The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[piosenniel]

It is a lovely Spring morning in the Shire.

The time is midmorning and breakfast is still being served, as well as second breakfast.

[starkat]

Pausing to gather her thoughts, Gwenneth began, “I am, what I my family likes to call, a bit of a wanderer. I rarely stay in one place for very long and I love traveling. I haven’t been very far yet since I just began recently.” Pausing again Gwenneth hoped she was explaining herself well. “In my family it is a tradition that once we reach a certain age we leave our family home and travel for a time. That way we learn more about the world than just what we read in our books.”

Once again fingering the jewel around her neck, she smiled as she remembered the day she headed off on her travels. “I will travel for awhile and then return to my family at a meeting place near the Lonely Mountain." Realizing that she had been talking for several minutes she turned to her dining companion and asked, "Would you please tell me more about yourself and this land?”

[Feared Half-Elf]

Elkamia helped with the cleaning of the Inn for a while, then saw to her mare, Annufin. The large silvery horse stood still as she was groomed and spoken to. The elf always preferred to look after her own horse.

A check on Arrow found him awake, and sitting up. He was in some pain, but obviously refused to stay lying down. "You really should rest, Arrow." Elkamia told him. The silvery dog just stared at her. Reminds me of myself. she thought, smiling. Leave him to it. I don't think he can get out of the stall. Funny thing, most dogs that get hit by a carraige and two don't sit up for several days. She shook her head, and ventured back out into the sunshine.

She ate, and then disappeared into the nearby trees with her weapons. She didn't think that Aman would appreciate her practising archery, swordfighting and knifework too near the Inn.

[Kitanna]

"I just arrived last night with my companion, a dwarf named Deva. He has been here before, but I have not. It is called the Shire and it is home to those delightful Hobbit creatures." Peony recalled the party last. It seemed the Hobbits had a certain fondness for such a gathering.

"As for me, I am from Minas Tirith. My father would go out on his travels and I would beg to go with him. Very rarely was I permitted, but I always had a wonderful time when I could follow. That's how I met Deva. When I turned twenty-one I set out with Deva for our own travels. That was nearly a year ago, how the time flies."

[Eowyn Skywalker]

Willow stepped into the main room. As she seen, the morn had passed, though the sun was still bright in the morning sky, showing that it was not yet noon-time. Breakfast was still being served in the room, as well as second breakfast, for those who had been up bright and early, though Willow doubted that there were many of those, as the party had gone on late into the night; the moon had been high in the starlit sky when at last, she had stumbled into bed, tired beyond mortal thoughts.

Ah, the blessed realm of sleep, Willow thought wistfully. But indeed, the night had been fair, and something that she would remember for the rest of her days, standing up there, with her fellow hobbits, playing the fiddle for all to hear...

Speaking of which, she wondered in her mind, I wonder where Dasiy, Lily, and Mira are?

Not that it really mattered at the moment, though it had been nice to have companionship, as she still tended to slip off into dream-worlds at times. But at the moment, it was not that she wished to be alone, it was just that she was rather hungered.

"And, now that I think of it," she said, out loud, though not meaning to, "I didn't eat a thing last night!" Willow grinned to herself. "Now, that's an interesting thought to figure!"

She wasn't going to go without food for much longer. Willow walked across the room, and picked up a plate containing bacon, eggs, a muffin, and an apple from the hobbit in the kitchen. Willow took a place at one of the tables, and began to eat without abandon, though she normally curbed her morning hunger when staying at an Inn.

Willow wasn't worrying about that now, though, as she was starved; or so it seemed, and at the moment, attacking her plate full of food eagerly seemed the only thing to do.

[Quicksilver_Sprite]

Farren sat back in the barstool, almost tipping it over, before she righted herself. A plate sat in front of her, it's silver rim embracing the remains of a large breakfast. Full and content, she began to hum to herself softly, a tune that she made up on the spot, weaving in and out of the natural noises of the inn. For a few minutes, she simply looked around, and seeing everyone engaged, decided to keep silent. Out of force of habit, as she observed the inn, she began to kick her heels against the seat, tip-tapping out a beat that she could hum to more comfortably.

Someone looked round at her, staring pointedly at her feet. The bump-a-dump, bump-a-dump ceased abruptly as Farren realized that she was fidgeting, an old habit from her childhood that had never really been eradicated from her arsenal of Very Annoying Behavior. Crossing her legs beneath her, she resumed her silent staring. Ha, there was someone new on the radar! A young woman, apparently from upstairs, tucking into a plate of breakfast with vigor. Standing up, Farren walked over, and sat herself down from across the woman. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked brightly.

[starkat]

“You are lucky to have a traveling companion. My horse Elenath, is my only compaion right now.” Gwenneth pushed her plate back since she was through eating. “The Shire. What an interesting name for so lovely a country. On my way through the Shire I noticed how green everything is. The amount of different things that grow here is wonderful. Are the Hobbits gardners?”

“Minas Tirith! I have heard of it. It is in Gondor is it not?” the elf maid exclaimed. “Can you tell me more about it and the areas between here and there? When my parents gave me Elenath, they said she was from Rohan. I hope one day to visit there.”