[Barodir]

It was early morning, about six hours since Barodir recieved the Elixer of Poppy when he finally awoke from his calm but painful slumber. He slowly sat up, being sure to cause no further injury to his left arm.

Immediatly, he thought of his dreams from the night past, and forgot entirely about his injury. He stood up out of bed and decided to leave as soon as possible, for he had to report his progress and save his family from potential torment and death.

Downstairs, the inn's main floor was desolate, save some Elves who had spent the night, a Hobbit and Pio. To anyone who seemed to notice him, he stated:

"I am truly sorry for the misfortune I have caused you and the other guests. I will be more courteous on my next visit, if there is one. I must return to Minas Tirith and accept my punishment for failure. I thank you for the treatment and room, and I bid you a Happy New Year. Farewell!"

He took his sheild, sword, and other gear and started for the door. At the doorway, he saw a figure that he wished he didn't: the theif from the previous night. He stared at the Dark Elf with a look of terror and hatred, for his nightmare was at this Elf's cost.

"You have evaded my blade for the last time!" Barodir shouted.

Then realizing the others were staring at him, he said, "I shall take this fight to the courtyard to prevent further damage to this fair inn."

With that, he drew out his blade and cast down his sheild, for his left arm was still in pain. Then he left to the yard to smite his foe, even if it claimed his own life...

[ January 02, 2003: Message edited by: Barodir ]