Updated on November 24th of 2010.
Lavender Hill Inn
Welcome to one of Middle-Earth most celebrated Inns, Lavender Hill, is a gorgeous elven overlooking the wonderful village of Rivendell.
Come and enjoy a delightfully warm fire, placed in the center of the main hall. At sunset watch nature's light show from beneath our breathtaking trees. Take a morning walk through the lush flower gardens. Sleep in a completely comfortable guest room. Wake in the morning to a full home-cooked breakfast. Be filled with friendship as you share experiences with fellow guests and travelers.
Also, plan to attend one of our many games that are available in behind the Lavender Hill Inn.
We hope that you enjoy your stay at the Lavender Hill Inn!
Bloodied faces. Orphaned children. Weary travelers. These were a few of the many types of things and people that Amara had seen in the Lavender Hill Inn, in which she had an occupation. She was the Inn-Keeper's daughter -- Daughter of Mirdrel Linwe. He was a highly respectable man, due to all of the people he had let stay in his inn. When he passed away, everything was placed in Amara's small hands. Many times, she was mocked and pushed around, due to her being half elf and half human. She didn't ever quite understand, but she knew that someday... She would have to just deal with everything that was thrown at her. All of the harsh words, all of the trials and tribulations. So far, she was doing a very good job at it.
The morning sun rose over the large trees in Mirkwood, bringing in rays of light into the beautiful wood. Hearing birds chirping through her bedroom window, Amara slowly rose from her lying position in her bed. She sat up straight and blinked a few times, letting her crystal-blue eyes scan over her surroundings -- A room that was in dire need of some cleaning. Father would have been quite upset at me, if he had ever seen my room like this... Amara thought to herself. She sighed a bit, trying to just shrug off the feeling she got, whenever she thought back to when her father was alive. Pain and loneliness. She hated that he was gone. He always had given her joy and peace of mind.
After getting ready for the day and giving her poor room some attention, Amara slowly walked downstairs to the main hall and started cleaning off the counters a bit. She knew that travelers would be coming soon and even regular customers, for her very special ale which came straight from Hobbiton. (She had quite a few connections from there...)
She was ready for them.