The Green Dragon - Part 2

[Burzdol]

The heavy quiver and bow were weighing down Burzdol's right shoulder. Boy, Rivendell bows sure are light, but cumbersome. The long Mirkwood sword hung at his side, his hand clutching it in case of open conflict. Usually good natured, he had to fight quite a bit on his way to the inn. Laughing at a joke he had just overheard he walked a little farther in.

"Has anyone seen a dwarf named Bali," he asked. No one answered. No one even cared to listen. Well, I guess I'm going to have to find him myself. Slowly a women walked over to Burzdol.
"You new here?" she asked.
"Just passing by, I guess," he replied
"Where are you from?" she asked.
"The faithful woods of Mirkwood. Though I haven't been back there in a while. I miss walking the woods and riding Erigan, my horse. My friend Bali was supposed to meet me here. He is a jolly, but deadly dwarf. He is one of my oldest friends," he slowly explaned to the pretty girl.
"Can't say I know the names of any dwarves around here," she said, her eyes wandering.

The two found a small booth and sat down.
"So what is your name, tell me more of your story," she said sincerely.
"Well, my name is Burzdol Mora. My father is a stuwart of Gondor, I guess you could say that means that I'm part Numenarean. My mother, though, was a Mirkwood elf and I got traits from each. When I was eight my father gave me this sword, and said he had to go back to Gondor. I miss him so much, he taught me how to weild a sword, ride a horse, and make Gondor chilie. He was never to good with a bow, though, so my mother taught me everything I know. My mother raised me 'till I was old enough to venture in and out," he said as if he could see it in his mind.
"Sounds like you had an interesting childhood. How 'bout a drink?" she slowly asked.
"Sure, do they have malt beer?" Burzdol asked. "I haven't had one of those in a while."
"Two malt beers," she called to the bartender.
"So tell me your story now that I told you mine," he persisted.
"All I can tell you now is my name is Eltor," she said as an older, burly man walked by glaring at the two. "I got to go, bye."

With that the girl walked away. I wonder what that was about? Now where is Bali?

[ February 11, 2003: Message edited by: Burzdol ]