The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Strider · 06-03-2005, 01:40 PM

“Enchanted,” the newcomer replied to Miss Brown’s cordial welcome, “It would please me greatly if you would bring me a bit of hot water.” He was soft-spoken, his voice low, melodious, and laden with a faint lilt which suggested that Westron was not his first spoken tongue. His eyes were bright, almost excited as they scrutinized the hobbit lass, for it had been some time since the ellon had rested his gaze upon one of her kind for long years had passed since he had ridden this far north or indeed so far from home.

Smiling earnestly at Ruby, he paused before turning his attention towards pulling his cloak over a lithe shoulder and loosening the laces of his tall leather boots. Fingers worked deftly and languidly, gray gaze wandering across the colorful medley of the inn’s guests. When he happened upon a pair of curious eyes, he offered an urbane smile. To those of his kind he nodded in silent greeting, a truer, less reserved grin raising the corners of his mouth.

piosenniel · 06-04-2005, 12:55 AM

It is now early evening at the Inn.

Supper is being served: Conies stewed with taters and carrots. Fresh peas from the garden, glistening with butter. Big, fluffy biscuits with jam and honey and sweet cream butter.

Ales, wines, teas, cider, and other beverages are available at your request.

piosenniel · 06-04-2005, 12:56 AM

‘Does the new fellow want some supper,’ asked Buttercup dishing up big bowls of stew and littler ones of peas for the servers trays. Larien and Ginger had been set to loading up small baskets for the tables with their biscuits and the pots of jam, honey, and butter.

Cook had been quite pleased with the efforts of the two younger girls at the baking. ‘Nicely done, ladies,’ she told them. ‘Light, flaky, melts in the mouth. Worthy to be served at the Dragon!’

Ruby poured a potful of hot water and set it and a cup on a small tray. ‘Can’t say as he’s hungry, the new Elf. He ordered hot water, that’s all.’ She hurried out the kitchen door, saying she’d be right back to help with the serving.

Buttercup picked up her tray of stew and peas and hoisting it up on her shoulder made for the door. ‘Larien, Ginger! You follow after me and leave a basket with biscuits and the pots of toppings for them on the tables after I’ve served them.’

Primrose Bolger · 06-04-2005, 01:16 AM

Ginger hefted a tray of biscuit baskets to her shoulder, in imitation of Buttercup, and went through the kitchen door. She held it open as she did so for Larien to follow after.

‘Soon’s were done helping out here, we can get us some bowls of stew and such and find a little table for our own supper,’ Ginger said as Larien came through. ‘I really want to hear the rest of your story.’ she spoke in a lower voice. ‘Never saw too many of the Fair Folk before I started working here. They seem so grand and beautiful. I’d love to hear what that Rivendell place is like.’

She bit her lip, wondering if it would be taken well if she asked about Larien’s parents. ‘Sorry to hear about your Ma and Da,’ she blurted out. ‘I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have mine. Much less not to remember them at all.’ Ginger blushed at her little outburst and hurried after Buttercup.

Envinyatar · 06-04-2005, 01:35 AM

Anyopa had left a short while ago, saying he would meet them in the Common Room. Zimzi heated some water and set Derufin to washing up. He raised his brows at her and laughed, saying didn’t she enjoy the smell of a hard-working man?

Her emphatic answer was ‘no’. And would he please be sure he scrubbed the pitchy spots off his arms and hands. ‘I’d like to take your arm as we walk over to the Inn. And I’d like not to find myself glued to you by the time we get there.’

He pulled his sad, hound face at her, saying how quickly the romance had fled. Her only reply was to snap his bare midriff with a towel she had fetched him. Thereon ensued a friendly scuffle, and the transfer of a small smudge of pitch from his cheek to hers as he attempted to steal a kiss.

In the end, they were both cleaned up, walking arm in arm into the Inn. Zimzi was the first to spot Benat and the others already gathered at a table in the center of the room. Derufin steered her toward them, and once they were seated, the companions fell to talking.

Larien Telemnar · 06-04-2005, 04:15 PM

Larien followed Ginger and Buttercup into the larger room with her load. She nodded her thanks as Ginger held the door open for her.

She smiled as Ginger chattered happily about the Fair Folk, and noticed one such person in the room sitting at a table. She wondered what he was doing so far away from... Wherever it was he came from.

Perhaps he is going across the sea soon. She thought. 'Or he may be here for a reason similar to my own.' She jumped at her own voice and realized she had muttered that last thought aloud. She looked around sheepishly and hoped Ginger hadn't hear her. If anyone finds me talking to myself they're liable to think I've cracked.

Kath · 06-04-2005, 04:42 PM

Astilwen had been sitting quietly in a corner of the inn since the school had ended and the children had left. She had been reading over the new version of the song that had come about and had heard a voice singing the words. She had turned to find that it was Master Hearpwine. She considered going to join him as he was sitting alone, but he looked deep in thought so she stayed put.

Instead she reached into her pocket and pulled out the little bag her mother had given her when she left home. Being with the children in the schoolroom had reminded her of her own siblings, and it had made her a little homesick. She took a quill, ink and paper from the bag and set about writing home, in the hope it would help her feel better. She did not notice that she was crying as she wrote until teardrops hit the paper. She quickly wiped them away and continued.

As she finished she saw that a hobbit girl had stopped next to her table carrying a tray of food. The smell of the stew made her stomach rumble and she blushed in embarrassment.

06-04-2005, 01:16 AM	#4
Primrose Bolger Wight Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Near Bywater Pool Posts: 196	Ginger hefted a tray of biscuit baskets to her shoulder, in imitation of Buttercup, and went through the kitchen door. She held it open as she did so for Larien to follow after. ‘Soon’s were done helping out here, we can get us some bowls of stew and such and find a little table for our own supper,’ Ginger said as Larien came through. ‘I really want to hear the rest of your story.’ she spoke in a lower voice. ‘Never saw too many of the Fair Folk before I started working here. They seem so grand and beautiful. I’d love to hear what that Rivendell place is like.’ She bit her lip, wondering if it would be taken well if she asked about Larien’s parents. ‘Sorry to hear about your Ma and Da,’ she blurted out. ‘I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have mine. Much less not to remember them at all.’ Ginger blushed at her little outburst and hurried after Buttercup. __________________ . . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue

06-04-2005, 01:35 AM	#5
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	Anyopa had left a short while ago, saying he would meet them in the Common Room. Zimzi heated some water and set Derufin to washing up. He raised his brows at her and laughed, saying didn’t she enjoy the smell of a hard-working man? Her emphatic answer was ‘no’. And would he please be sure he scrubbed the pitchy spots off his arms and hands. ‘I’d like to take your arm as we walk over to the Inn. And I’d like not to find myself glued to you by the time we get there.’ He pulled his sad, hound face at her, saying how quickly the romance had fled. Her only reply was to snap his bare midriff with a towel she had fetched him. Thereon ensued a friendly scuffle, and the transfer of a small smudge of pitch from his cheek to hers as he attempted to steal a kiss. In the end, they were both cleaned up, walking arm in arm into the Inn. Zimzi was the first to spot Benat and the others already gathered at a table in the center of the room. Derufin steered her toward them, and once they were seated, the companions fell to talking. __________________ ‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’ – Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'

06-04-2005, 04:15 PM	#6
Larien Telemnar Wight Join Date: May 2005 Location: Frogmorton, The Shire, Middle-Earth Posts: 110	Larien followed Ginger and Buttercup into the larger room with her load. She nodded her thanks as Ginger held the door open for her. She smiled as Ginger chattered happily about the Fair Folk, and noticed one such person in the room sitting at a table. She wondered what he was doing so far away from... Wherever it was he came from. Perhaps he is going across the sea soon. She thought. 'Or he may be here for a reason similar to my own.' She jumped at her own voice and realized she had muttered that last thought aloud. She looked around sheepishly and hoped Ginger hadn't hear her. If anyone finds me talking to myself they're liable to think I've cracked. __________________ Oh look! It's a Blog!! What's it do? Pushes button Hammer zings out SPLAT! Flat Hobbit Oh! So that's what it does! Moan

06-04-2005, 04:42 PM	#7
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Astilwen had been sitting quietly in a corner of the inn since the school had ended and the children had left. She had been reading over the new version of the song that had come about and had heard a voice singing the words. She had turned to find that it was Master Hearpwine. She considered going to join him as he was sitting alone, but he looked deep in thought so she stayed put. Instead she reached into her pocket and pulled out the little bag her mother had given her when she left home. Being with the children in the schoolroom had reminded her of her own siblings, and it had made her a little homesick. She took a quill, ink and paper from the bag and set about writing home, in the hope it would help her feel better. She did not notice that she was crying as she wrote until teardrops hit the paper. She quickly wiped them away and continued. As she finished she saw that a hobbit girl had stopped next to her table carrying a tray of food. The smell of the stew made her stomach rumble and she blushed in embarrassment. __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

06-03-2005, 01:40 PM	#1
Strider Newly Deceased Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 10	Some Hot Water “Enchanted,” the newcomer replied to Miss Brown’s cordial welcome, “It would please me greatly if you would bring me a bit of hot water.” He was soft-spoken, his voice low, melodious, and laden with a faint lilt which suggested that Westron was not his first spoken tongue. His eyes were bright, almost excited as they scrutinized the hobbit lass, for it had been some time since the ellon had rested his gaze upon one of her kind for long years had passed since he had ridden this far north or indeed so far from home. Smiling earnestly at Ruby, he paused before turning his attention towards pulling his cloak over a lithe shoulder and loosening the laces of his tall leather boots. Fingers worked deftly and languidly, gray gaze wandering across the colorful medley of the inn’s guests. When he happened upon a pair of curious eyes, he offered an urbane smile. To those of his kind he nodded in silent greeting, a truer, less reserved grin raising the corners of his mouth. Last edited by Strider; 06-03-2005 at 06:09 PM.

06-04-2005, 12:55 AM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It is now early evening at the Inn. Supper is being served: Conies stewed with taters and carrots. Fresh peas from the garden, glistening with butter. Big, fluffy biscuits with jam and honey and sweet cream butter. Ales, wines, teas, cider, and other beverages are available at your request.

06-04-2005, 12:56 AM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘Does the new fellow want some supper,’ asked Buttercup dishing up big bowls of stew and littler ones of peas for the servers trays. Larien and Ginger had been set to loading up small baskets for the tables with their biscuits and the pots of jam, honey, and butter. Cook had been quite pleased with the efforts of the two younger girls at the baking. ‘Nicely done, ladies,’ she told them. ‘Light, flaky, melts in the mouth. Worthy to be served at the Dragon!’ Ruby poured a potful of hot water and set it and a cup on a small tray. ‘Can’t say as he’s hungry, the new Elf. He ordered hot water, that’s all.’ She hurried out the kitchen door, saying she’d be right back to help with the serving. Buttercup picked up her tray of stew and peas and hoisting it up on her shoulder made for the door. ‘Larien, Ginger! You follow after me and leave a basket with biscuits and the pots of toppings for them on the tables after I’ve served them.’