[Horse-Maiden of the Shire]

Elwing's stomach growled. Awoken from her reverie of far-off lands, she decided that she must go down to the main room for a bit of food. Setting the book lovingly on her bed, she shrugged into her cloak and went out of her room. She locked the door and went down the stairs.

As she entered the main room, the pungent odour of ale and pipeweed hit her nose. She inhaled deeply and happily, for it brought back memories of the Shire, her home. Suddenly she remembered something. Had she brought her pipe and pipeweed along? Elwing dashed back up the stairs and searched in her pack. A flood of relief coursed through her body as she lifted out her pride and joy: her pipe. It was black, engraved with the words Smoke and Smoke Well! in Elvish. She had made it when she was younger, a silly project, but for some reason she had become attached to it and now she used it as her normal pipe.

As she walked back down the stairs, she filled her pipe and put it in her mouth. Lighting it, she inhaled and exhaled deliciously. Stepping up to the bar, she ordered some meat, cheese, and honeycake along with a tankard of ale.