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

piosenniel · 10-31-2005, 12:23 PM

~*~ 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 · 10-31-2005, 12:23 PM

Time of Day

It's nearing noon in the Shire.

Second breakfast is being served. Lunch is being cooked - savory mutton stew with vegetables, taters, and barley; warm rolls straight from the oven with sweet cream butter, jams, honey, cheeses; and baskets of big, nut & spice cookies to fill in any of the hollow spaces. Drinks of all sorts are of course available.

The weather is pleasant - sunny with a clear sky.

Huan · 10-31-2005, 02:12 PM

Rowan looked out the window, her attention drawn by the rising sounds of male voices. She stood up from her chair and crossed the short space to the window for a better view. ‘Look here!’ she said, motioning for Gil and the others to follow. ‘Looks to me as if we’re missing out on some sort of a party.’ She pointed to the casks and the fellows with mugs in their fists. ‘And isn’t that Emlin out there, tasting the wares himself.’

She laughed seeing him take a mouthful of beer. She knew he thought he might enjoy it – after all, all those others seemed to be. Fool Elf!!! Now, there he stood his cheeks bulging; his eyes, nearly bugged out. She could see the dilemma in his mind almost. Shall I be polite and swallow it? Or rid myself of the foul brew with one good spit. He was spared the decision as a Hobbit bearing an armful of mugs bumped into him, causing him to splutter and lose his mouthful.

The Hobbit was most apologetic, Rowan could see. And offered the Elf a hand up. He walked away shaking his head as the Elf, laughing loudly, waved him off.

‘C’mon, fellas!’ Rowan urged the others as she stepped quickly to the door. ‘Let’s go out and join the fun!’

Celuien · 10-31-2005, 06:07 PM

Robin Sandheaver came strolling down the East-West Road, whistling a tune. Morning's work was done and it was a fine day for a walk - and an even finer day for a mug of ale at the Green Dragon. Truth be told, it was the Green Dragon's fine ale that had brought Robin on his walk as much as the beautiful weather. He ambled up to the Inn's door and pushed it open.

What a scene met his eyes! Rather than the Inn's usual calm, there were folk scurrying about here, there and everywhere, stacking endless piles of mugs on the bar. Shouts and laughter filled the air along with the aromas of food cooking in the kitchen. That, at least, was expected.

"Good morning!" he called out.

"Morning!" came the breathless reply from another Hobbit in the Inn, who was hurrying past with a tray full of mugs. He grabbed Robin's arm. "Quick, join in the game. Free beer from Fordogrim to anyone who helps with the cleaning. You can't let that chance slip, can you?" The hobbit scurried off, mugs in hand.

"Free beer?" thought Robin. "This day is certainly going from good to better, and no mistake." And without further ado, he went to work gathering all of the mugs within his reach.

piosenniel · 11-01-2005, 03:25 AM

Cook shaded her eyes against the noonish sun and peered at the spectacle taking place in the Inn’s yard. ‘’My stars, Violet,’ she murmured, amazed at the activity taking place. ‘What’s got into them?’

She hooked her arm through Violet’s and the two of them walked cautiously toward the scurrying men. She paused for a moment, a frown on her face at the figure she saw coming toward them. ‘And look there!’ Cook said, pointing her finger at the lass with the basket perched on her hip. ‘It’s Lilly, isn’t it?

Folwren · 11-01-2005, 11:14 AM

“Come along Master Tim,” Fordogrim Chubb said, “lend a hand with the mess and then we can see about speaking with that girl as you were tussling with about making things up between you.”

“Yes, sir,” Tim replied quickly. “I’m very sorry, sir. That was my sister. . .” He turned his head away briefly. Glancing over the place, it appeared that most of the work had been done. Several people were busy setting the casks of ale back in their place on the re-erected table. Great stacks of mugs were already piled up on it. It flashed briefly through his mind to wonder who had won, and how they were even going to decide that. But the next instant, he didn’t care. “It looks like the job is done, sir,” he said, turning back to Fordogrim. “I’m really sorry. I can help, like I was before the accident, if that would help.”

The hobbit smiled up at him, his offer accepted, it seemed, before he turned to address the group of people who had helped clean up and set to rights the mess that Tim and his sister had caused. Tim stepped back and turned away. His face was hot, and his heart still beat high with the excitement and anger. Make things up, did the hobbit say? Not any time soon that Tim could see! What had Wren meant by barging in there like that? He couldn’t shake the thought that it had, after all, been her fault and he had been the one left to suffer the shame and embarrassment of it all.

As for Wren, she had run off as quickly as her feet could carry her, if only to hide her tears. She had wanted to dodge Cook’s presence in the kitchen and so passed the door, but almost immediately realized that Cook and her friend had left the indoors and gone out to the garden. The girl doubled back on her path and returned, all at the same, fast speed of a run. Without pausing to wait, she darted in through the kitchen door, and there her flight was stopped as she bowled right into no other than Ginger.

The hobbit stumbled back and Wren stood for a moment in shocked surprise. How utterly clumsy, she thought. Fresh tears promptly replaced the old. She looked around her helplessly a moment, struggling with a sob, and then she looked straight at Ginger. Not understanding why in the least, she walked to the hobbit quickly, put her arms about her, and letting the dam break, the flood of tears came.

Pivli · 11-01-2005, 02:46 PM

Violet squinted, trying to take the distant figure in. The bright sun backlit the lass’s golden hair, throwing her face into shadow. She couldn’t be sure if it were her great grand niece. She held her walking stick up in the air and motioned for the girl to come nearer.

She leaned back on her walking stick as Lilly came closer. Her gaze turned back to the fellows hurrying about like ants in the front yard. ‘Now about your question, Vinca,’ she said, nodding her chin toward the lads. ‘The one about what’s got into them.’ She chuckled, stamping her stick on the ground for emphasis. ‘Ale, I think . . . that’s what’s got into them . . . and plenty of it.’

10-31-2005, 12:23 PM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Time of Day It's nearing noon in the Shire. Second breakfast is being served. Lunch is being cooked - savory mutton stew with vegetables, taters, and barley; warm rolls straight from the oven with sweet cream butter, jams, honey, cheeses; and baskets of big, nut & spice cookies to fill in any of the hollow spaces. Drinks of all sorts are of course available. The weather is pleasant - sunny with a clear sky. Last edited by piosenniel; 10-31-2005 at 01:39 PM.

10-31-2005, 02:12 PM	#3
Huan Haunting Spirit Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Halls of Oromë Posts: 54	Rowan looked out the window, her attention drawn by the rising sounds of male voices. She stood up from her chair and crossed the short space to the window for a better view. ‘Look here!’ she said, motioning for Gil and the others to follow. ‘Looks to me as if we’re missing out on some sort of a party.’ She pointed to the casks and the fellows with mugs in their fists. ‘And isn’t that Emlin out there, tasting the wares himself.’ She laughed seeing him take a mouthful of beer. She knew he thought he might enjoy it – after all, all those others seemed to be. Fool Elf!!! Now, there he stood his cheeks bulging; his eyes, nearly bugged out. She could see the dilemma in his mind almost. Shall I be polite and swallow it? Or rid myself of the foul brew with one good spit. He was spared the decision as a Hobbit bearing an armful of mugs bumped into him, causing him to splutter and lose his mouthful. The Hobbit was most apologetic, Rowan could see. And offered the Elf a hand up. He walked away shaking his head as the Elf, laughing loudly, waved him off. ‘C’mon, fellas!’ Rowan urged the others as she stepped quickly to the door. ‘Let’s go out and join the fun!’ __________________ But Huan the hound was true of heart, and the love of Lúthien had fallen upon him in the first hour of their meeting; and he grieved at her captivity . . .

10-31-2005, 06:07 PM	#4
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	Robin Sandheaver Robin Sandheaver came strolling down the East-West Road, whistling a tune. Morning's work was done and it was a fine day for a walk - and an even finer day for a mug of ale at the Green Dragon. Truth be told, it was the Green Dragon's fine ale that had brought Robin on his walk as much as the beautiful weather. He ambled up to the Inn's door and pushed it open. What a scene met his eyes! Rather than the Inn's usual calm, there were folk scurrying about here, there and everywhere, stacking endless piles of mugs on the bar. Shouts and laughter filled the air along with the aromas of food cooking in the kitchen. That, at least, was expected. "Good morning!" he called out. "Morning!" came the breathless reply from another Hobbit in the Inn, who was hurrying past with a tray full of mugs. He grabbed Robin's arm. "Quick, join in the game. Free beer from Fordogrim to anyone who helps with the cleaning. You can't let that chance slip, can you?" The hobbit scurried off, mugs in hand. "Free beer?" thought Robin. "This day is certainly going from good to better, and no mistake." And without further ado, he went to work gathering all of the mugs within his reach.

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11-01-2005, 03:25 AM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cook shaded her eyes against the noonish sun and peered at the spectacle taking place in the Inn’s yard. ‘’My stars, Violet,’ she murmured, amazed at the activity taking place. ‘What’s got into them?’ She hooked her arm through Violet’s and the two of them walked cautiously toward the scurrying men. She paused for a moment, a frown on her face at the figure she saw coming toward them. ‘And look there!’ Cook said, pointing her finger at the lass with the basket perched on her hip. ‘It’s Lilly, isn’t it?

11-01-2005, 11:14 AM	#6
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	“Come along Master Tim,” Fordogrim Chubb said, “lend a hand with the mess and then we can see about speaking with that girl as you were tussling with about making things up between you.” “Yes, sir,” Tim replied quickly. “I’m very sorry, sir. That was my sister. . .” He turned his head away briefly. Glancing over the place, it appeared that most of the work had been done. Several people were busy setting the casks of ale back in their place on the re-erected table. Great stacks of mugs were already piled up on it. It flashed briefly through his mind to wonder who had won, and how they were even going to decide that. But the next instant, he didn’t care. “It looks like the job is done, sir,” he said, turning back to Fordogrim. “I’m really sorry. I can help, like I was before the accident, if that would help.” The hobbit smiled up at him, his offer accepted, it seemed, before he turned to address the group of people who had helped clean up and set to rights the mess that Tim and his sister had caused. Tim stepped back and turned away. His face was hot, and his heart still beat high with the excitement and anger. Make things up, did the hobbit say? Not any time soon that Tim could see! What had Wren meant by barging in there like that? He couldn’t shake the thought that it had, after all, been her fault and he had been the one left to suffer the shame and embarrassment of it all. As for Wren, she had run off as quickly as her feet could carry her, if only to hide her tears. She had wanted to dodge Cook’s presence in the kitchen and so passed the door, but almost immediately realized that Cook and her friend had left the indoors and gone out to the garden. The girl doubled back on her path and returned, all at the same, fast speed of a run. Without pausing to wait, she darted in through the kitchen door, and there her flight was stopped as she bowled right into no other than Ginger. The hobbit stumbled back and Wren stood for a moment in shocked surprise. How utterly clumsy, she thought. Fresh tears promptly replaced the old. She looked around her helplessly a moment, struggling with a sob, and then she looked straight at Ginger. Not understanding why in the least, she walked to the hobbit quickly, put her arms about her, and letting the dam break, the flood of tears came.

11-01-2005, 02:46 PM	#7
Pivli Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Goose Hollow Posts: 14	Violet squinted, trying to take the distant figure in. The bright sun backlit the lass’s golden hair, throwing her face into shadow. She couldn’t be sure if it were her great grand niece. She held her walking stick up in the air and motioned for the girl to come nearer. She leaned back on her walking stick as Lilly came closer. Her gaze turned back to the fellows hurrying about like ants in the front yard. ‘Now about your question, Vinca,’ she said, nodding her chin toward the lads. ‘The one about what’s got into them.’ She chuckled, stamping her stick on the ground for emphasis. ‘Ale, I think . . . that’s what’s got into them . . . and plenty of it.’