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Post by Sweety8587 on Nov 30, 2003 11:19:55 GMT -5
Welcome welcome! Mae Govennen stranger! Welcome to the Winter Inn. Please sit down, what can we get you here? An Ale? Some Wine? Something to eat or drink?
Here we strive for a peaceful atmosphere in the quiet of Rivendell. We hope that you will enjoy your stay here.
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Elanor pushed the old oak door inside, letting the warmth flow over her. She pulled her cloak off her shoulders and nodded to the Inn Keeper who waved the rag he was wiping a glass with. She pointed to the small table in the corner and mouthed, "The usual" to him.
Doing so she sat down, resting her elbows on the table as her green eyes looked over the patrons. Most of them we're sitting chatting, a few were even having a singing contest in the furthermost corner while a few sat in serious discussion in the middle of the room. Due to the presence of the large cloud of smoke over their heads, Elanor suspected that there might be a few Rangers, if not, Men sitting with them. Most likely exchanging news of current events.
Elanor smiled as the Inn Keeper dropped in front of her a goblet of wine, a loaf of bread, some meat, cheese and a bowl of warm thick soup. She handed the man a few silver coins and began to eat with gusto.
After eating, she picked up the goblet and began to sip at it leisurly. She jumped slightly when she heard someone ask, "Is this seat taken?" She turned around to see..........
(tag!)
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Post by Kait on Nov 30, 2003 13:23:38 GMT -5
*Anorel quietly opened the door of the inn, slipping into the warm room. She smiled softly as she took off her cloak, draping it over her arm. She caught sight of the inn keeper and made her way over to him.*
"What can I get for you?"
"Just my usual wine please." *He nodded with a smile and went to pour her drink. It was then that Anorel turned to notice the others in the inn. She couldn't help but laugh softly at the singing contest taking place in one corner. Maglor would have put them all to shame, were he still among them. She noticed the cloud of smoke above a few people toward the center of the room and smiled. While she herself never cared for the weed of men and hobbits, the smell of the smoke still brought back fond memories of past adventures. Anorel's thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see the inn keeper patiently waiting to give her her drink. She smiled thankfully and took it from him, paying him the proper amount. She turned to look for a place to sit... and then she noticed her. A very familiar she-elf was sitting by herself... Anorel grinned slightly, making her way over to the table.* "Is this seat taken?" *Elanor turned sharply, apparently startled. However, a smile soon came to her lips as she saw who it was.*
"Ai! Anorel! It is now!"
*Anorel laughed as Elanor rose from her seat. She immediately embraced her friend, quite glad that she would have her company for a while.* "It is good to see you, mellon nin." *She took the seat next to Elanor as her friend returned to her seat as well.*
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Post by Sweety8587 on Dec 1, 2003 12:22:44 GMT -5
Elanor laughed in her joy to see an old friend and hugged her. "It has been too long mellon nîn!" As they both sat down they started at the same moment "what are.." "Are you.." Both of them laughed slightly and Elanor waved her hand, "Go on. You first..." Anorel smiled slightly and asked in a humor filled voice, "Waiting for someone special?" Elanor eyed her bemused, "As a matter of fact yes. Three people, all three of them you know. Two of them call you "aunty"" She winked at the last part as Anorel chuckled as she realised who Elanor was talking about.
Elanor kept an eye on the door waiting for her family to come. She looked back at Anorel as she asked, "Where had you been the past few months? I had not seen your around our fair city for some time." Elanor took a small sip of her wine as she replied, "I had to go to Lorien to see my mother. I then had to take her to Mirkwood to father. And then come back. But enough about me, how have you been? Everything going well in our fair and peaceful realm?"
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Meadain
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Post by Meadain on Dec 5, 2003 17:55:11 GMT -5
*Maedain walked in rather slowly. A bit cautious, hoping it was the right Inn that one of Elrond's house-elf's pointed out to him. Knowing he would be the only one of the race of men, he did feel a bit out of place but it wasn't his first time. He was a messenger of Gondor, although this was not his normal occupation, one was needed to update the ally on recent developments and he signed up...eager to escape the confinds of his routine at home and to experiance the brillance of elves once more. He stepped in slowly as his darkened (somewhat filthy) marroon cloak whipped through the door behind him. He slowly slid of his hood as piece of hair caught with the material. Maedain's long ash brown hair came into view, fitting his attire perfectly. Although he was a man of Gondor, he was no soldier therefore was not garbed in the uniform. He simply was dawned in peasant apparel...simple worker of the streets. A dirtied white shirt and black patched breeches with cuffed boots. He took a seat to the closes table, shifting his swaying sword at his side, so he could sit comfortably. The melodic voices of the visitors and residents filled the room, as he sat and rested his head on the wall behind him. He had just come from the meeting with Elrond after JUST arriving in Rivendell...he had not yet had time to rest.*
"Suilad Hir nin, my apologies for the wait, can I get you any ale--?"
"Just water please..."
*He answered quickly in his naturel low voice. He rubbed his chin as the he-elf quickly went to get his order. Meadain began to scan the room noticing a few of the residence.*
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Post by Kait on Dec 14, 2003 15:53:26 GMT -5
"I had to go to Lorien to see my mother. I then had to take her to Mirkwood to father. And then come back. But enough about me, how have you been? Everything going well in our fair and peaceful realm?"
"Of course... Things always run well while I'm here to keep everyone in line..." *She winked playfully at her friend, causing her to laugh. She turned to glance at the door as another man entered. Her eyes roamed over him... She was sure that she didn't know him... However, he did look slightly familiar. She glanced to Elanor, nodding in the man's direction.* "Do you know who he is?" *Elanor followed her gaze and studied the stranger before shaking her head.*
"No... I don't think so... Why?"
"I've seen him somewhere before... I just figure out where..."
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Meadain
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Post by Meadain on Dec 15, 2003 20:31:37 GMT -5
*It did not take long for the elf to bring him a wooden mug of water. Meadain drank after nodding thanks to the he-elf. As he sat he began to wonder about when he was to be leaving...and how...and until then where would he stay. At this inn? This inn seemed so lonely despite the joyous music which rang with an elvish harmony and the constant company. It didn't seem cozy enough for the man. He thought back to his meeting with Elrond..the high-elf* ++++++ " Your journey was long, well ridden, and planned, you are welcome to stay as long as you want in our realm, Meadain...your company will be appreciated...its the least we can do for our allies to the King of Gondor." *The statement seemed cold, but Meadain took it with great pleasure. It had taken him a long to arrive in Rivendell from Minas Tirith...but then again it wasn't like he hated it. The man greatly enjoyed the journey.* ++++++ *Meadain disgarded his thoughts as he saw a she-elf looking towards him. At first frowning at the puzzlement on her face, but remained his normal expression as she turned her attention back to the other maiden she was speaking with. He traced the rim of his mug, not realizing he was pressing hard on the mug...which soon resulted in a splinter which slid strangely perfect in his finger. He winced slightly and examined the set back...it was deep but nothing he woudl worry about. It was then he heard a yelp from outside...so did the others from inside the inn. It was that of a maiden...* (tag...i couldn't think of anything  ) |
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Post by Sweety8587 on Dec 17, 2003 7:24:08 GMT -5
(Can we pretend that its near the end of the Third Age? During the war of the ring? Cause....i just couldnt think of anything else either....  ) Elanor silently studied the stranger over the rim of her goblet but put it back down with a frown as she asked, "Do you feel that?" Before Anorel could reply, a far away screeching noise was heard which was followed by a yelp of fear from outside. Elanor cursed silently as she recognised the feeling. The familiar feeling of dread and fear and angish all mixed together like a frightful elixir. It accompanied the Nazgul. She rushed outside, her eyes searching the darkening sky's. But her eyes dropped back down when a tangle of red and black hair grabbed her by the waist and babbled senselessly in elvish. She moved them inside and moved to stand beside Eltharion, his cold blue eyes latched on the grim figure flying over their heads. "What business would bring a Nazgul to Rivendell?" Elanor asked no one in particular. ((Im horrible with ideas....)) |
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Post by Syri on Dec 18, 2003 4:29:49 GMT -5
The screaching sound of the Nazgull was dreadful to hear for any person. But when others had no courage to stay looking at them others did not feel the same. Syri knew it was because of the scar on the back of her shoulder. She had always been able to resist the upcoming fear, but it also made her more confused over who she really was.
She turned her head back down and headed towards the inn. Elrond had told her theere would some people that she had to pick up and lead them to Rivendell. The arrival of the Nazgull proved that he was right. Something was brewing again and all the help they could get would be usefull.
Only she didn't know who would be there.
"Why does he always has to be so vague..." she muttered in herself.
After a short while she came in sight of the inn and she thought she saw a glimpse of Elanor before the door closed again. If it was her sister, then Eltharion wouldn't be so far away either and it would be great to see them both again.
She entered the inn and looked around to see where Elanor would be.
"What business would bring a Nazgul to Rivendell?" Elanor asked no one in particular.
It was this question that leaded Syri towards them.
"For that Elrond has asked me to come and get you all to Rivendell," she replied smiling, seeing the surprised faces when they turned around and recognised her. Elanor and Eltharion immediatly hugged her and asked for more explanation.
"Do you know what is going on? Why does he need us to be around?" Eltharion asked.
"I don't know what is going on exactly, but from his request to come and search you it sounded serious enough," she replied softly.
((that was all for ideas I had stored today... sorry))
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Post by Vìncê on Nov 20, 2004 2:33:57 GMT -5
Vincent, disregarding the screech of the nazgul and the conversation of the reunited friends, walked into the Winter Inn. He walked straight up to the innkeeper and said...
"An ale please..."
After saying that he walked to an empty table and plopped himself down on the chair, leaned on the back legs of the chair and propped his head against the wall behind him.
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Post by Eldae on Nov 30, 2004 21:16:31 GMT -5
Fëaril slowly pushed open the door, pausing a moment after he shut it behind him to bask in the warmth of the fire. He shook his head, feeling the chill of both weather and Nazgul melt away in the Inn. With a measured pace, he limped over to a chair by the fire, settling back into it comfortably. He leaned back into the chair, eyes half-closed, and listened to the sounds of conversation coming from throughout the inn. He had discovered quite some time ago that listening was much better than talking when you wanted to discover what was happening.
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Post by Artorius on Jul 19, 2007 5:51:51 GMT -5
The whole of the Inn were busy talking with each other and drinking there ale, however even if they were alert they would not of noticed the strange, grey/green cloaked man enter through the inns old door.
He stood around 6 foot 4 and seemed to favour the shadowy and darker places of the inn. Only the barman noticed him when he was 2 foor from the front of the bar.
'Ello thar stranger, what be ya name and what will ye be drink'n?'
The stranger peered at the man through his cloaks hood
His peircing grey eyes looked about the room and the man scratched his short beard. He replied to the barman his voice was deep and grim and heavy with an accent that was clearly not from any regions close to this one.
'I am known around here as Artorius.'
Artorius noticed the rest of the inn now were staring at him and especially his dark, beautiful carved long bow. He smiled and looked back to the barman.
'...and I assume weapons are meant to be placed behind the bar for saftey reason.'
The barman nodded, though it was clear he was nervous of the tall stranger. He reached across and took his longbow and quiver and repeated.
'Ahem... Any drinks ye be want'n Longshanks? We have ales brewed in Buckland, Beer with the best taste imported from our brothers in the Dale! What takes ya fancy?'
Artorius looked at the bars wares.
'Just tea... and some Southern Star if you have any...'
'Ooo I'm sorry, we only have ol' Tobey. Will that saffice?'
Artorius frowned, still sensing the attention from the whole inn.
'Fine... it will do.'
The barman nodded and went off to prepare the order.
Artorius turned around and strode to a table near a window. The fire was close enought to him to feel the warmth but the light did not reach him and the tall stranger sat in the shadows cleaning his pipe.
The crowd of the inn now lost intrest in the dark stranger though some of the tables could be heard talking about the man.
After 5 minutes the fat barman had come to delivier the order to Artorius. He placed the pipeweed and tea in a wooden mug on the table and collected the coins that layed out for his payment.
Without a word the mysterious man inserted the pipe weed and began to smoke, and slowly drank his tea.
Watching the inn as if he suspected something to happen very soon.
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