[Falathion]

Putting the hand to his head, Turgon opened his eyes just a little bit. The pain would not allow for widdening them more.

"Bah! By Illuvatar! Does all orcs in middle earth march over me head in this very moment!"

He shook it and tried to force forward his focus, but to no help.

"Some mess this mornin brings yeh, Turgon Hardhammer."

He said to himself, letting go of a great sigh as he staggered to his feet.
Dimmly looking around him, he found that he was standing in a corner of the inn, out of everyones feet and everyones eyes. He chuckled to himself, and felt a light inch in his back.

"Shure these hobbits know to give a drunk a confortable bed to sleep off his ale,"

he said to himself chuckling.
Looking around him, he suddenly saw Pio comming out from a room behind the bar. Turgon staggered over as best he could.

"Mornin to yeh, my dear hobbit!"

Turgon said with an ironic grimace on his face.

"Morning, master Turgon. How are we feeling this morning?"

"Not too well me can assure yeh. Would there be possible to get some breakfast for me belly and some cold running water for me throat?"

Pio nodded, and Turgon went over to the table where he had been drinking the evening before.

[ January 25, 2003: Message edited by: Falathion ]