The White Tower Pub and Inn

[Dorlas]

He grinned. "Obviously not Gondors side, would I hide before them otherwise?" He raised an eye brow. "You are so curious, that you forget to jump off the car and run home?" He chuckled and turned to the front. "I am from Enedwaith."

[Katherin]

Katherin scooped her dark hair back from her face and slid back up onto the barrel, gripping the sides to keep from falling off. "Enedwaith?" She asked, ignoring his comment about forgetting to jump off. "That's a pretty rough place I hear. Is it anything like Haradwaith?"

[Dorlas]

He laughed. "No, nothing is like Haradwaith, I guess. It is ... well, yes it was rough, but not very unlike Arnor. It is barren grassland mainly. Not fresh and green like Rohan, though. And the people are wild and for their own. Long time clans ruled the area. Lady Ilmare united them under one banner, gave them an identity." He looked to her. "She rescued my life and I gave her my loyality for that."

[Katherin]

Katherin nodded slowly, somewhat understanding what he was talking about. "Lady Ilmare? I heard she was killed some time back by the king of Gondor. Is that why you're here?" She asked hesitantly.

[~Tom~]

Slowly Murazor crept out of the shadows with his horse following , having tied the reins to some pole , he opened the door and entered he wasnt noticed as the room wass busuling with music and mad men gouingon about there missed chances in life.Finally he managed to get to the bar where he ordered a good old ale and slowly traveled through the maze of people to a table in the cornour where he whipped out his pipe and lit it and started puffing smoke rings and sipping his ale.

[Eowyn]

Riders from Ithilien came up the street to Minas Tirith. Their banner was floating in the Wind. Long it had been that the Lordship of Ithilien visited the White City since the destruction by the Dragon and Lord Dindaedels host. Now the guardians at the gate cheered at the small group of rider and opened immediatly the path, bowing deep before the Lady, who rode on top of them. She was gained with armour, shield and sword as if she was riding into battle. The men of Gondor gazed at her and whispered. Eowyn grinned. Tonight the pubs would be full of stories about her and her deeds. And she turned to her men and gave order to find a place for the night. She followed the street all the way up to the White Tower Pub and Inn.

Eowyn dismounted and gave her steed into the hands of a stable boy. "Take care for him but be friendly. He does not like unfriendly people surround him. Don't forget, he is trained for war, so better stay away from his hoofes and teeth." The boy widened his eyes frightened, nodded and lead the mount away. The Lady of Ithilien entered the Pub and walked straight through the crowd. The men and women fell suddenly silent, some recalled her and honoured her with a greeting. Eowyn replyed the greetings and took seat near the fire place.

[~Tom~]

Murazor looked up at the sudden drop of sound , it was quiet for a moement, he raised his brow , then he saw the cause. The lady of Ithilien had come to the Pub long had it been since she was last in the white city , or so he heard . she seemed to of wandered out of time to some , after her great deed .He shook his head and continued to smoke his pipe .

[Eowyn]

The crowd started again to laugh and shout. Somebody started to sing, obviously drunk and a couple more joined him. The people clapped their hands and cheered and Eowyn was quickly forgotten, just one more of the Lordships who often went into the White Tower pub.
She watched the merry beeing with a smile and ordered an ale for herself.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir pushed the door open and walked in looked around as he sat at a table nad ordered a drink he searched his pockets for a pipe and had found non his sighed and sat back he had left khand for good He was a wanderer again

[Envin]

Aragorn walked into the Pub of an evening, tired from placating statesmen and catering to the needs of the people of his realm. A cold ale would suit quite well. Perhaps followed with a pipe as well. He walked up to the bar and was quickly handed a large tankard, for his favourite was well known, and he made his way across the crowd to a corner table. He swilled away at his drink, and lit his pipe, smoking comfortably. His keen Ranger senses had never been lost, and he noticed among the crowd those few that carried themselves well: The White Lady, Lancir, and in his corner Murazor. He sat in silence, wreathed in smoke, waiting to see what might transpire.

[~Tom~]

Murazor looked at Aragorn through his new eyes , it was amusing really , he really is what Aragorn was , and to himself a shadow of his former power, only one knew who he really was , and then again only Murazor knew that he lived.

Now then what to do , should he make his pece with Aragorn son of Arathorn , or dose he start again , then he shrugged and continued to smoke his pipe and drink his ale , then he felt a slight tingle in his fingers he had neverr felt before.

[Envin]

It had been quite some time since Aragorn had met Murazor, and in the fleeting glances which Elessar threw across the room, he caught Murazor's eye, and it seemed as though the Lord was undecided about speaking with him. So he decided for him, taking up his mug and clenching tight his pipe with his teeth, and walking over to the opposite corner, where he stood beside Murazor and asked if he might sit down.

[Eowyn]

Eowyn saw Aragorn entering the room and cheered. It had been long that they met and she badly wanted to company him. She saw that he was heading towards another table, where a men was already sitting. She grapped her mug of ale, came over to them and layed slightly a hand on Aragorns upper arm. She looked at the stranger on the table, smiled and asked him: "Is it rude to keep you company as well?"

[~Tom~]

Murazor by now was speechless then he kicked out one stool then another and said "You need not ask me to sit my lady and lord " he then slowly drew back his hood ,and wrappe dhis pipe back up and placed it in his pocket , slowly he took his mug and sipped a bit of ale.

[Envin]

OK, I thought Murz had the same face but different clothes. Just pretend now that I don't know who he is.

"Thou hast all the look of one of my northen kin, good fellow, but I fear that I have yet to meet thee and make thy aquaintance. I am called Aragorn, and would be proud to know thee. This is the Lady Eowyn, wife of my steward Faramir, and a noble woman. It is good to see thee again, White Lady," he added, turning to Eowyn and pressing her hand warmly. Then he sat down, slapped his tankard upon the table, and stretched at length, smoking at his ease. He offered his pipe to the stranger, for surely none of the Dunedain of the North would turn away good Longbottom Leaf.