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Old 03-16-2006, 10:05 AM   #118
Folwren
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Thornden walked aimlessly along the hall where the real roof and building of the old inn still stood, mostly untouched. He could hardly stand having nothing to fill his hands with. The last week had gone well, and he had had things to do and was kept busy. But todays rain kept further building out of the question. He sighed deeply and his hands dug unconciously deeper in his pockets. Passing the kitchen and hearing voices from within, he stuck his head in, and almost immediately withdrew it, chuckling.

"Dear old Falco," he murmured, heading towards the roofless Great Room. He had rather grown to like the inhabitants of the Hall, and the hobbit not in the least. He was still smiling as he stepped out of the door. He stopped almost on the threshold and stared only briefly as he saw Eodwine practically leaping up to his feet to great an elderly lady just arrived. Seeing that Eodwine was clearly about to be occupied, Thornden looked away and walked across the floor and exited the protection of the cattle hide roof.

The rain was not very heavy, but it had been falling steadily all morning. He ducked his head a little lower and walked a bit faster until he stepped into the dim warmness of the stables. Once there, he shook his head , sending the small droplets flying from his hair. He had not yet had time to look at the stables and now that it was rather wet and dreary elsewhere (he usually found rain wet and dreary), he figured it would be a good time to come and look about.

With genuine curiosity he set forth. He noticed with satisfaction the cleaniness of the place and smiled as he recalled Leof's arrival. He hadn't talked to the young man much, except to give a few random orders as the case required. At the first stall he stopped and looked over the door. In the stall, a large, grey mare stood munching calmly on her morning hay. She looked briefly at Thornden, and apparently decided that she'd rather eat than greet him properly and turned back to take another mouthful. Thornden grinned and passed on.

Some of the following stalls were empty, and others had horses in them. Only half of the animals came to recieve a kindly petting and then return to their breakfast, whereas the others chose to almost ignore him entirely. The last stall he came to had not only a fine looking steed in it, but also Leof busy grooming him. At the moment, he had one arm thrown over the horse's withers for support as he bent half over and brushed under his belly. Thornden folded his arms and leaned against the post. In a moment, Leof stood upright, and Thornden spoke.

"Good morning, Leof! Hard at work?"

The youth turned quickly and a smile flashed briefly over his features. "Good morning, sir. Yes, I am." Thornden nodded and looked approvingly at the shiny sides of the horse.

"Who's horse is that?"

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