[Mantauriel]

Dimgwrthien rides up on a white horse, looking about the horizon for signs of anyone before entering the inn. She throws her head back and hopes for rain to approach later.

Entering the inn, she sees a crowd of people. Dimgwrthien sits in a corner chair, watching everyone and waiting to order. Her cloak gets cast aside along with the fingerless gloves her favored. Sighing, her eyes closed and she thought on the past.

Ruby walks up to Dimgwrthien, who just opened her eyes, trying to know rid the thoughts from the Third Age.

"What would you like?" the hobbit asks the Elf.

"Hm... just water." The dark cloak had somehow tangled on the clumsy Elfling as she tried to sit up. "Darn..." she muttered under her breath. Her voice was soft and graceful like any Elf's, but she muttered a few words that noone would be able to hear. She shook her head as the hobbit retreated and fixed her wond blown hair.

"Illuvater... Why do the Ages pass like wind?" she breathed into her soft hands. A moment later, she saw Ruby walk back up to her. "Thank you," she purred to the hobbit as she was handed the cup. Outside the wondow, the clouds remained, and Dimgwrthien opened up some random book she found in her pocket, written in Quenya. "What's this?" Without looking at the title, she read a fewpages of it, waiting to anything to happen.

[ November 02, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]