The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

[Ainaserkewen]

While resting, Dalomy had very strange dreams.

I dreamed that I was on top of a grassy hill, covered in strange gold flowers. I was with my mother and brother on the top of this hill, but far beneath us, on the ground, were my father and two brothers. Rangers who were killed in battle. They looked at us as smiled. My father waved us to join him and I felt an overwhelming urge to, but my mothers hand wouldn't let me. But my brother was stronger than I and ran down to meet them, when a fog separated us and I could not see them anymore. The urge stopped and I looked at my mother who pushed me down the hill into the fog, then I saw no more.

Dalomy closed her journal and looked around her small inn room. It had been days since she'd ventured from it. Her arm was healing and was covered with clean white bandages. She did not feel dizzy anymore and could pace about her room. She made a quick decision and left out her door. It was time to start her quest proparly and have a good breakfast.

Many things were happening down in the common room. Lots of talking and drinking and music. Dalomy, suddenly remebering that she was far from anyone who loved her, was shy. She sat in a corner and closed her cload around her. She did not order yet, but she tried to hide herself from these strangers.

Could any of them know my brother? Or the cheif of the Dunedain? She wondered silently. She decided to hang back until she felt comfortable. Although the desire to start her search was tremedous, so was her fear.