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Child of the 7th Age · 02-02-2005, 12:35 AM

By the time that Bella awoke, Cook had been up and about for several hours cleaning up the mess in the kitchen left from the night before and making sure that the guests at the Inn had ample fare for breakfast. True to her word, Cook had left the stranger two small pots hanging from a hook over the small hearthfire in the parlor: one with honeyed tea and the other filled with chicken soup, which many healers swore was a good remedy for all manner of ailments and woes.

Bella sat up on the sofa, yawned, stretched, and glanced around the room. She put her feet on the floor and unsteadily stood up, hanging on to a nearby night table to steady her balance. The events of the night before were no more than a misty haze. Bella remembered falling asleep in the back of the wagonbed, and recalled that several lads and a young hobbit lass had come outside to help her. She even had a vague memory of being carried inside the Inn and laid out on this sofa, with the whole process being supervised by someone who went by the name of "Cook".

Filled with curiosity to see where she was, Bella ran to the parlour window and looked outside. Just a few feet away was a road filled with all manner of folk who were no taller than herself. This strange sight filled her with extraordinary delight. Beyond the road she could glimpse well ordered fields boasting an assortment of crops, sheep and cows scattered over adjoining pastures, and the whole scene hemmed about with thick hedges and rolling hills. It was just as Cami had described. She had seen very little travelling in the back of the wagon underneath the straw and heavy canvas covers. This was the first real glimpse of the Shire she had gotten. Bella promised herself that someday she would go and visit Tukborough, which was where her father had spent his youth. And also to the Marrish from which her mother's people hailed.

Her own clothes had disappeared, but someone had kindly thought to provide another skirt and tunic, and a cap to tie upon her head. The woman dressed quickly, then sat down and poured herself a cup of tea. She filled a second mug with chicken soup. She had finished off the soup and was about to start on the sweet tea when there was a sharp knock on the door. "Do come in," she promply replied....

02-02-2005, 12:35 AM	#1366
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Bella Took By the time that Bella awoke, Cook had been up and about for several hours cleaning up the mess in the kitchen left from the night before and making sure that the guests at the Inn had ample fare for breakfast. True to her word, Cook had left the stranger two small pots hanging from a hook over the small hearthfire in the parlor: one with honeyed tea and the other filled with chicken soup, which many healers swore was a good remedy for all manner of ailments and woes. Bella sat up on the sofa, yawned, stretched, and glanced around the room. She put her feet on the floor and unsteadily stood up, hanging on to a nearby night table to steady her balance. The events of the night before were no more than a misty haze. Bella remembered falling asleep in the back of the wagonbed, and recalled that several lads and a young hobbit lass had come outside to help her. She even had a vague memory of being carried inside the Inn and laid out on this sofa, with the whole process being supervised by someone who went by the name of "Cook". Filled with curiosity to see where she was, Bella ran to the parlour window and looked outside. Just a few feet away was a road filled with all manner of folk who were no taller than herself. This strange sight filled her with extraordinary delight. Beyond the road she could glimpse well ordered fields boasting an assortment of crops, sheep and cows scattered over adjoining pastures, and the whole scene hemmed about with thick hedges and rolling hills. It was just as Cami had described. She had seen very little travelling in the back of the wagon underneath the straw and heavy canvas covers. This was the first real glimpse of the Shire she had gotten. Bella promised herself that someday she would go and visit Tukborough, which was where her father had spent his youth. And also to the Marrish from which her mother's people hailed. Her own clothes had disappeared, but someone had kindly thought to provide another skirt and tunic, and a cap to tie upon her head. The woman dressed quickly, then sat down and poured herself a cup of tea. She filled a second mug with chicken soup. She had finished off the soup and was about to start on the sweet tea when there was a sharp knock on the door. "Do come in," she promply replied....