Beren laid in his in his bed, his arms folded behind his neck, propping up an ailing head. Warm, liquid, soreness reverberated throughout his body as muscles slowly unclenched themselves. It hadn't really been a long day, only a nine or ten hours out in the sun. Somehow the stress seemed more to his mind than his body. A soul crying out for...something.
He stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. Dinner had been served a while ago, cook having prepared it quickly and simply in order to save stock for Pio's arrival. He ate it down as fast as he would have any other meal, he'd known quite a few worse in his time.
Smiling to himself he arose out of bed to stand at the windowsill. The moon had barely arisen so early in the evening, it's light was barely enough to illuminate the still ground of the Shire. A part of him twinged for some home he'd never known, some love he'd never imagined..
A call from somewhere in the Inn directed his head up. Eyes pierced the night to no avail. The call wasn't for him anyway, but it did stir something in him, or perhaps it was the sight of the building. Errands all day had kept him busy enough to not have to think more than he needed, it was only at night these stray thoughts whispered among the corners of his soul. Oh how he wished it would rain. A gentle drizzle to wash simple cares away.
The bed called out to him enough to draw his eyes away from the enchantment of the window. Its nearly rock-hard matress gave some support to his back, but it was a world of comfort to him. At least, at any other time it would be. He knew tonight there would be little sleep, his thoughts lingered to much on some faraway wish. His head rested softly on the feather pillow and decided to dream one more thought before sleep. A silent thought of that greatest of emotions, a soul calling out for only one wish, his mind wandered to love.
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