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Theoric Windcaller · 06-06-2003, 10:01 PM

The Dwarf finished his last pint of mead for the night. His tolerance of alcohol was very strong, so he was fine. He was not intoxicated and was in control of everything he did thereafter.

He gazed to the side. At the bar sat a Rohirrim man, and beside him a young woman straightened out her forest green skirt and sat down beside him. She was an Elf. To his dismay, Theoric had many dealings with Elves, and seen his share of Elven beauty, but this one was different. She was pale and her face gleamed and her eyes twinkled his the stars. She looked as though she was from Imladris, or more commonly referred to as Rivendell.

He eyed her, inspecting her, judging her. Theoric had a habit of doing that since he was a young Dwarf-lad, always inspecting, always judging. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two small peculiar looking keys. They were dragon-headed. Theoric thought for a moment. Of course! The Green Dragon! Maybe the mead had an affect on him after all.

A look of shock appeared on the Elf’s face. She must’ve forgotten something, the Dwarf thought, and then, suddenly, something dawned on him. OF COURSE! I forgot, Aman was to get me my room; maybe this woman can aid me.

Theoric stumbled to him feet from sitting down and slowly made his way to the Elf. He didn’t mind dealing with Elven women, because they had no intention of fighting with him, it was the Elven men he could not deal with.

She turned away and began going towards the Aman but Theoric caught her arm and swung her back around. “Greetings, Elf. I am a weary Dwarf, hailing from a long journey. May I ask you for your name? I shall give you mine. I am Theoric Windcaller.”

She stopped with a small smile on her face. “I am Lèspheria, how can I aid you?"

He smiled as her soothing voice flowed into his ears and rang throughout his head. “Of course, I am no stranger here, we are all companions,” he replied, smiling at his remark.

“How can I aid you sir?" “I seek accommodation,” said the Dwarf. She chuckled as she remembered that the only room left that can be spared is a room with two Elven males. This will be a very peace less night. She shuddered and feared telling him, but she had to.

“Dwarf, Ask Aman at the bar for key to a room, she will give you one as soon as you ask her,” the Elf replied, walking off, sneering and laughing.

[ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Theoric Windcaller ]

06-06-2003, 10:01 PM	#48
Theoric Windcaller Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Following where the wind takes me... Posts: 68	The Dwarf finished his last pint of mead for the night. His tolerance of alcohol was very strong, so he was fine. He was not intoxicated and was in control of everything he did thereafter. He gazed to the side. At the bar sat a Rohirrim man, and beside him a young woman straightened out her forest green skirt and sat down beside him. She was an Elf. To his dismay, Theoric had many dealings with Elves, and seen his share of Elven beauty, but this one was different. She was pale and her face gleamed and her eyes twinkled his the stars. She looked as though she was from Imladris, or more commonly referred to as Rivendell. He eyed her, inspecting her, judging her. Theoric had a habit of doing that since he was a young Dwarf-lad, always inspecting, always judging. She reached into her pocket and pulled out two small peculiar looking keys. They were dragon-headed. Theoric thought for a moment. Of course! The Green Dragon! Maybe the mead had an affect on him after all. A look of shock appeared on the Elf’s face. She must’ve forgotten something, the Dwarf thought, and then, suddenly, something dawned on him. OF COURSE! I forgot, Aman was to get me my room; maybe this woman can aid me. Theoric stumbled to him feet from sitting down and slowly made his way to the Elf. He didn’t mind dealing with Elven women, because they had no intention of fighting with him, it was the Elven men he could not deal with. She turned away and began going towards the Aman but Theoric caught her arm and swung her back around. “Greetings, Elf. I am a weary Dwarf, hailing from a long journey. May I ask you for your name? I shall give you mine. I am Theoric Windcaller.” She stopped with a small smile on her face. “I am Lèspheria, how can I aid you?" He smiled as her soothing voice flowed into his ears and rang throughout his head. “Of course, I am no stranger here, we are all companions,” he replied, smiling at his remark. “How can I aid you sir?" “I seek accommodation,” said the Dwarf. She chuckled as she remembered that the only room left that can be spared is a room with two Elven males. This will be a very peace less night. She shuddered and feared telling him, but she had to. “Dwarf, Ask Aman at the bar for key to a room, she will give you one as soon as you ask her,” the Elf replied, walking off, sneering and laughing. [ June 07, 2003: Message edited by: Theoric Windcaller ] __________________ Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens... -The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers: Book 2, Chapter 3)