A/N: Thanks for the review Writer from Rivendale!
Disclaimer: I own Avaryen, her horse berry and the pub and the guy she
talks to!! I OWN SOMETHING!!! Hahaha.. I don't want to own Bree.
kk.. here we go. (sorry bout the short chapter)
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A strong stench of ale and filth hit me as I neared the new gates of Bree.
"Name and Purpose Missus" A hoarse voice questioned
"Avaryen of the Shire, visiting. Sir"
"All right. c'mon in!" Turning a creaky bolt he waved his hand inside in an
odd welcoming behaviour. I patted Berry's head to move on.
'Bree being the chief village of Bree land, a small inhabited region, like an island in the empty lands round about.' Just as Mr. Bagginses book described it as. Though his description of the people differed, Brown haired, broad shoulders; yes. friendly looking. no. A dismal darkness hung in the air. Men and women lay on the ground, drunk. Their clothes torn and had an odious stench. Dirt dripped from signs and window panes. I felt as if I had entered a neglected graveyard. I urged an opposing Berry to move on.
THE WHITE HORSE
A Stable and a Room
With pub + pints
I trotted to the back of the inn and tied Berry to one of then poles. Walking back to the front and pushed open the doors. An empty place. rather strange, all the other inns were filled with ugly drunkards and swine's. The wood under my feet creaked as I stepped over to a high table. My head barely reached the top of the table. I cleared my throat hoping to get some attention. Nothing. "AhEM!" I tried again, louder. "Who's there!?" A startled voice relied "I would like to stay for the night." I replied, unsure of who I was talking to. A large figure stepped into the light. A Bree- man by the looks of it. Brown haired big shouldered, he had a 'un-admirable' appearance too, though much better than the rest of the folk here! Wearing a white shirt that was tight around his big stomach, stained washed out pants; he approached me with a curious look. I took out 3 gold coins from my bag and held it out. "How much will it be?" "Those 3 gold coins will do missus. heheh" He took the coins from my hand and walked over to the table behind me. He bend down and took out a sign board; 'OCCUPIED'. "Just so the others know missus." Snatching the signboard off him I waited for him to show me the room. After a few awkward seconds. "Well. where is my room?" "Oh yes! Third door on the left, second floor missus" He said gesturing to the stairs "Thank you." I said about to move "Have you a horse missus?" "I already hitched him up at the back." I said moving up the stairs.
I heard him shaking the gold coins in his fist murmuring about more pints. Shaking my head in pity I opened the door to my room.
'Bree being the chief village of Bree land, a small inhabited region, like an island in the empty lands round about.' Just as Mr. Bagginses book described it as. Though his description of the people differed, Brown haired, broad shoulders; yes. friendly looking. no. A dismal darkness hung in the air. Men and women lay on the ground, drunk. Their clothes torn and had an odious stench. Dirt dripped from signs and window panes. I felt as if I had entered a neglected graveyard. I urged an opposing Berry to move on.
THE WHITE HORSE
A Stable and a Room
With pub + pints
I trotted to the back of the inn and tied Berry to one of then poles. Walking back to the front and pushed open the doors. An empty place. rather strange, all the other inns were filled with ugly drunkards and swine's. The wood under my feet creaked as I stepped over to a high table. My head barely reached the top of the table. I cleared my throat hoping to get some attention. Nothing. "AhEM!" I tried again, louder. "Who's there!?" A startled voice relied "I would like to stay for the night." I replied, unsure of who I was talking to. A large figure stepped into the light. A Bree- man by the looks of it. Brown haired big shouldered, he had a 'un-admirable' appearance too, though much better than the rest of the folk here! Wearing a white shirt that was tight around his big stomach, stained washed out pants; he approached me with a curious look. I took out 3 gold coins from my bag and held it out. "How much will it be?" "Those 3 gold coins will do missus. heheh" He took the coins from my hand and walked over to the table behind me. He bend down and took out a sign board; 'OCCUPIED'. "Just so the others know missus." Snatching the signboard off him I waited for him to show me the room. After a few awkward seconds. "Well. where is my room?" "Oh yes! Third door on the left, second floor missus" He said gesturing to the stairs "Thank you." I said about to move "Have you a horse missus?" "I already hitched him up at the back." I said moving up the stairs.
I heard him shaking the gold coins in his fist murmuring about more pints. Shaking my head in pity I opened the door to my room.