Like the dwarves, Mithrellas lost her home and family to the inferno all those years ago. Unlike them, she's not so eager to venture to the Lonely Mountain. She's haunted by the life taken from her too early. Knowing she needs to overcome her heartb...
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Bree, 2941 of the Third Age
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Dark eyes observed the cloaked figures trudge through the muddy streets.
It was raining, a cold, heavy, drenching night rain; a sign of spring to come for the northwest of Middle Earth. The town of Bree had transformed into a pig's sty since the sun had bedded down early and given passage to the storm clouds.
The slender figure had patiently remained in the alley since the mid-afternoon, dark eyes peering beneath the hood. They were playing the part of a shadow, waiting for the arrival of a person who had no idea they were expected. A few passers-by glanced over the silhouette curiously, but many were used to mysterious figures in the town of Bree.
A loaded cart sloshed through the mud in front of the figure, momentarily blocking their view of the path from the main gate. They had been told their quarry should arrive from that entrance to the town. Not only that, but whom they awaited would be easy to tell apart from Bree's usual inhabitants.
As another horse being led by its master passed by her line of sight, the figure cloaked by shadow pinpointed who they had been waiting for.
The stocky individual, also cloaked against the cool rain, stomped up the street with heavy footfalls. They carried a bulky pack on their broad shoulders and a hood covered their face. However, as the dark eyes continued to watch the traveler from the shadows, they caught sight of clear blue eyes and hooked nose hiding underneath the hood.
The figure's lips minutely upturned in a quick smile before they slipped out from the alleyway and onto the street. They maintained a decent distance between themselves and their quarry, always keeping the dwarf within their sights. Then, the dwarf stopped just outside the loud and bright inn.
The Prancing Pony was conveniently located on the main street that ran the length of Bree. This made the inn easy enough to find for meetings between distant travelers. It was not a place of business for well-to-do persons who found themselves in the small town, nor was the small inn popular amongst the locals. However, for the road-weary traveler who wished to remain anonymous, it was the perfect fit. Thus was its purpose this night.
The figure watched as the dwarf ducked into the welcoming doorway. Perfect; the first part of their job was unknowingly done for them by the Dwarf Prince. The figure waiting a few moments to scan the people still milling about. They caught sight of a tall bald man briskly walking toward the inn, eyes intent on where the Dwarf had just been.
Baldie walked up to another yet larger man who wore a fur vest and was greeted by a punch to the arm. The newcomer put a heavy arm around the other and they walked into the inn speaking with their head together.
The figure watched the doorway for another moment before swiftly making their way into the Prancing Pony. They stepped to the corner of the long bar and paused behind the back of a man with a tall grey hat.
