The Green Dragon - Part 2

[Frodess]

"Well," replied Merry "As for your first question, "I'm Merry and this is my cousin Pippin" he said gesturing to her. "And the Bagginses, from what I can gather are coming here for a feast or party of some sort."

"Masters Frodo, Samwise and Bilbo, I believe" sid Pippin looking wide-eyed at all the hustle and bustle about the Inn. They sat down beside her, "They were all involved in The War Of The Ring, many tales now tell about them." said Merry lowering his voice a little "But aside from that," continued Pippin, "They are very nice folk. We've only met them once or twice."

The rich smell of freshly baked cake wafted over to where they were sitting. Merry inhaled deeply "Ahhhh! If only I were helping in the kitchen!" "Why, so you could eat the Inn out of house and home before the guests even arrive?" asked Pippin laughing at him. "Your're right though, I'd like to help, it is definately for a good cause."

Merry nodded. "Would you care to join us Champignonne?" he asked.....

"Yes, I think I shall, for I am anxious to help those who have helped me." She looked around her again, as those who are shy sometimes do. "But it seems as though they are almost finished. What can we do?"

With that, she gazed sadly at her hairy, but strangely cute feet. She felt uncomfortable again, and wondered that, even though she could fix a mushroom soup that could rival many a Hobbitonian, if she would be exiled for the reputation that these two seemed to have. She almost smilled at the thought of their getting kicked out because of this Merry's incredible appitite. She looked back at the hobbits, feeling abnormally comfortable in their prescence. She shrugged her shoulders then waited. . .
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[Dain Ironfoot]

Cami was startled by the sound of knocking at the front door of the Inn. She went to answer it and was surprised to see a dwarf standing on the steps.

"Is this the Green Dragon Inn?" the dwarf asked. His pulled the hood of his cloak back to reveal bright blue eyes and an enormously long beard.

"Excuse me, Miss. But you wouldn't be Miss Cami, would you?"

"Y-y-yes," stammered the hobbit back. She had no idea who this was. As far as Cami knew, she had never been friends with any dwarves, not that she wouldn't relish the opportunity.

"My name, as you see, is Dain Ironfoot, and many years ago, when Bilbo went out adventuring with Gandalf, he and I met at the battle of the Five Armies. Actually, I'm Thorin's cousin. Cami wracked her brain, and smiled as she remembered reading the name in the Red Book of Westmarch."

"Miss Cami, I understand there will be a party here and Mister Baggins, the older one that is, will be in attendence. I would be much obliged if you'd let me stay. I haven't seen him in many a year and I think he might enjoy seeing me."

"Of course, come in." She opened the door and set him down at a table. "We'd be most happy to have you join us."

She brought him a pint of ale and continued with her work.

[Orual]

Rie flushed again at Tarondo's joke. "I'm not usually that clumsy," she insisted, "I just...slipped." She laughed. "But I wouldn't say no to some help--there's no shortage of brooms in this Inn!"

Just as she said that, Cami announced a break for all the workers. Rie turned back to Tarondo and shrugged. "Well, perhaps later," she said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Don standing by the wall, looking uncomfortable. "It's been a pleasure to meet you, and maybe you could show me some cobweb-cleaning tips after the break, but I have somebody that I need to talk to right now, if you'll excuse me."

Tarondo did, and she went over to Don. "Feeling all right?" she asked.

"Fine," Don replied.

Rie studied her for a moment in silence. Then she nodded. "Want to go for a walk? It's nice outside."

"Oh...oh, sure," Don said, and Rie led her out of the Inn.

They hurried outside to go on the walk. Don kept finding flowers and picking them, while looking wistfully at the beautiful flowers that grew in the gardens. "Those flowers are more beautiful than these wild ones," said Don.

"No, they're not. Even those these flowers are wild they can still be beautiful. You're wild," said Rie.

"And ugly."

Rie looked closely at the hobbit girl. She certainly wasn't beautiful, but her brown curls that crowned her head wildly, her large and soft brown eyes like a deer's, her rosy cheeks... this child was beautiful in her own special way.

Rie took one of the blue flowers from Don's hands and stuck it in the girl's hair. "That little flower is beautiful, and so are you."
A smile came to Don's face, but all she did was pick another flower from the ground.

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[Everdawn]

Snowdrop who had gone home to change came bustling through the door behind the dwarf and bumped into him "oh!" she squieled "I am so sorry!" she hurried off to behind the bar.

"Cami! I brought over some more kegs of ale... you do know how Bilbo likes his ale!" she laughed.

Umbria the elf slowly decended down the stairs "Cami, I understand there is and elf who should sing tonight, what is an elven song without a harper... I do not wish to eat or drink.. i will play for you tonight. If you do not mind. My liege, Bebberyn of Dol Amroth will not be joining me here tonight."

Snowdrop looked at the elf who had spoken to Cami and thought to herself "she looks like she could do with a good White wine."

[Sword Maiden Of The Shire]

"Maybe there are some last minute things we can do" Pippin replied to Champignonne. She rose and walked over to Cami "Excuse me, Miss, but my cousin and our friend over there are willing to help if there are any more small preparations to be done."

The Inn looked very different, thought Merry. Almost every rafter was dressed in bright colours and already guests where awaiting the others' arrival.

[Envinyatar]

The three men had returned from a successful hunt. Aelfwine held a large basket filled with seven large whole salmon, and one freshwater eel. Nárello’s basket was filled to bursting with big, thick mushrooms, while Derufin’s held a precious amount of the smaller pale yellow frondy sort.

Once back to the kitchen, they swung into action. Aelfwine cleaned the salmon, leaving them whole and stuffed them with a savory dressing of herbs and onions and day old bread. He placed them in two large oiled baking pans and popped them in the oven. They would be done by the time the guests arrived.

Derufin made three large eel pies, filled with lovely chunks of eel and onion, potato and carrot layered with finely chopped herbs, all cradled in flaky pastry crusts. On the top crust, to vent the steam, he incised the picture of the dragon from the Inn sign.

With the little yellow mushrooms he had brought back, he layered them with thinly sliced potatos in another large oiled pan. And put them in the other oven until the top was crusty, and nicely browned.

Lastly, Nárello cleaned his find and cut off the woody stems. He sliced them with a sure hand into thick long sections and dipped them in beaten egg and then dredged them in seasoned cornmeal. Derufin had heated up the oil in the pan and once the salmon and pies were almost done, they began to fry them up nice and crispy. Once done, they covered them loosely with a clean towel and placed them in the warming oven.

Some of the other guests had agreed to clean up after the cooks were done, and now they came in, rags in hand and cleared away all evidence of the assault on the kitchen.

Derufin washed his hands in the kitchen sink, and went upstairs to change clothes for the party tonight.

[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami looked at the last two hobbits standing in front of her who were offering to help. She thought carefully and then replied, "Yes, I've one more important task to be done."

She turned around and went to a large locked storage closet. Then she pulled out several clean, white tablecloths and handed them to Pippin, "Put these on the tables. Then you can add the cutlery and plates. And thanks for all your help."

[theWhiteLady]

Morestel and Laurie had the decorations up in no time, with the hobbit from before helping greatly below. Laurie stood back and surveyed her work with a smile of pride; the inn was brightly festooned with streamers and hanging lights. Perfect for a party of some magnificence, as she devined Bilbo and Frodo's party to be.

Cami interrupted her thoughts with the announcement to get ready, and Laurie realized she was still wearing the travel stained dress she had worn to Hobbiton and back. She thanked Morestel for all her help and excused herself before disappearing upstairs to change and freshen up.

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[Everdawn]

Snowdrop spun around at the sound of Pippin's voice.. "Pippin! I had no idea you were here!.. its me Snowdrop! how are you?"

she smiled and continued to clean the glasses behind the sink. "you and Merry are coming tonight arent you?" she asked.

[Sword Maiden Of The Shire]

Pippin took the table cloths from Cami and turned to Merry and Champignonne "Well, we heard her" she said starting to unfold them. "I'll get the cutlery" said Merry heading towards the kitchen.

"Do you want to split the pile in two?" Pippin asked Champignonne. "It'll get done faster."She suddenly heard Snowdrop and smiled "Yes, I have'nt seen you in a while. Of course Merry and I are coming tonight!" "Do you really think that we would turn down a party?"...

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[Carrûn]

Nárello was tired and a bit anoyed. He had stopped by the stables on the way back in but they already had ample help. Somehow he had managed to end up working in the kitchen anyway. Still, it hadn't been that bad and he had enjoyed the chance to walk outside. He did have to admit he was good at finding food, spending most of his time alone outdoors. He grinned remembering the time a hobbit lad had challenged him to a mushroom gathering contest and the look on his face when they compared finds.

He shuffled over to a nearby sink and washed himself up a bit. He returned to a seat by one of the many windows and sat looking outside. He thought jealously for a while about Awyrgan roaming free. And here I am stuck here like a child. You are a child. Only in body, that which I have seen would make some old. His thoughts brightened when he realized that he would get a chance to catch a glimpse of some of the heros of the War of the Ring. The few chances he got he had pressured Awrygan for details of all that had passed yet Awyrgan said little, commenting only that his uncle had been a captain of men in the service of the Lord Aragorn and that Awyrgan had stood over him as he died outside the city of Minas Tirith. His name was an H-something but Nárello couldn't remember. The boy smirked. All of Awrygan's conversations end in death or sorrow. He absently brushed several traces of dust and stray hairs off of his black garments and went back to watching the proceedings in the Inn.

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[piosenniel]

Pio had spent a pleasant evening yesterday at Amaranthas’ house. The food had been simple, the fire small and cozy, and the bottle of wine she had brought soon found itself on the hob being turned into mulled wine with the addition of a few secret, and jealously guarded ingredients. Amaranthas was not one to stand on ceremony, she had the ‘young sprout’ of an Elf in to the kitchen and let her help with the shelling of the winter peas and the fixing up of a tasty bit of fresh trout and some taters.

‘The great grandson brought this by today.’ She said holding up the silvery fish by the tail and expertly filleting it, while Pio sliced the taters and fried them up, then set the peas to the side of the stove, to steam tender and crisp. ‘Here!’ Let me keep watch over those taters and peas, while you get to crisping these up in a little oil.’ She pointed to the four small fillet sections on the sideboard. ‘Dredge ‘em in a little flour. The oil’s hot in the skillet, shouldn’t take too long.’

The dinner was delicious, eaten at the small parquet table which served both as a dining table and a place for Amaranthas to set her collection of antique wine bottles. ‘Drank most of the contents myself – back in my younger days!’

Pio smiled and commented on what a good ccok Amaranthas was, a smile playing about her lips. ‘Now don’t go getting uppity on me, Miss Pio.’ cackled the elderly Hobbit. ‘I’ve done my share of cooking. I figured if I supply the ingredients you young pups can fix them up.’ Pio nodded and took a swallow of sweet tea. No sense in irritating the old dear with the fact that she was lifetimes older than she.

Once done, they did up the few dishes and retired to the living room, seating themselves in two comfortable chairs by the fire. Pio stretched out her legs, having taken off her boots, and let the flames toast her toes.

‘Feet tend to swell up, don’t they.’ commented the Hobbit, her gaze taking in the size of the Elf’s belly. ‘How much longer til the baby, dear?’ Not long was what she was thinking to herself, by the size of her. She gasped when Pio told her it would be another six months, and that the baby would be twins.

‘Six months!’ Amaranthas put her hand on the Elf gauging the size of the babies. ‘Those must be big babies, the both of them, for you to be only three months along!’ Pio laughed delightedly, moving the Hobbit’s hand to where one of them lay kicking against her side. ‘No, they are normal sized as far as I can tell. Elves carry their children for a full year before giving birth, so I am half-way there.’

‘Well, isn’t that amazing!’ said the Hobbit, patting the Elf gently. ‘I guess you’re never too old to learn new things, eh?’ She reached for the mulled wine and poured them each a generous portion.

The evening passed in pleasant conversation. No topic or person in the Shire was considered off limits for Amaranthas dissection. Pio settled in to her chair and let her talk on, throwing a comment in now and then, though she scarcely knew who or what was being talked about. ‘What a bright, sharp mind.’ she thought to herself. ‘I should come more often to visit her.’

Amaranthas’ rapier wit now fell on the Baggins family. Pio sat up as she heard the mention of familiar names and tried to follow along as best she could. Cami had gone over this history innumerable times, but always in tones of great respect. Amaranthas, Pio was finding out, had a totally different opinion concerning them.

‘Not too bad, the lot of them, came the final verdict by Amaranthas as she poured herself another cup of wine. ‘Down to earth sorts, except for those ones that think too highly of themselves. Good party throwers, generous with the wine and ale.’ She fixed Pio with a beady eye. ‘The strange ones though are those ones with the Tookish blood – wanderers and daydreamers. Too eccentric by Shire standards.’ She cackled wickedly, expressing her opinion of such standards. ‘My younger days,’ she said, staring into the fire, ‘I’d have given my eye teeth to be off wandering with one of them.’

It was getting late, and Pio excused herself, saying she should get back to the Inn and let Amaranthas take her rest. ‘You’ll do nothing of the sort, Miss Pio.’ came the Hobbit’s firm voice. ‘I was expecting you would stay over.’ She peeked through the drawn curtain. ‘It’s too dark for you to be going back by yourself. And as for my rest, I’m old – I’ve had plenty of rest in my time. Long as I’ve got such good company, I intend to stay awake and enjoy it.’

Pio and she sat up late, making small talk and just enjoying each others company. When Amaranthas began to nod off, Pio gently escorted her to her room, and then found the way to hers. The bed was freshly made up and surprisingly comfortable, though the Elf had to curl up a bit to fit in it.

Her last thought, before sleep claimed her, was that tomorrow she would see if she could persuade Amaranthas to come back to Cami’s party at the Inn. It would be interesting to see the elderly Hobbit take the measure of the guests there.

[Nuranar]

Upstairs in her room, Luinien hummed as she brushed her hair. Watching carefully in the mirror, she carefully extricated each piece of hay that glowed golden in the warm lamplight. She giggled at the recollection of the morning’s fracas in the hayloft. I sure owe him one!

Finally, fully de-hayed, her hair shimmered bluely in a smooth black stream down her back. ‘Too bad I can’t leave it down,’ Luinien told her reflection. ‘But it is far too hot for dancing!’ She braided it into two braids, her fingers nimble with years of practice, and wound them about her head. The heavy tresses encircled her head like a snake of jet.

When Tarondo knocked and walked in, he found his sister surveying herself critically in the glass. In her simple gown, of a deep blue that seemed to have trapped the luminescence of the twilight sky, she was in truth the Blue Maiden of her name.

‘Come on,’ he said gently. ‘We must not be late.’ He gave her his arm and escorted her down the stairs into the common room.

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[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami gazed into the mirror straightening her collar, and slipping a small lace shawl over her shoulders. She ran her hand through her brown curls that were threatening to bounce off wildly in all directions. Even as a child, her hair had been like that, so it was unlikely to change at this stage in her life.

She knew that, for most of the visitors to the Inn, the high point of the evening would be the arrival of Frodo and Samwise. Ever since the Ring quest, they had received deserved praise and attention.

But for Cami, tonight meant something different. It was the first time in a long while that she would be able to speak with Bilbo. Cami could finally thank her teacher for all that he had done for her. She had been a child from a modest farm family with a deep love of poetry and books and Elves, but with little prospects for learning about any of those things. It had been Bilbo who had recognized that spark in her eye and taken her under his wing.

Cami's memory ranged back to the time when she was an eight-year old child learning her letters and numbers. Samwise had been just one year younger. The two of them had studied in Bilbo's sitting room, surreptitiously kicking each other under the table. Samwise had gone on to a position of respect and renown within the Shire, but it was Cami who had inherited Bilbo's fierce love of ancient lore and legend. Like Bilbo, she was always poking about in archives and looking for manuscripts that would throw some light on the past, to help her understand the fire that had once kindled the hearts of those who came before her.

Bilbo had nurtured her love for Elves and dragons and taught her to value adventures. But then they had parted ways. He had gone off to Rivendell for his retirement. And she had eventually left the Shire, journeying to Minas Tirith. Finally, there had been the voyage of the Lonely Star, the undoubted turning point in her life, with its miracle of time travel.

Cami knew that Gandalf had already spoken to Bilbo about her adventures on the Star, her love for Maura, and how she had become a wise woman and leader to her people during their years of wandering. The time she was spending in the Great Dragon Inn helping Piosenniel was only a brief interlude before she would need to return to Greenwood, and her own family. She had six children of her own to care for, most of whom had been left orphaned by the sinking of Numenor and the tragedy of the hobbits' imprisonment in the Tombs. She would need every ounce of her courage and skill to ensure that her people would make it through those troubled years. Otherwise there would be no migration to the Shire, and everything they had here in the Inn would simply disappear. That idea was disconcerting.

How strange that this Inn should be a portal between the ages, drawing together people from various times and places. How else could she explain her own presence here, or that of Frodo and Bilbo, both of whom had departed for the Havens a number of years ago?

But she knew she could not stay here forever. She would wait until Piosenniel gave birth to the twins and would then return to her own family who awaited her in the year 1000 of the Third Age. She would make sure to find Pio a trustworthy person to replace her in the Inn.

Like Bilbo, she'd had her share of joy and sorrow in life. Her fingers strayed to the green gemstone which she always wore about her neck. That had been the gift of her beloved Maura Took.

Cami was usually cheerful and went about her duties in the Inn with a welcoming smile. Few saw the sorrow that still tugged at her heart. She'd seen so many Elves and Men slink into the Dragon wearing great black cloaks and shielding their faces from the light, all complaining about one thing or another that had gone wrong in their lives.

Cami wondered how many of these gloomy figures had been commanded to leave behind the one person who made their lives worth living. Gandalf had warned Cami that, no matter how much she and Maura loved each other, they could never make their life together, since this would only pierce the fabric of time and let the Shadow slip through from one age to the next, stirring up even more trouble than before.

She had no regrets about what had happened in Beleriand. Years had passed, and her feelings about the hobbit had not changed. She only wished that, in their little time together, they had managed to wed.

It had been a while since she'd thought about these things. Bilbo's impending arrival had brought all of that forcibly back to her. And so had the strange note that had come to her from Gandalf. She looked down at the one section that had so compelled her attention, "Bilbo and I have been talking at length regarding your particular circumstances, and we have come upon an idea that we need to discuss. He will speak with you about it upon his arrival at the Dragon. But think carefully before you give your assent. This thing we propose carries both great joy and great sorrow. Your heart must be absolutely certain."

Cami did not have the slightest idea what Gandalf was referring to, but every time she read the note, chills ran though her bones.

Suddenly, she heard the silver bells tinkle at the door of the Inn. She leaned out her window and saw a party of three male hobbits camped on the front doorstep. She bolted out of her room and raced downstairs.

It was Sam who came up to her first, "Cami Goodchild, it's been too long. I've missed you." He placed a kiss on her curls. "Rosie and the children will be here in a little while. It's not easy with thirteen to dress and get ready."

Frodo reached over to shake hands. Cami had usually felt shy with him, and this evening was no different. But, as always, his behavior was gracious and gentle.

Frodo went over to Sam's side and the two hobbits began introducing themselves to the others in the room.

Finally, it was Bilbo's turn. He held Cami at arm's length, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. He looked her up and down, and then smiled. "You look good. Your eyes are bright. I was worried about you, but Gandalf was right. You've made your peace."

A smile escaped Cami's lips. "You too Bilbo. You look very rested. To be truthful, better than the last time I saw you." And miraculously that was true. Her teacher's hair was white and his steps faltering, but his mind was sharp and clear.

He looked backed impishly at her, "See what a change of scenery will do, especially if that scenery happens to be in the far West!"

Bilbo took Cami's hand in his. "We'll talk by ourselves later for a bit. You received Gandalf's note?" Cami shook her head yes, wondering what all this was about, but she was too polite to say anything just yet.

Bilbo smiled, "For now though, I'd like to have a bite to eat. The food smells wondeful and I'd also like to meet some of these good folk who've helped you prepare all this."

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[piosenniel]

It had been an interesting ride back to the Inn. They had left Amaranthas’ house in the very early evening, riding back at an easy pace on Rochfalmar. What was supposed to have been a short trip had soon turned into one which threatened to eat up more time than miles.

Pio steadied the tiny Hobbit before her on the withers of her steed as they rode down the dirt path to the Great East Road. Amaranthas had a firm grip on her silver headed cane and she would tap lightly on Pio’s leg when she wanted to point out some area of interest. The elf would halt the horse, and wait as the Hobbit sifted through her long store of memories, dredging up some particularly interesting fact concerning the place or object pointed out by the tip of her cane.

This would not have slowed them down so much, except for the fact that interspersed with these points of historical interest were the excursions to the doors of the Hobbits who lived along the path, the ones with whom Amaranthas was acquainted. And to be sure, having lived so long in this part of the shire on this particulare lane, the Hobbit knew every door and every person who had ever dwelt behind it.

‘Pull up there, Miz Pio!’ she said, pointing to a red door. ‘I want Salvia Bolger to see me on this fine horse. Her tongue wags faster than a pup’s tail when it smells its mama coming. She’ll be sure to let half the Shire know the who and what and when of my arrival at her door.’ She cackled at the thought, pounding firmly on the door with her cane. ‘I can’t wait to hear how she embroiders this one.’

In time, and with much cajoling by the Elf, Pio and Amaranthas arrived at the Green Dragon. Pio dismounted first, and reach up her arms to help the woman down. ‘Light as a cloud.’ she thought. ‘How does such a tiny body have so much energy!’ She gave ‘Falmar’s reins to the stable boy, asking him if the guests had arrived yet.

‘A few minutes ago, Mistress Pio.’ he replied, slipping the horse a slice of dried apple. ‘Bilbo, Frodo, and Sam.’ ‘What about Rose and the children? she asked. Miz Rose is over there.’ he said, pointing with his finger to the wide, grassy sward just beyond the stable. ‘She wanted to run some energy off the younger ones before they came in to dinner.’

Pio escorted Amaranthas up the steps and into the Inn. The warmth of the Common Room hit them as they opened the door, followed by the sights and smells of the party. Cami had done a wonderful job! The room was festive and the buffet tables to the side of it groaned with the savory dishes arranged so beautifully on it. It was a feast for the eyes and nose, and for the ears, as the lovely strains of an Elven flute could be heard just below the noise of the party.

Amaranthas stood staring over at the three Hobbits who were the center of attention. She nudged Pio, and pointed to the two younger ones who were moving from group to group with an easy grace. ‘That’s Samwise Gamgee.’ she said, a flick of her chin indicating the stouter Hobbit with the friendly smile on his face. ‘and that one over there is Frodo Baggins. Looks like he could do with eating some of this fine food here – too thin, don’t you think, dear?’

Pio looked at Frodo, and her heart went out to him. Thin, yes, but more like a shell taken from the sea, rubbed so thin by the waves, the light shines through and around it, finding no resistance. Caught in a moment of grace, she placed her right hand over her heart and bowed slightly to him. His eyes caught the movement and he looked toward her briefly with his clear gaze, and nodded.

It was one of those moments for her when the boundaries between lives fell away and she was humbled that in her small way she had been allowed to be part of the long history which had come to fruition through him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a whisper from her companion. ‘Let’s go over and talk to Bilbo. He’s one of the more interesting Baggins. I’ll introduce you to him soon as that young chit who’s with him now lets him be.’ Pio glanced to where Amaranthas pointed with her cane. She laughed at ‘the young chit’, Cami, speaking with the white haired, kind faced, distinguished looking elder Hobbit.

Seeing their heads so close together, her mind quested out, gathering in the tenor of their thoughts. Cami was happy at seeing her old friend and teacher, though below it all ran sorrow of a sort, like a small silvered river, now seen, now sliding beneath the rocks, hidden. A glint of green on a silver chain peeked out from beneath the Hobbit’s shawl. ‘Ah!’ thought Pio, tucking the memory away for now.

She saw him take Cami’s hand in his, and her mind sought the words which followed, and then the thoughts layered beneath them. She gasped, and would have fallen, had not Amaranthas urged her down to a chair that stood near them. ‘Are you all right, Miz Pio?’ she asked, her face a mask of concern.

Pio sat stunned, saying nothing. ‘ONE OF YOU NINNIES GET MIZ PIO A DRINK OF COLD WATER!’ she shouted to the young men standing by the buffet table. ‘AND SOON! BEFORE SHE FAINTS DEAD AWAY!’ She rapped on the hardwood floor with her cane, and glared in their direction with a baleful glaze.

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[astarielle]

As the rain beat down the door swang open. A dark unkown figure stood in the door way, a bright green light shining from eyes. The stranger walked with long lopping strides towards the bar. Carefully lifting off her cloak an elf appeared.

"I am Astarielle of Rivendell" she said only audiable to the bar tender. "I hav travelled far and need a room. My horse Talhandir waits outside for a stable".

[Lumiel]

*Lumiel failed to get Cami's attentions but thought nothing of it. She decided to take a room and she would pay for it later. She went up the stairs and found a vacant room, laying her cloak down on the bed. After wasing up, she felt much better. She had no more frosting or flour or any type of cooking ingredient on her.

She sighed with relaxation but realized she had no decent clothes to wear to such a feast. All the others were busy, so she put on her previous clothes and left the tavern, out in search of proper dress for the wonderful evening ahead.

A little while later, she returned, her dark cloak covering what she was wearing and her face now as well. In her arms was a small pile of folded clothes. She ran up the stairs by two into her room and prepared for the evening's feast*

[Nuranar]

Tarondo was gazing longingly at the feast, trying to settle his growling stomach with the pleasure of anticipation. Suddenly he jumped as a shrill voice pierced the air:

‘ONE OF YOU NINNIES GET MIZ PIO A DRINK OF COLD WATER! AND SOON! BEFORE SHE FAINTS DEAD AWAY!’

He caught a glimpse of Pio, her face dead white, as he dashed to the beverage table.

But Luinien slipped in before him. Filling a glass from one of the water pitchers, she hurried across to the stricken lady. 'Here, Pio! Please drink this!'

[Child of the 7th Age]

"What happened?" Luinien questioned nervously, looking up towards the older hobbit woman. Her eyes were shadowed with worry, as she took in Pio's form and noticed that the Elf was indeed very pregnant.

Amaranthas nodded her head, "She'll be fine, just fine, young lady. These things happen. Now, move yourself, and let me examine her!" The older hobbit took her cane and abruptly jabbed Luinien's ribs to make her step aside more readily. A quick check of the Elf showed everything to be fine.

In the meanwhile, Piosenniel had accepted the glass and drank a small mouthful of water, before handing it back to the hobbit. The Elf took but an instant to regain her composure and, when she did so, it was with new respect for Bilbo.

Still, this would be a risky venture. Only an island to cling to for a brief moment, and then both must resume their separate journies. There might have been a time when Piosenniel would have urged her friend to wait, to heal, and look again. But that was before her own pledge had been given. Would she 'look again' if some strange doom separated her prematurely from Mithadan's side? Or would she rather wait, trusting to bonds of loyalty and the belief that feelings like these do not come twice within a single lifetime?

In any case, it was not her place to make such decisions for her friend. And, from all outward appearances, Cami had found some measure of peace by focusing on her duties as mother and wise woman, with little interest in searching out another man.

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[Envinyatar]

Derufin was just two steps down from the top landing when he heard the order ring out for the glass of water. He saw the tiny Hobbit glaring at a group of people near the buffet tables, and heard the imperious thump of her cane against the floor.

A born commander! He watched with a smile as she saw to the seated Elf. Pio seemed recovered now, a thoughtful look on her face as she watched the other Innkeeper, Cami.

He put his concern for the Elf aside, seeing that she was well cared for, and went to inspect the presentation of the foods he had prepared for the party. It all looked wonderful, and smelled even better. His stomach reminded him he had eaten nothing since early morning, and urged him to pick up a plate and fill it.

His hand reached toward one, then a chiding thought pulled it back. Where are my manners, he thought. The guests of honor should go first.

'I suppose you're hungry, young man.' came the comment from behind him. Derufin turned to see a white haired gentleman Hobbit standing behind him, an amused look on his face.

'Bilbo Baggins.' the Hobbit said, with a nod of his head toward the man. 'And if you'll help me fill my plate, you can fill one for yourself, too. Kill two birds with one stone!' The old Hobbit's eyes twinkled merrily.

Derufin introduced himself, remembering first to close his gaping mouth. 'So this was the legendary Bilbo he had heard about!' Picking up two plates, he and Bilbo went down the line, piling their plates from the bounty.

'My! Doesn't this salmon look tasty.' said Bilbo, asking for a small slice of it. 'And look! An eel pie, if my nose is not mistaken. A largish slice of that if you don't mind, Derufin.'

Derufin smiled to himself at the compliment, and escorted Bilbo back to the head table, pouring him a glass of wine before he left him there to the other well wishers.

His own plate, he took over to the table where Pio and the wizened Hobbit sat. 'May I join you ladies?' he asked, with a nod of his head toward them. 'And please, allow me to get some food and drink for the both of you.'

[Nurumaiel]

Nuru came running out of the kitchen, her eyes sparkling. "Bilbo!" she cried (very un-elf-like) and fell to her knees so she could throw her arms around him.

"Nurumaiel Firithbor!" he laughed. "I didn't know you were in the Shire."

"I've been here for a day now," said Nuru, laughing still and hugging Sam. Then she turned to look at his children. "My, you've all grown!" she said. "And I mean it, too. Elanor, Frodo, Rose, Merry, Pippin, Goldilocks, Hamfast, Daisy, Primrose... well, hullo. You have four more!"

"Bilbo, Ruby, Robin, and Tolman," said Sam, introducing them.

Just then the door was pushed open by a young girl accompanied by a redheaded woman. The girl looked around with a despising face. "Why is there a huge crowd?" she demanded. "Do I look funny, or something?"

"Don..." Rie whispered. "They're not looking at you." She took hold of the girl's shoulders and turned her to face the arrivals.

Don's brown eyes grew large, and she stood there, staring for a while. Then she ran forward and flung herself into Bilbo's arms. "Bilbo!" she said. "Bilbo!"

"Young Don," said Bilbo. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm running away."

"From your parents?" Bilbo was a bit startled. The times he had visited them, teaching Don how to read and write, they had seemed as happy as a family could be. Don loved her parents dearly, and they loved her, as well.

"From my Aunt Donnamira," said Don, a frown coming to her face. "My parents are dead."

Bilbo's face became one of shock, then it clouded over with sorrow.

"You didn't know," said Don, her voice growing fierce. "You didn't know. My aunts said you knew. My aunts said you knew they were dead, but you wouldn't help me. They said you were cruel. They said the time you told me you really liked me, you were just lying. They said you knew!" Tears filled her eyes. "They lied."

"I never lied, Don," said Bilbo.

Don, being the strange child that she was, grew happy again after hearing the truth. But Bilbo was still quite moved. How could her aunts treat the girl this way?

"You are Samwise and Rose," said Don. "I never met you, but I guess I'll meet you now, because you don't look mean like my uncles do."

Then she turned and looked at the children. A silence fell. Don had not seen other children for a very long time. She didn't know what to say. She looked at them all, and then her gaze fell on (the young) Bilbo. "You look like my brother did... my twin brother... when we were your age," she said, her voice trembling. "I miss him."

Don reached out her hand for Rie's, but she didn't realize that Rie wasn't standing next to her, that she had pushed her off alone for her meeting with Bilbo. Instead, her hand grasped Cami's, who was standing very close by. Don looked up, startled, and whispered, "Are you a friend of Bilbo?"

"Yes, I am," said Cami.

"Then I'm your friend," said Don fiercely. "Bilbo only likes nice, good people. That's why my aunts are mean. Because he didn't like them too much." Don dropped Cami's hand and went over to Rie. "Let's go into the party room," she said. "I'll introduce them to you there." She practically dragged Rie over to Bilbo and grabbed his hand with her free one. "Bilbo, this is Rie," she said in a solemn voice. "Rie, this is Bilbo..."

[ElentariGreenleaf]

Sofiya walked outside. She had seen all the comotion with Pio. What a nice elf she seemed to be. Sofiya had helped with the decorations a little, but the crowds got too much for her. She had never liked crownds.

I can't believe it took me this long to work out who the land lady is thought Sofiya. A pitty I won't be able to meet her. She looked up and down the lane she had now reached. She longed for adventure, but she also wanted to make new friends here.

Maybe, thought the elf. Maybe I should return after the party. Yes. I can help clear up. I'll go for a walk now, and maybe think of where I can start my own adventure.

So Sofiya left the Green Dragon for awhile, dreaming of her own adventure. Maybe she could travel to Rivendell. There were still elves there. But for now she would go nowhere, until she made some more friends.

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[Sword Maiden Of The Shire]

Merry, Pippin, and Champignonne had just finished setting the tables when they heard the tinkle of the Inn's bell. They all looked up at the doorway and saw that the guests were finally arriving.

Pippin smiled excitedly at them, as did Merry. They motioned for Champignonne to follow them as they went to greet Frodo.

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[theWhiteLady]

Laurie drew out yet another white dress and slipped it over her head. Wearing white was a kind of fetish with her; it had always been her favorite colour back at home in Rohan and she had grown up listening to the tales of other famous "White Women" as she called them in her head: The high queen Galadriel; her own kinsman, Eowyn; and from the oldest stories, Aredhel, Lady of the Noldor. She had always dreamed of being like those famous and beautiful women, brave and strong and valient. Now she was out in a strange land having her own adventures. It was odd that it was at this moment she was reminded most strongly of her homeland... Laurie brushed her golden mane once more, then tossing her head like a proud filly, she left the room and descended down the stairs.

There was a large crowd gathered in the parlour, and Laurie stood to the side for a moment taking in the scene. The guests had arrived, and many of the customers were present, already mingling around. A crowd of little hobbit children surrounded a frail, white-haired hobbit Laurie knew must be Bilbo. He unattached himself from them and made his way to the food where he was met by a man she faintly recognized. Another glance, revealed Pio sitting down and looking rather tired (She works too hard, Laurie thought with concern), and Cami talking merrily with old aquaintences. As Bilbo looked quite occupied with filling his plate, Laurie decided to wait to introduce herself. There was an empty seat nearby, out of the way of the crowd, so she decided to get her own vittles later.

She realized disconcertly she was not sitting alone when a voice said quietly, "Hello." Laurie turned around quickly and was suprised to see a hobbit she didn't recognize sitting right beside her. He was pale, but his eyes were bright and deep. There was wisdom reflected in them; wisdom yes, but pain also. With a shock, Laurie realized who this small hobbit must be.

[Sapphire_Flame]

Morestel arrived back downstairs just as Frodo, Sam, and Bilbo arrived. Her eyes flew open wide: Frodo Baggins, the Ringbearer...finally she would be able to meet him and thank him for all he had done. If he hadn't destroyed the Ring, she'd still be....well, she might not even still be alive.

"I must watch what I say," she warned herself. "Some things should be left unmentioned, no matter how grateful I am." She walked over to where the famous hobbits were meeting with the other patrons, her heart rattling uncomfortably in her chest.

"And where in Middle-earth has Sofiya got to?" she thought suddenly.

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[piosenniel]

Pio had smiled graciously at Derufin, saying she would be most grateful if he would bring her a plate of food. And a goblet of watered wine if he would. She cast a critical eye at the banquet table, noting Cami had dragged out the best goblets for this affair. The thought of clumsy fingers breaking the crystal amused her for a moment. They were a horror to clean, and she hoped that many of them would find their glassy fëas seeking the ‘crystal’ Halls of Mandos by the end of this evening.

‘Now that was a nice young man, Miz Pio.’ remarked the Old Dragon, watching the retreating form of Derufin. ‘Your husband have any of his looks and manners?’ Pio laughed, wondering what Mithadan would make of this remarkable old lady.

‘Oh, Mithadan is quite the charmer in his own way. A little older, his face has more character, I think.’ Pio pulled the plate Derufin had fixed for himself over to her. ‘Do you think he would mind if I ate just a little. That was an awfully long ride back from your house, Amaranthas.’

Samwise was just passing their table, bound for the buffet. Amaranthas reached out her cane and hooked his arm with the handle of it, bringing him to a halt. ‘Master Gamgee! I see you’re on your way to the food and drink. Be a dear and help out a poor old lady with aching bones. Fetch us a bottle of that fancy wine over there and three glasses. My throat is so parched I can hardly speak.’

Samwise politely nodded his head at Amaranthas, barely concealing a smile. Poor old lady, indeed! She was as spry as any in the room, just a little slower. And hardly speak?! That would be the day. Still, she was a venerable elder, and he bowed slightly to her, saying he would be right back with it.

‘Now I wonder where Rose and the children are?’ he heard her saying as he hurried off on his errand. ‘I hope he hasn’t left that poor girl at home while he’s off gallivanting with Frodo again!’

[piosenniel]

The dinner was in full swing when Rose and the children entered, their cheeks pinked from the quick game of tag on the Inn grounds. Frodo Gardener, held open the door for his Mother, Robin and little Bilbo by his side. Rose swept in carrying the newest addition to the family, Tolman, or Tom as he was affectionately called. The rest of the Gamgee entourage trailed in behind like a covey of quail.

Elanor the Fair had Ruby in tow, while young Rose held firmly the hands of Daisy and Primrose. Merry and Pippin came next, shepherding their younger brother and sister before them – Hamfast and Goldilocks.

‘There you are, my dear.’ beamed Sam, giving the missus a kiss on the cheek. The children have got their own two tables set up over there.’ He pointed to a place near the warmth of the fireplace, with a large area behind it that had a boxful of toys and blocks just in case the youngsters grew restless. ‘You and little Tom, of course, will be sitting up there beside me, Mister Frodo and Mister Bilbo.’ He gave the baby a quick smile, and then excused himself for a moment.

‘I have to deliver this to Amaranthas, then I’ll join you.’ He called, hurrying off.

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[Orual]

Rie leaned on the wall, one foot propped up against it and her arms crossed. She smiled as she watched Don. She was quite a unique girl, and Rie was getting pretty fond of her. She listened to all that was said, but didn't venture forth into the reunion--this was Don's moment, not Rie's. Though she did envy her a little bit...to Rie, these visitors were all heroes out of her father's stories, not friends and mentors.

She was deep in her own thoughts when she felt Don grab her hand. "What--" she began, but Don wasn't listening. She half-dragged Rie up to Bilbo. Her face was grave as she introduced them.

Rie suddenly felt awkward, and even--dare she say it?--shy, which was not a feeling that Rie was used to. She was generally an outgoing, extroverted, in-your-face type of girl, the one who went up to newcomers with a great smile and merrily introduced herself, as she had when she first came to the Inn. But now all she wanted to do was go back to the wall, push Don back in front of Bilbo and let them talk, and be left alone. Why?

"Bilbo, this is Rie," Don announced, sounding very important. "Rie, this is Bilbo."

"A pleasure to meet you, Rie," Bilbo said solemnly, joining in Don's mood, shaking Rie's hand. His eyes were sparkling, though.

"Very nice to meet you," Rie said, hoping she wasn't blushing. What was wrong with her? She was never like this, never. Her father had some fairly important people come to their house before, but even then Rie hadn't been so painfully shy. She glanced quickly at Nuru, who looked puzzled. She made a barely noticeable face, for Nuru alone, that said "I don't know what's wrong with me, but it sure is something." She bit her lip, and tried to smile as brightly as she could. "So, you know Don?"

[Gorothlammothiel]

Nostawen approached the Green Dragon Inn walking briskly along the path that led to its door. She was singing a song very softly which travelled on the breeze. It took some despair to dampen this elf-maiden's spirits.

At the door Nostawen noticed a familiar horse at the side of the inn. The sight put a smile on her face as she pushed the door open. She lowered her head somewhat as she pulled back her hood, her long raven black hair fell free. Nostawen ajusted her cloak about her neck and shoulders revealing a long dress of deep green trimmed with red, on her back, a bow and quiver.

The inn was busy. She had heard that it was a very popular place in the Shire between all races and it certainly was. Elves and men conversing with hobbits and dwarves. Gracefully she made her way through the tables to the bar where she asked for a glass of water, which she was given promptly. Taking seat she turned to face the open room, watching the characters with great interest.

After several moments of studying the crowds she saw a familiar face sitting at a table on the far side of the room. She got herself up and walked over to them.

"A tale you say my lady?" she questionned as the maiden turned to face her friend of old. Nostawen continued, "Would you care to tell the tale of the star maiden and her friend?" Elwen immediatly recognised Nostawen and a bright smile came to her face.

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[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami looked about the room and smiled. Things seemed to be going smoothly. She would have liked to sit down beside Bilbo and talked, but there always seemed to be so much for her to do. This was a bit different than the family dinner party which the Bilbo had originally suggested she attend.

Here, she had to think of herself as a hostess. She needed to make sure everyone was properly introduced, and that platters of food on the buffet table were regulary replenished. With so many hobbits loading up their plates, that would not be easy. Thank goodness they had prepared dish after dish that were sitting back in the kitchen waiting to be brought out whenever they were required.

Plus, there were a great number of folk crowding in around their famous guests. She couldn't just elbow everyone aside in her desire to speak alone with her teacher. In any case, Bilbo had promised that, before he left, the two of them would talk.

Amid all this happiness, she couldn't help remembering the words that Don had said. It shocked her to think that anyone could treat a child like that. Especially, the part about the lying. If it was up to her, folk like that would be given a taste of their own medicine. Let them see how they liked it!

But she was not in charge of things, at least here in the Shire. For a moment, a wave of sadness swept over her at the thought of home. Her children were back in Greenwood, plus the whole community of hobbits she'd left behind. She knew the children were well care for. There was no doubt about that. Her new friends, Merimac and Mirabella Brandybuck, had taken the boys and Rose into their home on a temporary basis. And none of the Elders had questioned when Gandalf had asked her to come with him so soon after her arrival in the north. He had assured everyone that it was quite important. Then, he had brought Cami here, telling her she would stay till just a bit after the birth of the twins. He had not explained anything, only smiling cyptically and saying she might enjoy seeing some 'old friends' for a while.

Cami jerked herself back from her reverie. A space had been cleared to one side of the floor, as the tables were shoved back along the wall. The music was starting to play. Cami grinned as she heard one or two glass goblets hit the floor, and hoped that Piosenniel had been too busy chatting to pay attention. Soon, no one could hear the sound of goblets breaking as the dancing would be starting.

[arelendil]

A maiden had entered the inn but that was normal, they were always coming and going. But this was different the moment the maiden had entered the inn, Elwen had felt a change. The maiden had hair, raven black that fell in curls about her face, they seemed to float as she moved. Dressed in woodland green edged in red with delicate berry coloured shoes. The maiden not so much walked as she floated or perhaps danced across the room. Suddenly Elwen felt the maiden look at her and looking up, Elwen fell in to deep brown eyes that sparkled with light. Then the maiden had spoken to her.

"Dearest friend long lost!" Elwen sprang quickly to her feet as she realised it was the fair lady Nostawen, whom she had travelled all the way from Ithilien with. When she had found her master, he had known nothing of where Nostawen had gone and so had gone ahead to make the boat ready while Elwen found her. And her she was standing before her. Elwen couldn't express her joy!

Finally Elwen calmed herself. She bowed low, greeting Nostawen in the elven tongue. Before turning to those seated at the table. "Newly met friends this is the lady Nostawen. I few minutes later and I would of begun my story of how I came to met such a beautiful and graceful elven maiden. But now you can hear from her yourself. You do not mind if the lady joins?"

The man and the dwarf made no movement so Elwen pulled up a fourth chair and gestured for Nostawen to sit down. Elwen found that her heart was racing and tried to calm it down but she could not. Tears began to spill forth trickling gentle down her cheeks flashing in the fire light. Elwen brushed them away and smoothed her midnight blue tunic down.

"How...."Elwen started. "When? What happened? Elwen took huge glups of air trying to slow down the beating of her heart and the stream of tears. Elwen pause to look at Nostawen, she seemed different...

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[theWhiteLady]

A slow smile crept over Frodo's face as he saw the lady in white splutter in surprise. Laurie had heard so very many tales and songs about this most famous of hobbits that she found her tongue tied. She had known, of course, that Frodo would be arriving, but it was different somehow to see him in person. It made it all the stories seem more real, and alive.

Laurie finally found her voice, and her manners returned as well. A deep flush covered her face as she hastily rose and curtsied low before Frodo.

"Many greetings. It is more than a honour to meet you. Long live the Halflings." She ended lamely. He nodded his head and his eyes smiled at her kindly, understanding her lack of composure. Others were watching them curiously, so Laurie excused herself and walked away with her face burning. She felt quite in need of a cup of tea after that encounter!

[Artalwen]

Arawyn went up to the room she had managed to book for the night, and closed the door, sighing. Time to change for this party she thought to herself. She pulled out a long green dress, and changed into it. It was floor length, to the point where it began to drag along on the ground. Long sleeves, that from the elbow began to billow out wider.

She went over to the mirror and pulled a brush out, and quickly combed her long black hair. My laziness...I don't feel like pulling my hair back tonight, though I know it will get tangled. Ah well. After this, she opened the door and hearing the excitement downstairs, got excited. I can finally meet some from the heroic fellowship. She went downstairs and joined the big crowd.

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Carie opened the door and stepped in, surveying the room. She set the violin case down in front of her while she took off her cloak, revealing now a red dress. She picked her case up again, and walked around, trying to find the owner of the tavern. It was hard to not run into people, she found, but this time managaged it, for a bit.

Suddenly she bumped into another hobbit. "Oh my gosh, I'm terribly sorry! I must have a streak of running into everyone, please forgive me!" she said, looking to see whom she ran into.

"Oh, it's quite all right dear! Don't you worry now!" The hobbit answered. Carie suddenly recognized the hobbit.

"Bilbo! Why, this party is for you! And Frodo and Sam? Oh my, I've missed you!" Carie gushed, hugging the old hobbit.

"Why Carie Bramblerose, I'd say you've grown half a foot since I've seen you last. How have you been, my darling?" Bilbo asked, hugging her back.

"Just dandy! Oh Bilbo how I've missed you. I still have that dagger you gave to me before you left. I've treasured it always!" Carie said, as the two hobbits began walking slowly through the building. As they were talking, many other hobbits and elves, and men too, were saying hello to Bilbo.

"Well darling, I must get around and chat with the others. It was such a pleasent surprise seeing you again! Oh, I see you have your violin. Please play something for me tonight!" Bilbo said.

"Don't worry, I plan it! I will see you later!" Carie waved, then happily almost began skipping off to find the owner.

[Everdawn]

Snowdrop finally appeared from the wine cellar, unaware the guests arrived.. She didn't know who to greet first until she was spotted by Samwise.

"Ah! here she is, Snowdrop The Viners Daughter!... how is old Britterbank and Dewdrop!"

"Fine, Sam, my mother and father are fine! I see it is the same with all the Gamgee Clan!" Snowdrop smiled and handed over the bottle of wine to Sam and greeted Rose and all their children.

Next across the room Bilbo had seen young Snowdrop, who was already overwhelmed by all the guests greeting her. "Snowdrop Morningside!" he yelled "Come and greet me dear!"

Bilbo walked up and hugged her before she had a chance to say hello "Bilbo.. how are you?.. I bought seven bottles of 1255 wine for you, father said you liked it best."

He smiled "What would we do without you Snowdrop, what would a dinnerparty be without the belle of the shire!.. and still unmarried I see, not to worry, we will find you a fine husband!" Snowdrop just folded her arms and laughed "im gald you think so Bilbo Baggins."

Snowdrop had made her way across half the room when she saw Frodo Baggins "Hello Snow!" he said and gave her a hug, "its been a while, you should come to Bag End more often instead of pottering around that vinyard!" She laughed.."maybe I will!"

"Bilbo's right you know, what would we do without the belle of the ball!" Snowdrop returned to the counter and poured glasses of wine.

Umbria meanwhile had come down, she was now looking much better, though for the stitches on her forehead she was radiating life. At once she saw Pio and made her way over. "Pio" she said, her gray eyes staring deep into Pio's. "Did you ever think your children would come early?... Mine did, Phellodan.." she was still "I thought I felt commotion down here maybe you should think about that."

[Sword Maiden Of The Shire]

Merry and Pippin finally found their way through the huge crowd and spotted Frodo. Pippin smiled happily at him "Hello, Frodo."

"We haven't seen you in a while!" said Merry equally happy to see him "So, what do you think of the party so far?" "Even Pippin and I helped!"....

Frodo grined at them "I would've expected to see you two here!" Yes, this party is excellent. But tell me what you've been up to these days...as if I don't know." "Well..." said Pippin "We got our hands on some of Farmer Maggots mushrooms." "Unfortunately, they're gone" said Merry "but when he chased us, we found sanctuary here." Frodo laughed "As usual!" he saw a younger version of himself in them "But be careful doing that to people" he paused and ginned at them "He can get pretty mad." he winked at them and stode towards the others.

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[piosenniel]

Pio regarded Umbria calmly. 'No, there is no worry on that account. The twins will be born on Loendë, Midsummer's Day. And their Father will be here to greet them and give them their Father-names. So, do not concern yourself with that any longer.'

Sam, by that time, had come up to the table with the bottle of wine, and had poured each of them a glass of the ruby red liquid. He took one for himself, and offered a toast.

'Here's to your continued health, Mistress Piosenniel, may your babies be strong and healthy, as are mine. And to you Amaranthas,
jewel among Hobbits, May your wit stay sharp and and you life never dull.' He drank down his glass to the both of them and returned to Rose's side.

'Nice boy,that one! You should think about having a big family like that.' She pointed to where Sam's brood were playing. 'Keeps you young and hopping to keep up with them.' she cackled.

Pio blanched at the thought, thinking two would be quite enough for her.

[Lumiel]

*The party was in full swing, full of laughing people when Lumiel came downstairs. She was wearing a pastel pink dress with a white corset that had gold lacing on it. Her hair was kept down, but plaited along the way to keep it out of her face. Around her neck was a delicate-looking chain on which hung a small silver ring. On it a small opal was set with wings around it.

She skipped down the stairs, surveying the room with her beautiful eyes. She spotted the hobbits, the honorary guest hobbits, and smiled. She made her way over to the crowd and smiled warmly, saying hello's and excuse me's almost every minute. She saw an elderly-looking hobbit with grey hair but gay eyes. She guessed that he was Bilbo, from the looks of him. She clapped her hands together and said pleasantly*

"You must be Bilbo Baggins! I've heard so much about you! I must say that it's an honor, sir."

Bilbo replied, "Ah, my dear, the pleasure is all mine! And who may I ask do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

Lumiel's eyes shaded from green to a bright blue and she said, "I'm Lumiel Rovalhir. I can see now why all these people threw a party for you, Frodo, and Sam! If they're anything like you, this will be the best party I've ever been to!"

*Both Bilbo and Lumiel laughed cheerily and Bilbo said, "Enjoy the party, young lady! And don't let the young fellows down by not giving them a dance, eh?" Bilbo laughed once more and turned to another guest who was greeting him.

Lumiel felt happy now, more excited than she had been in a long time. She absolutely loved dancing, she couldn't wait until the music started! As she looked around, she saw the hobbit from earlier whose dress she had been admiring. Carie, as she recalled her name, was now wearing a beautiful red dress.*

"That hobbit has good tastes. I wonder if it's all right to start eating now?..."

[Carrûn]

Unnoticed in the general festivities Nárello remained seated by the fire. He had walked over to one of the tables and grabbed what he could carry back to his seat. He now ate in silence watching the proceedings. The small boy was unsure how to act among several of the most reknown in all of the tales he had been told.

He munched his cheese thoughtfuly and his green eyes circled around in their large sockets as he considered whether or not to go talk to any of the hobbits. He was the same age as many of Sam's children, and had even talked to a few of them on some of his wanderings. Deciding against it, his gazed shifted towards Frodo. As if responding to some unspoken cue the hobbit turned and his blue eyes locked with Nárello's green. The boy looked stuned. Here was someone who also understood loss, pain, suffering, and who showed it clearer than most, yet was better even then Awrygan at hiding it when he so desired. Nárello gave a weak smile and Frodo gave him a rather youthful grin in return.

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[Envinyatar]

Derufin was just finishing the plates for Pio and Amaranthas. The line had been long, and the wait longer as each hungry Hobbit and Elf dawdled over their choices. He slipped out of line, when it ground to a halt for the fourth time, and made his way to the kitchen.

Grabbing a large tray, he took two of the reserve stack of plates and loaded them up with the extra food. One of the Hobbits who had done some of the cooking came in and scolded him for disarranging the foods on their platters. He grinned at her, apologized, and went on stacking the plate with savory morsels.

The plates he placed on a wooden serving tray and popped out from the kitchen with it held high. He fished behind the bar for mugs and filled them with the requested beverages. As an after thought he filled a small slender glass with water and stuck one of the daisies in it that graced a bouquet on the bar top.

He was just nearing the table when he saw Sam raise his glass to the two ladies and drink a toast to them. Piosenniel, he saw, had pulled his plate to her and sat picking at the salmon and the salad. She glanced up at him briefly, blushed and looked a little guilty, then raised the slender slice of eel pie to him in salute and popped it in her mouth.

‘Mmmm! Those babies are well fed!’ he said as he sat the plates in front of her and Amaranthas. On closer inspection of his own plate, she had worked her way through it with great efficiency. He smiled and shook his head.

Handing out the forks, he sat himself down next to the Elf. ‘It’s a long, long line. Mind if I eat with you?’

[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami was standing at the bar passing drinks out to folk, when she felt an insistent tug on her arm and a hobbit leaning over to whisper something in her ear.

She turned around and saw that it was Frodo. "Can we talk? Just for a moment," he asked.

Cami nodded, and pulled him back inside one of the large pantries where it was much quieter than the common room in which the party was being held. She pulled over one of the lanterns for light and dragged in two barrels, gesturing for Frodo to sit down.

"I couldn't believe it when I heard that you and Bilbo had returned to the Shire." She shook her head in disbelief. "I thought that wasn't even possible."

"So did we," responded Frodo, nodding his head. "It was Gandalf who told us we could come here to see old friends. I wanted to see Sam again, and that's the main reason I came.

Cami looked up, startled by Frodo's choice of words. "Actually, that's the same thing Gandalf said to me....to be with "old friends".

"What is this Inn, Frodo? Do you understand what's going on? There's no way that the Shire would have so many Elves. I lived in the Shire for years, and the only time I ever saw Elves was the one time Bilbo took me on that special walk in the woods. I've met more Elves inside these walls in the past few days than I did my entire life. It doesn't make sense."

"And it's not just the Elves. Sometimes we have folk who talk about Numenor as if it was their home, or the other day a dwarf came in claiming to be a friend of Bilbo's named Dain Ironfoot. I know that's not possible. Dain was king of the dwarves, but he died many years ago."

Frodo looked Cami straight in the eye, "I don't know why or how these things happen. I only know that this place is very special. Things can happen here that can't happen anywhere else. Maybe it's the point where dreams and life meet. I don't know. I'm only thankful for this little sanctuary, where I can see and be with Sam, at least for a little while."

"You're right, Frodo. I should just accept. Gandalf always complained I asked too many questions."

Frodo grinned, "I heard about it...."Little Andreth".

Cami looked up and rolled her eyes. "I guess I don't have any secrets anymore. But, if you're here to see Sam, why am I here? I just left Piosenniel a month ago. Would Gandalf arrange this just so I could be with her?"

Frodo looked up shyly, "I don't think so. It's something else. Something to do with Gandalf and Bilbo and you, and I've agreed to help them." For a moment Frodo hesitated, but then went on. "You know Cami, after the Ring, I was hurting. I had lost myself, and I didn't know what to do. But friends came forward and they arranged things so I could be healed, at least a little. Without people like Gandalf, and Arwen, and later on Bilbo, I would never have made it. I know it's never going to be perfect, at least while I'm in this life, but it is better than it was."

"I can go on now. I can learn new things and appreciate the people I love. And I can even accept that it will be a very long time until I see Sam again. And that Bilbo will be leaving soon, and I can't go with him, not yet anyway."

She looked over at him, "I'm happy for you, very happy that you've found some peace. After what you've done, what you've given up...., " Cami's voice trailed off.

"But that's it," Frodo struggled for the words. "You had to give up something too, and we're your friends, and we want to help you."

Cami stared at him. A panicked thought crossed her mind, "Oh, no. I don't want to go to the West. Anyways I have work to do in Greenwood." Going to Amon would indeed be the worst possible choice for her. Cami, who had wished all her life just to see the Blessed Lands, realized that it was exactly the place where she didn't want to be, not now or later. Not unless hobbits from the First Age were suddenly given admission there.

It seemed as if Frodo had read her thoughts, for he burst out laughing, "The Blessed Lands, you! No, no, I didn't mean that." Then he said with some sadness in his voice, "It wouldn't fit, would it?"

Cami stumbled on, "No, it wouldn't. Anyways, I'm not you. What I did..." Here she corrected herself. What we did, Pio and Bird and Mith and Rose and I, it was a small thing."

Frodo startled her when he spoke again with great earnestness, "No, not a small thing. No! Without the Star, without your sacrifice of Maura, everything I did would have come to naught. So, in a strange way, I owe you a very big debt."

"I'm not saying that one thing equals another, or that one thing was as hard as another, only that they both had value and meaning, and there was sacrifice found in both."

Cami swallowed hard and looked away.

"You loved him?" Frodo whispered.

"Aye," she whispered, her lashes wet with the threat of tears. "Frodo, you will laugh, and perhaps no hobbit should say such a thing. But, to me, he was "Beren", and everything that name carries. I can no more root him out of my heart than I can will myself to stop breathing."

She slid her sleeve over her eyes to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall. "Just remember, Cami. We're your friends and we're here to help." Then he lifted up her hand and gently kissed it as if she was some great lady, and turned back towards the party room. Cami stood by herself a very long time wondering where all this was leading.

[ January 16, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]