[Folwren]

Tim, having tended to the two ponies, stepped back out of the barn into the sunlight again. He glanced about him and seeing nothing new that needed to be attended to immediately, he went towards the kitchen door to see if he could be of any assistance there. He'd half crossed the yard when a new figure rode up on the road. The horse stopped before the inn and Tim turned to go to them and see if the rider was stopping and wanted the horse put up.

It was a woman who dismounted, Tim noted as he drew nearer, and as she looked at the inn, she had a small smile on her face, reflecting the thoughts in her head.

'She's happy,' Tim thought.

The horse stepped to the side as the woman walked away from it, and her head lowered towards the ground and began nibbling at whatever grass it could find.

"Wait, ma'am! Do you want-?" But the woman hadn't heard him and had just stepped into the door. Tim stopped. What did he do now? The horse might wander off in search of grass. Some hobbit lad might spook it - or it might step on the reins, if they dangled too close to the ground, and he'd seen the reaction of enough horses to know that wasn't a good thing to happen.

The best thing to do would be to go in and ask the woman if she wanted her horse put up. He shrugged his shoulders, put down whatever doubts he had of addressing a total stranger, and hurried after her. Entering the inn, he spotted her almost immediately, still glancing around for someplace to sit, probably. Tim walked quickly towards the woman.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said, stepping up beside her. "Your horse...you left her outside. Do you want me to feed and water her?"