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Post by Alatáriel on Jun 20, 2003 17:59:49 GMT -5
Alatariel walked up to the bar. There was a hobbit sitting there. He was looking at the tree in the center of the Inn, a sight that even Alatariel was amazed of. She sat down at the bar, a seat away from the hobbit.
A hobbit walked up to her and asked her what she would like. 'An ale, please.' The hobbit walked away and came back with a mug full of ale. 'Thank you,' Alatariel paid her and walked back to a table in the back. She sat down, and began to sip at her ale, which she was not as fond of, but still liked. She sat and watched the guests. There were still very few, she could only count three, including herself. A sound arose from off in the distance. Alatariel listened to it, for it was a horse. She knew that horse. It was a very soft neighing. She left the ale at the table and walked outside of the inn, and over to the sables.
A summer shower started to pour; her stallion had apparently sensed the rain, as with any other horse. The stallion loved the rain. Alatariel passed two people in the way to the sables. She slipped by them unnoticed. She walked up to the black stallion in the stall. He whinnied at her sight. She took him outside, 'I see what you want. You wanted to feel the rain. Very well, I trust you by yourself out here.'
The elf turned and walked back into the Inn, taking her seat back next to the curious hobbit.
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Post by Mippin on Jun 21, 2003 16:55:03 GMT -5
Eruanna had sat for the longest time it seemed, gazing off into apparently nothing. Slowly she shifted her gaze and looked up. There were only a few guests at the inn yet. She peered back down again, and loosened her unconsious grip on her cloak. The cloak was very special to her, though she could not remember why anymore. Everything seemed so distant to her now.
A hobbit had walked into the inn, she was a bit wet from the summer spray outside but she did not mind. For once, it wasn't cold, all she could remember was the cold. She took a seat at a table, alone.
Quickly she glanced around and saw a few guests here and there, none too many. She saw glanced beside her, and saw an elf-maiden seated suddenly at her left. It was Eruanna. "So you have followed my footsteps," Eruanna told the hobbit. The hobbit lass slowly nodded, and she felt a chill run through her. "I see, what is you name?" Eruanna asked.
"My name?" the hobbit said, as if each word was a strain. Eruanna knew the hobbit would not reply, and already she knew the answer. "Very well, I see that you are troubled." Eruanna whispered gently to the young lass.
"My time here is short-lived," Eruanna said, to no one in particular, despite the hobbit seated beside her. She stood from the table and looked one last time around the homely inn. She wished in vain that she could one day return to the lovely place. Slowly, Eruanna withdrew her cloak from her, and she held it in her arms, feeling the soft cloth for the last time. Eruanna draped the cloak around the hobbit. "Perhaps it is a bit too large for thee, but it will be good to you." and with those words, Eruanna slowly and dismally walked out of the inn.
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Post by Alatáriel on Sept 21, 2003 20:52:03 GMT -5
Alatariel got up from the bar and went back into her room on the second floor. It was neat and tidy. There was a bed against the wall and a rocking chair against the window.
Alatariel walked over to the window and sat on the marble sill. She took the bag off her shoulder and sat it on the ground, and peered out the window. From there she could see far off into distant lands. The elf heard footsteps outside. She walked over to the door and leaned her ear against it so slightly it was barely touching.
The footsteps tapped lightly on the wooden floor. They sounded so familiar to Alatariel, but she could not recognize them. They softly tapped away, and Alatariel went back to the window and peered out, thinking of he journey.
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Post by Nurumaiel on Oct 8, 2003 19:27:59 GMT -5
Robin glanced out the window and saw a figure trudging up the road towards the Inn and she could not hold back the sigh that escaped her. Another guest at the Inn meant more food to make, and more food to make meant more work. And it was one of the Big Folk. Robin didn't know which ate more... the Big Folk, with bigger stomachs to fill, or the Hobbits, with their large appetites.
You shouldn't be complaining about it, Robin scolded herself. It's yourself that took up this job and now you'll have to finish it. Besides, you do get some pay and though it isn't much, it all adds up.
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"Here's as good as any," the man muttered, looking up at the faded sign that read The Silver Birch. The Inn seemed to be a pleasant place, and peaceful at that. Peace... that was what he needed, and it seemed possible that he'd find it there.
His clothes were worn and patched, and covered with dirt. His brown hair fell in scraggily strands down to his chin, and his eyes had a haunted look about them, as if he had seen days filled with fear and evilness. His face was pale and he himself was thin, as though every day of his life had been a hungry one. He carried no real weapons, though a hunting dagger was in the belt that hung loosely around his waist.
When he entered the Inn, his eyes widened in amazement as he saw the great silver birch growing up through the middle of the room. Still staring up at it, he went to the counter, where he ordered a drink. "Very aptly named," he said to no one in particular as he took a seat. Sitting below the great tree filled him with a sense of security, and he began to think that the future might not be as terrible as he thought it might, as long as, in his travelings, he could find a place to stay such as this.
Turning his thoughts away from the future, he absorbed himself with his ale, afraid to meet the eyes of the other guests in the Inn. After all, he didn't know who they were or what they were like. What if they were like the people who had made his life so dismal? He pushed the thought away from his head. Surely there must be some friendly people in Middle-Earth.
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Post by Elentari on Oct 16, 2003 16:34:36 GMT -5
Elentari was pleased with the success of the inn. Although there didn't seem to be many people coming yet, those who did come felt safe, which was one of Elentari's reasons for opening it. On leaving her office she smile as she saw a man order a drink. He was new to the inn and seemed like he felt safe.
Elentari climbed the stairway to the rear of the Inn, stopping only briefly on the secon floor to admire the Silver Birch that was the at centre of the building. On the third floor Elentari entered the library and began to sort some books. She had read several of the library's books, but she doubted that even she, one of the immortal, would ever have time to read them all. Silver's collection of books, scrolls and tomes was vast.
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 19, 2003 3:23:54 GMT -5
Suddenly a noise , like horse galloping filled the ears of those who were at the inn . The sound of gallop came ever closer and closer ....
Outside there was a more interesting wiew - a lady all in light violet , was riding a palomino coloured horse . And she stopped only at the very door step of the Inn .
Down the horse she jumped and led it to the stables . Soon afterwards the Inn's door opened and in went the lady in violet . The mad Ophelia had arrived .
Firstly she said hellow to all who were there and all that she knew and then she went to get something to drink .
And with a glass of ginger ale off she went to look for a company to start a conversation with .
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Post by Alatáriel on Oct 19, 2003 13:25:18 GMT -5
Alatáriel heared a horses hooves pound outside and come to a stopping halt. Alatáriel left her room, picking up her bag on the way out.
She walked over to see a few new guests in the room and then sat at a table in the corner. Watching the rest of the guests, she sat there thinking about the long journey, glad to be able to rest.
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 24, 2003 12:19:46 GMT -5
Ophelia saw Alatiriel sitting there all alone , floatng in her deep thoughts felt the need of a company and so off she went directly to Alatiriel , taking another glass of ginger ale for to have a reason to start a conversation .
"Hellow" she said to Alatiriel who had to interrupt her thoughts . "Do you want some ginger ale ?" said Ophelia to get out of the confusing silence .
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Post by Alatáriel on Oct 24, 2003 19:07:35 GMT -5
'Hullo. Oh, why yes, please,' Alatáriel said, taking the ale, then drifting off into her thoughts again.
The lady asked her a few questions, and she answered them, but soon after drifting back into though again. She glanced at the door every so often, looking to see if any newcomers would arrive, and then scanned the room, looking at all the guests.
Sniffing the ale, she put her lips against it and tasted it with her tounge, then slowly took a sip. Looking towards the person, who was now sitting in front of her, trying to strike up and conversation, she took one more sip of the ale.
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 25, 2003 14:54:46 GMT -5
Ophelia noticing Alatiriel`s nervousness and unbility to stay at one spot long enough to to start a conversation just by saying hellow and offering ale starts pondering what could be interesting for this person to talk about .
And then an idea comes to her not too bright mind . "Have you ever been somewhere far and beutyfull ? A place you wouldn`t want to leave ?"
And so Ophelia hopes this question doesn`t sound too boring for Alatiriel and she might answer too .
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Post by Alatáriel on Oct 25, 2003 17:03:56 GMT -5
'Aye, but alas life seemed to drag me away,' she said lowering her head, her gray eyes seemed to stare at nothing on the table.
'Have you?' she asked the person sitting in front of her, taking another sip of the ale.
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 26, 2003 5:59:08 GMT -5
"Sure ! I have been far and close , East and West , North and South but by the look in your eyes I can tell your story is far more interesting than mine . So if it is no hard thing for you to do , pleace tell me of these places that reflect in your eyes when you are deeply in your thoughts ."
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Post by Alatáriel on Oct 26, 2003 18:51:03 GMT -5
'Tis a long story, m'lady, and telling it all would take such a long while, but life has seemed to carry me along, such as a log adrift in a stream. The log does not control where the current takes it; it can only enjoy the ride.
'From my homeland, I was drawn out, something lured me. There I wandered the land, taking nothing but my own horse, and a few smaller belongings, after that I can not even remember. It seems all a blur, just bits and pieces, and somehow I ended up here,' Alatáriel answered in reply to her question. And 'twas true, she could not even remember her own friend's name, nor her face.
That was something she dearly missed, her family and friends, deep in thought of everything. Trying to remember it all tantalized her. It seemed just barely out of her reach, by only a few feet; just outside the boundries of her memory. She sighed and took another sip of that ale, 'Your story must have at least one interesting point,' she said, more of a question then a statement.
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Post by Ophelia on Oct 29, 2003 11:45:28 GMT -5
"In my opinion the interesting part is me falling off my horse after day dreaming . That most surtainly is funny . But where ever I have been , how long have I been off my homelands , I still miss someplace new to explore . "
After that Ophelia took a sip of ale but did not drink more than a drop of it when a memorie came to her head . "I remember one thing interesting ! My horse got stolen once . And as far as I know , I am too lazy and I do not want to spend too much money on things I do not need , so I went to get it back instead of buying a new one . Well ofcoure the burglur took my horse to his stables to sell it . By the time I got to those stables it was night fall allready . So I sleeked in the pasture-ground where my horse stood tied to the fence in only bridle . Well I was about to plan something smarter but when the lights went in and dogs trated to bark I supposed that all the dwellers of the stables are up . So no time for plan - untied the horse , jumped on it`s back and over the fence we went after taking a bigger run for it . A total madness but we made it for after a while the the owner of the stables and other workers were chasing me at the beggining but now they seemed to be lost . "
Now down went all the ale from Ophelias glass .
"Now you owe me a story of your jurneys !"
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Post by Ophelia on Nov 8, 2003 16:35:58 GMT -5
Ophelia sat there quietly waiting for a reply but seeing that Alatiriel`s eyes have turned into glass and she was back in to traveling thoughts she drank her ale `till the last drop and took a look at the clock . "Now is the time I finally leave you alone with your thoughts . I have to go now . I hope you enjoy this day ." So she went to the door , went to the stables and took her horse . Ophelia jumped on horses back and after turning it West wards off she dashed over the fields and hills .
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