[Esgallhugwen]

The rain let up, Esgallhugwen frowned as the clouds began to part. She had climbed into the tree in the front watching all the new guests pass by into the Inn without so much as noticing her, being an Elf and all, it was customary to be stealthy and cunning.

Many Elves she noticed had come in as well as some men that were perhaps from Gondor or Rohan, it was hard to discern with their faces shadowed by their hoods from the rain. The green crystaline leaves of the tree began to melt with the coming rays of the sun; brining forth brighter green.

Esgallhugwen smiled at the leaves still holding within them the remnants of the sound of rain. She dropped down gracefully from the tree and went into the Inn.

People in the Inn stared agast at the tall wet yet beuatiful figure, as if she emerged from the very sea glistening with dew. Cook spoke to her of getting lunch ready, but not wanting the sandwiches to become soggy she stepped across the treshold towards the fire to dry off.