[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel was awoken by sound of tiny footsteps, barely even a noise. She peeped out form under her shawl. She looked to see the young hobbit lad from earlier. He was stroking Aranel's soft mane. He had a carrot at hand, wanting to feed the mare. "Please. Eat this. I won't hurt ye," he said.

"Tis you!" Alatariel stood up quickly, throwing her shawl back. The young hobbit got startled. He dashed out of the stable, dropping the carrot onto the ground. "Wait! I meant you no harm!" she yelled after him, but it was no use. "I've got to find him! There is something strange about that little hobbit, but I'm not sure what."

Alatariel ran into the same direction as the hobbit, the mud splashed up around her. She saw a door close on the Inn's storehouse. Creeping up quietly towards it, she creaked it open a crack revealing a long blonde haired hobbit lass getting out some ingredients to make supper. Alatariel closed the door, and walked towards the Inn. That hobbit has to be around here somewhere, Alatariel thought. She walked back to the Inn, in search of the hobbit lad.


At the door, there was a young elf-maiden sitting against the wall. There were several hobbits at the tables. Alatariel wandered among them, searching for that one young hobbit lad. No where around the tables. She searched through the hobbits sitting at the bar. Still no trace of the hobbit. She went to the back, where the rooms were. Knocking on all the doors, she searched for him. The ones that there were no answer to, she opened a crack, to reveal either emptiness or someone in a deep sleep. Alatariel just could not find him. She walked out of the back of the Inn, and sat down onto an empty table in the dark corner, waiting for him to pass.