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littlemanpoet · 06-10-2004, 08:17 PM

"Mr. Falowik, if I may ask, where do you hail from? And what brings you to the Green Dragon?"

"Falowik Stonewort is the name, Miss Peony, and I hail from Bree. I am happy to meet you and ask forgiveness for my ill mannered ways. I am not used to being among so many people." It was thanks to one Elven woman in particular that he was as free of speech as he was. He cast his glance over the crowd, to the bar, and saw Uien behind it, helping Aman with a crush of customers seeking refills. Their eyes met. His heart filled, and he could not help but smile.

"And what brings you here?" Peony reminded him.

He turned his attention back to the maiden. "Forgive me. I have been on an errand into the Hills of Evendim to the north, and have lately returned, my errand completed. You may have heard Master Eodwine of Rohan telling his tale. It was I who saw him captured and reported it here, and the Master of Buckland, a friend to Master Eodwine, put out a commission and reward to bring Eodwine back. I did little but help steer the errand runners on their way, but those with me have proven themselves to be heroes and Hobbits, Humans, and Elves of great heart. But I run on and on without answering your question. Aman and others here took great interest in the fate of Eodwine, and we are here to deliver the news that he is alive and well."

"And what of you?" Falowik gave Jean and Peony glances, including them both in the question. "I am eager to hear both your stories, but far be it from me to say who should be the first teller!"

06-10-2004, 08:17 PM	#298
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Falowik "Mr. Falowik, if I may ask, where do you hail from? And what brings you to the Green Dragon?" "Falowik Stonewort is the name, Miss Peony, and I hail from Bree. I am happy to meet you and ask forgiveness for my ill mannered ways. I am not used to being among so many people." It was thanks to one Elven woman in particular that he was as free of speech as he was. He cast his glance over the crowd, to the bar, and saw Uien behind it, helping Aman with a crush of customers seeking refills. Their eyes met. His heart filled, and he could not help but smile. "And what brings you here?" Peony reminded him. He turned his attention back to the maiden. "Forgive me. I have been on an errand into the Hills of Evendim to the north, and have lately returned, my errand completed. You may have heard Master Eodwine of Rohan telling his tale. It was I who saw him captured and reported it here, and the Master of Buckland, a friend to Master Eodwine, put out a commission and reward to bring Eodwine back. I did little but help steer the errand runners on their way, but those with me have proven themselves to be heroes and Hobbits, Humans, and Elves of great heart. But I run on and on without answering your question. Aman and others here took great interest in the fate of Eodwine, and we are here to deliver the news that he is alive and well." "And what of you?" Falowik gave Jean and Peony glances, including them both in the question. "I am eager to hear both your stories, but far be it from me to say who should be the first teller!"