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Bêthberry · 06-18-2003, 06:36 AM

Nodding goodbye to the Rider of Gondor as he departed hurriedly, the Innkeeper gave herself a few minutes to reflect about the morning's events. The new rules for Gondor were displayed on the wall of the wordhoard, where Talômi and Talmérië were whispering excitedly over them. So far, Bêthberry could look upon the bustle and rush with satisfaction and some calmness.

A sudden gust caused the banners to flap, which brought a smile to her face. Perhaps it was the surprise visit of her friend Annawen and the sweetness of the plump strawberries for breakfast which had put her in a mellow mood. Annawen's wit and gentle teasing often brought a bit of relief from the hurried concerns of the days, now so often marred by dark troubles.

And the banners brought the bright hues of spring flowers into The Horse, lightening the dark oak buttresses of the tall ceilings. Bethberry was doubly pleased that Ravenna had picked up so quickly some of the skills of the seamstress. Ravenna was proving to be a good apprentice, showing much early promise. Business was brisk for Annawen as it was for most of the merchants and tradespeople of Edoras. More hands made lighter work.

The strains of harp and pipe came in with the gust of wind also. Something else to be thankful for. The music and youthful enthuasiasm of the younger Innkeeper had charmed the strange traveller, who few recognized after fifteen years. The music, Bêthberry hoped, had helped dispell the memories of the angry words spoken in this very Inn years ago. Long had Bêthberry looked forward to this return and happy she had been with the hearty embrace which broght them face to face after so many years.

The creaks and groans of the ale wagon brought the Innkeeper back to her duties. There were plenty of kegs to be unloaded. And few enough hands to do it.

[ June 18, 2003: Message edited by: Bêthberry ]

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Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Nodding goodbye to the Rider of Gondor as he departed hurriedly, the Innkeeper gave herself a few minutes to reflect about the morning's events. The new rules for Gondor were displayed on the wall of the wordhoard, where Talômi and Talmérië were whispering excitedly over them. So far, Bêthberry could look upon the bustle and rush with satisfaction and some calmness. A sudden gust caused the banners to flap, which brought a smile to her face. Perhaps it was the surprise visit of her friend Annawen and the sweetness of the plump strawberries for breakfast which had put her in a mellow mood. Annawen's wit and gentle teasing often brought a bit of relief from the hurried concerns of the days, now so often marred by dark troubles. And the banners brought the bright hues of spring flowers into The Horse, lightening the dark oak buttresses of the tall ceilings. Bethberry was doubly pleased that Ravenna had picked up so quickly some of the skills of the seamstress. Ravenna was proving to be a good apprentice, showing much early promise. Business was brisk for Annawen as it was for most of the merchants and tradespeople of Edoras. More hands made lighter work. The strains of harp and pipe came in with the gust of wind also. Something else to be thankful for. The music and youthful enthuasiasm of the younger Innkeeper had charmed the strange traveller, who few recognized after fifteen years. The music, Bêthberry hoped, had helped dispell the memories of the angry words spoken in this very Inn years ago. Long had Bêthberry looked forward to this return and happy she had been with the hearty embrace which broght them face to face after so many years. The creaks and groans of the ale wagon brought the Innkeeper back to her duties. There were plenty of kegs to be unloaded. And few enough hands to do it. [ June 18, 2003: Message edited by: Bêthberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.