[Merri]

Elanor had all but given up on the old hobbit answering, deciding that he was probably too drunk to notice her. Anyhow, the other guest(an elf?)'s mutterings concerned her more at the moment.

She stomped over to his table and put her hobbit fists on her hips and glared at him with all the ferocity she could muster.

"Boring?" She questioned. "Boring? Well, you've obviously just come, sir, because you missed Miss Pio, the innkeeper, chase out a man, and him comin' back with his arm all bloodied- boring, you say? Well, off with you, then! Go and find a more exciting inn!"

Elanor didn't realize how ridiculous she looked, tiny hobbit that she was, yelling at a guest, an elf no less. Her apron was half-untied, her curly brown hair was coming undone from its previously tidy braid. There never was a sight more amusing to look upon than an indignant hobbit, but then, it was best if you didn't get a hobbit indignant.