The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Dimturiel]

At first, Ravennar dirrected all his attention to his plate. This was the first real meal he had in a long time. But it could have been worse, he knew that. He was lucky he did not lose his food, when he lost his horse. And lucky he had not lost something else also, he thought grimly.

He looked up when Heather had spoken and smiled again.

"So your journey is halfway over?"he asked. "Then I wish you good luck on your road, wherever that may be. But are you travelling alone? Why so? True, the roads are safer than they once were, but foreign paths are made to be trodden in company, not on one's own."

"And yet you went all the way from Dale on your own," a reproachful voice inside him said. True, and look what this did to him, he thought. Wherever Heather was going-and he did not feel like asking, he sensed he would bring her into a difficult position by doing so- she did not deserve to feel all the pain and frustration that he was feeling now. He doubted not that he himself deserved them fully, they were his punishment and he had no choice but to accept them. And now, the only thing he felt he had to do was warn others against repeating his mistake.

[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) - 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]

TIME OF DAY

It is now a fair night in the Shire; the stars are out.

There is a large party in the Inn's front yard - tables are loaded with food, desserts, drinks. Several barrels of ale have been tapped, compliments of one of the Hobbit brewmasters.

There are tables and benches scattered over the front lawn. Twinkling little lanterns hang from the trees. To one side of the verandah there is a little stage set up for the musicians and a large area cleared for dancing.

[Dairym]

Heather laughed. “These are hardly foreign roads. The Shirelings can be queer folk, to be sure, and their speech is odd, but they’re the same breed as our dear old Underhills and Haygirdles and all the little folk back home. As for traveling alone…” Heather shrugged, setting down her empty mug. “I came alone because only I had reason to come.”

It was her own journey, after all. She was choosing her own roads and making her way without direction from man or hobbit; it made a thrilling change from ordinary life. She had already seen more people and heard stranger tales than the plain farmgirl from Further Chetwood had ever imagined.

[The Sixth Wizard]

<puff> <pant>
A visitor in light green dressing strode up the path. He leaned on a seemingly ordinary staff, yet you had to avert your eyes as you looked at for too long.
There was an Inn ahead, with a picture of a Green Dragon over the front door. A party was going on in the front lawn. The visitor was tired after his long absence and needed rest. Brushing away a group of hobbit children he made it to the door, where a beggar pulled his arm. The old man looked up at the visitor blindly.
The visitor bent down slowly and clasped his arm.
"Who's that then, eh?" mumbled the blind beggar.
"What is your name, brethren?"
"Ah, he he *cough*, my name might be Jon the Blind, it might."
"Be at peace, Jon," said the green stranger.
Jon stared up, or turned his head up, and it seemed that there was a light returning to the world and his eyes, though it was night.
"Who - Who are you?"
"The Sixth Wizard," stated the stranger simply. "Let us enter this building."

The inside of the building was warm, some people chatted around the place, and a barmaid, a hobbit, addressed them.
"How may I help you?" she said.
"A warm bed and some ale for this poor soul," answered The Wizard.
"Certainly sir," she said happily. "And your name?"
"I think I'll keep that information to myself, thank you."
Jon was baffled. Why had this stranger told him his name and not to the barmaid? Did he hold him in greater trust?
"Okay sir," continued the barmaid. "Welcome to the Green Dragon Inn! I'm Ruby, and I'll show you to your room."
The Wizard payed her with some of the money from his purse. Ruby walked them through a long hall to a room for the travellers...

[Cordelia Harrison]

Cordelia nodded her head. She placed her hand upon her Crystal's shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze. Her heart broke at the sight of Crystal's downtrodden expression.

"I vow I will never ask you to relive anything. Now. . . let's put this behind us. Let's just celebrating finding this beautiful place and for our new found friendship," Cordelia suggested.

She reached into her pouch and pulled out the simple silver chain that Arthur had given to her before his first 'death.' She fingered it and then put it back in the pouch, remembering her brother at his happiest moments - with Crystal and his family. Yes, he was gone. That she would just have to live with, but Crystal was still alive. The woman that he had so cherished had seen yet another tragedy and it was her turn to help Crystal. Not the forests, or the Shire, or hobbits, or elves, or horses where to help her. It was her duty to Crystal and to Arthur to ensure that Crystal's life was able to be restored.

She only hoped that she hadn't destroyed all Crystal's hopes of getting away from the memories by what she had done. If it did then she would never be able to forgive herself for being so griefstricken and vengeful.

[The Sixth Wizard]

<puff> <pant>

A visitor in light green dressing strode up the path. He leaned on a seemingly ordinary staff, yet you had to avert your eyes as you looked at for too long.
There was an Inn ahead, with a picture of a Green Dragon over the front door. A party was going on in the front lawn. The visitor was tired after his long absence and needed rest. Brushing away a group of hobbit children he made it to the door, where a beggar pulled his arm. The old man looked up at the visitor blindly.
The visitor bent down slowly and clasped his arm.
"Who's that then, eh?" mumbled the blind beggar.
"What is your name, brethren?"
"Ah, he he *cough*, my name might be Jon the Blind, it might."
"Be at peace, Jon," said the green stranger.
Jon stared up, or turned his head up, and it seemed that there was a light returning to the world and his eyes, though it was night.
"Who - Who are you?"
"The Sixth Wizard," stated the stranger simply. "Let us enter this building."

The inside of the building was warm, some people chatted around the place, and a barmaid, a hobbit, addressed them.
"How may I help you?" she said.
"A warm bed and some ale for this poor soul," answered The Wizard.
"Certainly sir," she said happily. "And your name?"
"I think I'll keep that information to myself, thank you."
Jon was baffled. Why had this stranger told him his name and not to the barmaid? Did he hold him in greater trust?
"Okay sir," continued the barmaid. "Welcome to the Green Dragon Inn! I'm Ruby, and I'll show you to your room."
The Wizard payed her with some of the money from his purse. Ruby walked them through a long hall to a room for the travellers...

The bed of the room was warm and soft. As Jon got in, he asked the Wizard, "Who are you? Where did you come from? And why have all the other wizards gone over the sea?"
"Patience my good man. I have forgotten my name, held for years under the torment of Sauron in Barad-dur. Here let me tell you..."

It all started the day I was sent from Aman. Curunir was sent first, the one called Saruman, and then Mithrandir and Pallando I believe, though maybe my memory has grown thin? I was sent with Radagast, anyway. Gandalf, Mithrandir, was really for the elves. Curunir was for Men. Pallando and Alatar were from the Sea, Radagast for the animals. But I was to be for the trees.

I was kept a secret from others, to be our secret weapon when the time came. Not even Galadriel knew of me. First I dwelt with the Ents, searching for their Entwives. But then I was taken.

Shot, grievously wounded, as I slept. Uruks drugged me and took me to their Mordor.

In the Dark Lord's Tower I found nothing. Nothing but pain. A day lasted a century, a night millenia. The other wizards did nothing, thinking I had gone to the East and never returned, like Alatar and Pallando, strayed from my path. But the Path was clear. All else grew dark, Sauron took great delight in destroying my memories of myself, and leaving those of others open. I had almost given up hope.

Then something happened. The Tower's foundations rumbled. Maybe, just maybe the Ring had been destroyed?

All was confusion. I was forgotten. Using the last of my power I managed to escape the ruin. But it was over. Sauron was finished.

"And I made my way back, stopping at the Ents of course. Their draughts have been what has restored me to health, though my power is all lost. I only now can bring relief to the sick, or restore, never fight. It is sad. Who will protect the trees? The Ents dwindle, Mithrandir travels oversea. I stay, but I can but hinder the trees Doom. It is the way of things in Arda Marred."

"But why do you trust me?" asked Jon.
"I see it in your eyes and heart. You must believe in these things."

Jon stared out of the window deep in thought.

[Firefoot]

Lily felt both relieved and disappointed that Posco did not accompany Blanco, and apprehensive and uncomfortable at how heartily Blanco greeted her, and she wondered just how he felt towards her. Did he still envy Posco of her love? But perhaps that would not matter so much anymore, with Posco out here to find some other bride. She would never see either of them again.

"And I rather got the impression you wanted to talk to me," Blanco was saying.

“Perhaps so,” said Lily, briefly wondering if Blanco was really the one she ought to be talking to about this. But since she had no reason not to trust him, she clarified, “Yes. You see, I am quite confused, and I think that you are one who could clarify for me. All I want is a simple explanation.” Blanco nodded for her to go on. “And… I think it would be best if you did not tell Posco.” Again Blanco nodded, and she could tell that his curiosity was rising. “When I realized that my uncle was not sending the letters I wrote to Posco, I made up my mind to go to Buckland to find him, and I intended to stay. But upon reaching Buckland, I found that he was not at home; indeed, I was told that he had come here to find his bride.” The pain in her voice was faint but obvious. “Blanco, you must tell me whether this is true. I do not know how or why Posco would forget about me, and I do not want to know his excuses or explanations, which is why I am talking to you. So please, Blanco, just tell me the truth. Please tell me there was a mistake.”

[Angel_Queen]

Ravon walked towards the inn. Even though the inn was down the road still a bit Ravon could hear the music from the party. It seems like everyone is having fun. Wonder what the occasion is? Wonder if Lewis will be there. He will be so happy when he hears the news. Ravon's mind was racing with thoughts. She had told Lewis to meet her at the Green Dragon but wasn't sure if he had made it there or not. The long walk did her some good. It gave her time for herself. Time for her to think about the world around her. Ravon and Lewis had returned to their home in the Shire only a few months ago. The had decided to go to Rohan and eventually to Eryn Lasgalen.

Ravon's mother and father wasn't to thrilled with the thought of Ravon getting married to a man of Rohan. But if only her parents knew what was going on now. Lewis' and Ravon's wedding was beautiful. She had Lewis and Lewis had her. Ravon didn't expect to see her parents at the wedding but was delighted when her father was the one to give-her-away. She had figured that Lewis' parents would have hated the fact of the two of them spending the rest of their lives together. But the world of men had changed. Her mother-in-law was wonderful. Everyday she spent with Lewis was wonderful.

Ravon approached the inn and the sound of the celebration became louder and louder. Ravon watched as people laughed and drank. Also as a few people danced around free from the troubles of the world. I hope Lewis remembered to meet me here. Ravon dodged drunk hobbits and what she thought was a couple of dwarves. Ravon opened the door to the inn. Inside she saw people sitting around tables talking. A hobbit walked up to her. "Ale for the lady?" Ravon looked down at the small creature. "No thank you but I will have a mug of your finest water. No ale for me tonight." The hobbit turned and ran off. Ravon wasn't sure if she was going to get that water or not. To her surprise a few seconds later the hobbit returned granting Ravon's request.

Ravon scanned the inn looking for her heart's desire. "Lewis where are you?" Ravon stood in the center of the inn with a mug full of water. She felt some one walk up behind her. Suddenly her vision was gone. "Guess who?" She knew the sound of the voice. She had woken up so many times to the sweet sound of that voice. Lewis took his hands off from over Ravon's eyes. Ravon turned around.

"Lewis... I was wondering where you was." She wrapped her arms around him hugging Lewis and gently kissing him on the cheek. "Come lets sit down." Ravon was so caught up in the bliss that she had forgotten about the mug of water she held in her hand. What was once full was now empty and its contents covering Lewis' back. "I am so sorry. I forgot. I guess I should have been more careful." Lewis looked at her. "Its okay Ravon. Its not like I've never had ale or whatever that was spilt on me." Ravon couldn't help but giggle.

"Come now let us find a table and have a seat. I have something to tell you that is very important." The couple found a table just as the hobbit Ravon met earlier walked by. "Can I help the two of you?" Lewis looked at the halfling. "Sure. Can I get a pint of your finest ale... Well make that two.." Ravon quickly cut Lewis off. "Make that just one. I'm afraid I spilt my water and it would be wonderful. Could you bring me another mug of water?" The hobbit looked at the elf and grinned. "Anything for you." The hobbit skipped away leaving Ravon and Lewis alone.

Ravon reached over and placed her hand on top of Lewis' hand. "Lewis, you know I haven't been feeling well here lately. I went to the doctor this morning." Lewis' expression went from joyful to concerned. Ravon knew he was no worried. She feared what Lewis might say next.

[Nogrod]

“Funny how different names make things themselves look different. Have you ever noticed that?”, Rían asked Grimhorn after a moment of silence between them. Grimhorn’s expression looked calm, but Rían wasn’t sure, what he was thinking about. And that unnerved him even more. Anyhow, he knew now, what he was going to say.

“Yes, I have heard the name you just used, Grëaw the Pretender... yes, I remember. But for me he has always been Grëaw of the Colours, or just Grëaw the wise. I think neither of us has had any real chance to think about that man in other terms than those we have learned from our childhood.” Rían took a long pull from his pint, wiping the foam from his mouth with his left thumb. He took this pipe from the table, but realized simultaneously, that he had just smoked. Rían turned the pipe around in his hands for a while, and then put it back to the table, grinning mildly and shrugging his shoulders.

“I said my memories are painful. Yes they are, but they are also faint. I was so young back then, when we had to run and hide for our lives. After those days, I have lived far away from the land of the Beornings. So what happened to the other followers of Grëaw of the Colours? Were they murdered or exiled? Were they 'cleansed' away?”, Rían spelled the last words quite poignantly, letting his emotions come through. “Cleansed according to the purity-ideals of Owl’s eye and his followers, persecuted by fellow Beornings, just because they thought differently on some things?" Rían tried to cool himself down with some more ale, taking a very long draught indeed. Oh man, you’re going to need quite many of these tonight...

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Fáinu bore on his left shoulder a small knife wound that Cree had made. He had said nothing to her of it, knowing that he himself had done worse things in his life, and even to closer family. He shuddered and sighed heavily. "The journey to Rivendel was hard. Not that there was peril, but that we passed by Thranduil's halls, where Cree had spent a lot of her time, as well I knew. But the elves were reluctant to welcome me, some, perhaps, blaming me for the coming of the Dragon. I know not the councils of my kindred elves. I think I have been away from them for too long. Too long."

His eyes drifted to the window, and he looked out west towards the sea. "The sea," he whispered, "not even thou shalt receive me. Not even if I called upon Ulmo himself and called him Lord." Avalon leaped up onto the window ledge, as if to awaken Fáinu from this trance he had put himself into.

"Yea, as we went through that land, ever my heart was heavy, for Cree grew weaker and more faint as we walked. Elrond alone could have helped us, so I deemed, but he is gone. Ellodan and Elrohir were the only hope I held still. We passed swiftly over the Mountains, even though the cold seemed to make Cree all the worse and we nearly lost her on several occasions.

"But Eru was merciful and we came to that valley with great joy! There we laied Cree under the care of Ellodan and Elrohir and i took such a rest as I had not had in long years, even as the Eldar account it. For that valley was my home, as I deemed it. Yet, I was visited by an Elf whose name was Arantâl, and he spoke to me concerning Cree, saying, 'Why do you linger here, awaiting her?'

"To which I answered, 'what can one do when his friend is in peril?'

"'You would do her more good by departing,' said he, 'if what I have heard of your quest is true, then it is your fate that makes her weak. The curse that lies upon you is passed to those who are around you, and she herself has a Dragon curse, and you have two. What ship will bare such a cursed one away? I know not. But Cirdan may have one or two.'

"'I cannot leave so hastily,' said I, 'I must seek out my brothers and then visit the grave of my parents. Not until I have done this will I seek for Aman.' then Arantâl grew sorrowful,

"'I must tell you something most grave,' he sighed and looked me in the eyes, 'your brothers are dead and are buried here in imladris. They fell fighting Orcs in the mountains. Your father and mother have no grave, but they are remembered here. I will show you to them.' When we came to that place, I could do nought but weep. I know not how long I was there, but I remember the Elves had written a song on the grave of my Mother:

"Throughout all the long ages that there have been
Seldom have stars been veiled or the moon unseen
Over the wide fields of sparking, golden Grass
Like the falling of crystal rain on silver glass
No more your laughter be heard for thou art free
Ever remembered, ever loved, dearest Lanté

"The Lords of Noldor, never have fled in fight
The House of Hélath ever stood tall with might
Arda will weep and ring out its fair horns
The tree will lament, the wide grassland morns
By the rivers, by the grass and by the Tree
Ever remembered, ever loved, dearest Lanté

"For Lanté was the name the Elves of Rivendel had given to her. I know not why, but ever it brings my heart joy. Hélath was the greatest of my kindred of old; I believe he fought in the War of Wrath.

"So, after this, I took my leave of Rivendel. Wondering if I should ever see it again. Yet I know now that I must ever linger here in this world, until I tire of ten thousand centuries and fade as a forgotten one. Perhaps I shall come to Mandos and see again my kindred. Who can say?"

[Gird]

Ferry trotted down the road at a quick pace, as he was late for the party. He could hear the music from the inn already, and he cursed under his breath that he had taken too long a nap. But after unpacking from the move, he was fairly tired.

He rounded a turn and the Green Dragon Inn came into sight. His eyes brightened and his heart warmed at the sight of tables full of food and ale a plenty. Ferry noticed that there were several elves and men at the inn as well as hobbits. Ah, it's a sign of a good inn when several other races travel the road to it, no matter how far away from home it may be from them.

Ferry's smile was ear to ear, as he neared the festivities.

[Witch_Queen]

He only left Rivendel to save my life??? Cree was a little stunned by Fáinu's words. All any one had ever done for her was cast her away into the mist to be forgotten with the sands of time. "Fáinu you'll always have me. You should know that." Cree had to keep from placing her hand on Fáinu's shoulder. She wasn't sure what he would have done. Fáinu had always been there for her and now was her turn to repay the loyalty. Cree could feel Avalon staring at her. "Yes Avalon I will now tell you of my struggle. I had thought I was only asleep stuck in a nightmare that was worse than the dragon itself. For some reason I was back in Eryn Lasgalen. My father was talking to a strange man. I had never seen him before, but his eyes were something I will never forget." Cree closed her eyes only to see the cold eyes of the stranger.

"It seemed only like a dream but the more time passed the more I began to realize this dream was actually memories. You see my father was a well loved elf. Everyone it seemed loved him, he nevered turned down a friend when they needed aid. Any way back to what I was talking about." Cree couldn't help but pause. Instead of fighting back anger this time she was fighting back tears.

"I had always wanted to know the truth about my father's death. Who was the person that killed him in cold blood? I know now that the person I have unknowingly hated all this time was the person I saw everytime I looked in a mirror. The person I was searching for was looking at me when I looked in the near by river. How could a person do something so horrible and not remember doing it? Evidently my "spells" was my mind trying to forget the memories of that night." Avalon could no longer hear the joy in Cree's voice. Cree's words suddenly seemed hollow.

I was hiding in the nearby bushes. I didn't know who the man was. Father had told me to stay at the house but I refused to listen. I was young and naive. My eyes were playing tricks on me. One moment my father would be standing with his back to me the next thing I knew him and the stranger had swapped places. Swords were drawn... All I had was my bow... "FATHER WATCH OUT!!!" "What have I done?" Cree seemed distanced almost like she was at the inn but not really there. Cree appeared to be looking at Fáinu but instead was looking past him at the window.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

"Where is the once joyful song of the elves?" murmured Fáinu, "While the men wander and the Dwarf delves. We long for the joy we had in ages past, seeking to come to Valinor at the last. But what ship would bear such as us, Cree? All I have done is lost, even onto thee." His voice trailed off and he looked longingly to the west. "The sea." he whispered again.

He shook his head and looked Cree in the eyes, "I see that this business with your father has deeply heart you," he said, "Perhaps you cannot feel free until you tell of all you can recall. I see that you have chains upon your mind that prevent thee from seeing the whole truth. You may break these bonds, if you wish, for you have set these bonds yourself, but I say onto you, if you seek those deep memories, it may be what you do not wish to hear." Fáinu, it seemed, had guessed the truth of Cree’s past. He had seen it in her eyes when they first met, a deep founded fear, or was it a feeling of guilt? He knew not, and had not perused it.

Fáinu looked out at the party on the front garden and smiled, "See, the Hobbits are a happy breed of folk! I wish I could know their joy. They know not the trials of the world and can dance and sing while the world falls about them. There could be war and death all about and they would still talk of ale and food. Woe to the Eldar, who know nought but suffering in the long years of Middle Earth."

[Glirdan]

"I'm fine. Now, would you please get out of my way!?" the Hobbit said rather rudely and he pushed his way past Gróin. "And here I thought that everyone in this country was nice and gentle like Lily. How very wrong I was..." he thought to himself as he made his way to the counter to check into a room for the night.

After getting his room number and key, he head along the dark passage to his room, still lost in thought. "That voice that I heard down at the Inn door. Could if have been Sarin? I'm so terribly confused. I really need to rest. After being on the road for so long, I deserve a rest. I think I'll stay here for a few days... Ahh! Here it is," he said as he reached his room. He put the key in the lock, unlocked the door and stepped into his room. It was like any other Hobbit room: Low roof (well, high for a Hobbit and Dwarf), circular window with green shutters, a cozy little bed, a bedside table with a candle and a fireplace. "Perfect!" Gróin said out loud. "Just the thing I need to relax." He stepped into his room and closed the door behind him. He lit the candle with the flint he carried around in his haversack and closed the shutter on the window. He made his way to the bed and sat on the edge, taking off his boots as he did. He slid into and thought "I wonder if she really is here? If she is, I'm definetly going to try and find her. I haven't seen her for so long and I really wish I..." and dozed off.