Fine Ale and Whisky (Ori)

[fox]

It seemed that the day was coming to an end, as the light was slowly disappearing beyond the horizon. Bree was always full of life, weather it was during the day or in the wee hours of the dark. From trades people to the hobbits from the Shire, many men, dwarves and hobbits alike passed their way through these parts. Not all to be trusted of course, but that was every mans own judgement, or women's. Being situated in the Blue Bore for a couple years not, it didn't take long for the horse land woman to figure out to whom to speak to. Many folk stayed a night or two without a word, others were so boisterous that the Shire folk could hear their tales.

But tonight seemed much quieter then the rest. A fine festival had shown displays of fireworks and barrels of ale the pervious evening, so it seemed most folk were still recovering or enjoying the last night of the festivities. Sinead hoped from table to table cleaning up the empty pint glasses making the most noise in the place, but trying not to wake poor Farmer Jensen in the corner who had seemed to have dozed off a while ago. It was before long that there was nothing left to do. All stains had been tended too and all glasses wiped clean, minus the odd strangler that meandered their way in. It seemed most patins had found another place to fill their gobs on this evening. Popping her brown head of curls out the front door, she knew exactly where they were all at. Near the end of the road, where the laughs and lights pierced the night sky, was the Prancing Pony. It seemed like the night was going to remain at its slow pace.

With a damp rag in her right hand, Sinead carelessly wiped the spotless (or as spotless you can get for a pub) wooden bar repeatedly, seeing as there was not much else to do. She effortlessness made her way around the bar, carefully not to catch the rag on her bodice as she worked, which felt like hours on end. With a little ding of the bell above the door, her ears perked up. So their is life in this desolate place. One less for the Prancing Pony, not that they would ever real care."And what can i get for you sir? We have the finest ale of all of the Shire." Sinead said leaving her work to head back around to the bar, curious about the new patron.

ooc-sorry for the short start, just needed to get the ball rolling

[westernfiddler]

Ori was rarely seen without company. He preffered to have someone around to share a few laughs (and secretly, though he didn't suspect anythinh, he also needed someone to push him around to do things.) Even now you would think he was regretting his decision to enter the Prancing Pony alone. But apparently not. The master had let him in, to his amazement, without a single word of protest to his words. He also looked at him curiously: probably not only because he was a dwarf but because he looked very young for a dwarf.

He pushed back his distinctive grey hood when he entered the Prancing Pony, which was quieter than he thought it would be. Wasn't Bree a merry place? Ori had thought so when he had read of it, what little information there was of Bree back at the Archives at home. But he approached the bar, to the roars and laughter of the intidatingly tall men that were half-seated in the stools (they looked like they were about to fall off, from too much drink) and in the loudest, most confident tone he could manage, he asked for a pint.

[fox]

The pace began to pick up as she made her way closer to the new patron. Sinead raised her eye at the new person who arrived. He was not quiet what she expect for this hour or this place. Not that dwarfs weren't uncommon here, but one with so little of a beard was. A little smile creeped onto her face, as she leaned slightly over the bar to get a better view of the smaller man. Defiantly not as plump as other dwarves nor a this a beard. But his manners were rather nice change from the lack of some folk that usually came in. All noisy and most already drunk, a polite 'pint please' would be nice now and again.

"A pint master dwarf? Are you sure your in the right place?" She said with a raised brow. It was a bit of a joke, seeing as he looked far to young for a pint, but then again with dwarves one can never really tell. Not as ageless as elves, or so she assumed, but some say that they could live up to 250 years. Not that many men know that for a fake, seeing as most don't live past there 70`s. What wonders of the world one could see with so much on ones hands. The places Sinead would journey would be endless, as was the beauty of Middle-Earth. But as of right now, she was stuck in a bar in Bree with no sight of an sort of adventure.

[westernfiddler]

Ori ignored the laughter around him at his request. Probably they thought him a hobbit, he thought despondently. Once a dwarf had called him that, and Ori had lived to regret trying to take his revenge through a very quick and ruthless fight. Even though Nori, who was incidentally home by the time, had applauded him for the black eye, Dori had been very repproaching and motherly about, which had of course made him protest all over again. He was a dwarf, and he had at least some beard! He had once cast it at Kíli, which had amused his brother but not Kíli himself, and another lost duel began.

"Yes, I am," said Ori, trying to appear offended by the question (when he wasn't even remotely affected by the barmaid's words. He took the stool next to the barmaid, which happened to be empty. Men laughed at the effort it took, but he didn't care. "Why should you be surprised?" The men around him began questioning him teasingly, but Ori did not even pay attention to their slurs. He then looked around, hoping Dori wasn't there, and looked at the maid expectantly for his ale.

[fox]

The bar seemed to be getting tad bit busier Sinead kept her eyes on the dwarf. Other staff members attempted to the other rude mens needs. For once she would actually have a conversation with one of the patrons. He looked almost like a scrub to her, one of the old men who walked around caring nothing more for the world but the books they wrote. She was sure they were probably very good book, but who would rather write about places one has never seen,instead of going there and enjoying it.

"Very well then Master Dwarf I will get you that pint."Sinead added with a wink,before sending a short glare at the men who sat next to the dwarf, not wanted any trouble to be cause on this evening. She slipped behind the bar quickly to retrieve the ale for the younger lad who's thrust needed to be quenched, otherwise she wasn't doing a very good job as a barmaid. A barmaid was what she had been reduced to since leaving Rohan, no man wanting any fine weapons or good made by a woman. So whatever chance she got to get into the shop,most things were made for herself, like the iron rings on her fingers and other trinkets. But a job was a job, when a chance was given, Sinead would ride to the edges of the earth just to seem them herself. "You just seem young for a dwarf. I mean no offence."Sinead said before placing the well deserving ale in front of the lad."That`ll be a pound Master Dwarf."

[westernfiddler]

Ori took his time at taking that pound out of his pocket, rummaging for quite a bit before finsing it. He also mumbled, grateful for the lack of eye contact, "Oh, none taken. I am not as young I look. Thank you very much," in the most polite tone he had, which was a lot. The men began pestering him a bit on what was he doing away from the mountains, although more quietly than before. Ori gratefully realized the barmaid was the one who had silenced them so effectively.

He took out the money and offered it to the woman, nodding his head courteously to her, and then turned to his drink. A few of the men teased his about how potent the drink was, but he shrugged it off easily. "What business would a Dwarf have in Bree?" a man asked quite merrily, not at all insulting. "Family matters," he answered steadily, which was true after all. He just hoped that only part of it was there and not...Dori.

[puckrox]

As the day came to a close, the last rays of the sun's dying light began to sink behind the mountains of the far west, creating a beautiful dusk streaked across the sky, and Dori could not care less. He stalked through the streets of Bree, eyes darting from one face to the next. He let out a huff. He could not find hide nor hair of his youngest brother, and it was beginning to drive him absolutely mad.

The two of them had arrived in Bree only an hour or so ago, and already he had lost track of Ori. They had been traveling for quite some time, and upon reaching Bree Dori thanked the stars for the chance to have a warm bed to sleep in for the night. Ori was doing research on particular towns for a text he was in the midst of writing, and Dori had agreed to let him visit these towns on the condition that he came along as a chaperon. Ori had reluctantly agreed, knowing there was no other way to convince his elder brother of letting him go. Dori knew full well that he could be a tad overbearing at times on his younger brother, but he did it out of love. Well, love and concern.

Concern was an understatement at this moment, however. No, he was not concerned; he was flat out worried. Dori had gone to take their ponies to a local stable, telling Ori to stay put until he returned. Of course, when Dori came back, Ori was nowhere in sight. Dori wished this was a rare occurrence, but Ori had a knack for wandering off, especially in new places. Dori muttered under his breath as he turned a street corner, still in search of his younger sibling. For a moment he thought he spotted Ori, only to realize it was another dwarf who, in retrospect, looked nothing like this brother. Soon it felt as if Dori had done laps around Bree - probably because he had - and had looked in every nook and cranny for Ori. Dori's mind flooded with horrid images. What if someone had picked a fight with his brother? Someone bigger? Someone that Ori couldn't defend himself against? Dori felt his heart begin to pound as dreadful scenarios filled his mind, all of which did not end well for Ori, and he picked up his pace.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Dori's eyes landed on a building tucked away at the end of the road that he had not noticed before. The sign swinging above the door read "The Prancing Pony". Dori's eyes widened, suddenly having a sneaking suspicion where his brother had gone off to. Without hesitation, he headed down the way to the pub, and swung the door open.

His eyes flew about the room, taking in every bar maid and drunk patron in the room, until...

"There you are!" Dori snapped loudly, ignoring all the gazes his proclimation attracted. He marched over to Ori, hands on his hips. "Do you know how worried I've been? I thought the worst could've happened to you!"

((*** ooc :: just a reminder, the posting order is SINEAD > ORI > DORI ***))

[fox]

Sinead couldn't help but rest her head in her hand that was being proper up by her elbow on the bar. She gladly accepted his money,once her found it and handed it over to her. Sinead quickly tucked under the counter and into the till. Deep down she didn't wanted to move, she had her heard that dwarves tell the most interesting of tales. And that was what she was looking for from the dwarf, a stories of lands distant from hers, or of the large halls in which he lived in in the mountains, Anything really,she wash`t that picky. "Figured as much, you dwarves are hard folk to read."Which was true, who knew exactly how old any of the stone craftsmen were. She spoke sincerely, being most appreative of his kind tone.

Family Matters? Now the Rohan girl was interested. What matters could a dwarf have out hear? It was after all a barmaids job to get to know all valued patrons in this fine establishment. But all thoughts were interrupted as a rather load, in comparison to the dwarf in front of her, dwarf entered the bar.And this got most peoples attention, minus the old man sleeping in the back corner. "Not in here mate. No trouble in here Master Dwarf. Well most nights anyway." Sinead explained, directing her comments to the new and very loud guest.

It wanst until the second dwarf entered the bar,that the angry conversation near the door started to escaped, getting closer and closer to the spot of the two dwarves.