The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Fairleaf]

Fairleaf

Fairleaf encounters Uien

Fairleaf was near the bower when Lithmire was speaking with the Hobbit. The Inn’s Cook. She had seen her at the hand-fasting party. She gave a sigh of relief, hearing that Cook would help the Elf with getting the herbs he needed to ease his pain. It would save her the problem of trying to show him where they were without letting him know who she was.

The sun was pleasantly warm this afternoon. Fairleaf stretched her branches out and turned her leaves toward the welcomed rays. The wildflowers about the edges of the bower were still thick with bees, taking their fill of nectar before hiding away for the night. The conversation between the Elf and Hobbit had wound down. She watched as Cook left the bower, hurrying toward the Inn and her duties there. Lithmire lingered within.

Another of the Fair Folk approached the entrance to the bower with a determined step. A female. There were angry words from her and words of caution from Lithmire. He ran from the bower, crashing through the low lying bushes near Fairleaf. The other Elf pursued him, with a resolute look on her face, despite his request to leave him be. The female Elf’s pace was slower. She, too, passed by Fairleaf.

As she did so, Fairleaf inched out one of her thick roots and tripped her, sending her sprawling . . .

[piosenniel]

NOTICE OF TIME MOVING FORWARD IN THE INN

Please try to wrap up any of your late after scenarios by 24 hours from now. I'd like to move the time in the Inn to suppertime at that time.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

[Envinyatar]

The bet is won

Derufin grinned at Anyopa behind Hob and Benat’s backs. The Beorning and the Hobbit had worked at a furious pace and most of the firewood had been split and stacked in the Inn’s woodshed. A far greater amount than he and Anyopa had done since making their bet.

Once the last of the wood was done, the four went to the well for a drink of cool water and to wash the sweat from their brows. ‘Excellent job,’ said Derufin, barely able to conceal his smile as he clapped Hob on the back. ‘Just let me run home and get a few coins and we’ll stand you to the drinks you have so justly won.

Behind him he could hear Anyopa choking down a laugh . . .

[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)

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

Meriadoc - Stablemaster

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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]

It is late afternoon now in the Shire. The sky is a glorious shade of blue; the sun is shining bright and warm on the Inn., though the shadows are lengthening.

Lunch is done. Most of those in the Common Room are relaxing with a mug of their favorite brew and a good smoke. Snacks are available.

Supper is being prepared and will be available later.

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Just a reminder:

The storyline at the Inn must stay within the Inn or on the Inn grounds. Characters can tell others in the Inn about their adventures, but they cannot go outside the boundaries of the Inn and participate in adventures.

--- The Red Book of Westmarch/Rules for posting in the Shire

[piosenniel]

NOTICE OF TIME MOVING FORWARD IN THE INN

Please try to wrap up any of your late after scenarios by 24 hours from now. I'd like to move the time in the Inn to suppertime at that time.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

[Azaelia of Willowbottom]

"Don't worry yourself over an Outsider," Thistle advised. "More trouble than they're worth, usually; don't recognize decent folk when they see them. Don't understand us Shirefolk. And those who them folk do understand tend to be a bit queer in the head. At any rate, I'm sure 'twas nothing you did, lass."

Peony smiled at that. "I'm glad you think so! I just couldn't think of anything that I'd done to upset him so." Now that someone was talking with her, she didn't feel at all sad and out-of-place. She tried to convince herself that the Outsider was the last thing on her mind, and succeeded in pushing her worry about him to the very back of her mind.

She looked at the half-finished order of mushrooms, then nudged the plate towards Thistle. "There's plenty left if you want some," Peony offered. "Though I'm afraid they've gone rather cold..."

[Larien Telemnar]

Larien listened as Ginger spokeof the Elves, those who she once thought of as her people. She pondered how she was going to answer the question she knew would escape her friend's lips next. If I tell her, what would she think of me, an orphan, an outcast and a disgrace? She thought, rubbing even harder at the pan.

‘What were you doing there, living in Rivendell, and all?’ Larien almost jumped as the question she feared most passed Ginger's lips. Ginger saw her rubbing hard at the pan and laughed. ‘Rub a hole in that poor old pan, if you keep at it like that!’

'Sorry.' Larien muttered, laying the pan down and swatting away a wisp of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. She looked guiltily at Ginger, knowing she could not hide from herself forever.

'I lived in Rivendell my whole life, with the exception of a few months or years in Mirkwood or Lothlorien.' She fingered her apron and bit her lip. 'My parents were travelers, while alive. I was only a few months old when my parents were killed. We were traveling through the misty mountains, when they were attacked by Orcs. My mother had the presence of mind to hide me before they killed her. A passing Elf found me, and brought me to Imladris, where I was nursed by Lord Elrond. He raised me as his own daughter, which is why I grew up there. It's really an amazing place.' She smiled wistfully and handed her pan to Ginger.


You didn't tell her the whole story, A little voice in her whispered. She hung her head in shame.

'I have no memory of my parents.' She whispered.

[littlemanpoet]

Falowik stood. "Uien!" he called. She ignored him. He touched the gem hanging on his necklace; it was cold: Uien's mind was elsewhere, though he thought of her. Falowik looked to Eswen nervously.

The Elf's brow was furrowed. "She is following the Elf. Come!" Eswen led Falowik into the bower, stopped, and glanced around. "There has been a brief exchange of words here," Eswen said absently, still sensing in whatever way Elves sensed. "She is giving chase! This is worse than I thought, Falowik. We must stop her!"

"What is going on with her?" Falowik asked as he trailed Eswen through a narrow gap in the brush.

"Something in the other Elf has invaded her mind and cast her into darkness deeper than she has ever withstood. It is as if she is under a spell. She is not herself."

As dark as it sounded to Falowik, that was hopeful. If Uien was not herself in ignoring him, speaking harshly, acting in ways that he had never seen from her, then perhaps she could be cured. He stayed close on Eswen's heels.

They did not have to go far. Uien lay senseless on the ground. Falowik thought it odd, for Uien was ever light of foot and had little need for care where here feet landed. He looked down and saw that she had tripped on a root of a nearby tree. He raised a brow, looking at the tree once, and shrugged. It must be the effect of the spell she was under, he thought.

"Uien!" Falowik cried, rushing to her. He touched her shoulder. She raised her head with a look of sudden fury and shook him off, and rose to her feet.

"Uien Inglorion!" came a voice from behind them, ringing with eldritch power. It was Eswen, suddenly grown tall and dark. Her eyes glinted with a strange light. Uien turned. "Come to me, Uien!" Uien watched Eswen as if in a trance, and slowly walked toward Eswen.

Falowik frowned. Was this any better? What strange figure was this? Was it Eswen at all? He followed Uien. As they approached, Eswen diminished, and Uien laid a hand in hers.

"Come, Uien," she said, "you have been through great turmoil. 'Tis time to return home to Falowik and the life you have chosen with him."

[Undómë]

Hob got up from where he was sitting and rubbed his back. 'That Benat can sure split firewood fast,' he said, trying the ease the muscles he could feel tightening in the small of his back and across his shoulders. His had been the job to pick up the pieces of wood and stacking them in his arms, carry them to the woodshed to be laid there neatly.

He pulled a handkerchief from his breeches' pocket and wiped his still damp brow. 'think I'll go to my room, too. A nice soak in a tub of steamy water will do me good. I'll meet you two for supper . . . and if you don't mind, a mug or two of the Inn's stout will stand me as well as some of those Dwarvish spirits.' He also gave them a wave and disappeared into the Inn.