The rain had caught the two hobbits just as they emerged from the barn. Holly and Olo had gone in to make sure Peri and Midnight were well provisioned and watered for the night, and that there was a layer of clean hay on the stall floor.
Running quickly, they made for the door to the Inn and went in. They wiped their muddy shoes on the mat in the entry way and went to stand by the fire for a few moments to dry the light sprinkling of rain drops from their clothes.
Olo pulled up two chairs to the fire, and bade Holly sit down. 'I'll be right back.' he said. 'I'm just going to get us something to warm the inside of us, too.' he was soon back with two pewter mugs of spiced wine.
They sat in companionable silence and sipped the wine, watching the leaping flames and curling smoke dance in the fireplace. Soon, both were yawning. Holly said her goodnight to Olo and excused herself to go upstairs to her room.
It was still, and humidly hot in her room under the eaves since someone had closed the window when the rain had started. She opened it wide and wiped the remaining dampness from the windowsill, then leaned out to see what stars she could see despite the clouds.
Wilwarin and the Wain were covered by the scudding clouds. On the horizon, though, just barely above a lowering cloud bank she spied the evening star in the West. She smiled at it, that great white jewel of the night.
In the darkness, she shrugged off her still damp clothes, leaving them a heap on her rug, and pulled on a light nightshirt to wait for Bird.
[ August 15, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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