Isilmë

Isilmë was wandering along the road at the morning and his mood was on top and he whistled loudly as he walked. He stopped as his keen grey eyes noticed a sign standing by the road. 'The Green Dragon Inn' he read loudly for himself, 'It sure sounds nice to me'. He started to walk towards the quite big house that the sign pointed at, as he assumed that the house would be it.

He could see through the windows that breakfast was still getting served and he got reminded of how hungry he was, since he had not eaten any breakfast that morning. He noticed that the Inn was quite crowded and many seemed very busy about eating. The cook's must be busy today, he thought and opened the door to the Inn.

He was met by a murmur of voices and a nice, tempting smell of breakfast. Some of those who sat close to the entrance stopped eating and talking and looked up at Isilmë as he entered. He greeted them with a smile and walked over to the counter that obviously was serving breakfast, as he could see carrots and piled bowls on that counter.

A hobbit lass served him a bowl with some kind of porridge that Isilmë had never seen before. He also got a piece of bread and an apple. 'There is tea here, master elf, if you would like having it after your breakfast?' the lass said and smiled. 'Thank you' Isilmë replied and bowed.

He went over to an empty table and sat down starting eating the porridge. Isilmë thought that it must have been some kind of a domestic food, however he'd like it. The bread was delicious, and after finishing his breakfast Isilmë felt a joy and a wellbeing feeling that he had not felt for many hundred years. He almost felt young again, and he wanted the feeling to stay forever.

Isilmë rose up and walked over to the counter again and the lass now gave him a cup of tea. 'Your welcome' she said and handed the cup to Isilmë. 'Thank you most kindly, my lady.' The lass seemed to blush after Isilmë's reply and he went back to his table, now sipping on his tea and just enjoying the beautiful morning.

Isilmë could see another elf standing talking to a young woman that he assumed would be the innkeeper. It was a long time ago since he'd last talked an elf, as he tried to remember it came to him that it must have been in Eryn Lasgalen. He wanted to talk someone, but couldn't see anyone that wasn't busy with something else. He continued looking for a while, still in hope of seeing someone.