant Midsummer’s Day
Harlond, Harlindon

Greetings Derufin!

I am sending this letter to the Inn in hopes that you are still there. And that you have made peace in some manner with the ghosts of the past.


Cook glanced up at the Man, a questioning look on her face. ‘Do you want me to read all this, or would you rather edit out what was for you alone?’ He nodded at her to go on. The sound of the letter read out loud to him made the words more real, steeling his resolve to follow through on his promises to her.

Cook continued on.

Mithadan brought us here to be close to the sea, while we got used to being a family. It has been a good time for us. There is a certain rhythm to the days, directed mostly by the babies. You remember the drill, do you not – the fussing, the feeding, the changings, the sleeping, and that all too brief a period when they are awake and content!

Here there followed a light account of people she had met in Harlond. Men, for the most part, though some Elves still lived quietly further north near Mithlond and south, along the shores of the Sea. She drew quite pointed pictures with her words of those she had gotten to know, picking out their little foibles in such a way as to make her readers laugh, and feel that they had met them.

‘She has a sharp eye for people, doesn’t she?’ commented Ruby, wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes. Buttercup, blushing as she answered, said, ‘Oh, aye! That she does. And a sharp tongue, too.’ Cook looked at her with a smile on her face and nodded ‘yes’. Taking a breath, she read on.

The wee bairns, as you called them, have grown apace, and their bright grey eyes take in all of the world about them as they can. We walk often with them along the shores of the gulf, and once we persuaded a fisherman to take us out in his boat to the where the sea begins. It was a pleasant excursion, though his small boat did not ride as smoothly as the Star. But we enjoyed his company, and I, especially, relished the chance to have the feel of the waves beneath my feet.

So much so, in fact, that we are ready to leave soon for Gondor and the Star. Mithadan was all for hiring a ship and sailing south to Harlond in Gondor, but I wanted to see my friends from the Inn one last time, and am in the process of persuading him that we should come back to the Shire for a short while. I will keep you informed of our plans.

Affectionately,

Piosenniel


And there, below her sprawling name, these hastily written words:

A brief day later, and he has relented, as I knew he would! I am sending this to the Shire by the fastest courier I can hire. We should be there in four weeks if all goes well.

‘Four weeks! And this letter took a good two already to get here by my reckoning.’ Cook’s brow furrowed as she thought about what needed to be done. ‘We’ll have to organize a party for them of course, to properly celebrate the twins’ Naming Day for their friends here in the Shire.’ She turned her gaze on Ruby and Buttercup.

‘You two, go find Miz Cami and Miz Aman. Tell them they’re needed directly in the kitchen. Tell them Cook needs to speak with them on a matter of some importance.’
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Waen was a little distracted still from the elf in the Inn,but she was getting a little hungy.She decided to excuse herself from the hobbit Lass. "Excuse me,I would love to talk but maybe another time." Waen smiled her toothy grin and turned to enter the Inn again.

When she entered,she looked towards the bar,Aman was talking to a striking Man with blond hair.Waen approached behind the man quietly,so as not to disturb their conversation.When she reached the bar not much of Waen could be seen except for the hawk on her shoulder,who had dosed off.

"Excuse me,Aman my good lady what and when would you be serving supper?" Waen said with a grin.Waen did not usually eat this much being elvish and all,but on her travels she did not eat much and she was making up for it now.

Waen gazed at the man.She was not used to so many men,so close all the time.Most men she met thought she looked like a child and never gave her a second look. But this man when he looked at her he showed interest.Waen blushed slightly and looked over the counter at Aman waiting for her reply.
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Mardath tried grinning at Niniel, but she'd have none of it, and drew closer to Soronume, as if for protection. This confused Mardath, as he only meant to be friendly. Of course, Mardath's grin resembled a wolf or a bear rather than the friendly smile it was supposed to be. Indeed, one could certainly describe him as a bear, for he was, distantly, related to the Beornings. He could not transform, as Beorn himself was said to have been able to do, though he often thought that might have been convenient.

Mardath was beginning to wonder if he had better return to his forests. He was finally noticing that none of the people at the table liked him overmuch, and Soronume especially seemed to dislike him. But then, Mardath wasn't the sort of fellow that a noble elf like Soronume usually kept company with. Much less a lovely maid like Niniel.

The last maiden he'd known had married his best friend. Well, ex-best friend now. Mardath occasionally wondered what had happened to him, but usually dismissed the thought. If Jaron had wanted them to stay apart, they'd stay apart. The self-proclaimed Master Thief could certainly take care of himself, without his bumbling "friend."

While he was thus engaged in introspection, Elwen, Dorelnar, and Soronume were trying to reassure Niniel that her abrupt exit hadn't offended any. Concerned them, but not offended. That was when Mardath noticed Niniel's stutter.

"I--I--I'm truly s-sorry. I--I shouldn't have l-left like--like that."

So that was it. "Na, then, Miss, 'tis I who should be sorry. Ye'd think tha' I'd a noticed tha' ye dislike t'talk. Besides, 'twas my," here he glanced at Soronume, " 'errant tongue' tha' chased ye away. But mayhap I ken a way t'help ye. D'ye sing, any 'tall?"

Niniel nodded cautiously, unsure how to take this new approach. He could still be a danger to her.

"When ye talk, Miss, think o' it as singin', ye ken. It'll help."
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Ruby and Buttercup had gone on their appointed errands. Cook, unable to contain her excitement at the news of Mistress Piosenniel’s arrival with the babies, could not wait for their return, and had gone herself in search of Cami and Aman. The return of the Elf to the Inn had gone from two weeks away to imminent in her mind, and for one usually as down to earth as she was, she was now quite in a dither.

The rapid departure of the kitchen staff left Derufin alone with the supervising of the evening meal. Accustomed as he was to feeding himself quite adequately while on the road, he found it was altogether a different task when faced with the preparation of a meal for a large number of hungry and somewhat discriminating persons. Still, he was a member of the Inn staff now, and Cook had gotten most of the food already well under way.

‘How hard could it be?’ he thought to himself as he tied an apron round his waist and picked up the wooden stirring spoon.

He gave the chicken stew a stir with the spoon, and tasted the broth. Superb! He bit into a chunk of the carrot, noting it met his teeth with the resistance he liked in his vegetables, and set the large pot on the back burner to stay warm. The peas could wait to be cooked until he’d seen to the floury mound of would-be biscuits sitting on the counter.

Now that was a challenge he was not sure he was up to. Though he had eaten a fair number of biscuits in his life, he could not recall ever having made them. He dredged up a distant memory of his mother faced with a similar gluey mass teaching his older sister the fine art of flakey biscuits. Using her remonstrances to his sister as a guide, he worked the dough lightly and rolled it out gently. Taking the floured rim of a wine cup, he cut out the rounds from the biscuit dough and lined them up like troops in two large baking pans.

This was where his memories failed him. He had gotten restless when the instructions turned to arrangement of the biscuits in the pan – how far apart they should be from one another seemed unimportant in comparison with the sight of his younger brother playing out in the yard with the family dog. And he had missed entirely the part of biscuit-making where the heat of the oven and length of baking was discussed.

Trusting that Cook had in all probability gotten the oven to the desired temperature, he opened the heavy door, and popped the two pans onto the waiting racks. Derufin pulled a chair close to the oven door and sat down, peeking in briefly every five minutes or so, determined to catch the biscuits at just the right time.

After what seemed an interminable time, the biscuits took on a golden hue and were taken out to sit on cooling racks. The peas were done, and he gave the thick chicken stew one last stir.

No one was in sight to serve it up, so he set out bowls and plates and spoons, and dishes of butter with butter knives and several pots of sweet Shire honey on the long counter in the kitchen. The food he placed on the table in the center of the room.

Stepping to the door of the kitchen, he called out in a loud voice that reached readily to the far end of the Common Room.

‘Supper’s served! Come line up if you’re hungry and help yourselves!’

Pouring himself a black stout from the keg behind the bar, Derufin seated himself on one of the high stools and watched the hungry horde shuffle by . . .
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Cami had been surprised to learn from Cook that Pio and her family intended to visit the Inn in a space of about four weeks. Until that moment, Cami's own plans had been uncertain. Every day when she woke and went about her chores, she'd kept wondering if it wasn't time for her to leave. Her pregnancy was going well, with the baby's expected birth still several months away. Yet she missed her own family, especially Maura, who remained behind in the shady groves of western Greenwood, while she paid a visit to old friends in Hobbiton and Bywater. Her husband and her eldest daughter Rose had promised to keep things running smoothly at home, so she would not have to worry and could stay as long as she desired.

Unlike many of the other wanderers who related their tales in the common room, Cami was very careful to keep her story to herself and to say nothing about where she was from or exactly how she'd arrived. Since she looked like any other plump hobbit of middling years, few were inclined to ask many questions or to guess that she had anything to hide beneth her sweet, unassuming face. The hobbit was very happy with that arrangement and had no desire to alter it. Still, with the promise of Piosenniel's return, there was no question that she would remain for a few more weeks in order to see her friends and get a chance to play "Auntie" for the twins.

With this decision behind her, Cami turned her attention to the work at hand. The number of visitors dropping by the Inn was steadily increasing, requiring the staff to work harder and harder in a vain attempt to satisfy all their demands. It was already dinnertime, but Cami was still allocating and preparing the bedchambers for the travellers who'd come in that day.

She was toting a heavy load of sheets and pillowcases taken from the downstairs laundry, and carting them off through the hallway to the chambers where the newcomers would stay. It was one thing to make up the neat, compact hobbit beds, but the linens for the Elves and humans were so generously sized that it normally took two of the staff to wrestle the bedclothes firmly into place.

Before heading off down the corridor, Cami sighed as she glanced over the list of rooms which Aman had given to her. No matter how she rearranged the names, she always came out one room short. The name at the bottom of the list, the one who'd registered last, was that of her friend Eodwine. She shook her head in bewilderment, wondering what to do. It was true that guests were sometimes asked to sleep in the stables, but surely they had something better to offer than hay for someone who'd come from as far away as Rohan and was a representative of the King, to boot.

But, even if she managed to work some magic and find a bed for Eodwine, the fact remained that the Inn was becoming more and more crowded, with the Innkeeper having to ask guests to double up on rooms, or to sleep a night or two in the back courtyard. There were enough small chambers that space could generally be found to stash an extra hobbit or two. But the situation with Men and Elves had reached crisis proportions, with the number of unexpected visitors flooding through the Dragon straining things to the hilt.

Something would definitely need to be done, or the Dragon would get a bad reputation as a place which failed to live up to its promises. Cami mulled the problem over in her head, reviewing each inch of the Inn building and grounds. Then, she sprinted purposefully over to the kitchen in order to talk with Cook.

Cook quickly solved the problem of where to put Eodwine. She promised to speak with Derufin, since he had a cozy suite in the stables, and might appreciate a companion to share his sitting room, which had enough space for a small bed to be set up in the corner opposite the window.

"Now as to your other suggestion," Cook mulled over the idea, running her fingers through her towsled curls, "I'm not sure. That would take a heap of work. The top floor of the Inn hasn't been used for at least thirty years. No telling what you might find up there. But I know for certain there are a pile of cobwebs, and broken window panes, and warped floorboards that would need to be replaced. Still you're right. There's plenty of room and privacy. There's room for at least three or four large suites where an Elf or Man might bed down, even if they bring along a family."

Cook continued with a chuckle, "Wouldn't Pio be surprised if we told her we were putting her family up on the top floor, what with all the cobwebs and such. Well, she's given me a surprise or two in my time. I wouldn't mind turning the tables in a harmless way. And, once she got here, she'd certainly be amazed to see that part of the Inn all fixed up, tidy and clean."

Cami thanked Cook for her help and immediately left to speak with Aman about the possibility of renovating the attic as well as the little trick they could play on the Elf before her arrival in the Shire. Then the hobbit grinned slyly, thinking of the words she'd use in her pleading letter to her friend, begging her not to put off her trip and apologizing for the uncertain accomodations.

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A pleasant voice at Eodwine’s shoulder asked Aman about supper. It belonged to a maiden, but not just any maiden; no mistake, she was Elvish. Eodwine’s eyes went wide as she smiled up at him, a comely blush coming to her exotic face. Everything about her was exotic, not least the hawk on her shoulder, unhooded and unstrapped, that gazed at him pointedly as if saying, Well, where are your manners? He bowed deeply.

“Fair lady, I greet you. Master Eodwine of Rohan at your service.” Her eyes went wide and he feared he had said something wrong, what, he could not imagine, but her smile did not fade. She began to speak when the stableman appeared at the door with a loud invitation for supper.

“That answers your question, does it not, lady? After you.” He asked her name and she identified herself as Waen from Lorien. Now he had all kinds of questions, for he was a student of the War, and the Fellowship had passed through that land.

They were early in line, having been at the bar, and filled their plates full. Waen fed a few pieces of chicken to her hawk, who took care not to stab her fingers with its beak. Smart as Eagles, I suppose, he said to himself.

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"Aman, I must speak to you," Aman turned to see Cami standing behind her, looking a little flustered. "Its about a small room problem we're having."

"A small room problem? What would that be?"

Cami flicked her eyes across to Eodwine and Waen. Aman understood and excused herself from Eodwine's company, to which he nodded vaguely, preoccupied with the bird which had now deigned to perch on his hand. Stepping away, near to a wall and out of the hustle and bustle of the busy Inn, Aman repeated her question. Cami sighed. "Well, thats exactly it- the amount of rooms is too small."

"What?" Aman was shocked. She had realised they were busy, but all of the rooms were gone? "Surely not. How many are we over by?"

"Just one." Once again, Cami shot a pointed glance at Eodwine. "And it is true that guests have been asked to sleep in the stables before..."

Aman took a moment, then understood and her eyes widened in shock. "You would ask the Messenger of-" She lowered her voice once more. "-the messenger of the King of Rohan to sleep in the stables?!"

Cami looked unhappy and nodded, and Aman was about to protest again, when the hobbit held up a finger. "Wait, I have an idea, to stop this happening again in the future." She leant in conspiratorily, and Aman dd the same almost unconciously. "There is alot of room above the guest floors- the attic is really quite spacious, and if it were developed..."

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Five minutes later the hobbit and the woman of the Ridermark stood confronting, and yes, that word is accurate, the attic. They had raced up the stairs on the wings of excitement at Cami's idea, but now the wings had folded themselves in and rather shuffled away in embarrassed silence. Aman had her arms crossed, rather unimpressed.

"Spacious, she said." Aman said heavily. "Lots of space, she said." She glanced at Cami, who was attempting to look unperturbed while chewing her lip worriedly.

"It seems to have got alot more crowded since I last looked..." She muttered. "Anyway, I have no doubt it will be spacious, once everything is cleared out."

"Ms Brandybuck, this isn't even an attic anymore- it's a museum!" Aman exclaimed, exasperated, and Cami couldn't help grinning. Aman pursed her lips and waded over to a rather odd-looking implement which stuck up above most of the rest of the junk. Carefully unearthing it, she examined it, attempting to straightening out a spike which had somehow got bentthen looked up once more at Cami. "Alright," she said at last. "Either this is some horrible item of hobbit-torture, or farming has severely moved on."

Cami's grin widened, but Aman kept a straight face. "No seriously, I think we could reveal alot about the hobbit underworld-"

"Its for sowing seeds."

"What?"

"For sowing seeds. That spike there is for poking the holes in the earth, while the seed rattles along that tunnel and drops in. I think. Very old fashioned, and not very effective, but still."

Aman looked around at the item in her grasp once more, then held up a dangling chain, mystified. "And this?!"

She turned and surveyed the room as a whole. "We need to do some serious work here. There must be decades of hobbity items-" She stopped as an idea struck her, one finger held up. A smile spread across her sharp features. Cami looked a little worried at Aman's expression, but Aman didn't turn as she replied. "I have just had a brilliant plan..." She said slowly.

"Well it will have to wait, begging your pardon, Miss Aman." Buttercup's flustered face appeared at the trapdoor. "Cook would like to see you. 'Sez that 'tis important."

Aman kept looking at the attic.

"Miz Aman?"

She turned at last, and nodded distractedly, then her eyes focused. "Right...I mean, right, yes. I'll be right down, Buttercup."

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“Greetings’” Benia welcomed the approaching hobbit.

“Benia, Benia, I am so sorry to have taken so long” apologized Gilly . “The seems the day has flown by! Well, that is what comes of sleeping so late, isn’t it? I hope that your day has gone well…not too tedious. And that you are finding The Green Dragon a comfortable lodging.”

“Yes, is has been quite fine.” Benia replied smiling and motioning her friend to join her at the table.

The hobbit put the letter she was holding in her pocket and seated herself. Looking at Benia for a moment, she felt it strange that one could see she was smiling only by the squint and sparkle of her eyes. Her veil was on again, Gilly noted. Now why was that?And why did she feel so irritated by it, as if it were a wall?

Gilly looked around the room. There were a few new faces, just a few. Was there someone here Benia knew? Now that would be strange indeed and highly unlikely.
But still she was smiling. It must not be anything threatening, though she did seem lost in thought.

“You must feel absolutely wretched wrapped up in all that drapery in this weather! I don’t know how you can stand it.” Gilly regretted saying this the moment the words left her mouth. “I’m sorry. It’s just that it is so hot out. And…oh, never mind, I’ve put my foot in it again, haven’t I? You’d have every right if you were unhappy with me! But tell me before banishing me, why are you veiled just now? Is something amiss?”
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Derufin was working his way through a third pint of the dark liquid treasure of Suza when he felt a tug at his shirtsleeve. He turned on his stool, and there, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face, was Cook.

‘Oh, I am for it now!’ he groaned to himself. ‘She has seen the melee of food and diners in her kitchen and I am about to be brought down to size with one of her verbal onslaughts.’

To borrow a little time for himself, give an opportunity for him to collect his ale-soaked thoughts, he sucked in the fringe of his mustache, drawing in the line of creamy, tan foam from it, followed up by a general swipe at his face with the edge of his apron. Perhaps the best defense would be to head off the assault with an explanation of how this turn of events had all come to be, and how he, Derufin, had taken it upon himself to salvage what he could of the fine meal Cook had intended to offer the guests at the Inn.

The stout ale had loosened his tongue, and the gates of his charming self opened fully to take in the Hobbit standing before him. He prattled on with witty comments interspersed amid detailed analysis of the events leading up to this ‘situation’ as he termed it, and all this punctuated with the occasional wink and roguish grin at the now flustered woman.

He had just come to a discussion of his lamentable lack of knowledge concerning the intricacies of biscuits, when she reached out a hand to grasp his wrist.

‘Derufin, darling boyo, I’ve not a clue what you are going on about!’ He looked her in the face, focusing his somewhat blood-shot eyes on Cook’s mystified face. ‘You’re not angry then about the line-up in your kitchen?’

‘Not yet!’ she said slowly and clearly to him, wondering what mayhem had occurred in her domain. Cook took a deep breath and went on. ‘What I wanted to ask you is if that gentleman over there, the one from Rohan could bunk in your sitting room. We’ve run short of accommodations, what with all the traffic moving through the Shire, and we can’t have King Eomer’s Messenger sleeping in the hayloft. It simply wouldn’t be proper.’

Derufin was about to retort that his stable’s hayloft was quite well-kept, when he remembered he already had someone sleeping there – the Elven woman, his new assistant, Vanwe. He glanced down the bar to where the man sat eating with another Elf and her hawk. He seemed a pleasant enough person when he’d first met him, and the condition of his horse certainly spoke well for him in the stable master’s mind.

‘My belongings are few, and can all be put in my bedroom. I’ll see about finding a spare bedframe and mattress for him. The room’s tidy enough, I rarely use it. Just send Ruby over to dust and sweep up a bit, and bring the linens he’ll need.’ He grinned again and bowed tipsily to her. ‘I’ll just go now and look for that bed.’

She shook her head at him and called out as he walked away from her. ‘Best you come see me later for a dose of willow bark powder. Before the pounding in your head reminds you of the rhythms of an autumn springle-ring!’

He laughed and waved his hand at her as if this would never come to pass. Taking off his apron, he threw it with a wink to a passing server and went out the door in pursuit of his quarry.
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Morwyn dashed the tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand and followed Annalaliath to the washbasin. "Of course I'll tell you what's wrong," she said, with a wry smile. "But we must be brief, for I was terribly rude to that man downstairs." Annalaliath nodded, unsure of whether this was a cover on Morwyn's part, or if she was truly concerned about the stranger they'd met in the common room.

"My husband, Alric, died in the spring of last year." Morwyn said in a level tone. "I've just recieved a letter from his brother Osric and his wife. They are lonely and work hard to carry on Alric's farm and good name. I've just realized how selfish I am in running away from them and all my responsibilities." The woman paused for breath in her rapid narration. She was afraid if she slowed or gave more detail that she wouldn't be able to continue. "You see, I left very soon after Alric's funeral. I left Osric with all the expenses, all the memories, and even deprived them of my company." She bit her lip. "I cannot stay here much longer, I'm afraid, I must get back to them." She let out a long sigh, and Annalaliath hugged her friend close. "Thank you." Morwyn whispered.

As Annalaliath relinquished her hold on Morwyn the woman headed on wobbly legs back toward the doorway. Nahai was standing bemusedly in the entrance, twirling a strand of her reddish hair around one finger. Morwyn slipped an arm around the Beorning's shoulders and together the three headed back down the stairs toward the common room.

When they reached the table they'd so recently abandoned they found the travel-worn elf turning Morwyn's flute absently in his fingers.
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While Waen was eating she noticed Amans face looked a little disgruntalled.Waen perked up her elven ears and evesdropped a little she did not want to intrude but she tought she might be able to help.She heard that they were short a room, that perhaps Eodwine might have to sleep in the stable.Waen had been contimplating sleeping outside,if you could call it sleep.She was used to sleeping in a tree on her journeys,she always felt safe in the trees.

Waen decided to tell Aman that Eodwine could use her room.She smiled at the man,whispered to Kit who contently began to finish Waens meal,and excused herself.

"Excuse me,but I could not help but over hear your little problem.I was going to tell you,but I think I would care to sleep outdoors tonight,the night promises to be delightful." She said with one of her delightful smiles.

And with that Waen cast a glance at the table where Edowine still sat with Kitathas.She gave him a quick smile and made her way to her room to tidy up her belongings.
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Annalaliath thought as she and the others walked back to the common room. She thought of the people she had left behind. Had she been selfish too? She shook her golden head at the thought. "No, " she whispered. The people in her life were the ones who had betrayed her. Gone into the west or they distrusted her. She knew this, but didn't know why. She had always been the utmost friend; to those that she considered true friends (even those she didn't). But the rest of the snobby people of her own race seemed not to trust her, and not to forgive. The only ones who had ever been forgiving had been her father, and the Lady of the wood (Galadirel). Not even her mother had forgiven her for her laughing at her father's fall. Or any of the rest of them. She was too silly to be an elf. She was a monster because she could not sit still. And so on and so on. The thoughts made anger swell in her chest; and she hated them. Annalaliath realy hated them.

She suddenly felt weary, she wanted to be accepted by her own kin for what she was not what they wanted of her. "Maybe this is why I don't trust him," she thought of the elf sitting at their table fingering the flute. She let out a sigh of relief and held back the fierce word and anger that she would have brought out. "Maybe it is time to trust and be trusted again," she whispered.
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Aleia woke from what had felt like weeks of sleep. She yawned and stretched, thinking: Best sleep I've had in a long time! Rolling out of the bed, she turned to the window and let the warm sun wash over her face. As she got ready to return to the common room for a bite to eat, Skeet appeared in her mind. She felt horrible. She hadn't checked on her pony for hours. Aleia made up her mind to check on Skeet before she did anything else.

Outside in the stable, she apologized profusely to her pony. "I'm so sorry, girl. I fell asleep in the room and forgot all about you. Here, have a treat." She offered a piece of carrot that was in her pocket to the pony, who crunched it eagerly and watched Aleia with bright eyes beneath a fringe of shaggy mane. Aleia stroked her hide and spoke a few more quiet words to her before returning to the inn.

Upon entering the common room, she promptly sat down at a bar stool and ordered a large bowl of stew and a pint of ale. She was so hungry, she felt that she could eat an entire crop of potatoes! When she received her meal, she drank in the sweet, spicy scent and began devouring the stew. When Aleia was finished, she wiped her mouth with her handkerchief and looked around for her former companions. To her disappointment, she saw none. But she espied a hobbit and her companion sitting at a table and plucked up her courage to join them. Approaching Gilly and Benia, she said, "May I join your table, kind peoples? For my companions have long since gone, and it is dull to sit by oneself."

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Through the gathering dusk Vanwe hurried, newly cleaned skirts trailing behind her with her cloak in her haste. Her light pack was slung over one shoulder and she had not had enough time to rebraid her hair. One hand was tightly wrapped around something, and as she returned to the inn she seemed to be talking to noone in particular.

"He will think I have left!"

Her brow furrowed in consternation, she pushed on and came after far too long a delay to the stables. Vanwe had not planned to spend so much time by the stream, but time had slipped through her fingers and she rued what trouble it may cause before it had yet to bring any. She had to stow her pack back in the stables, where she was to hopefully make her bed if Derufin had not despaired of his new assistant and decided to replace her with more reliable help.

The elf slowed her pace, drawing the cooler evening air deep into her lungs when out of the shadows emerged a horse whose line was unmistakeable. She was not alone, her owner nearby and Vanwe paused as she sighted Silvanis. She slipped what was in her left hand into her battered pack and smoothed down pale hair sent into new disarray by her speedy return as best she could and stepped forward.

Nearby, the inn was lit with the evening fires and the scent of a meal wafted through the open door and windows. Vanwe approached, doing her best to smooth her features into something calmer than she felt and halted by Blackveil. The summer sky held the fiery rememberance of the sun still, mingling with the remoter glimmer of stars that were starting to spring out into sight overhead.

It was a beautiful sight that Vanwe paid absolutely no heed to as she studied Silvanis. He had not been alarmed by her appearance. Despite her elven light feet, she had made her presence no secret, for she needed to somehow come to an arrangement that could not be done if he left. Following him down the road was a possibility, but she sensed he would little favour whatever she had to say if he discovered her trailing after him.

"Good evening, Sir," she offered in a voice that held still the distinct accent of the south despite her elven appearance. Vanwe chose a deliberate courteous address, for the man before her merited that for many reasons even though he may not remember. Or perhaps he did, she thought, as she watched him.

"I wonder if I may intrude on your evening?"

Vanwe knew the position she was in well. Silvanis had many things she needed and had little of value to offer in return. He had her notes. He had perhaps news of the south, and may even know if her trail was free. He may even know of those she sought, her father and mother. Hope lit eyes blue that were trained on his face and Blackveil tossed her head.

"She is beautiful," Vanwe commented unaware that she was doing so, offering up her palm to be scented. Realising that she had spoken, her gaze returned to Silvanis who could easily brush her aside if he wished.
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He found the bed frame in the old shed at the back of the stables. It was dusty and the wood was nicked from having been moved about so often, but it was serviceable. The latticework of rope to hold up the mattress had been chewed through by the mice, and would have to be repaired. The mattress was a more difficult task, until he remembered that there were several stored in the Inn attic. All fairly intact at the seams, but sorely in need of a new stuffing of fresh hay.

Ruby had come over to give a quick sweep and dusting to the sitting room. And it was she who ordered a pair of her admirers in the Inn to drag two mattresses down the back stairway to the stable. ‘What do you need two of them for,’ she asked, as Derufin gave her instructions. ‘Is he such a little lordling that he’ll be wanting the double comfort?’

‘One’s for my assistant, to take into the loft,’ he returned, pulling the ropes tightly through the holes in the frame and knotting them off. He glanced up in time to see Ruby raise her eyebrows at the word ‘assistant’. ‘Hmmmph!’ she snorted at his use of the term. ‘That flighty looking Elf? You’ll be lucky she doesn’t run off on you and leave you wondering where she’s got off to! Something odd about that one.’

‘Oh Ruby, you might have been saying the same things months ago about me.’ He looked up at her and grinned. ‘And come to think of it, I’ll just bet you did!’ The Hobbit blushed and exiting his rooms turned her attention to dumping the old straw filling out in the stable yard, giving the ticking a sturdy shake or two, and stuffing the mattress with fresh, sweet smelling hay.

Derufin helped her carry the plumped mattress into the room and deposit it on the latticework. Together they made up the bed, hauled an old standing closet in to put near the door, and moved the small desk and chair to the wall by the window. As a last thought, he hammered a long nail into the beam at the head of the bed, and hung a candle lantern on it.

‘That should do,’ she said casting a critical eye about the small room. She eyed the second mattress left propped against the end horse stall. ‘Come on then. I’ll give you a hand with it. Go shake the old hay out and shake the dust off the covering. I’ll stuff it with new straw and you can haul it up to the loft for her.’

It was getting dark by the time they were through with their housekeeping chores. The stars shone out brightly against the clear, black sky. The Inn yard was quiet as they crossed it, except for the occasional croak of a lone frog in the small pond nearby. Derufin’s stomach starting growling about halfway to the back kitchen door.

‘You forgot to eat, didn’t you?’ Ruby stifled a giggle and motioned him into the low lit kitchen. Cook had retired for the night, in anticipation of her early morning baking routine. ‘Quiet now!’ she whispered. ‘I’ll find you a bowl of the chicken stew and a couple of biscuits to fill in the corners. The peas are gone. You’ll just have to take my word for it that they were very tasty.’ She bustled about the kitchen fixing a tray for him. ‘Go on out to the Common Room, I’ll bring it out when it’s warmed up a bit.’

Derufin hied himself through the door as she shooed him out. Stopping behind the bar, he poured himself a pint of nut brown ale, and plopped himself down contentedly on a chair in front of the small fire, his feet propped comfortably on the hearth.
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Eodwine sat down before the hearth with a jar of nut brown ale in hand, stretched his long legs out, and sighed contentedly. So Cami's here. He smiled. Bustling about as much as ever. He would have to stop her in her tracks and catch up on news. It had been years! The fire crackled bright yellow and orange, and Eodwine watched the flames dance.

"Derufin, my friend, you go to too much trouble for one humble traveler." He brought the jar to his mouth and took a long pull, smacking his lips and audibly sighing. "I've not tasted ale this good in too long a time."

"They grow good crops here, they do." Derufin yawned. "And they know what to do with it, I'll give 'em that."

"So you hail from Gondor, I'm told." Eodwine studied the stableman's face over his ale jar. "You look my age, give or take. You were in the War, no?"

Derufin frowned and recrossed his legs. "Aye, that I was. A sorry business that turned out good, thanks to these merry folk." He forced a smile.

"Indeed! 'Tis one cause of my coming, to learn of them and befriend them. The War's my study. I'd know all I can of it. What was your part in it?"

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"You must feel absolutely wretched wrapped up in all that drapery in this weather! I don't know how you can stand it!" Gilly blurted out at the sight of Benia's veil. "I'm sorry. It's just that it is so hot out. And... oh, never mind, I've put my foot in it again, haven't I? You'd have every right if you were unhappy with me! But tell me before banishing me, why are you veiled just now? Is something amiss?"

For a fleeting instant, Benia's amber eyes looked startled, then she began to laugh. The veil came down instantly. "I'm sorry, my cheeky friend," she said, still laughing and carefully wiping her eyes so as not smear kohl all over the place. "I was hiding from the world. It's a habit I have among strangers. The veil makes me feel safe and secure, even though it may be the farthest thing from the truth. You must find me terribly rude."

"Oh, no!" protested Gilly. "I was the rude one, calling you on the carpet like that. But, really, Benia, you do present quite an image, lurking about in the corners with your face all covered up."

"I must look quite the villainess," admitted Benia.

"Well..."

"Oh, I know. I just wasn't thinking." But suddenly, she looked pleased. "I believe you may have solved part of my mystery." Withdrawing her hand from the folds of her skirt, she handed Gilly a bunched up handkerchief. Gilly could feel the weight of something small and hard inside of it. "Have you ever seen one of these?"

As Gilly went to open the handkerchief, Benia added, "Be careful who sees it. It's an evil thing. It was slipped to me somehow in the common room last night, I think, because I look the part of a villain. I was hiding behind my veil just now and wondering why it had come to me of all people. Then you arrived and explained it for me. It's that hobbit-sense of yours, isn't it?"

Just then, another woman approached Gilly's and Benia's table from the bar. "May I join your table, kind peoples?" she asked. "For my companions have long since gone, and it is dull to sit by one's self."

Benia nodded graciously. "By all means!" She gestured to an empty chair. "We were just about to have dinner. Would you care to join us?" She knew Gilly would be discreet with the handkerchief and the stone.

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