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Old 02-28-2004, 11:51 AM   #40
Feared Half-Elf
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Elkamia glanced around her, at all the people scurrying around. The tables were starting to go into the common room, and the pans were starting to go back into the kitchen. The whole place was a hive of activity.

It was a far cry from the scene only a week ago, when the inn was still smouldering and chaos reigned. A lot had changed, a lot had been destroyed that night.

She shook her head and smiled to herself, massaging her lower left arm. She'd been doing a lot of manual work with the menfolk since the fire, and finally it was showing. It was nothing more than an aching muscle, caused by trying to pull a beam by herself, not a good move when they weighed plenty. She smiled again and stretched, and headed down to the field where some of the horses and ponies still stayed.

Her own silver mare Annufin was here still. She trotted over as Elkamia leapt the fence. She was large, a horse of the elves and bred as a war horse first and foremost. The other few horses still up here grazed peacefully.

She came down here every afternoon, and she needed it more today than any other. Normally she didn't mind when others smoked, the smell of the pipeweed didn't usually bother her. A new pipeweed was around tonight, though, one she hadn't smelled before, borne by that young man Carl. The Hobbits and that dwarf Regin had crowded around him like moths to a lantern at night, but she couldn't stand the stuff. The Hobbits liked it, but to her it was sickly. She had never been a smoker and probably never would be, disgusting habit. Who needed more fog when the skys produced enough already?

She sighed, stroking the mane of Annufin. The sun caught her hair as she stood there, thinking. a lot of her time was spent thinking, that or fighting. She didn't get so much fighting these days, not since she played an important part in the War of the Ring.

She grimaced as the breeze brought her a noseful of that disgusting, sickly pipe weed. Time to get back, she thought, and hurried back to the Inn. She still had work to do before the day was out.
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