[Nerindel]

The three hobbit women that worked in the inn had kept Léspheria decidedly busy all morning, she had started the day aiding Ruby Brown clean the common room and serving the guests their breakfast's, then Buttercup Brownlock had dragged her upstairs to help make beds and freshen up the empty rooms and before she had had a chance to rest Cook had her in the kitchen washing the lunch dishes. She hadn't realised that there was so much work to be done to keep the inn running smoothly.

Vinca (cook) finding out she hadn't stopped all morning had given her a large slice of warm wildberry pie as way of an apology, but Lesperia really hadn't minded all the work it had kept her mind off worrying about Lóthaniel and Fawain.

It was now late afternoon and Léspheria had grabbed a cup of nettle tea and took it and her pie into the common room. the inn was now busy again so she pulled out a stool at the bar and sat down, she was just taking her first mouthful of pie when she heard,

‘I’ll take one of those, if you don’t mind Mistress Aman!’

She looked round to see who had spoken and there beside her sat a rather round, red faced hobbit, just as she was wondering who he was, the hobbit turn to address the whole room.

‘Mail call!’ he announced in a loud voice that carried over the conversations in progress, all the way to the farthest corner. ‘Now gather round, I’ve got a score of letters here.’

Léspheria nearly jumped out of her seat, she hadn't expected the hobbit to be quiet so loud, so he is the postman, then she thought to herself as she turned back to her pie.

She Did not expect that there would be anything for herself as a messenger from her home in Rivendell had only been yesterday, so she just sat eating the delicious pie and sipping on her tea listening to the silence of Man, hobbit and elf a like,waiting patiently to see if their name would be called.