[Gelmir]

Gelmir:

When all was quiet, and the hobbits were sufficiently drunk, Gelmir saw his time right to enter the inn. His bright eyes glittered in the early morning light and he smiled and pushed the door open. His green cape blended into the green grass of his surroundings while he was outside. As he stepped over to the bar, he looked at all the different people who were talking casually or mumbling slurring sentences to each other.

There were two elves at a table in a corner, a small hobbit sitting by the fire and several hobbits rushing around in the kitchen. One Hobbit stopped him and said;

“Where is the land of many food?” he was obviously drunk,

“I know not, kind sir,” answered Gelmir, “I cannot say I have heard of it.”

“Well, tell me when you taste it.” Then he stumbled around and hit the wall and fell down.

“ Hello, I’m Gelmir, I am the great-great nephew of Gelmir of Nargothrond, brother of Gwindor. I am here to seek Ale!” he found some at the bar and came back to the drunken Hobbit who was calling him.

“Why don’t you find me a pint?”
“Here, take mine,” said Gelmir, “I am not that thirsty.” The drunken Hobbit took it gladly and drank it.

“Any way, as I was saying, I also want to try and fit in with the crowd.” He explained, “Some may dislike me, others may not, but if any one wants to on a quest with me just tell me when to go and I’ll join your Party, if you ask kindly.” The old hobbit looked at Gelmir in confusion. Gelmir had a wide grin on his face. He loved to jest like so.
“Of course most of you are.” He mused, “I have come from Lorien and I am the eldest of my generation, I have two brothers, Gilgond and Gaerglín, they are only young.”

Gelmir went to sit down next to the fire when it seemed like the old Hobbit was about to throw up. He felt it would be polite to leave him to his business.

“ahh”, He whispered.