The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Arwen Eruantale · 05-25-2004, 05:42 PM

The maid seemed nice enough, obviously of Elven descent. Her grey eyes matched the still billowing sky, but held a kind earnestness that it did not. A few almost golden strands of her long hair slipped over her shoulder as she bent her head to her ale.

Niara was still ashamed that she had been caught unawares, and struggled to let it go...The maid new nothing of this internal struggle. And Niara answered softly, still praying for her long dormant smile to waken. "I--"

A tall figure, bathed and hidden in a cloak so black it could hide him from even the moon herself, swept across the room-- and into the corner directly across from her. His piercing eyes had met hers for a split second as he passed..

Regardless of this distraction, she continued without pause, her eyes never leaving the lady before her long enough to warrant disinterest. "I know not how long I shall stay." She said. "I may leave tonight... But for the moment, any traveling I might do is purposeless."

The Man in the corner sat, now with a pipe. Much as she had always imagined the great King Elessar had sat once, as a Ranger. She watched the server bring him an ale. His eyes were all that was visible from the black inside his cloak. Cold. Yet he was alone, much like herself.

But for the company of the lady with her, Niara would at once have retired into the shadowy comfort of her own cloak and hood. But she could not. She missed such times as she had had long ago. Parties around fires with cloaked figures....Mugs of ale...pipes and smoke...stars....

She pushed back a dark strand of hair, it had strayed across her forehead and caught itself on an eyelash. She had always lamented that they were so long, and almost unnaturally dark, they framed her blue eyes almost as if she had painted them like the evil men of an age past.

She took a sip of ale and, pulling her cloak closer around her, returned her attention to the lady --and The Man-- across from her...

Sirithheruwen · 05-26-2004, 04:15 PM

Twylight stepped tentatively into the Green Dragon Inn. Even though it was none too bright outside, she still had to blink several times to get her eyes adjusted to the smoky interior of the inn. She was very much alike to the elves in appearance: She had a tall, slim frame and long light-colored hair. Her eyes were speckled gray set in a fair, unblemished face. But there was one difference. The inner light that seemed to shine forth from within the skin of those of the fair Elven race was missing.

She eyed the many people sitting around, laughing, conversing, and generally having a good time. No one noticed her entrance, and for that she was happy. Twylight had never welcomed the attentions of others; instead she loved more silence and peace and solitude.

Taking a seat by the door, she wrapped herself tightly in her midnight-blue cloak, as if to evade the eyes of everyone in the inn. With a jolt, she realized that the eyes of a man across the room were on her. He was wrapped in a black cloak, slightly weatherstained at the bottom. It seemed as if he were talking to the red-haired woman standing next to him, but his eyes were upon Twylight. She shivered and turned away.

Firefoot · 05-26-2004, 08:01 PM

"Oh. Okay," Lily said. A fire. She knew firsthand the terror of fire, and was glad she hadn't been there to witness it. In fact if Willow hadn't mentioned it, she never would have known. She had hoped Willow would have some more information for her, but she didn't push it. Willow looked awfully tired, almost ready to doze off again right where she sat. Mira, too, seemed only seconds away from dropping off. Lily stifled a yawn. Actually, a nap didn't sound so bad right now... If I don't do something now, I'll probably be the one to fall asleep. She hardly thought falling asleep in the middle of the Common Room would be the best idea in the world. Lily took another sip of tea, even though she figured it would just make her more tired.

She sat back in her chair lazily, surveying the other patrons of the inn. Mostly they were chatting in groups of two's and three's, but there were a few who seemed happy to be sitting by themselves. The whole general mood of the Inn was much more quieter than it had been yesterday, as if everyone else was also still recovering from the party last night.

Lily leaned forward again toward the table, not even bothering to hide her yawn this time.

"I'm awfully tired," Lily said. "And you look it, too. I'm thinking we're not going to be getting much in the way of intelligent conversation right now. What do you think? Perhaps a walk would be nice, as long as the clouds have cleared?"

Lhundulinwen · 05-26-2004, 09:02 PM

Lalanie knew she shouldn't stop at the inn; she had so much farther to go, but it had been many weeks since a good pint... Pushing her way through the door, she was surprised that no one even looked up; the Shire really was absorbed in its self, she thought with a smile. Most everywhere else, especially in Bree, her green cloak and honey eyes usually attracted unwanted attention. Her boots made a small clicking noise against the floor, but it seemed rather loud in the subdued inn.

Sitting down in a corner booth, Lalanie kept her hood up and her clock on. She ordered a pint, and eyed the small groups around her. No one paid attention to the dusty women in the corner, which was perfectly fine with her. Putting her feet up, sipping her pint, Lalanie decided that maybe it was time to spend a little bit of time in the Shire.

Crystal Heart · 05-27-2004, 10:46 AM

Crystal walked into the Inn. She had been away for a while, but not for reasons anyone but possibly Adu would understand.

Angry was no where to be found. All of his belongings still remained at his residence, but not him. If he had left on his own, his favorite pipe would be missing but it was still exactly where he had left it. She had been searching and living alone once more. She had finally given up.

She realized now that a human and a hobbit would never have the same point of view. They would never be together, never have children, and never marry. It was only a silly, worthless dream of hers.

She knew that Hama was still away, heading towards Rohan to take over her father's position as General. He would be a better general then Dorian was. Yet, it didn't explain Adu. She thought that she would be here, but there just wasn't any sign of her.

The gloominess of the now breaking storm had caught up with her heart. She just couldn't come out of it and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

All of her dreams, all of her happy thoughts, everything that had happened since the death of her father had all gone away. Her hopes and dreams of starting a family and marry a man that she loved was out the window. But she would not leave the Shire. She would maintain Angry Brandybuck's house, but she would not stay once he returned. She would move on in that aspect.

She wondered if the Shire people would allow her to build a home of her own. She pondered the thought as she sat down at one of the tables.

Alaksoron · 05-27-2004, 12:18 PM

The stranger gulped down the last of his ale and set down the mug with a heavy thud. He raised his head slowly to regard the red-headed hobbit standing over him. Belatedly he said "Certainly. Be my guest. I do not mind at all. Can I buy you a drink? I don't believe I caught your nam-......."

His attention was diverted by a new arrival to the inn. Not bothering to finish his question he took a long drawl at his pipe and fell once again to mutterings. No one else seemed to notice the weather-cloaked Elf-like apparition that so raptly held his attention.

Alaksoron · 05-27-2004, 04:40 PM

So. At least two others than the red-headed woman standing by his table (she still had not taken her seat) had noticed him. The Elven woman (he assumed she was Elven, though the light of the Valar had left her face) had immediately turned away, wrapping herself in a midnight blue cloak that had undoubtedly cost too much to be used for traveling long distances. His stare had that effect on many people, unfortunately. He was aware that his eyes were cold, a result of the violent life he had led.

The dark-headed woman with long lashes, however, was different. She met his lingering stare with an equally intent one of her own. "Easterling?" he wondered.

He turned to the red-haired woman still tarrying at the corner of the table. "Are you going to stand there forever? You asked to sit here. Sit." Without waiting to ask her he ordered two mugs of ale.

05-26-2004, 04:15 PM	#2
Sirithheruwen Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2003 Location: Wind's Road Posts: 467	Twylight Twylight stepped tentatively into the Green Dragon Inn. Even though it was none too bright outside, she still had to blink several times to get her eyes adjusted to the smoky interior of the inn. She was very much alike to the elves in appearance: She had a tall, slim frame and long light-colored hair. Her eyes were speckled gray set in a fair, unblemished face. But there was one difference. The inner light that seemed to shine forth from within the skin of those of the fair Elven race was missing. She eyed the many people sitting around, laughing, conversing, and generally having a good time. No one noticed her entrance, and for that she was happy. Twylight had never welcomed the attentions of others; instead she loved more silence and peace and solitude. Taking a seat by the door, she wrapped herself tightly in her midnight-blue cloak, as if to evade the eyes of everyone in the inn. With a jolt, she realized that the eyes of a man across the room were on her. He was wrapped in a black cloak, slightly weatherstained at the bottom. It seemed as if he were talking to the red-haired woman standing next to him, but his eyes were upon Twylight. She shivered and turned away. Last edited by Sirithheruwen; 05-26-2004 at 04:32 PM.

05-26-2004, 09:02 PM	#4
Lhundulinwen Wight Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Wishin' and hopin' in the Shire Posts: 139	Lalanie Lalanie knew she shouldn't stop at the inn; she had so much farther to go, but it had been many weeks since a good pint... Pushing her way through the door, she was surprised that no one even looked up; the Shire really was absorbed in its self, she thought with a smile. Most everywhere else, especially in Bree, her green cloak and honey eyes usually attracted unwanted attention. Her boots made a small clicking noise against the floor, but it seemed rather loud in the subdued inn. Sitting down in a corner booth, Lalanie kept her hood up and her clock on. She ordered a pint, and eyed the small groups around her. No one paid attention to the dusty women in the corner, which was perfectly fine with her. Putting her feet up, sipping her pint, Lalanie decided that maybe it was time to spend a little bit of time in the Shire.

05-27-2004, 10:46 AM	#5
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Crystal walked into the Inn. She had been away for a while, but not for reasons anyone but possibly Adu would understand. Angry was no where to be found. All of his belongings still remained at his residence, but not him. If he had left on his own, his favorite pipe would be missing but it was still exactly where he had left it. She had been searching and living alone once more. She had finally given up. She realized now that a human and a hobbit would never have the same point of view. They would never be together, never have children, and never marry. It was only a silly, worthless dream of hers. She knew that Hama was still away, heading towards Rohan to take over her father's position as General. He would be a better general then Dorian was. Yet, it didn't explain Adu. She thought that she would be here, but there just wasn't any sign of her. The gloominess of the now breaking storm had caught up with her heart. She just couldn't come out of it and she wasn't sure she wanted to. All of her dreams, all of her happy thoughts, everything that had happened since the death of her father had all gone away. Her hopes and dreams of starting a family and marry a man that she loved was out the window. But she would not leave the Shire. She would maintain Angry Brandybuck's house, but she would not stay once he returned. She would move on in that aspect. She wondered if the Shire people would allow her to build a home of her own. She pondered the thought as she sat down at one of the tables. __________________ "What you see is exactly what you get. Don't say I didn't warn you."

05-27-2004, 12:18 PM	#6
Alaksoron Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 73	The stranger gulped down the last of his ale and set down the mug with a heavy thud. He raised his head slowly to regard the red-headed hobbit standing over him. Belatedly he said "Certainly. Be my guest. I do not mind at all. Can I buy you a drink? I don't believe I caught your nam-......." His attention was diverted by a new arrival to the inn. Not bothering to finish his question he took a long drawl at his pipe and fell once again to mutterings. No one else seemed to notice the weather-cloaked Elf-like apparition that so raptly held his attention. Last edited by Alaksoron; 05-27-2004 at 12:59 PM.

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05-25-2004, 05:42 PM	#1
Arwen Eruantale Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: My Field of Paper Flowers Posts: 282	Niara The maid seemed nice enough, obviously of Elven descent. Her grey eyes matched the still billowing sky, but held a kind earnestness that it did not. A few almost golden strands of her long hair slipped over her shoulder as she bent her head to her ale. Niara was still ashamed that she had been caught unawares, and struggled to let it go...The maid new nothing of this internal struggle. And Niara answered softly, still praying for her long dormant smile to waken. "I--" A tall figure, bathed and hidden in a cloak so black it could hide him from even the moon herself, swept across the room-- and into the corner directly across from her. His piercing eyes had met hers for a split second as he passed.. Regardless of this distraction, she continued without pause, her eyes never leaving the lady before her long enough to warrant disinterest. "I know not how long I shall stay." She said. "I may leave tonight... But for the moment, any traveling I might do is purposeless." The Man in the corner sat, now with a pipe. Much as she had always imagined the great King Elessar had sat once, as a Ranger. She watched the server bring him an ale. His eyes were all that was visible from the black inside his cloak. Cold. Yet he was alone, much like herself. But for the company of the lady with her, Niara would at once have retired into the shadowy comfort of her own cloak and hood. But she could not. She missed such times as she had had long ago. Parties around fires with cloaked figures....Mugs of ale...pipes and smoke...stars.... She pushed back a dark strand of hair, it had strayed across her forehead and caught itself on an eyelash. She had always lamented that they were so long, and almost unnaturally dark, they framed her blue eyes almost as if she had painted them like the evil men of an age past. She took a sip of ale and, pulling her cloak closer around her, returned her attention to the lady --and The Man-- across from her...

05-26-2004, 08:01 PM	#3
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	"Oh. Okay," Lily said. A fire. She knew firsthand the terror of fire, and was glad she hadn't been there to witness it. In fact if Willow hadn't mentioned it, she never would have known. She had hoped Willow would have some more information for her, but she didn't push it. Willow looked awfully tired, almost ready to doze off again right where she sat. Mira, too, seemed only seconds away from dropping off. Lily stifled a yawn. Actually, a nap didn't sound so bad right now... If I don't do something now, I'll probably be the one to fall asleep. She hardly thought falling asleep in the middle of the Common Room would be the best idea in the world. Lily took another sip of tea, even though she figured it would just make her more tired. She sat back in her chair lazily, surveying the other patrons of the inn. Mostly they were chatting in groups of two's and three's, but there were a few who seemed happy to be sitting by themselves. The whole general mood of the Inn was much more quieter than it had been yesterday, as if everyone else was also still recovering from the party last night. Lily leaned forward again toward the table, not even bothering to hide her yawn this time. "I'm awfully tired," Lily said. "And you look it, too. I'm thinking we're not going to be getting much in the way of intelligent conversation right now. What do you think? Perhaps a walk would be nice, as long as the clouds have cleared?"

05-27-2004, 04:40 PM	#7
Alaksoron Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 73	So. At least two others than the red-headed woman standing by his table (she still had not taken her seat) had noticed him. The Elven woman (he assumed she was Elven, though the light of the Valar had left her face) had immediately turned away, wrapping herself in a midnight blue cloak that had undoubtedly cost too much to be used for traveling long distances. His stare had that effect on many people, unfortunately. He was aware that his eyes were cold, a result of the violent life he had led. The dark-headed woman with long lashes, however, was different. She met his lingering stare with an equally intent one of her own. "Easterling?" he wondered. He turned to the red-haired woman still tarrying at the corner of the table. "Are you going to stand there forever? You asked to sit here. Sit." Without waiting to ask her he ordered two mugs of ale.