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piosenniel · 12-27-2003, 07:35 PM

Camlost, the crow

Hopping quietly on his one leg, Camlost squeezed himself further into the shadows. The light from the lamp above the bar caught the bird’s glittering eye as he surveyed the people in the Common Room. There was a Hobbit just come down from his room wearing a very fine vest. The buttons glittered as they caught the light, catching the crow’s attention. How he would love to have one for his little ‘collection’! Not possible now though – the Hobbit went to sit with another man, a dangerous looking fellow with an axe by his side. Perhaps later, if the Hobbit left his room window open, he would see about ‘borrowing’ a button.

There were Elves about, too. Too risky to try to get anything from them. Far too observant they were, with their grey eyes. Always poking about in other creatures’ business. Though there was one – the female from Eryn Lasgalen. The hem of her cloak was picked out in silver threads. ‘If she hangs it somewhere, perhaps I can pull a few without her noticing,’ murmured Camlost to himself.

Thoughts of pretty glittering baubles were pushed away as the bird took note of the table with the man and woman from the Riddermark. Hpw could he tell? They had the smell of horses about them and their hands and fingers as they gestured, he noted, were rough with calluses from years of contact with the leather reins and leads. One of them, the man with the long brown hair, had ordered meat and ale. Engrossed in conversation with another man, they had pushed their plates and mugs to one side, setting the platter of meat and roast potato up on the broad windowsill.

If only there were a diversion!

On cue, the door to the Inn flew open and a man walked in. Threw his cloak on the floor, stamped on it, then ordered a pint of warm milk. Needless to say, eyes turned to the curious fellow. Seeing his opportunity, Camlost glided down to the platter on the sill, landing squarely on a large cutlet of venison.

Prize in claw, he flapped his wings hard and flew quickly up to the crossbeam above the bar, dripping juices and gravy on the unsuspecting heads of a few patrons. Squeezing back into the shadows with his first course, he stabbed at the meat, tearing off good sized chunks.

Drink would be needed next, he thought to himself. His head turned from side to side, looking for a likely source . . .

12-27-2003, 07:35 PM	#43
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Camlost, the crow Hopping quietly on his one leg, Camlost squeezed himself further into the shadows. The light from the lamp above the bar caught the bird’s glittering eye as he surveyed the people in the Common Room. There was a Hobbit just come down from his room wearing a very fine vest. The buttons glittered as they caught the light, catching the crow’s attention. How he would love to have one for his little ‘collection’! Not possible now though – the Hobbit went to sit with another man, a dangerous looking fellow with an axe by his side. Perhaps later, if the Hobbit left his room window open, he would see about ‘borrowing’ a button. There were Elves about, too. Too risky to try to get anything from them. Far too observant they were, with their grey eyes. Always poking about in other creatures’ business. Though there was one – the female from Eryn Lasgalen. The hem of her cloak was picked out in silver threads. ‘If she hangs it somewhere, perhaps I can pull a few without her noticing,’ murmured Camlost to himself. Thoughts of pretty glittering baubles were pushed away as the bird took note of the table with the man and woman from the Riddermark. Hpw could he tell? They had the smell of horses about them and their hands and fingers as they gestured, he noted, were rough with calluses from years of contact with the leather reins and leads. One of them, the man with the long brown hair, had ordered meat and ale. Engrossed in conversation with another man, they had pushed their plates and mugs to one side, setting the platter of meat and roast potato up on the broad windowsill. If only there were a diversion! On cue, the door to the Inn flew open and a man walked in. Threw his cloak on the floor, stamped on it, then ordered a pint of warm milk. Needless to say, eyes turned to the curious fellow. Seeing his opportunity, Camlost glided down to the platter on the sill, landing squarely on a large cutlet of venison. Prize in claw, he flapped his wings hard and flew quickly up to the crossbeam above the bar, dripping juices and gravy on the unsuspecting heads of a few patrons. Squeezing back into the shadows with his first course, he stabbed at the meat, tearing off good sized chunks. Drink would be needed next, he thought to himself. His head turned from side to side, looking for a likely source . . . __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.