The Green Dragon Inn - Part 5 - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Beren87 · 07-29-2003, 04:01 PM

Beren sat on the bench, his head whirling with the information just thrown at him in spades. "Gardener?" he thought to himself. "What on earth just happened?"

Turning his head left, he noticed the flint Derufin was offering him. He politely waved it away with a flick of his hand, and a small turn of his head. A pipe, for odd reasons, never seemed to calm him the way it did others. He only used it when he had a clear mind. Now, was certainly not a clear minded time.

"I..well." he began, not truly sure of what he was to say next. To accept would mean staying here, at the Inn, which he didn't know if he could. And, to commit himself to being a gardener? Could he really stay here, without moving on? Suddenly the image of Aman flashed through his mind, answering all of his spiraling questions at once.

"I would be quite happy to stay on here, as gardener." He said, with a reassuring smile. "I've really got nothing else going for me anywhere else, and this is something I do know how to do..."

Derufin was taken back slightly, at his last comment. "You've had experience, doing this sort of work?"

"Er..well, actually, yes. In my youth, I used to work with the gardener on our estate, I always loved watching things grow and flourish." His eyes twinkeled, remembering the innocent times.

"Well then, you'll be quite alright in ths job." He snickered slightly at his own comment. He leaned back against the bench, drawing on his pipe. "It's not the most exciting job, but, there's no better place to work than an Inn, in my opinion."

"I'm rather beginning to like it here, myself." answered Beren. "Just, one thing. What's in town? I've never actually gone into it."

[ July 30, 2003: Message edited by: Beren87 ]

07-29-2003, 04:01 PM	#11
Beren87 Master of the Secret Fire Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Between fire and ice, death and life Posts: 2,241	Beren sat on the bench, his head whirling with the information just thrown at him in spades. "Gardener?" he thought to himself. "What on earth just happened?" Turning his head left, he noticed the flint Derufin was offering him. He politely waved it away with a flick of his hand, and a small turn of his head. A pipe, for odd reasons, never seemed to calm him the way it did others. He only used it when he had a clear mind. Now, was certainly not a clear minded time. "I..well." he began, not truly sure of what he was to say next. To accept would mean staying here, at the Inn, which he didn't know if he could. And, to commit himself to being a gardener? Could he really stay here, without moving on? Suddenly the image of Aman flashed through his mind, answering all of his spiraling questions at once. "I would be quite happy to stay on here, as gardener." He said, with a reassuring smile. "I've really got nothing else going for me anywhere else, and this is something I do know how to do..." Derufin was taken back slightly, at his last comment. "You've had experience, doing this sort of work?" "Er..well, actually, yes. In my youth, I used to work with the gardener on our estate, I always loved watching things grow and flourish." His eyes twinkeled, remembering the innocent times. "Well then, you'll be quite alright in ths job." He snickered slightly at his own comment. He leaned back against the bench, drawing on his pipe. "It's not the most exciting job, but, there's no better place to work than an Inn, in my opinion." "I'm rather beginning to like it here, myself." answered Beren. "Just, one thing. What's in town? I've never actually gone into it." [ July 30, 2003: Message edited by: Beren87 ]