"fellowhip of friends"

[falathar]

The prancing pony was warm that night, i sat with my pipe in the corner, it's bowl roughly the size of a gold coin was glowing red-hot with it's sweet-leaf that i had acquired through a hobbit farmer. I blew a little smoke ring out of my mouth, tasting the scent of the air as the smoke released from my mouth. it was bitterly cold compared to my hobby, but refreshing at the same time. i took another mouthful of smoke into my mouth, savouring the smell through my tastebuds. the fire was warm upon my back as i leaned on my chair's two back legs. I am Falathar, my namesake was one of the three mariners for earendil and was a very brave man i heard. I, personally, have never seen the ocean, nor do i intend to. it is too deep and mysterious for me. that makes it all the more attractive to some people though. ah, i have forgotten myself, i am an elf. I hail from Lorien, the golden forest, under galadriel. it is the most spectacular sight that i have set my eyes upon, but as some elves i have also acquired a "wanderlust". call it a flaw but i love to wander wherever life takes me. i usually am dressed as i am now, in a plain brown tunic oof elvish make, so as not to arouse suspicion. i am from a wealthy family, but i try not to think of that too often. it is a sad subject so i would like for it to remain your and my little secret. i am also wearing some blue pants and my own boots that come up to my knees. I love my boots, for they were a gift to me from my deceased father, again please keep this a secret. they come up to my knees in a royal blue and so far, are extremely hard to wear through and get dirty, no matter where i go. for this reason, they usually stay on my feet. my cloak, however is one of galadriel's and my people. and so is the brooch that i wear. i stand about six foot tall and have silver hair, and i am told when i am too merry, i start to sing and dance and laugh quite gaily. i prefer company but alone time is just as important as crowd time. why i am traversing the world i think is to prove my worth and find love. that is it, me all summed up in my explanation, sitting here with my thumb in my ear and a pip in my mouth, by the fire. the rest of the seats, i realized were upon for just about anybody to plop down upon, so that i may mayhap travel with them and share some adventures.

[arienv]

Ulgar threw back the hood of his cloak as he opened the door of "The Prancing Pony" and let the warmth envelop his soaked and travelstained clothes. They might have been a good quality once and the red of the cloak was hard to distinguish in the smoky light of the tavern, but sharp eyes would recognize it.

The boots Ulgar wore were of southern make, even though now they showed bad wear and the soles had worn thin. He would have to buy new ones as soon as possible and hoped they had a decent pair somewhere for a price he could pay. Ulgar didnt have many coins with him , but he could offer the work of his hands and some minor crafting skills.

Apart from the scarceness of coins in his pocket , the middle aged man with olive skin and black hair was not too sure they would be accepted in these parts. As himself . they came from the far south, and the road had been a long and lonely one, during which he had learned to defend himself. A crude sword that showed underneath his cloke bore witness to that , as it was well oiled in a leather scabbard, the only luxury Ulgar had allowed himself.

Sometimes he cursed himself , that he had listened to the greybearded stranger with the smooth tongue and voice. But he had offered him land, riches and other rewards if he delivered information to the Greybeard. Ulgar didnt know the name of his employer , but he had been given the name of a man to contact, who would see to it that the information reached his employer.

But for now , all Ulgar cared for was rest , a meal and maybe a drink or two.

[falathar]

(ooc: ah! i have a reply!)
I set down the four legs of my chair. Gandalf had promised a band of men by now. I looked around hopefully, looking around for outsiders, and i found one by the door. a strange looking fellow i thought, i hoped that his expertise would be of use to me and my adventure.
"Hail! are you for the party of Falathar?" I shouted to him, for he looked lost by the door of the inn.