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

Kath · 01-26-2006, 04:40 PM

"But enough about my issues. I can't help I'm this way. What's interesting about life in the Shire?"

Allowing Ariane to skirt around these personal issues that had so affected her life in Gondor, Astilwen set about making her feel more at ease with tales of the Shire. As she spoke though, she found it hard to think of things that made life interesting. Fun and enjoyable and comfortable yes, but not interesting. She loved it here, and would never wish to have been born anywhere else, for even in Bree the hobbit parents weren't so free with their friendships and their children, having to look out for the Big People all around. The sheltered life that hobbits in the Shire had was often taken for granted, but it was still appreciated.

She realised that she had trailed off into thought, and that Ariane was looking saddened at the thought that perhaps the Shire was not the paradise it was made out to be. Feeling ashamed of herself for thinking such thoughts about her home Astilwen quickly set about telling tales of parties and happenings that had occurred in her lifetime, and soon had the other woman laughing at her descriptions of hobbits so fat after sumptuous meals that they could not walk themselves home.

"It sounds wonderful!" Ariane said through her giggles.

"It is." Sighed Astilwen. "But sometimes I feel that I would like to leave, to see more of the world, like you."

Farael · 01-26-2006, 06:54 PM

After the little incident with the chair, Naria approached Farael and his two newfound friends. He stood up and introduced the lady to Bredan and Reddie and just as he was sitting down he heard a voice he had been craving -and dreading- to hear all night long.

"Would you have room at this merry table for one more to join you?’" Said Teluyaviel which prompted another round of introductions. "Gentlemen and Naria, this is Teluyaviel from the lands that used to be called Mirkwood. Telu, these are Bredan of Gondor (like myself), Reddie Sundry from the eastern lands... no, pardon me, from the east of these lands and Naria whom I believe you have met this afternoon." After everyone at the suddenly crowded table had said their respective 'hello's and 'how are you's they went back to what seemed to be the most popular conversation topic with the strangers to The Shire. The food.

"Ladies, Gentlemen," Started Farael "I have travelled a little bit. Little by elven standards, " he nodded at Telu "but a fair bit for us men. I was born in Gondor and traveled to many a city on its realms. I have been to Rohan as well yet I have never tasted food as good as the one I have today. I don't know if Master Bredan has heard this during his time in the White City but for a while it was fashionable to compliment someone's cooking by saying that it was 'as good as Lembas for a tired traveller' -considering My Lord the King used to have it as a meal during his great adventures- but if M'lady Teluyaviel will forgive me I shall declare that this food is even better than the elven bread!" He realized then that, caught up in the moment, he had stood up and was holding his mug of ale as if proposing a toast. "Cheers" he muttered and sat down again, hoping in the soft yet dim light no one would notice him blushing.

01-26-2006, 06:54 PM	#2
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	After the little incident with the chair, Naria approached Farael and his two newfound friends. He stood up and introduced the lady to Bredan and Reddie and just as he was sitting down he heard a voice he had been craving -and dreading- to hear all night long. "Would you have room at this merry table for one more to join you?’" Said Teluyaviel which prompted another round of introductions. "Gentlemen and Naria, this is Teluyaviel from the lands that used to be called Mirkwood. Telu, these are Bredan of Gondor (like myself), Reddie Sundry from the eastern lands... no, pardon me, from the east of these lands and Naria whom I believe you have met this afternoon." After everyone at the suddenly crowded table had said their respective 'hello's and 'how are you's they went back to what seemed to be the most popular conversation topic with the strangers to The Shire. The food. "Ladies, Gentlemen," Started Farael "I have travelled a little bit. Little by elven standards, " he nodded at Telu "but a fair bit for us men. I was born in Gondor and traveled to many a city on its realms. I have been to Rohan as well yet I have never tasted food as good as the one I have today. I don't know if Master Bredan has heard this during his time in the White City but for a while it was fashionable to compliment someone's cooking by saying that it was 'as good as Lembas for a tired traveller' -considering My Lord the King used to have it as a meal during his great adventures- but if M'lady Teluyaviel will forgive me I shall declare that this food is even better than the elven bread!" He realized then that, caught up in the moment, he had stood up and was holding his mug of ale as if proposing a toast. "Cheers" he muttered and sat down again, hoping in the soft yet dim light no one would notice him blushing. __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes this morning.

01-26-2006, 04:40 PM	#1
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	"But enough about my issues. I can't help I'm this way. What's interesting about life in the Shire?" Allowing Ariane to skirt around these personal issues that had so affected her life in Gondor, Astilwen set about making her feel more at ease with tales of the Shire. As she spoke though, she found it hard to think of things that made life interesting. Fun and enjoyable and comfortable yes, but not interesting. She loved it here, and would never wish to have been born anywhere else, for even in Bree the hobbit parents weren't so free with their friendships and their children, having to look out for the Big People all around. The sheltered life that hobbits in the Shire had was often taken for granted, but it was still appreciated. She realised that she had trailed off into thought, and that Ariane was looking saddened at the thought that perhaps the Shire was not the paradise it was made out to be. Feeling ashamed of herself for thinking such thoughts about her home Astilwen quickly set about telling tales of parties and happenings that had occurred in her lifetime, and soon had the other woman laughing at her descriptions of hobbits so fat after sumptuous meals that they could not walk themselves home. "It sounds wonderful!" Ariane said through her giggles. "It is." Sighed Astilwen. "But sometimes I feel that I would like to leave, to see more of the world, like you." __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”