Post by Gandalf the Grey on Jan 17, 2013 11:09:18 GMT -5
It was a cool evening. A full moon was in the sky as a hooded man strode up to the Inn. He stopped by the door and looked to his left and right for a moment and then stepped forward. In his hand he held a wooden staff made from the wood of a tree that is no longer found in the realm of middle earth. In a few moments, after what seemed as only a mere scratch upon the door his free left hand grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open and stepped inside. He ducked underneath the doorframe just a little as he entered.
The inn was quiet. The candles upon the tables in the center of a large room were the only lights available, other than the moonlight that was shining through the hexagonal windows that were placed around the Inn main room. He took a breath and strode towards the tables and in a flash had four of them pushed together to make one long table. He pushed a few benches together next to the table for seats and then turned and looked at his work. It would do, it would do for now. The only problem was the food. For the company that was on its way, a merry gathering as it was certain to be, or at least start as, food was going to be mandatory. He looked around and in a moment he had spied the pantry. He strode over to his. His steps were quick and rather silent. He opened the door and there inside was enough food to feed a small army. Good, that is almost what he was expecting.
A soft breeze blew through one of the open windows next to the pantry and a few hairs from his gray beard escaped from underneath his hood and cloak. Yes, if you hadn’t guessed it by now, this, this was Gandalf! He was in a Dwarf Inn here in the Blue Mountains. It was now the home for most of the dwarfs after the devastation of their home land so many years ago. Gandalf knew the story all too well. It may have been centuries ago, but for many, especially some of the people that would be attending this gathering, it would have only felt like yesterday. He was of course referring to Dwarfs. That is in fact what country and what sort of Inn he was in. It had to be dwarfs obviously.
The mark he had placed on the door was a Dwarf ruin that told the dwarfs this is where the meeting was. He knew at least a handful of the names of the dwarfs that would be coming to this function, yet, he did not know if all might attend. The mission that he was going to be discussing was one that most dwarfs of their culture did not agree with. However, this topic and the presence of a certain dark creature in the mountain of Erebor had forever been on his mind. He knew that this should have to be dealt with, and if it was not, well then, there could be terrible consequences to deal with. Gandalf had spent many nights thinking about this and he knew that this now must be done. The time was rapidly approaching and the sighs were falling the way that he needed them too. Yes..Now was the time. Now…All he needed to do now was wait and see who arrived.
The inn was quiet. The candles upon the tables in the center of a large room were the only lights available, other than the moonlight that was shining through the hexagonal windows that were placed around the Inn main room. He took a breath and strode towards the tables and in a flash had four of them pushed together to make one long table. He pushed a few benches together next to the table for seats and then turned and looked at his work. It would do, it would do for now. The only problem was the food. For the company that was on its way, a merry gathering as it was certain to be, or at least start as, food was going to be mandatory. He looked around and in a moment he had spied the pantry. He strode over to his. His steps were quick and rather silent. He opened the door and there inside was enough food to feed a small army. Good, that is almost what he was expecting.
A soft breeze blew through one of the open windows next to the pantry and a few hairs from his gray beard escaped from underneath his hood and cloak. Yes, if you hadn’t guessed it by now, this, this was Gandalf! He was in a Dwarf Inn here in the Blue Mountains. It was now the home for most of the dwarfs after the devastation of their home land so many years ago. Gandalf knew the story all too well. It may have been centuries ago, but for many, especially some of the people that would be attending this gathering, it would have only felt like yesterday. He was of course referring to Dwarfs. That is in fact what country and what sort of Inn he was in. It had to be dwarfs obviously.
The mark he had placed on the door was a Dwarf ruin that told the dwarfs this is where the meeting was. He knew at least a handful of the names of the dwarfs that would be coming to this function, yet, he did not know if all might attend. The mission that he was going to be discussing was one that most dwarfs of their culture did not agree with. However, this topic and the presence of a certain dark creature in the mountain of Erebor had forever been on his mind. He knew that this should have to be dealt with, and if it was not, well then, there could be terrible consequences to deal with. Gandalf had spent many nights thinking about this and he knew that this now must be done. The time was rapidly approaching and the sighs were falling the way that he needed them too. Yes..Now was the time. Now…All he needed to do now was wait and see who arrived.