The elf saw Child off to her cabin and to bed. Then, walking quietly, she passed the rooms wherein her other companions slept. Soft snores could now be heard coming from Mithadan's room. She lightly pushed his door open and covered him with his cloak. Then, as quietly, she exited the room, and shut the door.
In her old room, where Daisy lay deep asleep, hugging a crumpled pillow, she pulled a few articles of clothing from the bag on her old bed. A worn pair of soft leggings tucked into road-worn, knee-high boots, and a comfortable shirt, bound at the waist by a belt were pulled on quickly. Into the boots she tucked her smaller knives; one larger one she secured in her belt.
She pulled a wayward quilt over the sleeping hobbit and went on down the hall to the room of her old friend.
Bird lay curled tightly in her bed, uncovered. The bedclothes and pillows had gone a round or two with her, it seemed, and now lay strewn about on the floor like vanquished foe.
Pio perched lightly on the footboard of the bed and regarded the sleeping woman fondly. Then grinning broadly, she nudged her with the toe of her boot.
'So, here lies the fierce dragon I have heard so much about! Looks more like some old flotsam to these eyes!'
She nudged her one more time.
[ September 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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