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| 6 Fourth Age: To the Tavern!; Open to all | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 6 Nov 2008, 10:35 PM (406 Views) | |
| Deleted User | 6 Nov 2008, 10:35 PM Post #1 |
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Eothair had left Rivendell a few days earlier and was weary from his journey. He entered Bree through the Eastern Gate and traveled through the town. He stopped at the Prancing Pony, the local inn. He handed the reins of his steed to a servant and said, "Be wary of him and tie him tight. He may break down the doors of the Inn just to see me." He was joking of course but the servant boy looked worried. He threw him a silver coin and walked into the Inn. Inside it was warm and festive. Many locals and foreigners sat around long tables drinking ale, smoking pipeweed, and eating food. Eothair walked up to the bar asking for two mugs of ale, and a match. He was given them by Barliman, the bartender and landlord of the Prancing Pony. He went and sat at a table far away from the hustle and bustle of the everday business of the Inn. He pulled a pipe out from underneath his cloak and withdrew a bag of pipeweed from his pocket. He struck the match and lit his pipe. He breathed in the smoke and blew out a smoke ring. He pulled up his mug and took a long drink from it. He smiled as he set and down and surveyed the Tavern. |
| Deleted User | 9 Nov 2008, 05:59 PM Post #2 |
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The door to the Prancing Pony opened and a long line of Hobbits trotted inside. Milo followed his boisterous cousin, Broderick Hornblower. As he entered, he scanned the room. Last time he had been here, he’d been hiding from Broderick and had met Haeleana. From there, his journey to Minas Tirith had begun. The nostalgia was bittersweet. Milo accepted the half pint of ale from Barliman. His cousins and friends had chosen a table in the back of the tavern, and Milo claimed a seat on their flank. The desire to set out on another journey, perhaps north to Arnor before the winter set in, burned in his breast. The Shire was his home, and Bree was home to many of his friends, but he felt stifled here. Broderick had begun another retelling of the Hornblower family’s most famous member, Dillon Hornblower, who fought goblins. Milo turned away, thinking about the thousands of Men who had fought Orcs and how common that made them. He found that he was seated close to a lone man, who happened to have the exact seat Haeleana had occupied when Milo first met her. The nostalgia flared up again. “Greetings, friend. I am Milo Brandybuck, of Bucklebury in Buckland, within the Shire.” |
| Deleted User | 12 Nov 2008, 09:06 PM Post #3 |
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Eothair had been sitting in the back of the Prancing Pony, the famous Inn of Bree, when a troop of Hobbits came marching in through the door. They all ordered pints of ale and sat in the very back, quite near to him in fact. One of the hobbits leaned over and said to him, “Greetings, friend. I am Milo Brandybuck, of Bucklebury in Buckland, within the Shire.” Eothair picked up his mug of ale and sat back in his chair. He took a sip of ale, then a quick smoke from his pipe before replying, "Greetings Milo. I am Eothair Hafnul of Rivendell. I am sure you've heard of the House of Elrond no?" |
| Deleted User | 13 Nov 2008, 03:36 PM Post #4 |
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Milo, who had just been about to take a gulp of the finest ale in Middle-earth, did a double take. The man sitting next to him appeared to be just a man, yet he spoke of Rivendell and the House of Elrond. The Hobbit had not travelled enough or learned enough of the history of men to understand. He was intrigued, and it showed in the sudden glow in his face. “Indeed I have, Eothair Hafnul. I made an acquaintance with Elladan, son of Elrond while in Gondor. We did not speak much of his home, but I have since looked at maps and histories.” The story Broderick was telling held absolutely no interest for Milo now. He wanted to hear more about this man and the Elven city so well hidden it could hardly be found even by an expert map-reader. “What brings you to Bree, when you could enjoy the comforts that must be present in an Elven realm?” Milo was imagining magic around every corner, beautiful voices echoing through the air, and such serenity that even the Shire seemed chaotic. |
| Deleted User | 13 Nov 2008, 09:10 PM Post #5 |
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Milo, the hobbit leaned over and said to him, “Indeed I have, Eothair Hafnul. I made an acquaintance with Elladan, son of Elrond while in Gondor. We did not speak much of his home, but I have since looked at maps and histories.” Friend will Elladan! That indeed was suprising for a Hobbit but no so much as to make Eothair suspect anything. "So you are friends with Elladan eh? He is a fine man. Or Elf I should say." He chuckled to himself and took a drink from his mug. "I have lived in Rivendell ever since I was sixteen. There I am Horse Master of the Stables of Elrond." He made a slight smile and nodded to the Hobbit. "So who are you Master Milo? Friend of Elves? Adventurer perhaps?" |
| Deleted User | 18 Nov 2008, 03:25 PM Post #6 |
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Milo flushed a bit and tried to cover it by taking a drink of his ale. Adventurer. That would certainly be a nice title to have, but it was not his to own yet. He had only traveled and wandered a bit. There was much to do before his journey became an adventure. “I am a cartographer,” he replied. “My travels have taken me out of his area for a time, and I think I will not be staying long here. There is more to see and map.” None of his Hobbit friends were paying particular attention to him. They didn’t find conversation with the Big Folk very novel, having lived their whole lives in Bree where Big Folk lived around every corner. “I might be in the beginning of an adventure, but it’s hard to know until the end. It might have begun on Weathertop nearly nine months ago. I went to Gondor after that, though, and I fear I’ve lost the thread of my own quest.” |
| Deleted User | 19 Nov 2008, 09:25 PM Post #7 |
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Eothair nodded as he said, "A cartographer eh? Well thats a fine thing to be. Without Men, excuse me Hobbits, lke you would we know where we were going" He laughed slightly and listened as the Hobbit Milo told him, “I might be in the beginning of an adventure, but it’s hard to know until the end. It might have begun on Weathertop nearly nine months ago. I went to Gondor after that, though, and I fear I’ve lost the thread of my own quest.” Eothair made a puzzled look. "Beginning a quest? Well I find that a quest for me begins when I set out to aid others, or when I find I am particurlarly interested in something foreign." He sipped some of his ale and continued, "I recently was involved in an assault at the Eastern Bridge of Rohan, on the River Isen. A group of near thirty Orcs assaulted me, and my new found friend Kahlin the Dwar. I intented to find her again and track the rest of the Orcs that fled from us. Would you like to accompany us?" He asked. |
| Deleted User | 20 Nov 2008, 03:35 PM Post #8 |
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Milo contemplated the offer while he finished off his half-pint of ale. He had returned to the Shire and visited Bree to let his family know that he was alive and safe, but he had never intended to stay here as long as he had. There was too much of the world still to see, and Milo had let fifty-five years of his life pass by already. “Well, I was thinking about heading south again,” Milo admitted, setting his tankard down on the scrubbed wooden table. A look of intense contemplation passed over his face for an instant. He was searching for some reason to decline. Even the slightest excuse would do, but Milo found that he could summon none. The spark of adventure had been ignited inside him. It could not be extinguished now. “And I believe now is as good a time as any,” he said, grinning broadly. “I have my pony stabled with my great-great uncle here in Bree and it will be no great task to supply myself. I can set out as early as first light.” The Hobbit flushed slightly, realizing that he may have misinterpreted Eothair’s invitation as immediate. He quickly corrected himself to appear more polite. “Or whenever you had planned to leave Bree.” |
| Deleted User | 20 Nov 2008, 03:46 PM Post #9 |
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Eothair watched the Hobbit and tried to figure out what he was thinking. It seemed a look of confusion entered his features, as if he was trying to think of something to say but couldn't. Then the Hobbit lit up with excitement telling him he had his pony stabled with his great-great uncle, and supplies would be no issue. Eothair smiled and said, "Well my steed will need some rest. It is not too late, so you could find your Uncle later and gather supplies. A week or two's worth of food for you. I have my own from Rivendell, as well as some Lembas from Lothlorien." He picked up his mug, drank from it, and set it back down on the table. "Pardon my manners. Would you like some pipeweed?" He asked as he held out the bag of pipeweed. He smoked deeply from his pipe, the smell of the weed intoxicating him. He blew out a smoke ring trying to make it into a shape. |
| Deleted User | 20 Nov 2008, 10:51 PM Post #10 |
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Murazar had entered the tavern early in the morning from a long journey from farther north, he had seen the sea of which he would have taken if he wished to leave. For his part he had needed somewhere to rest without excitement. Noise was fine as he was used to drowning out more than a pubs worth of sound. He was sitting in a corner listening in on conversations for a long while, something interesting that would take him in any direction but directly north. He was wearing his usual clothes, black cloak, ringil completely covered although the hilt was visible via imprint from his waist, the leather pants and shirt coated with dark colors. In a instant his elven ears picked up the word 'elrond' and several other words, he dedicated his time to listening to them more clearly to understand them better. He made sure to pull his hood up to cover his ears and shadow his eyes enough to make them unable to tell he was elven. He after all didn't want everyone staring at him or the room to fall silent, that would most likely make things bad. He did not need the attention, with a quick couple of quiet steps he was right behind both of them and said in a calm voice. " I hear you are going south, if you wish I could go along. If you wish to know what i'm capable of tell me what you need and i'll tell you if I can do it." He paused for a moment looking closer at the man he blinked once and said to him directly," Have I seen you somewhere?" It was strange he might have met the man or saw him at a distance more likely. That could be anywhere though, the man looked like he was rohan and murazar hadn't been in rohan for a long time, a long time as men tell time anyway. Edited by Quickbeam, 21 Nov 2008, 12:27 AM.
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