The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[starkat]

Gwenneth smiled at Peony. "Mae govannen. Yes, I just arrived in town. I rode in this morning." Gesturing for Peony to sit, Gwenneth pulled her hair from her face and tied it back. "Who do I need to see about getting a room and stabling my horse, Elenath?"

Waving her hand around at the room she asked, "What went on last night? It looks like a party of some kind. Is there anything I can do to help?"

[Kitanna]

"A party indeed," Peony laughed. "A sort of re-opening party I guess. Some sort of fire destroyed the inn or something to that extent. As for checking in I think the innkeeper's name is Aman."

Peony looked around at all the things that still needed to be done. She'd eat first and then finish helping clean up. "Would you care to join me for breakfast, Miss..." Peony stopped, she did not know this elf's name. "May I inquire what your name is?"

[starkat]

“I hope no one was injured. Goheno nin, forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Gwenneth." Reaching around her neck, she fingers a small jewel on a chain. "May I ask what your name is and what is the name of this area?” Gwenneth smiles and again beckons for Peony to sit. “Please join me.”

“Could you point out the innkeeper after we finish?” Realizing how hungry she was, Gwenneth decided not to seek out the innkeeper until after breakfast.

[Kitanna]

Peony took a seat across from Gwenneth. "My name is Peony." She waved down one of the Hobbit lassies who worked in the kitchen. The two ordered and the Hobbit was off.

"Now, pardon me for not introducing myself sooner, my name is Peony. And if I may ask, Gwenneth where do you hail from?"

[Quicksilver_Sprite]

A young woman was walking up the road to the inn. Her cloak was a dusty gray, heavily patched and stained from past travels. Freckles were sprinkled across a hawkish nose; her rosebud mouth curved up at the corners with a mischievous air; seaweed colored eyes set deeply in the very pale face darted around, taking in every sight; kinky brown hair that would not be contained completed the picture, raveling down her back. In a few minutes, she stood in front of the doors to the inn, eyeing the emerald dragon painted on the wooden sign, which was swaying ever so slightly in the soft western breeze. After a moment, she had come to the decision that this inn was quite acceptable, and pushed open the doors. Instantly, smells of ale and hearty food drifted out, accompanied by the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the occasional argument.

Walking inside, the young woman plunked herself down on a wooden barstool, and spoke the words that many before her had uttered on that very spot: "Barkeep? I'll have a pint of your finest." As a sort of afterthought, she added, "And would you have some roast chicken?"

[piosenniel]

GREEN DRAGON INN FACTS:

It is the 4th Age, year 12. By the Shire Calendar it is year 1433 S.R. (Shire Reckoning).

King Elessar is on the throne of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor.

Mirkwood has been reclaimed by the Elves and is now called Eryn Lasgalen.

Paladdin Took, Pippin’s father, is Thain of the Shire. (Thain is an honorary title for the military leader of the Shire. The title has been held in the Took Family since the position was first established in 3rd Age 1979 with Bucca of the Marish as First Thain.) Paladdin Took dies in year 13, and will be succeeded by his son, Peregrin, ‘Pippin’, Took.

Samwise Gamgee is Mayor of the Shire, having succeeded Will Whitfoot in 1427 S.R.

The Innkeeper, in the Green Dragon Inn of this forum, is:
Aman – a young woman from Rohan.

Before her, the Innkeeper was Piosenniel, and before her it was Dwarin, the Dwarf.

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Other ongoing characters in the Inn:

Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid

Buttercup Brownlock, Hobbit – not married – kitchen assistant and maid

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Ongoing characters from outside the Inn:

Halfred Whitfoot – local Shiriff from Bywater and Postmaster for this area of the Shire; his pony’s name is Dumpling.

Fredgar Hornblower – local Shiriff from Hobbiton – played by Fool of a Took
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Please Note:

No 'SAVES' are allowed in the Inn (except for modifications needed to be made by the Moderators or Innkeeper).

With the exception of the Innkeeper and the Moderators, no OOC (Out Of Character) comments are allowed in the Inn.

Only the Innkeeper, Amanaduial, or the Moderators move the timeline for the Inn forward.

Visitors to the Inn will need to read the posts that come before theirs to get an idea of what time it is in the Shire, what the weather is like, and what is happening.

Please be familiar with the rules for the Inn and Games in The Red Book of Westmarch, the first topic in the Shire.

[piosenniel]

It is a lovely Spring morning in the Shire.

The time is midmorning and breakfast is still being served, as well as second breakfast.

[Maeggaladiel]

The silver dog whined. He was trapped in a stall and his human was nowhere in sight. The elf woman had visited him several times, but he was otherwise alone.

And that meant that his human was alone! Grunting with the exhertion, Arrow stood on shaking legs. He wasn't in pain; that nasty liquid that Isaac made him drink must still be working. Either that or the elf maid's healings worked very quickly. He sniffed his clean bandages. They reeked of herbs and dried blood, almost overpowering to his sensitive nose. He sneezed.

Time to find his Eleniel.

Standing on his hind legs, the dog hooked his forepaws over the door to his stall. As he had guessed, the lock on the other side was a simple latch. He bent his neck as far down as he could and grasped the latch with his teeth. Wagging his tail gleefully, Arrow unlocked the door and trotted to the Inn. He butted open the Inn door with his head and looked around. Isaac and the elf woman were in one corner, but Eleniel was not with them. She was talking with two other gentlemen.

She was talking to strangers without him?!?! He growled and ran to her, plopping himself down on her feet. His injured leg gave a painful flare of protest, but he ignored it, drooling on her shoe to get her attention.

"Arrow!!" Eleniel cried. "What in Middle Earth are you doing in here!?" Arrow gave her a smug look. If SHE could be here, HE could be here.

[Alaksoron]

A tall, cloaked figure enters the inn. His black cowl shadows much of his face, but his eyes are clearly visible as they dart back and forth across the inn. He does not appear to see what he is searching for and murmurs something unintelligible under his breath.

Silently he takes a seat in the corner, lights a pipe, and orders a pint in a raspy, grating whisper. He appears to wait, most patiently, and his seldom movements are executed with a certain wolfish grace, like a coiled viper about to strike.

[Kitanna]

Peony saw the man come into the inn. He looked mysterious and he took a seat in the corner. She rose from her own seat and headed over.

"Hello there," She smiled reaching out one hand for a handshake and using the other to wipe a strand of red hair out of her, "May I sit with you?"

[Beserker_Warrior]

Bakathirin walked into the Green Dragon Inn.It was a peaceful,quiet morning.There were hobbits walking around and serving people breakfast,ale,and other types of food.He did not pay close attention to any of these details.He was looking for a man from the north, a ranger,as he was. This man's name was R'iven.

Bakathirin did not see him at all,in any corner of the inn and so he turned and walked outside. Bakathirin was 6 feet,6 inches tall( 2 meters).His face and head were cloaked ,but if one looked closely they could tell that he had dark brown hair and a kingly face. There was an unearthly glint in his eye as one who has great knowledge and prowess. He had a noble stature and yet he was weary. He carried a sword forged by the great elvish smiths, a curved knife given to him by Elrond before his departure and a bow of the Galdrim given for valor in the fight against Dol Guldur. Yet for all his weapons from many different places of the world he was from Eryn Lasgalon.

For many long years he had worked along side humans and elves against the evil power of Sauron.Now that fight was over, but there were still evil things in the world as their always would be and because of these evil things he was looking for R'iven, Bakathirin carried news of an uprising of evil on the borders of Buckland.The ents , led by Treebeard were starting to clean up the filth of Saruman,the elves had cleansed Mirkwood now Eryn Lasgalon and now this! Why would R'iven not be at the appointed place at the appointed time.

After roaming the city looking for Bakathirin R'iven gave up the search and turned to go back to the inn when he bumped into someone "Oh forgive me I .... !Bakathirin were have you been I 've been scouring the town looking for you! What news has Suefenel sent with you??"

[Nurumaiel]

As Posco wandered back towards the stable after unsuccessfully searching for his sister and Hal, he saw a faint rustling in one of the trees that stood nearby, and he paused, gazing earnestly up into its depths. There was no further movement or noise, and so with a shrug he moved towards the stable. As he drew near, however, he glanced back at the tree and he was more than a little surprised to see Lily spring lightly to the ground. It was curious that she should be out here rather than searching in the stable. And if she and Blanco had finished their searching, why should she be here and not Blanco? Posco was intrigued, and he desired to ask her, but as he stepped forward to call to her he drew back with a blush, too shy to raise his voice so high.

Lily glanced about her, in a searching manner, and she moved then towards the stable, yet as she approached it she did not enter but turned her steps and went around by the far side. Posco followed, and as she began to turn the corner and direct herself towards the Inn, he raised enough courage to call her softly. She turned, and her face brightened, and her rosy cheeks flushed, and for a moment he felt dizzy gazing upon the loveliness of her face. But, with a countenance that betrayed nothing of his feelings, he approached her, and offered her his arm, saying, 'Miss Lily, before it grows too dark, would you care to stroll about the grounds with me?'

The woman and horse were both limping as they approached the Green Dragon Inn. As the Inn's sign came into view, the human sighed with relief and exhaustion. She tenderly patted her horse's mud-spattered face, whispering words of encouragement as they headed for the barn. Once her restless black mare was safely placed in a stall, the woman moved slowly toward the inn.

It was difficult to tell the woman's age as she shed the grimy hooded cloak and tossed it on the nearest bench. Her huge green eyes held a haunted look, pasted on pale skin. Wearily she deposited her bony frame upon the seat, and asked for water. As she lifted her booted foot to rub her leg, an embroidered name could be see on the footwear and it read: Shaeowyn.

[piosenniel]

~*~ GREEN DRAGON INN FACTS ~*~

The Green Dragon Inn is located in Bywater, just off the Great East-West Road.

It is the 4th Age, year 12. By the Shire Calendar it is year 1433 S.R. (Shire Reckoning).

King Elessar is on the throne of the Reunited Kingdom of Arnor and Gondor.

Mirkwood has been reclaimed by the Elves and is now called Eryn Lasgalen.

Paladdin Took, Pippin’s father, is Thain of the Shire. (Thain is an honorary title for the military leader of the Shire. The title has been held in the Took Family since the position was first established in 3rd Age 1979 with Bucca of the Marish as First Thain.) Paladdin Took dies in year 13, and will be succeeded by his son, Peregrin, ‘Pippin’, Took.

Samwise Gamgee is Mayor of the Shire, having succeeded Will Whitfoot in 1427 S.R.

The Innkeeper, in the Green Dragon Inn of this forum, is: Aman – a young woman from Rohan.

Before her, the Innkeeper was Piosenniel, and before her it was Dwarin, the Dwarf.

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Other ongoing characters in the Inn:

Ruby Brown, Hobbit – not married – server and maid

Buttercup Brownlock, Hobbit – not married – kitchen assistant and maid

Vinca Bunce, widowed, Inn Cook (character played by Piosenniel)

Derufin, General handyman/jack-of-all-trades round the Inn; Man from southwestern Gondor (played by Envinyatar) - AWAY AT PRESENT

Zimzi (Zimziran), wife to Derufin; a skilled potter from Lindon(played by Pio) - AWAY AT PRESENT

Meri - Stablemaster

Tim Woodlock - Stableboy; Wren - his younger sister: humans, originally from Breeland (characters played by Folwren)

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Ongoing characters from outside the Inn:

Halfred Whitfoot – local Shiriff from Bywater and Postmaster for this area of the Shire; his pony’s name is Dumpling.

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Please Note:

No 'SAVES' are allowed in the Inn (except for modifications needed to be made by the Moderators or Innkeeper).

With the exception of the Innkeeper and the Moderators, no OOC (Out Of Character) comments are allowed in the Inn.

Only the Innkeeper, Amanaduial, or the Moderators move the timeline for the Inn forward.

Visitors to the Inn will need to read the posts that come before theirs to get an idea of what time it is in the Shire, what the weather is like, and what is happening.

No violence is allowed in the Inn or on Inn grounds.

Please be familiar with the rules for the Inn and Games in The Red Book of Westmarch, the first topic in the Shire.

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About Elves in Shire RPG's:

Please use this description from Tolkien when crafting an Elf:

Return of the King – Appendix F: Tolkien’s description for the Quendi (The Speakers) – the name given to the Elves by themselves after they first awoke in Middle-earth.

“They were a race high and beautiful, the older Children of the world, and among them the Eldar were as Kings, who now are gone: the People of the Great Journey, the People of the Stars. They were tall, fair of skin and grey-eyed, though their locks were dark, save in the golden house of Finrod; and their voices had more melodies than any mortal voice that is now heard . . .”

Please use this as a guideline for describing your Elven character’s appearance.

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EVERYONE

Please be familiar with The Red Book of Westmarch which gives the rules for posting in the Shire RPG's and in The Green Dragon Inn.

Thanks!

Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

[piosenniel]

TIME OF DAY

It is now a fair evening in the Shire; the stars are out.

There is a large party in the Inn's front yard - tables are loaded with food, desserts, drinks. Several barrels of ale have been tapped, compliments of one of the Hobbit brewmasters.

There are tables and benches scattered over the front lawn. Twinkling little lanterns hang from the trees. To one side of the verandah there is a little stage set up for the musicians and a large area cleared for dancing.

[Wiscott]

A dwarf saunters out of the night, into the subdued light of the lanterns. He is adorned in simple travelling clothes: a corslet, under linen and leather garments designed more to turn the wind than an axe. He rests a halberd upon his shoulder as he surveys the yard; the weapon is of simple, light make, so as to be easier to walk with. He wears no helmet, but prefers a cloak and hood of dark grey. His head is shaven, but for the braided brown hair of his beard.


The dwarf fills his mug -carried all the way from home in the Lonely Mountain- and chooses a seat by himself, removed from all the activity. After draining the beer, he takes out an old, much-used pipe and lights it. Sitting back and observing the activities of the patrons, he kicks off his worn boots and lets the grass soothe his sore feet. Ah, Baldin, it doesn't get much better than this, he thought to himself.

[Salacia Deloresista]

Mirelle felt tears come to her eyes. Laughing, singing, and the smell of food overwhelmed her senses; she sat in the shadows on the edge of the road and cried. She cried out of relief, cried for fear and exhaustion and hunger, cried for a simple lack of anything better to do. She had left, she had made it out, but now, confronted with the where and why and how of life on her own, she had no idea where to start.

Off to one side was a barn, tall and open with comfortingly deep shadows. Mirelle headed towards it cautiously, and after hearing no noises, went inside. It was a far cry from the barn at home. These were not plow horses, big and bulky and built to work. These were travelers' horses, light animals that could cover long distances. Mirelle snuck a quick glance at them, but didn't stop for long. She had more important things in mind. In the back, she knew, would be a ladder. The ladder led up to the loft and the loft would be safe. She could decide what to do without worry of discovery. She climed, but no sooner had she reached the top and sat down when sleep claimed her, all thoughts of tomorrow driven away by the black behind her eyelids.

[Thinlómien]

Brith knew she was drunk. She had taken a bit more than the one beer she had originally decided to take. There were people coming in and being warmly welcomed. But one lonely young woman sitting on the yard drinking beer had been totally ignored. Why me? No one loves me. No one in this world. That's why he left me. He didn't love me. There's nothing to love in me. I'm an unloveable creature.

Drinking had never been good for Brith's mind.

There's one person in the whole world who doesn't hate me. And he happens to be a horse. How great. Brith laughed bitterly. And he loves me only because I give him food. Brith bought an apple. She wanted to feel loved. And the only one to offer it for her here was a gray stallion who happened to love apples.

Brith headed to the stables. She found her horse Grayday easily. She went to him and patted him. The horse let her even hug himself, but it's interest was focused to the apple in Brith's hand. Sighing, she gave it to him. "There you go, my love. I hope you're happier than I am tonight."

[Forest Elf]

Walking along the road, feeling down hearted after another long day of traveling and had seen no one else in the day, the young elf; Taima, heard the music off in the distance. She lifted her head and smiled, her worn and patched cape blowing gently around her in the breeze, her unrully brown curls catching the breeze, she cluched at her precious bag, her twinkling gray/blue eyes looked up the road and see's the crowd around the inn, taking notice of the latern's hung in the tree tops.

Taima walked up the road and read the sign, ~The Green Dragon Inn~. Surely this would be a good place to rest for the night, and maybe, just maybe, she could meet some new friends. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked upto the desk, her bluish gray eyes sparkling with hope she asks, "Excuse me miss, is there any room in the inn? I've come a long way and it would be nice to have a cozy place to stay for the night. I am Taima Moore. I come from Linhir."

[Glirdan]

Gróin looked up at Lily. She had an air of impatience about her. He looked over at the Hobbit she was with when he suddenly realised it. This must be the Hobbit she's in love with! Oh my! What bad timing! "I'm sorry my friend!! I don't know what got into me. I was sure someone was after me. I heard creaking outside my door. And before I came in, I heard a voic that sounded like Sarin's. I was sure that someone was following me."

He looked back and forth between the two, hopping they would believe him. "I swear to you I'm not insane! I need you to believe me! I think..." Should I tell them what I think? Should I say what's really going on in my head? Gróin took and deep breath to calm himself down before he went on. "I think that there may be two possiblities. Neither of them are probable, yet neither of them are that far-fetched either. I think that either Sarin is alive and is here but not letting me know, or someone is trying to make me look bad. Why, I don't quite know. But as I told you earlier Lily, Sarin disappeared and was never seen again. That's why neither of them are probable." He looked at them again. "Please. You have to believe me. I beg of you."