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Dynaviir · 07-28-2003, 01:23 PM

Dynaviir woke up slowly. It had been a beautiful dream. In it he saw a meadow, a place he had never seen before. And yet it was familiar, as if he had known it all his life. He awoke to find himself clutching his pendant. Slowly he removed his hand from it and lifted himself from the bed. Then he lifted the pendant again, and kissed it. Then he set it down again, letting it hang over the cloak he had worn to sleep in.

He looked around the room and went to the wash basin. Roughly half an hour later he was dressed and drying his hair. He had taken a towel from his bag and now he set it back inside. He turned and went to the bed, where lying next to it, leaning on a dresser, was his sheathed sword. He took it and tied it to his belt. He knew he would not need it though, but it was a part of him. He would not leave it behind.

Slowly turning, then eyeing his sack for the last time that morning, he closed the door and closed the lock with his key. He found himself back inside the low hallway for the fourth time. He was beginning to get used to it now, but he still had a few problems with the banisters and the wooden beams in the gaps where doorways would have been set.

He entered the common room and looked around. The fire wasn't burning as it was too early in the morning. He was glad of it, and glad for the cold. He had found he did not need a fire the night before, as somehow talking with Niniel seemed to have made him forget the chill wind. He looked around at the doorway and tried to spot her. Suddenly a hobbit hit his leg from behind, and he turned with a snap, startling the poor fellow and almost made him drop his plates. The hobbit apologised and hurried off, and Dynaviir wondered why he had looked so scared. Then he remembered the trays and he felt hungry, and he turned to the bar to find something to eat.

Today was the first of many days he would finally have to relax. But now, he did not feel like relaxing. He felt refreshed, as if the peace with at least one of the guests had somehow awoken lost energy within him. He wanted now to rush outside and ride with Doienwei, and to have a picnic by the river as he heard many Shire-folk did often. But then he realised one lone ranger from the South wouldn't have been a merry picnic, and so instead he decided he would look for any spare jobs to do. Growing up in a blacksmith's shop until he was 6, and having practiced crafts before, he knew he might be able to lend a hand to someone nearby.

07-28-2003, 01:23 PM	#11
Dynaviir Wight Join Date: Jul 2003 Posts: 30	Dynaviir woke up slowly. It had been a beautiful dream. In it he saw a meadow, a place he had never seen before. And yet it was familiar, as if he had known it all his life. He awoke to find himself clutching his pendant. Slowly he removed his hand from it and lifted himself from the bed. Then he lifted the pendant again, and kissed it. Then he set it down again, letting it hang over the cloak he had worn to sleep in. He looked around the room and went to the wash basin. Roughly half an hour later he was dressed and drying his hair. He had taken a towel from his bag and now he set it back inside. He turned and went to the bed, where lying next to it, leaning on a dresser, was his sheathed sword. He took it and tied it to his belt. He knew he would not need it though, but it was a part of him. He would not leave it behind. Slowly turning, then eyeing his sack for the last time that morning, he closed the door and closed the lock with his key. He found himself back inside the low hallway for the fourth time. He was beginning to get used to it now, but he still had a few problems with the banisters and the wooden beams in the gaps where doorways would have been set. He entered the common room and looked around. The fire wasn't burning as it was too early in the morning. He was glad of it, and glad for the cold. He had found he did not need a fire the night before, as somehow talking with Niniel seemed to have made him forget the chill wind. He looked around at the doorway and tried to spot her. Suddenly a hobbit hit his leg from behind, and he turned with a snap, startling the poor fellow and almost made him drop his plates. The hobbit apologised and hurried off, and Dynaviir wondered why he had looked so scared. Then he remembered the trays and he felt hungry, and he turned to the bar to find something to eat. Today was the first of many days he would finally have to relax. But now, he did not feel like relaxing. He felt refreshed, as if the peace with at least one of the guests had somehow awoken lost energy within him. He wanted now to rush outside and ride with Doienwei, and to have a picnic by the river as he heard many Shire-folk did often. But then he realised one lone ranger from the South wouldn't have been a merry picnic, and so instead he decided he would look for any spare jobs to do. Growing up in a blacksmith's shop until he was 6, and having practiced crafts before, he knew he might be able to lend a hand to someone nearby.