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

Farael · 03-09-2006, 12:19 PM

Farael almost choked on his drink "Teluyaviel? Well, that is completely out of the question!" Or was it? Losse had a good point saying that she might not need all the money. She was an elf, he was a man. She had found another elf, he was talking to Losse. Ok, she had gotten a better deal than him as the elf was clearly not a thief, but at least Losse was good company.

"Well, I guess we could ask her..." Farael conceded "But no trickery with her, she is a honest woman and I would feel bad telling her anything less than the truth." He looked sternly into Losse's eyes "And no, we are not 'borrowing' even a copper coin from the dark lands while I am your partner"

JennyHallu · 03-09-2006, 12:37 PM

Losse smirked to see Farael's reaction to her suggestion, then sobered. "Relax, Farael, it can't be that bad. We'll just ask her, the worst that could happen is she says no. But I'm inclined to believe she's a generous soul. She just might. Do you know where she is?"

Losse rose and began walking briskly across the green to the Inn, stepping straight through the excited country dancers (And spinning and turning in her own brief accompaniment to them on her way through, to loud acclaim from the more tipsy and/or high-spirited dancers), obviously with the intention of going straight up to the Elven woman, whereever she found her, and asking her straightway. It didn't occur to her that it might be more tactful to wait until her companion was ready to ask her himself, or at least had quite made up his mind as to the wisdom of asking Teluviel for help altogether. Losse had an idea in her head, and she was following it where e'er it led, with rather single-minded determination.

piosenniel · 03-10-2006, 03:47 AM

Cook thought back to the only Elf that she had ever known well. And that one had been a strong-minded woman and sure of her own decisions to the oft-times consternation of her friends and the continued amusement and exasperation at times of her husband.

She looked at Tindomion and shook her head in sympathy. And a wicked smile played on her lips, thinking how his sister’s mettle had perhaps not had the chance to shine forth until now . . . and that it would be most likely entirely hopeless for him to think she would step back and be the malleable little sister he’d always seen her as.

Cook said nothing to deflate his hopes, only laughed, and clapped him on the back, saying she knew an Elven lady much like Teluyaviel and perhaps it would be best if he could manage to adjust his expectations of her.

‘Looks to me as if your sister’s come into her own, don’t you know. Can’t always be standing in your shadow, now can she. Wouldn’t you think she’d know her own mind best, despite what you and even your mother might think she ought to do?’

She eyed him as he gave her a look of complete incredulity. ‘She is your sister, after all. Don’t be such a stuffed shirt that you drive her away from you.’

Huan · 03-10-2006, 04:18 AM

Emlin leaned out the little window at the end of the hall and waved down to Talan and Gwyn, her twin brother. The two motioned for him to come down, miming that they were wanting to put on a little puppet play for the crowd and he was needed to play his pipe and sing. Rowan and Tolly were there, too, shaking their tambourines at him.

‘Come down with me,’ he said to Telu, taking her hands in his. ‘Come watch us perform! And if you wish,’ he said, lightly kissing the tips of her fingers, ‘you can join in with us.’

He saw her turn her head toward the closed door behind which her brother sat……..brooding, for all she knew. ‘Surely Mistress Bunce will sort him out a little. Come, please. I would have you at my side if you will.’ He stood up and reached out his hand, giving her his most disarming smile.

Folwren · 03-10-2006, 10:32 AM

Mirelle didn’t answer his inquiries immediately. He wasn’t altogether surprised. It was, after all, rather difficult to talk when you’re crying and you don’t want to be crying. Wren stopped crying herself and sat in silence, but now, when Mirelle didn’t answer, she crawled forward and put her little hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” she said, in her young, childish voice. “Don’t cry. You’ll be alright here. Cook’s awfully nice. She let us stay. Do stop crying, please. I know why you might be sad. Our Mami and Papi just died recently. Did yours?”

Mirelle lifted her head and looked at Wren. Tim looked on, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Then he shook his head and went back down the ladder as quietly as possible, leaving the two girls to figure out their problems. He was going back to join the party. . .after first talking to the woman who still waited at the foot of the ladder.

“I think she’ll be alright,” he said, stepping down. Something nudged him in the back of his mind. “I say, I’m sorry for being short. She surprised me with her crying. I’m sure you could’ve helped. . .but I think Wren’s got it under control. Do you. . .um. . .do you have a horse I need to take care of? I’m the stableboy here and if you do. . .how long have you been here? Can I help you with anything maybe?”

JennyHallu · 03-10-2006, 11:55 AM

Lossë saw the Elven woman and her companion leaving the Inn and rejoining the party, and she rushed over to meet them, oblivious to Farael behind her. Teluviel's hands were nestled in Emlin's, and she was obviously happy to be there, which gave Lossë a brief rush of pity for poor Farael, though she shoved it away cheerfully with the thought that the Elf maiden would be better off with one of her own.

"M'Lady!" she called, flagging Telu and her companion down, and rushing to meet them before they were lost in the crowd and bustle. "Telu!"

She caught up to them, and pulled gently on Emlin's sleeve, and the couple turned around in surprise to face her. "My apologies for the manner of my greeting," she murmured, wondering what it was about Elves that sent her all formal. "But I have a proposition for the Lady, and I would present it as soon as I may, so that she might consider it. It concerns the futures of the man Farael and myself."

Huan · 03-10-2006, 12:55 PM

Emlin gave the woman an appraising look, his brow raised. A smile twitched on his lips for the briefest of moments. His fingers still entwined with Teluyaviel’s, he stepped forward just a bit, looking now to where the man stood, his grey eyes looking inquiringly at him and then back to the woman.

‘The futures of the man Farael and yourself . . . And why should Teluyaviel have concern for that? You do not seem in dire straits. Or have I missed something?’

Thinlómien · 03-13-2006, 07:28 AM

“I think she’ll be alright,” the boy had said coming down the steps. “I say, I’m sorry for being short. She surprised me with her crying. I’m sure you could’ve helped. . .but I think Wren’s got it under control. Do you. . .um. . .do you have a horse I need to take care of? I’m the stableboy here and if you do. . .how long have you been here? Can I help you with anything maybe?”

"Nice to meet you", Brith said remembering her manners. "I'm Brith. From Gondor. I arrived less than hour before the party started."

"My horse Grayday is over there", she said pointing to the other end of the building. "I think he's just fine at the moment - you can of course check him, if you wish - but I'd be glad if he'd be fed and such at the morning." She hiccuped. "I'm not.. erm.. sure if I'm... awake very early tomorrow morning", she added, stammering a bit.

JennyHallu · 03-13-2006, 07:38 AM

"Our plans were to purchase goods here in the Shire, and sell them in Minas Tirith. It is said that the King has a great liking for the goods of this land..." Losse paused, wracking her brain for some other solution but finding nothing. Her voice showed her disappointment plainly. "And then someday, after the profits from this journey had led to other journeys and more profits, I was going to buy a little land just outside the gates of the city and build a little Inn, like this one."

She exhaled as though deflated, and her hands came back to lay despondently at her sides. "I thought it a very good idea, a moment ago, but I don't suppose it will really work." She turned suddenly to Farael, her grey eyes fixed on his. "I'm sorry," she said, and fell silent. She had really allowed herself to grow very hopeful in a short span of time concerning the idea, and while patience came easily to her in her work--there the prize lay before her and was assured.

03-09-2006, 12:37 PM	#2
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	Losse smirked to see Farael's reaction to her suggestion, then sobered. "Relax, Farael, it can't be that bad. We'll just ask her, the worst that could happen is she says no. But I'm inclined to believe she's a generous soul. She just might. Do you know where she is?" Losse rose and began walking briskly across the green to the Inn, stepping straight through the excited country dancers (And spinning and turning in her own brief accompaniment to them on her way through, to loud acclaim from the more tipsy and/or high-spirited dancers), obviously with the intention of going straight up to the Elven woman, whereever she found her, and asking her straightway. It didn't occur to her that it might be more tactful to wait until her companion was ready to ask her himself, or at least had quite made up his mind as to the wisdom of asking Teluviel for help altogether. Losse had an idea in her head, and she was following it where e'er it led, with rather single-minded determination. __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles!

03-10-2006, 03:47 AM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cook thought back to the only Elf that she had ever known well. And that one had been a strong-minded woman and sure of her own decisions to the oft-times consternation of her friends and the continued amusement and exasperation at times of her husband. She looked at Tindomion and shook her head in sympathy. And a wicked smile played on her lips, thinking how his sister’s mettle had perhaps not had the chance to shine forth until now . . . and that it would be most likely entirely hopeless for him to think she would step back and be the malleable little sister he’d always seen her as. Cook said nothing to deflate his hopes, only laughed, and clapped him on the back, saying she knew an Elven lady much like Teluyaviel and perhaps it would be best if he could manage to adjust his expectations of her. ‘Looks to me as if your sister’s come into her own, don’t you know. Can’t always be standing in your shadow, now can she. Wouldn’t you think she’d know her own mind best, despite what you and even your mother might think she ought to do?’ She eyed him as he gave her a look of complete incredulity. ‘She is your sister, after all. Don’t be such a stuffed shirt that you drive her away from you.’ __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

03-10-2006, 04:18 AM	#4
Huan Haunting Spirit Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Halls of Oromë Posts: 54	Emlin leaned out the little window at the end of the hall and waved down to Talan and Gwyn, her twin brother. The two motioned for him to come down, miming that they were wanting to put on a little puppet play for the crowd and he was needed to play his pipe and sing. Rowan and Tolly were there, too, shaking their tambourines at him. ‘Come down with me,’ he said to Telu, taking her hands in his. ‘Come watch us perform! And if you wish,’ he said, lightly kissing the tips of her fingers, ‘you can join in with us.’ He saw her turn her head toward the closed door behind which her brother sat……..brooding, for all she knew. ‘Surely Mistress Bunce will sort him out a little. Come, please. I would have you at my side if you will.’ He stood up and reached out his hand, giving her his most disarming smile. __________________ 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 . . .

03-10-2006, 10:32 AM	#5
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Wren takes care of Mirelle and Tim talks to Brith Mirelle didn’t answer his inquiries immediately. He wasn’t altogether surprised. It was, after all, rather difficult to talk when you’re crying and you don’t want to be crying. Wren stopped crying herself and sat in silence, but now, when Mirelle didn’t answer, she crawled forward and put her little hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It’s alright,” she said, in her young, childish voice. “Don’t cry. You’ll be alright here. Cook’s awfully nice. She let us stay. Do stop crying, please. I know why you might be sad. Our Mami and Papi just died recently. Did yours?” Mirelle lifted her head and looked at Wren. Tim looked on, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Then he shook his head and went back down the ladder as quietly as possible, leaving the two girls to figure out their problems. He was going back to join the party. . .after first talking to the woman who still waited at the foot of the ladder. “I think she’ll be alright,” he said, stepping down. Something nudged him in the back of his mind. “I say, I’m sorry for being short. She surprised me with her crying. I’m sure you could’ve helped. . .but I think Wren’s got it under control. Do you. . .um. . .do you have a horse I need to take care of? I’m the stableboy here and if you do. . .how long have you been here? Can I help you with anything maybe?”

03-10-2006, 11:55 AM	#6
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	Lossë saw the Elven woman and her companion leaving the Inn and rejoining the party, and she rushed over to meet them, oblivious to Farael behind her. Teluviel's hands were nestled in Emlin's, and she was obviously happy to be there, which gave Lossë a brief rush of pity for poor Farael, though she shoved it away cheerfully with the thought that the Elf maiden would be better off with one of her own. "M'Lady!" she called, flagging Telu and her companion down, and rushing to meet them before they were lost in the crowd and bustle. "Telu!" She caught up to them, and pulled gently on Emlin's sleeve, and the couple turned around in surprise to face her. "My apologies for the manner of my greeting," she murmured, wondering what it was about Elves that sent her all formal. "But I have a proposition for the Lady, and I would present it as soon as I may, so that she might consider it. It concerns the futures of the man Farael and myself." __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles!

03-09-2006, 12:19 PM	#1
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	Farael almost choked on his drink "Teluyaviel? Well, that is completely out of the question!" Or was it? Losse had a good point saying that she might not need all the money. She was an elf, he was a man. She had found another elf, he was talking to Losse. Ok, she had gotten a better deal than him as the elf was clearly not a thief, but at least Losse was good company. "Well, I guess we could ask her..." Farael conceded "But no trickery with her, she is a honest woman and I would feel bad telling her anything less than the truth." He looked sternly into Losse's eyes "And no, we are not 'borrowing' even a copper coin from the dark lands while I am your partner" __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes this morning.

03-10-2006, 12:55 PM	#7
Huan Haunting Spirit Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Halls of Oromë Posts: 54	Emlin gave the woman an appraising look, his brow raised. A smile twitched on his lips for the briefest of moments. His fingers still entwined with Teluyaviel’s, he stepped forward just a bit, looking now to where the man stood, his grey eyes looking inquiringly at him and then back to the woman. ‘The futures of the man Farael and yourself . . . And why should Teluyaviel have concern for that? You do not seem in dire straits. Or have I missed something?’ Last edited by Huan; 03-10-2006 at 01:44 PM.

03-13-2006, 07:28 AM	#8
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Brith “I think she’ll be alright,” the boy had said coming down the steps. “I say, I’m sorry for being short. She surprised me with her crying. I’m sure you could’ve helped. . .but I think Wren’s got it under control. Do you. . .um. . .do you have a horse I need to take care of? I’m the stableboy here and if you do. . .how long have you been here? Can I help you with anything maybe?” "Nice to meet you", Brith said remembering her manners. "I'm Brith. From Gondor. I arrived less than hour before the party started." "My horse Grayday is over there", she said pointing to the other end of the building. "I think he's just fine at the moment - you can of course check him, if you wish - but I'd be glad if he'd be fed and such at the morning." She hiccuped. "I'm not.. erm.. sure if I'm... awake very early tomorrow morning", she added, stammering a bit. __________________ Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill I will conquer Blood is running deep, some things never sleep Double Fenris

03-13-2006, 07:38 AM	#9
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	"Our plans were to purchase goods here in the Shire, and sell them in Minas Tirith. It is said that the King has a great liking for the goods of this land..." Losse paused, wracking her brain for some other solution but finding nothing. Her voice showed her disappointment plainly. "And then someday, after the profits from this journey had led to other journeys and more profits, I was going to buy a little land just outside the gates of the city and build a little Inn, like this one." She exhaled as though deflated, and her hands came back to lay despondently at her sides. "I thought it a very good idea, a moment ago, but I don't suppose it will really work." She turned suddenly to Farael, her grey eyes fixed on his. "I'm sorry," she said, and fell silent. She had really allowed herself to grow very hopeful in a short span of time concerning the idea, and while patience came easily to her in her work--there the prize lay before her and was assured. __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles!

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