Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Moira Brandybuck The Shire - Brandywine Bridge Between the dwarf's homage to her kinsmen and his flattery towards her bearing, Moira was quickly warming to Thromi. She was glad to leave the guarding hobbits behind her as she set off down the road towards the Bridge Inn. She knew she would need to ride hard to make up the time she would lose but she wasn't about to pass up such a unique opportunity to talk to someone about the outside world. I never knew dwarves could be so charming. She said with a smile once they were out of earshot of the guard. She seemed to relax appreciably when it was just the two of them, as if they had been traveling together for years and not veritable strangers. She accepted his offer of a drink but could not hope to keep up with him in that arena. Besides she still had a long ride ahead of her and was too eager to ask questions than to drink steadily. She took his coin and returned with two tankards, well what passed for tankards among the little folk of the Shire, and placed one before him. She seemed to enjoy serving him though she lacked the simple cheery disposition of a true barmaid. Instead she questioned him about his travels, were their dangers about? Had he been attacked? Was there any hope? It was this last question that showed her true fear as her eyes glistened in the firelight. In a way she wanted to cling to him like a drowning woman a bit of cork, though he was much more solid. She answered his questions as well. We have stores enough for now, we took the crop in early this year. It was as much to keep everyone busy as anything else I think. But now there is little to do but worry. She was an insightful girl and seemed realistic about the situation. But we cannot stay like this forever, without the sun it will be the last crop and then what? She didn't expect him to answer, they all knew the need for the sun. We are an orderly people, but I fear even we have our limit. She sat and drank with him, bringing him more tankards than she could count before they bid their good nights. She promised he would see her again before he left the Shire. By the time Moira left the inn she was behind schedule and needed all of Tom's speed to get back to Whitfurrows to pick up the evening meal. When she arrived however she found she had been given a new task. The Thain wanted to see the young dwarf who had entered the Shire. She was given a letter to extend all courtesies to their guest and to offer an invitation to meet the Thain in Tuckborough at his earliest convenience. Moira was excited to be given the duty of being his guide during his time in the Shire, a much more interesting task than feeding hobbits six meals a day. Thromi was never far from her thoughts as she rode back to the inn. All her riding had her in an almost constant state of arousal. She, like most of her kin was rather reserved in normal circumstances, but these were no ordinary times. She began to fantasize about the dwarf. She had experienced so little in her short life and here was an opportunity that might never present itself again. As she rode up to the inn she handed Tom over to the stable boy. Brushing some of the dust and dirt of the road off of her she knew she needed a bath. Then it dawned on her, the dwarf probably needed one as well. A mischievous look crossed her face. The bath will be a PM scene cause I'm shy!