Marmadoc Bundin son of Drogo from Tookbank road up on his brave pony Dewdrop. Dewdrop is a pleasant soul to know; her jolly face and grey coat with dapples are only some of her great traits.
Marmadoc rode up a small incline in the road, he could now see the bright outline of the Green Dragon Inn, with little lamps lighting up the windows. As he drew closer to the inn he directed his attention towards the stable where he would keep dewdrop for the night.
He was just walking out from the stall when his blue cloak became entrapped by a protruding nail. Marmadoc wrestled with his cloak, twisting and turning he managed to get loose with little damage to his garment, but with the force he used he lost his balance ending up almost completly covered with straw. Dewdrop snickered at him, Marmadoc gave her a hard look with his big green eyes, he sat up dusting himself off as if nothing happened 'right then I ment to do that all in a days work' he picked out the straw from the gold buttons on his petticoat.
Marmadoc slowly opened the inn door, peering through at the bustling inn Dwarves and other Hobbits dancing round and singing.
He walked over casually to the counter asking for a pint of ale, but before he could finish his request the women on the other side made a comment 'dear sir were you sleeping in a barn?' Marmadoc looked at her puzzled 'why no of course not why do you ask?' he questioned 'you have straw in your hair' she giggled.
He shook his head straw falling here and there, he went over to a table by the fireplace to warm himself.
|