Outside the inn, a figure, cloaked and hooded, could be seen tying its horse to a post before heading inside. As the figure walked through the door, it pulled back its hood to reveal a young Elven girl.
Her hair was long and light brown and her eyes were a soft grey. Her long, silvery-grey Lorien cloak reached down to her ankles and covered an outfit of tan and forest green.
Every aspect of her character was Elvish, except for one thing: she was not as tall or as slender as most Elves. This was because she was half-elven and her father was not a tall man. This lack of hight attracted a few puzzled stares, but she seemed to take no notice as she walked towards the bar.
Finding the innkeeper, she obtained a place for the night and went back outside to stable her horse and retrieve her light pack. Coming back into the inn, she spied the bartender and made her way to the bar. She ordered a drink and took it with her to a chair at a table by herself and listened to news and the tales of other travelers.
She became quite interested in the affairs of a few hobbits at a table next to hers and wondered greatly at what could be in the handkerchief. More out of curiousity than want of companionship, the young Elf got up and moved towards their table. In response to their questioning looks, she said in a soft voice, "My name is Melcirial, and I wonder if maybe I could join you?"
[ June 04, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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