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Raefindel · 12-15-2002, 04:27 PM

A lone figure walked leading a great grey horse, the horse's limp obvious. The figure stopped and studied the green and gold sign swaying in the slight breeze and glittering in the lamplight. "The Green Dragon" it declared. "This will do" the figure said to herself.

Leading her horse around to the stables, the figure was met by a fair-haired Hobbit, wringing his hands and worring, "What a to-do! What am I to tell the Master?"

"Mae Govannen, Halfling. I am Raefindel." she said, pushing her hood off her auburn curls. "What seems to be the trouble?"

The stable-hand looked up seeing the Elf for the first time. "Good evening, Miss Raefindel. I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a fix; You see, Master Dwarin's saddle needs fixin' and the leather worker is out with a broken arm just now. Don't know what I'm gonna do, as I was to have had it repaired a week ago!" He said with a grimace and continued with wringing his hands.

"Well, now let me look at it." The Elf replied, running her slim hands over the leather. "We can't have the Master fretting over his saddle, now can we." She moved to her horse and removed a leather bag from among her things. "I happen to be skilled in leather-working, I will see to your Master's saddle, if you will see to my horse. He seems to have thrown a shoe."

The Elf withdrew an awl and some leather lacing from the bag, and set to work. When she finished she rose and quietly headed for the Inn.

It was loud and bright, and smoke drifted to her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose and walked to the Bar. "Mae Govannen," she said to the Dwarf behind the bar. " "I'll have tea and dinner please." He nodded as she found a table near a story-telling Elf. She listened as Elwen finished her tale. Then nodding to her, the red-head rose and said "Good Evening, Good people. I am Raefindel. I've become separated from my party in the wilderness and have decided to stay here at the Inn until I find news of them" She sat once more and listened to a song a pair of drunken Hobbits sang.

[ December 15, 2002: Message edited by: Raefindel ]

12-15-2002, 04:27 PM	#325
Raefindel Sword of the Spirit Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Washington State Posts: 1,313	A lone figure walked leading a great grey horse, the horse's limp obvious. The figure stopped and studied the green and gold sign swaying in the slight breeze and glittering in the lamplight. "The Green Dragon" it declared. "This will do" the figure said to herself. Leading her horse around to the stables, the figure was met by a fair-haired Hobbit, wringing his hands and worring, "What a to-do! What am I to tell the Master?" "Mae Govannen, Halfling. I am Raefindel." she said, pushing her hood off her auburn curls. "What seems to be the trouble?" The stable-hand looked up seeing the Elf for the first time. "Good evening, Miss Raefindel. I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a fix; You see, Master Dwarin's saddle needs fixin' and the leather worker is out with a broken arm just now. Don't know what I'm gonna do, as I was to have had it repaired a week ago!" He said with a grimace and continued with wringing his hands. "Well, now let me look at it." The Elf replied, running her slim hands over the leather. "We can't have the Master fretting over his saddle, now can we." She moved to her horse and removed a leather bag from among her things. "I happen to be skilled in leather-working, I will see to your Master's saddle, if you will see to my horse. He seems to have thrown a shoe." The Elf withdrew an awl and some leather lacing from the bag, and set to work. When she finished she rose and quietly headed for the Inn. It was loud and bright, and smoke drifted to her nostrils. She wrinkled her nose and walked to the Bar. "Mae Govannen," she said to the Dwarf behind the bar. " "I'll have tea and dinner please." He nodded as she found a table near a story-telling Elf. She listened as Elwen finished her tale. Then nodding to her, the red-head rose and said "Good Evening, Good people. I am Raefindel. I've become separated from my party in the wilderness and have decided to stay here at the Inn until I find news of them" She sat once more and listened to a song a pair of drunken Hobbits sang. [ December 15, 2002: Message edited by: Raefindel ] __________________ Blessed be the Lord my Strength, Who trained my hands for war and my fingers to fight. Psallm 144:1