The door of the Inn slowly swung open,dark nothingness from the outside gleaming through the threshold.A towering figure in a cloak,hood blackening his facial features,stepped in and walked to Aman.His voice low,gruff.
"A room for the night."
This was all he said.He never had spoke much,not since his mother and father's horrific death.They had been captured by an orc raid...Tortured until driven to insanity...He narrowly escaped just as they were forced to there limits.He turned for a moment to see his father's head rolling to him.His father's eyes were white and he could here is deep voice bomming in his ears.
"It's going to be ok son...It's going to be alright...Just hold my hand...
He looked down at the floor.Despair was filling his stomach like a balck,smothering smoke that squeezed and yanked at his insides,wrenched at his heartstrings,destroyed his soul.He looked up again,nodded to Aman,took his room key and leaned against the wall,gulping down some brandy from his flask.He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.He stared,head hung slightly,at the other occupants of the Inn.He was wandering from his home in Gondor over all of Middle-earth.He always said that life was short,his own life still holding many more adventure as he was youthful,just becoming thirty years young.
He sat in a seat,not wanting to go to bed just yet even after a long journey.He stopped Ruby and oredered a nice hearty steak for dinner.He was social at times but when reminiscing of his past of death and sorrow he remained quiet.
[ September 09, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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