Travels Through Middle Earth(scripted)

[Fred Baggins]

Fran shrugged. "Probably not. I'm guessing we probably don't spend a lot of time in the same place seeing as how you are a worrioress." She studied the elf. Elves where very good at hiding their emotions, but Fran had learned to detect them . (Gosh darn cat's eating my keyboard again!) " You think I'm odd don't you? Well I am." A twinkle shone in her eye. "Odd as a purple horse." She laughed. "Pleased to meet you. I supposed you'll be wanting me to leave now eh? M'Lady...?"

ooc:sorry about that little bit with the cat just thought you might like to know...

[Indril Anarion]

"Well, since you have gone through all this trouble to introduce yourself, perhaps we can meet for supper down at the inn. I am quite interested in learning about your Hobbit culture," said Idril, trying to be polite.

She figured it would be a good distraction from the worries that filled her mind. Also, she was hoping not to raise attention to her business in the Gondorian city.

[Lubyla]

After shoving the small rodent into my cape, I made my way down to maybe eat something. Quietly, I walked down the stairs, and passed by the hobbit and the elf conversing. The rodent made her way out of my cloaks, and bounded over to the two."Hildigard!" I shouted as i scooped her up.

[Indril Anarion]

As the sound of the woman yelling, Idril looked up. She saw the woman pick up the rodent.

"I never knew that rodents were so welcome at this inn," commented Idril to no one in particular.

[Fred Baggins]

Fran frowned at the rodent, and it's mistress and turned back to the elf. "Indeed, especially one so uncommon. Supper sounds good. I have a feeling that we should get to know each other, after all there should be a reason for an elf and a hobbit to be in the same place where both are so uncommon." She pointedly did not mention the rest of her reason. "If you'll pardon me?" Smiling she continued down the hall after the departing rodent. When she caught up to the human carring it she talked though other than talking making no acknowledgment of her.

"Those are uncommon in these areas. It would be interesting to learn where you got a..."rodent" such as that from." She emphasized rodent to mean something else. "I won't complain I have a rather odd animal companion myself, but "pigs" are the oddest indeed."

[Lubyla]

I hesitated for a molment. "Well, she sort of...came to me in a sence. We weren't properly introduced at our last meeing, I am Nydassi, I travel around oftn. And you are-"I was cut off by some sort of crashing sound in the downstairs.

[Indril Anarion]

After the departure of the Hobbit, Idril turned and closed the door behind her.

"I'll just finish up cleaning up my blades, and then I will venture down into the Common room and wait for the Hobbit," she said to herself.

[Fred Baggins]

"Following a sound that sounds to much like Freddy. Let's hope it's not!" Fran called as she ran down the stairs.

"I'm glad you are taking good care of my hors-" She heard a crash downstairs and sat up bolt right. 'What was that?"

[Lubyla]

"Freddy?" I called after"Who is Freddy? I am not familiar with the names of those in this area."

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"Trouble, thats what that sound was. Nothing but it."

[Indril Anarion]

Idril heard the crash.

"I hope everything is alright," she said, re-sheathing her blades that had been cleaned.

She walked down the stairs to see what was the matter.

[Fred Baggins]

As the hobbit hit the las step she groaned. It was worse that Freddy. A woman had run into the inn making the innkeeper drop her trays. She was screaming frantically, words that where almost unintelligable. While those around her tried to calm her down and decipher what she was saying, Fran herself ran outside.

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Aduial watched Ranwyn glance out the window, and her eyes grow wide. She called Eve over, and Aduial hauled herself up from the bed. The three of them watched the scene below them.

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Fran walked into the street, and held her arms wide, shouting at the warg in her path. He was a white warg, beautiful in all his horridness. His cold hard, ice-blue eyes moved in her direction, his glare was hard enough to peirce her skin even if there had been a dull solitity to it. His mouth was closed, but from the one tooth that protruded from the gap in his face on-lookers prayed she didn't discover first hand how sharp his teeth where. The white mangy fur was matted in bloody clots, and there was blood dripping from his mouth. The only part not white of his person was the pure black cresent moon nestled on his neak, almost a neaklace if he wore one. In all his horridness the beauty upon him was exceedingly over-powering. "Lintegwath, how DARE you!" She shouted, and amazingly he cowered, tail tucked under. It looked awkward, this great big creature cowering from one much smaller than he. She walked up to him and clamped her hand over his muzzle shaking it hard. She spoke to him in his own dreadful language and he slunk out of the village.

[Indril Anarion]

Idril watched with horror and amazement at the scene outside of the inn. her knives were unsheathed and she was ready to aid the she-Hobbit.

The Hobbit's bravery surpassed her assumptions. This was no ordinary Hobbit.

Once the warg departed, Idril re-sheathed her knives and stepped outside.

"You are no ordinary Hobbit," said Idril to the Hobbit.

[Fred Baggins]

She shruged. "That's what the other hobbits said before I left to."
"Lintegwath's just a puppy really. Or he was when he came to me. He still acts like one."

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"I she a visitor or do you have hobbits that live here?" Aduial shook her head. "Either way I've never seen even a human do what she just did."

[Indril Anarion]

"The beast is you pet? Quite unusual," said Idril, running her hand through her hair.

[Fred Baggins]

"What? Pet? Hardly. Traveling companion. He came to me." She looked up and saw Starletta in front of her. "I recall you asking me of my name. Fran. Gamgee."

[Aralyn]

Ranywn turned to the girl, Aduil.
"Excuse me being for being rude. What are you doing here?"
She wasn't sorry at all, only curious and met the girls eyes.

[Fred Baggins]

Aduial looked from Ranwyn to Eve. "What...am I doing here?" She sat back down on the bed. She plucked at the drab clothes she wore the last thing left of home. "I was attacked by orcs...and...got a concusion..." She looked back up. "That's not the answer you're looking for."

Sighing she picked up the small bundle, and began to play with it, pretending to be occupied with a lose string on the rag holding it together, so she wouldn't have to meet the eyes of the older girls.

"My village was burned down, by the orcs, three nights past. I lost everything I had in that fire, not only my home, but my family as well. The only reason I alone survived was that I was visiting a nearby village--the closest place to get proper smithy things--and was there over night. When I came back, there wasn't a cottage left standing. Even the orcs themselves wouldn't find fit to remain there. So I'm running, from people who will try...MAKE me apprentice to them."

[Aralyn]

Ranywn was sure she had a guilty look on her face but masked it by saying, "And the horse is not yours either, I presume? You''ll excuse me for saying so but it's a very fine beast. Like a nobles."
then quieter, "I'm- i'm sorry for your losses. But where will you go?"

[Fred Baggins]

She sighed, "No, if you must know my life story. It's not mine. I stole it, I needed a horse. But it's not as nice as you would think on first glance, not worth more'n I could aford, if I still had my money. As for where I go...where ever my horse takes me. That is unless you would rather take him back to his first owner and explain to him what happened to his horse?" She sighed again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burst out like that. I'm justs frusterated, that's all."

[Lubyla]

ooc: Starletta Faith? Don't you mean...Nydassi?

ic:"No, we shall not take the horse back. But you may stay here as lng as you would like."

"Fran" I repeated to no one. "Why does that name seem so familiar?" I brushed back a clump of hair.