Arawyn sat down at a nearby table with her mug of hot cocoa and gazed about. Already in the short time since she arrived much had happened. She breathed a deep sigh, and took a sip of her drink.
Looking around, she saw curious strangers around, looking to no good, and looked away. She saw the halflings enjoying themselves, and remembered the party she had been to when she last was here.
What fun...and I met a legendary halfing!
Arawyn finished her hot cocoa, and asked the owner of the place for a room for the night before she continued on her way.
[ February 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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~*Artalwen*~
:~*~: Elven archer :~*~:
"On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun."
-verse from a song found in 'The Hobbit'-
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