The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

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After having conversations with a few of the characters in the inn, Bredan decided that he would have one more drink and then go off to bed ready to go and see Master Meriadoc in the morning about borrowing a horse, Bredan finished this thought with a yawn, which made him change his mind about the last drink, he ate the last bit of bread left on his plate and departed. As Bredan pushed through the crowd to his room, and the crowd was probably the biggest at the inn since he had arrived, Bredan must have said ‘excuse me’ a thousand times, each with a reply from the friendly customers of Lady Aman. As he pushed through saying excuse me he heard a variety of voices and each accompanied by a different smell. But after he had said one ‘excuse me’ he heard the voice and smelt the smell that comforted him.

“Ah, Lady Aman, may I have a word, once more tonight?” Bredan said not wanting to look in to her eyes to much as he knew she could not be his and did not want to get caught by her beauty again.

“Certainly Master Bredan” the loveliest voice in the room replied.

“Well in the morning I am going to Master Meriadoc’s to see about the use of one of his steed’s, and I am already a bit nervous about meeting the Gentlehoibbit, I was wondering if you would accomapny me, or at least write me letter telling him that you sent me, or even direct me in how to act, as you know him.”

Bredan looked at the floor, for a second, he then glanced at Lady Aman. She looked as if she was thinking, of an excuse or if she had anything planned Bredan could not guess.

[Umwë]

The sky was clear and the stars lighted up Tom’s walk down the small road to the Inn. He sighed and picked up and handful of the most beautiful flowers you can imagine from the little lawn beside the road. They glistened in the dim light from the crescent moon and the twinkling stars. He loved flowers, his dream was that some day he could get a job somewhere as a gardener. He had learned a lot about flowers from his old father that was a gardener in Hobbiton. The flowers smelled wonderful and he wished that moment would last forever. At least the smell of the flowers. He straightened his back and grumbled, his back had started to hurt more and more the last two months. He started to freeze a little and started to run to the Inn as he saw the lighted windows in the dark. He really wanted to sit in a nice comfortable armchair that they had in the common room, and a tiny little stool for his feets that had started to sore.

He stopped outside the door and rest before he entered. Now he felt thirsty after the little run to the Inn. He hanged his hat on a hook beside the door and his face turned out in a big smile and he said “Good evening everyone!” He decided to first of all have an ale in the bar before doing anything else. He felt his feets sore again. Ouch, I really need to rest, he thought and looked down at his feets. On the way to the Inn he had stumbled and a bush with thorns had scratched his right foot. It was bleeding a little but Tom had taken his handkerchief as a bandage around his foot. It looked funny but Tom didn’t care much, and he felt annoyed at a dwarf that stared more than anyone else. He snorted and sat down a few barstools away from the dwarf, the dwarf looked down in the counter and tried to look like he didn’t care. Tom ignored the dwarf and ordered an ale. Ah, the ale here must be the best in the Shire, I’ve never tasted anything like it, he thought and took another sip. As he sat there watching people he saw that it was quite many elves visiting the Inn today. I like elves, they seem nice, I wish I could talk to someone of them, he thought and fell into thoughts about the stories he had heard about elves when he was a little lad. He finished his ale and was just about to take up his handkerchief to clean the foam from the ale he had around his mouth when he realized that his handkerchief was tied around his foot. He mumbled something and made swift move with the back of his hand to clear away the foam. He jumped down from the stool and made his way to the common room.

He sat down in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. The common room was quite empty and Tom cleared his throath to say something but he didn’t say antyhing. He removed the handkerchief from his foot and saw that he was about to get a scar. He sighed and put his handkerchief in the pocket. He laid his feets on a tiny stool in front of the fireplace to warm them. He glanced at an elf that stood a few meters away from his chair.

He felt bored and wanted to talk to someone that could tell him news and other stories and adventures from all around Middle-Earth, cause Tom had never left the boarders of the Shire. But some day I will, he thought.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman nodded obligingly at Bredan, smiling at him. "Of course, Bredan. I will write one directly - please, just give me a few minutes to deal with some of the newer customers."

The Gondorian nodded hastily, mumbling something in reply and still avoiding Aman's eyes. The Innkeeper sighed inwardly - so she had made him feel awkward. It wasn't surprising, she supposed - indeed, she had expected that he may have felt embarassed or, more likely, angry - but currently, she rather wished it had been angry. At least then it would have been over more quickly. Still, she knew she had done the right thing: Bredan had to be set straight. And as he had hopefully said before, maybe if he came back to the Inn another time, and she was able to get the know him better, maybe they would become better friends.

And maybe someday if Snaveling returns.... Aman cut off the wistful thought before it could develop into anything more, dispelling thoughts of the Numenorian. Bad case of rose-tinted glasses, that is, she rebuked herself. He was hardly the perfect customer now, was he?!

Rounding the counter, the Innkeeper came to the fireplace to where a newcomer had sat down, positioning himself with apparently a great deal of relief in one of the chairs, carefully propping his feet up on the footstool in front of it and giving a small sigh. Aman smiled slightly at the hobbit's contentment and strategically ignored the odd way in which one of his feet was bandaged - the hobbit was inspecting it critically himself already from his chair.

"Good evening, sir, can I get you anything?" Aman asked politely, taking her notebook out from a deep pocket in her skirt. The hobbit jumped slightly at her voice, looking across at hobbit-level, then up to the source of the voice, his eyes widening as he realised the woman addressing him was one of the Big Folk. Aman smiled back and continued. "We're still serving supper and drinks, of course, if you intend to stay simply for the evening - or maybe you would like a room if you mean to stay longer?"

[Umwë]

”Good evening, sir, can I get you anything?” a voice behind him said. Tom turned around and saw that it was the Innkeeper, Aman, herself with a smile on her lips. He jumped up but blushed, he had never spoken to anyone of the Big Folks before, and he had hard to find the right words.

“Well, hrm, n-nothing, every thing i-is just fin, t-thank you!” He got quiet for a second and looked down at his feet. He noticed that his wound was still bleeding. He tried to hide it by putting his left foot in front of his right. He looked up at Aman again and he thought it felt like his face was burning. Oh, why do I always blush, he thought and then took a deep breath and said very fast “After all a room for the night could be nice! If that’s.. possible... m’lady!” He blushed again and looked at Aman.

For the first time in his whole life he actually spoke to one of the Big Folks. He was so excited about that he jumped up and down a little of exitment, he hoped she didn’t notice that. He had already made the whole situation very embarrassing for him. He also hoped she wouldn’t laugh or get insulted for his bad manners.

After all she smiled to him so it couldn’t be that bad. Tom relaxed and felt that he didn’t blush anymore and he started to smile too. He felt much better now after all, except for his foot. Suddenly it began to stung in his foot. It still bled quite much. He hissed a muffled Ouch as he put a hand over his mouth. He slowly moved backwards and sat down in the chair. He pinched his eyes and when he opened them he could barely see. His gaze was blurred of tears. “M-maybe something that could h-help my foot, p-please, m’lady” he said and felt how he blushed a little again. Hope it won't get infected!

As the night drew on, Faeradel Aramdial grew weary and decided it was time for a break in his journey. Faeradel was a human, but a tall one at that. Infact one could almost mistake him as an elf at first glance. His frayed, tattered leather over coat dragged behind him, sometimes catching on his tough black boots. The rest of his garments didn't exactly give him a welcoming, nor a wealthy look. Infact he barely had a penny to his name.

He noticed a small sign for a place called 'The Green Dragon' and decided to rest there for the night. He proceeded down the worn foot-path until he came across a junction. Through the ambient darkness he could see a dim light, which he assumed was of The Green Dragon. he paused to consider his options. Should he stop at the Inn and rest his tired legs, or would it be better for him to continue his journey, stopping as little as possible as he had been ordered. Part of him wanted to continue with the journey, but in the end his blistered feet won the argument and he decided to spend the night at the inn. After all, what harm could come to him in a place like The Shire?

Faeradel silently entered the Inn, and after a quick glance around the room he walked to the corner on his right and sat at a bereft looking table. He swiftly avoided the Inn keepers gaze. Until he'd had a chance to reflect on the days events he wanted nothing more than a quiet drink. However to his dismay, he was attracting a lot of attention from a hobbit sat by the fire. Ignoring this, he began to contemplate that evenings events.