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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
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It wasn’t difficult to find the way to where the old cottage was being renovated. Andwise Banks stopped his small cart at the entrance to the inn path and twitched his ears this way and that. From over there to his left, a fair piece behind the inn building itself, he reckoned, there came the sound of saws and hammers pounding. And the calling out of male voice, one to another, in short clipped sentences when directions were given.
‘Let’s get on then, Turnip,’ he said gently to his donkey, who stood twitching his own ears at the sounds of other horses and donkeys in the stable yard. With a clucking sound and a firm hand on the reins, Andwise directed the cart toward the construction, much to the dismay of Turnip, who had by this time caught scent of the sweet hay left for his more fortunate brethren. A small space of time later and the cottage came into view. Four Hobbit lads were busy with the framing of an additional room, it looked. While there on the roof, stood a man spreading pitchy tar on the roof’s base structure, and shingling atop it as he went along. Andwise pulled into the cottage yard, stopping long enough to speak with one of the Hobbit lads for a moment. Tomlin shaded his eyes as he grinned up at Andwise, then pointed up to the man on the roof. Turnip was unharnessed and tied to a tree, in the shade. Gil, always fond of animals, put down his planer and fetched a bucket of water for the donkey. Turnip eyed him expectantly, hoping for a tasty treat to follow, but made do instead with a few kind words and a scratch between the ears. Andwise made his way to a spot near the cottage, and hailed Derufin. ‘I say! Is that you, Master Derufin?’ he hollered up in a voice loud enough to be heard above the sawing and nailing. The man looked up expectantly, shading his eyes against the sun as he peered below. ‘I’m Andwise Banks, cabinet maker. From Bywater. Miz Bunce has asked me to see to the cabinets and cupboards and doors for the cottage. Says it’s a bit of a rush, but she’s assured me I’m up for it.’ He disappeared for a few moments from the man’s view, going under the eaves to peer in through a window. ‘Fair amount of work to be done. But my son’ll be here this afternoon,’ he said stepping back out to give his assessment of the job. ‘We’ll pull off the cabinet doors and drawer facings for the chests of drawers. Sand ‘em down, I expect is all they’ll need then a staining and a polishing.’ He looked at the window casings. ‘We’ll sand down the window casings – you’ll need to get them painted, though. Them and the door frames. Front door looks a bit worn – need to be replacing it, I think.’ Andwise stood nodding to himself. ‘Well, think I’ll get started. Let me know when my boy gets here – Ferdy’s his name.’ And with that he retrieved his toolbox from the back of his cart and disappeared into the cottage, whistling as he went.
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
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Isilmë was wandering along the road at the morning and his mood was on top and he whistled loudly as he walked. He stopped as his keen grey eyes noticed a sign standing by the road. 'The Green Dragon Inn' he read loudly for himself, 'It sure sounds nice to me'. He started to walk towards the quite big house that the sign pointed at, as he assumed that the house would be it.
He could see through the windows that breakfast was still getting served and he got reminded of how hungry he was, since he had not eaten any breakfast that morning. He noticed that the Inn was quite crowded and many seemed very busy about eating. The cook's must be busy today, he thought and opened the door to the Inn. He was met by a murmur of voices and a nice, tempting smell of breakfast. Some of those who sat close to the entrance stopped eating and talking and looked up at Isilmë as he entered. He greeted them with a smile and walked over to the counter that obviously was serving breakfast, as he could see carrots and piled bowls on that counter. A hobbit lass served him a bowl with some kind of porridge that Isilmë had never seen before. He also got a piece of bread and an apple. 'There is tea here, master elf, if you would like having it after your breakfast?' the lass said and smiled. 'Thank you' Isilmë replied and bowed. He went over to an empty table and sat down starting eating the porridge. Isilmë thought that it must have been some kind of a domestic food, however he'd like it. The bread was delicious, and after finishing his breakfast Isilmë felt a joy and a wellbeing feeling that he had not felt for many hundred years. He almost felt young again, and he wanted the feeling to stay forever. Isilmë rose up and walked over to the counter again and the lass now gave him a cup of tea. 'Your welcome' she said and handed the cup to Isilmë. 'Thank you most kindly, my lady.' The lass seemed to blush after Isilmë's reply and he went back to his table, now sipping on his tea and just enjoying the beautiful morning. Isilmë could see another elf standing talking to a young woman that he assumed would be the innkeeper. It was a long time ago since he'd last talked an elf, as he tried to remember it came to him that it must have been in Eryn Lasgalen. He wanted to talk someone, but couldn't see anyone that wasn't busy with something else. He continued looking for a while, still in hope of seeing someone. |
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Shade of Carn Dûm
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Ascasir sensed that his lengthy introduction had bored the pretty innkeeper who was now ignoring him and busying herself with petty little chores behind the bar instead. Rather than continuing to impose himself on her and feeling rather embarressed, the silvan elf resumed to consuming his meal but found the steak too rich a treat in such early hours. Ascasir's appetite waned and he took leave of Aman and wandered towards the tables and chairs, nursing a mug of delicious hot beverage whilst smiling politely at any look that came his way.
His piercing grey eyes caught sight of a newcomer in the tavern - and an elf at that. Elated by the sight of a kindred, Ascasir made his way to the lone elf's table and greeted him warmly in accented sindarin, "Hail friend and may Elbereth keep you well! I see that you are alone and I am wondering if you would mind sharing your table with me?" Ascasir flashed the fellow Quendi a warm smile. Placing his right hand upon the dark grey tunic above his left breast, he half-bowed to the newcomer and continued, "Allow me to introduce myself; I am Ascasir Culcollo of Eryn Lasgalen and like you, I am also travelling alone and would most certainly enjoy any companionship," Last edited by Saurreg; 08-14-2004 at 03:16 AM. |
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Wight
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: Cair Paravel during the Golden Age of Narnia
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Gwenneth had enjoyed talking to the two rangers. Her companions had busied themselves with their breakfasts and the elf maid excused herself. She walked up to the counter and asked for a refill. The tea served by the Green Dragon was wonderful and she enjoyed having a full cup while she sat and talked.
The young elf woman noticed that the elf who had arrived earlier was talking to a newcomer. She smiled as she realised that the newcomer was also an elf. As Gwenneth looked at them, she wondered where they were from. Gwenneth fiddled with the jewel that she wore on a chain. She considered going to the stable and visiting with her horse, but decided to remain. Taking a sip of her tea, she walked over to an empty table and sat down.
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Isilmë
The elf that Isilmë had observed who was standing talking to the Innkeeper suddenly turned around and his gaze came to Isilmë's. The elf began to walk towards his table and stopped in front of him. Isilmë didn't know what to say and felt a little bit perplex, and he didn't know why.
'Hail friend and may Elbereth keep you well! I see that you are alone and I am wondering if you would mind sharing your table with me?' the elf started and gave him a smile. He even half-bowed to him. 'Allow me to introduce myself; I am Ascasir Culcollo of Eryn Lasgalen and like you, I am also travelling alone and would most certainly enjoy any companionship.' he continued smiling. 'Hail friend Ascasir from Eryn Lasgalen. It would be a pleasure sharing this table with you.' Isilmë said and smiled, he rose up and bowed and ans. 'I am Isilmë...' he started, 'I once was a captain of Lórien, but now it's abandoned by Lady Galadriel. I've lived in Eryn Lasgalen, but as you assumed, I am travelling alone, and a companionship whit you would be wonderful.' 'Ah, Caras Galadhon...' Ascasir replied and had dreaming look in his eyes. 'You want a cup of tea?' Isilmë asked and Ascasir nodded in reply. Isilmë rose and got Ascasir a cup and refilled his own. 'Thank you' Ascasir said when he returned. The tea was hot and they had to sip it to not burn their tounges. Isilmë watched Ascasir as he was drinking, and he felt really curious about this elf. 'So, have you always been staying in Eryn, what drove you off on the long road to get here?' he suddenly asked. Isilmë awaited his reply. |
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Shade of Carn Dûm
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Ascasir was mildy surprised to hear that the newcomer was a captain of the secretive Galadhrim - foremost of the elven warriors that remained on these shores still. He had met some elves of Celeborn's Household before his travels begun and was impressed by their dignified bearing and the manner in which they conducted themselves - proud but not arrogant and calm but not aloof. Ascasir was no less impressed by the handsome Isilmë who seemed to possess a certain charisma like that of Lord Carahnwë.
'So, have you always been staying in Eryn, what drove you off on the long road to get here?' the newcomer suddenly asked. Ascasir took a sip of the weak but favoursome brew and held Isilmë with his gaze, "Perhaps curiosity and idle hands, friend Isilmë. I was a servant of great Carahnwë; a champion of Taur-nu-Fuin who has departed for the undying Lands and since then, I have been free without any cares or responsibilities. And the answer to the first part of your question is yes, I have never left Eryn Lasgalen before. I never intended to travel but when a dear acquaintance invited me to visit him at the great city of stone built on the Anduin, something within my bossom stirred and I could not refuse. Since then I have not looked back and my heart beats warm at the though of further experiences to be gained and new sensations to feel," Ascasir concluded and waited to hear what his new friend had to say. As he placed the chipped rim of the fire-dried clay mug to his lips, his eyes caught sight of a lovely elven maiden who was sitting alone at a table not far from where he and Isilmë were. The fair quendi took notice of him, and Ascasir smiled back and dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement. |
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