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Tevildo · 06-24-2005, 08:21 PM

Slinking out of the Common Room, Tevildo traced his path to the stairwell that led to the upstairs bedrooms. Daintily, he mounted the steps one by one, hiding in the shadows so that few paid him any heed. Once or twice, he directly encountered guests walking downstairs intent on joining the evening's festivities. The cat skillfully eluded the eager, extended hands of two children who came chasing after him, turning around to hiss at them, and then bounding up the the remaining steps two at a time. Finally, Tevildo came to the first landing and ran down the hall to its very end where there was a closed and locked door, only large enough for a hobbit to go through without bending over. Seemingly, the steps disappeared.

The Green Dragon Inn was the only building in Hobbiton or Bywater that could boast three floors and an attic. Although a number of hobbits now built their dwellings above ground, it was still uncommon for any structure to have stairs or an upper floor. On the rare occasions when a farmer wanted extra sleeping quarters for kin, he might build a straw loft and prop up a ladder for the children to scamper to bed. The Dragon, however, was different. It stood proud and tall, three stories high, situated on a hillside that commanded a sweeping view of the surrounding landscape. There had been times in the past when Innkeepers Piosenniel and Aman had made their way up to the very top floor and crawled into the attic just so they could get a fine view of things and a little breathing space of their own.

Tevildo knew none of these things as he ran down the hall and stood outside the small door putting up a terrible ruckus. He was frankly going on instinct. He wanted to look again at that fine carved table, which had been set outside at the wedding, and had somehow disappeared. A small voice inside his head whispered that the two-leggeds, being somewhat dense and not recognizing the value of the table, had stupidly moved the piece of furniture up the steps to store in the attic. Tevildo was intent on finding it again.

The top floor of the Inn was presently shut down. The number of guests staying on the lower floors did not warrant opening up extra rooms. When the Faire came later in the month that situation would change, and all the chambers would be filled to overflowing. For the moment, however, the only residents on the top floor were two serving hobbits who often forgot to lock their doors behind them. Tevildo heard light footsteps approaching, coming down the steps behind the locked door. The minute the door opened, he skittering underneath the young hobbit's legs as she deftly made her way into the hallway, anxious to run downstairs to help in the kitchen as she was supposed to do. The young lass did not even notice the small cat that slipped through the door unnoticed and bounded up the narrow steps.

06-24-2005, 08:21 PM	#2049
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Tevildo Slinking out of the Common Room, Tevildo traced his path to the stairwell that led to the upstairs bedrooms. Daintily, he mounted the steps one by one, hiding in the shadows so that few paid him any heed. Once or twice, he directly encountered guests walking downstairs intent on joining the evening's festivities. The cat skillfully eluded the eager, extended hands of two children who came chasing after him, turning around to hiss at them, and then bounding up the the remaining steps two at a time. Finally, Tevildo came to the first landing and ran down the hall to its very end where there was a closed and locked door, only large enough for a hobbit to go through without bending over. Seemingly, the steps disappeared. The Green Dragon Inn was the only building in Hobbiton or Bywater that could boast three floors and an attic. Although a number of hobbits now built their dwellings above ground, it was still uncommon for any structure to have stairs or an upper floor. On the rare occasions when a farmer wanted extra sleeping quarters for kin, he might build a straw loft and prop up a ladder for the children to scamper to bed. The Dragon, however, was different. It stood proud and tall, three stories high, situated on a hillside that commanded a sweeping view of the surrounding landscape. There had been times in the past when Innkeepers Piosenniel and Aman had made their way up to the very top floor and crawled into the attic just so they could get a fine view of things and a little breathing space of their own. Tevildo knew none of these things as he ran down the hall and stood outside the small door putting up a terrible ruckus. He was frankly going on instinct. He wanted to look again at that fine carved table, which had been set outside at the wedding, and had somehow disappeared. A small voice inside his head whispered that the two-leggeds, being somewhat dense and not recognizing the value of the table, had stupidly moved the piece of furniture up the steps to store in the attic. Tevildo was intent on finding it again. The top floor of the Inn was presently shut down. The number of guests staying on the lower floors did not warrant opening up extra rooms. When the Faire came later in the month that situation would change, and all the chambers would be filled to overflowing. For the moment, however, the only residents on the top floor were two serving hobbits who often forgot to lock their doors behind them. Tevildo heard light footsteps approaching, coming down the steps behind the locked door. The minute the door opened, he skittering underneath the young hobbit's legs as she deftly made her way into the hallway, anxious to run downstairs to help in the kitchen as she was supposed to do. The young lass did not even notice the small cat that slipped through the door unnoticed and bounded up the narrow steps.