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

Celuien · 01-08-2006, 07:39 AM

"Oof! My, but that's heavy!" Robin staggered out of the Inn, burdened with a stack of chairs. It seemed that a few of the tables in the yard still lacked proper seating arrangements. Atop the seats was a precariously balanced tray of flowers in glass vases. He carefully set the chairs on the ground, transferred the flowers to an empty spot on a nearby table, and scurried about, putting the chairs in their proper places. Then came the flowers, one vase to each of the small tables, two each of the larger ones. Work finished, he went back inside to rest.

Entering the Inn, Robin heard several queries about the upcoming festivities. What's this party for, if I may be so bold as to inquire? Any special occasion going on around here, or something of the like? He walked up to the two strangers and bowed. "Robin Sandheaver, at your service. We're celebrating the generosity of Fordogrim's gift of casks of ale in his mug-stacking contest." Robin was too modest to mention his own role in the challenge. "I hope you will be joining us." He smiled. Turning to the bespectacled member of the pair, he said, "That's a lovely hat."

Maeggaladiel · 01-08-2006, 11:40 PM

"Robin Sandheaver, at your service. We're celebrating the generosity of Fordogrim's gift of casks of ale in his mug-stacking contest. I hope you will be joining us."" Hallien smiled at the woman who had inquired about the party.

"Sounds like a grand affair indeed, hmm?" she asked, grinning. "Well, I for one don't intend to miss it."

He smiled. Turning to the bespectacled member of the pair, he said, "That's a lovely hat."

Hallien laughed, looking at the hat in question.

"Why thank you, Mr. Sandheaver," she said. She beamed down at the faded hat. "It's seen its share of years, as you can probably tell. It's of a fine vintage." She patted it.

"Seems like it's going to be some party," she said jovially, looking out at the many tables and chairs. "Is there a need for more volunteers? Setting up and the like? If so, I'd be glad to enlist myself." She picked up the hat and touched it to her head, only to sweep it off in a theatrical bow. "Hallien Winterwood, at your service."

nynnd1 · 01-09-2006, 05:47 PM

Bredan walked to the start of the path that led to the door of the Green Dragon. A big smile came across his face and he felt something inside him, he felt that he was home. Although of course he wasn’t, he had left Gondor and decided to come to the Shire almost two years ago. But the road was not a simple one, his horse had been killed when he had been attacked and robbed, but it was all right know. Thanks to lady Aman and Master Meriadoc.

Bredan had enjoyed his time with the Brandybuck, being able to help repair the stable for him, it was the least the Gondorian man could do for the lending of a horse. Bredan continued to smile as he walked up the path to the Inn, cheery hobbits organising chairs outside.

“Good day.” Bredan said to all.

As he pushed the door Bredan remembered when he had first entered, a confused angry man, but he felt different. He couldn’t help thinking it was because he had found his assailants and taken his possessions back, along with other things they had collected. Bredan had to kill two of them or he would no longer be here, but he took one back to Brandybuck hall where he was sent to jail.

Bredan walked up to the bar and run his hands over it as if he was searching for memories, but he did not need to search, the memories were fresh in his mind.

“I acted like an idiot.” He muttered under his breath.

Bredan looked up to see if he could get served, the young hobbit maid serving looked apprehensive about serving but came up anyway.

“What can I get you sir?” asked Ruby, standing a little further away than usual.

“You can let me apologise for my rude behaviour last time I inhabited this inn,” said the Gondorian man. “I can promise that I have changed.”

“That is ok we had all wondered where you had gone.”

The Gondorian man felt the kindness sweep all over him and smiled.

“If you would be kind enough to get me a cup of tea I will tell you when you are less busy.”

“That would be great said the young Hobbit lass.” And she ran to get the tea.

01-08-2006, 11:40 PM	#2
Maeggaladiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: The end of the world as we know it. I feel fine, incidentally. Posts: 500	"Robin Sandheaver, at your service. We're celebrating the generosity of Fordogrim's gift of casks of ale in his mug-stacking contest. I hope you will be joining us."" Hallien smiled at the woman who had inquired about the party. "Sounds like a grand affair indeed, hmm?" she asked, grinning. "Well, I for one don't intend to miss it." He smiled. Turning to the bespectacled member of the pair, he said, "That's a lovely hat." Hallien laughed, looking at the hat in question. "Why thank you, Mr. Sandheaver," she said. She beamed down at the faded hat. "It's seen its share of years, as you can probably tell. It's of a fine vintage." She patted it. "Seems like it's going to be some party," she said jovially, looking out at the many tables and chairs. "Is there a need for more volunteers? Setting up and the like? If so, I'd be glad to enlist myself." She picked up the hat and touched it to her head, only to sweep it off in a theatrical bow. "Hallien Winterwood, at your service." __________________ "Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.

01-09-2006, 05:47 PM	#3
nynnd1 Haunting Spirit Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: england Posts: 64	A Return Bredan walked to the start of the path that led to the door of the Green Dragon. A big smile came across his face and he felt something inside him, he felt that he was home. Although of course he wasn’t, he had left Gondor and decided to come to the Shire almost two years ago. But the road was not a simple one, his horse had been killed when he had been attacked and robbed, but it was all right know. Thanks to lady Aman and Master Meriadoc. Bredan had enjoyed his time with the Brandybuck, being able to help repair the stable for him, it was the least the Gondorian man could do for the lending of a horse. Bredan continued to smile as he walked up the path to the Inn, cheery hobbits organising chairs outside. “Good day.” Bredan said to all. As he pushed the door Bredan remembered when he had first entered, a confused angry man, but he felt different. He couldn’t help thinking it was because he had found his assailants and taken his possessions back, along with other things they had collected. Bredan had to kill two of them or he would no longer be here, but he took one back to Brandybuck hall where he was sent to jail. Bredan walked up to the bar and run his hands over it as if he was searching for memories, but he did not need to search, the memories were fresh in his mind. “I acted like an idiot.” He muttered under his breath. Bredan looked up to see if he could get served, the young hobbit maid serving looked apprehensive about serving but came up anyway. “What can I get you sir?” asked Ruby, standing a little further away than usual. “You can let me apologise for my rude behaviour last time I inhabited this inn,” said the Gondorian man. “I can promise that I have changed.” “That is ok we had all wondered where you had gone.” The Gondorian man felt the kindness sweep all over him and smiled. “If you would be kind enough to get me a cup of tea I will tell you when you are less busy.” “That would be great said the young Hobbit lass.” And she ran to get the tea. __________________ I use my sword, narcatic, to uphold peace. Never for vengance.

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01-08-2006, 07:39 AM	#1
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	"Oof! My, but that's heavy!" Robin staggered out of the Inn, burdened with a stack of chairs. It seemed that a few of the tables in the yard still lacked proper seating arrangements. Atop the seats was a precariously balanced tray of flowers in glass vases. He carefully set the chairs on the ground, transferred the flowers to an empty spot on a nearby table, and scurried about, putting the chairs in their proper places. Then came the flowers, one vase to each of the small tables, two each of the larger ones. Work finished, he went back inside to rest. Entering the Inn, Robin heard several queries about the upcoming festivities. What's this party for, if I may be so bold as to inquire? Any special occasion going on around here, or something of the like? He walked up to the two strangers and bowed. "Robin Sandheaver, at your service. We're celebrating the generosity of Fordogrim's gift of casks of ale in his mug-stacking contest." Robin was too modest to mention his own role in the challenge. "I hope you will be joining us." He smiled. Turning to the bespectacled member of the pair, he said, "That's a lovely hat."