'Twern't nothing other than protecting my customer base; good paying customers are hard to find.

Grondy came to Fionw’'s (I spelled it right this time) room a little later bringing some warm broth and some hot tea for the invalid. "How do you feel? Think you could get some of this broth and tea into you? You lost a lot of blood and will be laid up for a few days at a minimum. Too bad we ran out of healing potion and the visiting cleric hasn't yet been by this year."

Grondy made another pot of his navy bean and ham soup with cellery and carrots for color and onion for taste. Quite tasty with flakey biscuits, a bit cheese, and some ale to top it off.

OOC: I took a pint peanut butter jar of the soup to my across-the-hall neighbor and he said he enjoyed it as he brought back the freshly washed jar, said he ate it in one sitting.

Hokay Maydmarion, how about:

Two ounces of vodka and one of grenadine, stirred, and served over crushed ice in an 'Old Fashion' glass, garnished with a red cherry, a pink parasol, and a sprig of spearmint, and placed on a white coaster.

Or substitute 'three shots of Sloe Gin' for the fluid in the above recipe.

I haven't any idea how these would taste as I made them up, but they might look pretty.

After one of these I'll have to cut you off the booze for the night, whether you will or not.

WARNING KIDS: Dont try this at home or anywhere else, as alcohol can be harmful of your health and can be habit forming leading to long lasting detrimental effects with your social life.

So what's happening in the Inn latley Grondy - it seems a bit quiet - don't tell me there's another Inn opened up giving you some competition? I've never seen things so quiet? Maydmarion asks gazing around the Inn, checking the dark corners for Elves, Dwarves or Fairies ?

I wouldn't mid a bit of that bread you've baked with a nice piece of mature cheese, some pickles and a mug of ale mmmmmm

The sound of a horse galloping came near, and then stopped outside. The door opened and a cloaked figure entered. He struggled to close it again against the strong winds outside. Slamming his weight against it, he finally managed to close the thing.
"Mae govannen mellonin," Fionw’ said, pulling off his hood. Looking around the Inn, he saw little activity other than Grondy having a drinking contest with a familiar client. "Things have died down since last I was here."

OOC: School has been very busy for me, just finished my midterms yesterday. I also went to another barn dance last night, saw her again. Unfortunately, we only got to do one dance together.

Grondy threw another log on the fire and hurried over to take the order of the newly arrived Fionw’. 'Blowing up a storm out there. Let me take your cloak and hang it by the fire to dry it out. You also might want to move yourself closer to the fire where it is warmer. Can I get you a drink and a bite of supper?'

Fionw’ gratefully took off his wet cloak and handed it to Grondy.
"Thank you. It's rather chilly out there," he said, going to sit by the hearth. "Food sounds really good actually, hard to cook some nice venison when it's so wet."

a elf slipped in. he was dressed completely in garments of war. he bore a long spear and in the shadow of hes cloak two short swords could be seen. all in all he looked very frightening to all except the most brave of men. but on hes face was a smile.
"Mae Govannen!" He said.

"Aye!!" cheered Etharion to the newcomer, boding him to sing. He had just risen from a slumber at one of the more out of the way tables. He waited for the song, and just then noticed Grondy. "Ah master dwarf!! How nice to see you..tell me..have i slept long?"

*Wakes from a long and restful slumber in a dark corner of the Inn*

"Master Dwarf, have I missed much? It's like I've slept an age, I'm covered with dust!" said Loss as he coughed from the dust.

"I smell the ale, and food, any chance that some is going around? Oh, and have you put to use those notes on growing pipe-weed I gave you? Must have been a while since you copyed them from my journal..."

"No I haven't yet planted the pipe-weed seeds Loss. I thought I'd wait til spring as the ground has been either too dry this summer or too wet this fall, and will be frozen hard this winter. I have prepared a plot for them and covered it with compost for the winter though. Would you like the same as I'm fixing here for Arath after his song or do you want something more substantial?"

"Nice song Arath, here is your tankard of Gimli's Finest’ and a combo plate of Spicy Hot Balrog Wings, Deep Fried Watch Rings, and Bar-B-Cued Warg Ribs. Enjoy!"

OOC: For those unable to translate Arath's song:

Quote:
The Evening Star

I saw a star rise high in the
Evening sky,
It hung like a jewel,
Softly shining.

I saw a star fade in the
Evening sky,
The dark was too deep and so light died,
Softly pining.

For what might have been,
For what never was.
For a life, long lived
For a love half given

- Adapted by Philippa Boyens, Music by Howard Shore, Translated into Sindarin by David Salo

*gratefully accepts what grondy offers*
"Well now! this day might turn into a joyfull one!"

"Here you go Loss, a combo plate and a tankard of Gimli's Finest’. Anything happening out there? I hope I have enough logs stored for the winter; I really out to see if that vein of coal in the third cellar would be worth while tapping to augment or fuel supply for when the snow and ice block access to the forest.

"Ah! Thanks Grondy" Loss said while taking a swig of Gimli's Finest... "I shouldn't worry too much about fuel for the coming winter, I see a good pile of logs further down the hill, but if the winter is too harsh, you do have a good selection of trees about the wood... Or why would it be called a wood?" Then smiled and tucked into his Hot and Spicy Hot Balrog Wings, Deep Fried watch rings, and Bar-B-Cued Warg Ribs. "Winter shouldn't be too far away though, I feel the change, there are more leaves on the ground..."

"Haha, yes they will have to wrap up warm... Or the little cattypigglers won't have warm colours on their wings when they turn into flutterbies" Loss replyed whilst saying yum everynow and again to the taste of the balrog rings, it gave him quite a kick. It felt like his mouth was on fire.

"Ahhh, Old Toby, the finest of pipeweed, I'll have a hunt for my pipe... Ah I have it." Loss said as he then handed it to Grondy to fill it for him. "I'll have a see if I still have the knack of blowing circles or other shapes... Do you still have those multi-coloured smoking balls I gave you? Good fun to mix too"

"Oi! Grondy! What's this about wizards only bringing trouble to common folk? They may arrive, more often than not, on its crest, but you can hardly say that they're the cause of it! I'd rather have all the trouble in the world and a kind, steadfast wizard at my side than have to face half the trouble in this inn alone all by myself! Besides, I have long lost my appreciation of fireworks and I wouldn't mind a slightly mind-boggling demonstration of the art at its best to revive my interest. Necromancers, on the other hand, are the most troublesome lot in the entire..." A masked figure leapt from the shadows; knocked Ar-edain37 unconscious with one jab of a sceptre, which bore what appeared to be a live, golden turtle on one end; and dragged the limp body out of the room by the cloak. All this was met with thunderous applause.

"Thank you Master Dwarf" said Loss as he taken his pipe, and then taken a few puffs. His ears soon pricked when the mention of Port came into the picture. "Yes please Grondy, two friends worthy of a pleasant evening they are, a puff and a drink is like a fish in water, there's no use if they are separated"... But hearing the sudden speech by Ar-edain without taking breath, Loss turned and smiled at the rolling compliments of wizards, but hearing the commotion that was stirring around the Inn, Loss covered his 'walking stick' with an old cloak in his bag... It seemed that Wizards have a bad name around these parts...

Yes, someone should really go and see if the loud Dunedain is alright, a rather nasty bump to the head that" but seeing as no-one moved from their drinks, Loss sighed and got up, taken his 'walking stick' and went outside the door... A few minutes later, ice began to break upon the roof and snow came down heavily , wind howled and cracks of noise came and left often... Loss then came back into the door dusting off the snow before he entered and sat down at his table and continued with his pipe and port... "Ar-edain's going to be alright, he woke up as I left him and he's sitting on a bench... looking rather confused too... and that mysterious figure seems to have dissapeared... Ah, anyway, would you like a Port Grondy, my round?" Then tossing some coins to him he looked down to his 'walking stick' and covered it again.

OOC: I always thought of Petards as bombs used to detroy big walls on castles or strongholds, like Helm's Deep but I never knew it to be a word for breaking wind I found that it's also a word for home-made fireworks

Fionw’ roared with laughter at the sight of the necromancer who got Ar-edain37. He could sense an act behind it so he knew Ar-edain37 would be alright, if being turned into a half pig half duck could be called that.

OOC: LOL Actually, petard comes from a French word which means literally "break wind". The petards, who carried the petards(the bomb kind), would carry them to the walls of a fortress and ignite them. Because of the nature of the petards(bomb), they would often explode prematurely, making the petards(men) one of the higher payed common soldiers in an army. Not that it did them much good most of the time, because if you didn't get shot by a crossbow bolt, you might get speared by a javelin or smashed by a rock, or blown up by your own weapon. Or you might decide to play the Japanese and run a kamakaze strike on the wall, the high pay didn't do much good for most of them! But they could be a deciding factor in any siege, with the proper use of them. lol Grondy

Grondy laughed at Maydmarion's suggestion, "I heard a similar tale from an itererant bard about a lumberjack named Tom whose main tool was the saw. In that tale old Tom, when he was young, got some of his friends to do a free whitewash job for him. Or was that the tale about the lawyer who whitewashed the facts and succeeded in getting a crooked fence off scott free."

"Sure enough is Loss." says Grondy as he tops off both their glasses. "Pretty good stuff this," he adds with a wink.

"Dang! I can no longer make those square-ish smoke rings like I used to; don't know if this port has got my whistle too wet or if it's somethin' else."

Fionw’ overheard Loss's suggestion to Marion, and couldn't help but start laughing. "Ah, my friend, you'd have a hard time at that," he said, amidst his laughter.

walks in the door his cloke wipping about him in the cold winter wind and closed the door quickly
removeing his hood he looks about for any fimaler faces. seeing the bar keep he walks to him a smile faint on his lips.

" hello old friend it's been a long time what news do you have for me what have i missed in my time away?" corgon says siting down at the bar.

"Thanks for the refill, but I think it shall be the last one for me, it seems to have *cough* tickled *cough* my throat a tad much today *cough*" Loss said to Grondy, but was forced to stop, it seemed that something was bumping around the rafters...

"Maybe our Cloveress is closer than you think, once her hibernation period is over maybe we'll hear her wings creaking as she comes back from all that sleep"

I hope the violence doesn't break out soon; I'd like to die in my bed with my boots off. I'm tired of fighting the filthy blighters.

*Walks into Inn*
Hello everyone, I read the sign and so...
*jumps onto a table*
I shall sing you a song, you probably all know it, I learned this from a hobbit friend of mine...

"Home is behind
the world ahead
and there are many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night
until the stars are all alight
mist and shadow
cloud and shape
hope shall fail
all shall fade"