Soronume pondered the thought that upon his current visit to the Green Dragon Inn, the bar seemed to be occupied more so of Hobbits than of any previous occaision. That, of course, didn't seem strange to him considering he was in the Shire, but there did seem to be a curious lack of his own people tonight.
Aman was once again at the bar, rushing around as he could remember he doing so. He caught her sight briefly in which time he held up his glass, gesturing for another drink. She nodded and Soronume knew it would not be long before she would serve him, just as soon as she had dealt with several other, characters, at the bar.
Soronume sat at the bar quite content for a few moments, then he realised he had not yet removed his cloak. A rush of embarrassment waved over him, how rude to still be wearing such a soiled and tattered overcoat in the finest inn he had had the pleasure of visiting. What would Aman and the others running about the inn think of him? He stood calmly, though with a hidden urgency and removed his cloak, laying it across his lap as he sat back down. Taking the cloak from the back of his neck allowed a little more of his dark hair to fall about his shoulders. It partially covered his face in shadow.
Brushing his left hand over his lap he felt the marks left on the cloak from its wear and the battles it had seen. His fingers met a tear and he slid them through carefully to inspect the damage. As he did so, he remembered his travels that had earnt him such markings. Soronume sang, quietly;
"Walking paths seldom trodden
Wandering forests unknown by man,
Telling tales of myths forgotten
Strength in both mind and hand.
Living a life of solitude
Travelling by the day and dark,
A bright light shone from within
But lonely forever in his heart.
Cursed not with weary feet
Only with a lasting hope,
Navigating by the stars
His intuition led him home."
Soronume looked up and wiped his face with his hands, though no tears had departed, those words had stirred up old memories within him.
Walking paths seldom trodden? That was not far from his own truth now. Soronume hoped that his fate was not the same as the end of that particular tale.
Aman seemed to be on her way towards Soronume. He wasn't sure whether she had heard him singing, but his song was not new. Had she heard it, she may have remembered it from a long time ago. Soronume looked down the bar. A maiden was looking in his direction. Perhaps he had been heard?