The graceful elf trotted up the path on a grey horse. She remembered this place, on a night long ago she had come here. It seemed like an age since she had been in this place, so much had happened after leaving here. Beruthiel dismounted her horse and led him to the stables.
She then walked to the front where the door was. In her mind she almost felt afraid to go inside, she hadn't talked to anyone for so long. Plucking up her courage she pushed to door open gently and slipped in as quietly as she could. The inn looked and felt the same as it had before, cosy and warm. There were many people, elves, men, hobbits and, to her disgust, even dwarves.
She walked up to the bar, feeling very unsure of herself and sat down silently. She removed her green hood to reveal her long, brown hair. The bar-maid came up and Beruthiel ordered an ale. She waited to see if anyone would speak to her.
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~I am not young enough to know everything~ Oscar Wilde
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