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

Valier · 01-15-2006, 09:28 PM

After helping Naria get fitted into her gown, Penn chose a brilliant blue flowing gown for herself,with a matching ribbon for her hair. Smiling at Naria, Penn felt it was her turn to twirl. She giggled at how girly the two young women were being about their dressing up.

Penn tucked the worn bag she always kept at her side under the covers of her bed.Hopefully the two rascals inside would stay put for the evening.Looking toward Naria she appeared to be deep in thought. " Would you like to go? I hear the music starting." They shut the door behind them and proceeded towards the commonroom, then out the Inn's front door.

The front yard was beautifully decorated with lanterns and other fair things.Penn sighed at the simple beauty of the place she was standing in.

Penn looked around to see many new faces,and one she knew.Farael was standing alone with a look of longing on his face.At that moment Penn did not want to disturb him so she looked around for the two gentalmenly Dwarves she had met earlier. She could not pick them out of the crowd,as of yet so in turn she looked for the man with the striking blue eyes.He was no where to be seen either.Penn decided to get an ale and wait for her friends return.

Maeggaladiel · 01-16-2006, 12:53 AM

"Ah!" said Hallien as the music drifted inside the inn. "And so it begins!"

Finishing her drink, she hefted the stringed instrument across her back, tucked the book under her arm, secured her hat on her head, and strolled outside. It was a beautiful evening; the perfect weather for a party under the open skies. Humming, she pulled out a char and seated herself.

nynnd1 · 01-16-2006, 11:37 AM

Bredan went out to join the party after sitting in the common room for a couple of hours, resting after his journey, Bredan had not been as relaxed for ages. As he sat there it was as if the Gondorian man was being called by the music of the party outside.

Bredan put his large bag in the backroom by the kind permission of the Hobbit lass and walked out of the door, there he was greeted by dozens of smiling faces all enjoying the party.

“My first party at the Green Dragon.” Bredan said as he looked around the party, he was mainly looking for Lady Aman, he had wanted to say thanks since he arrived back. Bredan noticed someone that looked familiar, he was a few inches higher than anyone else at the party and looked like he was alone. Bredan trawled through his memory to see if it was best to avoid this man but could not place him, the Gondorian concluded that he could not be that bad if he was not completely in the memories of Bredan.

Bredan collected two jugs of ale and walked over to the man,

“I wondered if you wanted to have a jug with me.” Bredan said, pushing forward one of the jugs and looking into the eyes of the other man, still seeing if he noticed him. It was then Bredan got a clue about where he may have recognised the man.

“Am I to guess that you are from the White City too?” Bredan said as he noticed the brooch of a white tree. “I am Bredan of Gondor, and pleased to meet you if you are Gondorian or not.”

Farael smiled at Bredan, and took the jug of ale.

Kath · 01-16-2006, 02:18 PM

Astilwen was a friendly soul, and had a natural instinct to go to those who looked unhappy or ill at ease. She had come wandering back into the Inn, after spending a few pleasant hours sitting amongst the flowers outside, to search for some food. She was on the way to find one of the girls she had seen serving here the night before, but was distracted by the sight of a woman sitting in the corner alone.

She had a funny half smile on her face, as if amused but saddened by something both at the same time. She was also staring at the large plates of food, but from this distance it was difficult to tell whether it was with longing or she was just staring off into the distance. Deciding to find out which it was, Astiwen set about weaving her way through the crowd of people. She planted herself in front of the woman, leaning forwards so her words could be heard above the music.

"I was just headed over to the buffet, would you like me to fetch you anything?"

Farael · 01-16-2006, 02:43 PM

Farael was still trying to catch a glimpse of Telu's eyes when he felt a mug of ale all but pressed against his hands. Smiling broadly to hide the fact that he had been really surprised he managed to listen to the man who was talking to him

... I am Bredan of Gondor, and pleased to meet you if you are Gondorian or not.

Farael smiled again, this time happy to find someone from his city "And I am Farael of Gondor, always pleased to meet another soul from the white city". The man looked familiar. Unsettlingly so as he was all but sure he had not seen Bredan before at the Inn.

Still, the mood outside was merry and Farael felt himself relax as he enjoyed the music (and another sip of his ale). "So tell me, Master Bredan, what is a fine man from Gondor doing so far from our city? For it was all but luck that lead me into this city and this Inn"

Huan · 01-16-2006, 03:51 PM

The Elf drew near Rowan, his eyes sparkling merrily. ‘And shall you answer him, dear Rowan,’ Emlin asked, pulling out his silver fife. He blew a few sweet notes, his brows arched at her expectantly.

‘Well, then,’ she answered, giving a considering look to where Gil stood on the little stage, where he had turned round to talk to his companions. They had just put fiddle to chin and were about to begin themselves, when she sang out from the edge of the space cleared for dancing. Her voice ran gaily along the words as Emlin piped the tune behind her . . .

There were three gypsies a come to my door,
And downstairs ran this lady, O!
One sang high and another sang low,
And the other sang bonny, bonny, Lindon, O!

Then she pulled off her silk finished gown
And put on hose of leather, O!
The ragged, ragged, rags about our door,
She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

It was late last night, when my lord came home,
Enquiring for his a-lady, O!
The servants said, on every hand,
She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

O saddle to me my milk-white steed,
Go and fetch me my pony, O!
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

O he rode high and he rode low,
He rode through woods and copses too,
Until he came to an open field,
And there he espied his a-lady, O!

What makes you leave your house and land?
What makes you leave your money, O?
What makes you leave your new wedded lord?
To go with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money, O?
What care I for my new wedded lord?
I'm off with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O!
And to-night you'll sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

What care I for a goose-feather bed?
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O!
For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!

'And are we to be the gypsies you've run off with?' asked Talan, laughing, her arm about the Hobbit's waist. 'Or do you mean to give challenge to that poor besotted boy?'

'Perhaps so,' said Rowan, her eyes glinting mischievously. 'I think he will not be caught so easily. And I know that I won't. So let us see how the evening will play out.' She turned away from the stage heading toward the casks of ale. 'Half pint, if you please,' she told the server.

Undómë · 01-16-2006, 04:05 PM

For a moment she thought she had caught his eye, but Farael turned away even as she raised a hand to wave to him. A man had engaged him in conversation. ‘Later, then,’ she told herself. ‘He is sure to have other interests than merely waiting for me.’

Her attention was engaged by the woman’s voice that rang out across from where she stood. The musicians on the stage had turned to listen to the song. And the one who had sung the first song seemed to listen to the Hobbit lass most intently.

There, behind the woman singer, stood an Elf in a motley of greens and browns. The colors reminded her of her former forest home as did the sweet piping she heard him playing. Telu worked her way around the edges of the crowd standing about the dance area and approached him.

‘Master Piper,’ she called, bowing slightly to him as he turned to her. ‘That was a lovely accompaniment. Where did you learn to play so sweetly?’

01-16-2006, 12:53 AM	#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	"Ah!" said Hallien as the music drifted inside the inn. "And so it begins!" Finishing her drink, she hefted the stringed instrument across her back, tucked the book under her arm, secured her hat on her head, and strolled outside. It was a beautiful evening; the perfect weather for a party under the open skies. Humming, she pulled out a char and seated herself. __________________ "Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.

01-16-2006, 11:37 AM	#3
nynnd1 Haunting Spirit Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: england Posts: 64	Man of Gondor? Bredan went out to join the party after sitting in the common room for a couple of hours, resting after his journey, Bredan had not been as relaxed for ages. As he sat there it was as if the Gondorian man was being called by the music of the party outside. Bredan put his large bag in the backroom by the kind permission of the Hobbit lass and walked out of the door, there he was greeted by dozens of smiling faces all enjoying the party. “My first party at the Green Dragon.” Bredan said as he looked around the party, he was mainly looking for Lady Aman, he had wanted to say thanks since he arrived back. Bredan noticed someone that looked familiar, he was a few inches higher than anyone else at the party and looked like he was alone. Bredan trawled through his memory to see if it was best to avoid this man but could not place him, the Gondorian concluded that he could not be that bad if he was not completely in the memories of Bredan. Bredan collected two jugs of ale and walked over to the man, “I wondered if you wanted to have a jug with me.” Bredan said, pushing forward one of the jugs and looking into the eyes of the other man, still seeing if he noticed him. It was then Bredan got a clue about where he may have recognised the man. “Am I to guess that you are from the White City too?” Bredan said as he noticed the brooch of a white tree. “I am Bredan of Gondor, and pleased to meet you if you are Gondorian or not.” Farael smiled at Bredan, and took the jug of ale. __________________ I use my sword, narcatic, to uphold peace. Never for vengance.

01-16-2006, 02:18 PM	#4
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Astilwen was a friendly soul, and had a natural instinct to go to those who looked unhappy or ill at ease. She had come wandering back into the Inn, after spending a few pleasant hours sitting amongst the flowers outside, to search for some food. She was on the way to find one of the girls she had seen serving here the night before, but was distracted by the sight of a woman sitting in the corner alone. She had a funny half smile on her face, as if amused but saddened by something both at the same time. She was also staring at the large plates of food, but from this distance it was difficult to tell whether it was with longing or she was just staring off into the distance. Deciding to find out which it was, Astiwen set about weaving her way through the crowd of people. She planted herself in front of the woman, leaning forwards so her words could be heard above the music. "I was just headed over to the buffet, would you like me to fetch you anything?" __________________ “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

01-16-2006, 02:43 PM	#5
Farael Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment. Posts: 1,538	Farael was still trying to catch a glimpse of Telu's eyes when he felt a mug of ale all but pressed against his hands. Smiling broadly to hide the fact that he had been really surprised he managed to listen to the man who was talking to him ... I am Bredan of Gondor, and pleased to meet you if you are Gondorian or not. Farael smiled again, this time happy to find someone from his city "And I am Farael of Gondor, always pleased to meet another soul from the white city". The man looked familiar. Unsettlingly so as he was all but sure he had not seen Bredan before at the Inn. Still, the mood outside was merry and Farael felt himself relax as he enjoyed the music (and another sip of his ale). "So tell me, Master Bredan, what is a fine man from Gondor doing so far from our city? For it was all but luck that lead me into this city and this Inn" __________________ I prepared Explosive Runes this morning.

01-16-2006, 03:51 PM	#6
Huan Haunting Spirit Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Halls of Oromë Posts: 54	The Elf drew near Rowan, his eyes sparkling merrily. ‘And shall you answer him, dear Rowan,’ Emlin asked, pulling out his silver fife. He blew a few sweet notes, his brows arched at her expectantly. ‘Well, then,’ she answered, giving a considering look to where Gil stood on the little stage, where he had turned round to talk to his companions. They had just put fiddle to chin and were about to begin themselves, when she sang out from the edge of the space cleared for dancing. Her voice ran gaily along the words as Emlin piped the tune behind her . . . There were three gypsies a come to my door, And downstairs ran this lady, O! One sang high and another sang low, And the other sang bonny, bonny, Lindon, O! Then she pulled off her silk finished gown And put on hose of leather, O! The ragged, ragged, rags about our door, She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! It was late last night, when my lord came home, Enquiring for his a-lady, O! The servants said, on every hand, She's gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! O saddle to me my milk-white steed, Go and fetch me my pony, O! That I may ride and seek my bride, Who is gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! O he rode high and he rode low, He rode through woods and copses too, Until he came to an open field, And there he espied his a-lady, O! What makes you leave your house and land? What makes you leave your money, O? What makes you leave your new wedded lord? To go with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! What care I for my house and my land? What care I for my money, O? What care I for my new wedded lord? I'm off with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! Last night you slept on a goose-feather bed, With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! And to-night you'll sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! What care I for a goose-feather bed? With the sheet turned down so bravely, O! For to-night I shall sleep in a cold open field, Along with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O! 'And are we to be the gypsies you've run off with?' asked Talan, laughing, her arm about the Hobbit's waist. 'Or do you mean to give challenge to that poor besotted boy?' 'Perhaps so,' said Rowan, her eyes glinting mischievously. 'I think he will not be caught so easily. And I know that I won't. So let us see how the evening will play out.' She turned away from the stage heading toward the casks of ale. 'Half pint, if you please,' she told the server. __________________ But Huan the hound was true of heart, and the love of Lúthien had fallen upon him in the first hour of their meeting; and he grieved at her captivity . . .

01-15-2006, 09:28 PM	#1
Valier Twisted Taleswapper Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: somewhere between sanity and insanity Posts: 1,706	Looking for some dwarven company After helping Naria get fitted into her gown, Penn chose a brilliant blue flowing gown for herself,with a matching ribbon for her hair. Smiling at Naria, Penn felt it was her turn to twirl. She giggled at how girly the two young women were being about their dressing up. Penn tucked the worn bag she always kept at her side under the covers of her bed.Hopefully the two rascals inside would stay put for the evening.Looking toward Naria she appeared to be deep in thought. " Would you like to go? I hear the music starting." They shut the door behind them and proceeded towards the commonroom, then out the Inn's front door. The front yard was beautifully decorated with lanterns and other fair things.Penn sighed at the simple beauty of the place she was standing in. Penn looked around to see many new faces,and one she knew.Farael was standing alone with a look of longing on his face.At that moment Penn did not want to disturb him so she looked around for the two gentalmenly Dwarves she had met earlier. She could not pick them out of the crowd,as of yet so in turn she looked for the man with the striking blue eyes.He was no where to be seen either.Penn decided to get an ale and wait for her friends return. __________________ grand return?........

01-16-2006, 04:05 PM	#7
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	For a moment she thought she had caught his eye, but Farael turned away even as she raised a hand to wave to him. A man had engaged him in conversation. ‘Later, then,’ she told herself. ‘He is sure to have other interests than merely waiting for me.’ Her attention was engaged by the woman’s voice that rang out across from where she stood. The musicians on the stage had turned to listen to the song. And the one who had sung the first song seemed to listen to the Hobbit lass most intently. There, behind the woman singer, stood an Elf in a motley of greens and browns. The colors reminded her of her former forest home as did the sweet piping she heard him playing. Telu worked her way around the edges of the crowd standing about the dance area and approached him. ‘Master Piper,’ she called, bowing slightly to him as he turned to her. ‘That was a lovely accompaniment. Where did you learn to play so sweetly?’ __________________ Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .