Maladuialion had been sat in the same position for quite some time. Eventually, the cnjrer rose from his seat, and walkedbriskly toward the bar. Once there, he stuffed some leaf in his pipe, and ordered a large mug of ale. He seemed distressed, but brightened when the stein was presented to him. He took a gulp, and his eyes widened.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed "Such ale is uncommon on my travels"
He stood, leant against the bar for another long duration. until he turned to see Eothed. He studied him for quite some time, taking puffs of his leaf, and occasional swigs from his ale. He left his position at the bar, and took a seat nearer a table of Gondorian rangers. He reached into his pouch, and retrieved texts, which appeared to have been retrieved from the libraries of Minas Tirith. He sat quietly, studying the parchments, and lookd up, as if he were referencing the rangers to the documents.He decided to read at a later time, and he put the papers back in his pouch. Again, he sat silently, observing the bustling Green Dragon. He rose after a short time, and left the room. Outside, he looked up into the red sky, and then over towards Mordor. He thought to himself for a while, before walking back into The Green Dragon. Merry and Pippin, turned to see Maladuialion, and he returned a smile,but it was obvious that something was troubling his mind.
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