[Esgallhugwen]

Esgallhugwen awoke with the fresh scent of rain coming through the window, How she loved the rain in all it's power and it's beauty. She breathed deeply leaning against the windowsill. A faint smile came across Esgallhugwen's face; her grey eyes glistening from the dewy rays of the sun.

She folded up her cloak neatly and tucked it into her bag, heading downstairs to the bustle forming in the early morning. She pondered and ran through the events of last night, cathching the tail end of the shirrifs conversation about the party being nothing but Elves and that Hobbits were the ones that were realy needed. Stubborn little Hobbit she thought as she wondered around the room looking at all the wares, pots and cups, beeswax candles and all sorts of fabrics; Esgallhugwen was amazed at the skill that the Hobbit's had to weave such things of beauty.

Esgallhugwen took a seat and ordered some hot spiced tea and a pastry. Buttercup returned quickly smiling all the while as if she knew something no one else knew.

She thanked Buttercup, taking a sip of her tea. The shirrif giving her an offish look as if to say not another Elf, that's all we need right now is yet another Elf to go tromping about. Esgallhugwen stared back a strange spark came into her eyes Oh yes this is yet another Elf and you'll be seeing more of me very soon! she thought smirking at him.

Standing up, Falco gave a start and quickly spun around pretending to examine some candles but nervously gave a glance back to make sure the coast was clear and it was, Esgallhugwen went outside in the rain.

Once the door had shut, some Hobbits and others went to the windows to peer out whisperings began to emerge about such things as 'Elves are the queerest of folk looking up into the rain and with no cloak on, lyble to catch a cold'

They whispered a little more for fear that Esgallhugwen may hear them, but soon enough they went back to their business.

The soft pattering of the rain gave her joy beyond the pain of past memories. Birds fluttered down into the already small forming puddles, taking baths before the rain became too heavy. She listened to them sing, the tea still warm in her she went towards the stables.