Annalaliath, having gone upstairs as she had been directed, found that she was to help Buttercup prepare for a visit from the previous innkeeper. Anna really didn't remember this woman nor her husband, but the fun was that they were coming.
She said little as she worked, doing as she was directed by Buttercup. A funny sight if seen, a Hobbit seemingly giving orders and direction to and Elf.
Annalaliath had removed her filthy cloak and deposited it along with her things in her room before coming to this one. She had also changed from her mud caked boots to a pair of soft leather shoes. Her cloths were defiantly Elvin in their elegance but as sturdy as any Hobbits garments. They were worn with age and repaired many times over, but remarkably beautiful all the same. She desperately needed new ones. As soon as she could she would go to the market and find some fabric and notions.
She worked well into the night with Buttercup and when all the room was finished she slipped off to bed. She dreamed of the time when all things were beautiful and she was happy. When her father was alive and no hint of her mother. The dreams were welcome compared to the nightmares that haunted her as of late. Annalaliath slept.
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