The Horse and Rider - Inn

[Thorin Firehelm]

The Horse and Rider

Walking through the grass lands of the Riddermark, you come to a thatched, stone building with windows all aglow with lights. The murmurings of much merriment can be heard from inside the busy interior. Reaching out for the two brass handles attached to the carved wooden door, you pull them aside and the sights and smells of Rohan’s newest inn meet your eyes and nostrils. Circular wooden tables with stools, long benches with seats all along one side filled the room. The clank of tankard upon wood, the mixture of voices all swapping stories and the smells of freshly brewed all jump out at you immediately. As you walk through the crowded room, you see several people you already know who wave their tankards in the air in greeting. Nodding, you reach the bar which is all ready three deep in revellers. Waiting to be served, you observe a signs carved in mahogany above the bar.


Welcome to the Horse and Rider, Rohan’s Newest Inn.

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[Fairy Nuff]

Aelflaed Goldhawk paused a moment in the doorway and appraised the situation. She had lost a wafer the last time she went out to an Inn, and having not yet settled her dues she did not want to linger if it would cause trouble, and she certainly did not have enough to settle it now.

Satisfied that she would not have any unwanted company she skirted round the bar and made her way to a bench and table at the back, where she could watch everything without being in full view herself, just in case anyone should arrive later.

She placed her helmet down on the table, and swept her long, dark brown cloak from her shoulders, roughly folding it to make a cushion for the hard wooden bench. Then, deciding that her things are safe enough there, Aelflaed pushed past full tables to the bar.

"Barkeep, I'll take an ale today please" she shouted above the din, proffering both coin and her own personal empty tankard, hoping her order could be heard.

[Thorin Firehelm]

As the night air rippled through his bushy yet strangely tame beard, Thorin approached the neatly carved doorway clearly concealing some hidden treasures. Gripping the brass handle with a gloved hand, he opened the door and strode him. Before proceeding to the bar, he surveyed the scene. Many smells filled his nostrils and they clearly had a good drop of ale on tap. He had journeyed far and, though he was still many miles from his home in Khazaddum, he was looking forward to resting here for the night. The hospitality of the men of the Mark was known to him.

Wading through the sea of bodies and furnishings to the bar, Thorin became aware of a lady stood at the bar with a tankard and coin in hand. "Barkeep, I'll take an ale today please" she said, her clear voice rising above the din.

"Make that two good sir!" Thorin bellowed, indicating he would need a glass.

Turning smartly to the lady, he offered his hand. "Thorin Firehelm, dwarf of Khazaddum at your service" he said, bowing low as was his custom when meeting new company.

[Shivased]

Shivased dismounted outside the Inn and tied her grey horse, Storm, to the hitching post outside. Just a quick drink, I won't be long.she told the horse, patting his neck. It's been a long ride and I know you're tired. You probably want to get home to your stall just as much as I want to get home to my bed.

Heading inside she pushed the heavy wooden door open, stepping in and closing it behind her quickly, before the slight chill of the spring air followed her into the warmth of the pub. She paused there, glancing around to see if there were any familiar faces. What looked to be a woman in the corner, and a dwarf at the bar were the only other occupants. She wasn't familiar with either, so shed her travelling cloak and, hanging it on the pegs by the door, headed to the bar.

Ale please, she said to the barkeep, pulling a coin from her pocket and setting it on the bartop. Once the drink was handed to her she moved to a table by the fireplace where she could take advantage of the warmth. It was spring, but the air was still chilly and held the dampness of rain, and a warm fire felt good after travelling for so long. As she sat down, she considered whether to spend the night at the Inn or continue on to her estate. It was still several hours' ride and she wasn't sure if she wanted to do it, or push Storm any further.

She took a sip of her ale and sighed with pleasure. Good, strong Rohirric ale was something she had missed. She snorted to herself. She had been away far too long if she missed ale that much. At that thought she sighed and looked down into her ale. She had indeed been away a long time, and it felt good being home, but she was nervous. How much had she missed? How much had changed? Questions kept swirling round in her head and she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answers.

[Eldrith]

*She still tended the Braganill estate far out. Self sufficient. And rarely seen. The mule she rode a different one than the animal put to pasture and tended to with love and clover. It was rare indeed for her to travel into town, and the last time had been months ago, before the snows.
There was a small pause before she entered the door. So many memories. The Aeldsel Inn had been so long under her own management. Good memories. Mostly. There were some terrifying ones. Attacks. Rats. And some wonderful ones, proposals or the long conversations she'd had with Ea and others.

She took another breath. Some secrets were buried so long ago, no one would care anymore. She had lived in Rohan for well over a decade. No rules broken, no trouble ever to come to her except well the normal trouble that followed with a pub and a farm. The once large and proud estate reduced now to her own kitchen garden, a small herd of goats and chickens and the house that she maintained as best as she could.

One.. more.. breath.. and then she carefully opened the door to the pub, newly built, to see who was inside.

[Fairy Nuff]

Aelflaed was unaware of the ripple of movement through the crowd as another made his way toward the bar, so was fairly surprised to hear a deep voice booming from next to her elbow. The barkeep took her tankard to fill and she turned, looking around, and then down, to make eye contact with a dwarf. Trying not to look to surprised to see a dwarf in the heart of rider country, Aelflaed gave her best friendly smile, shook his hand and listened as he introduced himself as Thorin Firehelm. However, she could not hide her surprise any longer when he bowed.

"Westu hal Master dwarf, my name is Aelflaed Goldhawk" she said, fighting to make herself heard over the din. Her tankard was returned to her, full, along with the dwarf's drink, and she indicated to him that they should move away from the bar to somewhere quieter. "I have a table over there at the back, will you join me? It is rare indeed that a rider keeps company with a dwarf, and I am intrigued as to what direction conversation will take when well oiled with ale" she said, hefting her tankard. "To be completely honest, it's rare for me to keep any company at all these days." she said with only a hint of sadness.

[Thorin Firehelm]

"Westu hal," the rider said, holding her tankard steadily. Thorin was surprised to note an unquestionably friendly tone to her voice. It was rare indeed that a rider was immediately so friendly to a dwarf. Thorin had, never exactly disliked riders of the Mark, but he had always treated them with a wariness because they had done so to him.

Taking his own, very full tankard, Thorin smiled as Aelflaed asked him to join her at a quieter table at the back. "It is rare indeed for a dwarf to keep company with a rider," Thorin replied, being careful to keep his tone friendly. "We dwarves are, by nature, solitary folk. We mind our own affairs in the mountains and it is not common for us to be found this far out. However," he paused momentarily as feelings of home sickness threatened to engulf him "sometimes the hand of fate carries us far away on journey's long and arduous." He noticed a hint of sadness in his companions face "Tell me, what do you mean when you say its rare for you to keep any company at all? I had always though riders thrived on social gatherings and good cheer." He quickly grabbed his tankard as a passing rider nearly knocked it over "Excuse me, watch out there". He turned back to Aelflaed. "Pardon me do carry on" he said warmly.

[Eldrith]

*It took a few moments to have her eyes accustomed to the light inside, and the different set up of the inn compared to the Aeldsel. She stood in that doorway almost forlorn, her eyes going over the patrons, and seeing of anyone in there was.. familiar in a way. The brown cloak she wore was simple, the hood pulled up, the dark brown hair braided and not visible, but the pale face was there, and the dark brown eyes looked over everything and everyone: a dwarf.. Thorin Firehelm, a rider though she did not immediately recognized her, but she seemed... weary for some reason. Vigilant. It was a manner Eldrith recognized too well Aelflaed Goldhawk.

And then... for a moment it seemed as if breath itself had stopped. Because there was a figure she DID recognize. (Shivased) She'd been gone for so long, stuck to the estate long after the Aeldsel had passed into other hands and then was thorn down. It's strange how long suspicion can remain. How much it can become a habit. But there now in front of her, for the first in several years in which her contact with the outside world was limited, she saw a familiar face. And somehow she could not get herself unstuck from the treshold.

[Gwai]

Having a strong drink in the company of old friends as well as new was at the top of Gwai's list of things she had missed about being at home. She briefly debated about doing something more productive, such as stopping at Se Riddermarket and restocking up on supplies, or going home to see how much dust could accumulate in more years than she cared to think about it. The bright lights and sound of laughter inside a nearby pub that seemed new since the last time she had been in town, although it had been quite a while, but seemed a likely spot to stop. Dismounting, she led Brightfyr toward a trough next to the hitching post before telling him she would be back before too long, and to try to stay out of trouble.

Like most pubs, there seemed to be an eclectic group inside, the pub already beginning to bustle. It looked like a friendly group, and she was sure she would find some good conversation over a pint or two. She headed directly toward the bar, gesturing to the barkeep for a glass of the home brewed. A familiar face next to her at the bar brought memories flooding back. "Shiva!" Gwai exclaimed. "Is that you? How have you been? It's been an age since I've seen you! What have you been doing?"

[Eléowyn]

Eléowyn was no stranger to solitude and had in some ways cherished the last long days she had been on her own (how many? she had lost count). But she missed her husband terribly and worried about what had kept him away so long. She had been staying at her farmstead in the Westfold but had decided to venture into Edoras. Perhaps someone there would have word of him.

The old Aeldsel seemed to have disappeared into the annals of history, but she spotted a sign that looked promising for good ale and perhaps even better company--The Horse and Rider. Edoras had seemed almost deserted last time she had been there, but there were a number of horses in the street, which seemed to bode well for the occupancy of the inn in front of her. Hoping she would find at least one or two faces she recognized, she opened the door and entered, and gave her eyes a moment to adjust.

There were a number of patrons inside, some looking as if they had come from afar. But to her delight, she spotted familiar faces as well. "Shivased, Eldrith, Gwai," she cried, a bit too loudly perhaps in her excitement. "Well met! Might I join you?"

[Amadhrill]

Amadhrill felt the chilly spring wind in her face as she rounded the corner near the Inn. Finally, a night away from home, what should she do?! How long had it been since she was a young hælend in the cavalry and owner of the old inn. It felt like a life time had passed since then, most of her friends from those days had gradually vanished from her life as her life had turned to tending the farm at the outskirts of the village, raising kids, and doing her best to keep her family fed and clothed. Or maybe it was the other way round, she had vanished from them?

Was it the air? A wind that blew the sudden urge for an evening walk into her mind? Whatever it was it had drawn her to the new Inn. She smiled as she beheld the building. Memories of old pubs, friends, battles, stories, the strange traditional food that had been served... Maybe it was the old pubmistress that had returned in her, the horses and the mule outside made her think it might be a strange group of patrons inside. She smiled, slightly nervous, so seldom did so go anywhere on her own, and she hadnt visited a new inn for decades. Yet as she opened the door she relaxed, confident that it would turn into a lovely evening. She would be content with just having an ale and watching the patrons go about their ways.

She quickly removed her hood as she entered, uncovering hair more golden then red now. Bright green eyes scanned the room for a free table, maybe a friendly face, dared she hope for any familiar ones? And there they were! Friends from old days, would they recognize her despite the changes in apperance caused by days passed? Well, one would, she knew Eldrith would remember, or anyways invite her into the circle of friends. The ale that had tempted was now forgotten as she tried not to run from excitement towards the group. She smiled to hear Eleowyn greet Eldrith, Shivased and Gwai, only now recognizing Eleo and feeling the old awe of respect for her. "Westu hal! Eldrith, I have not seen you for ages, may I join as well?"

[Eurie]

After a long day of travelling Euridice entered the inn. She was tired and sick of this sting she felt in her leg. Jumping off those rocks wasn't a great idea afterall. The smell of beer, company hit her nose when she looked up. It took a moment but then her eyes finally adjusted to the darker setting inside. She saw few people at the bar and others at the tables. Some chatting and even some loud noises of happiness filled her ears which gave her a smile. Where to go? At the tables, taking in the scenery and the people? Or at the bar and take a more straight forward approach? Well as long she could sit it would be fine. Her old body couldn't take much more after the foolishness from before.
She saw an empty spot at the bar and decided that was the place. When she sat down she catched the bartender's eye and asked for a tall glass of the finest ale. The first sip made her smile even more. Yes, this was good.

[Shivased]

Shivased was staring into the fire from her spot near the end of the bar, but she heard the door open and close twice. She didn't bother looking up, as she didn't expect anyone she knew to walk in. It wasn't until someone called her name that she looked up, and her eyes widened in surprised delight. Gwai! she cried happily, setting her drink down and springing up to hug her old friend. Sitting back down and picking up her ale again while signalling the barkeep for another, she hastened to answer the other woman's questions. I've been good. I have been in Gondor for the last while, tending to my mother's affairs after her passing. It has been a very busy time. But it is good to be home in the Mark. How have you been?

The door opened again and she looked up to see a very familiar figure walk in and stop near the door. Seeing Eldrith's hesitance she raised a hand and called to her. Eldrith, frœnd min! Come join us by the fire! She hadn't seen the other woman for a very long time in the Mark, and knew she spent most of her time living quietly while tending an old estate quite a ride away.

It seemed more were arriving, and Shivased grinned at Ama and Eleowyn when they too came through the door and joined her place by the fire. She wasn't sure if Ama recognized her, but she was definitely familiar with the woman from days spent at the pub. Wesðu hal! she greeted them. It has been a long time, how are all of you faring?

[Fairy Nuff]

Aelflaed almost paused to remark that she was surprised that the dwarf was agreeing to accompany her, a complete stranger - perhaps, she thought, this dwarf is confident that he can overpower me if needed, or maybe he has plans which involve me, or perhaps he doesn't see any danger here, unlike me. She shook her head slightly to get rid of the dark thoughts - why see conspiracy in everything, why doubt friendship when it was offered freely? Not everyone you meet is out to get you, just because you've been hurt before...

She concentrated on the present, and gave a sad smile in answer to Thorin's question. "Well, I have a habit of making enemies instead of friends, shall we say. I always assume the worst and I make bad decisions based on that. So people call me bad luck, or a bad influence and suddenly I'm not invited to gatherings anymore. I tend to come to the pub for a drink and sit alone, soaking up the conversation and interactions around me. And" she paused for emphasis and gave a grin to show she knew the irony "I have a habit of listening too closely to strangers in pubs, which has often gotten me into trouble. You don't intend to cause me any trouble do you Master Dwarf?" she asked, and as they had reached the table with her belongs, she took a seat on her folded cloak and invited Thorin to sit across from her. She looked at the dwarf's face for a moment, careful not to stare, and saw very human emotions - sadness (she wondered what caused that), pride (in his mission?), and the warmth of interaction. It surprised her, as she never really thought as dwarves and men having so much in common, maybe they weren't so different after all. She took a deep draught from her tankard - good strong Rohirrim ale, perfect.

[Gwai]

It was such a nice change to see old friends after wandering on her own for so long. Hoping her social skills hadn't completely disappeared, Gwai returned Shivased's hug. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother," Gwai said regretfully as they sat down and began to catch up. "I didn't realize she was from Gondor! But I agree, it's definitely good to be home. I've been travelling, have a lot of stories, made a lot of friends and a few closer brushes with death than I'd like to remember, but even though it's a cliche, it's true there really is no place like home. How is coming home for you? Do you still have the shop in the Riddermarket?" she ended with a rush, as some more familiar faces came through the door.

It took a minute for Gwai to find the words to reply to Eléo. Gwai had retired from the cavalry some time ago, but the instinct to jump to attention still ran strong. "Westu hal, Eléo!" she said with a warm smile, as she settled for stretching her hand out. "It's so good to see you! I thought you were living in the Westfold?" she queried, as their circle began to grow, as not far behind her was Ama, as well as Eldrith. Old friends as well as new friends were going to make for the best evening she could remember in quite a while, as she flagged down the bartender to order another round.

[Eléowyn]

Eléowyn was at first confused by the slight straightening of shoulders she noticed in Amadhrill and Gwai until she realized they were recalling days of old. And far away those days seemed. But she smiled warmly as she pulled up a chair to join the small group.

She immediately sensed that perhaps she arrived when conversation of some gravity was taking place. "My friends, how glad I am to see each of you. Is all well? I venture to guess that the road here has been a long one for each of us, and each most likely has a story to tell. Who would like to begin?"

Though she was genuinely happy to see old friends, Eléo hoped to draw attention away from herself. Her story was less than heroic, and she felt no urgency to share how she had spent so many months hidden away on her farm, doing nothing useful other than tending her crops and livestock. And even there, there was little to do, as she had let most of the fields go to fallow, or horse fodder, for her one horse, Daesul. Even he required little these days, as he was now old and ridden rarely.

Her eyes wandered about the inn as she finished speaking, toward the bar, where she noticed a woman (Euridice) sitting alone. "Should we invite the stranger to join us," she asked her companions.

[Hasufel]

Hasufel was still unsure if stopping by her old home was the right decision. It had been years since she'd last been in Rohan, and she had changed so much in the interim. When she had last departed from her friends and family, she'd been a proud warrior--but somehow in the meantime she'd turned into something of a scholar. Would anyone she knew even recognize her anymore? "I really don't have time to be stopping by a pub," she chided herself as she dismounted her horse, Garsecg, in front of the Horse and Rider. The books weighing down her saddlebags, waiting to be read and annotated, seemed to silently amplify that reprimand. But it had been a long day, and she decided she'd earned a break. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed open the pub door.

A blast of chatter, warmth, and light engulfed her as she stepped inside. Blinking, she looked around at the inn's occupants. With a jolt of surprise and delight, she recognized a cluster of Riders gathered near the fire. She approached them quickly, weaving her way through the crowd of patrons, until she was in earshot.

"Shiva!" she cried out, "Gwai, Ama, Eleo, Eldrith!" Hesitating for a moment, she added, "I don't know how well you remember me...it's been many years since I was last in Rohan. But it is good to see you all! It has been far too long."

[Lealnemarr]

The dappled grey gelding snorted and his rider pulled him to a stop outside the Tavern. A low murmur in an unfamiliar language followed by a pat on the gelding's neck
as his rider dismounted. His bright eyes and ears pricked a the sounds within the Tavern-- he was in unfamiliar lands, but his companion was certainly not. The rider's hood was lowered and she shook out a long plait of deep auburn hair. The ride lead the horse to the stables, unsaddled him, ensured he had water, food and good curry before she would tend to her own needs. With another pat to his dappled neck, she headed towards the much needed rest and warmth of the Tavern hall.

The wooden doors were pushed open and the burst of sounds and smells almost brought tears to her eyes. It has been so long since she had been in these Halls. So long, since she sought the companionship of the two-legged variety. The weather worn cloak was removed and hung over her arm, and smartly covered the short Elvish sword sheathed at her side, along with the satchel she carried with other small necessities. Though she was clad in homemade tall leather boots, dark brown breeches and a long green and gold tunic that held old familiarity with Rohan's customs, this new Tavern-goer was obviously an elf. Her bright emerald eyes were wise-looking and welcoming but she was old and familiar to those who remembered her.

Taking a small seat near the bar, she paid for a small cup of wine and a small plate of dried fruits and nuts and watched a friendly group of companions chatting nearby with slight smile on her face

[Amadhrill]

Amadhrills smile widened as she realized that old friends recognized her. She took her seat among the other. She offered her hand in a warm greeting to Shiva «I am well, Shiva, my old friend. I have escaped the most terifying part of my life these days... getting the little ones to sleep.» She laughed merrily, raising the tankard of ale that was served her and fully enjoying the first sip.

«Indeed it has been a long road since last I met you all, but my stories are not much these days. When I retired from the cavalry and the Ældsel, I have married and have three children, two boys and a girl. We live not far from here, but my days are mostly spent tending to farm and family...» Ama smiled, she was content with her life and did not long for the days of cavalry battles, hælend duties, and pub mistress work. However, the nearness of old friends and comrades-in-arms gave her a deep joy, it was as if she had stepped back into her life as it had been when she was a young hælend. She noted the confusion on Eléo's face followed by a warm smile, and Ama offered her hand to Eléo «Are you still in the cavalry?» She searched for the insignia, but couldn't see one. But then again, they would not always carry the insignia back then either.

Her mind had taken its time to place the people around her, most of them she knew from the cavalry, but that those days had been filled with cavarly, the cavalry pub, the Ældsel, and so much more that it was hard to remember where they all placed in that time. She offered her hand to Gwai to. «It has been a long time, and I am surprised to meet so many old friends when I haven't met many from my cavalry and pub days in years. What brings you here tonight?»

Amas eyes followed those of Eleo towards the woman (Euridice) sitting alone, and she nodded. It had always been the tradition of the pubs she had fequented in her younger days to invite in others to the conversation. Ama stood up, about to walk over to Euridice, when Hasufel cried out her name. She turned, laughing at the strange coincidence. «Hasu! Of course I remember you. I am surprised you guys remember me, when I feel like I have been gone forever.» She offered her hand in greeting to Hasu too, as an elf( Leal ) clad in Rohirrim atire took her seat near the bar. It had been years since last she had seen an elf and a dwarf in Rohan, yet here they were.

[Eldrith]

*She was still standing just one step in front of the door when a rider entered and bustled past her, without any of the hesitation that Eldrith showed. The name on her lips though proclaimed her friend. And when she looked up.. she recognized those features. Gwai. And indeed.. as she'd seen Shivased. The door opened once more and this time.. she had the good sense to get out of the way. At least for a moment until she recognized this face as well. And for the first time she spoke. The name was breath more than an exclamation: Eleowyn. Familiar faces. Friendly faces. Solitude can creep up and embrace you to the point where it seems to be the only thing possible. Outside is scary. And people.. people would look and whisper. But no.. now she'd set the step in, memories swept up within her, of joys, of camaraderie. And her own name sounded from Eleo's lips, together with others. She was NOT alone. Another step.. towards the trio and this time she would speak except she was interrupted once more in her slow progress further inward.
Oh but no words, no sight could be more welcome. Surely there were no tears in her eyes when she finally said: "Westu Amadhrill, hal." You are so welcome my friend. How blessed we are indeed to have chosen this night!* *She might still have lingered there, clustering with just Ama, if Shivased had not called out. And with laughter now, as if a spell was broken, she moved forward to join the others by the fire.* Shivased! No knives in the tables, remember? *An old joke, and one that put her at ease, enough to bring the hood down and look over everything.* And Gwai! It is good to see you. *Perhaps she did not straighten her shoulders. She had never been cavalry. Cavalry meant leaving the mark, something she never did. In fact, she'd not left the Braganill estate for ages.

And then... she was there, amidst the others, and easing more. Her eyes looking over the pub as if to see flaws and what could be improved, just like long ago she'd taken over a food stand at the festival and somehow, some way had found herself embraced by people who'd not known her.
Hearing Eleo's words, she smiled. Days of old might be long past, but leadership did not go away. She'd seen who was sitting alone, and had taken the initiative to suggest what she would no longer order. *She gave a nod, then listened to Ama's and quickly added "Not much has changed for me. I tend to the Braganill estate, as much as I can. I don't.. travel."

*The moment of hesitation halted when another familiar face came in.. Hasufel. *Laughter erupted from her lips like water clattering over a brook* Come and join us! It's not the Aeldsel but the ale is good.. and the company better. It seems all of us were given the same thought at the same time. I would almost think it a sign that an adventure awaits or a plot needs foiling...
*Seeing the dwarf and rider in deep conversation, she dared not disturb, but she did move away from the knot of people by the fire for a moment and walked towards Euridice. "My name is Eldrith. I used to be pubmistress here and it always bothered me to see people drink alone or sit alone. I will leave you to your solitude if you prefer, but if not.. there are people I would like you to meet who have great stories of old..
She noticed another person coming and taking a seat (Lealnemarr) and was tempted to invite her in as well. The face.. seemed familiar, she waited a moment to see if there would be a companion that they were perhaps waiting for, to make sure she did not interrupt and reminded herself once more: this was not her inn.

[Eurie]

After a couple of sips of the good tasting ale Euridice looked around and saw a group of people talking with happy voices. They seemed to know eachother from early times. Made her think of long forgotten friends and the happyness it gave her to meet up with them. Time passes so fast and before you know it you are sitting at the bar in a pub with an aching leg. She smiled while she was remembering the old times when she suddenly heard a voice talking to her.
She looked up from her thoughts towards Eldrith: Greetings! My name is Euridice, nice to meet you. Thanks for the offer, I was hoping to talk to people here. If you don't mind me asking, who is the owner of the pub now? Relatives?
She turned towards Eldrith, her head bit tilted out of curiosity.

[Shivased]

Shivased shrugged when Gwai offered her condolences. It possibly looked careless, but she had never had a good relationship with her mother. She had only been there to help her grandparents and because Jacen and Daran both flat-out refused to go. Yes, my mother was from a Gondorian family. Truthfully, I'm just glad my business in Gondor is done. It is much better home in the Mark. she replied. When Eleo asked for their stories she shrugged again, but decided to at least partially explain. I have been away in Gondor dealing with my late mother's affairs. Truthfully I have no liking for her, but my grandparents asked for help, so I went since my brother's wouldn't. I am just returning home, though I will probably stay the night here since my estate is still several hours' ride from here.

Following Eleo's look she spotted the stranger sitting alone at the bar and nodded. The pub is a place for companions and friends. It's no fun sitting alone.

She was distracted then by a call of her name and looked up to see Hasufel. Jumping to her feet she gave the woman a hug much as she had Gwai, grinning widely. Hasu!It has been far too long, frœnd min! Sit, join us! She sat back down and gestured at the long table they were taking up. It was becoming quite full, which she was very happy for.

Ama was sharing what had been happening in her life recently, and Shivased turned to her. You would be very welcome back in the Cavalry, and at the Ældsel. That pub has not been the same without you, though they do try. She thought back to comfortable evenings at the Ældsel with good friends and the excellent ale and food it offered. She would have to stop by there again soon and pester the barkeep. What was the name of the barkeep? I should know it, but it just won't come to me.

By this time Eldrith had joined them, teasing her about knives. Come now, you know I'm the most innocent rider there is, I would never have anything to do with knives. She said, trying to put an innocent look on her face. She shot a glance at Ama, hoping the former pubmistress bought it too. She had a few memories of trying to sneak weapons into the Ældsel after they had been banned. And squirrels....and a few other things she didn't want to think about.

[Eldrith]

*She had joined just swift enough to hear Shiva say how glad she was her business in Gondor was done and how glad she was to be here in the Mark. She couldn't agree more. Though as she turned to nudge Euri into the fold, she caught the rest of the conversation and shook her head.*

Euridice, please meet Shivased, First Marshal of the Cavalry *oh, news DID travel fast, even to the estate of one usually living a hermit like existence.* Eleowyn who also has held that rank, Ama, who at one time held this pub with me, and Gwai who is NOT a trouble maker. *She lifted a brow, looking motherly as ever, something that fit her better now that she'd reached a certain age, though she'd perfected that look even when she was much younger and tending to the patrons.*

Now while I am certainly not casting any aspersions on the honor of her esteemed first Marshall... *she went on, including anyone who could hear the slightly raised voice.* I must say calling her the most innocent rider there is, would force me to lie.. or fake a head injury that would cause me to forget one.. or two.. or three incidents. *yes, she'd banned weapons from the pub, a move that had not been popular with the cavalry but after more than one, two, or three incidents with weapons inside, she'd stood her ground. And hilarity.. had ensued as well as defiance. She remembered particularly two members who had tried tying twigs to their spears and claimed with an utterly straight face that they were just 'brooms'.

[Rowena Ellenweorc]

Rowena stopped in front of the inn. What was this? No. This wasn't the Aedsel! And it sure as hell wasn't her brother's inn. She groaned and dismounted Synne. Synne was her black mare, a horse built for the life of a soldier's mount. She had the temperament to match too. Synne was very much a no nonsense horse, and very protective of her rider. In soft Rohirric, Rowena whispered, 'A rest is much needed.' She noticed a very familiar horse nearby. 'Oh look Synne. It's Storm. Maybe you can have a nice conversation.'
Synne snorted at her salt-and-pepper haired rider as if to say, 'In your dreams.' Synne wasn't ill-tempered to the point of being compared to Beadwof, infamous stallion of the Ellenweorc clan, but she was rather haughty and aloof.
'You know, if I didn't know better, I would say you came straight for Mundberg,' Rowena retorted brushing her white streak of hair out of her eyes.
Synne clearly didn't like the comparison, and nipped at Rowena.
'Ouch!' Rowena rubbed her shoulder, grateful she was wearing her armor. 'I said if I didn't know better! Now you aren't getting any apples! You can have mushy carrots instead.'
Synne whinnied in dismay.
'Hey, you know better than to bite! Your own fault.'
Synne nuzzled against Rowena as if to say sorry.
'Oh all right. You're forgiven. You can have regular carrots instead then.'
The mare whinnied her disdain, clearly wanting the apples Rowena claimed she'd originally have given her.
'Nope. Just because I forgave you doesn't mean you get a treat.' She patted Synne's neck and then went inside. She went straight to the bar and ordered herself some stew and some cider. She looked around, recognizing a few people, but for now, unless invited, she'd wait to join in any conversations. Mostly for the fact her best friend Shivased was very enthralled by those present.
She sighed and took a bite of food. She had better. But then again, she like many Rohirrim, was a creature of habit. That's probably why it bothered her this wasn't one of the places are was used to. Maybe the food would taste better to her if she was more open to new experiences. But she was of the opinion that the Cavalry provided enough new experiences for her.
Then to her ears came words about Shivased being First Marshal, and about the woman's character. A smirk played on her lips as she took a sip of her drink. 'You are far from innocent, madam Shivased. And while it is true knives might not be your strong suit or preferred weapons, but I have distinct memories of you being good with spears and hiding injuries.' Her voice was quiet, but held the same effect as if she talked at 'normal' levels. Because of past accidents, she generally kept her voice down, if not using it minimally.

[Eléowyn]

The pub was filling quickly, pleasing Eléo greatly as even more old friends and acquaintances began to gather. Hasufel--now there was someone she had not seen in many a long age, and taking a seat alone was someone who looked familiar, and yet not (Lealnemarr). She felt sure she knew her, but if so, she was changed.

Eléo greeted the stranger (Euridice) who had now joined their table, then turned to Ama to answer her question. "No, I left the cavalry many years ago. I no longer have the fighting spirit, though of course could be pressed if need arose. I pray that does not happen. I would much rather spend my days in a warm pub, with good ale and better friends, than riding to battle. I've grown old ... and soft, perhaps."

She then turned to Shiva. "But what's this I hear about your being First Marshal? I'm not sure whether to offer congratulations or sympathy! 'Tis a hard job, but you are well-suited for it. I lift my cup to you." It was only then that Eléo realized that, in her excitement to greet old friends, she had forgotten to stop by the bar and pick up a drink. She chuckled slightly and clapped Shiva on the shoulder instead.

In that moment, she realized that she was truly happy to be back among friends. All it would take to make her any happier would be to have word of Aodh. She thought of inquiring if anyone had seen him, but decided to hold on that thought for a little longer. As long as she had not received a "no," there was hope there was word of him, somewhere, with someone.

[Eurie]

Euridice greeted every person with a nod after Eldrith introduced them. Thanks for letting me join! she said whilst facing the table. I'm Euridice, an old traveller from far and wide. You can call me Eurie if you so wish. She saw an empty chair and pulled it closer. The vibe across the table felt uplifting and familiar.

She saw the look on Eldrith's face when she talked about the others. Much love and respect was written all over it.
It has been some time, close to 10 years, since I travelled across this land. I'm happy to hear and see the people are still as joyfull as I remembered.
Then she turned to Shivased Congratulations on that title! You must be very excited and proud. Euridice raised her glass as a salute.

Last she turned towards Ama So you held this pub together with Eldrith? . She took a sip from her ale and looked across the room. It was a cosy, very welcomming room that smelled of good food and good beer. I'm sorry if I come across as a bit blunt but pub's always interests me. They are what keeps the people together in good and bad times. Travelling this much made pub's my second home and I have grown very fond of them.

[Gwai]

The pub was filling up quickly. It had been quite a while since Gwai had felt this at home. Despite warm welcomes from strangers on her travels, there was something special about coming home and being around old friends. As Shiva explained her time spent in Gondor, Gwai nodded sympathetically. It was difficult to be at odds with one's mother, and she felt there was probably much more to the story than what was said. "I'm glad our paths crossed again! Although the odds of it being at a pub like old times seem pretty good!" she said with a smile.

More familiar faces were coming up to join the party, and Gwai jumped up to push some more chairs toward the table. "Hasu!" She exclaimed, memories flooding back. "How have you been? It's so good to see you again!"

Ama soon joined the party. "I'm just returning home, I've been travelling for quite a while, and instead of being productive I thought I'd stop in for a drink and see if there were any old friends to catch up with, and get the latest gossip," Gwai said with a half smile. "I see I was correct in that! How have you been?"

As Eldrith introduced Euridice to the crowd, Gwai laughed as she was described as "not" a troublemaker. Reflecting, however, this did seem to be true. Her introspection came to a quick halt as Eldrith introduced Shivased as the First Marshall. "Congratulations!" Gwai said with excitement, adding her well wishes to Eléo's. "When did this happen?" she asked, happy for her old friend. Gwai's cavalry days were some of her fondest memories, and she often regretted stepping down to pursue her travels.

[Lealnemarr]

Lealnemarr's twinkled and she watched old friends (and apparently new friends) mingle and embrace. It had been such a long time since she has joined in any activities beyond her homestead and travels. Though she may look the same (the curse of elven blood), time had of course changed her. But was she not still a friend of the Mark? Were these not friends? Leal waggled her fingers for the attention of the nearby barman and after a moment, requested a round of drinks to be taken to the table where Gwai, Shiva, Eldrith, Eudrive, Eléo and Hasu sat. With a smile. she approached the table and made a small bow.

"Greetings, friends-- I have been alone too long here and during my travels. May I join your lively party? Though, I do not wish to intrude..."

She smiled again, a bit shyly, perhaps, rusty with conversation with the two-legged folk and hoped she was not being rude or demanding.

"I am formally known as Lealnemarr, but please, call me Leal. I was known in these parts long ago as Leal Hraedhof....it has been quite some time since I returned."

[Eldrith]

*It seems both her pronouncement of Shivased as first Marshall, as her memory of knives, drew some reaction and for the first time in what seemed forever, laughter spilled from her lips, like water clattering over a brook. For a moment the sound seemed to startle her, at that point Rowenna entered the inn and added her own thoughts, as a Haeland, she clearly knew enough about Shiva's history. Eldrith's eyes sparkled as she inclined her head in greeting and took a small step back to widen the circle.
The movement made her eyes fall on Eleowyn and for a moment she thought she saw a shadow there, behind the congratulations. She hesitated a moment, wanting to ask and then.. didn't. Not her business, and she would not wish to intrude, though to Euridice, she offered a warmer smile, even as she quickly took a sip from her ale to mask her own reaction.*
The inn has always been a place of welcome for all, especially travelers. I think.. the old building must have burned down in my absence, but it's good there is a place anew.. *she looked behind the counter with a bit of a glare* Though the service isn't what it was in my time. *That made her chuckle again.. she sounded old, even in her own thoughts. They had all age but Gwai looked.. strong still.* Thinking of signing up again? *She asked. She had never been part of the Cavalry. Wouldn't have been able to, considering the fact she did not ever travel outside of Rohan. And considering she preferred riding a mule rather than a horse. It would have been a ridiculous sight.

One more step back, until her back now was pressed against the counter, not because she tried to distance herself from the group, on the contrary, but to welcome one more in their midst* Welcome back Leal, though.. I have no idea why I am saying it. This is not.. my place.. anymore. *Though could it be? Could she once again... there were things she'd not yet mentioned, and things that might change the ease that people were feeling. Was THAT her place? Still, especially with Shiva here.. she'd heard of the fact that a new First Marshall was chosen, and high time it was too, but should she.. perhaps indirectly. She took another sip of ale and then as casual as was possible mentioned
Have any of you had any.. thefts lately?

[Amadhrill]

Amadhrill smiled warmly as Eldrith greeted her. Years might have passed, but the memories from their years as pub mistresses came rushing through her mind, and she laughed at Eldriths comments to Shiva. Ah, yes, there had been more then one fight in the Ældsel, some bar brawls from time to time. But the soft words of EldrithMemories from the Ældsel and the old cavalry pub, the Æthel, ran through her mind. Amas eyes ran up to the bar again, half expecting Cnith and Getale to be there as they had always been in the Ældsel. Her eyes returned to Eldrith again, noticing that the woman seemed to ease as she joined them even as her eyes seemed to scan the pub, old habits die hard. Yet, it was good that some things had not changed, and Ama smiled at the quick update from her old friend. It warmed her still more to hear the laughter from Eldrith as Hasufel was greeted with a prophesy from Eldriths mouth. She shivered slightly to the words, adventure awaits or a plot needs foiling, she hoped for neither, all she wanted was an easy evening at the pub, catching up with old friends. Plots and adventures, those days were long gone in her mind.

Ama chuckled gently as her eyes did as Eldrith and scanned the pub for any needs awaiting to be tended to; «Be careful now, or you might find yourself a pubmistress once more, then you might need to travel more often again...» she whispered softly towards Eldrith as she walked towards Euridice and added as an afterthought to no one in particular. «I for one, find I am too old and tied up at home for those duties. That is a young person's work! Thought I do miss seeing Getale and Cnith working their magic in the Ældsel!»

She turned her green eyes towards Shivased and nodded. As a young woman she too had travelled to Gondor, searching for her first husband after he had gone missing. She had no fond memories from neither time nor place, though the city was impressive and the people not unfriendly «I am sorry for the loss of your mother, and I am sure it was a great help to your grandparents to have your help.» The conversation quickly moved on, as Shiva offered a return to the cavalry. Ama shook her head laughing. «Cnith was the barkeep, and Getale the bar maid. The best that Rohan could offer in those days! It is a kind offer, I am sure, but not one I will take up.»

At the thought of the cavalry her right hand, the sword hand, however went to her sides where the sword now seldom hung. The hand found only the hælend bag now containing the rarest herbs, needles, thread, a small pair of scissors, and a half-mended knitted sock. «Come now, you know I'm the most innocent rider there is» Shiva claimed, trying to look innocent. Ama lifted her tankard towards the other, eyes glittering with merriment as Eldrith nudged the newcomer Euridice into their midst and introduced everyone. «A first marshal of the cavalry with no knowledge of knives... what have the cavalry come to? These days, I only wear my sword when travelling or leaving the city walls. And what training I get is teaching the children how to wield their play swords. No, my friend, the cavalry is not for me any more, that is a place for younger people!» She was about to continue when the quiet voice of Rowena interrupted her.

Ama nodded to Eléos words. «I can relate to that myself. I am sure I should fight should the need be dire, but I pray it will not come to that!» Her attention returned to Shiva and she lifted her cup towards the first marshal. «Are any promotions in the cavalry still celebrated» she hesitated for a moment, not sure that celebrated was the correct word «with the biletwidox?» the mere thought made her shiver and laugh.

She smiled to Euridice «Yes, a long time ago I held a pub with Eldrith, it was known as the Ældsel Inn. These people, and many more, frequented here, and I must say it is a strange coincident that we should all meet here again tonight. But, Gwai this must be the most productive thing to do after a long travel. Food and drink and good company will have you productive again, but perhaps not in the morning» She added in an afterthought, remembering well how some pub evenings had turned into long nights. Just then Leal joined them and Ama stood up to push another table to join with the table they were seated by so that more people could fit around it. Ama too looked to Gwai as Eldrith asked if she planned to return to the cavalry. No, that was not her, she had children and she had always been more of a hælend then a warrior. «It seems as if you are limping, Euridice, have you had anyone have a look at it? I am hælend, perhaps I can have a look?»

Her words were soft and friendly, an offer, not an order. As a hælend in the cavalry she had often had to order wigends and marshals alike to suffer her medical examinations, but as a civilian she no longer held nor needed the authority for that. Most of the time people came voluntarily to seek her help. Her train of thought was interrupted by the casual comment of Eldrith, making Ama spin round. She knew Eldrith better than to take this for a casual comment. «Thefts?!» For a moment she hesitated, now that the word was spoken... «Yes... now that you say it... perhaps... in our neighbourhood it has been talked of clothes and livestocks and food that has gone missing. But we have put it down to the strong winds and wild animals...»

[Shivased]

Shivased ducked her head when Eldrith introduced her to the newcomer as First Marshal of the Cavalry. She was proud of her title, and even now wore her insignia on her tunic and her sword at her hip, but still felt a blush creep up her cheeks when the title was announced, especially around Eleowyn, who had formerly held the title. A flurry of congratulations came from everyone else. Thank you, all of you. It's been a few years now since I was promoted. I took over being marshal of the Eastmark from....here she had to pause, because it had indeed been a long time. Either Eormed or Allacan, I honestly can't remember. She grinned at Eleo. I don't know if I'm lucky or not, it can be a challenge to manage some of our Cavalry members. Especially the Westmark she commented with a rueful look. It is definitely never boring. To Eurie she nodded. Despite what I just said, yes I am proud. It is a big responsibility our king has trusted me with.

A voice near the bar caught her attention and she looked up, even as she unconsciously hid her left arm under the table. She had cut it...well, more of a scratch....while gathering firewood the night before. If Rowena caught sight of it the bandage under her sleeve she wouldn't hear the end of it. Actually, she glanced over at Ama as well, knowing the woman also was a hælend. Luckily she didn't know Shivased's penchant for getting hurt.

Between Eldrith and Rowena, her character, and oddly her ability with knives, seemed to be getting teasingly called into question. I'm good with knives! she protested with a laugh. I'm also quite innocent. I do not start the trouble, I just take part in it. That makes me innocent.She sent a mock glare at Rowena.And I don't hide injuries! It's just that what I consider minor, you tend to think is serious.

She motioned for Rowena to join them, then turned to Eldrith I know the Cavalry pub burned down a few times, but I hope nothing has happened to the Ǣldsell. She smiled fondly when Ama reminded her of Cnith and Getale. I look forward to seeing Cnith and Getale again! She was glad Amahad remembered their names, for now that they were back in her mind, she could picture Cnith plopping a steaming cup of tea in front of her, and teasing her for various mischief. She missed that.

The Cavalry was brought up when Eldrith asked Gwai if she was going to sign up again. You would be more than welcome, she chimed in. Our numbers are sorely depleted and we could use all the members we can get. The last comment she addressed to everyone, knowing at least that Eleo Amaand Gwaihad once been in the Cavalry, and possibly Lail, who had just joined their group, though she wasn't sure there. To have experienced riders return, would be a boon for their ranks. She knew Eleoand Ama were retired and planned to stay that way, but she had to at least try. I can promise I won't force bilewitdox on those who want to return she added with a mischevious grin. She wouldn't force it, but that didn't mean Sceo wouldn't.

Eldrith asked then if anyone had been experiencing thefts and Ama answered in the affirmative, which caught her attention. The quiet way it had been asked had her ears pricking. She glanced to Rowena, knowing her Second Marshal would know better than she did. I have been in Gondor for several months, so haven't heard of anything. I' will need to look into it when I return to the Dragon Room. She paused there, waiting to see what Rowena said. At the same time she worriedly thought about Jacen, her fifteen year old brother who had been caring for their family estate the last few months. She didn't like the idea of bandits about when he was alone.

[Éolath]

He'd been barely more than a child when he'd last walked in Edoras arguing with his father that he was a man, old enough to join the cavalry if he wanted to, old enough to drink at the pub if it suited him. That argument was years behind him, and tinged now with the sorrowful knowledge that he was indeed grown but his father would never see the man he'd become. He pushed through the shade of mourning and into the dim, noisy pub.

Since he'd left a boy, he knew none of the gathered. Éolath pressed in, up to the bar and laid down a coin for a mug then shouted a request for food as well. "Anything hot!" He answered the barkeep's query in a deep voice, then drank thirstily from the mug. It was refilled with a smile, and he grinned in response then turned to study the room. In time, he knew, the faces would be familiar to him. Hopefully, more than familiar, hopefully friends. Time enough for that, he mused. He was home again, and though his father was gone and no words of forgiveness uttered, he thought the man would approve.

[Rowena Ellenweorc]

She smirked at Shivased's response to her, and noticed people were paving the way for her to join them. At the moment, Rowena was still uncertain whether she wanted to get overly involved. But all the talk of Cavalry lured her in. So she brought her stew and her drink over, and took the proferred place. Her eyes cast a glance on Ama's healer's kit on the side, and she watched her tend to Euri for a brief moment. Too old to join up again? She snorted. Did these people not notice the color of her own hair? People generally didn't have salt and pepper hair coloring because they were young. Steel colored eyes roamed around the crew gathered around the table before she directed her attention to Amadhrill. 'Ma'am. If I am not mistaken, you were a healer in the Westmark, is that correct? As Bealdorhaelend, it is my duty to see to it that the Cavalry has the best healers, and if my memory serves, you do a good job yourself.'
She noticed Shivased's hiding of her wound, but for the moment ignored it. The talk had turned to crimes plaguing the lands. 'It is indeed unfortunate, but yes, I have been getting a number of reports of crimes occuring throughout the Westmark. I've happened to catch sight of more than a few landing on your desk as well, Shiva. Our own farm has lost a few crops during harvest season, and the neighboring farm, they lost a fair number of livestock. Unfortunately, the Cavalry is a bit shorthanded of late, so we haven't had the numbers to investigate all the incidents.'
She sighed. That was one of the worst parts about being a Marshal, was determining what was most important to handle first, which often left others out of sorts and out of aid. She sighed and looked at Eleowyn, Eldrith, Gwai and Amadhrill, 'We could certainly use your hands back in the Cavalry, even if its just as haelends or non-fighting dryhts or whatever. Do any of you read and write?' She asked. She finally then turned to Shivased, and said, 'As for you, Marshal, who took over for Allacan,' she emphasized the word Marshal (and answered who Shiva took over for in the same breath), 'show me your arm. Speaking of hiding injuries, you are doing it now. I'm neither blind nor stupid, you know. And please don't make me use force. I'm too tired and too irritated to do so. As for your dumb argument, I call things as I see them. If I recall, you've tried to "convince" me that broken bones and near sawed off shoulders were minor injuries, both of which, not properly treated would permanently disable you from ever being in the Cav. So excuse me if I don't believe you.'
Rowena took a sip of her ale and another bite of her stew, then put her hands on her hips, waiting for Shivased to comply, or more likely protest. Though frankly, Rowena hoped that she wouldn't protest, because like she said, she just didn't have the energy or patience to deal with her protesting. 'Hurry up, Shivased Indaril. I don't have all day. Or rather night.'

[Thorin Firehelm]

As they manoeuvred their way through the, now very crowded, inn, Thorin noticed a look of caution, possibly even apprehension in his new companions’ eye. As she spoke, Thorin heard the words of one who had been too frequently hurt. One who was naturally suspicious of strangers. As she finished speaking and took a deep sip of her ale, Thorin decided to allay some of those fear immediately. “Fear not, my good lady,” Thorin said in his customary polite style “there is naught to fear in me. Although my appearance may say otherwise, I am in fact very friendly and have naught on my mind but getting to know a new companion in these parts. Why don’t I tell you a little of my story, this may help to calm any apprehension you have about this chance encounter. I am a dwarf of Khazaddum, of the realm of Dwarrodelf. Rock, axe, jewel and flame are my tools and long have we been companions. There is nothing better than a roaring fire and the sounds of hammering or letting. Give us the chance and we dwarves can make the greatest wonders out of the littlest ingredients.

Still, some years ago I had a great desire to travel outside of the Mines and get a sense of how my kin in other areas live. I journeyed far to the Lonely Mountain and to Erebor. Despite its tragic past, this realm is now the wonder of that part of the world and I learned much. Indeed, I settled there for some time. But always, after a time, will a dwarf’s heart lead him home. And so, it is back to Khazaddum that I journey now. Having always wanted to experience the hospitality of the Rohirrim, I find myself in the Horse and Rider”. Thorin paused, taking a deep draught of ale. He knew he could very easily talk for hours, giving the listener no opportunity to say anything if he so minded.

[Amadhrill]

Amadhrill shook her head, but couldn't help a smile glimpsing through as Shivased mock glared at Rowena. Ah, yes, the everlasting fight between hælends and the rest of the cavalry, was it only a minor injury or a serious wound? Despite the fact that many of the other cavalry memembers always mistook hælends for being overly cautious when it came to caring for scraps and bruises and injuries small and great, it stemmed from experience and knowledge that even what looked like a small nothing could lead to far greater illness or even death if not properly cared for. Though, of course, often a small scrap would be just that, a small scrap, healing well and proper by itself and without the hælends' assistance. The conversation had turned somewhat to the cavalry and a worried furrow made the lines in Amas face clearer as Shiva talked of depleted numbers. So it was not her memory that served her wrong when she had wondered how few wigends there were in the streets these days, it was not a flawed memory from the time when her friends had mainly been cavalry members and the streets seemed to always have a member of the cavalry going here or there. She fell back into her own thoughts for a moment, wondering if she should worry about this or if it truly felt like no longer her business but the business of younger folks. She had after all sworn an oath, thought it was sworn a long time ago and in a different life, or so it felt.

Again the conversation turned as Shiva seemed to be making light of her invitation, or was it more than that? Ama laughted at the mischevious grin, «Oh, you might not force that vile, evil drink on those who return, but unless the cavalry is so changed that it is beyond my recognition I am sure there will be someone who will force that drink on any newcomer or newly returned».

She turned towards the bar to signal for another ale when she caught a sight of a man Eolath seated at the bar. He seemed to look in their direction, and though he was a stranger to her eyes she smiled at him and pointed at a free chair by their tables, as an invitation to join them, if he should want to. Rowenas words made her blush and a glimpse of un-ease or was it a feeling of not fullfilling her old oath to Rohan that for the blink of an eye was written plainly in her face. It was gone as quickly as it has come as she regained her composure and smiled. «Yes, I was once a hælend in the Westmark, well, at various times in my time in the cavalry I have been posted in all the Eoreds. I was trained by Bealdorhælend Fëawyn, then I retrained at a later point, but I have forgotten who was the Bealdorhælend then...»

The words spoken by Rowena, that the cavalry could need her hands worried her, was the cavalry really that desperate for people that even hælends and dryhts who would not fight were welcomed?! That had not been the case when she trained. She remembered so well the lesson that was repeat so many times she felt it had become who she was back then, first a warrior, then a healer... As she watched the Bealdorhælend put her hands on her hips, Ama fell back to her thoughts for a moment, contemplating the news that clearly troubled her.

[Eldrith]

It was easy to fall back in a rhythm with @Amadhrill, a quick grin across because she understood the feeling of being too old to be cavalry. She.. had never been part of the cavalry, never picked up the blade. As far as anyone knew she couldn't handle a knife unless it was to de-bone a chicken. She was very good at deboning chicken.. @Rowena Ellenweorc Rowenna's question however for some reason halted her. If she would not need to fight.. She paused a moment longer and then said quietly.* I do.. have some experience cooking for a large group. Even under.. conditions much different than these. If you need someone who could help set up rations or.. tend to things, I owe these lands a lot. And I am certain that those I called family here would be proud if I did something like that.

*She quickly turned to @Eurie Euridice as if she was trying to make the moment and the words spoken go away* When Ama and I ran the pub it was.. full every night. There were quite some adventures. I could tell you tales. *She looked over those assembled who'd been here long ago.* I could tell you tales that some of them would rather forget even.. *she teased.*

Noticing @Shivased Shiva's attention to the matter of thieves she would have spoken but thank Bema Rowena there interrupted and demanded to see their injuries. Just like old days, she mused, and yet things had changed also. Some things were different and that was good. That was the way it was supposed to be.

Someone new @Éolath entered the inn and while he pressed forward to the bar instead of the now joined tables that started to house a larger group of riders, old pubmistress instinct had her call out. "Welcome to the Inn, and I hope the night finds you well?"

[Fairy Nuff]

Aelflaed listened with interest as Thorin described a little of his past, and how he came to be in a Rohirric pub on this day. "That sounds like quite an adventure you've been on, exploring such distant lands, but all the time remembering home. You must have seen some incredible things in your life - the wonders created by dwarven kind in the halls of Khazad-dum, the distant lands you have travelled to, all the different people you have met. No wonder you feel quite at ease strolling into a pub full of Rohirrim! If your time here permits, I would love to hear more of what you have seen, for I have not travelled as widely as you, the lands of the Rohirrim containing plenty to keep me in trouble as it is! But first," and she grinned, a mischievous grin that hinted that she was starting to relax "a very important question....how does the ale of Rohan compare to the ale of the dwarven kingdom?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. "Careful how you answer now, you're a little out-numbered" she chuckled, and took another drink of her ale.

[Shivased]

Shivasedwas surprised to see that Eleo and Eldrith seemed to be considering what she and Rowena had said about returning to or joining the Cavalry. It may seem odd to be a Cavalry member without fighting. The two do seem to go hand in hand. But there is always a place for healers, cooks, and the like. she commented.

That said, she turned her attention to Rowena who clearly was sharper than she thought. She hadn't realized she was hiding her arm until the lecture started, and she inwardly cursed herself. Giving a melodramatic sigh, she rolled up her sleeve to reveal the bandage wound about her forearm. It really is nothing,she told Rowena as she unwrapped the bandage to reveal a long, shallow cut, about four inches long, which she held out to Rowena. It had barely bled, and was just slightly worse than a scratch. I cleaned it, it barely bled, and it has already scabbed over. See?

While Rowena tended her scratch, she turned her attention to the conversation going on around her. Eldrith was threatening to tell Eurie tales of things that had happened in the pub. As long as the tales don't embarrass us, go ahead. Though....I'm pretty sure most of them will fall into that category, she commented with a laugh.

Rowena then spoke up about thefts that she had heard of throughout the Westmark and Shivased felt her shoulders stiffen. If there were reports for her to read....well, she hadn't expected to come home to perfection. Rowena was right, though. They really didn't have enough members to be investigating every report of thieves, so even if there were only a couple reports, there problem was probably a lot bigger than they knew about. It is something we will have to look into, she said. Despite our numbers, if thieves are roaming the Mark, we need to do something.

[Gwai]

"Hello, Leal," Gwai said warmly as another Rider approached. "Thank you for the drink!" she said, holding her glass up in a toast. She turned toward Eldrith as it was suggested perhaps she should rejoin the cavalry again. "I'm not sure. Perhaps it would be a good idea," she mentioned, taking another sip of her ale and contemplating the idea. She had been so focused on getting home she had not given much thought about what to do next.

Suggestions were coming from more than one side that it may be time to rejoin the cavalry. Gwai was especially concerned when Eldrith brought up recent thefts in the Westmark, and Rowena commented there had not been enough cavalry officers to investigate the crimes. The theft of a few crops or animals may seem trivial to some, but to farmers that could be a significant portion of their livelihood, and having grown up on one of those very farms, something like these thefts could be disastrous. Rowena asked if anyone could read and write, and Gwai put forward hesitantly, "I can read and write, my mother taught me...I can understand a few words in Elvish, and a little Dwarvish, but I can't come close to writing those," she said apologetically, wishing she'd spent her time travelling more productively.

Gwai was distracted for a moment when Rowena chastised Shivased for hiding an injury, and fought the urge to ask what happened, having had enough injuries herself not to want some of them mentioned in public. She glanced at the injury when Shivased showed Rowena, having seen enough injuries on the battlefield to contain herself, but she still was not a fan of the sight of blood. Thankful for Eldrith's distraction of teasing about old pub stories, Gwai chimed in, "I would love to hear a good story! We always had such good times, although I don't always remember them," she said with a laugh and another sip of ale.

[Éolath]

Éolath gazed around the room, sipping his ale with pleasure when a smiling woman (Amadhrill) caught his eye. He returned the smile, then broke into a full grin when she gestured to a seat at their table. He nodded, then tipped his head at the kitchen. He would not expect the busy barkeep to deliver his food, but the man was quick with it and Éolath gratefully accepted the plate and began working towards the empty seat.

On his way, another voice (Eldrith) called out, and he turned his cheerful face towards the sound common in a pub. “Oh, aye, lady. It is a night fit for a song, and only will get better with pleasant company.” He took the offered seat, and after a brief hesitation, glanced around, focused on the one who had invited him over.

“I am called Éolath,” he said, his voice slightly shy. He had heard brief snippets of their conversation as he’d joined their table and glanced around again. “You are in the cavalry? I couldn’t help but overhear…” he trailed off, flushed slightly. Clearing his throat, he ate a bite of bread, then spoke quietly. “My cousin, well a cousin of a cousin, was in the Westmark. An officer, if her stories were true. She used to tell tales, but my father always said she was a bit…fanciful.” His voice thickened with memories, but he smiled again.

[Thorin Firehelm]

Aelflaed was a good listener. Thorin liked that. Dwarves loved taling at length, especially to those with a keen mind and ears to match. He sipped his ale appreciatively, savouring the sharp taste blended with unique local flavours. He had just smiled to himself when a question met his ears that pulled him out of his mental wanderings sharply. "a very important question....how does the ale of Rohan compare to the ale of the dwarven kingdom?" she asked, with a cheeky grin. Mischief lighting up her eyes. These sorts of questions were never his strong point. What he tended to do in these situations was attempt to be tactful to please both parties and then succeed in pleasing neither.

"Well you see," he chuckled mopping his brow as he had begun to perspire. Whether because of the heat of the room or nerves he was unsure. "They really are two different things," he continued "Dwarven ale focuses on the unique dwarven flavours. They brew it for dwarves of the dwarven kingdoms so those who are not dwarves often find it not to their taste. Whereas Rohan clearly have a mind on the market in the outside world. This ale is very strong, full of body with just a hint of Rohirric culture. Very tasty" he belched unexpectedly. "I beg your pardon, that is a sign of appreciation in my home."

"Tell me Aelflaed what is your story? Your face tells many tales but which is the right one?"

[Eldrith]

Perhaps... *She muttered, though looking around this inn, she felt.. at home here. She couldn't possibly.. take over the inn, could she? Take over the inn AND join the Cavalry.. AND tend to the estate. On the other hand.. the estate could be guarded. She could hire someone to do that at least. If she didn't live there, she wouldn't need to tend to the gardens. Or the live stock. And she would not need to worry anymore about another goat disappearing. Who needed sleep? And then she took a breath and looked up at Shivased, looked her straight in the eye.* If.. you have a need of me, I would be glad to help. IN the cavalry. You will not see a blade in my hand, but your men will be well provided for. *It wasn't a decision that could be made officially here, but perhaps here, on her home ground, she could make it for herself. She could make the offer. And give Shiva and Rowenna a way to back out if they didn't mean it.*

*Gwai's words however brought her a smile.* Well, there was the cooking contest.. and Cnith invented his Caeldreda Turnpis which every said would be unedible.. and then became so popular that they were added to the menu. And the time someone tried to lay hands on Getane for not being quick enough with their beer and all of a sudden felt the rolling pin of Cnith on his shoulders.. he was lucky it wasn't his HEAD! *She actually laughed herself at the memory, then looked over Éolath, hearing the shyness in his voice, she sobered.*

The Westmark had some great officers. Many who passed through my pub, I can not tel you tales of glory, but Shivased here, and Gwai, and Rowenna, Amadrhill and Eleowyn... oh they may remember them. What was her name?

[Amadhrill]

Her thoughts were interrupted by the words of Eldrith«You are an excellent cook, Eldrith.» Amadhrill added, she was surprised to hear Eldrith even consider Rowenas suggestion to join the cavalry as a non-fighting member. «I am surprised you will consider it, did you not use to say; let me stay behind and care for those who stay, or something of that sort? But yes, I would be proud if you did something like that, though I am proud to call you my friend already. And you have done much to serve these lands already, the Ældsel, it was home to so many of us, and it would not have been that without your quiet but firm hand!»

As Eldrith turned to Euridice she laughed and nodded, knowing only too well that Eldrith would have many stories including her too. Her green eyes scrutinized Shiva for a moment as she confirmed Rowenas words, though she was remembered of the Bealdorhælend Fëawyns words, which had been repated to her so often that in time she had repeated it to the younger healers; first a warrior, then a healer. Again the conversation turned, as it always did so quickly in the pubs as Shiva joined in and asked for tales of the old days.

She smiled again at Éolath took a seat around the evergrowing table. «I am Ama, well Amadhrill, but Ama among friends. Yes, I was a hælend in the cavalry for many years, but that is what feels like a lifetime ago.» She laughed merrily. «What is the name of this cousin of your cousin with the fanciful tales? I was posted in the Westmark for some time, who knows, perhaps I could confirm a tale or two?»

The mutter of Eldrith made her turn with an open mouth and look at her friend from old. Was she indeed offering her service to the cavalry?! The words you will not see a blade in my hand at least made sense. It took a moment to regain her composure, then she laughed and added brightly. «I am tempted to return to the cavalry just to see you in the cavalry and eat your food!» She was about to add something about drinking biletwidox but thought better of it, if someone could actually get around not drinking that it would be a certain former pubmistress.

Eldriths stories from the Ældsel made her laugh. «And do you remember the time we were all snowed in at the Ældsel?» She thought for a while. «I remember one time, the Ældsel was locked down by...» she hesitated for a moment, racking her brain for the details. «well, it is not really a happy story. But I remember one time that we had a thief among the guests in the Ældsel. The cavalry Feldmarshal closed off the pub, none were allowed in or out until the thief was caught. It was a great ordeal, even some were wounded. But in the end the thief was caught, the Queen herself came, and we had something to talk about for many a good night.»

[Rowena Ellenweorc]

Rowena could sense something was up with Amadhrill in regards to her statement about joining with the Cavalry in a non-fighting capacity. She however was surprised to see Shiva only mildly protest when Rowena demanded to see the wound. Was the woman feeling all right? She suddenly found herself caring less about the woman's arm, and more about her overall health. A precursory scan of Shivased revealed that the woman was just tired. No signs of illness, not even the slightest elevation of temperature. What the hell was with the woman? She shrugged and looked at the arm. 'Well, if it's scabbed over, why on earth are you still bandaging it?' Rowena took the wrappings and handed them to the barkeep. 'Toss those for me please.' She then returned to the table and said, 'Okay now that's over… Ladies, do not get me wrong, we do need fighters, but like my boss explained better than I could ever hope to, we always can use people taking care of us on the homefront. For example, before he died, a man I consider a brother spent so much time being a dryhtguma in the dungeons because people didn't believe with a gimp leg he could still fight. Our stablehands aren't usually fighters. I know in the Westmark, we hire chefs, but they don't fight with us. Unless of course they are the dryhtgumas I send there for punishments, but usually that is doing dishes.' She chuckled. 'We can always use haelends that aren't at risk of losing their lives because they follow the old adage of soldier first, healer second.'
She then nodded at Eldrith, 'And yes, we would be MORE than happy to have you as a cook. Do you have a preferred Eored?'
She smiled as Amadhrill confirmed her memories of being in the Westmark. 'I thought so.' She then laughed. 'Stories? Hmm, lets see, I do remember a time when someone impersonated a dryhtguma. That obviously did not turn out well for him.'

(Sorry this post is kinda hodgepodge because I forgot what I was writing halfway through LOL)

[Éolath]

Éolath took a few more bites of his dinner, then wiped his mouth. The conversations around him made him smile, it had been far too long since he’d heard the language of his people around him. He chewed and swallowed, then glanced between the two women.

“She called herself Fíri, but mother once told me she had a different name as a child. I don’t remember what it was though. But she was a tall woman, with black hair and a limp, and scars across her face,” he drew three fingers from his temple and over his face “like thus. She said it was from dragons, but dragons don’t exist. She …” he trailed off, thinking. He drank a little, then shrugged. “I liked her. Last I knew she had retired to a small farm in the Westfold with her husband, but I have not been there in many years.”

He fell silent again, ate more of his dinner. He was interested in the reminiscences of the other riders, listening with amused interest. He’d always enjoyed stories of the cavalry, and hearing them again woke the desire in his heart to serve. Maybe he would be able to join, once he’d settled in a bit. He’d need to talk to the marshals at some point, but that could come later. For now, stories and his meal was as much as his interest could hold.

[Eldrith]

*She could practically read the surprise from Ama's face and shrugged, somewhat awkwardly.* I did. And I still mean it. I am not looking for glory on some battlefield or to be remembered in tales.. *She smiled at Shiva and Gwai, settling a bit more stiffly on her chair* Not that.. that is.. It's a noble thing to do. I am just not sure if I am.. that noble. But I've always cared for those who would fight, that's their due, right? To at least have those that stay home care for them? So I figure.. if you need someone to help care for the equipment.. not the weapons! *That was added very, very quick* But the cooking, and the rations and whatever needs to go on the back of the horse so you can travel. I used to be pretty good at that, back in the.. day.

*And then things became very, very real all of a sudden, when Rowena more or less officially proposed that yes.. she could.. should join the cavalry. So, so many memories. Ele Isenfolme, the formidable head of the cavalry so long ago looking at her with those piercing eyes.. She straightened up. That was over a decade ago. And as long as she stayed here. A breath, then another and she looked at the second marshall..*
I think... I would like that. As to the Eored.. *her eyes went back to the counter and the people behind it, considering. It was not that they were doing a bad job. The inn was clean. Mostly. People where here, obviously, but before each of them had felt the urge to come in today, it was not the thriving place it should be.* A placement close enough to the inn.. *she muttered finally, then looked at Ama.* I can not believe I am doing this and..

*All of a sudden however she stopped and half turned, looking at Eolath, her mouth opening like a fish for one moment.* Firi?? You are a cousin of Firi?? *Glancing at Shivased, she shook her eye and half suppressed a chuckle* Never mind about me, sign that man up for the cavalry.

[Shivased]

Shivased couldn't help a small, mischievous and and satisfied smile at rumpling Rowena and somewhat ruining her healer's rant. I bandaged it because it was itchy and rubbed on my shirt. The bandage stopped the scab from being ripped off, and kept me from itching it, she replied to the irritated question posed to her as the bandages were handed to the barkeep to be thrown away. Well, she thought, that meant she dealt with the itch. Rolling her sleeve back down and shrugging back into her tunic she finished the last of her tankard and held it up for another.

She nodded in agreement with Rowena that they would be more than happy to have Eldrith as a cook. I've had your cooking, and you would be loved forever if you were willing to cook for us, she said with a grin as her new tankard was delivered. On campaign we suffice with whatever dryht has been put on cooking duty or whatever cooks are sent with us and trust me, it does not always go well. She gave a mock shudder, though it was only half joking. There was a reason she stuck to fruit, oatmeal and bread at the Cavalry Courtyard, and chose to keep a stock of cured meats in her room.

She caught Eldrith's words to Eolath and the look the woman sent her and coughed into her ale, then took a second to clear her lungs. It matters little who his cousin is when it comes to the Cavalry. If he chooses to join he may see us in the Dragon Room and go through regular training once the training grounds are available again. She kept her words neutral and her tone friendly, for she didn't know Eolath and was always reserved with potential new members until she had the measure of them.

[Éolath]

Éolath paused with his knife halfway to his mouth, meat dripping gravy onto the plate. Eldrith’s reaction to his words was nearly comical, though he was more than a little startled by it. He set the bite back on the platter, tilted his head curiously to question her more but another voice broke in.

He glanced at the woman (Shivased) who had been tended by another and swallowed nervously at her words. “It is best to judge a person on their own worth,” he said after a moment. “I will come to the…Dragon Room, you called it? Once I settle some things. I have been away from the Riddermark a long time, and …” He trailed off again, cleared his throat and resumed eating. She made him nervous, and it was an uncomfortable and alien feeling.

He finished his meal quickly, rising with a murmur to return the dish to the bar and refill his mug. He slipped back into his seat just a quietly, then turned again to Eldrith. “You knew her, my cousin? Did you ride with her?”

[Fairy Nuff]

Aelflaed could not help but chuckle at Thorin's discomfort as he attempted to diplomatically answer her question. "I am only teasing you, master dwarf, I wondered how you would get out of that one, but that was a very fair and respectable answer, good job." she said grinning. "I try not to be serious all of the time".

Her smile faltered slightly as he asked about her past. "Well, I'm not very interesting really, you don't want to hear too much about me after all your adventures" she said, trying to get out of it, but she could see that Thorin was really quite interested. She sighed. "Ok, I'll give you the short version. My mother died when I was young, thrown from her horse. My father remarried and I have a half sister, Hafwen, but she's really the only thing I have left of family, and I learned to be independent and thrive by myself early on. I didn't always learn the lesson well though, and I've made mistakes, some of which have got me into trouble so there are people I try to avoid these days. I can't seem to settle anywhere, but don't have anywhere to go either, so I just drift from one place to the next, helping out with the horses, taking care of kids if I'm staying with a family, but maybe I'm bad luck because something bad always happens and I have to move on." She took a big gulp of ale "I would have loved to have joined the cavalry, but I'm not good enough. I'll find my purpose one day, just haven't found it yet. Maybe I should go adventuring like you." She mused.

[Eldrith]

*There was a chuckle for a moment as she saw Shiva's shudder when remembering certain things she'd eaten on campaign.* So no stewed orc haunches. Got it. *It was said utterly and completely deadpan, as if she waited for a reaction, though a moment later she went on, quickly shaking her head.* I've cooked for a campaign before. I know what to send along that won't be moldy after your third day in the saddle. *It was a swift and possibly unexpected assurance, brought on by ale, good friends and a feeling of comfort and daring at the same time, though as the First Marshal coughed in her ale, Eldrith's cheeks turned slightly red.* That is.. I didn't mean to tell you what to do of course. It's just.. I remember Firi.

She was somewhat assured that she hadn't misstepped seeing Eolath's reaction but still, her voice became more quiet.* I will come to the Dragon Room as well then. *She said, and looked at Ama, with a sudden resolution.* If it has taken me to this age to be brave then so be it. I won't fight, but I Will make sure they have beds.. and food, and they best chance to fight there is.

Ealath's voice as he returned to his seat was softer and for a moment she didn't know exactly how to answer. Finally the former pubmistress shook her head.* I never rode with her. I've never been part of the cavalry before. I do not fight. You don't want a knife in my hand, unless I am preparing you a dish. But I remember Fíri. Not.. everything was always easy for her. But she rode with honor, always. She was.... stalwart I believe is the best word and yet also.. unbroken. There was life within her, if that makes sense?