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piosenniel · 02-25-2003, 05:26 PM

Merry arrives at the Inn

‘Really, dear, I don’t know why you brought that chapbook with you. This is supposed to be a party, not a get together for dusty old scholars!’ Estella pushed the curls behind her ears into place, and smoothed the wrinkles from her dress where they had gathered as she sat in the pony cart on the long journey from Buckland. She glanced up just in time to see Merry slip not one but two of his little journals into the inner pocket of his coat. Smiling fondly at him, she wondered which pocket he had stowed the small quill and ink set she had gotten him one year as a birthday present.

Meri looked up just in time to see her smile, and grinned guiltily back at her. He had gotten a good start on two treatises of interest to him – Herblore of the Shire and Old Words and Names in the Shire, and was looking forward to talking them over with Pippin. ‘And if it really is true that Bilbo and Frodo are here, then I’d like them to see what I’ve written, too.’ he thought to himself.

He reached under the seat of the pony cart, and brought out a dusty bottle. Old Winyards from the Southfarthing, laid down by Old Rory in 1382 in celebration of his son’s first child, Meriadoc. ‘Now if only Pip has brought some of that pipe weed he’s been studying, we will have us a celebration ourselves of old friends come home at last.’

Estella waited for him at the door, and he opened it graciously for her, ushering her in. It had been quite a while since he’d been to The Green Dragon, and he stopped in the entry way, taking in the familiar interior. A brief look of disappointment crossed his face as he saw they were the first to arrive. Pip was not here yet. And even more disappointing, there was no sign of Bilbo or Frodo in the Common Room. He was beginning to regret he had come. Perhaps this was only an elaborate joke of some sort.

Estella had gone over to greet some one, an older Hobbit, sitting by the window. Merry strode to the bar and asked the server there to keep it safe behind the counter. He ordered a pint, and sipping at it, walked about the room to stretch his legs a bit after the ride.

Joke or not, he intended to enjoy himself while he was here tonight.

[ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

02-25-2003, 05:26 PM	#64
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Merry arrives at the Inn ‘Really, dear, I don’t know why you brought that chapbook with you. This is supposed to be a party, not a get together for dusty old scholars!’ Estella pushed the curls behind her ears into place, and smoothed the wrinkles from her dress where they had gathered as she sat in the pony cart on the long journey from Buckland. She glanced up just in time to see Merry slip not one but two of his little journals into the inner pocket of his coat. Smiling fondly at him, she wondered which pocket he had stowed the small quill and ink set she had gotten him one year as a birthday present. Meri looked up just in time to see her smile, and grinned guiltily back at her. He had gotten a good start on two treatises of interest to him – Herblore of the Shire and Old Words and Names in the Shire, and was looking forward to talking them over with Pippin. ‘And if it really is true that Bilbo and Frodo are here, then I’d like them to see what I’ve written, too.’ he thought to himself. He reached under the seat of the pony cart, and brought out a dusty bottle. Old Winyards from the Southfarthing, laid down by Old Rory in 1382 in celebration of his son’s first child, Meriadoc. ‘Now if only Pip has brought some of that pipe weed he’s been studying, we will have us a celebration ourselves of old friends come home at last.’ Estella waited for him at the door, and he opened it graciously for her, ushering her in. It had been quite a while since he’d been to The Green Dragon, and he stopped in the entry way, taking in the familiar interior. A brief look of disappointment crossed his face as he saw they were the first to arrive. Pip was not here yet. And even more disappointing, there was no sign of Bilbo or Frodo in the Common Room. He was beginning to regret he had come. Perhaps this was only an elaborate joke of some sort. Estella had gone over to greet some one, an older Hobbit, sitting by the window. Merry strode to the bar and asked the server there to keep it safe behind the counter. He ordered a pint, and sipping at it, walked about the room to stretch his legs a bit after the ride. Joke or not, he intended to enjoy himself while he was here tonight. [ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.