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Nerindel · 05-19-2003, 06:09 AM

Lóthaniel sat blowing smoke rings and sipping his wine, while Estella filled them both in on the recent going on's in the Shire. He had been listening so intently to Estella's recount that he hadn't noticed his mug slowly draining dry. As she finnished, he lifted his mug to take another sip only to realise it was empty, looking to his companions he noticed that they too had finnished their drink's. He tapped out his pipe putting the unburnt weed in his pouch and his pipe in his breast pocket and Jumped up cheerily, grabbing the empty mugs "I think another drink is in order." he said in a soft melodic voice.

Still smiling he left them and made his way to the bar. As he looked about he saw that the innkeeper, Aman was in deep conversation with a tall male Elf, a Ranger by the look of his well worn attaire. Not wishing to interrupt their conversation he looked around for someone else to serve him. He saw no-one else in the bar area, but at the other end of the common room was a small well set hobbit woman but she too seemed extremely busy serving the patrons at that end of the room. 'It look's like I'll have to interrupt the good lady's conversation after all' he thought regretfully.

He turned to the innkeeper smiling politely "Excuse me, Dear lady, I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if I could have a refill for me and my friends?" he enquired, placing down the mugs in his hand and pointing in the direction of his new friends.

"And were is that sister of mine, I was lead to believe that she would be helping you out here" he added trying to hide his awkwardness at having interrupted Amans conversation, behind his mischevious smile. As Aman poured their drinks he looked about for his sister, he spotted her sitting by the fire with a tall grey haired man, 'another Ranger and a Dúnedain if I'm not mistaken' he thought to himself. He turned back to Aman laughing "It seem's she has been distracted" he said nodding in Léspheria's direction, "by a Ranger no less, I fear that it may be some time before you have her help again, she has a great fondness for the Rangers and their..er.. tales." he continued.

He then turned to the Elf that Aman had been talking too saying "I must apologise for my Manners, I have been rude enough to interrupted your conversation with this fair lady and I have not even introduced myself. My name is Lóthaniel Dëafea and I am from Rivendell, it is a pleasure to meet you" he said extending a hand of friendship to the Elf. As he looked at the elf he thought there was something familiar about him, he wondered if this elf was from Rivendell or if he had passed though.

[ May 19, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

05-19-2003, 06:09 AM	#631
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	Lóthaniel sat blowing smoke rings and sipping his wine, while Estella filled them both in on the recent going on's in the Shire. He had been listening so intently to Estella's recount that he hadn't noticed his mug slowly draining dry. As she finnished, he lifted his mug to take another sip only to realise it was empty, looking to his companions he noticed that they too had finnished their drink's. He tapped out his pipe putting the unburnt weed in his pouch and his pipe in his breast pocket and Jumped up cheerily, grabbing the empty mugs "I think another drink is in order." he said in a soft melodic voice. Still smiling he left them and made his way to the bar. As he looked about he saw that the innkeeper, Aman was in deep conversation with a tall male Elf, a Ranger by the look of his well worn attaire. Not wishing to interrupt their conversation he looked around for someone else to serve him. He saw no-one else in the bar area, but at the other end of the common room was a small well set hobbit woman but she too seemed extremely busy serving the patrons at that end of the room. 'It look's like I'll have to interrupt the good lady's conversation after all' he thought regretfully. He turned to the innkeeper smiling politely "Excuse me, Dear lady, I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if I could have a refill for me and my friends?" he enquired, placing down the mugs in his hand and pointing in the direction of his new friends. "And were is that sister of mine, I was lead to believe that she would be helping you out here" he added trying to hide his awkwardness at having interrupted Amans conversation, behind his mischevious smile. As Aman poured their drinks he looked about for his sister, he spotted her sitting by the fire with a tall grey haired man, 'another Ranger and a Dúnedain if I'm not mistaken' he thought to himself. He turned back to Aman laughing "It seem's she has been distracted" he said nodding in Léspheria's direction, "by a Ranger no less, I fear that it may be some time before you have her help again, she has a great fondness for the Rangers and their..er.. tales." he continued. He then turned to the Elf that Aman had been talking too saying "I must apologise for my Manners, I have been rude enough to interrupted your conversation with this fair lady and I have not even introduced myself. My name is Lóthaniel Dëafea and I am from Rivendell, it is a pleasure to meet you" he said extending a hand of friendship to the Elf. As he looked at the elf he thought there was something familiar about him, he wondered if this elf was from Rivendell or if he had passed though. [ May 19, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ] __________________ "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.