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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:11:40 GMT -5
"Well Met" Elemmiire replied to the strange elf infront of her. Who could this be. I know her face. "Who are you? Have we met before?" Then Elemmiire noticed a woman sitting near the fire, she wanted to feel the warmth against her and started walking towards the small table. The other elf follows Elemmiire to the table. "May I share this table with you?" Elemmiire asked the strange woman. The woman nodded her head yes and said nothing, yet...
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:12:51 GMT -5
Rodwen was about to say something, anything to this strange elf, mostly to break the silence, when the words "Well met" came from the other elf. Rodwen started before reilizing it had been the start of an answer to her earlier acnowledgement and question. But then the other elf said something somewhat unexpected. She asked if they had met. This struck Rodwen as odd- she seemed to recignize the other, the other recignized her. The other elf started walking in the direction of the fireside table-and Rodwen followed, curious. She waited a moment after the other Elf had asked the stranger if she was welcome before asking. "Greetings." She said. "May I share this table with you also?" Rodwen waited for the strange women to answer...
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:13:13 GMT -5
McDLT looks up at the two elves and wonders what they are doing here. But thinks that maybe some light conversation might be good for her to forget the past few months. "Oh yes, both of you are more than welcome to come sit by the fire and sup with me."
Turning towards the innkeeper McDLT says, "Miss Rushlight may I have some more food and drink to share with my new found friends?"
After taking a deep breath McDLT says, "Hello and well met. I have never been to this Inn or this area for that matter but am enjoying the fine food and drink. Do you know this area? This place is quite foreign to me and so are the people. But I have found the people to be most pleasant so far and very polite."
McDLT anixously awaits her dinner companions replies.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:13:39 GMT -5
Rodwen nodded and sat down at the small table. "Thank you..." She started, hesitating, but then going on. "I..know this area, somewhat. The people here are hobbits, or haflings, and they are generally courteous and interested in strangers. They don't usally get many, from what i've heard. So..what brings you here?" as she asked her question, she wondered if she had asked the right thing. "Just wondring, of course-no offence ment." She waited tensly for the other to answer...
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:14:02 GMT -5
"Thank you for the seat," Elemmiire said sitting down in the small chair. The fire felt good on her damp skin and she was begining to dry when the other elf spoke. "I have never been in this area," replied Ele. "This is my first to see a hobbit. Strange folk they are. I have traveled to many places, but have never been here before. It is strange to me. Will you tell me move of these 'haflings'?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:14:28 GMT -5
McDLT looked around nervously, all she wanted was to divert attention away from herself, now she had to say something at least to respond to Rodwen's comments. She was very much relieved when the other elf spoke. Now she could avoid the questions about herself and focus on these halfings. Looking at Rodwen, she asked, "Yes, I too would like to know more about the folk here. They are just so generous and helpful. I wonder why?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:14:51 GMT -5
Primrose had just finished helping the Cotton boys set up the visitors' rooms, and was now headed towards the kitchen to get some mushrooms and ale for them. However, Tom caught her arm as she walked away. "Who are those strange travellers? Where do they come from?" Primrose looked at the strange group. They were all still wearing their dark cloaks, and were huddled around the table. "I do not know. Two at least are fair folk, though I do not know where they have come from. And the last... well, I do not know who her people are, but her name is McDLT. She does not seem to wish to tell of her business, but she is very kind." Tom looked suspiciously at the table, then back at Primrose. "Well, fair folk or not, I don't want any trouble tonight. There's no telling what them strangers might do." Primrose scowled at him as he turned back down the hall. She didn't understand why some people were so mistrusting. Everything she had ever heard about elves (which was not very much, but still reliable, as most of it came from Mr. Bilbo Baggins) had sounded so lovely. Primrose decided Tom had no idea what he was talking about, and turned away towards the kitchen.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:15:17 GMT -5
Primrose emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later carrying two mugs of ale. As she made her way for the table by the fire, she noticed Tom Cotton sulking by the wall, carefully watching the travelers. He noticed Primrose, who gave him a meaningful look, and he went into the kitchen with a sigh. Primrose cautiously approached the table, not wanting to interrupt the conversation. The travelers looked up. They did not seem to mind Primrose's presence, so she ventured to sit down at the round table, setting the mugs before the two elves. She was not normally quite so brave, but her interest in elves won her over. Speaking to the entire group, she asked, "So, what brings such people as yourselves to Bywater?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:15:48 GMT -5
Rodwen was about to speak when Primrose emerged from the kitchen. Though she did not show it, she was still uncomfortable with these strangers,not knowing who they were or why they were here. But she did not ask, for she would not be to willing to give any information either. When Primrose tryed to get some conversation started at the silent table, she decided she would tell the others....some of the reasons she was here. Besides.. She thought to herself, one of the others is an elf. Im hoping i can at least trust my own kind! "Bywater, then?" She started hesitantly. "I summarised as much. I am a ...traveller, in some ways. It so happens I ended up here when I had to...ah...sidetrack my course, you might say." Not a lie...but not the whole truth either. Rodwen was staring to wonder how much she was willing to explain if she was pressed. She wanted to trust these strangers...for in these dark times, trust was scarce, and she longed for someone she could trust, someone who would trust her. She waited to see if the others would speak...
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:16:13 GMT -5
With some trepidation and being encouraged by the fact the Rodwen shared a bit first McDLT began.
"Well it has been a most difficult few weeks for me, with the loss of my companions." McDLT pauses as look of sorrow crosses her face.
"Aah but perhaps I should start at the beginning, but before that, my pipe needs some weed and a light." As she pulls out her pouch, she notices it is empty, just a bit of crushed and crumbled leaves in it.
McDLT looks across the table at the hobbit, "Primose Rushlight, would you happen to have any pipeweed available for purchase for this weary traveller?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:16:40 GMT -5
Primrose stands and says, "Oh, you'll find that, though to you we are a strange folk, our weed is the best that ever a weary traveler could wish for. But needn't you worry about paying. You are a guest at the Green Dragon, and that means hospitality." Primrose gives McDLT a grin and leaves for the cellars behind the kitchen.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:17:05 GMT -5
Elemmire sat quietly wondering what to say as the hobbit sat down at the table. She thought about her hard travels and were she would go next when the other elf spoke. Elemmiire was relived that she didn't have to speak yet. Her thoughts quited for a while longer as she listened to the others.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:17:29 GMT -5
Back in the kitchen, Primrose was busy finding the pipeweed. Turning around, she saw Tom Cotton standing behind her with a somewhat sheepish look on his face. "I'm sorry, Primrose. I shouldn't be so skeptical about our guests. I suppose it's only that folk are saying that there's trouble brewing beyond our borders, and we have to be careful. But my sister spent a lot of time listening to old Mister Bilbo, and I even joined her sometimes, and them elves do sound like they're kind enough." Primrose smiled brightly at Tom. "Don't worry yourself, Tom. They are kind enough; more than kind enough, from what these strangers show." Tom looked reassured. "Do you think they'd mind me sitting with them? Just for a while. I'd like to hear some about the wide world, if they have any news." He looked at Primrose hopefully. "Of couse! I'll ask them," she said, laughing. Tom grinned at her, and they walked over for the door to the commons room.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:18:15 GMT -5
With Primrose away from the table, McDLT looks carefully at the elves sitting with her and with a forlorn look, "I know of elves from Lothlorien. Which area are you from?"
Rodwen figeted in her chair but kept her face clear of any emotion. She wansn't quite sure she wanted to answer this person's questions...but she didn't want to end a possible alliance of friendship before it even started. "I am from....well, the north,to be more general" she started, gestering northward with her hand. "I'm not sure you would know, or recignize the name of my homeland...unless, you to, were from the north, or had been around there. Does anyone here know of anything from there?" she finished, looking around at the faces at her table. Should be good enough She thought to herself. She hoped another one of the starangers was from the north, for that wuld, she guessed, lesson the rift between her and the others, if only a little.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:19:08 GMT -5
After Rodwen's response, McDLT sat deep in thought. 'What could this elf be saying? Where could she be implying? I wonder if anyone has heard news of beloved. How can I ask? Who can I trust?' McDLT felt a headache coming on. She called out for Miss Rushlight.
Primrose had just walked out the kitchen door with Tom behind her when she heard her name being called. She hurried over to the table of strangers. "Yes, McDLT? What may you need?"
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