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Bêthberry · 01-02-2003, 07:48 PM

It was a long route and required several days' flying, particularly because of the need to avoid an especially viscious flock of crebain on the outskirts of Fangorn Forest, but eventually the brown and white falcon found his way to The Green Dragon. He eyed the windows and door warily and when one opened, he quickly took his chance and flew in.

Bedraggled, wet, and mightily hungry, he spotted the elf who looked a tad bilious and perched down on a chairback near her. He stretched his neck and pecked at his wing feathers to settle them down, and then offered her his left leg, the one with the metal band, tiny scrolled message, and a small, very small, parcel.

The elf watched him a minute or two and then reached over to take the message. The Innkeeper read it:

Good gracious, Cami, what wretched adventures befall a hobbit outside The Shire. That city is simply not the finest place to be.

I am glad, most glad, to hear that you have returned to your comfortable smial and hope that rest will aid your recovery. Lift no heavy boxes, lie back and let your bones knit, take it easy.

Wrapped inside this Air Falcon package please find some herbal tincture for rubbing on your ribs, to soothe the pain, and a tasty nibble of chocolate squares.

And promise me never again to attempt to imitate those who would float on stairs. You are not cut out for it.

love and best wishes,
Bethberry,
The White Horse

The Innkeeper looked up after reading the missive and found herself the object of a hungry glare. Turning to the kitchen, she sought out some strips of flesh to satisfy the carniverous bird.

She wondered if the bird would be able to guide anyone to Rohan on his return journey.

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01-02-2003, 07:48 PM	#567
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	It was a long route and required several days' flying, particularly because of the need to avoid an especially viscious flock of crebain on the outskirts of Fangorn Forest, but eventually the brown and white falcon found his way to The Green Dragon. He eyed the windows and door warily and when one opened, he quickly took his chance and flew in. Bedraggled, wet, and mightily hungry, he spotted the elf who looked a tad bilious and perched down on a chairback near her. He stretched his neck and pecked at his wing feathers to settle them down, and then offered her his left leg, the one with the metal band, tiny scrolled message, and a small, very small, parcel. The elf watched him a minute or two and then reached over to take the message. The Innkeeper read it: Good gracious, Cami, what wretched adventures befall a hobbit outside The Shire. That city is simply not the finest place to be. I am glad, most glad, to hear that you have returned to your comfortable smial and hope that rest will aid your recovery. Lift no heavy boxes, lie back and let your bones knit, take it easy. Wrapped inside this Air Falcon package please find some herbal tincture for rubbing on your ribs, to soothe the pain, and a tasty nibble of chocolate squares. And promise me never again to attempt to imitate those who would float on stairs. You are not cut out for it. love and best wishes, Bethberry, The White Horse The Innkeeper looked up after reading the missive and found herself the object of a hungry glare. Turning to the kitchen, she sought out some strips of flesh to satisfy the carniverous bird. She wondered if the bird would be able to guide anyone to Rohan on his return journey. [ January 02, 2003: Message edited by: Bethberry ] [ January 10, 2003: Message edited by: Bethberry ] [ January 10, 2003: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.