[elf-girl-63]

Aranel looked up at the smiling, friendly face and swept some hair out of her bright, shining eyes. He was waiting patiently but she didn't know what to choose. The stranger who had recommended it hadn't mentioned food and she didn't have much clue what Hobbits preferred to eat.

"What would you suggest? I really can't decide," she sighed with relief. As few awkward situations as possible was her aim.

"Well Miss... Aranel. We've cold meat, hot soup, chicken, vegetables, broth, bread, cheese, pies and so on," he rattled the list off with an air of experience and waited once again for her choice.

"Some cheese, meat, soup and bred would be wonderful thank you. And could I possibly have an ale to drink? Thank you..."

"Ferdy it is. And I'm happy to help. But, if you don't mind me saying, you don't seem to be the type of lady to be drinking ale."

"I don't mind at all. I've been travelling a long time and when you do so you tend to get used to certain things. Like sleeping in the same clothes, not washing too often and of course- drinking ale!" She laughed, clear and bright and Ferdy nodded.

She could tell by the look on his face, that Ferdy was trying to work out from whence she came. Many a person had done so and few had any luck. Most didn't ask but those who did impressed her immensely- she did not want to be intimidating but friendly and sociable. Travelling had left Aranel weary and longing for human or hobbit company.

Sighing, she watched as Ferdy disappeared into the kitchen to pass on her order and once he had disappeared, the young lady turned to the fire to warm her hands.