The Shire: The Green Dragon, April 24th, 3002
Rosie: Rosie dried off another glass as she watched her friends and family dance the night away. She smiled at another, and handing him a drink as the happy hobbit ran off to his friends. She scanned the room for those she knew best. Sam and the others usually came in at the same time, and though she'd never be so forward, she though the young gardener was quite handsome.
>tag:Sam, Frodo, Merry, Pippin<
Rivendell: Last Homely House, April 24th, 3002
Bilbo: Bilbo walked through the halls, terraces, and rooms of what he was now to call home. He had not gotten far from The Shire before his old age caught up with him. He had been quite lucky that Elrond had requested that he spend the rest of his days here, in Rivendell. Bilbo could not think of a better place to finish his book. The only thing missing was Frodo. He missed the young lad, quite dearly. That wasn't all he missed. He missed his treasured ring. Without it, he seemed to feel frail, and old. Then again, that's what he was. Getting winded, he found a nice place to sit in the shade, and look out at the spleandor that was Rivendell.
>tag:Elrond(none), TBC<
Lothlorien: Caras Galadhon, April 24th, 3002
Galadriel: Galadriel tightened her hand, so that it became a fist, and she could feel her ring, Nenya close against her skin. With a small smile, she felt the earth flow through her, the golden trees were singing to her. She took in a deep breath, letting the energy flow back in the earth. Her grandaughter, Arwen, had been living in her realm for many years now, and Galadriel hoped it was many years to come. She knew that something bothered her grandchild, and she knew what it was. Love. Arwen had become bethroded already, but never saw her love. Galadriel could almost feel her pain. Searching for her grandaughters fea (spirit), she found her and approached her. "My dear," she said, her voice clear like bird. "What is it that makes your heart grieve so?" she asked her, feeling her answer, but letting Arwen speak for herself.
>tag: Arwen, Narelle<
Roaming: April 24th, 3002
Gandalf: "We have lost the scent again..." Gandalf said, annoyance and frustration in his voice. "For such a gangling creature, Gollum is good at covering his tracks..."
Aragorn: Aragorn took in a deep breath as they slowed their pace, and their search, "Is there not other purposes that need your attention, Gandalf?" Aragorn asked, searching his friend's face.
Gandalf: "This is of upmost importance, can you take on from here alone?" he asked Aragorn, knowing he could trust the ranger...the king, with anything.
Aragorn: "I will be fine. It is the others that need your protection and presense that I fear for," Aragorn answered, true concern in his voice.
Gandalf: Gandalf nodded, respecting him for thinking of others so selflessly. "I will go with you until the next town, and head to Minas Tirith. There is much information in their libraries that I must seek out-" he told Aragorn, as they continued to walk.
>tag: None, TBC< The Shire: The Green Dragon, April 24th, 3002
Merry
He saw the barmaide, Rosie looking over here. He turned to Sam and said, "Eh Sam. I think someone likes you." He pointed toward where Rosie was standing. Sam punched Merry in the stomach. "Sorry. I think it's cute that our little Sam likes someone, eh?" Merry got up and gave his glass to Rosie. "Ello Ma'am." Merry said before returning to the table. "See Sam that's all you have to do, then you strike up a conversation." He nodded his head at Sam with a slight smile across his face.