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Celandine walked into the hazy tavern, full of greasy men with bloodshot eyes and loud voices. She never did like the big people very much. They were very unpredictable and loud. But of course, she wasn't that predictable herself. She walked up to the counter, which went way over her head. She cleared her throat, and in her loudest voice, (which wasn't very loud if you were a human...) said "EXCUSE ME!" A plump man with hilarious mutton chops that went right into a thinning beard walked up to the counter. He was suprised to see her, for not many hobbits-female at that-went into the taverns at Bree. Nonetheless, he respected her bravery and stood a little straighter. "Welcome to The Prancing Pony, ma'am. What may I do for you?" His voice faltered a little. Celandine could tell that while he had only good intentions, there were not a lot of wheels turning inside that kindly head of his. She had to grin as she replied. "I am sorry to bother you, but I am seeking accomodations for a few days. Do you have any hobbit rooms available at the moment?" Celandine said, hoping beyond hope she wouldnt be forced to return to Hobbiton. "Why of course we do, ma'am. And if we dont, we will find one. That's my motto-'Always make room for a lady.'" Celandine supressed a laugh. She picked up her bag from the grimy floor and followed Barliman Butterbur to her room, a dome shaped structure looking and feeling very much like a hobbit hole. There were a few cozy looking paintings on the walls, and some coals were glowing deep red in the fireplace.
Celandine walked into the hazy tavern, full of greasy men with bloodshot eyes and loud voices. She never did like the big people very much. They were very unpredictable and loud. But of course, she wasn't that predictable herself. She walked up to the counter, which went way over her head. She cleared her throat, and in her loudest voice, (which wasn't very loud if you were a human...) said "EXCUSE ME!" A plump man with hilarious mutton chops that went right into a thinning beard walked up to the counter. He was suprised to see her, for not many hobbits-female at that-went into the taverns at Bree. Nonetheless, he respected her bravery and stood a little straighter. "Welcome to The Prancing Pony, ma'am. What may I do for you?" His voice faltered a little. Celandine could tell that while he had only good intentions, there were not a lot of wheels turning inside that kindly head of his. She had to grin as she replied. "I am sorry to bother you, but I am seeking accomodations for a few days. Do you have any hobbit rooms available at the moment?" Celandine said, hoping beyond hope she wouldnt be forced to return to Hobbiton. "Why of course we do, ma'am. And if we dont, we will find one. That's my motto-'Always make room for a lady.'" Celandine supressed a laugh. She picked up her bag from the grimy floor and followed Barliman Butterbur to her room, a dome shaped structure looking and feeling very much like a hobbit hole. There were a few cozy looking paintings on the walls, and some coals were glowing deep red in the fireplace.
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