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Eressië Ailin · 03-29-2003, 08:52 PM

Luin hummed softly as she walked alongside the road. She was careful not to walk on the road, lest some one be following her. She playfully kicked a small stone as she walked to help pass the time. Luin glanced back at the marshes behind her, and the hills behind them. 'I must be nearing Bree,' she thought. Luin looked ahead of her. She could see a small patch of trees, and what she hoped to be Bree. 'I do hope they haven't started the meeting yet.'

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Less than an hour later, Luin found herself entering the dark city of Bree. The night was growing dark. She could make out a woman in the shadows, holding a dagger over a man. Another man seemed to be watching them, amused. Luin asked the gatekeeper where they were, if they were, having a meeting about a disease of some sort. The man pointed at the inn where Luin had previously spotted the men and woman fighting. She thanked him, and turned towards the inn.

Luin saw a sign near the door reading 'The Prancing Pony'. 'They better be holding the meeting here.' Luin entered the inn. 'If they haven't already left.' She spotted a group of Hobbits and even few Elves sitting at one of the tables. Luin glanced at one of the Elves, as if she had seen her before. 'Wasn't she in Imladris?' Luin asked herself. What was her name again? Adun-- something or other. Oh well.

Luin made her way over to the table. 'Excuse me,' she said after a while. 'But I heard there was going to be a meeting here. About the disease. Am I correct?' She hesitated, wondering whether or not she should tell them that it had reached Rivendell. Luin decided against it, and waited for a response. She wasn't sure she was ready to speak of Thalion's death openly so soon.

[ March 29, 2003: Message edited by: Eressië Ailin ]

03-29-2003, 08:52 PM	#35
Eressië Ailin Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Past the Point of No Return... Posts: 502	Luin hummed softly as she walked alongside the road. She was careful not to walk on the road, lest some one be following her. She playfully kicked a small stone as she walked to help pass the time. Luin glanced back at the marshes behind her, and the hills behind them. 'I must be nearing Bree,' she thought. Luin looked ahead of her. She could see a small patch of trees, and what she hoped to be Bree. 'I do hope they haven't started the meeting yet.' ******************** Less than an hour later, Luin found herself entering the dark city of Bree. The night was growing dark. She could make out a woman in the shadows, holding a dagger over a man. Another man seemed to be watching them, amused. Luin asked the gatekeeper where they were, if they were, having a meeting about a disease of some sort. The man pointed at the inn where Luin had previously spotted the men and woman fighting. She thanked him, and turned towards the inn. Luin saw a sign near the door reading 'The Prancing Pony'. 'They better be holding the meeting here.' Luin entered the inn. 'If they haven't already left.' She spotted a group of Hobbits and even few Elves sitting at one of the tables. Luin glanced at one of the Elves, as if she had seen her before. 'Wasn't she in Imladris?' Luin asked herself. What was her name again? Adun-- something or other. Oh well. Luin made her way over to the table. 'Excuse me,' she said after a while. 'But I heard there was going to be a meeting here. About the disease. Am I correct?' She hesitated, wondering whether or not she should tell them that it had reached Rivendell. Luin decided against it, and waited for a response. She wasn't sure she was ready to speak of Thalion's death openly so soon. [ March 29, 2003: Message edited by: Eressië Ailin ] __________________ Holy angel, in Heaven blessed... My spirit longs with thee to rest! ~Faust Never judge a book by its movie. ~J. W. Eagan By the big slippers of big slipperdom! ~M. Gillenormand, Les Misérables My blog!