Annalaliath road up the path that lead to the Green dragon. She dismounted and tied her mount fast before removing the saddlebags. Fed up with wondering she stops and looks at the warm light pouring out of the inn, it wouldn't matter ir it were day or night the smoky interior and the fire that was alway in the hearth seemed to seep this light into everything about the palce. She loves this inn with its comfy chairs and warm people she could stay here for many a year, but knowing that here old friends were in other places she tentavly decided to day for a month or so....
Her hair was slightly longer than it had been, and her deep blue grey eyes, that seemed to hold a deep seated sadness found the back of Aman's head as she helped the other patrins about the inn. Annalaliath stood poised at the bar her blond short hair fell across her eyes. Her clothes were stained with travel and torn with wear. Across her back she carried her bow, a quiver ,and her sword. In the saddle bags at her mud caked feet she kept her drawing supplies.
As Annalaliath stood there at the bar waiting to catch the manager's eye, her race could be distinctly seen. She was an Elf. Standing alone at a Hobbit bar waiting to be noticed by Aman. She did nothing but look at the bar and wait, watching others out of the corner of her eye.
[ September 04, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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