The Green Dragon Inn - Part 6

[Elfwine]

He paused, baffled, yet warmed by the hobbit's comment. "Much thanks." The bouncing of little Buttercup's curls brought a grin, oddly enough, to his face, and a distant look to his eyes. He sighed a wary sigh and shifted his heavy gaze upwards towards the ceiling, veiled in shadows. Slowly, long fingers crept out from their warm retreat inside his sleeves' cuffs to curl about the mug before him. He remained this way for quite some time until the popping and crackling of the fire behind him finally stole his attention. He shook his head as if to clear unwanted thoughts, and threw his eyes in a random direction.

This 'random direction' happened to be towards the counter that rose to the base of the kitchen window. From it approached a young woman, the one he'd nodded to earlier. Her golden tresses told him she was a woman of the Rohirrim; his age, or perhaps a bit younger. He offered her a smile that shined through grey eyes, and afterwards lifted his gaze and placed elsewhere, making a note not to stare too long.

[ October 01, 2003: Message edited by: Elfwine ]