[Galadel Vinorel]

Vinorel

A gentle breeze rushed down a winding street of Rohan that led to the White Horse Inn. Along this way walked a tall, cloaked figure clad in worn, brown and green traveling clothes, a long fastened to its side, and a bow and some arrows onto its back. The figure walked cautiously along the road, tryin to hide herself in the shadows, for she did not want to be noticed at the moment. She had been heading at first to the Halls of Edoras, where the King and Queen were expecting her, yet she was worn out from her venture to here from Lothlorien, so she decided to first go to get something to drink and eat, before journeying on. Weaving her way through the crowds in the marketplace, she finally reached the renown White Horse Inn, run by Bethberry.

Stepping into the inn, the woman felt a kind of sadness and despair in the air. Something had happened here. She saw some men in one of the corner of the room. They were talking quietly, but in a hurried way, and a stench of burn wood and fire could be smelt from their corner.

Wondering what had occurred before she came here the clad figure moving quicky and quietly to the bar counter. There she seated herself upon a small stool and ordered a mug of ale. As the bartender left to fill her order, the female elf pulled back her hood to reveal a fair face, with wavy, golden hair that fell down a little ways past her shoulders.

After recieveing her drink, the elf turned around on her stool so that she could sip her frothy drink, while still being able to peer around the room with her soft, light blue eyes that were filled with laughter, though also with a bit of a long hidden pain, searching for familiar faces and someone to talk to.

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