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ElentariGreenleaf

02-10-2003, 08:13 AM

OCC: Ok, this isn't the same Sofya as in Holiday in the Sun. I based that character on this chracter

All was normal in the inn. It had been a while since she had been here. Sofiya had considered adventure, but realised she had friends here now.

"Pio," said the young Elf. "How are you doing?" Sofiya's grey eyes looked in amazement at how much Pio's belly had grown.

"I'm fine thankyou." replied the elf. "Would you like a free ale?" Pio grabbed a mug and moved towards the ale 'tap'.

"Oh, no thiankyou Pio." said Sofiya quickly to save Pio the trouble of having an ale with no one to drink it. "I just come here to listen to stories and make friends." Pio smiled and Sofiya walked towards a vacant table. She had no tales to tell, but maybe she could sing...

I've dreamt of traveling near and far,
but nowhere has my dream led.
Maybe one day I'll travel somewhere,
but now I'll stay and make some friends.

Some nearby people, mostly hobbits, loeked towards where the pretty voice came from. Sofiya didn't realise she could sing so well. The people liked it. Sofiya knew not to get on the wrong side of a crowd, so she kept singing.

Good people hear my tale of woe,
My family sailed to valar.
But I would not leave this land of joy,
For it is so beautiful and wonderful.

One day, I'll leave,
But I wont leave yet.
For friends I've made, no friends I had,
Good hobbits hear my tale.

Sofiya had never before realised how much she liked singing. Maybe she would continue later if someone asked her to.

Frodo Baggins

02-10-2003, 10:15 AM

Cromthal noticed Rirrym smiling at him. You better ask now, you may not get another chance He thought to himself. He smiled a small smile at Rirrym and took a deep breath. Your a clumsy, shy, weak bard that was sent away by his master! He'd never ask you to do anything! the other side of his mind said.

"Rir..." he began and then checked himself. Rirrym looked at him.

"Yes?"

Cromthal knew he had a talent for saying the wrong thing and the wrong time, maybe it would be wise not to say anything. NOW! he thought

"Rirrym." he began again, his mouth had suddenly gone dry. "You need a travelling companion and I need someone to keep me out of trouble. The kind I cause and the kind that just seems to find me. W-would you be interested in.....joining me in any adverntures we may encounter in our wandering ways?"

Vague, as usual. he thought. He never had been able to say exactly what he meant. Hopefully Rirrym knew what he was suggesting.

Himaran

02-10-2003, 11:30 AM

Bali sat down at the table with a long sigh of relief. "What was that about," asked Burzdol. "Hpmmh, just a little mishap with an elf, nothing to get excited about."

Then he noticed the tall, dark stranger sitting at the table with them, talking low tones to the Lady Nostalwen. Erulon was chatting amiably with Elwen, trying to act like nothing had happened.

Bali sat back and sipped his drink. It was a nice inn, but he already grown tired of the cramped courters, filled with elves - ELVES! If he had been alone with that meddling firstborn for a few minutes outside, the elf would not be a pretty sight to look at. If he tries anything like that again he'll meet a little friend I call Axehead pretty quick!

In truth, Bali longed to be on the open road again, traipsing around unknown paths. Outside, that was what he needed - a breath of fresh air. He excused himself from the table, and walked over to the door. Putting on his coat and grabbing his axe, he slipped out of the inn.

The night air felt good to his hot body. The moon was full and the sky cloudless. Small puffs of breath drifted from his mouth as Bali walked around the lamp-lit yard.

After staying outside for about an hour, he returned to the inn and found his friends all at the same table. Sitting, he sipped at his ale, only to find that it was warm. He went over to the bar and was about to order another, but then stopped himself.
That has been enough ale for one night!

Eruantalon

02-10-2003, 12:03 PM

Erlon had seen how Balin was upsetted by the work of the mischifious Elf. Balin sat down at the table and then got up to get some air.

"Elwen see that prankster Elf over there." He said in a wisper to here.

"If you and your friend want a good laugh watch what happens next."

Balin was outside for the moment and Erulon devised a plan. He took out a purse of coins. Then at the edge of the table he stacked some. Turning to get his Ale he knocked some over in the direction of the Elf. They whent just where he wanted. Erulon put his hand in his pocket and made his way over.

He kneeled down behind the Elf sitting at the table. When the Elf turned his head to the left Erulon put a small blue tablet in his drink. The Elf didn't even notice it. He kept on drinking as Erulon got the last of his coins.

Balin came back in and sat down. "Balin if you want to have a good laugh please look over to the Elf that triped you earlier."

"Balin looked at him and squinted his eyes. What am I looking at orther than a fool who would play dirty jokes on good people."

"Watch him now Balin keep an eye it will happen soon."

They sat there looking for a few moments when the Elf had started to make a gurgling sound. Then blue foam came out of his mouth lots of blue stick foam. It made his whole mouth numb so he couldn't speak.

"Erulon did you do that!" Questioned Balin.

"I have no idea what you mean. I was just looking out that window behind him as where you. But it is funny don't you think. A proper fool should look like one."

Balin and Erulon had a long harty laugh as the Elf whent running around trying to stop the foaming.

"What was that Erulon?"

Now he cam in and wispered to the table. "It is a strange sap that grows by the Blue mountians. It is use to numb a wound. You put it into ale and it foams. Your supposed to us water but I have had the bad luck to have nothing but ale around. You melt it into the water and it numbs the area of the wound. It only works for ten minutes."

astarielle

02-10-2003, 03:09 PM

Astarielle sat alone at the bar, wondering. She took a slow sip of ale and gazed around. A warm smile grew on her face as she heard a tune she had learnt as a child, long ago.It was played by someone with a flute. She nodded as the boy had played it perfectly.

Astarielle liked it here but felt she must go. She knew she would be back soon but when is anyone's guess. But only a guess, for Astarielle travels were ere the wind blows, never knowing where she'll end up but always knows exactly were she has been.

She paused......reluctant to go.

Burzdol

02-10-2003, 03:56 PM

Burzdol sat and watched the dwarf and man laugh at an elf over farther. I wonder what's wrong with that elf, wait a minute, thats just tree sap from a northern tree. Hah, he'll be numb for a bit. Laughing to himself he kept watching.

"Would you excuse me for a moment please," he said to the maidens at the table, "I'll be back in a moment. Good, I got away for a bit. At least getting drinks gives me an excuse to leave. The long haired elf pondered his father's death. How could this happen, how? He went up to the bar and ordered eight ales, knowing Bali's habits. As he waited he listened to a close table.

"....and I ran to the troll and hacked it with my axe....hiccup....he didn't stand a chance...." the dwarf trailed into a drunken slumber. Roars of laughter at him arose from the table.

"Here are your drinks," the bar tender said as he handed him a tray filled with drinks.

"Thank you," he said as he paid for the ale. Burzdol walked over to the table.

"Ah, more ale," Bali said as soon as he saw the elf.

"Yeah, hear you go, I thought you would want some extra."

"It looks like you know me better than me, hah!" The jolly dwarf rolled with laughter, "I'm just joking, hah hah hah."

"I just thought you would want some. Here Eruantalon," he said as the man took one.

"Thanks."

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Frodess

02-10-2003, 07:01 PM

"Sir," said Champignonne politeley to Drago when the two returned. "Would you like a blanket? It is my extra for my journey. You seem in need. Ellie, eh, she said you were very wet when you came here. We don't want you to catcha cold." As she said this, with the charming smell of mushroom soup wafting throughout the inn, she thought about his confession. *Each to his own* she thought, and though she knew little of the world and magic, she would not hold this against him.

Champignonne had perceived the two very carefully. She had wondered that they had not traveled with each other, for Ellie had such a familiar tone, but then, maybe that was her way.

Elladan Peredhil

02-10-2003, 07:26 PM

Rirrym put a hand to his lips, swallowing the last of his food before responding. Cromthal must be a mindreader too... he thought to himself. Not daring himself to speak, he merely nodded his assent to travel with Cromthal when they would eventually leave the Inn.

As the bartender arriveed, he thanked him for the delicious food and payed for his meal with a small silver piece he had collected along his travels. He collected his change -- a few copper pieces -- and dropped them into his leather coin pouch. It suddenly occurred to him that he still had to pay for a room -- he hoped there were still some vacancies for the night. "Have you booked a room yet?" he asked Cromthal.

"Yes I have, I did that almost as soon as I arrived. That's where I placed all my belongings besides my harp before coming to dinner," Cromthal replied.

"Oh, right.." Rirrym said. He'd been so preoccupied when he arrived that it hadn't occurred to him to get a place to sleep for the night before now. Well, if worst comes to worst, you can always sleep outside under the oak tree... It would serve you right to sleep there for all your foolishness... Luckily, it turned out there was still a room available, and he hurriedly paid for it, emptying out the copper coins he had recently accrued. He patted his now-empty pouch absentmindedly. I guess you'll be living the hard life from now on, Rirrym...

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theWhiteLady

02-10-2003, 08:13 PM

The golden head lifted slowly, and Laurie looked around with unseeing eyes at the company surrounding her. How long had she sat there? She could not say... While she had sat, the vision had come to her again. It was stronger, more vivid. She wore the delicate clasp in her hair while her eyes searched over the sea. The waves broke upon the shore with a pounding noise.. or were they calling to her? Laurie could not know the difference. She only knew that she wished to go forward but stood rooted to the ground.

It took a conscience effort for Laurie to return to the inn. She had willed herself back to reality, and the dream made up her mind for her. For a simple girl from the fields of humble Rohan, this was too much, too strange. Laurie picked up her skirts and headed for the rooms. She slipped inside the door that she knew led to Pio's room and sat down to await the innkeeper to arrive.

Frodo Baggins

02-10-2003, 08:29 PM

Cromthal's eyes widened as he saw Rirrym's empty pouch. He frowned a moment.

"Innkeeper," he began "please give Master Rirrym his money back. He shall share my room."

Rirrym gaped at Cromthal as if he had spoken a curse.
"Cromthal are you sure about that?"

Cromthal just laughed, "Of course, my dear Rirrym! My room is much too large for just me, and I have more money anyway." He handed Rirrym his money back. "Here you go."

Elladan Peredhil

02-10-2003, 09:05 PM

Rirrym blushed. "I don't know what to say.. Thank you.." He placed the copper coins back in his pouch, silently vowing to somehow repay Cromthal for his kindness. He looked up, an idea of how to start that repayment coming to mind. "Can I at least buy you another drink then?"

Cromthal accepts the offer and they both toast to the future. As Rirrym finishes his pint, he stiffles a yawn, placing a thin-fingered hand over his mouth. "Excuse me... It's been a long day..."

Frodo Baggins

02-10-2003, 09:37 PM

Rirrym had caught Cromthal in the midst of an exceptionally large yawn.

"Oh excuse me. I guess I am more tired than I thought. Yes bed sounds like a good idea."

As they were heading back to the room, Rirrym asked."If I may be so forward, Cromthal, How do you have so much money?"

Cromthal smiled "My master gave me a goodly amount when I left, and I have used some of it. However, at times, I used my bardic or healing talents to pay for lodging in the odd farmhouse or inn."

"Oh it's cold in this room." He continued. "I assure you, Master Rirrym, I do not snore except when I have a headcold, and I am not at all ill now." Cromthal smirked, helping Rirrym turn down the bed. "And don't be worried about your snoring, if you do, I'm a rather hard sleeper."

Cromthal quickly stripped down to the white linen shift he wore under his robe and climbed in bed. Curling up into his customary ball and pulling the sheet and quilt nearly over his head.

Hirilaelin

02-11-2003, 12:54 AM

Hiri looked around and saw Astarielle sitting at the bar, sipping her drink and looking quite alone. Walking over, she sat down next to her and ordered another ale. Astarielle turned her head and looked at Hiri, then smiled. "Hullo there! I thought that you had abandoned me."

Embarassed, Hiri hung her head. "I am really most sorry. But please, do not leave. I am planning to spend a night at the inn, and it would be nice to have someone to talk to tomorrow. Will you stay?"

astarielle

02-11-2003, 07:30 AM

"Well I suppose I could stay a while longer." said Astarielle in a soft tone. She sat back down and dipped her finger into the froth on the top of the ale. Lifting it up slowly and looking at it inquisitively she said, "I do believe the barrel needs changing."

Hiri looked surprised but refrained from asking why Astarielle knew this because she already knew the answer, Astarielle was of course an elf.

"Well where have you been all this time, and what have you talked about?"

Himaran

02-11-2003, 08:29 AM

Bali watched with laughter as the elf stumbled around the room, spitting out, coughing up and choking on blue foam. That will teach him to hurt little hobbit girls!

He was about to take a drink but stopped himself. I've had enough for one night "So, does anyone have a good story to tell?"

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Mithadan

02-11-2003, 11:11 AM

The Shirriff trudged in again, grumbling under his breath about the Mayor not knowing the difference between a Bounder and the Shire Post. His feather waved as he shook his head in disgust. Nonetheless, he had a task to perform and he took his position seriously.

He stomped over to the bulletin board, withdrew a scroll from his pouch and posted it prominently at the end of the bar. The patrons of The Green Dragon crowded about to read the notice. It read:

"Greetings, denizens of The Shire, Rohan and Gondor. It has now been nearly three months since the Three Realms were established and all storytellers, adventurers and patrons of the Inns are invited to post their comments concerning the governance and efficacy of the Realms. Your comments may be made HERE. (http://forum.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=21&t=000012) Please stop by and tell us what you think and make your suggestions."

Elladan Peredhil

02-11-2003, 12:27 PM

Rirrym slipped behind a small partition to change for bed. When he returned, he discovered Cromthal already curled up and, by the sounds of the deep, steady breathing, fast asleep.

He took a minute to look over the room -- Cromthal was right, it was more than large enough for two people to sleep comfortably. It had a homely feel to it, and he could well imagine himself being comfortable there for weeks on end.

The bed looked comfortable, but he decided he'd rather spend his first night sleeping in a rocking chair with his feet propped up against a small footstool. This certainly beats sleeping out in the cold on the back of a horse... he mused as he made himself comfortable, proping a pillow behind his head. It was then that he looked at the nightstand beside the bed which held a lit lantern. Perhaps I should turn down the light for the night...

With a sigh and a stretch, Rirrym tip-toed across the creaky floorboards and pulled a couple of blankets from a small cupboard, draping one over Cromthal to keep him warm through the night and taking the other one to use for himself. With an exhaling breath aimed at the flame, darkness descended upon the room and Rym remained where he was for a few moments to allow his eyes to adjust.

Even allowing time for his eyes to adjust didn't seem to help him as he still managed to stub his toe on the edge of the bed, leaving tiny stars appearing in front of his vision as pain seared up his leg, leaving him hopping on the spot. Curses... he thought to himself as he tried to hold his tongue to prevent himself from screaming a few obsenities out loud. I hope Cromthal was right and he really is a heavy sleeper. I'd hate to wake him up now, after he was looking so tired... Luckily for him, Cromthal had been true to his word when he had said he did not wake easily. Eventually the pain dulled enough to allow him to hobble across the room towards the rocking chair to settle for the night. His toe would probably be black and blue in the morning, but right now he was too exhausted to care.

Just before sleep took him, he whispered to his companion: "Good night, Cromthal. May you have pleasant dreams until you wake tomorrow morning."

Lyra Greenleaf

02-11-2003, 01:18 PM

Ellie sniffed the air. "Mmm, I smell-"
"MUSHROOMS!" Champignonne chimed in. The two smiled at each other.
"Now I think about it, that cheese was not much for three Hobbits" Ellie said slowly and thoughtfully.
"Indeed no" agreed Champignonne.
"So, shall we see about getting some?"
"I think we should."
Chattering eagerly, the two started to walk away.

Suddenly Ellie remembered Drago, who was sitting looking wistfully after them. He looked so wet and...alone that she felt pity for him. Feeling very saintly by giving up the mushrooms, she said to him "I am so sorry Drago, you are still wet through!"

Taking his hand she pulled him out of his seat.
"You must change immediately. Come, they showed me the way to the rooms. Champignonne, get enough mushrooms for three!"

Durelin

02-11-2003, 01:31 PM

Durelin chuckled, "Brothers and sisters are hard work to keep up with. I came here with a similar goal, my searching ended only moments ago, but my journey is different than yours..." The elf again looked haunted with the guilt and heavy sorrow radiating from him, but he shook himself out of it.
"My sister," he swallowed his words, he was having trouble speaking. He tried several times more opening his mouth but no words came out.
"I'm sorry..." began Galadh.
"No, no, I am," replied Durelin suddenly finding his voice. "My sister fell onto a dark path, there was no bringing her back, she only wanted power and death...but now she has met her end."

For a moment Galadh thought she saw a look of triumph on his face, that of after a victory gained with the losses of many.
"Well, enough of that dark talk. I must tell of Lorien, my home. It is the most beautiful place, full of all that is green and good. The golden leaves of the mallorn scattered on the ground like a golden dust sprinkled in the lush grasses. The fair young maidens dance in the trees' shade as flowers spring up at their feet, gathering them to put in their hair. And all the lads with their bows each trying to kill a rabbit on the run in sight of the girl he favors. Laughing at the others mistakes only to do the same. Ah, but it was fun to watch them, and remember when I did as them. But that was long ago, and there are no more children. For the elf’s time is over, so they say. Yes, my people are leaving these shores. But I stay, and my friends say I am stubborn. I have not lived all of my time yet on this Middle Earth, and there are many new things I have yet to discover. Like about Gondor, I have long thought of traveling there. Ah, I hear such wonderful tales of the White City. Have you seen it? Even if not, I would love to hear of your home."

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arelendil

02-11-2003, 02:03 PM

"Greetings Erulon, I am happy to see you have returned." Elwen laughed. "That was an interesting trick you played just now. Though i'm not sure how fair it was, it was rather funny!"

Elwen smile at the new arrivals and the old ones too! She once more moved the bow that sat across her lap and played with the curls about her face. Quickly her nimble fingers plaited her hair and fasterned it at the bottom with a silver ribbon before flicking it behind her shoulder. The Lady Nostawen didn't seem at all curious about the new arrivals but Elwen was.

"Could I be boring and old fashion and ask for introductions before a story commences?" Elwen laughed with a twinkle in her eye. "I will go first. I am Elwen. I have journeyed far from Ithilien and on my travels met the fair lady Nostawen, who sits on my left."

Elwen nodded towards Nostawen. Dressed in forest green, her berry red slippers showed below the hem and her raven black hair fell in curls to the waist. She looked as beautiful as ever. Elwen was enjoying this, she liked to have a certain degree of control. The joy she felt spilled forth, her light increase and she laughed all the more. Elwen lent down and placed her silver bow on the floor besides her chair, before ajusting her midnight blue tunic and tucking loose strands of hair behind her delicatly pointed ears.

"This stranger on my right has newly joined us, he was about to tell us his name I believe but perhaps others would prefer to go first."

Hirilaelin

02-11-2003, 02:22 PM

"I really am sorry Astar," said Hiri, quite ashamed of abandoning her new friend. "I didn't mean to... Well... You know. I was just talking to some other people, but they all left. I really am very sorry."

She looked imploringly up into Astarielle's eyes, hoping that she was not too unhappy with her.

Burzdol

02-11-2003, 05:29 PM

Eruantalon started telling an old tale. Suddenly Burzdol stared at a pretty maiden walking by the bar.

"Sorry, but would you excuse me for a moment I see a friend of mine," with that Burzdol excused himself from the table and walked over.

"Hello again."

"Oh, thats where you went," she said, "I need to talk to you."

"You see that elf over there?" she pointed to the foaming mouthed elf.

"Yeah. What about him?"

"Don't mess with him. He saw us talking a while back. And he doesn't like to take these type things lightly. He thinks he is a little more than he is and is quite annoying."

"Why would he care if we talk?"

"Just because."

"What's that in your hands?" he said as he noticed as he looked down.

"Just my favorite book, nothing much."

"Who is it?"

"A dwarven writer by the name of Belre' Iceledge. The book is The Tales Of Moria."

"Hey Burzdol come back over, you have to hear this," Bali yelled across the room.

Burzdol bid a farewell to the maiden and walked to the table. He listened to the story, though said nothing. His mindtrailed about Eltor, his father, and Bali's enbarkment. He really liked Eltor, but didn't really know much about her. Then he wondered about that elf. Why would it matter if we talked. I think there's more to this elf than meets the eye. Bali and Elwen's laughter broke his thoughts.

"Pass me an ale please."

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Orual

02-11-2003, 08:58 PM

"Even if life was longer I'd eat dessert first," Rie laughed as she reached for a cookie. They were quite good, very much up to Green Dragon standard. In a word, they were unlike the burnt disasters that she was often responsible for. Breakfasts she could generally handle--eggs, toast, bacon, and sandwiches, of course. But anything past that was quite beyond what her mother had taught her.

"Look! Pio's serving up free ale. Let's grab us a couple of pints and sit down there, by the window," Derufin exclaimed.

"I'm very much in favor of an ale, especially free," Rie said with a grin. They went up to the bar, and there was a short line. "Personally, I'm glad Pio's back," the redhead stated in a quiet voice, looking very sage. "She'll be having those miyât soon, I don't doubt, and she's really not in a condition to be travelling," she added, in her wise twin voice, suggesting that she knew everything about twins and having twins, being one. She nodded wisely. "Oh, bother, I left my purse up in my room. Can I pay you back?" she asked, searching her belt for her missing moneybag. A little flush rose into her cheeks.

Frodo Baggins

02-11-2003, 09:02 PM

Home......the beautiful snow covered mountains that glowed in the sunrise....the sigh of wind through the pine trees.....

Cromthal woke swiflty from his dream, and was grieved to find that it was only a dream. Something had awakened him, but he wasn't sure what. *Thunk* Cromthal felt his heart skip a beat. The sound had come from just outside the door. Where was Rirrym? Over there in the rocking chair. Cromthal wondered why he as sleeping there.

A rustling sound was coming from outside the door. Cromthal, trembling and breifly noticing the blanket he had not put on the bed, slipped out of bed and dug Caladbolg, his sword, out of his luggage.

"Cromthal, what are you doing?"

Already tense, Cromthal nearly jumped out of his skin at Rirrym's voice. "Afraid I would bite, Rirrym?" he asked shakily.

"What are you doing?"

I heard something outside the room, Rirrym, in the corridor."

"Go back to sleep, Cromthal, you were dreaming." Rirrym continued. Then they both heard it, a rustling, a thump and a bit of a scraping sound on the door. Rirrym stood up, Cromthal froze and shrank aganst the wall. In a very quiet, shaky whisper he said "Now you and I heard it and we were both wide awake. What is it?"

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piosenniel

02-11-2003, 09:23 PM

Pio had finished with tending to the patrons. She had turned the rest of the evenings duties over to Cami and one of the servers. She was tired after the long ride and the constant demands of the guests. ‘I really must find my replacement soon.’ She murmured to herself.

Hanging her apron on the peg near the kithchen door, she went in and found some fruits and sliced seedcake to pile on a plate. She grabbed a bottle of Dorwinion wine and a glass and hurried through the door to her rooms.

It was dark, the only light that of the moon streaming through the window in the front room. Sitting her plate and wine on the desk near the entry, she fumbled in one of the drawers for a flint and lit the small lamp of the wall by the door. ‘There, that’s better!’

A small sound came to her ears, something scraped across the floor some distance behind her, across the room. Her hand went to the knife beneath her sleeve, She drew it quickly as she blew out the lamp.

‘Who’s there?!’ she hissed quietly into the shadows, turning toward the source of the sound.

Himaran

02-11-2003, 09:28 PM

Outside the cheery inn, the wind blew hard. A storm was coming. Narry a traveler could be seen on the road, for all were indoors, enjoying hot drinks around the fire.

All except one. A young man, fair and tall with short blond hair, strode purposefully toward the lighted inn. He was dressed in black from head to toe, including his tough leather boots. Under his tunic was concealed a hard mail coat, that could resist even the sharpest arrow.

At his side the strange man wore a simple long broad-sword, but across his back two long knives were sheathed: his deadly throwing weapons, the mattocks. Reaching the inn door, he read the sign hanging above the door. The Green Dragon Inn. Just the place a dwarf would be...

With that he entered the building, slipping in with the skill of a trained assassin; making no noise and drawing no glances. Laying his sword aside, he concealed his knives under his belt and walked over the bar. As to not look conspicious, he ordered a drink, but only sipped at it a little; as he was not thirsty.

When the bartender brought him his drink, Kaldon, (for that was his name), leaned over the counter and spoke to him quietly.
"Sir, I happen to have an important message for a dwarf which I believe to be inside this inn. Have you seen one, perhaps?"

The burly man wiped his hands on a old, frayed towel before answering. "There's lots 'o dwarves inside the Green tonight, young man. Now let me see... there was one dwarf near the back of the inn awile ago, caused a right old uproar he did! He was over there," (he pointed across the room), "sitting at one of those back tables."

Kaldon paid for his drink, and slipped the bartender a healthy tip. "Thank you for the information." Eyeing the gold piece in his hand, the man commented that it was no problem at all; but Kaldon had already disappeared.

Envinyatar

02-11-2003, 10:04 PM

Supper with Rie had been enjoyable. He had laughed when she blushed, saying that surely Pio would stand them a meal for the hard work done. And it was so. The Elf was grateful that someone had fixed the roof for her.

It was nice to sit with a pretty young woman and forget the baggage of past memories. And she was young. So full of life and sureness, that he felt buoyed up in her hope for the future. She chatted on despite his often quiet lapses, filling him in on this guest and that. It was a momentary respite, as he knew it would be.

She had talked much about her twin brother, Talômi. What a fiery pair they seemed as he listened to her tales of him! He envied the parents that had the opportunity to raise them. Too soon, supper was done, and Rie had gone to visit with her friends. She had invited him, but a melancholy mood had come on him and he begged off, saying he was not good company for the evening.

Derufin went to the bar, and stood behind it taking orders from the thirsty guests. Pio had gone into the kitchen and Cami was showing someone to their room. He filled several pint mugs of amber ale and pushed them across the width of the bar top to the waiting customers. It was good to be active. It kept the thoughts away.

A momentary lull in the demands for drinks let him lean on the bar top. His eyes swept the room, watching the guests talking in groups of twos and threes. He steepled his fingers, resting them against his lips, elbows resting on the smooth top of the bar.

The Elf made her way from the kitchen to her rooms, her hands holding tight to a plate of food and a bottle of pale red wine. She smiled at him as she passed, pausing for a moment with a wince to let him feel how lively the twins were this evening. His hands moved over the lively pair, feeling them pummel their mother with glee. He grinned and stepped to open the door to her rooms for her, then closing it, stepped back to the bar. He thought about her babies. They would be beautiful, just as their mother. And if her sketch of Mithadan had been true, they would face the world clear-eyed and strong. A lucky man was Mithadan, he thought to himself.

A great longing assailed him as he thought of them. And he gripped the edge of the bar top to steady himself. Other faces came unbidden to him. He closed his eyes willing the images away.

Artalwen

02-11-2003, 10:06 PM

Arawyn pushed the door open and walked into the green dragon, pulling her hood off her jet-black hair, and shaking her hair. Her green eyes cautiously looked around at the now-familer place, and her eyes lit up from joy at visiting a familar place.

She pulled her cloak, now wet from the rain outside, off and hung it on a nearby coat rack.

It is delightfully good to be back.

She went up to the front counter, and a bright, energetic hobbit came up to the counter.

"What can I get ye?" the hobbit inquired.

Arawyn smiled. "Just a pint of hot cocoa, if ye have it. I'd be most thankful." she replied. The hobbit smiled, and went into the kitchen. Arawyn sat down on one of the stools to await the hobbit.

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Elladan Peredhil

02-11-2003, 11:15 PM

Rirrym hobbled towards the door, pulling out his silver pipe. If worst came to worst, he could use the pipe to club whoever was on the other side of the door. Then he saw the glint of steel from Cromthal's sword. "Maybe you'd be better off here, by the door, if you know how to use that weapon," he whispered across the room, just loudly enough for Cromthal to hear. I just hope it's not an elf on the other side of the door, although I doubt an elf would make so much noise...

"What happened to you?" Cromthal asked, dropping his sword. The sword made a dull *thud* sound as it hit the wooden floor, and it was enough to make the sounds from outside stop for a few moments.

Rirrym held his breath for a few seconds, and time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Cromthal didn't move, and Rirrym wondered if he was paralysed with fear. He suddenly remembered Cromthal's question. "I stubbed my toe, but it'll heal. Now, if you don't pick up that sword again, we might not survive the night. Toss it to me if you do not think you can handle it. I might not be very good with a sword, but I'm willing to try if it gives us a chance of seeing the dawn."

Frodo Baggins

02-12-2003, 07:05 AM

Cromthal dragged his sword off the floor.

"I am a healer you know. If we survive the next few moments, I'll have a look at that toe." He slipped silently across the floor with almost elven grace and stood between Rirrym and the door pressed aganst the wall as if to flatten himself there.

"Here" he handed Rirrym his carved oak staff. "Don't break your flute, if your going ot help me use this."
He held his sword up, gripping it tightly with both hands. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure whatever it was outside could hear it. Briefly, he wondered if he should light the lamp, but decided against it. They were better off if the thing, whatever it was outside, did not know that they knew it was here.

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theWhiteLady

02-12-2003, 08:15 AM

Pio entered the room softly, moving evenly towards a desk near the door before lighting a small lamp. Perhaps it was the cool night and the soft chorus of crickets singing outside the window, or maybe it was the exhaustion of the days activities. Whatever it was, Laurie's head was resting in the cup of her hand, propped up on the arm of Pio's chair. She lay in a slight doze, her thoughts light and free for the first time since that morning. Pio's entrance and the sliver of golden light that escaped inside when the Elf had opened the door was enough to bring Laurie from her sleep, but it took a moment to orient herself and remember why she was sleeping in a chair.

Laurie realized she had made more noise than she had intended, or perhaps the keen elf ears had picked up a sound which had escaped her own. Pio's voice hissed at her from the dark, "Who's there?!" Or was it Pio's? Laurie had never heard the kind woman speak so dark or dangerously. The young lady froze, afraid, when she saw the moonlight glitter off cold steel. What a great fool I am, groaned Laurie to herself before gathering her courage about her and speaking.

"Pio, it's me, Laurie," she began in a small voice, her eyes fixed on the knife. "You asked me to come to your room..." Laurie's voice trailed off, hoping this was indeed Pio the innkeeper.

piosenniel

02-12-2003, 03:22 PM

She resheathed the knife and quickly lit the lamp. ‘Come forward, Laurie and let me see you.’ she urged in a gentler voice. Her instincts had taken over at the sound behind her, and had not the girl spoken she would be dead by now. The familiar face, cheek creased where she had lain against the fingers of her hand, came into view.

‘You startled me for a moment, little one.’ she spoke to the anxious figure before her. Her hand went to the swell of her belly and she sent a thought of reassurance. Pio lit the other two lamps in the room, and bade Laurie clear away the small table between the two chairs in the room. ‘A favor, if you will, Laurie. Fetch another glass for yourself and bring it back. We’ll sit and have a snack and you can ask me what you will.’

As the young woman left the room, Pio opened the big window wide to the summer’s air, tying back the curtains so that the stars shone brightly through to her. She leaned out to see Wilwarin flying free in the sky, and wondered if Daisy stood looking at it, too. She smiled and let her mind wander to the south and east. Mithadan had camped for the evening and relaxed now, his back against a tree, watching the flames of his small fire die down to embers. He was drowsy after a hard day of riding, and she sent a soothing thought to him, to bring him pleasant dreams.

She turned from the window, and sat down in one of the chairs, resting her legs on the padded stool. Her eyes were drawn back to the night sky, and she traced the patterns of the stars as she waited for Laurie to return.

Nurumaiel

02-12-2003, 03:32 PM

A soft smile came to Galadh's lips when Durelin asked her of Gondor. "The White City," she whispered. "Yes, I saw it once, when I was a child... ten years ago. I was nine years of age. It was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone can imagine. I can't even begin to describe its beauty..."

She came back from her dream-world and said, "Where I live it isn't as beautiful. It's not far from Minas Tirith, in fact, so sometimes when the sky is clear you can see over the village walls the White Tower. My home is a sweet place, small enough to be small, but large enough to fit all my family. It couldn't ever compare with Lothlorien, though. It was a childhood dream of mine to go to Lothlorien, but now I don't want to. I met an Elf once, and I decided though he was nice enough, I wouldn't want to be surrounded by immortal folk. I'd feel... so out of place. But if another mortal came with me..." She stopped, looked at Durelin, and blushed. "I don't find anything wrong with Elves at all," she said hurriedly. "It's just that it would be uncomfortable to be the only mortal amongst hundreds of Elves."

"Yes, I understand perfectly what you mean," said Durelin with a smile.

"Now, would you excuse me?" said Galadh, standing up. "I would stay longer, but I need to make sure my horse is stabled properly. You can never tell. I mean, even back home some people can't stable a horse right. Then again, Gondorians aren't the wonderful horse-masters that the Rohirrim are."

ElentariGreenleaf

02-12-2003, 04:05 PM

Sofiya hadn't been asked to sing again, but that was probably because of the free ale which had been given out. Sofiya noticed a young elf looking at a map. It wasn't everyday an elf needed a map. Maybe she was half-elven.

"Hello," said Sofiya as she walked up to the half-elf. "I'm Sofiya. I haven't seen you here before. Though, I'm not exactly a regualar here myself," she added with a half embarrassed smile.

"Nice to meet you," replied the half-elf. "My name is Nevlhachien. What brang you to the shire? I don't quite know how I came to be in such a nice dwelling, but it's nice."

"Oh, well," replied Soifya stumbling over her words. "To be quite honest," she paused. This was hard to say. "To be quite honest I should be in Valar with my family. They sailed, but I decided to stay." Sofiya was surprised that she hadn't lost her voice completely. She was losing her shyness.

"Oh," said Nevlhachien. "Well, I say wise choise. It's too nice here to want to leave! So, where did you come from?" Nevlhachien was quite interrested. Soifya was her first new friend in the Shire.

"I'm from Mirkwood," Sofiya answered. "I have been here, in the Shire I mean, for a few weeks now. How about you?" Sofiya was sure Nevlhachien and herself would be good friends.

Burzdol

02-12-2003, 08:34 PM

The elf walked over still foaming a little. He spit out the rest and took an ale from Burzdol's tray.

As he empted the glass he said, "I know you were behind that. But being the good humored elf that I am I won't kill you yet." The elf's voice raised as he completed his sentence. He slammed down the glass and leaned over the table. "Well, you little shrimp of a life form, was it you. Or maybe it was you, you filthy human. Who is this? A little Mirkwood elf. Not dignifyed enough to be a Lothlorieon or Rivendell elf. Hah!"

Cutting him short Burzdol jumped up, the Rivendell blade clasped in his right hand at the other's elf's throat. "Say that again. I dare you." Burzdol's left hand held the handle of one of his twin weapons hidden under his cloak.

The bartender shoved the two apart, whilst he yelled and screamed about deadly fights. "I'll be watching you, you roughian," he said to the other elf as he walked away.

"Wanna' ale?" Bali said holding up an ale glass to the elf.

"Thanks," Burzdol said as he grasped it and sat down.

"You...a...might want to put that away," the dwarf said pointing his stubby finger at the dirk before him.

"Oh," he said as the dirk slipped back into its rightful sheath.

"Wanna' talk 'bout it?"

"Not really." He sat glaring at the elf at the table across the room. "I'll be fine."

Himaran

02-12-2003, 10:13 PM

Bali quickly calmed Burzdol, but the sight of him nearly slaying another elf was a bit unsettling, as annoying as that elf was. There is more to this "argument" then I know of, but I will not intrude. It is not my place.

Then he noticed a newcomer to the inn. A young man, dressed all in black, was weaving his way through the inn, obviously searching for someone. I wonder what that one is up to...

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Everdawn

02-13-2003, 01:50 AM

Umbria the elven, unfortunatly had snapped out of her thoughts by the commotion of the two elves nearly slaying eachother. Her icy grey stare came back into focus, she took off her lilac cloak and walked over to Burzdol.

"there will be no slaying of elves!" she said "you will tell me that it is not my place to tell you, i know he has done you a great hurt, and i am going to stop you from doing that which you will do later" Umbria stopped. "if you do what i have seen, you will regret it all your life."

piosenniel

02-13-2003, 03:45 AM

Pio heard the commotion from the Common Room. Loud Elven voices and someone threatening to kill an Elf. She heaved herself out of her chair and went out the door of her room, into the area behind the bar.

It was Burzdol. He was drunk and he was angry. She put two fingers beneath her tongue and gave a loud, sharp, piercing whistle. The room deadened to silence, and eyes turned to her.

'There will be no kinslaying, or for that matter, any slaying in the Green Dragon while I am Innkeeper.' Unless of course, I do it myself and rid the Inn of two contentious Elves! she thought to herself.

She pulled out two of her throwing knives, one in each hand and let them fly. The two mugs the Elves held shattered in their hands, their malty contents spilling out on to the table before them.

'Take it outside, and far off the grounds, if you intend to do harm to one another.' she said evenly. 'Now come up, gentlemen, and get yourselves fresh pints.' The servers were already starting to clean up the broken shards and spilled ale.

'And if you feel you must compete with one nother while you're in here, then take it to the dart board for a friendly game.'

Pio rubbed her lower back as she stood looking at them. She was tired, and peeved at this interruption of her quiet evening. 'Next one who disturbs my evening will have to outrun my arrow.'

Derufin smiled at her, and filled tankards for the two waiting Elves. Pio retreated to the comfort of her rooms once again.

'Gentlemen! Best not to trifle with the demands of an Elf whose babies are due in just a few weeks. Better to stick your hand in a pit of poison vipers than disturb her again.'

He smiled and handed them each a dry rag to wipe the ale from their finery.

theWhiteLady

02-13-2003, 08:38 AM

Pio's voice, this time with a soft kindness hidden in its low tones, spoke from the shadows. Laurie moved into the light and was then able to see the innkeeper's familiar form.

‘A favor, if you will, Laurie. Fetch another glass for yourself and bring it back. We’ll sit and have a snack and you can ask me what you will.’

Laurie murmered an assent, her voice still rather weak with relief. She left the room and walked into the kitchen before pouring herself a glass of cool water from a pitcher left on the counter. She took a small sip, the refreshing, tasteless liquid soothing her throat and nerves. All of a sudden, a great noise of shouting burst through the doors of the common room and Laurie choked on her drink before hurrying out to discover the disturbance.

She was greeted with the sight of Miss Pio talking sternly to two elves who were glowering at each other; the tankards they held were both broken and Laurie assumed they must have been shattered in a fight until she saw the knives glittering among the spilled ale. Pio whirled back to her room, gray eyes flashing dangerously and Laurie followed meekly, a short distance behind. She re-entered the room to find the Elf sitting with her head propped on her hand, much the same as Laurie's had been.

"Miss Pio," Laurie began firmly, "you are tired. Get some rest and we can talk in the morning when things are settled down. I dare say I could use a long night's sleep myself."

Himaran

02-13-2003, 10:47 AM

Kaldon looked around the room. No sign of any dwarves. Perhaps he has gone to bed

He opened a small parchment and looked over the description again:

His name is Bali. He is a young dwarf, fairly tall for one; and has a long scar over one eye. He has short brown hair and a long beard, and also dresses in brown. You will also recognize him by his weapons: A curved, single-headed erebor axe, a smaller straight-head axe, and two hatchets.

Kaldon then read the rest of the letter.
Be wary. He is an excellent aim, and will gladly do battle with you in an open fight. Stick with the mattocks.

Now where could that dwarf be... He noticed the sudden conflict between to two elves at a table near him. The bartender and an elven lady who she assumed to be the innkeeper stepped forward; the lady shattering their mugs with two elven knives.

That one has excellent aim. I'd better not pull anything inside this inn. Smarter to wait until a better opportunity arrises.

Had Kaldo looked closer, he would have noticed the dwarf sitting between the elf and a tall man. But he was already off again, searching; ever searching...

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nevlhachien

02-13-2003, 03:45 PM

Joy spread through Nevlhachien's heart as she talked with the elf. She was surprised that Sofiya didn't say anything about her eyes, red from crying.

"I am from Rivendell," Nevlhachien replied, "Though I have travelled to many places. I have been in the shire for barely a day. I do not know what brought me here to this place but I am glad I came."

"I am glad that you came here too," Sofiya said, "I think that you will greatly enjoy your stay here in the Shire."

Nevlhachien smiled and replied, "I believe i will enjoy my stay. As long as I have a good friend to talk to. Have you been on many adventures? I love to hear stories about different places and things of that sort."

For the first time in a long while, Nevlhachien felt happy. She had found someone to talk to, a friend.

Eruwen

02-13-2003, 05:43 PM

Rave suddenly lifted her head to find she had fallen asleep in the stables.

"How late is it?" she thought to herself as she looked around the stables yawning. Melimo was chewing on some hay which lay beside him on the ground. Rave decided to venture back to the inn--but this time not to talk with the same few she was with earlier.

She walked in and slipped her way quietly and hopefully unnoticed into a small booth on the other side of the room. Rave ordered no drink, and she raised the hood of her cloak over her head to where it hid the long, dark hair againstr her shoulders.

Rave waited and watched the crowd of people that had recently gathered in the inn. With dark, dreen eyes appearing slightly from underneath the hooded cloak, she began to softly hum a tune heard in Rohan. Words she knew not, but the melody stuck with her since her childhood.

Durelin

02-13-2003, 06:45 PM

"I understand you in that matter also, Galadh. Thank you for speaking with me a while. I hope I did not bore you with my chattering of Lorien!"

"Oh no, not at all," the young woman replied, "it sounds just as beautiful as I thought it would. I thank you also for our talk, I have learned a lot about your kindred."

"You are welcome, I am glad I could help you to understand us elves," Durelin told her with a grin.

As she left the inn, Durelin went back into his thoughts. He mindlessly sipped his ale as he contemplated what he had done. No matter what, he just couldn't tell himself that he had done right. Will I ever know? Curse my father and his pride, for I have received it from him!

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Elladan Peredhil

02-13-2003, 07:23 PM

Rirrym nodded, taking the staff. He moves silently to the other side of the door and whispers to his companion: "On the count of three, I'll open the door.. One.. Two.. Three.." He turns the handle and quickly opens the door, only to find one of the dogs from earlier sitting there with his head tilted to one side and his tongue sticking out. Rirrym lets out a silent sigh of relief and looks over at Cromthal. "It's alright -- it's just a d--"

Before he can finish, the dog bounds into the room with a "RUFF" and jumps onto the bed, turning around a few times before making himself comfortable in the sheets. Rym chuckles and closes the door. "I guess he's used to sleeping in this room... Did you want me to send him out, or are you alright with him being here?"

Frodo Baggins

02-13-2003, 09:10 PM

Cromthal dropped his sword and stared at the dog. He was about to collpase out of sheer relief.

"Uh, well." he yanked the covers out from under the dog. "As long he's quiet and dosen't keep us awake I guess he can stay. And Give me some room mutt!" he said, shoving the dog to one side. "Wait. I'll have a look at the foot first."

"You don't have to..."

"Shoosh, Rirrym. I'm a healer, 'tis what I do." Cromthal examined Rirrym closely, then dug some herbs out of a bag in the corner of the room. "It dosn;t look too bad." he said, beginning to bind the crushed herbs to Rirrym's foot. "Leave this poultice on overnight and you should be much better in the morning. Now, I am going back to bed." Cromtha; soved the dog to one side and climbed back in bed.

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Elladan Peredhil

02-13-2003, 09:29 PM

Rirrym thanked his new friend and yawned, giving a stretch. "The idea of heading back to bed doesn't sound half bad.." he said, hobbling back to the chair and trying to make himself comfortable again.

Unfortunately, the recent events had woken him up too firmly to allow him to so easily fall back into slumber. He tossed and turned in the chair for an hour or so before giving up and heaving himself up from the chair to go and look out the window. From there, he could see the stables where his horse was hopefully having a better night's sleep than he was. He also had a view of the winding dirt path that went by the Inn, and kneeled there watching as people came and left the Inn. 'This place never sleeps,' he thought to himself.

piosenniel

02-13-2003, 10:14 PM

‘I am tired, at that.’ said Pio, raising her head from her hand. ‘But I am afraid that my children are not as yet!’ She laughed delightedly, and shifted herself in the chair for comfort. Motioning Laurie closer, she placed the girl’s hand on her belly and pressed it down gently. A series of taps thudded against her palm. ‘That one is my daughter.’ She moved Laurie’s hand to the opposite side, where two strong thumps hit it. ‘And that is my son.’

She smiled up at the young woman. ‘They are calling to you. Can you hear them? They have no words yet, but their unvoiced wonderings quest out to see the world already.’

Pio bade Laurie have a seat in the other comfortable chair. She passed her the plate of cake and a small glass of wine. ‘Now tell me,’ she said, taking a slice for herself, ‘what did you wish to see me about?’ She leaned back comfortable in the chair, sipping her wine.

The night breeze sent a warm gust through the window. Fragrant with the scent of flowers in the window box, it curled round the room leaving a faint scented path as it hurried out the window once again.

MyPreciousGollum

02-14-2003, 01:57 AM

A young Man, maybe from Gondor, walked into The Green Dragon. "Halflings! I have never seen so many of them!" he said to himself.

His hair was dark brown, and led down to his shoulders, where a dark blue cloak covered his body, over a black suit, which led down to some brown boots, which were the size of a Hobbit-child, probably. He sat down on a stool, and said, "One ale please, and could somebody show me around this place?"

Everdawn

02-14-2003, 05:34 AM

Umbria still stood in the hallway, watching the two drunk elves, and Pio sitting down. "Pio, i do not think even you can stop a slaying here" she thought to herself. "young elves these are indeed, if they had seen even a fraction of what i have seen in my life time how very wise would they be."

she raised her face to look out the window. "the moon is high, i wonder, how many days it has been since i slept?"

Frodo Baggins

02-14-2003, 07:08 AM

"Can't sleep Rirrym?" a half-asleep vioce whispered from behind and to the right of Rym.

"Cromthal, why are you awake?" Rirrym half turned to look in the direction of the voice.

"Wondering what you are doing thundering aroud at this hour, that's what." Cromthal sounded somewhere between amused and annoyed.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" inquired Rirrym.

"No, no I wasn't completely asleep to begin with. What troubles you?"

Helkahothion

02-14-2003, 10:46 AM

IMPORTANT NOTICE: RPG OPPORTUNITY

An elf walked into the room. He stepped towards the innkeeper and whispered something in his ear. The innkeeper nodded and the elf walked to the middle of the room. He grabbed a table and stepped on it.

"Here me, here me visitors of this fine establishment. There is a war going on in Lothlorien. I need a strong elf to report the happenings in Calas Galadhon. If you think you will be up to the task, give me a persenal message. I will be in a place called the Search for the Messenger RPG." The elf said towards all the guests.

"What a weird name for an inn." One of the guests remarked.

"I agree with you. But it is called that way." The elf said back.

The elf posted a note on the door before leaving. A man stood up and read the post out loud.

"I, Anuion, will be needing someone that is a good elf in heart. Thou will need to report the attack on Calas Galadhon. If you have good writing skills, send me a private message. I will be staying in The Search for the Lost Messenger RPG

Your sincerely,

Anuion the elf"

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Elladan Peredhil

02-14-2003, 11:05 AM

Rirrym shrugged. "I'm not really sure... I guess all the excitement earlier is just taking its toll now. I'll try and be a little quieter when I do feel tired." He let out a small sigh, knowing that dawn would soon arrive and not really wanting it to. Dawn would mean the possibility of leaving the inn, and even if he had made a companion that he knew he would have many adventures with in the future, a part of him still wanted to stay put for a while. 'Ah well,' he thought to himself. 'Best not to think about it until the time comes when a decision has to be made.' He let out a quiet sigh.

By now he could hear the steady breathing of slumber from Cromthal on the bed. The dog jumped off the bed, and Rirrym sat at the window scratching the dog behind the ears. "What's your name, little fella?" he whispered. The dog merely looked up at him, tail wagging. Rirrym stiffled a yawn. 'Maybe I can fall asleep now...' he wondered as he crawled back quietly to the chair and settled down once again for a few hours sleep. Before he could fall asleep, though, he felt a sudden weight on his legs, moving up to his chest. He opens an eye, only to receive a lick on the cheek. "Alright, you can sleep here if you like," Rirrym whispered to the furry beast with the hint of a chuckle in his voice. He gave one last yawn and went off to sleep.

MyPreciousGollum

02-14-2003, 11:17 AM

A bartender walked up to the young man, and gave him an Ale. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I am Grondar, and I am from the fair land of Gondor. I am here on an errand, looking for a certain Halfling. His name is Baggins." the young man, now called Grondar, replied.

"Can't help you there Sir. I knew a Baggins once, he left a couple years back. He left for The Grey Havens. His name was Frodo. Anyway, drink your Ale, that pitcher won't drain itself."

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Arien

02-14-2003, 02:32 PM

“Shall we stop?” Niamh’s dark eyes flickered towards the inn up ahead.

“Yes. It has been a long time since we have been in the company of others and that place looks friendly enough”.

“Mylasia, where will Roman stay, surely he can not stay out in this rain”

“Fear not little sister, he will not”, Mylasia laughed, it filled the dark night with happiness. It eased Niamh’s heart to hear Mylasia’s laugh again. Not since they where children had she laughed, this placed seemed to ease both their spirits, and maybe they would not be considered as outcasts.

“I can see a stable”, Niamh pointed to a small building next to the Inn.

“You have the eyes of our father.”

“And you the wisdom of our mother”, Niamh knew when she said this Mylasia loved it, it gave Mylasia strength, and that is why Niamh said it often.

Mylasia whispered softly in Roman’s, he followed quickly. Niamh paced behind them wearily. Her keen eyes scouted the area, you could never be too careful. She had known that since birth.

The rain beat down on them. Their worn cloaks and tangled hair were violently thrown about in the wind. Roman trotted gracefully in the storm, a strong and loyal horse if there ever was one. As they neared the inn they heard laughing. Niamh’s heart stopped, could she go through with it? She hated the way people stared at them, some with awe, others with hate.

Mylasia tied Roman in the stable and came to stand next to her sister.

“You first”, smiled Niamh.

Mylasia opened the door, a bright glow filled Niamh’s eyes and the sound of people, people!

It felt like home.

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Burzdol

02-14-2003, 04:16 PM

Bali leaned over the table to Burzdol, putting his arm on the elve's. Not even noticing the dwarf he sat looking into the empty glass in deep thought. His hand was still noticeablly clutching his dirk that was thrust in its sheath.

"Burzdol, are you okay?" Bali asked

"Fine," Burzdol said as he noticed Bali looking at a stranger in black that had just entered the inn. Bali looked concerend, but Burzdol didn't feel like asking. All he could think about was the closeness he had just been to slaying that elf.

"Do you know who that is?" Bali asked pointing to the stranger.

"No," he said not even looking up.

"Do you wanna' tell me what that was about. You could have gotten us throw out or killed. My father needs us," Bali raised his voice.

"Calm down Bali. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"I know what you're feeling. If you wouldn't have beat me up I would have done the same."

The two were calming down. Bali picked up two drinks, handed one to Burzdol and sat in silence. He was obviously pondering about the stranger. There she is again, there's Eltor. As Burzdol bid a goodbye to his friends he walked to the maiden.

"That was a sudden outburst," she said as Burzdol walked up.

"Thanks."

"What happened? It's like you just snapped."

"I don't know."

An elf maiden called Eltor's name, "I have to go."

Burzdol leaned on the counter and watched her walk away. Well, there she goes.

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theWhiteLady

02-14-2003, 09:21 PM

Laurie felt the kicks and squirms of the two unborn children; she was surprised by their strength. Pio motioned her to a chair and she sat, taking an offered cake but not eating. Leaning forward, she looked carefully into the grey eyes of the woman across from her. Eyes that have seen the sea... she thought and knew.

"Pio," Laurie began, saying the name carefully, slowly. "I have been bothered of late with thoughts, dreams maybe, of the sea. I have always been fascinated with the tales of that vast water, streching to the Blessed Realm beyond. But this is different. It is like real, and I feel an ever present longing to return to where I have never been. The clasp, I know now that it holds some significance. To my mother's past, or to my own longing, I do not know. Please," and Laurie's voice cracked, taking on a pleading tone, "please help me solve this mystery!"

Frodo Baggins

02-14-2003, 09:31 PM

The sun was setting, the mountais were bathed in an orangy-pink colour. Cromthal was sitting on a rock staring at the land, his land, his home. He didn' hear the feet running up behind him.

"Cromthal! Is it true? You are going away?" Cromthal looked up to see Brona, his master's daughter. Why does she have to be here now? Can she not see I want to be alone? he thought to himself.

"Yes, Brona, I leave tommorow." he was thinking about how this may be the last time he saw the sun bathe these mountains in an unearthly light. the wind sighed soft over the foothills where he sat. Brona plopped down beside him.

"I'll never forget you." Brona said sweetly. Cromthal smiled, Brona was but half his age, and rarely did she say anything to him that meant anything. He merely nodded. He looked away for a moment to hide the tears filling his eyes. He looked back toward Brona, but Brona had changed. Next to Cromthal sat a twisted old man with a dark scowl on his face and murder in his eyes. He held a sharp knife in his hand.

"Death to you! Betrayer!" the figure shrieked. Cromthal tuned to run, but the man sized his wrist with a tight claw-like grip....And Cromthal sat up. In the room in the Green Dragon, with Rirrym in the chair and their dog visitor in his lap.

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Artalwen

02-14-2003, 11:50 PM

Arawyn sat down at a nearby table with her mug of hot cocoa and gazed about. Already in the short time since she arrived much had happened. She breathed a deep sigh, and took a sip of her drink.

Looking around, she saw curious strangers around, looking to no good, and looked away. She saw the halflings enjoying themselves, and remembered the party she had been to when she last was here.
What fun...and I met a legendary halfing!
Arawyn finished her hot cocoa, and asked the owner of the place for a room for the night before she continued on her way.

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MyPreciousGollum

02-15-2003, 02:16 AM

Grondar looked around the inn. The amount of Hobbits in the inn must have been one gross(144).

He turned to the bartender again. "I also need to find a Hobbit called Samwise Gamgee."Grondar said.

The barkeep replied, "He's still here, and the finest mayor of Hobbiton I've ever seen. You'll find him in this place. Go up the stairs, turn left,then right, and knock on number 978 and say, "Sting.""

Grondar did so, and found Sam opening the door, and said, "You come from Gondor,don't you? I remember Boromir, and you have the same looks."

"Good guess Samwise. I am Grondar, and I knew Boromir. I have some questions for you."

"Ok. Come inside." replied Sam.

And they came inside, and talked through the night, and Grondar found what he was looking for.

Everdawn

02-15-2003, 02:55 AM

Umbria looked over to the fire where the ranger Alaemas sat alone, his companion, Dolenmar was no where to be seen. She picked up her lilac cloak and swiftly slided into the seat scross form him.

"what can I do for you, Elfsun?" he said in a gruff voice, face still shaded by his shaggy brown cloak.
"so you do remember who I am after all" Umbria repled cooly. "ay, you are a jynx, and that is how i see you havn't changed." Alaemas snorted and took another swig from his ale.

Continueing he spoke;
"you do not sleep, nor eat, nor speak, although rarely, you just stare at people, you are a soul stealer or the very first cause."

"if you were 8000 years old, would you eat or sleep?... no my friend, your will loses out for a long time." Umbria frowned "soul stealer am i not, nor ever have i been a jynx... why have you come to this place?... you are hiding something from me, your temperance astounds me, Alaemas, im glad you have learned many lessons." she said.

"where is your guard?"

"asleep, after all he is mortal, should you be sleeping, or is it your turn to keep watch?" Alaemas dropped his mug on the floor with an almighty crash. "what?" questioned Umbria in her usual knowing manner. "for that is what you are doing.. is it not?"

piosenniel

02-15-2003, 03:32 AM

Pio turned down the lamps and leaned back in her chair. ‘Let me tell you a little of my childhood.’ she said, speaking into the darkness. Her voice was low, her words clear as she gazed on scenes that came bidden now to her mind.

‘When I was little, just six years old, as I recall, I lived in a very beautiful place. A place filled with the music of waters pouring over stone, the music of many fountains. It was a hidden city. And its King thought to keep all safe within the vale surrounded by the Encircling Mountains. Ondolindë was its name, The Hidden Rock, Gondolin, in Beleriand.’

‘But there was one who betrayed the city and her people into the hands of Morgoth. And he sent his minions against us, and so great were their number that the city was destroyed and the King killed.’

‘I was separated from my mother by the cruel events and taken under the protection of the King’s daughter, Idril. She had planned long in advance for escape from the city, feeling that it might meet its doom when Morgoth turned his eye on it. When Morgoth was at last overcome, and Beleriand sunk beneath the sea, Idril sent me to foster among the Teleri, my kin, along the Gulf of Lhûn.’

‘This was a time most dear to me. They took me in as one of their own, teaching me to love the sea. A child of Ulmo I became, skin brown from the sun, my arms and legs taking me far into the currents and deep below the glassy surface of the water. I reveled in that freedom, and often, I have found myself wishing I could sink again into the salty arms of the waves.’

‘Those were simpler days, among the Solonelli - the Surf-singers, the Fallineli - the Foam-singers. For these two words were the names the Teleri gave themselves. The harmony of their voices and the graceful rhythms of their movements adding truth to their naming.’

‘And now I have you here before me. A young woman who hears the sighs and murmurs of the waves on the shores of the Middle-earth, and is pulled irresistibly toward them. And in her pocket is her mother’s shell hair clasp, made of mother-of-pearl and bearing an inscription in Telerin. “Fallinel”, it says, “foam-singer”.’

‘Elven blood runs strong in you, Laurialassië. And judging by your mother’s clasp, it is Telerin blood. The sea calls you to make the choice, as all those of the Firstborn, the Eldar must do. To answer the call and return to the West, along the Straight Path above the Bent Seas, to Tol Eressëa and the Undying Lands, or to remain in Middle-earth.’

‘You have come from Rohan and now find yourself in the Shire. Your feet travel the Great East Road, though the direction which you follow is westward. Should you travel further along this road, you will come to the Emyn Beraid, the Tower Hills, on the western boundary of the Shire. You can climb them and look on the distant seas, you know.’

‘And down from the hills, you will come to Mithlond, the Grey Havens, to the harbour of Círdan, a lord of the Teleri. This is the place where the Elves sail from, those who leave Middle-earth –to “the white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise”, called West by a “sweet fragrance on the air and . . . the sound of singing that (comes) over the water.”

‘It seems to me you are bound for the Havens, but what happens, once you are there, is left for you alone to choose.’

Pio sat quietly, having said all this, remembering her own time in the West. Laurie would speak when the questions came to her.

ElentariGreenleaf

02-15-2003, 05:21 AM

Sofiya was quite surprised that her new friend, Nevlhachien was asking her about tales of adventure. "Well," she replied. "I haven’t actually been on any adventures. I can straight here after I run away from the grey havens. I was going to start out on an adventure, but I decided to stay here and make new friends. It’s a nice place here, and the people are good hearted. I may even start a career here." Sofiya smiled at Nevlhachien, who had seemed so lonely. In fact, Sofiya thought the young half-elf may have been crying.

"Oh," said Nevlhachien. "So, you stayed here instead of adventure? But wont you get bored?" Nevlhachien looked as Sofiya considered this point.

"Well, no, not really," she replied. "Didn’t you see all the commotion earlier with the drunk. Pio managed to sort it out. It was quite exciting really." Sofiya laughed as she thought of Pio, far through her pregnancy, making the drunks cower in their boots!

"Pio?" asked the young half-elf. She hadn’t heard that name before.

"Oh, of course," said Sofiya with an apologetic smile. "Pio is the innkeeper here. She is pregnant as well. Would you like to meet her?" Sofiya would very much have liked to speak with Pio again.

"Yes please!" said Nevlhachien. "I’d love to meet such a courageous woman. Um, is she a hobbit?" asked Nevlhachien, not knowing anything about the innkeeper.

"My, no," replied Sofiya laughing as she imagined a hobbit sized Pio. "She’s an Elf." Nevlhachien was amazed that there were so many Elves in the shire.

Himaran

02-15-2003, 06:46 AM

Kaldon had found nothing. There were no dwarves inside the inn, as far as he could tell. Early sleepers, early risers, these dwarves are.

It was getting late and he needed sleep, but in the case that Bali came down from his room early in the morning and left, Kaldon wanted to be waiting for him. He selted his back against a chair and put his feet up on the table, and relaxed.

Pulling his pipe out of his cloak, hae lit what weed remained in it. He'll be down soon, and when he does, I'll be waiting for him...

Then Kaldon remembered the foaming elf, jumping around the room coughing. A practical joke. But who would play such a trick on an elf, the most loved kind in all of middle-earth.

A dwarf would...

Swiftly dousing his pipe and returning it to its place, Kaldon stood and slowly walked in a wide circle around the inn. And when he turned around, he saw the dwarf at his seat. What was unsettling was that the dwarf was watching him as well.

An idea then came to Kaldon. Why should I use knives when someone else can do the job for me...

Finding his way over to where the elf sat, Kaldon addressed him. "I saw what happened to you. A grevious injustice it was. Perhaps I could help you get revenge."

The elf looked up from his drink, and his eyes roved over Kaldon, looking for treachery. "What do you mean?"

Kaldon lifted a blue vile and dumped a small blue pill into his hand. "I happen to have a tablet identical to the one that harmed you; but perhaps a little more violent. Here it is." He handed it to the elf.

"All you have to do is to see to it that it gets into his drink." The elf grinned wickedly. "Thank ye, stranger. Might I be able to have a few more? There are others..."

Kaldon shook his head. "I am allowing you one to deal with an enemy. Your other rivals mean little to me." The elf turned back to object, but Kaldon was gone.

Sitting back down, the elf devised his plan.Here's one dwarf that won't bother any elf again...

Kaldon merely sat back in his chair, outwardly impassive but smileing inwardly. "Slightly more violent." Where do I come up with it? For those tablets were in fact a deadly poisen...

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astarielle

02-15-2003, 07:49 AM

"It's ok Hirilaelin, I am not angry I do not know anger." said Astarielle sympathetically, "Even in the heat of war i do not feel anger, i only feel pity."

".........There was but one time was angry and that was when I watched my father being slain at the battle of the Last Alliance, i doubt you would have heard of it. Then again you are an inquisitive hobbi. My mother died soon after my birth, I do not remember much of her, except her sweet voice. My father, he.....he was my hero, he died to save me. I am forever indebted to him."

Hiri looked depressed so Astar smiled and tried to cheer her up.

Arien

02-15-2003, 08:21 AM

Niamh stepped into the Inn behind her sister. It was warm and inviting, a couple of people looked up at them, but they were soon back to their business.

“May I have a room please?” Mylaisa asked the Inn Keeper.

“Yes certainly” the keeper handed over the keys and pointed the two sisters in the direction of their room.

“Go to the room, get cleaned up and sleep” said Mylasia handing Niamh the keys. “I will be up soon enough, I feel hungry, I need some food!”

Niamh left Mylasia and headed towards the room. She unlocked the door and stepped in to a small cosy room, with a fire blazing in the corner. There were two single beds on each side of the room and a window on the far side. Niamh walked up to the window, took a quick look out into the still raging storm and drew the curtains. She opened a small door on the right and walked into the bathroom. She washed and then went to bed.

Ahh! At last a bed to sleep in, they had been travelling so long she had forgotten how comfortable and warm it was, Niamh slowly drifted off into a dream, the fire was still blazing.

“Niamh, Niamh! Come on get up, do you want something to eat?” Mylasia was shaking her. Niamh stared at the window the curtains were now drawn and the sun was rising to bring a new day. The storm had stopped and the sweet song of bird could be heard.

“Yes, I am hungry now”, She got up and got dressed in her travelling clothes.

“Where are you going”, asked Mylasia. She had a wide grin on her face. This was the first time Niamh had looked at her. She was wearing her dress, white, golden trimmed, her long black hair flowed down her back and shoulders, her face was no longer dirty but the bronzed colour it should be. She was beautiful, she was like their mother.

“You have our dresses?”

“Of course”, Mylasia handed Niamh her dress. It was also white and gold. Niamh slipped it on. It felt so light and different, far away were the days when she last wore the dress. The sisters laughed and made their way down to eat.

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MyPreciousGollum

02-15-2003, 08:47 AM

Grondar was looking for Sam, because Sam had an important map of Mordor, and Grondar wanted to destroy a certain object; what that was we will never know. Anyway, Grondar found the map, and as he was about to set out, he found that the Brandywine had overflowed. He was trapped.

"Never mind, Grondar." Sam said. "You can stay in the room next to me. Oh and here's something for when you do set out." Sam handed Grondar a large box. Inside was a large Green cloak and suit, a bow, with arrows, and a sword. "Gifts from Aragorn, sir." Sam said.

"Thank you Sam! A gift from Aragorn son of Arathorn! This will be placed in the halls of Gondor when I get back!" Grondar said with glee.

When the inn closed, Grondar slept in a particulary small bed, but having no rest from Rohan to The Shire, he was still thankful. Soon he drifted off into a deep sleep.

The flood had ended. Soon every Hobbit was back outside, doing their buisness. Grondar walked out of the Green Dragon, ready to go back to Gondor, and then Mordor. But once he had got out, 2 Hobbits attacked him. "What are you doing with Sam?" They both asked. "I was asking him a few questions." Grondar replied, keeping his cool. "Yes, you forced him to!" The 2 hobbits stabbed him with hobbit-blades.

Grondar woke up. He felt an evil force in the inn. He got out, and took his sword with him...

Arien

02-15-2003, 09:07 AM

Niamh and Mylasia sat down a table in the corner of the Inn.

Niamh had a cup of hot tea and some bread, Mylasia had nothing, she had eaten while Niamh was asleep.

"So..." started Niamh,"What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?", asked Mylasia

"I mean when are we going to stop travelling? When is this all going to stop?"

"Its not that simple we cant just settle down and thats it, Niamh they are still after us and we may no physically see them but they are here. We can stay for a few days but no more."

"But?"

"No questions, stay here I am going to go and check on Roman."

Mylasia got up and went out the door and to the stable. Niamh didn't see why they couldn't stay, no-one would try and get them here. She wasn't even sure if the Haradrim would follow them all the way to the Shire. She sipped her hot tea thoughtfully and watched some hobbits playing out through the window.

Ever since they had left Harad they had been followed, Niamh never knew exactly why, they wanted them dead but she knew it had something to do with their father and mother.

They two sister left there village when Niamh was 15 and Mylasia was 19 now Niamh was 22 and although she was older she was none the wiser in the reason for them being chased. Their mother had been killed their father had vanished from Middle- Earth.

They were not accepted anywhere, they were niether one nor the other. Outcasts. Mulatto girls they had once been called. Niamh longed for someone to talk to but alas it was very early and no one was stirring yet but the hobbits outside.

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Burzdol

02-15-2003, 10:25 AM

Burzdol watched the meeting of the elf and the dark stranger. [I]I think I'll stay here for a bit and watch what happens.[I/]

To the elf it seemed that Bali had also seen the whole thing. The dwarf looked relitvly unconcerened, so Burzdol felt the same. Instead, he thought about his short encounters with the maiden. His mind strayed from thing to thing, when Eltor again walked up.

"I had to take care of something," she said as they walked toward a small table. "Why aren't you with your friends?"

"I have to keep an eye on someone. It's easier to do that back here or at the bar. I don't want anyone to notice me."

"Why not?"

"Just a hunch that I'm going on."

"Oh."

"Now I have a few questions for you. Remember that time that I told you my story? Well, I want to hear yours. I barely know anything about you, except for your name."

"Okay. My full name is Elorwen. I just use a different name where ever I go. You see, my grandfather was in the War Of The Ring, and he fought beside Isildor himself. When the Ring was passed to Isildor he refused to destroy it. My grandfather stood up to Esildor and fought him, in sercret, for the Ring. My grandfater, he lost. He paid for that with his life. Now, Gondorians think of our family as dishonorable towards Gondor. They banned us from Gondor and have persuted us for years. Both my parents died at their rath. I change my name everywhere so they can't follow me. Everywhere I go someone is looking for me. This place feels safe, so I am staying here for a while. My parents left me a small fortune and anywhere I go I work. Then there is that elf. My father and mother sent a dear friend a letter. In that letter they were told to send someone to come with me and help me. That elf is what I got."

"So they sent you a baboon?" Burzdol asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. No matter where I go he always finds me. I can't get away from him. He thinks that we are betrothed because he was sent with me. The only problem is he was very hasty about leaving Gondor. He kept leading me near the guards and wanted to stay in Gondor. When we went to other places he always talked to Gondorians."

"Your little friend almost got himself killed by me or yon dwarf," Burzdol said pointing to Bali. "He may be short, but he can slay almost anybeast or being. If he had the chance he would have thrust a hatchet into the elf."

The elf walked over to the twos table. "You better watch out, you excuse for an elf. I have something that can beat you before you can get out your knife. I will keep Rivendell elves higher than you scum." With that the elf walked away.

"That sure was fun."

Carlas

02-15-2003, 10:55 AM

Harenthiel opened the door silently and her and another, elf walked in. She had not been here for awhile, but since she was in the area, she had decided to come.

She looked over at her friend Amarenthie's warm and cheerful face. They had been through a lot the last couple of months, but Amar(as she called him for short) was never too distressed to have some ale. He looked back at her and smiled and went off to get some ale.

She sat at a table close to the fire watching the other guests quietly. Most seemed cheerful (and perhaps drunk), but there were others that were dark and silent.
She grinned slightly, remembering her first visit here. She had not been happy at all, still mourning over the loss of her husband, and brother. But now she had passed that, and was as she had been before that dreaded night.

Amarenthie walked back to the table, handing Harenthiel a large glass of foaming ale. She was not too fond of ale, but enjoyed having it once and awhile.

Arien

02-15-2003, 12:56 PM

When Niamh had finished her tea and bread she got up and went outside to join her sister.

She found Mylasia in the stable softly singing to Roman, it was one of the songs their mother had sung for them, and she let Mylasia finish before she made her presence aware.

"Sister may I go for a walk?"

"Niamh I can not allow you, if you were taken it would be my fault!"

"I will take my bow, no one can hurt me then.."

"You hope. Ok be quick no more than an hour, I will be waiting for you inside. Be careful"

Niamh smiled and quickly walked down to the Inn collected her bow and quiver from the room and made her way down the path that they had come up the following night. She sang to her self as she walked the same song that Mylasia sang to Roman. And then she stopped that song and sang a diifferent one of a flower. Her father had told her this one and he sang it to her because she was as beautiful as it. The flower was Elenor, it grew in the land that her grandparents came from, although she did not know where that was.

The warm rays of sun beat down on her and she breathed in a heavy sigh, this place is beautiful, it is a shame there are not many left like it at least there is no evil here, that or you can't not see it. And it is hard to hide evil and darkness. No this place had done something to Niamh and in the short time she was here the nightmares had stooped. For last night she dreamt soundly for the first time, and she did not dream of her mothers savage slaughter and the time when they had to leave home. She sat down on the gras and contiued singing softly songs her father had taught her, about love, war and sacrifice.

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MyPreciousGollum

02-15-2003, 01:43 PM

Since you have no PM's I am going to address this here:

THE BARTENDER IS PIO - SHE IS NOT AT THE BAR, SHE IS IN HER ROOMS. THERE IS A SERVER WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF THE DRINKS FOR THE INN.

THE INN IS DESIGNED AS A PLACE FOR YOU TO COME IN CHARACTER AND TELL US YOUR CHARACTER'S STORY.

PLEASE REFRAIN FROM PLAYING ANY VIOLENT ACTION SCENES IN THE INN - THOSE SHOULD BE SAVED FOR ACTUAL GAMES.

PLEASE DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER WITH THIS SCENARIO - ALL SUCH FURTHER SCENES WILL BE DELETED.

Grondar slipped into the bar, and saw 2 men. One was holding a sword to the barkeep, and the other questioning him. "Where is Grondar son of Gronfar, a king in the land of Gondor?" one said. The barkeep replied, "Room......"

Suddenly Grondar put his sword to the interrogaters neck. He grabbed his sword. "I am him, Formira. And you, Wiramar. I can't believe you have sunk so low."

Formira and Wiramar were now advancing to Grondar. There is no way out for Grondar......

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Elladan Peredhil

02-15-2003, 04:25 PM

Rirrym woke with a start as he heard his friend gasp out. The dog was off his lap a moment later, running towards the bed to try and offer Cromthal some comfort.

The next sound he heard was the faint sound of the dog licking Cromthal's face, and what sounded like "Get off you silly mutt..." coming from the bard.

"What is it, Cromthal? What woke you?" Rirrym asked as he stood and wrapped his blanket around himself before moving across the room to the bed. "Surely we haven't got another intruder trying to enter the room, or I'm sure the dog would have warned us first..."

Cromthal shook his head, trying to rid himself of the images within the dream. "No, I just had a nightmare.. I am sorry to have woken you both."

Rirrym smiled. "'Tis nothing, Cromthal. We all have nightmares penetrating our dreams every once in a while. Would you like me to go downstairs and see if I can get you something to help you sleep, or would you rather we both stay awake for a while longer?"

theWhiteLady

02-15-2003, 05:43 PM

Laurie listened quietly as Pio spoke, her blue eyes growing large as the tale ended.
The stories of the hidden city of Gondolin and legendary Teleri made the young woman feel small and very insignificant. Their tales ran on and ended with her, Laurie, a humble and inconsequential child of Rohan. The weight of what Pio was telling her took Laurie’s breath away and her eyes lowered to her hands clasped limply on the white dress. The sacking of Gondolin, Pio reveling in the embrace of the Sea, the smell and sound of salt water calling, and a choice. A choice that lay before her. The young lady clad simply in white felt lost, helpless, and innocent. Her thoughts whirled and grasped onto the memory of Pio’s words. Laurie remembered the Tower Hills, “You can climb them and look on the distant seas.” A great desire arose in her to travel to the Hills, and she knew now what force had guided her travels; at the same moment, Laurie saw the green lands, the air fragrant and sweet from the long grass and the humble people of her land, her home. She was torn in two directions, between two strong desires. Eyes closed, she sat for a long while before summoning up her courage and finding words to speak.

“Pio, you spoke of the time you spent with the Teleri, whom you now say are my kin,” Laurie’s voice rose from incredulity. She continued in a lower tone: “You did not stay with them but returned to this land. A choice you too must have faced, the beauty and peace of the Blessed Land you had; what caused you to return?”

maikafanawen

02-15-2003, 06:16 PM

Ani Dao awoke with a start taking in her dim surroundings. She had made camp the night before under a willow by a very small, slow moving river. She glanced up at the stars and interpreted that dawn was only an hour away. Her breath uncurled from her thin lips in swirls of mist verifying the cold temperature of her surroundings. The fact that she had half-elven blood, three generations old running through her veins was visible only through her red hair. The elf stood up and rearranged her disheveled clothing which consisted of a green wool tunic, the arms of which could be removed in summer temperatures, forest green pants covered halfway to the knee by beige boots, and a leather vest and belt which held her array of throwing knives. She let her deeply curled, long red hair lay about her shoulders and down her back to keep her ears warm. Picking up her traveling blanket from her make-shift bed, she adjusted her bow on her back overtop of her quiver, and draped her food sack over her neck and left shoulder and made her way out, following the little river downstream.

As she walked she thought of her life with her family in Mirkwood, and the life she had led as an elven hunter. She had been the best female in her class and almost best over all if not for the haughty elf, Legolas. She laughed remembering Thranduil’s prized son. She then remembered the decision she had made to leave and wander Middle-Earth on her own. Most of them had disapproved, but she left all the same. Her new life suited her well anyways.

Realizing that she was very hungry and hadn’t eaten since the previous morning, Ani Dao stopped and spied a small rabbit making its way down to the river a little ways from her. Thanking her good luck, she slipped into a crouch and brought her bow around in front of her. Easing one of her green feathered arrows out of its quiver she notched it and took aim. The rabbit was scared away just then by three riders emerging through the forest just between Ani Dao and the rabbit. The leader of the three nudged his horse slowly across the river and bade the other two follow. Since food was the only thing on the elf hunter’s mind, she decided to follow the three men? to see if their destination would prove well to satisfy Ani Dao’s stomache. Running swiftly and silently, pushing herself to keep up with the horse, the red-haired elf followed in the wake of the three horsemen.

They broke the forest in a rush and galloped furiously up an open road, leaving Ani Dao to stand baffled in their dust. At least there’s a road to follow now and not three mad horsemen. She began to walk up the road and peaked the hill to overlook a brilliant green valley. She spotted a nestled town on the sides of some hill and scattered homes that appeared to made of round doors that led right into holes in the ground. It was then that she had realized she was in the Shire. The famous home of Frodo Nine-fingers. She laughed in spite of her discovery and began to walk down the road.

She eventually came to an Inn called the Green Dragon. Deciding that a good mug of ale, and a room for the night wouldn’t break her she opened the door and went inside. A pungent smell of food and pipe-weed greeted her as the brisk morning air blended with the warm scent of the Inn. Chairs stood on tables and the floor, which had been swept the night before was bereft of any crumbs or dust. Silently complementing the Inn Keeper of the order of the Inn she shut the door behind her and went to get a room. The bar held a few early morning people, a colorful assortment of hobbits and dwarves engaged in conversations, slurred with dreary, early morning awareness. Ani Dao spied the Inn Keeper displacing the chairs from their nightly stance upon the tables and setting them with a thud on the rather clean floors. She approached the pregnant woman and greeted her with a bow.

“Greetings, Inn Keeper, my name is Ani Dao and I would like a room for one, perhaps two nights here.” She gave the best travel-worn smile she could muster and received one from the Inn Keeper.

“You are welcome, traveler. I shall arrange for one now. I am Piosenniel, by the way, Pio if you will.” She smiled warmly and got Ani Dao a room. Deciding as well she was hungry, she ordered a bowl of soup and some ale. After devouring the most palatable meal she’s had since Dale, she made her route to her room, discarded her equiptment, boots, and vest, and slept away the rest of the morning and afternoon, not to awaken until later that night.

Frodo Baggins

02-15-2003, 09:53 PM

Cromthal took a deep breath to clear his head of the images in his mind. He knew that he could not go back to sleep that night. But he did not want Rirrym to go to any trouble.

"No, Rirym. you need your sleep. I'll be fine" He said. Rirrym was certainly a different person. Maybe his master had been right, kindess will repay itself.

Arien

02-16-2003, 06:39 AM

An hour and a half later Niamh burst through the Inn door panting.

"Is everything alright?" asked Pio from behind the counter.

"Ummm....yes I am fine Thankyou" replied Niamh combing here hair back behind her ears. "I am late and I didnt want to worry my sister"

"She is still in the stables".

"Oh, thankyou."

"Not at all."

And with that Niamh opened the door and ran around into the stables. "Sister I thought we were going to meet in the inn"

Startled Mylasia looked up at her still breathless sister. "Sorry I must have got sidetracked, come let us go back to the Inn and have some lunch"

Mylasia softly patted Roman's head, he nieghed quietly and contiued to eat the hay below him.

Túrin Turambar

02-16-2003, 06:54 AM

Inside the Inn Túedior was greeted by sound of singing and the smell of
wonderful food cooking. He sat down at a table and got himself an ale. People
around him looked at him as they always did on rangers from distance lands, with
disgust.

Túedior was here to look for people to join a new adventure that he had been planing, he loved adventure and wandering and had always done.

He scanned the room looking for some brave souls.

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Himaran

02-16-2003, 08:21 AM

Bali looked up, surprised as the elf that had caused him so much trouble walked over to his table and leaned over it. "Master dwarf, I believe there has been a grevious misunderstanding on both our parts. I would like to apoligize for your mishap."

"And I for yours," answered Bali gruffly. Perhaps the elf was only drunk: He's not such a bad chap after all!

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But he didn't notice the small blue tablet dropped into his ale. Kaldon, sitting across the room, did. Everything is going as I planned...

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Bali talked for awile without drinking. Then as he lifted the cup to his lips, he stopped. Reaching into it, he snatched out a blue tablet, and tossed it onto the table.

"Hah!! Eruantalon, look: that elf tried to pull your joke on me, but I got it out before it started fizzing!" There's something fishy going on here, Thought Eruantalon. It usually fizzes right away...

He was about to take a drink, but suddenly Burzdol came flying over, knocking the drink from Bali's hand. It crashed on the stone floor, littering its contents and broken shards from the beaker.

"Bali, you couldn't drink that. It was poisen!"
"But my friend, you couldn't be serious. That elf was just playing a little prank."

Eruantalon stepped in. "I think Burzdol's right. If that was sap, it would have fizzed immediately, and yours didn't. Look there!"

He pointed on the floor. The liquid had changed color, and now held a tint of blue. "That was poisen if I ever saw it."

They all sat back down. "Why that lousy elf!" Bali began. "If I had the chance -"

"Wait a minute Bali," said Burzdol. "Let me tell you something else I saw. You remember when the elf and man sat down at that table together? I swear I saw the man slip him a tablet. The elf probably thought he was just playing a silly trick on you."

"I don't know, Burzdol. What would a man want with me? I thought they were suspicous, but there's no reason to accuse a perfectly good man of such a crime! Now that elf..."

But Burzdol would keep an eye on that man from that day forth, with or without his friend's blessing...

******************************

Across the room, Kaldon was seething.
One plot foiled already. And now I have an elf to remove. He knows far to much.

The Ruling Ring

02-16-2003, 09:57 AM

"Should wonder what I'll change into," Drago thought to himself as Ellie led him upstairs, calling directions for supper over her shoulder to Champignonne.

Ellie steered him into the room meant for him.

"I'll wait outside," she smiled. "You just ought to change out of those wet things, before you catch your death!" so saying, she pulled to door shut, to give him some privacy.

Drago sighed, grinning to himself at the friendship Ellie had shown him. He slung his damp pack off his back, onto the bed in front of him, opening it and pulling out an equally damp, but still cleaner shirt and a pair of trousers. He unfolded them, spreading them out flat on the bed, moving his pack to the side.

"It's a bit of a shame Ellie can't see this," Drago muttered, bringing the palm of his hand down just above the top left corner of the gray shirt, slowly moving his hand downward, concentrating on what he'd learned.

As he moved his hand, the clothes grew dry--and warm, as if they'd just been washed and dried by the fire, like his mother used to do, in wintertime.

Completing his task with the shirt and performing the same operation on the trousers, Drago quickly made the transition into the dry clothes. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Drago looked up, stuffing the dirty clothes back into his bag, running his fingers through his hair, which was drying with the warmth of the inn.

Ellie entered at his bidding.

"I wondered what you'd change into, so I thought that I might as the innkeeper--," she broke off, looking at Drago, cleaner and dry, standing at the foot of the bed, looking over at her with a smile at her consideration.

Arien

02-16-2003, 12:06 PM

It was now night and the Inn was full to its brim.

"Popular place this." Said Mylasia playing with the food on her plate.

"Not hungry?" asked Niamh," Nither am I", she said pushing her full plate to the side," I feel like mothers food, I can still remember the taste of hot Roti and Sugar. Ahh, but I suspect we could never find that here."

"No" sighed Mylasia," excuse me, I must take my leave and go upstairs, I will see you in the morning. Dont stay up too late" She added laughing, and Mylasia made her way toward their room.

Niamh sat alone, surveying the hot inn. Elves, men, dwarves and hobbits laughed and sang. Niamh relaxed back in to her chair and took another slow sip of her ale.

Some people were still staring at her and nudging each other. For once she didnt seem to care that much. She sat playing with her hair.

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Frodess

02-16-2003, 01:09 PM

The elven lady to whom Tiquandel had been speaking had left him. He was unsatisfied with their conversation but he shrugged it off. As his hobbit friend was busy, he looked for someone with whom to converse. He noticed a ranger who had entered the Inn.

"Mae Gavonnen, sir," he said casually as he lightly strode up to the man. "May I join you?" He smiled at this, his green elven eyes glittering in the candle light. He almost laughed, for now he appeared to be a greeter of some sorts. How his brethren would laugh and scoff if they heard of this.
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Champignonne watched as Ellie left with Drago. She did order more food for them, but was actually growing weary of eating. She watched as her elven friend approached a grungy man. Each to his own,she thought.

She sighed at being left on her own again. It always seemed to happen that way. But these last few days had made her stronger, so she would not give in to the weakness of isolation.

The she-hobbit left for her new room to get her things for embroidery. She came back to her seat and worked on a piece of cloth. She had recently learned this craft from one of her mother's few friends, her Aunt Lilly. Champignonne worked and waited.

piosenniel

02-16-2003, 01:52 PM

“Pio, you spoke of the time you spent with the Teleri, whom you now say are my kin,” Laurie’s voice rose from incredulity. She continued in a lower tone: “You did not stay with them but returned to this land. A choice you too must have faced, the beauty and peace of the Blessed Land you had; what caused you to return?”

‘The Teleri, the Fallinelli, that I fostered with in my childhood days were not those of Tol Eressëa. They were the ones who had not passed over the Great Sea as yet. They dwelt along the Gulf of Lhûn, the area where the Grey Havens now stand.’ She smiled, remembering her playmates there and the feel of the waves against her skin, the sea’s salty kisses. ‘And some remain there, still.’

It was never my choice to go to the West, Laurie. I had not done with this world yet.’ Pio’s eyes clouded with the memories of that awful day in Gondolin. She and Mithadan and Bird had returned there in a task set for them by Time and Need. A single tear rolled down her face as she remembered the relentless advance of Morgoth’s armies, and the desperation that she felt in her defense of Lady Idril’s house, with its hidden way to freedom. It was the only way of escape for her companions from the Lonely Star, and she would hold the wayo pen for them.
Pio wiped the tear from her cheek and turned to Laurie. ‘I died, Laurie. In a futile battle, against too many shadowed foe. My fëa was summoned there, to the Halls of Mandos. And there I dwelt until my life was understood by me, and then I was called forth to finish the task set for me and my companions from The Lonely Star.’ She shifted in her chair once again, easing the pressure of the babies against her.

‘Valinor! It is a wondrous place, indeed. And hard to leave, once one is there. And so I left reluctantly, intending to go back once my part of the task was done.’ She smiled, and a look of such delight filled out the features of her face that Laurie looked on in wonder, asking ‘Is it Valinor you are thinking on now, Pio?’

The Elf laughed, a silvered sound filling the room. ‘No, not Valinor. I think of my companions from The Star. And of Mithadan, my beloved.’ She turned the lamp up just a little so that Laurie’s face would be free from shadow, her features clear in the soft light. ‘I made another choice, Laurie. I will never again set foot in Valinor. But, instead, I have found my happiness and contentment here, with Mithadan and now with our children. The world is a wide and lovely place. I still have a thirst to drink of it. And now that Aragorn has ascended to his Kingship, there will be more lands than are imaginable open to such as me and Mithadan and Bird.’

She looked at Laurie, gauging her desire for the sea. She reached out for the young woman’s mind with hers, gently.

I think my choice is not for you, Laurialassië. The call of the sea is too strong. Your fëa desires to return to the West, and you would go willingly, where I did not.

Laurie’s eyes had gone wide as she heard these words come quietly into her mind. Pio smiled gently at her, and spoke aloud into the stillness between them. ‘If you will wait until Mithadan has come, and the twins are born. Then I will ride with you to the Tower Hills and down – to the Grey Havens and to Círdan’s ship. And with the call of the Straight Road full upon you, you can make the choice. To watch as the bent sea drops beneath you and sail to Aman, or to return for what time as you desire upon the dusty path that weaves through Arda.’

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Lyra Greenleaf

02-16-2003, 04:54 PM

"How did you get so clean and so dry so fast?" she asked him. her eyes widened. "Was it magic? Will you show me?" Suddenly she hesitated. "Or did you just have clean clothes? Am I being silly?"

He smiled at her. "You're not silly." he answered, avoiding her other questions.

"You're a liar!" she said to him and sat on the end of his bed.
"What?" he asked, shock on his face.
"I am silly. Very silly." she said, and hit him lightly on his arm.

Jumping up she ran over to the window. "You have a nice view." she said to him.
"What of?" he asked, following her.
"I don't know, it's dark!"
"Yes, you are silly. Silly Ellie" he said fondly.

Silly Ellie! What are you doing? The elderly Hobbit looked at her with disdain. I took you in and this is how you repay me? Silly, stupid girl.
Ellie shook her head, trying to clear the memories.
'Silly Ellie, silly Ellie!' The chants of the other children echoed in her head as they passed in a circle around her. 'Silly Ellie, silly Ellie'
A sob escaped her, then another.

"Are you alright?" asked Drago concernedly.

"F-fine" she stuttered, but the sobs were coming quicker now. Finally she let herself go, and slowly sank to the floor crying.

The Ruling Ring

02-16-2003, 05:24 PM

Ellie's reaction was one Drago had not necessarily expected, but appreciated. He liked being able to happily impress, even mystify people, then tell them how he'd done it, if he liked them well enough.

He followed her over to the window, as she chatted about the view, which was, of course, invisible at the moment, it being night.

"Yes, you are silly," he said in a fond voice. "Silly Ellie," she was very sweet...

These words, that had really been meant in a friendly fashion, to make Ellie smile, to show comraderie, but they suddenly, startlingly transformed the girl, from curious and friendly, to utterly miserable. She looked and sounded ready to cry, giving in to it at his further questioning.

"Ellie--?!" Drago faltered, sinking to the floor next to her, gently touching her arm, wrapped around herself now. "Are you alright? What's the matter?"

Elladan Peredhil

02-16-2003, 05:42 PM

Rirrym shook his head, knowing he would be unable to sleep now. He felt some surprise at the realization that he felt well-rested, despite all the excitement of the evening. Still, it wasn't particularly surprising considering how hard it was to get a decent night's sleep upon the back of a horse. (Rym tended to keep the horse moving at night, both to avoid hypothermia and the scavengers that might seek to separate him from his mare in the hopes of getting an easy meal.)

He bent down, smoothing the sheets on the corner of the bed down before taking a seat. He let out a soft sigh, looking to the window. Dawn will be here soon... he thought idly to himself. He could hear faint sounds coming from outside as people were rising from their slumber and starting about the day. It reminded him of home, where most of the surrounding people were farmers and would be awake, dressed, fed and ready to work by the time dawn's first rays penetrated the landscape. Ah... Home sweet home... he thought, a half-smile appearing on his face for a quick second, before it disappeared with his next bitter thought. Well, maybe not so sweet anymore. A vision of the Orc raid that had precipitated his need to move quickly from his home entered his mind and his face paled until he looked as white as a ghost. He could still sense the taste of the bitter smoke covering the back of his windpipe... He could vividly remember the ear-splitting screams coming from his mother and sisters, as well as from many of the other neighboring farms... Even see the orange and yellow flames as they burned his home and the crops his family had worked hard to plant to a mere cinder. It had been his fault that so many had died. If he had been on guard duty as he was supposed to instead of letting his mind wander, more might have survived. He shook his head to clear it of the horrific visions.

His gaze travelled to Cromthal, who was backed up against the wall in an attempt to keep the dog from trying to cover his face in licks. Rym let out a chuckle. "Let Cromthal have some peace, dog..." he said, pulling the dog back a little and pushing down on the canine's back end until he is sitting, wagging his tail. "Yes, I know Cromthal needs a friend or two," he whispered into the dog's ear. The dog quickly turned it's head and started washing Rirrym's face. "Ai! I might be in need of a bath, but I don't think I need one of the doggie variety," he laughs as the dog puts his paws on Rirrym's shoulders, pushing him over before continuing the licks.

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Maegaladiel

02-16-2003, 06:15 PM

Nahai gave a snort, awakening. She must have fallen asleep at the bar. She rubbed her eyes, trying to remember what was going on.

The last thing she recalled was asking a wounded elf if he was all right. He appeared to be, so she had sat back down at the bar...and fell asleep. Lovely.

She had no idea what time it was, or even if it was still the same day. Looking around, she could recognise no familiar faces.

And no one recognised her. She sighed, knowing the feeling all too well. She was always alone, separated from the rest of the world, even in a bustling inn like the Dragon. It was because she was...different. Not of men, nor of elf, nor of dwarf. Nahai sighed again, finishing off her now-lukewarm ale. Sometimes being a shapeshifter was hard.

Huntress

02-16-2003, 06:35 PM

The lonly figure looked at the sign of the inn with much relief, it would be the first stop she had had for a long time now and despite her maddening drive to carry on new her trail was almost cold.

A young hobbit pushed passed her to get into the room beyond the door which she blocked. This caused her to break from her thoughts, and concentrate on the sounds coming within. Slowly she opend the door and entered, not many had been watching the door but she smiled lightly to herslef as she saw there suprise at a elf dressed so like a ranger, but she quickly banished the smile and went back to been aleart, if she wasn't alert she was dead.

She had managed to order her drink and find a relativly quiet corner in the warm glow of a fire and finally take in her surrondings. THe entire expance of this place was laughter wether quiet or loud it was happiness that filled the atmosphere, sitting back she wondered how long it had been since she had been happy or laughed for that matter did she still know how.
Absently she played with the hilt of her sword while she felt her bow resting gently against her leg where she had placed it, she allowed her long black hair to fall and leave her face in shadow, only her green eyes apeared active but in them held a deep wound that may never be healed, she allowed herself to wonder what she would do if one of these joyous peole came over and tried to spread there hapiness with her what would she tell them. The answer came easily she would tell them what she had told many in every inn, in every town she would merely be known as Huntress an enigma to these happy people.

Thats if fate would alow her to remain an enigma this time.

Burzdol

02-16-2003, 07:03 PM

Burzdol watched the lone elf. He was obviously laughing about the scam, not knowing of the foil in the plot. Bali looked as if he was about to get up and kill him.

Elorwen walked to the friends table, "May I sit down?"

"Sure," Burzdol said moving over a little bit.

"Hello, I don't believe we met yet," she said talking to Bali.

Bali kissed here han in a normal way of aquatince. "Hello mam."

"Hello to you, too," she said to Eruantalon.

"Hello fair maiden," he said. Then the man went back to talking to another woman at the table.

"I saw what happened with that elf over there. I hope you are okay. I can't stand him, he happens to be in over his head. At first I thought he was dead when you guys went for him. Next time don't stop yourselves."

"Well that's twist of an opinion for a maiden. We couldn't kill him hear or we would have gotten kicked out," Bali said in reply.

"Correct," Burzdol said.

"Can we have some malt beers over here," Bali called to the bartender. He brought another tray of ale and Bali paid. Each member of the table took a glass and returned to what they were doing. Bali emptied his glass in one large swig and grabbed another.

"Mmmm, this is good," Bali said empting another glass.

The nusciance elf came over to the table. "Get over here girl," he called to the maiden, "Now or else."

"No."

"Now I said," the elf screamed. He reatched for the girls arm, pulling her from the table.

"I have to go," she said being drug away.

Eruwen

02-16-2003, 07:20 PM

While scanning the room full of many various figures, a certain maiden in a corner seemed to catch Rave's eye. The maiden seemed to be a Ranger, but something about her was different. It was...unlike that of a Ranger of Middle Earth.

As Rave's suspicion grew in her heart, she found herself rising from the solitude of which she was very much enjoying. She approached the maiden quietly not taking one eye off her. The maiden seemed to be doing the same.

"May I join you?" Rave asked her softly trying not to draw too much attention from surrounding guests. "It seems you are in need of a companion while at the inn. And if not, if you don't mind me intruding, I would very much like to have one myself."

The maiden nodded, and Rave sat down across from her. There was a brief moment of silence, but it was soon broken by the maiden's response.

"Mae Govannen." she said. "I am Huntress. And to whom do I owe the pleasure of our conversation?"

Rave looked into the green eyes of her guest. This was certainly no Ranger, but seemed to be an Elf.

"I am Rave, a woman of Rohan." Rave replied. "You are Elven, are you not?"

Huntress nodded in response to the somewhat vague question. Rave continued...

"Yes, it appeared that you certainly were no Ranger. But tell me, what brought you to the Shire, or are you an Elven ranger indeed just on travel?"

maikafanawen

02-16-2003, 08:40 PM

When the red-haired she-elf awoke, the sun was still up above the Shire in a firey ball of light. She got out of the muslin, feather stuffed bed and donned her leather vest and slipped her boots back on her feet. Securing a dagger on the inside of her right boot for precautions, she noticed the aroma of dinner that had found its way into her room and led her down the stairs into the dining area. She was greeted by the boisterous chatter of the evening guests, and decided that a plate of her own dinner and a mug or so of ale would be much welcomed.

She surveyed the room for a place to sit and noticed that everyone was engaged in conversation, a few exceptions isolated themselves in a shadow of cowls in the corners. Ani Dao was anxious for some conversation and news of the world since she had left it behind in Mirkwood, and joined two young she-elves near the front of the room.

She bowed and smiled warmly, “May I join you?”

“Certainly,” said one with pale gray eyes, motioning to a chair beside her.

“Thank you. I am Ani Dao of Mirkwood. Well I was of Mirkwood, but now I guess you could say I’m just of Middle Earth.” She left the sentence hanging and beginning to feel red with the odd explanation. She shrugged the matter off. “What names do you go by?” She gestured for a mug of ale and listened as the two elves introduced themselves.

“I am Nevlhachien,” said the elf with long, wavy, golden hair, “and I am Sofiya,” said the gray-eyed one. Both of them looked strong, and learned in the ways of combat and survival. Smiling to herself, Ani Dao listened as they continued their conversations of past adventures, and memories.

Burzdol

02-16-2003, 10:16 PM

"Who was that?" Bali asked watching the girl leave.

"Elorwen," Burzdol said. He had stopped a potential outburst when the elf drug the girl away. Even though he clutched his dirk he hadn't said anything. "I'm tired. We have to leave for Erebor soon. Tell me the details before we go."

"I will, I will. First I want more beer. Maybe some food, I'm hungry," Bali said calling over the bar tender. He ordered things for every one and started to get out money.

"I'll pay," Burzdol said handing the money to the bar tender, "Now you tell me the plan." Food was brought over and Bali started.

Lanithelias

02-17-2003, 02:40 AM

The moon was almost in the western trees as a dark shape staggered toward the warmth and sounds of loud talking coming from a very inviting-looking Inn, even by Hobbit-standards. Though, the staggering shape could hardly appreciate such creature or social comforts at the moment. Had he known he were in the shire, and very near the stable-door of the Green Dragon Inn, he might have mustered the presence of mind and strength of body to request a room. But at the moment, were one able to query him as to what an inn was, let alone what a Shire was, he would have been exceedingly lucky to even hear the question. Half blind from what he should be hoping was a passing affliction, and half blind from fatigue, he was in sad shape.

No one bothered him, indeed, no one saw him, for between the darkness and his mud-streaked garments, he was all but invisible, nevermind the staggering. As it happened, he found a pile of what might have been weeds cut from the garden, or what might have been hay, but what felt like a feather bed, if indeed he felt anything after tipping over and finding the ground was softer than he thought. The final thoughts ofhis unconscious mind were that tomorrow when he woke up, indeed, even next week if he woke then, there would be time enough to sort out the many questions and blanks in his mind.
But now to sleeeee....Zzz.

Huntress

02-17-2003, 02:45 AM

For a moment Huntress looked across at Rave she was slightly suprised to find herself looking into eyes so like her own and weather it was this or some other kinship Huntress felt with her she decided she would answer,

"You may call me an Elven Ranger if you wish for it has been a long time since I was known as much else."
She said it softly but once again fighting the instincts she had built up over the years to run, hide or even kill this maiden who was trying to befriend her. She had already shared to much about herself yet she wanted to share more.

Huntress stared into her drink for a moment and then once again looked up into Raves kind face who seemed not yet bored as others would and in the past had been. Pushing all her reservations aside she finally said,

"You could also say that I am a travler for I have wandered over enough of this land in my short time." She hesitated "But really I am searching, and my reason for been in the Shire is the same it is where the trail has lead me, though I must confess I have not been in the Shire before" It felt wonderful to finally be even a little honest with someone her weary bones suddenly had a new lease of life and she felt in what she considered a good mood. She tried not to show this though.

Huntress once again sat quietly, She had expected Rave to question her further on what she was searching for but the women didn't say anything. For a moment Huntress wondered exactly how much did she have in common with Rave, She decided she wanted to know, so she did something she hadn't done before she asked her.

"So what about you Rave, are you just a Rider, or are you a travler to?"

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piosenniel

02-17-2003, 03:54 AM

~~~~~~~~ NOTICE OF NEW GAME OPENING ~~~~~~~~

The Road to Erebor RPG Discussion Thread will be open to take on character bio submissions on Tuesday, February 18th. (You can currently read about the Game, but not post on the thread, as it is 'closed'.)

First chance to play a character for this game will go to those Gamers: who are not currently participating in a game in the Shire, Rohan, or Gondor.

All interested Gamers who meet the above requirement should work up a well written character bio for one of the character types listed on the discussion thread. Then, post it on the Discussion Thread when it is opened on Tuesday.

Choice of who will play in the Game is at the discretion of the Game owner.

[ February 17, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Arien

02-17-2003, 06:49 AM

Niamh had been sitting there all night and now in the early hours of the morning she still was, only herself and a few sleepless characters were scattered around the Inn. Niamh looked down into her empty mug, yawned and stood up to get another tea at that moment Mylasia came down the stairs.

"You have been down here since I left you?"
"yes, sorry, I wasn't feeling tired"
"Ok.....let me get something to eat and I will join you"

Niamh took her tea from the bar and sat down, a few minutes later Mylasia joined her.

"We will have to leave soon." said Mylasia looking into Niamh eyes.
"I know, I know" sighed Niamh, then she decided to ask Mylasia, "Why exactly are we running? I have asked you before but you have only told me who from, not why. You tell me I am too young, it is becoming a joke now, you knew when you were my age, please Mylasia tell me"

Mylasia was startled by Niamh's bold question, it was true some how she always avoided telling Niamh what had really happened. She contemplated her thoughts for a few seconds..."Niamh..."

"Please tell, tell me why they killed mother, why father went missing, I am not a child any more, please"

"Ok, I will tell you", Mylasia drew a deep breath, "As you know our mother Vadwati was of the Haradrim, she was a princess, stunning, allowed to rule over her own village, Penal. She was kind and generous to the people in her village and in turn they loved her, and they swore to never betray her. It had been many years since our grandfather Boodoo, a barbaric warlord, had visited our mother for he trusted her and saw no need to.

One day a stranger wondered into the village, badly wounded from battle and near death. The healer healed his wounds and brought him back to full health. He was introduced to our mother, and he praised her for her kindness and said that there was a gross misunderstanding of how the Haradrim lived. Our mother said there was not, she was an exception. The stranger told of where he came from, Rivendell, he was an elf captured in battle and left for slaughter by his enemies in Harad.

Mother and he fell in love, and married without the consent of mothers father and our father gave up his immortality for her.

Now they lived happily and had two children, you and I. The village was remote and everyone promised not to tell Boodoo, for they also feared for their lives. But there was a traitor in the village, and they went and told Boodoo, he came and slew everyone in the village, and our mother. He said she had betrayed him and that, no child of his would ever love the enemy especially one that didnt not worship the dark lord.

While this was going on our father was leading us to the North, us upon Roman and him upon Fibro, he lead us to the boarders of Harad then he left us. He told me to take care of you and to keep riding, never to stop for more than 2 days.

And we havn't"

"wow, I never knew" said Niamh, in pure shock. "So why are we being chased"

"Boodoo, doesn't want us alive. We are a memory of his sinful daughter. He loves to kill. Loves it. He sends more assains to kill us and the price gets higher for our heads. Everday. You would think that we would be left a lone, but no he really hates us."

Niamh sat back, her poor mother, how....could her grandfather do that.......where was her father?

Eruwen

02-17-2003, 10:32 AM

Rave listened attentively at Huntress' reply. She seemed very troubled, but somehow Rave felt she wanted to get through to her.

"So what about you Rave, are you just a Rider, or are you a travler to?"

"You could say I am a traveler." Rave replied. "I was on search of my past, but coming to this inn has seemed to make me turn from that quest. I have come to doubt I will ever find what I was looking for. I left my home in Rohan long ago to see if anyone could tell me answers. I traveled far across Middle Earth finding none. When I arrived here, I decided to abandon my search."

"What will you do after you leave, then?" asked Huntress. "You spoke of your home. Will you return there...with your family?"

Rave looked at Huntress as if looking through her. She seemed lonely---deserted in this world.

"I have no family." Rave said after a few short moments. "I have no family, thus nor do I have a home. I will never return to Rohan...ever."

Rave looked down at the table on which she rested her arms. It seemed as a shadow was hovering over her. She almost felt anger against the one city that she loved. She looked up suddenly at Huntress.

"What about you, Huntress?" she asked. "Hasn't your family been wondering where you are during you journey as a ranger?"

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theWhiteLady

02-17-2003, 10:58 AM

The young woman listened and understood. Where her mind had been a whirlwind before, it now was tranquil and still. Under the surface, a myriad of emotions swirled but they did not break surface, not yet. Laurie knew she was not in shock, she simply understood and accepted. The fate of the Eldar was ever before them, and through her mother’s past, she was to find her future. Laurie rose calmly and took Pio’s hand between her own.

“Thank you, dear friend. You have made clear much that troubled me. I will ride with you, when the time comes, and then my choice shall be made known.” Laurie’s eyes studied the ageless face of the Elf before her. For some reason, she thought of the beauty and wisdom, the memory of sorrow and sparkling presence of joy that was held behind the cool, grey eyes. She smiled. “Pio, allow me to leave the inn for a few days, I think I shall need much time for reflection. If you need me, please call as... as you spoke to me before. I will return before the twins are born, I would not miss their birth for every jewel hidden in the dark earth or wild sea.”

Pio watched the young woman carefully before nodding her assent with a smile. Laurie rose and bid the innkeeper a peaceful sleep. Pio sat and listened to the steps fade away, the soft sound of the white dress disappear around the corner and she knew Laurie would not sleep herself. The young woman would be gone by first daybreak.

Arien

02-17-2003, 11:10 AM

"So we must leave soon?" asked Niamh.
"Yes, tomorrow."
"But, surely, this is the Shire it is so peaceful, they would not come here."
"They would and they will, you dont want another confrontation like the last time do you?"

Niamh remembered, 10 riders had been chasing them. So fast were their steeds, but Roman was faster, even though he bore two. Niamh had slain 5 with the deadly shots from her bow, and 3 Mylasia killed with her sword when they were too close. The other 2 they had lost while travelling across the Barrow Downs, thats what Mylaisa had called them. That was nigh on 2 weeks ago. But it was not the first attack, there had been may before. And if Mylasia was right more to come.

"No", said Niamh finally,"No I dont. One more night then we may leave."

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piosenniel

02-17-2003, 11:41 AM

Lyra Greenleaf

02-17-2003, 12:33 PM

"N-nothing" said Ellie, struggling to get her breathing under control. She stood up shakily, pushing off Drago's arm. He looked hurt.

"It can't be nothing" said Drago reasonably. "Tell me"

"You wouldn't understand." Ellie said "You wouldn't care! Why should you, knowing magic and all? Why would you care about me when no-one else does?"

Once again she began crying, sitting down this time on the edge of the bed.

Himaran

02-17-2003, 02:09 PM

Bali explained his plan to Burzdol and the others at the table. "I now must post that notice. We will need other warriors to make the journey."

He wrote a description of the quest on a napkin and, taking it over to billboard, he hung it there. Then he returned to the table.

"I think that we are all quite weary, but we still have work to do. Ask around and see if you can find warriors willing to make the trip and fight for Erebor. Make sure to mention the reward of treasure; that will catch their attention if nothing else."

And so the three warriors went their separate ways around the inn, and found several man, elven, and dwarven warriors willing to go with them on their journey. Telling them that the group was leaving early the next morning, the friends returned to their table and related who they had found.

"Not many, but enough to help," said Bali. "Let us hope that the notice will attract more before the night is over. Now let us rest for a while and then go to bed. We will need to start early tomorrow morning."

****************

Kaldon had seen the notice. The dwarf is moving quicker than I thought. A messenger must have gotten through to him before I came.

He pondered his possible options, coming at last to the conclusion that it would be impossible for him to deal with Bali inside the inn. One incident had been enough for the night, and it was clear to Kaldon that the Bali's elf-friend was keeping a watchful eye on him.

And then it came to him. I will go with Bali...

maikafanawen

02-17-2003, 03:41 PM

As Ani Dao listened to Nevlhachien describing one of her adventures, she noticed a dwarf tack something up on the bulletin board. She excused herself for a moment and went to look at it. After reading it over she thought to herself, perhaps this could be my chance for true adventure. She took another drink of her ale and went back to join Nevlhacien and Sofiya.

“Where did you go?” asked Nevlhachien. The mirkwoodian elf shrugged, “To get more ale.” The two elves nodded and Nevlhachien continued her story. Ani Dao’s mind began to wander, leading her back to ancient memories …

“Quickly, Ani, attackers come from all sides in face-to-face,” informed her personal trainer, Ahret Ban. She defeated the allusionistic enemies in a quick combination of flexible kicks, and punches, finishing off the last one by pinning him to a tree with one of her throwing knives. The allusions faded into the ground, and she retrieved her knife from the large oak, wiping its blade off on her tunic.

“That was good.” Complemented Ahret Ban. “Try with the sword now.” He chose a long blade off the bench behind him and handed the hilt to Ani. She stepped back.

“Master, I dislike the blade, and I can do better without it,” protested the maverick warrior elf. The weapons master stood firm holding the blade out in front of him.

“Ani Dao, if you do not learn all forms of combat, you will be of no use to the royal guards or of special service to the king.” Surrendering to his comment, Ani Dao grasped the hilt firmly and swung it once to her left and over her head standing perfectly still, awaiting the first assault. When it didn’t come, she glanced over at her master. In that split second, a hallucinated warg hit her from her left side throwing her onto the ground. She quickly recovered and turned to face it as it began to advance. She sensed the second warg on her left and turned out to meet it. She caught it mid-air plunging the sword into its throat. She removed the blade in a single sweep and sliced the third warg as it crept up behind her. The warrior then flipped out of the way of the first warg and set herself above it in a nearby tree. As the warg turned in confusion she leapt off the branch landing on the mutated wolves’ back, stabbing it with the clean blade as she fell. It bolted taking her weapon with it. Then it disappeared and her sword lay on the ground about thirty yards away. The fourth, largest warg then emerged from the forest and stood over her blade. She immediately groped for her throwing knives. Finding them missing she ran right at the huge allusion. Side-stepping it at the last second, she recovered her blade and threw it at the animal. It caught in its neck. He stumbled around momentarily then collapsed in a heap of invisibility. The weapons master nodded his approvement.

“You are very gifted in the ways of combat, Ani Dao. You will be great one day.” …

Ani Dao shook her head and glanced over towards the notice, where a few more dwarves and men were reading it. She would inquire about it tomorrow with the dwarf. Now she decided that she would continue her conversation with the two elves she had befriended.

Huntress

02-17-2003, 04:20 PM

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"What about you, Huntress?" she asked. "Hasn't your family been wondering where you are during you journey as a ranger?"

Every part of Raves story had hit Huntress like a physical blow she began to understand exactly how much she did have in commen with Rave. Huntress alowed a small smile to escape her lips as she realised that her first instincts about this women had been right she had found in a way some one who would understand,

"I very much like you have no family, infact I don't know where I came from." she took a deep unsteady breath, this was it no turning back.

"Its a part of the reason I've been travelling my parents were murderd while we were I don't know moving, wandering, I was to young to know where we were going to or where we came from but I do know that they were murderd not by orcs but by...by..." She almost couldn't say it for years this knowledge had haunted her no one had belived her when she had said what she'd seen but then even for an elf she wsas very young. "They were killed by a man or an elf I wasn't able to tell which, but since then i've been searching to avenge them."

Huntress didn't look up from the table or her drink it had been a long time since anyone had heard that story and she didn't enjoy brining up those memories or was she ashamed to have wasted so much of her life looking for scum.

"And so my trail has lead me to the Shire where it appears to be going cold, maybe I to will never find what i'm looking for."

It was a sobering thought the fact that she might fail in this, which had taken up her entire life, Rave's honest voice cut through her thoughts,

"But if your parents were killed who raised you." she asked it gently with only the softest sound of curisoity in her voice, a large lump came to Huntresses cheast she found it hard to breath she couldn't explain it,

"I was raised at first by men they found me after the attack, then I moved on and was raised by a ranger he died so then I moved to another villege and well stayed with them for a short time. I left when I was ready and when I felt I could be taught no more in arts of war and fighting and so began my journy or search."

"What about other elves why didn't you try and find them." amusment danced for a second in Huntress' eyes

"I met a few on my journeys but You could say I never made the time for them...so as strange as it may seem I don't have a home and have never put my name on any place of elfs to call my own."

Huntress could see these things been procesed by Rave, then once agian Huntress was complelled by that unknown force to ask Rave questions, to for the first time in her life try and become friends, well at least try,

"You now know what I have been searching for and you also know a little of my life, prehaps if you wouldn't mind you could share some of yours with me."

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The Ruling Ring

02-17-2003, 04:26 PM

"Ellie," Drago began in confusion but paused, his tone and look softening. The girl was obviously quite troubled. He sat down next to her, looking at her with concern.

"You know," he said, "I think I know how you feel. When I decided to go off and learn magic, everyone I knew turned against me, really. Even my mother told me I was being a fool, that I would never be what I wished to be out there. No one wanted to speak to me after that except for Geriber, Ojo and Mergo, the other three who wanted to learn magic, too. But after we left, we never met a single person who was kind to us, after they learned what we were and what we wanted to do. You and Champignonne were the first ones to show me any kindness, in countless years," he broke off, looking for a response. "I do care, Ellie. Really, I do."

Eruwen

02-17-2003, 04:58 PM

Rave smiled at her guest's eagerness to tell her background. It seemed that a large burden had suddenly been lifted from Huntress.

"You now know what I have been searching for and you also know a little of my life, prehaps if you wouldn't mind you could share some of yours with me."

"Certainly." Rave replied. "When I was young---too young to remember---I was found on the outskirts of Rohan by a wandering soldier. He took me into the city and I was raised by a family there. I never knew where I came from. I never knew who my real family were. Actually, I don't even know still where I originally am from. I took on the identity of a maiden of Rohan."

Rave remover her hood to reveal the long, black hair of her real people.

"As you can see," she continued. "I do not have the traits of a woman from Rohan. That is what I was in search of. I wanted to find my true home, and possible to find my real family, but I failed in my search. Now I believe I will choose to become a Ranger of Middle Earth. I don't see any other choice. There is no where else to go."

Rave looked up at Huntress who was now staring blankly back at her.

"It seemes we have a lot in common, my friend." Rave said.

Huntress began to smile as if a long-awaited joy had finally come.

Huntress

02-17-2003, 05:35 PM

The smile had crept up on Huntress without warning, it was unuseual as it changed her she no longer felt uneasy in this place it was as though the Shire had breathed new life into her,

For a moment Huntress stared at Rave, since Rave had let her hood down Huntress found her quiet striking infact appart from herslef she tried to place where she had seen colouring like Rave's in middle earth, but she could not place it only put it to a likeness of her own black hair. The silence was streaching and finally Huntress spoke,

"It is strange how we that have had fate deal us a somewhat cruel card in life, should find our journeys halted in the Shire." Rave smiled as an indication that similar thoughts had also been going through her mind, so feeling a little braver having had her burden lifted continued,

"I wish to ask you now my friend, now that our journeys are over how long you intend to remain in the shire before you set off again if you choose to do so."

For it was the hope of Huntress that she may be able to build up enough trust in someone to finally tell them her real name, if she could ever be that relaxed.

The smile crossed Huntress' face again for since she had entered the Green Dragon she had removed much of the stress that was shortening her long life. Rave appeared to have made up her mind to answer about her plans so Huntress waited.

Himaran

02-17-2003, 06:13 PM

Kaldon waited until the elf left the table, and went over to the bar to order something. He moved swiftly.

Approaching Bali's table slowly, he swept off his hood and straighted his jet black hair. "Good evening, sir. I noticed your note asking for warriors to accompany on your journey to Erebor. I happen to be a fighter who will soon be leaving for that very mountain. I am friends of the dwarves, you see. I will gladly accompany you and lend my skills to your cause."

"Ah!," said Bali. "You are just the person I am looking for. I wished for one more man to come along, and here one just pops up next to me! You say you have friends in that area?"

"As a matter of fact, I came this way on a mission for the dwarf lord himself." "Why, then you must know my friend Eruantalon, here. He also was in the service of the king."

Kaldon had never seen him, but kept of an excellent pretense. "I doubt I ever had the pleasure of meeting him, but I believe that I saw him once before I left the king's hall." He shook Eruantalon's hand warmly.

"My name is Kaldon. I am a ranger from the north of Eriador, and have made the journey to Erebor many times alone."

It was obvious that Bali was quite happy to have another warrior along, but Eruantalon was not so sure about him. "What skills would you have that can aid our cause?"

Kaldon smiled. "I am an expert knife thrower, and also carry a broadsword. I need no other weapons, and have never lost a fight which I engaged in."

Bali was impressed. "I would be most greatful for your services, sir Kaldon. Here, sit down and have a drink, on me of course. We plan to leave early in the morning, tomorrow."

What a fool. "Yes, we do want to get an early start. By the way, do you have any idea who is behind this dreadful attack on our homeland?"

Bali's face turned stony. "Aye, 'tis a man named Galdon Finllo. He was once a prisoner, but was released and now has returned for revenge."

"Oh." Kaldon tried his best to act like he had never heard his father's name before. Then he noticed the elf coming back from the bar. The elf that didn't trust him. "Who is that elf over there?"

"That, my friend, is Burzdol, and a fine elf he is. When he gets over here I will introduce him."

Kaldon squirmed for a way out. "I would love to meet him, but I have some personal business to attend to before the night is over. I will be waiting for you downstairs tomorrow." With that he stood and disappeared.

*******************

Kaldon had not been quick enough, for Burzdol had seen him. What is that man doing at our table? He came over and sat down, setting the roasted herring, fresh bread and several pints of ale down on the table.

"Bali, what was that man doing over here. You know I don't like the look of him."

"Now Burzdol, he's actually quite a polite young man, and he offered to go along on our journey. Give him a chance, at least."

Burzdol sat in silence. He would give the man a chance, but would not lower his vigilence. That one was trouble.

Frodo Baggins

02-17-2003, 06:58 PM

Cromthal giggled at the sight of Rirrym being pushed over by the dog. He remembered once how he himself somehow had ended up with one of his master's dogs sitting on his head.

Cromthal leaned back against the pillows with a sigh. What a night! First dogs scaring you out of your skin, and now being shaken awake by nightmares! You are entirely too old for this Cromthal!

"Cromthal? What's that on you hand?" Rirrym asked. Cromthal had a small purple spot on the back of his left hand.

"Hmm? Oh, that just proves how terribly clumsy I am. I was sitting on the ground a couple of days ago and as I was getting up I stepped on my hand. Only I could stop on my hand. I trip over my own feet too." He smirked as he said this, poking fun at himself.

Eruwen

02-17-2003, 07:05 PM

"I wish to ask you now my friend, now that our journeys are over how long you intend to remain in the shire before you set off again if you choose to do so."

"I'm not quite sure yet." Rave answered to Huntress. "I guess I am just waiting for a reason to leave. The Shire is a wonderful place. I have grown very attached to it these few days I have been here. I don't have a need to leave right now, but I am waiting until one comes along."

Rave ordered a cup of tea from the bar and sat down again to continue her conversation with her newfound friend.

avarrogion

02-17-2003, 08:32 PM

It was quite a journey to the Shire for Enlothien. And now he was here standing at the door of the inn called Green Dragon. He put a smile on his face, The Green Dragon reminded him of the inn called Prancing Pony. Enlothien had heard a lot about this inn, a place where adventures begin.

Now he was standing inside the inn, it was crowded, people from all races were there, elves, men and halflings. Enlothien pulled down his hood to reveal his unnatural elvish looks, yellowish eyes and purplish hair tied to the back. He is looking for a sit in the inn.

Elladan Peredhil

02-17-2003, 09:15 PM

Rirrym chuckled at Cromthal's response before he once again looked down at the purple mark on the hand. "Have you put anything on it yet to speed up the healing?" Cromthal merely shook his head. "Perhaps we could put some of the herbs that you put on my foot earlier -- I'm sure they've helped with the swelling, and probably will help with the bruising too."

"I can't put the herbs on myself," Cromthal answers. "And even if I could, I couldn't manage to wrap my hand up to keep the herbs in place until it has healed."

Rym shook his head, a twinkle clearly evident in his eyes. "I've got two perfectly good hands to help with the binding if you need it," he said. "With all you've done for me lately, it'd be the least I could do."

Cromthal nodded and gave a smile. "I'd appreciate that..." he said quietly, moving once again to get his cloth pack of medicines and herbs from it's place under the bed. With Rym's help, the hand was soon bound, and the dog sniffed and licked it once, as if giving his approval at the workmanship.

Once they'd finished, Cromthal leaned back against the bed as Rym shoved the pack back under the bed for safekeeping. "You know, you're not the only clumsy one..." he said with a smile. "I think I've broken, bruised, sprained, and/or dislocated just about every part of my body at some point or another. The healer that lived in the village half a day's ride from where I grew up once said that I was nothing more than an accident waiting to happen. Another time she said I was her most frequent visitor..."

avarrogion

02-17-2003, 09:26 PM

To every one in the inn he`s like a stranger and to him everyone in the inn is a stranger. People gave him a look. Enlothien just ignored the look the gave and proceed to the bar. He sat on an empty stool and ordered a hot cup of tea.

He was used to being stare at He wasn`t the typical elf type who carries a bow. Enlothien uses a double sided katana. He was of course an assassin! The tea came and he ttok a sip.

Orual

02-17-2003, 10:56 PM

Talômi rose slowly from the ground. Huddling by the wall wouldn't make matters any better, and would likely make them worse. If Rie found him there, in such a sorry state...well, that wouldn't be the way he'd most want to start this reunion, that was all. So he'd get another drink and try to think this out before he did anything rash.

He walked into the common room, his hood thrown back over his face. He got an ale and was looking for a place to sit when someone caught his eye: an Elf, whose name (from what he could hear of the conversation) was Tarondo. Talômi had a strange feeling that he ought to talk to this Elf, and his intuition was rarely wrong; it had saved him and Rie from a fair number of scrapes in the past, and he knew to trust it. He went over, smiled shyly, and gestured to the empty seat. "Is anyone sitting here?"

Nuranar

02-17-2003, 11:34 PM

‘No, please join us.’ Tarondo looked up, a little surprised, but not displeased. ‘My name is Tarondo and this is my sister Luinien. We are lately of Mirkwood.’ His eyes rested for a moment in perplexity on the young man’s hair, revealed as he threw back his hood. I know I’ve seen that color before...

Luinien gave him a poke and he recollected his manners. ‘What brings you to the Shire?’ he inquired, simultaneously shooting his sister a sly glare.

avarrogion

02-18-2003, 01:40 AM

Enlothien was sipping his tea while observing the crowd at the inn. It was pack and he could the sounds of people chattering about here and there. The tea he was drinking is almost due to it`s last drop. Enlothien called out the bar tender,

" More hot water please " said Enlothien in a deep monotoned voice neither with feelings nor emotions. Just plainly monotoned voice.

A group of elves were talking nearby, he could hear someone introducing themself to the 3rd person, Torondo and Luinen. That`s what he heard. His tea came back and he sat there sipping it.

Arien

02-18-2003, 02:59 AM

That night as Niamh laid in her bed the nightmares started again.......Screaming, blood, her mothers death, it was more clear now after Mylasia had told her. She could see them upon Roman, their father fair and graceful, saying goodbye, "Mylasia take care of Niamh, if you need me I will be where the Elenor grows....".

She jolted up from her bed, sweating. The land where the Elenor grows. Why hadn't she remembered this before? Why?

Niamh slipped out of her bed silently and tip toed ove to Mylasias bed. Then she hesitated. Mylasia would forbid her to go and try and find him. If she wanted to go she would have gone by now. Niamh decided to go alone.

She packed all her things and put on her travelling gear. She glided down the dark staicase and out of the door. "Goodbye Mylasia, I must go, I don't know why, but I must go" she wispered into the frosty night air. Roman, was waiting in the stables. She climbed upon him and then she rode him out of the stables and down the path.

Behind the shadows of the stable lurked a assasin of Boodoo, Niamh was being tracked.

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piosenniel

02-18-2003, 02:00 PM

Notice of players needed:

Himaran has room in his new RPG, 'The Road to Erebor', for gamers.

He needs 3 Dwarves from Erebor and 1 warrior of the Mannish race (male or female).

This will be an exciting game. All those not already in cureent RPG's should try out for this one. smilies/biggrin.gif

Orual

02-18-2003, 04:29 PM

"What brings you to the Shire?"

Talômi threw back his hood and sat down. "I've been here for a couple of days, looking for someone," Talômi explained. "My name is Talômi, son of Almarien. Brother of Talmérië..." He faltered, then grinned. "That's why you recognize me, if you do. She's my twin--we look very similar. I've been searching for her almost nonstop since she left, but I'm afraid that as it always was she left me in her dust. I think that's probably because I stopped at every in from Gondor to the Shire!" He laughed. "But none like this one, I'll say that. This is most certainly a unique place.

"But I'm straying from the point and taking up your time," Talômi said, and smiled apologetically. "My apologies. I am wondering if you know my sister, who probably goes as Rië or Rie here."

Maegaladiel

02-18-2003, 05:11 PM

Nahai pulled her cloak tighter around herself, now realizing how cold she was. Her stomach growled loudly, sounding rather like the growl of the she-bear form she sometimes chose to take on. It growled again, much louder. Now it sounded more like her uncle Beorn's bear cry. Well, more like his snoring, now that she thought about it. She chuckled, remembering the happy days spent in his house as a child. But then memories of the years before came flooding back, wiping the grin off of her fair face. If only her parents were still alive.

She forced those memories back into their dark hiding places, ordering a drink ("something hot") and a plate of whatever food the inn had ready at the moment. Shoving bread into her mouth ravenously, she looked around again.

Everyone seemed to be talking at once, happilly chatting with friends, talking of their pasts, or plotting amongst each other. Must be nice to have someone to confide in, she thought. This thought sparked new anger towards those who...stole her life. Robbed her of everything she cared for. Took away her family. When she found them, those murderers would regret ever messing with a shape shifter. She felt a bear growl building in her throat as she thought of them, and quickly changed it to a cough as several patrons turned to look at her. Whoops..heh heh. Red showing on her tanned cheeks, she turned back to her food.

piosenniel

02-18-2003, 05:49 PM

Pio sat in the darkness of her rooms. Her talk with Laurie had gone well. ‘That one will find her path with sure steps.’ she thought to herself. She watched the stars wheel and dance in the sky for a short while, then relit the small lamp by her side.

Her red note book lay on the table by her, and she picked it up flipping to the page where she had made her list of things needed before the babies came. Taking a fresh quill from the portable writing desk at the other side of her chair, she dipped the tip into the ink and went about editing her entries.

The midwife had been found. Sam’s wife, Miz Rose would do her the honors. Now what about the position of Innkeeper. She chewed her lip and tapped the feather against her cheek. ‘Ah! What about Prim?!’

Primrose Bolger, a distantly related cousin to Fatty Bolger would fit the bill nicely. A down to earth Hobbit with a good head for judging people and a good mind for business. A hard worker – she had been a server at the Inn for about a year now and had been a tremendous help to Pio when she first had come and had the Inn drop in her lap. She was the kind of young woman who dove right in to manage anything thrown her way.

Prim was thirty-five years old, and unattached as yet, though many of the young males hung on her every word and eyed her as she moved about the room serving drinks. Pio kidded her about her covey of admirers, but Prim just laughed it off saying she was too young to think about settling down as yet. She had too much she wanted to do.

Perfect! She would ask her tomorrow if she would be willing to take over the Innkeeper duties.

Pio closed the book and put it down on the table again. Her hand brushed across a pile of papers that lay stacked in an unruly heap, and several fluttered to the ground. The first one she picked up was a bill from one of the suppliers. She laid it aside to deal with tomorrow.

It was the second one that caught her eye. Narello had done it. She smiled to see it, and her mind quested out to see how the boy fared. He was well and sleeping – in the open beneath the stars and the sighing trees. The picture was lovely. The Two Trees, their light captured well by his young hand. She heaved herself up from her chair and found a silver frame to place it in. ‘Right here.’ she said, placing it on the mantel of the small fireplace. ‘The light from the sun and moon as they stream in the window will shine on the Trees from which they sprang. And I will see it each day as I enter the room.’

She touched his mind once more. A precious gift, Narello! I thank you.

avarrogion

02-18-2003, 07:16 PM

Enlothien heard and observe a lot of people in the inn. There was of course a lady with a red book and the elves who were now sitting and talking thou two of them look a like. Must be twins. And then a new face caught his eyes. She was coughing rather loudly.

Enlothien smiled to himself as he saw there was an empty sit next to her. It was about time Enlothien starts to make some friends and not enemies around this part of Middle Earth. His past still haunt him. Enlothien drank the last drop of tea and proceed to approach theempty seat.

" Do you mind if join you? "

Himaran

02-18-2003, 08:38 PM

Bali stood up at the table. "Friends, wait here for me, I have a few things I must take care of with the innkeeper."

He walked around the bar and to one of the back rooms. He slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to intrude into her private time.

Piosenniel was sitting in a rocking chair, with a young girl. Her feet were up, an open drink sat on the counter next to her, and it was clear that she was relaxing.

Bali was a little embarressed upon entering, but when she saw him she smiled. "What might you be needing, Bali?"

Much relieved, Bali returned the smile. "M'lady, I have something to give to and ask of you..."

Himaran

02-18-2003, 08:57 PM

Kaldon sat at a table near the door. Now everything is in place. I have only to wait for him to get here.

Then the inn door swung open and a dwarf entered the inn. Is that him? Kaldon watched him closely. Then the dwarf noticed him and walked over casually, ordering a drink before he sat down at Kaldon's table.

"You're late." The dwarf smirked. "Aye, and you would be too if you made a journey like that one in bad weather, on a horse, too. Riding all night through a heavy downpour to get here. I'm fair soaked."

Kaldon smirked back. "Aye, its a tough business, but it pays well. So, here's the plan..."

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Burzdol

02-18-2003, 09:23 PM

When Bali had walked off Burzdol started talking to Erulon, "I don't like him. Not one bit. Though if he is to help we should give him a chance."

"I can't stand him," Erulon replied

"Hey, who is that talking to him now?" Burzdol pointed to a new dwarf.

Both the man and elf sat puzzleing the strange arrival. I wonder what they're up to. If they try anything I'm going to.....

Frodo Baggins

02-18-2003, 09:39 PM

"Well, Rirrym, at least she had someone she knew she could count on. Right?" Cromthal said with a smile. "I really never have done very much in the buisiness of healing. That was part of my training under my master though. That and my music, and I had to learn the law and lore of my people in order to be able to rule." Cromthal continued. He yawned widely, he suddenly felt as if all the strength had been drained form him, and if he hadn't been lying down, he would have collapsed.

"Oh...excuse me. I guess I am more tired than you are." He wondered about going back to sleep. "Rirrym, you are sure you are comfortable in that chair?"

piosenniel

02-18-2003, 10:05 PM

Laurie had left and Pio was sitting in the low light of one small lamp when the Dwarf entered. She came alert and stood, trying to remember whether this had been one of the trouble makers earlier in the Common Room. A niggling memory of him trying to restrain his fractious friend with words returned to her, and she relaxed. This was the friendly one of the group, the one who liked to drink, and laugh, and tell good stories.

She smiled at him, motioning him to come sit with her a while. She sat first, thinking that if she did he would feel more comfortable. She watched him as he made his way to the chair, his eyes on her. He was about a foot smaller than a grown man, and sported the Dwarvish long brown beard. It lay on the light mail coat he wore over his brown tunic. About his shoulders, though the night was warm, he wore a heavy brown cloak. She noted his axe, kept secured in the long black strap that went round his back. Most interesting though were the chiseled features of his face and his bright sparkling eyes, above which he bore a scar that marked him as a warrior who had seen heavy fighting.

He sat, perched on the edge of his seat as if for flight, willing himself to sit there in her presence. She looked at him gravely, though the ghost of an impish gleam shone in her eyes. ‘Well met, Master Dwarf.” Snippets of conversation came to her and brought his name. ‘Bali. Is it not?’ He nodded imperceptibly as she went on. ‘And what might I do for one from glorious Erebor, the jeweled city beneath the mountain?’

Elladan Peredhil

02-18-2003, 10:14 PM

Rirrym smiled. "Yes, the chair is actually quite comfortable. Certainly more comfortable than I expected it would be." He stood up and stretched before pacing back to the chair to give Cromthal some room to sleep if he so chose. He patted his lap to get the dogs attention away from whapping Cromthal's face with his tail and the dog ran and leapt onto his chest, effectively winding Rym. "We're going to have to work on your landings, furrball," Rym said with a soft laugh once he'd managed to catch his breath back.

He sat for a long while stroking the dog and waiting for the sun to come up, or Cromthal to awaken, whichever came first. He didn't know how long he sat there before he dozed off. The next thing he knew he was waking up to the dog licking his face. "What is it boy? Is it morning already?" he asked groggily.

maikafanawen

02-18-2003, 10:23 PM

“So what are your stories Ani Dao?” asked Nevlhachien, looking at the newest member of their table. Ani Dao flicked her eyes between the two elves a bit nervously, then deciding there was nothing to hold back, resolved to narrate her story.

“Well,” began the elf, “I’m originally from Mirkwood.” She began to fiddle with her mug. “My father is the Head Guard under king Thranduil of Mirkwood. I trained for the Royal Guard for many years, alongside famous elves such as Legolas. You’ve heard of him maybe. After that course was completed, I went on to train privately with Ahret Ban, the king’s assassin. I was to be his successor. I did very well and succeeded, but the king had no use for me. He did not have any specific enemies, only the random band of orcs. So I left the kingdom in search of adventure.” She glanced up haphazardly and saw that both elves were listening intently so she continued.

“I remember one time in Mirkwood, when we had enemies, and a band of Easterlings had entered the forest, and attacked some of our people. I was still young, and not done training for the guard. A friend of mine, Lakr Bo, and I were told to stay in the Great Hall, as is customary for the peoples of Thranduil’s realm when a threat is imposed. We decided that the Guard needed all the help they could get, so we crept out, disguised as real guards, and made for the battle site. Once there, we joined the skirmish. But as I said, we were not fully trained and quickly failed. The recognized us as just young elflings so they simply drugged us and bound our hands and feet.”

Ani Dao paused to take another sip of her ale and clear her throat. She enjoyed sharing some of her past with her new friends.

“When we finally regained consciousness, we were in an Easterling camp not five miles outside Mirkwood forest. We guessed that the Mirkwoodian guards had won, and pushed the enemy out of their realm. That was good for them but bad for us. We had no hope of rescue. The ropes were strong and well knotted. Our hands and feet were swollen from the pressure of the cords and slipping out was not an option. One evening, the Easterlings said that their leader wished to speak with us. Dragging, Lakr and me to our feet we half walked and were half dragged to the Easterling Lord’s tent. On arrival we were violently thrust to the floor. The Easterling Lord introduced himself. ‘I am Benosh. Welcome to me camp.’ He then bent down and untied our hands but had two guards securely hold us from fleeing. ‘Food water?’ He had asked us. We refused to say anything, and he continued, ‘Maybe not. I do not wish to argue with you two ruffians, I simply ask for some cooperation. We were pushed back a ways from our last battle. But we do not give up. Once Mirkwood is achieved, we have a better vantage point to claim the lands of men with.’ Lakr must have guffawed quietly at that comment because a guard struck him hard making him fall to his knees. ‘Hihm! How will I get cooperation from them if they are uncomfortable!’ He dismissed the guard called ‘Hihm’, and another one took his place. ‘I apologize for that. Here, some ale?’ Lakr decided to take a drink. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be all right, but I decided to wait a minute longer before taking one myself. ‘There, now, where were we?’ Benosh went on to explain his plan of infiltrating the Mirkwoodian palace. He claimed that no elf should be harmed and that as soon as he had accomplished his goal, which he didn’t care to inform us of, he’d restore the realm to its rightful owners.’ At the end of his ‘claim’ he stopped and looked at me.

“ So I pondered the matter. I did not believe one of his lies for a minute. He was full of lies and deceit. His intentions were beneficiary to him and his army only. As for no elves shall be hurt, he did a poor job of expressing that at the last battle sight where many of my kin were slain. He seemed a bit nervous as I thought, which reinforced my sense of confidence in this matter. His success deeply depended on my cooperation. In the end I decided that this was our only chance of escape. But I did not give in right away. I had to play out that I was oblivious to his true motives, and would seriously aid him in his devilish plot.”

Sofiya and Nevlhachien’s eyes were wide as Ani Dao told her story. The warrior elf smiled to herself basking in the attention she was getting for her story. She had always liked storytelling, and had done much of it with the dwarves in her many travels. She took another swig of ale and continued her story.

“‘What’s it in for Lakr and me?’ I asked leading him on. He thought about it for a minute and said, ‘I think the reestablishment of your home is payment enough.’ I smirked and stood up straight, ‘What would that matter to us, once we betray the elves, we will find no welcome there.’ He nodded, ‘What is it you want?’ I snuck a quick look at Lakr Bo. His face was fierce as well looking at the Lord Easterling like he was his equal. My friend had guessed my plan and was playing along nicely. ‘We want glory and power too. When you conquer what you will of Middle-Earth we want a share of it.’ I cocked my head and looked challengingly at Benosh, ‘Think of it this way Benosh,’ his name rolled smoothly off my tongue, making him pay attention, ‘if we refuse to aid you in this first step, there will be no power and glory. You have either most, or nothing. It’s your choice. We also want protection when we have our share. You must not turn against us, and your army must protect us from any challengers, deal?’ I made to stick out my hand but remembered it was tied. Benosh glanced to the guards holding us, his fingers on his chin. He then stared with his narrow yellow eyes. I returned the stare unwavering until he finally looked away and he muttered, ‘Deal.’”

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[TO BE CONTINUED]

Nuranar

02-18-2003, 10:26 PM

“Rie? Ah, yes, Rie! I know her,” Tarondo acknowledged. “Our acquaintance was formed...most abruptly, shall we say.” The smile on his face concealed his thoughts. Searching for her? She must have run away...

“I have not seen her for some little time now, but I am certain she is somewhere around,” he continued, glancing perplexedly about the room. What if she runs off again?

“Let me ask the servers if they have seen her,” volunteered Luinien, reading his mind. I may do a bit of searching on my own, she continued silently as she crossed the room to the bar.

Orual

02-18-2003, 11:03 PM

Talômi looked up as Luinien left gratefully. He felt a little guilty for not going to find Rie himself, but if Luinien was offering...

He looked back to Tarondo. "I appreciate your help very much. I've missed my sister a great deal since she left, and a day hasn't gone by where I haven't thought of her." He laughed. "I sound like a jilted fiancé, don't I? You must understand, my sister and I were closer than we were with anyone else. When she would leave--go to my grandmother's house for the weekend, go anywhere--I would feel lost and empty, and took comfort only in the fact that I knew that she felt the same way. I just haven't been whole since she left. But I don't know how to approach her, how to...how to start this reunion. I'm afraid she didn't miss me." He sighed and took a sip of his drink. "Well, you seem to be pretty close to your own sister--she is your sister, isn't she? I imagine that you probably know how I feel, a little bit."

******

Once Rie had taken her leave of Derufin, she was pretty much on her own--she didn't know where Don was, or Nuru, or anybody else. So she just took a seat, kicked back, and proceeded to tell a few jokes with some of the other patrons of the Inn. She'd had one ale, just enough to loosen her tongue, and she had refused to have another: she was telling jokes, after all, and didn't want to tell any that she'd regret later on.

She had told a particularly good one and her audience roared appreciatively when she saw someone approaching. She didn't quite recognize the Elf, but seemed to have seen someone who looked a lot like her before. She took leave of her audience and went up to her. "Excuse me! I don't mean to be rude, but I seem to recognize you and I'm quite sure that I've never met you before. I'm Talmérië, or Rie...what can I call you?"

Himaran

02-19-2003, 07:07 AM

"M'lady, when I left the great forest of mirkwood, I was coming with a companion. A fine young elf by the name of Halònir. When we came to the Misty Mountains, we went our separate ways, he to Lothlòrien and I to the great dwarvish realm of Khazad-dûd; known by the name of Moria in the common tongue. Alas, Moria was taken, and so I left and came around the mountains. I followed Halonir until he reached Lothòrien, but knew nought of those people, and went around the forest. It is my guess that he remains there, with those few that are left of his people. But when we parted, he gave me this."

Bali pulled a beatiful elvish knife out from behind his cloak. It had a white handle, and on its long blade were many images of trees, and vines, all entwined. Its sheath was convered in gold strips.

"It is but a trifle to an elf, but to me it is much more than that. It is Halònir's property, not mine. And so, I am going on a journey which I may not return from, it is my wish that you keep this knife in safety, until I return. If word comes to you that I have fallen in battle or to another grevious death, I beg you to send it to the forest of Lothlòrien, where Halònir resides."

Then he took another item out of a small pouch on his left side. "This, M'lady, is a gift for you. You are a most excellent host, and have been quite hospitable to myself and my friends." He handed it to her.

It was a neckless, made from tiny mithril rings. Hung on it was a flat blue gem, but set with a mithril image of a crescant moon.

"I made it myself, when I was being taught in the art of blackmithery by my father. It is a pretty thing, but thus should go to a pretty person, not some old,ugly a beat up dwarf like me." Here he chuckled. "And so I give it to you."

Maegaladiel

02-19-2003, 01:16 PM

Nahai was slightly taken aback for a moment. Someone had asked to sit by her. That was new. Then a grin crossed her face.

"If you refer to me, good sir," she said happily, "Then I would be honored if you joined me." Perhaps this was the beginning of something. Maybe she had found someone to listen, to talk to. Or maybe he was just another jerk coming to hassle her. But she was willing to take the chance.

"What is your name, good sir?" she asked.

Gorothlammothiel

02-19-2003, 03:30 PM

Nostawen had been sitting at the table for quite some time now, listening to the star maiden and the others. The dwarf had remained silent, as Nostawen had, for some time now though he seemed to be listening intently to passing conversation.

Nostawen fiddled with her empty cup and noticed that the others also had empty cups and glasses. Having played little part in conversation of late she decided to fetch drinks for the group. Nostawen stood and excused herself. Lifting her skirts in one hand she picked the empty glasses up in the other and made way to the bar.

The inn was crowded, but seemingly quieter than it had been in the past. Nostawen brushed past a tall dark man as she walked across the room. He turned to her and she apologised before continuing across. She placed the empty glasses on the bar top which itself caught the bartenders attention.

"Can I help you my lady?" he questionned. Nostawen replied with a smile, "Yes sir, some more drinks for my company if I may."
"But of course" With that he went off to get the drinks.

Nostawen took a seat at the bar and looked around the room. She pulled her hair away from her face and studied a figure on the other side of the room sitting alone. His face seemed to be covered partially with shadows, which made it hard for the elven maiden to distinguish features and race. The way he held himself suggested elven birth but she could not be sure.

"There my lady" said the bartender as he placed the drinks in front of Nostawen on a tray. He had taken back her attention from the stranger. She thanked the man and turned back to the room. She stood to go back to the table but saw that her friends it seemed had hardly noticed her absence. Elwen was laughing and fiddling with her hair, and tunic, as usual. She had not seen her so happy for a long time. Nostawen sat back down with the tray at the bar and pondered her own thoughts for a moment. She would go back to her friends in a while, for now she would sit where she was, alone.

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avarrogion

02-19-2003, 04:50 PM

Enlothien gave her a smile and pulled the chair and sat next to her.

" Thank you lady for letting me sit in this empty spot, i appreciate it. " replied Enlothien.

" You`re welcome good sir "

Enlothien sat in silence for a while before he decided to introduce himself.

" I am Enlothien, an elf from the woods, Mirkwood but i choose exile to live in Fangorn Forest " Enlothien then proceed to order another hot cup of tea.

maikafanawen

02-19-2003, 05:07 PM

Ani Dao stopped her story at a good point and the three friends ordered dinner. Ani had always been hungry during her last 700 years of traveling. Her only hearty meals had been had with the dwarves and in one or two inns in the scattered towns of men. Tonight she decided on a beef stew. Along her journeys, there had also been a shortage of ale. The dwarves had brewed the best, although these hobbits were a very close second. They drank to the Shire and spoke randomly throughout their meal.

Once their plates were cleared and their appetites satisfied, the Mirkwoodian warrior finished her story.

“Alright,” she said leaning back in her chair, “where was I?”

“You had just made a deal with Benosh,” reminded Sofiya, her enchanting gray eyes wide with enthusiasm.

Ani Dao smiled, “Oh yes. After we convinced him we weren’t bluffing, we began to pour over maps, charts, and other plans. Lakr Bo and I spent our nights comfortably then, eating as well as Benosh and our limbs were left un-bound, though guards still stood around our tents. Escape would have been tricky then because we could be caught, and perhaps then, killed. So we decided to follow through with the original plan. One night after we had finished our plan-making for the night, a group of Easterling scouts made a ruckus outside the Lord Easterling’s tent. He emerged in a flourish of impatience with us behind him. The scene we took in was unexpected. Three Mirkwoodian elves knelt down in front of Benosh, hands bound, and mouths gagged. When Lakr and I caught sight of them, we realized that if they supposed wrongly about our intentions, things would only get worse. We attempted in vain to go back in the tent with out their noticing us. The three elves caught sight of us and at first seemed confused, then they realized what we were, or what Benosh thought we were: traitors. In a hurried motion of anger they began to flail and press against their captors. In the growing disorder, Lakr Bo took this as an opportunity and quickly kicked down one of the tent posts without the Easterlings knowing who did it. As the tent collapsed he made for the elves. Unbinding them in a single swipe with a sword stolen from the guards, he pushed them from the chaos and off home before the canvas collapsed on the Easterlings and the two of us. When things came to, and Benosh reclaimed control, he blamed the guards for letting go of the elves. We saw them disappear over the hills in blurs of greens and browns. Had they escaped thinking us traitors and that they had escaped on their own, or had one of them realized that it was Lakr who had saved them? We did not know, and could only trust to hope.

“That night, the Easterlings closed down the camp and made for the forest. Lakr Bo and I had convinced them that the palace was not for about twenty miles within the forest (when in truth it was no more than five) so it would be best to enter right away. Our plan was to lead the Easterlings past the palace and more into the center of the forest. That way they’d be trapped as well as lost. Once they were “setup” in the designated location, Lakr Bo and I, if everything worked out, would slip away. We knew our way very well around the forest, so we could get back to the palace and ready the people.

“The first part of the plan went very smoothly, the Easterlings were silent in the forest, and brought no attention to themselves. Then once everything was “setup,” things took an unexpected turn. Benosh had us re-tied. ‘There will be no sharing of my winnings. The deal is off. I can take the rest from here.’ Gagged and left to be eaten by spiders, two guards each had us staked to the ground in a clearing.”

Ani Dao paused intentionally taking a long sip of her ale to build of the elves’ anticipation. She smiled inwardly, and continued. “We were there for three days, our bones exhausted and our throats uncomfortably dry. That was when Lakr’s older brother, Jakr Gahn found us. He had been out dealing with some spiders when he came across our imprisonment of a clearing. He quickly untied us and fled with us back to the palace, leaving the baffled Easterlings behind.

Once inside the Great Hall, Thranduil immediately called for an audience with us. We were led by five guards into the hall. Next to Thranduil were the three elves that Lakr Bo had set free at the Easterling encampment. But instead of staring at us with mirth, they were smiling and even winked at Lakr Bo. Grateful they understood, we hearkened to what Thranduil King had to say. ‘The Easterlings are very lost, Ani Dao,’ he said looking at me with uncertainty. ‘What do they know?’ ‘Nothing, my lord. I led them astray with false information. They are waiting for an army of unsuspecting elves to ride right to them on their way to the closest side of the forest, my lord.’ I knelt down respectfully in front of him, so I did not see my father and the rest of the elven guard behind him outside the door behind me. ‘Ani Dao!’ I turned quickly as my father walked towards me, with a very angry look on his face. ‘If Thranduil King didn’t need you in the future for you courage, honor, and skills, I’d kill you!’ His face suggested he was serious, so I silently took my knives and sword from him as he held them out and followed him out of the Great Hall. Lakr Bo followed behind me after a few words with Thranduil.

“We were taken back to the training yards as the guard went to lead the Easterlings into the spiders’ nests. Jakr Gahn lectured us in the responsibility of being members of the guard. Then he made us go through every exercise on the course until the guards returned successfully. After the Easterlings were defeated for good, Tranduil held a banquet in the Great Hall honoring the Guard and Lakr Bo and I. Our lives took a different turn after that, Lakr Bo went on to train for the Elite Guard, which didn’t work out, and so remains the Royal Guard, and I went on to train with Ahret Ban to become an assassin for the king’s protection. Of course, I was never used either, for we had no specific enemy. Therefore I left my life with the elves and journeyed across Middle Earth, which, after many more adventures, and meetings, has led me here.” She gestured to the surrounding room and leaned her elbows on the table in finale to her story.

piosenniel

02-19-2003, 07:55 PM

"I made it myself, when I was being taught in the art of blackmithery by my father. It is a pretty thing, but thus should go to a pretty person, not some old, ugly a beat up dwarf like me." Here he chuckled. "And so I give it to you."

He held out the necklace to her expecting her to take it in her hands. Instead she laughed delightedly, and to him it was as if the ring of tiny hammers against gems of unmeasured worth echoed in the beloved caverns of Erebor.

She beckoned him forward, and sweeping her long, night-black hair up with one hand, she leaned toward him inclining her head, and bade him place the necklace round her throat for her. And, blushing, though it is hard to say that a Dwarf blushes since his cheeks are covered so fully by his beard, he did so with deft hands.

He thought to step back, then, from her, but she caught his face in her hands and kissed him merrily on the cheek. She picked the flat gem up, its color reminding her of the deep blue of the sea, and with a finger traced the crescent moon upon it. ‘Often have I seen this, Master Dwarf, out on the deeps of the ocean, the moon reflected and held in all its shining perfection on the surface of the water.’ She inclined her head to him once again, smiling. ‘It is a gracious gift. I will cherish it.’

She took the knife from him, admiring the work on it, testing it’s edge against her thumb. And as the thin line of blood welled up, she smiled, saying, ‘A very fine blade. I will indeed keep it safe for you.’ Pio held the gaze of the Dwarf with her grey eyes. ‘There will be no need to send it to the Golden Wood, I think. I do not see that your doom will come soon upon you.’

‘But come, now, we will drink to the success of your adventuring. She reached into the small cupboard beneath the table next to her and pulled out two finely wrought crystal glasses, and a silver flask bearing an engraving of two crossed axes. Two fingers worth of fiery Dwarven spirits she poured for each of them.

Raising her glass high to him, her face alight with grace and dignity, she spoke these words, ‘To the Axes of the Dwarves, Master Dwarf! Baruk Khazâd!’

Lathriel

02-19-2003, 09:28 PM

Duriel ducked as she passed under the low door and looked around the common room,it was cozy and a bright fire was in the fireplace. She took a seat near the fire and ordered some ale to a passing barmaid. She smiled to herself as she remembered her last adventure.

It had been a few nerve racking months and now she was stuck in the shire. But now she would relax in this cozy inn before heading home towards Rohan.

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Nuranar

02-20-2003, 12:28 AM

"Well, you seem to be pretty close to your own sister--she is your sister, isn't she? I imagine that you probably know how I feel, a little bit."

Tarondo nodded. “We are brother and sister. And yes, we’re...pretty close.” He smiled, somewhat sadly. “Not that all brothers and sisters are close. But you cannot live and work with someone, day in and day out for years, without growing close. You cannot save someone else’s life, and have her save your life, without growing close. We have faced death together.

“Several times I have faced the prospect of life without her,” he continued in a low voice, his face grim. “It was hard – very hard.” He fell silent, eyes gazing into the past.

Talômi shifted slightly, and Tarondo came back to himself. “I apologize, your words brought back many memories. Now, about Rie: Why did she run away? Is there a particular reason she would hide from even you?”

* * * *

"Excuse me! I don't mean to be rude, but I seem to recognize you and I'm quite sure that I've never met you before. I'm Talmérië, or Rie...what can I call you?"

Luinien’s eyes widened in surprise and recognition as the red-haired girl addressed her, but her expression betrayed nothing. “Oh, Rie! My name is Luinien. I saw you when we first arrived here. You were up in the rafters attacking cobwebs, right? Do you remember my brother Tarondo?” Her voice held only warmth and friendship. Tarondo, she’s here! she thought urgently. Stay back and let me handle it!

[ February 20, 2003: Message edited by: Nuranar ]

Lanithelias

02-20-2003, 01:58 AM

Dizzy, aching, and with a lump on his head the size of a small hobbit, The wretched, muddy figure awoke to the pressure of something substantial standing on his back, and the unmistakable feel of a wet nose in his ear. Once he began to stir, the unitentified creature stepped off his back, much to his relief.

"Ooh, my head! Wha-?" he was stopped short by a reassuring lick on the face as he sat up. The creature, apparently a large canine of some kind, had decided he must have needed comforting. Which was just as well, for it took his mind off the fact that there was, quite literally, nothing on his mind.

"Hello, there, friend," he said, as the canine, that further inspection revealed to be a wolf, sat on its haunches, looking at him expectantly. "Where did you come from?... For that matter, where did I come from, and where are we now?"

If it was possible for a wolf to look amused, this one did. Her head cocked slightly to the side and her toungue lolled out, as if to wonder at the odd questions, while still smiling reassuringly. Her tail swept easily to one side and then the other, displaying her continuing interest.

"I don't suppose you could answer any of those, could you, friend?" He remarked drily as he started to his feet.

Oh, you were expecting an answer. My apologies, I thought you may have been speaking to yourself. I came from the hills called the Barrowdowns, you came from somewhere east of there, I believe, or rather I became aware of you entering the eastern border of my territory, travelling west. We are presently in a pile of uprooted weeds in a place called Shire by it's two-footed dwellers. The wolf stated all this very easily and without preamble, as she apparently stated all things, but it halted his rising abruptly, and he landed heavily on his backside, eyes wide open in suprise. His companion's ears came forward, and she nuzzled him momentarily in concern.

"Granted, my memory isn't what it used to be, but I seem to recall that...that doesn't happen." He puzzled to no one in particular.

Your memory..? I guess that fall you took was worse than I thought. Are you alright, Lanith? She thought at him. Do you remember me? The fur between her ears furrowed, almost like a brow, in concern.

Lanith jumped, startled at the sudden recollection of his own name once he heard it. It was almost scary that he didn't notice that he'd forgotten it. He searched what little memory he had left, and came up with a vague impression, almost as if from long ago and far away, that this wolf was indeed his friend, and he had called her... "Sister. yes, I do remember you now. I don't remember much, but I do remember you now."

Her ears came down and back, and she bared her teeth. Good. Then I want you to know that I had the devil's time trying to track you down last night, I was worried half to death, and if you value your life you will NEVER scare me like that again. Her expression lightened, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. Now get yourself into that inn around the other side of this stable and clean yourself up. You stink horribly.

He scratched her head affectionately behind the ears as her rose. "I think I will, at that, and see about a healer, as well."

That would be wise. I will be about the grounds, a bringer of death has been about, and no good will come of it. And with that, she walked off, her gray coat seeming almost to vanish as she padded silently into the brush.

Thinking Sister's behavior odd, but assuming that was the way she had always behaved (for he could not remember otherwise) he walked around the stable and into the Green Dragon Inn. He recieved, or maybe only thought he recieved strange looks from the other scattered patrons in regard to his very shabby appearance and mild state of filth. Lanith approached the counter and asked if there was room for the night, preferrably one with a bath. As he was shown to it by a polite hobbit-lass, who behaved for all the world as if the elf behind him was the typical fare for this establishment, and for this Lanith was grateful. He certainly didn't need it pointed out that he was as threadbare as an elf is likely to look in the Shire. After a much needed bath, he set about washing his travelling clothes in his bathwater, which wasn't as dirty as was anticipated.

Rumaging through the pack he had been wearing revealed a cloak and a few changes of clothes, as well as light provision and some herbs he could no longer identify, and some weapons he could, if only by inference. After all, it's not hard to figure out what to do with a knife or two if you have need of them. As he dressed in some of his spare clothes the blues and greys became familiar to him, seemed to call to him very faintly. Donning a set of bracers and belt, it wasn't hard to figure out where the knives and sword went, especially if he just let his body do what came naturally. Apparently, two knives went on each arm, one on the upper and one on the lower sections, a few small ones went on the belt, and the light, curved sword went on the left hip. As luck would have it, or hopefully he had thought ahead before losing his memory, there was a pouch with several coins, judging by the feel of it, enough to pay his room at least, though he wasn't too sure how valuable each denomination was.

Thus newly cleaned, clothed, and outfitted, Lanith set out to the common room to quench his burning throat and silence his loud stomach.

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Huntress

02-20-2003, 03:55 AM

Huntress' attention had been drawn away from Rave for a second by the entrance of a stranger an assaian, she felt her stomach tighten and the urge to hide, but it seemed she had no reason to worry. The strangers eyes merely passed over her,
Damn my nerves she thought am I ever going to relax, she smiled an appologie at Rave and broke the silence between them,

"I would like to ask your oppinon on something."

Rave made the slightest motion with her head to show she was listening.

"I've spent years, I don't know how many but its been almost as long as I can remeber, and i've been searching for a murderer or an assain, and now it looks like I may never find him to get revenge. So I was thinking I might like to find out where I come from, where I belong, prehaps even make some time for elves my true kin." Huntress could see Rave thinking behind her eyes, so after ordering another drink Huntress sat back and waited for her friends reply.

Gorothlammothiel

02-20-2003, 08:06 AM

Nostawen was still sat alone at the bar, paying little attention to those around her. She had completely forgotten about the company at the table. Staring into the dark liquid in the nearest glass, the reflection of a man appeared, and disappeared just as quickly. Nostawen turned her bowed head towards this new figure who had taken seat on the next stool. He smiled at her and relaising she had been staring at the elf, she smiled back.

The bartender had brought him a substantial amount of food and a drink. Nostawen guessed this travellers journey had been long. She remembered her own journey here, after losing her company. She turned back to the table where the star maiden was sitting. "Friends?" the elf next to her asked. "Yes" she replied, "these drinks were for them" she said staring down at the tray laughing. "I've had them up here for some time now, perhaps I should take them back." The elf nodded. "I am Nostawen by the way" she spoke softly as she lifted the tray. Her skirts slid off the seat. "Then greetings Nostawen" he smiled. "Would you care to join us sir?" Nostawen asked as she stood with the tray in hand.

Himaran

02-20-2003, 10:29 AM

Raising her glass high to him, her face alight with grace and dignity, she spoke these words, ‘To the Axes of the Dwarves, Master Dwarf! Baruk Khazâd!’

"Aye, and to the success of the journey to Erebor. May our feet be given speed!" Then they drank. The fiery dwarvish spirit revieved Bali, for he had tasted nought like it since he had left his homeland.

"I must now leave you to your rest, fair lady, and finish preparations for the journey." They bid each other goodnight and a fairwell, as Bali was leaving early next morning.

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"You couldn't even kill him." Hogar's face was filled with disdain.

"I suppose you did better, my fat dwarven friend." "Aye. I got my man."

Kaldon looked over at the bar, where Bali had disappeared into. "Things will work out anyway. We'll have plenty of chances to finish the job on the way. But you watch yourself. He's gotten a full brigade of expert warriors coming with him, and that one elf doesn't trust us. Tread carefully around that one. Now, when Bali walks out, ask him if you can go along. You know, be a distant relation or something."

Hogar spat on the floor. "I don't need your dumb advice. I know what to do." Leaving his drink on the table, he stood and disappeared.

Kaldon sat back slowly, sipping a fresh ale. Hogar was starting to really get to him.

Kaldon watched from his table as Bali came back into the commons room from behind the bar. He spoke to his companion in a low voice. When this job is done, you will be next on my list, dwarf.

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Himaran

02-20-2003, 10:37 AM

Bali sat down at the table. "Well, friends, all is prepared. I even met another dwarf who is coming along, name of Hogar. He knows me from Erebor. Now, we will be leaving early the next morning, so it would be wise for us to go to bed now and get some rest."

Eruantalon yawned loudly. "I second that idea. Good night, Elwen. Perhaps we will meet again."

The two got up. "Are you coming, Burzdol?"

"I'll be along in a minute." Bali, and Eruantalon found their rooms and had a good nights rest. But Burzdol stayed at his table; thinking of his father, and watching. Ever watching that man over near the bar...

Frodo Baggins

02-20-2003, 10:47 AM

Rirrym had obviously not realized that Cromthal was out, because a few moments later he came un humming an interesting tune. Dancing a bit here and there.

"Cromthal! When did you leave?" Rirrym asked.

"Hmm? Oh I woke up again and decided to go for a walk. Winter is ending, an incredible chorous of birds were singing, I had to jion them." He danced across the room.

"My, you are happy this morning." Rirrym continued. Cromthal smiled.

"Perhaps, my master once said to me that I would dance had I just been given a death sentence. SO I don't know what I am half the time. You know, Rirrym, It's really not that different being a year older. It feels the same."

Rirrym looked confused "A year older? Are you trying to tell me something Cromthal?"

Suddenly, Cromthal grew grave. "Yes, I am telling you that Today, Rirrym, I am a year older. Today begins my forty-seventh year on this earth. Today is my birthday."

Lanithelias

02-20-2003, 12:48 PM

"Would you care to join us sir?" Nostawen asked as she stood with the tray in hand.

"I would be glad to, Nostawen. And my name is not 'sir', it is Lanith. Pleased to make your aquaintance." He smiled impishly at her for a moment as he introduced himself, trying to mask a nervousness he couldn't explain. He felt somehow exposed and vunerable, as if there were some kind of attacker near, though there wasn't. Even so, it was good to hear a friendly voice, and the smile turned genuine as he realised this.

Even so, he felt a pang of guilt for leaving Sister out there to track down whatever she was tracking, instead of the warmth of the Inn that he was enjoying.

Do not worry, her voice came to his mind, to his suprise. I am keeping the company of some rather entertaining rabbits at the moment, I'm quite content. There was a brief pause, then as an afterthought she added Do not worry for yourself about that assassin I caught scent of earlier, he is no threat to us, and is probably several hours away, he could almost hear her sniff the air briefly, to the east, I believe. But excuse me, I'm neglecting my hosts for the evening. That last she said in an almost devilish way, and Lanith was somehow sure the Shire would be one brace of coneys lighter by morning.

Smiling again at Nostawen, he followed her to where her friends were sitting, carrying a mug of some very warm beverage with him.

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Lyra Greenleaf

02-20-2003, 01:20 PM

"Do you really care?" asked Ellie "You aren't just saying that? Sometimes you seem too nice, I don't want to bore you. It's a long story, my whole life and I know I talk a lot, too much you might say, in fact lots of people have said it before I-"
"I care" said Drago firmly.
"I was doing it again, wasn't I?" asked Ellie with a sniff and a watery smile. Silently Drago handed her his pocket handkerchief.

"Did your mother really say you were a fool? That's not very nice. I thought mothers were supposed to be lovely. I never knew mine." she added.
"I'm sorry" said Drago looking concerned.
"Everybody is. I don't understand it, really. I never knew her so how could I miss her? I had a really happy childhood, with my Aunt in the Smials, oh and all my cousins, second cousins, and third cousins twice removed!" Ellie laughed a little shakily.

"And none ever told me I was a fool. I loved it there" she added with a sigh. "Then my Aunt died, that was horrible. For a while I continued to live at the Smials, with my cousin Pearl and her family, but my father's cousins the Grinder-Chubbs claimed me, and all my Took relatives let me go. What was one more child to them, the Smials is bursting with them?"
She looked really angry and started pacing the room.

Maegaladiel

02-20-2003, 01:34 PM

Nahai smiled at the elf. Gulping down a sip of ale, she looked at him out of the corner of her emerald eyes. He carried a double-sided katana, most unusual for an elf.

"I am Nahai, daughter of the lady Silhinui. Pleased to make your aquaintance." Her cool green eyes met his. "What brings you to the Dragon, friend?" Friend. That was a word she hadn't used in a while. It felt somehow familiar and strange at the same time.

Arien

02-20-2003, 02:22 PM

Mylasia, opened her eyes to the sound of a horse at fast pace. She turned over in her bed to face Niamh, but she wasn't there. Mylasia's heart stopped, she sat up in her bed and wispered Niamh's name into the dark room, again she did but no answer. She got out of bed and lit the fire. Niamh wasn't in the room, and it wasnt like her to play games especially at this time of night. She couldn't be downstairs. No, all Niamh things were gone, gone! Mylasia ran to the window and flung it wide open. She called Romans name, but no reply. She did this a second time but then faltered. Tears fell down her face, Niamh had gone and Roman with her. How could she have let this happen? Her father had trusted her to look after Niamh. Mylasia fell to the floor, tears blinding her vision, she repeated Niamhs name again and again. That night she cried herself to sleep.

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The next morning Mylasia woke up with a start. Maybe it was a dream, but no. She was still on the floor and the window was open. As Mylasia lifted her head up she hoped for the best but alas Niamhs bed was still empty. Mylasia sat up and leaned against the cold white wall, her head was spinning, should she go after her? should she stay?

Stay, Mylasia it was not your fault you could not help it. Stay....stay....sta....

"Mother?" said a startled Mylasia as she looked around the room, no one was there, she sighed, hearing voices was not a good sign. But it was hear mothers voice and regardless of the fact that she was mad or she really did hear her mother, she would stay. Niamh would come back. She would.

Mylasia got up and washed. She tidied the room and made Niamhs bed tearfully. She slipped her red dress on and stood by the window to brush her hair. She looked out onto the stables and thought of Roman their horse. She then saw some thing very strange, from what she could see a male, man or elf she could not tell from such a distance, was talking to a wolf, a wolf. He was very scruffy. He got up and walked towards the in, he looked up at the spot where Mylasia was, but she had recoiled back in. He went ahead and entered the Inn.

Mylasia decided to go down to the Common Room in an hour or so to fill her stomach, but first she sat thinking of Niamh, hopefully she could out run any trakers that were persuing her. Hopefully.

An hour or so later Mylasia was down in the Common room sitting at a table by herself. No one offered to talk or sit next to her, she sighed and took another sip of her tea. Then the stranger from outside entered the room, he was much cleaner now, an elf. Mylasia longed to talk to him for he seemed like someone to share her story with. But another elf had reached him first. Damn, why couldnt she have been more confident. Mylasia stared as the she-elf lead him over to the table with her other friends. She continued too look at him, for something entranced her, he turned round and looked straight into her eyes, he had piercing eyes and they broke right through her dark brown ones. She looked down into her mug, and her face flushed a bright red.

I dont want to talk to anyone, I want to see Niamh. Thats what her head said. But her soul, her heart wanted Niamh back but also company, a friend.

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Elladan Peredhil

02-20-2003, 05:31 PM

Rirrym smiled and shooed the dog off his lap, coming over to shake Cromthal's hand. "Well, then, Happy Birthday my dear Cromthal! I'm sorry, I wish I'd known earlier -- I would have at least tried to come up with an idea for a gift to give you. At least let me buy you breakfast.."

Cromthal nodded, and Rirrym hurried off to a small room off to the side to change into some cleaner clothes. He came back wearing a dark brown jerkin over a cream-colored woolen shirt. Dark brown jodphurs covered his legs and leather boots reached midway up his calves. He had knotted a belt around his waist and stepped up to a small mirror, trying to make his tangled mass of hair look a little more presentable before the two of them leave the room.

As the two of them left the room, Rym stopped for a moment to try and convince the dog to join them. Unfortunately, the dog had made himself comfortable on the bed by now and was sound asleep. "I hope he'll be alright in there until we get back.." Rym said in a soft voice. Cromthal nodded in agreement, and the two of them made their way down the hall and then down a creaking staircase.

A hobbit maiden stood at the bottom of the stairs as they arrive. "You're just in time for breakfast," she said with a smile. "What can I get for you?"

Eruwen

02-20-2003, 07:11 PM

"I once told myself that it was quite possible to find my identity in Middle Earth. I gave up long ago." Rave replied to Huntress. "Although, you, being an Elf, could find it somewhat easier. The race of Man has spread all over this world. My true origin could be anywhere. But Elves, Elves tend to stay in groups...well most of them."

Rave remembered that Huntress was an "Elven ranger" when she spoke. Despite the circumstances, she continued. "I think you have a good chance at finding them." she said. "Maybe start in Rivindell. That is a very peaceful place, and the company there is much helpful. I believe you will someday find your family."

Rave smiled and looked around the inn. Many new people had entered. "I will be back shortly, if you will excuse me," she said and made her way towards the bar for something to eat.

Burzdol

02-20-2003, 07:15 PM

Burzdol sat silently in a shady table at the back of the inn, ever watching the man.

A short Gondorian was slowly set between his eyes. Burzdol looked up to see the friendly face of Elorwen, the sword stuck in her right hand.

"Hello," she said as she lowered the sword, "How 'you been?"

"Swarn, dunna dor," he said in elvish tounge.

"Oh. Can I sit down?"

"Yeah, sure."

The two chatted for awhile about different things. Through it all, Burzdol hardly took his eyes of the man.

"Burzdol I have something for you, I heard you were going to leave for Erebor tommorow," she handed him a small pendent. A gold embroidered green leaf. A chain connected it at each side.

"Thank you, though I have something for you,"
a small diamond set ring slipped from his hand to hers. She started crying and ran upstairs. Well, I better get to bed, big day tommorow.

avarrogion

02-20-2003, 08:08 PM

Nahai was her name and now Enlothien was sipping his drink on a same table with a stranger that called him Friend. It`s been awhile since he was called that by anyone.

" Well most likely to find my self some adventure or to get hired by someone here " replied Enlothien as his eyes meet hers.

" Hired? Are you a mercenary or some sort ? " asked Nahai.

" Well not a mercenary but an assassin, i am different from all the other elves right? " asked Enlothien while sipping his tea.

Enlothien then ordered a mug of ale. As he return to his seat,

" What brought you here to the Inn then Nahai ? "

Himaran

02-20-2003, 10:09 PM

And so, early the next morning, Bali, Eruantalon, Burzdol, and their host of companions left the Green Dragon Inn. They were headed for Erebor, far east of the happy land known as the Shire.

Their journey is continued in The Road To Erebor, Rpg. Farewell to our friends at the inn.

Arien

02-21-2003, 10:01 AM

Mylasia was still sitting in the same spot 3 hours later. The elf hadnt looked over again, not that she had wanted him to. Her mug was now empty, she left he table and went up to the bar.

"May I have a drink please?" asked Mylasia handing the Hobbit lass behind the counter some money.

"What will it be"

"Te...Can I have an ale please"

"Pint or half"

"Pint please" the Hobbit lass handed it over with a cheery face.

"Thankyou very much" said Mylasia, she made her way back to her table. She sat down and looked over at the Elfs table, he seemed content chatting away with the others. Give it up she thought, he is not coming over, you will be here by yourself until Niamh returns. By now Mylasia had the idea in her head that Niamh was coming back, no questions, she was coming back.

Frodo Baggins

02-21-2003, 09:43 PM

Cromthal smiled at the hobbit-lass and then looked at Rirrym.

"What do you say to bacon, eggs, and toast, Rirrym?" he asked. Rirrym nodded in agreement.

At the table Cromthal said. "Don't feel too guilty that you didn't know my birthday, Rirrym. I at first was going to tell no one, but you shoud know. How old are you if I may ask?"

Orual

02-22-2003, 01:59 PM

Rie broke into a grin. "Of course! I could hardly forget. I knew I recognized you. He was very kind--like as not I'd be up in my room with a broken leg if he hadn't been there to catch me. I've always regretted that I couldn't get to know him, but I had to leave right away." She nodded contemplatively. "He reminds me of my own brother. Well, one of them, at least--I have enough that every man I meet will probably remind me of one of them!" She laughed, and after it trailed off she added, "I liked him, I mean. I love my brother, and miss him, but I'll probably nev--that is, I don't see him much anymore." She bit her lip at her slip-up, and waited to see if Luinien would call her on it.

*****

"Why did she run away? Is there a particular reason she would hide from even you?"

"From me?" Talômi echoed. "I don't know why she's hiding from me. Well, she doesn't know I'm here, now, but I've tried to get letters to her and I've never gotten a reply. She probably thinks I'll just tell Father where she is and have her sent back home. You see, she wants to be an adventurer--I am a Ranger, and my father and all of my brothers are Rangers as well. My mother's a smith, and Rie was supposed to be one after her, but that's not what she wanted. And Rie is very used to getting what she wants, you understand? She's the only girl. Father's princess, even though sometimes she felt that he didn't notice her, since she never came with us when we went anywhere--being the daughter. So she decided she'd go, and leave us hanging for once." He stopped. "No, I'm making her sound more bitter than she was. She just wanted to do what she felt like. It had nothing to do with revenge. But I'm...afraid that, oh..." He faltered. "I'm afraid that she doesn't want me here. I'm afraid that she'd prefer it if I were back home in Gondor, with Father, and if I never thought of her again." He sighed and looked at Tarondo. "But I guess you wouldn't understand that part, since you and Luinien seem so close. We are, too, I think...I thought..."

Lily Ahern

02-22-2003, 02:25 PM

A tall stranger in a long green cloak entered the common room, as the heavy wooden door closed the stranger drew back her hood .

She was an Elf, with dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes.She walked over to the counter and inquired about a room for the night.

piosenniel

02-22-2003, 02:45 PM

The Innkeeper had retired for the evening, leaving Primrose Bolger to mind the Common Room through the wee hours of the night. She saw the Elf in the green hood standing at the bar.

'Another guest!' she sighed, wiping her hands, wet from washing mugs, on her apron. She hurried over and inquired what the Lady might be needing.

'A room, you say,' she asked, and would you be wanting food and drink also, m'Lady?'

She motioned for Buttercup, the sleepy-eyed upstairs maid, to go ready the room with the western facing window for the guest. Then, leading the Elf to a table by the fire, she asked if she might bring her something warm to drink, or cold if she preferred, while she waited for her room to be ready.

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The Ruling Ring

02-22-2003, 03:16 PM

Drago watched in silence as Ellie walked and talked, speaking first to him, then seemingly to herself, telling the story of what happened to her in childhood. "Hospitality at the Smials" suddenly made a lot more sense.

She sat back down next to him with a slight sigh, dropping her head to her hands. Drago patted her shoulder faintly, to show that he had listened, and he sympathized.

"Well, perhaps it was for the best," he said quietly. "If they were so willing to let you go, perhaps it was best that you went. Just as I thought it was best to get away from my relatives, with their hurtful words and opinions."

Ellie made an indistinguishable sound then, then brought her face back up into view. Drago smiled at her, standing up.

"I'll wager Champignonne's gotten the soup by now," he said. "Would you like to go back downstairs?"

Huntress

02-22-2003, 03:20 PM

Huntress had watched Rave to the bar to get some food, sitting back she looked around the room once more, with Rave no longer sitting with her she once again felt the shadow that had hung over her return.

Something or someone caught the corner of her eye by the bar, she looked round to see a tall elf been led to a table, with a sudden impulse brought by her talk with Rave, she decided she would make time for her own kind again.

Slowly Huntress rose, she made her way to the bar and turned to Rave where she sat telling her of her moving to another seat the women nodded her regonnition, so taking a deep breath to stop her from shaking she made her way over to the table that the brown haired elf sat.

She was greated by the darkest brown eyes and a warm smile, Huntress smiled gently back

"May I join you." Huntress asked nervously holding her breath while waiting for an answer

Lyra Greenleaf

02-22-2003, 06:02 PM

"Well, perhaps it was for the best, if they were so willing to let you go, perhaps it was best that you went. Just as I thought it was best to get away from my relatives, with their hurtful words and opinions."

"What?" muttered Ellie to herself, disregarding the rest of Drago's speech.

"The best?" she burst out, pacing the room frantically "You think it's good that I was sent away from all my friends and the good part of my family to stay with people who hated me and only wanted me to go against my Took relations? Well, you're a lovely friend I must say!"

Ellie stopped pacing and pointed a shaking finger at Drago's nose.
"I suppose you think it's good that they called me names, and always told me off, and blamed me for everything, and, and..." she trailed off, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"You don't know anything! My family had to let me go because the Chubbs were closer relations, stupid!"

Her eyes filled with tears. "I thought you were my friend, but you're not. I hate you! I'm going to go back to Champignonne. She'd understand, she's a Took. Not some...Hedgeworth" she finished disdainfully, and ran out of the room sobbing.

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The Ruling Ring

02-22-2003, 06:56 PM

"Ellie, wait!" Drago sprang up from the bed, running to the door, just in time to see her disappear down the stairs.

He hadn't meant it that way. It had come out wrong! How could he have let it come out sounding like that?

"How could you let this happen?" a familiar voice resonated in his memory. Drago saw the looming, formidable form of the cleric standing before him, the terrifying metal staff clutched in his hand.

Drago swayed a bit in the doorjam, clamping his hand to the side of his head, steadying his body and his mind.

"Don't start that back up, Drago," he thought harshly. "Go after her. She's upset, and it's your fault."

Drago ran down the hall and down the stairs, landing with a slight thud at the bottom, looking around for Ellie and Champignonne.

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Elladan Peredhil

02-22-2003, 07:20 PM

Rirrym smiled in thanks as the hobbit lass came and brought plates full of food. "They certainly don't starve you here," he said with a chuckle.

He paid the waitress and took a bite of the toast before answering Cromthal's question. "I just turned 20 about a month ago," he said. "And I'm glad you filled me in on the fact that it's your birthday -- it's good to have something to celebrate every once in a while. And it's better to celebrate here among such kindly folk than out in the wilds, believe me."

Rym looks down at the table uneasily as he remembers his last birthday before sighing and eating a bacon strip. "Have you got any plans for how you'd like to spend your birthday?" Rirrym asked, trying to change the topic subtlely.

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Frodo Baggins

02-22-2003, 10:08 PM

Cromthal and Rirrym were walking back to the Green Dragon, both were carrying a few odd packages. Cromthal had just met Rirrym on the road a few moments ago, they had walked around together for a while, and about an hour ago had gone separate ways.

"Cromthal what is all this?" Rirrym asked.

Cromthal smiled and said "You asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I went shopping after wandering around with you."

"Yes but what is all this?" Rirrym asked again, carrying a soft, shapeless, large package.

"Well, let's see. the bundle you have is a bolt of linen. I have with me five books I bought, a woven rope belt, and this." he held up a small sack.

"What is that?" asked Rirrym

"It's saffron. I'm dying the linen with it and making a new robe. All Sidhe have a robe of this colour" he tugged on his purplish, greenish, greyish robe he was wearing, "and a saffron coloured robe."

"And you don't have one?" Rirrym asked.

Cromthal looked down at the ground for a moment. Then he began "A saffron coloured robe is a ceremonial thing for our people. Each Sidhe chooses a special day to celebrate something life-changing that happened to them and celebrate it once a month on that day. That day they wear a saffron coloured robe. I was wearing mine one day while stupidly crossing a flooded Abhainn-mor, the Bradywine the hobbits call it and the current carried my robe away, I nearly drowned myself."

"Poor Cromthal" said Rirrym.

"Mm If you call meeting the one the elves refer to as Mithrandir 'poor' he pulled me from the river. I'll tell you the tale sometime."

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02-23-2003, 12:56 AM

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Everdawn

02-23-2003, 04:31 AM

Umbria continued talking ot the ranger in a chair by the fire. "Why do you shy away from me when i look at you Alaemas?" Umbria turned her sharp eyes on Alaemas, now who desparatly tried to avoid eye contact.

"come, you still dont believe that old legend do you? The one about the ones who see?" She had touched a nerve deep in Alaemas' body. "youre not scared of me still are you?" She smiled and lay her hand on top of his, to which he gasped and pulled his hand into the recesses of his cloak.

"your touch is like ice!" he stammered "so you know we keep watch, but what for? This area is being watched by the wild people, to keep the peace and towns safe we must in turn watch." Umbria continued to look at him, emotionless.

Suddenly Alaemas noticed how much sadness had crept it's way deep into her soul. He could tell she had been kept inside, because her skin which used to be tinged bronze from what he remembered of their first meeting on the West Road, was now pale with years of keep. Her snow hair still, as it had always been, kept behind her grey eyes and under her lilac hooded claok that she always wore concealing her eternal youth.

Umbria looked into the fire as Alaemas spoke. " I have met many elves in my travells, Elfsun, but none like you, you say there is good in you, but in that good lies evil."

"I have been kept away Alaemas" Umbria sighed confirming his thoughts."I am what i am, for good or for evil. I live what life I have, or dont." she was quiet, Alaemas spoke again.

" I have some news for you. A woman, half-elven, I saw im Minas Tirith, looked like you, the same eyes..." Umbria stopped, breath caught in her chest. Still she stared at the fire. Alaemas spoke again. "her name was Aeryn."
Umbria threw a hard piercing stare at Alaemas. "Do not speak that name, for it's wearer is dead!" Umbria closed her eyes.

"not dead" Alaemas replied " your daughter is very much alive. she is your daughter isnt she." Umbria frowned "do not use my shame against me, I loved Augenden, but he has been dead 2000 years. Do you not think I regret what has been done!" Umbria was now quite distraught.

Lyra Greenleaf

02-23-2003, 08:51 AM

Ellie wanted to scream with frustration, at Drago, at her whole life...she didn't know which. Maybe it had wanted to come out for a long time.

Stuffing the front of her pinafore into her mouth to muffle the sound and darting into a dark corner of the corridor, she yelled as she never had before. It made her feel a little better, and her rage started to subside into sadness that she seemed to have lost what seemed to be a good friend by being horrible to Drago.

He started it! she said to herself firmly. Who cares about him, anyway? He's just...just a- a silly boy!.

Consciously drawing herself up to her full 3 foot eight inches, Ellie walked down to the bar. Seeing Champignonne sitting doing some sort of needlework, she sat down opposite her determined to act as if nothing had happened.
"That's pretty" she started "I can't do anything like that. I'm not...not patient enough." Ellie swallowed.
"Soup?" asked Champignonne, gesturing to the bowl.
"I'm- I'm not...hungry" she replied, and burst into tears.

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Gorothlammothiel

02-23-2003, 12:29 PM

Nostawen led Lanith over to the table where her company were seated. Elwen was answering a question of the dwarf's it seemed, so without interupting she lay the tray down on the table and went to fetch another chair. Nostawen noticed an unused stool at a nearby table. She enquired if it were occupied and the young hobbit maiden sat at the table smiled and gestured for her to take it.

When Nostawen had reached her table it seemed Lanith had been well recieved, and was subject to many questions from the company. By the look on his face Nostawen could see these were not questions he was ready to answer. Not yet. She sat the stool down on the floor and Lanith stood up, "Here, let me help you" he said with a smile helping Nostawen sit. She smiled at the elf who then took his seat and his drink in his hand. Elwen, who had already passed the drinks off the tray handed Nostawen hers with an accusing smile on her face. A smile that Nostawen was quick to dismiss.

Burzdol

02-23-2003, 04:13 PM

A bump in the road woke up the ranger in the back o a carriage. He sat up and looked out the window to a truly odd site, but deafinitly not unbelievable site. A large gathering of races were fighting about something outside the inn he was going to, in which agreement wasn't seen.

The carriage stopped with a sudden jerk which made him fall to the floor. he regained himself enough to get out, in front of him stood a small old man.

"Enerel, you really should sleep a little more, I can see bags under your eyes," the little man pointed out.

"Thank you for your conceren, Orclen. You have been protecting me for years. But now I'm old enough to go out by myself."

"Well, with your father being a steward of Gondor, what else am I to do if he asks me a favor?"

"Now, I tell you to go to my father and aid him in something more useful."

"Okay, fine. Take this though. I know you're skilled with weapons, so I got you something on my last journey," the little man hobbled up to the driver's seat and got out a large package. "Here you go, I got it from Mirkwood. Hope you like it."

Enerel opened the thing. Inside a long Mirkwood bow and arrows lay before the man. "Thank you."

"Aww, you're welcome. Though, I best be off."

Enerel watched the carriage speed along the bump path back towards Gondor. Then his thoughs strayed again to the small party of races near the entrance of the inn. Not odd to see elves and dwarves fighting. Though odd that they would be intermingeled, some talking calmly.

Instead of standing there he walked to the door of the inn. With one final look at the odd party, he opened the door. Inside it wasn't much different than anywhere else, except these few little hobbits running around. I heard about these guys in stories of the Ring, but never saw one before. Pretty cute though. He walked to the bar and ordered his favorite drink, red wine. He exchanged his money for the drink and walked to a the back of the inn.

He slumped to the wall and fell asleep.

Maegaladiel

02-23-2003, 08:25 PM

Nahai's eyebrow rose. An assasin? Perhaps he... No. She shouldn't jump to conclusions. There were many assasins in Middle Earth, and it wasn't likely that he was the one she was looking for.

"I'm just looking for adventure, and the men who killed my parents. Whichever I find first." she told him. The elf assasin saw a spark of hatred kindle in the woman's eyes, and then saw it quickly fade.

"So." she said, changing the subject. "You said you came from Fangorn? I thought no one dwelled in that forest."

Nurumaiel

02-23-2003, 08:45 PM

The door to the inn creaked open and a hobbit woman came in, carrying a little girl and leading a boy with her free hand. She made her way through the crowd, trying to keep from being trampled by all the Big Folk, and at last came to the counter. "Excuse me," she said, and to her great joy and hobbit turned to her. "I'd like a room for..." she began to count in her head, and then finished, "for five, please."

The innkeeper smiled at the little girl who hid her face shyly in her mother's shoulder, but gave a sweet little smile back.

"Your name?" the innkeeper said.

"Robin Green, but put the name down as Dinodas Green. He should be here soon..." The hobbit's voice trailed off, and she began to search the crowd. A grin came to her face when she heard a loud scream from the front door. "That'll be him," she said. "Thank you."

Don watched the family carefully. She had no idea where Rie had gone, and she was getting bored. If she doesn't come back soon just to let me know she's okay, I'm just going to scream and scream and scream her name until she comes, Don thought grimly. But for now I'll watch them.

"Oh, Bandy, love, don't be crying so," said Robin with a sigh. "You're nearly five years old now."

"Hold me, Mummy, hold me!" the little boy said, stretching out his arms.

"Daddy will hold you, darlin'. I have to hold your sister."

"But Celandine nearly four!" the little boy protested. "She can walk herself."

Robin sighed and sat down at a table. She smiled to herself. Wasn't it just wonderful to be a mother? Especially that day Bandy had been so angry at her, but then he felt sorry, and had come to her for forgiveness and comfort, big tears rolling down his pudgy cheeks.

Still, I'm beginning to regret call him Bandobras, Robin thought. He's not a thing like him. But I couldn't resist naming my children after the company. She smiled and lay her hand on her stomach. Little Giles will be coming soon. Just a few months now.

She sat back and watched with amusement as her eldest son Halwon played peek-a-boo with her daughter. It was wonderful to be back at the Green Dragon, though this time with all her children. It reminded her of the day she had agreed to accompany Bullroarer on the journey to Rivendell. She was glad Dinodas had suggested taking them there.

Annunfuiniel

02-24-2003, 07:01 AM

'I have to get to the inn tonight' said Mayla to herself while standing up and looking on the shadowy road ahead. She straighted her blue dress and then - as always - touched her necklace, just to make sure it was still there. And again as always the relief reflected in her eyes which now looked blue because of the colour of the dress she was wearing. Wind swept her fair hair to her face.

The roads from Annúminas were new and easy to travel but if you don't know exactly where you are going even the easiest passages may become overwhelming. Mayla had wandered around for maybe just over a week but the time felt ten times longer.

She was no unwearying elf nor a tough dwarf but she was used to travel long distances with light baggage while looking for healing herbs and roots. But this time everything was different. This time I won't go back.

This thought gloomed her mind as she continued her journey. She had met some other travelers in the morning and asked if they knew a place where she could spend a day or two (or maybe longer), sleep in a real bed for a change and have a decent meal. They were kind enough to tell her the way to a inn called the Green Dragon.

Mayla walked in silence and tried to concentrate on what she saw along the road instead of letting her mind wander free. She didn't have the strenght think about the past nor the future.

Finally after long hours of lonely travel she saw the inn near ahead and quickened her pace. Everything looked to be in good order and she sighed with relief. There were only few people moving around the inn and the stables but she guessed there would be quite many inside the house.

As Mayla entered in and smelled the food she finally realised how hungry she was. Suddenly a warm meal was all she could think of and so she headed straight to the counter. She dodged a hobbit child that was running around his mother. Mayla smiled to the woman who carried another child in her lap.

'What can I get you', asked the innkeeper when Mayla reached the desk. 'Something to eat is all I need right now but if you also have a room to spare I would be forever grateful.' The innkeeper looked amused and informed her that the room would be ready when she had finished her meal. 'Oh, could I have a cup of hot water, please? So I can make my own drink.', asked Mayla. She had picked up some herbs near the inn that she knew would help her to sleep without dreaming. For dreams were the last she wanted to see...

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Ransom

02-24-2003, 03:59 PM

Mara loved cats. This love was not born of childish affection or a passing whim. The thin and wry redhead had obtained the black tabby she was now showering with affection shortly after her emancipation from slavery in Umbar. Even as she moved through the crowded inn, she blended into her surroundings like a passing wraith. The Gondorian woman’s skin was still deeply tanned, a testament to her earlier life. She paused for a moment to straighten her simple brown dress. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in her wardrobe, but it did have the most hidden pockets. She choose a unused table in the middle of the room and sat, waiting for her companion while making a great show of fussing over her appearance and fidgeting. Hopefully, any watching eyes would simply gloss over her as a local girl who was waiting for a friend.

It was only a few moments before her friend arrived. In the two years Mara had shared the hardship of the road with him, she had learned to notice Sir Barak Mindalel’s lean six foot five inch frame under any circumstance. In the interests of secrecy, the knight had left his partial plate mail and Lochaber axe in their room. The only thing that separated from the merchants and travelers that frequented the establishment was an ornate Haradrim saber. He made a show of ambling around the tavern before seating himself across from Mara. The knight bent looked around disapprovingly before leaning forward and whispering, “Do we have to dine here? There are too many people.”

However, Mara had other ideas. Her eyes grew wide while her upper lip quivered as if she would cry. She’d practiced this look for quite some time, and more than one man found himself too enraptured with her face to notice the sudden disappearance of certain personal objects. To the best of their combined knowledge, Mara hadn’t said a single word since her birth. It took only one glance before a sinking feeling began to grow in Barak’s stomach. He simply couldn’t bring himself to argue with her. “Oh, fine. Just this once.”

Ignoring Mara’s gloating grin, Barak rose to procure a meal. Completely ignoring the various alcoholic beverages, the knight procured two cups of strong tea before returning. “Dinner will be here in a moment, dear.”

The food in the inn was far better than average. The waiter arrived a few minutes with two bowls of stew and a loaf of bread. Barak took a tentative sip as his companion watched and waited a few moments. By virtue of the lack of uncomfortable feelings, the stew was probably poison free. Umbar had been a wonderful academy in survival, a place where failure was punished with death. Mara quickly ate her portion before settling back and scrutinizing the other patrons. As long as they were here, they might as well keep their senses alert for information.

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avarrogion

02-24-2003, 08:09 PM

Enlothien took a drink and looked around the inn. People of all races began crowding the area. Some had been there since he`d arrived whereas some just arrived.

" Fangorn is old...quite old indeed and the ents are still dwell there but hidden " replied Enlothien.

The waiter came and Enlothien ordered another drink and this time it was ale. Enlothien looked into the eyes of Nahai then he smiled.

" Why are you smiling? " asked the woman.

" Well you`re seeking revenge right? You`re here to look for the people who murdered your parents correct me if i am wrong " replied Enlothien.

Annunfuiniel

02-25-2003, 07:48 AM

'And what is your name, if I may ask?' The voice of the innkeeper awoke Mayla from her thoughts. 'Of course you may, how rude of me not to tell it in the first place! I am Mayla, a healer from Annúminas. If you need my favors here just let me know.'

Soon Mayla received a bowl of steaming meat soup and some freshly baked bread. For a while she focused all her attention on filling up her stomach. Little by little she felt gaining her strenght back; she started to sense the room and people around her, the smells, voices, someone brushing her dark grey cloak while passing by... Mayla could see all the action without turning her eyes from her dish.

Mayla's gift to scent things, feelings, was inherited from her mother. But she wasn't second or even tenth in the time-honoured lineage of healers of the north. Maylen, her mother, had taught her to master her talent for otherwise it would have consumed her.

Mayla finished her meal and started to prepare her potion. She crushed the fragrant herbs and dashed the drink with some honey. While stirring the steaming mixture she tried to winnow all those feelings that crossed the rooms air. So much pain, grief and hatred... , she sighed. But then a scent of joy and hope passed its way to her mind and lift a slight smile on her face. Yes, where there is life there is still hope. And still smiling she glanced at the hobbit woman with her children.

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Maegaladiel

02-25-2003, 10:32 AM

Nahai's eyes narrowed. Where was this going? Suspicion crossed her mind, but she pushed it back. No need to jump to conclusions, Nahai, she thought to herself.

"Yes," she said slowly, "This is indeed true. But why do you smile at this? I don't find the murder of one's family to be a laughing matter."

Burzdol

02-25-2003, 03:46 PM

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Frodess

02-25-2003, 05:35 PM

"You're not well," said Champignonne, setting down her needlework. "Did Drago do something to you? I can get my elf friend to beat him for you if you like." She did not mean this seriously, as she did not want violence and did not know Tiquandel well enough even if she did; she just wanted a laugh.

"You know," said she,"my mum once told me, 'sometimes, the only one you have is you, and before you befriend anyone else you have to befriend yourself.'" She didn't know why, but the quote seemed appropriate. "My mum and I lived alone most of my life, with only my Aunt Lilly as company. I am not as sociable as you, nor half as friendly,"(With this, she smiled.)"but I know that whatever it is that troubles you, you must let it pass in its own time. I'm not saying that it will go away quickly, but you've gotta give it time, and learn from it. From my family's isolation, I learned how to be an independent hobbit. And I also learned how to do this embroidery, and how to have the patience to do this embroidery." Champignonne smiled again and gave Ellie a comforting hug. She placed the bowl before the hobbit, encouraging her to eat, and waited to see what would happen.

nevlhachien

02-25-2003, 06:02 PM

As Ani Dao finished her story, Nevlhachien remembered her only adventure. She thought it seemed just a tiny little adventure compared to Ani Dao's.

Nevlhachien spoke, "My adventure seems so small compared to yours. I am sure you don't want to hear it."

"Of course we want to hear it Nevlhachien," Sofiya said.

"Yes. I would much like to hear it," Ani Dao added.

"Alright. Though it may get a little long. Don't say I didn't warn you," Nevlhachien said and winked. She took a drink of her water and began her story.

"It began the day my brother left me in Rivendell. He was sent on some kind of secret mission and I was devastated to hear that I could not go along. I didn't want to be left behind, so the day after my brother had set out, I decided that I would follow him. After the sun had set, I packed my things and ran to the stables to get my horse. As i was getting my horse ready to leave, a voice behind me spoke, startling me."

"It was the elf that was appointed to watch over me and make sure that I didn't leave. His name was Nensule and he was quite handsome. He told me he could not let me leave to follow my brother, but he would let me leave if I went with him to Mirkwood. I had told him that I had much desired to visit Mirkwood the day before and he promised he would take me there. So that night we set off to the forests of Mirkwood."

"We were about half there when Nensule sensed a small band of orcs ahead. He said that we should turn back to Rivendell but I refused thinking that we could hide and they would pass us by and we could continue on. After much debate, we decided to hide in a small grove of bushes and wait to see what happened."

"As the orcs came into view we could see that there were only ten or so. I began to get nervous for this was my first time I would have to fight with something other than my brother."

"Two of the orcs from the group started to walk toward where we hid. But before they could get close to us, Nensule had shot them with his bow. He grabbed another arrow and killed another orc. I was so amazed by his skill, I forgot that i should be helping. So I grabbed an arrow and shot an orc right between the eyes. But before I could grab another arrow Nensule was on his feet and jumping out of the bushes to fight the rest with his sword. So I did the same."

"I killed two orcs and was fighting with my third. He was stronger than the others and I was having trouble holding my ground. Suddenly I felt an agonizing pain shoot up my left arm. I fell to the ground and the orc hovered above me. I looked at his face and knew that he was going to kill me. But before the orc could, Nensule came to my aid and killed the him."

"After that I remember little. I was in such pain that I could barely keep my eyes open. I do remember Nensule putting me on my horse and I asked him for my sword because I had dropped it when I had fallen. After that I remember waking up in Rivendell with great pain in my left arm."

Nevlhachien pulled up the sleeve on her left arm revealing a long scar that ran from her wrist to her elbow. "I was told that I almost died. I am glad I didn't, but in a way I am sad that I lived. Nevlhachien bowed her head, for tears filled her eyes of the memory she now held.

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avarrogion

02-26-2003, 06:30 AM

" Didn`t meant to offend you or anything " said Enlothien as the waiter pass him his ale.

" It`s quite rare that a lady as beautiful as you seeking revenge...and the reason i am smiling is because i can see it in your eyes " continued Enlothien.

There was silence among them. Neither he nor Nahai dared to speak.

" I know how it felt to lose the people that you know and care... " spoke Enlothien as he broke the silence barrier.

Maegaladiel

02-26-2003, 10:38 AM

Nahai was slightly taken aback. That was hardly the reply she had expected...but she didn't mind at all. A tint of red showed on the apples of her tanned cheeks.

"You...you did not offend me, sir" she said, "I merely...well.." her voice trailed off.

"It's hard, isn't it?" Enlothien said softly. "Losing them, I mean?"

Nahai nodded slowly.

"Very" she said. She was dying to know this mysterious stranger's story, but wasn't sure how to ask. It was probably a touchy subject, and, living her life alone, wasn't much of a conversation-starter. So she stared into her ale for a moment.

"Do you miss them?" she said suddenly. Enlothien looked up at her.

"Pardon?"

"The people you lost." She pushed a strand of red-gold hair behind her ear, unsure if she was approaching this correctly. It was a very stupid question, she thought to herself, but she couldn't think of a better response at the moment, half of her mind still being on his remark about her eyes. Solemnly, she waited for his reply.

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maikafanawen

02-26-2003, 04:49 PM

"What do you mean!? Sad that you didn't die?" Ani Dao put a reasurring hand on Nevlhachien's arm. "What terrible thing has befallen you that you wish death to take you away? I've heard Mandos' halls are not as luxurious as those in Rivendell." Ani Dao meant it as a joke, but it was ill-recieved by the lamenting, golden-haired elf. "Please, if there is anything I can do ..." Tears caught in Nevlhachien's throat prevented her from replying.

"Me too, is there anything?" Sofiya put her hand under Nevlhachien's chind and lifted it to dry her tears with a beautifully embroidered handkerchief. "Come, come now. Tell us won't you? We will listen."

Aerandir Carnesir

02-26-2003, 06:20 PM

Just then, a young man with peircing blue eyes and a fair, elvish face walked in. He seemed to have been in many battles with orcs and wolves despite his young age. Some of the folk at the inn recognized him. He gave them a peacful nod and headed to the counter.

"Hullo! Good day to you," he said, "I am Aerandir Carnesir. I'll have an ale tonight." Pio could tell that he was a ranger and asked, "What brings you to the Green Dragon?" Aerandir replied," I was just passing through to Bree, and thought I'd rest in your company for a few nights."
He picked up his ale, and sat at one of the tables in the corner of the room nearest the door. He lit his pipe and peacefully watched the room which was in a quiet stir from the young elf's story.

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avarrogion

02-26-2003, 07:57 PM

Enlothien was taken aback by her question. He do misses them. His parents were great elven warriors but was slain in front of his eyes when he was just a kid. A tear rolled down his pale cheek.

" Miss them yes i miss them a lot " replied Enlothien in a frail voice. He called out the waiter and ordered another ale.

" What happen....i am sorry if i offended or cause you any grief " said Nahai.

" Grief...nay it`s just it has been awhile since my story is told.... when i was just a kid my parents great elvish warriors was killed by orcs. They slay my parents in front of my very eyes. " Enlothien pauses and let some tear roll down.

" Since that day i was brought up by many, elves alike and even humans but lastly i found my home in Fangorn live a life of as an assassin " said Enlothien as he sips the newly brought ale.

Eruwen

02-26-2003, 09:06 PM

Rave sat at the bar quietly. She had finished her meal, and ordered a mug of ale. She turned and saw Huntress as she sat at a table looking around the room. She wanted to join her new friend, but Rave felt a need to be alone for a few minutes. She watched as a young Elf came into the inn. He stopped at the bar and ordered a drink.

"Elves..." Rave thought to herself. Many had come into the inn. Very mysterious they were. The Elves had always fascinated her. This one looked somewhat to be a Ranger, though---looking to have been traveling for a while. This Elf was different than most. He had a story behind the outward appearance.

Rave walked up to him from where she was sitting at the bar.
"Excuse me," she said. "Mae Govannen. I am Rave of Rohan. May I join you?"

Aerandir Carnesir

02-26-2003, 11:41 PM

"Hullo to you, Rave of Rohan. Join me" Aerandir happily replied. He had not had a descent conversation with another person in a long while. "I saw by the way you were looking at me that you want to know more about me." he said, "I've been mistaken for an elf before." He pulled his hood back. Rave saw that he had man's ears and a short hair-cut. "My father was an elf. My mother was from Gondor." Aerandir told her, "My father was a great warrior from Mirkwood. He was called Olwe Carnesir. He had fought in the Battle of the Five Armies." Aerandir took another puff from his pipe. "After the battle, my father went to Lothlorien to get council from Galadriel and Celeborn. He felt that there was a terrible evil there that no army could contain. I later found out that one of those Hobbit folk had found a magic ring from the Third Age, and that was the evil that my father had sensed.

On his way back to Mirkwood, My father came upon an orc camp. He was very proud and curious, and wanted to see what these goblins were up to being out of their caves. He sneaked around to the main tent and found a beautiful young maiden tied and gagged. Because the orcs in the camp were so few, My father quickly killed them and saved the young woman. Her name was Eldalote and she told my father that she was from Gondor. She had been kidnapped by the orcs because her father, Huor, had also fought in the Battle at the Lonely Mountain. He had died just after killing their high captain. Huor was at Lake Town when the dragon Smaug had attacked, and he fought alongside Bard and stayed for the Battle of the Five Armies. My father and mother fell deeply in love and were later married.

When I was about two years old, my father,mother,and I went down the Great River to Gondor where my mother lived. While we had been camping one night, we were ambushed by orcs. My father valliantly fought them all off, but he was mortally wounded in the attack. When we made it to Gondor, we sent my father's spirit to the halls of his fathers,and when I came of age, I started training in the army. I became a master sword and bowman. I have chosen exile to be a ranger and protect myself and my mother...for my father's sake. I have not seen my mother in many years." Aerandir put his hood back on, bowed his head, and a tear rolled down his pipe; sizzling in the glowing ashes.

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Eruwen

02-27-2003, 09:46 AM

Rave sat still intensely eager at the man's story. So much had happened to him and his family, it was hard for her to take it all in. A few moments passed by of silence before Rave replied.

"You have had a hard life then, havn't you?" she finally said. "I must admit mine own hasn't been near so...full of life, if I may use the term. I have been wandering alone since my childhood. I never even knew my parents. You are fortunate, friend, very fortunate to have lived the life you have."

Rave sat once again not saying a word.

"Oh, I didn't get your name, did I?" she spoke to the man. "Would you mind sharing?"

Maegaladiel

02-27-2003, 01:33 PM

Nahai felt a pang of sorrow tear at her heart. His story sounded painfully like her own.

"My parents were murdered as well, as I've said," she said softly. "What you don't know is, that they were killed by men because of what they were." Enlothien looked at her, questioningly.

"Pardon?"

"My mother and father were...skin-changers. They had the power to shape-shift. Like me." She rarely told anyone this secret, but she felt as though she could trust this assasin. "They were murdered because people feared what they were. They condemn what they do not understand." She pulled her cloak tighter around her, staring into her ale. "I escaped, although barely. They gave their lives for mine. After that, I went to live with my uncle, Beorn, on the outskirts of Mirkwood, until I was old enough to be on my own. I then moved into the forest for a while, vowing to someday find the men who murdered my family and have my revenge." She gave a sad smile. "And here I am. Still looking."

Enedacilwen

02-27-2003, 02:53 PM

She pushed the door open, her slender pale hand on the wooden frame to steady her first step into the Tavern. Her eyes looked out from underneath her cloak hood, which was pulled down over her face so no one could tell who could be hiding underneath it. She walked over to an empty table in a dark corner and sat down.

As she waited for someone to come and serve her, she thought about her choice, wondered about what she had done was right. A stray piece of her light auburn hair fell across her face, and she lifted a hand to push it back. As she did so, anyone who was looking, got a glimpse of her face. Pale white skin, alert emerald green eyes, high cheekbones, a finely sculpted face, light, silky Auburn hair, and one of the signature charecteristics of the Elven kind was also visible, a pointed ear. She quickly pulled her cloak hood back down over her face and waited for someone to walk by and to stop and talk.

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OOC: Anyone is welcome to stop by and start a conversation with my Elf!!

piosenniel

02-27-2003, 03:06 PM

Primrose was just finishing the last of the tankards, wiping the last drop of rinsewater from the side of it. She lined it up with its mates, like a row of little soldiers ready for duty.

Another guest had come in. An Elf, trying to hide herself, she noted. She laughed out loud. This is the Shire - her very height and the boots on her feet marked her as an Elf.

'Let's see now.' she said to herself, sorting through decanters behind the bar counter. 'Mistress Piosenniel keeps something here for those Elves on their way West to the Grey Havens.' She pulled out the silver flask and poured a small dram of silvery, glistening iquid into a tiny crystal glass.

'Primrose, at your service, m'Lady.' she said to the unusually green eyed Elf. 'Something from the Innkeeper, who has retired for the evening, compliments of the House.'

She set the small glass of miruvor in front of the hooded Elf. 'Now is there anything further you require?'

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Enedacilwen

02-27-2003, 03:13 PM

Enedacilwen took the glass. She placed the small glass to her rosy lips and took it down with one sip.

"Thank you, Miss Primrose. But no, I do not require much, a room to sleep in, that is about it. Oh, and I will need a horse in the morning, do you know where I can find one? Mine is, well, gone."

Enedacilwen wiped a tear from her eyes as she thought of Mialyn. Her horse, Mialyn, was a mre, of a dappled grey color. She had been her faithful mount for, oh, a many odd years, but she had passed during the a cold night, about 3 days previous. Enedacilwe set the glass back down on the table, and pushed it closer to Primrose's hand, signaling for her to take it, that she was done.

piosenniel

02-27-2003, 03:33 PM

Primrose called for the upstairs maid to get another room ready. Buttercup, groaning, trudged up the stairs to comply. 'Why can't the guests at the Inn be normal folk. And not all these night owls!' The only room left was a small one, in the corner with two tiny windows facing west and south. Buttercup opened them up to air out the room, and fluffed the pillows to make them look more inviting. Though what an Elf needed with a room was beyond her. She had always heard they merely dreamed at times, eyes wide open, and preferably under the stars.

She hollered down the stairs, grinning at Prim, who raised her eyebrows at her and shook her head at the loud voice she had used.

'Your room's ready, Miss, whenever you are. Top of the stairs and in the southwest corner. And as to the need for a horse, I don't think we have any extra. All belong to the guests here, or to Mistress Piosenniel. And I know she will not be parting with hers.'

nevlhachien

02-27-2003, 05:14 PM

When Nevlhachien was able to speak again, she decided she would tell her two companions what had happened that brought sadness upon her. She choked back more tears and spoke.

"Only a day after I had been back in Rivendell, I heard word that my brother was back. I found him in his room, lying upon his bed. He had been injured badly and could not be healed. I was told he didn't have much longer to live. He seemed so calm, like he wasn't going to die anytime soon."

"I kneeled down beside him and took his hand in mine. He spoke to me,'I have failed you sister. I now regret not letting you come. Will you remember me always?' And as he said those words I cried. Nothing could stop the tears. My brother gave me a beautiful necklace, a gold leaf from Lothlorien. He also gave me his sword and his horse. He gave me one last kiss on my cheek and he said,'Live hard my sister. Do everything I said we would do when I returned. And remember me.'"

"Then he died. And I layed there crying for many days. He was the only family I had left. And he died. Leaving me alone. Forever." And with that Nevlhachien began to cry again.

Aerandir Carnesir

02-27-2003, 08:20 PM

Aerandir silently watched the elf and her companions under his hood. Rave tapped him on the shoulder and he woke from his trance; nearly unsheathing his sword. "My Lord, I didn't get your name." Rave repeated. Aerandir, somewhat startled, replied, "Oh! I am terribly sorry. Please forgive me. I am Aerandir Carnesir, son of Olwe Carnesir."

Aerandir was very shy. He kept to himself most of the time. He followed the ideals of the Ents: "Never say anything unless it is worth taking time to say."

Rave looked at him in confusion,"Aerandir. So...what happened after you took exile and became a ranger? Surely you have some tales to tell." Aerandir, finishing the last drop of his ale replied,"I will continue my story." He packed more athelas into his pipe and began. " Soon after becoming a ranger, I took position in patrolling the lands near Bree; That's where I'm headed. I'm going there to meet my good friend, Tathar Seregon. He works at the inn of the Prancing Pony. If you've been there, you have probably seen him. He's one of the bar-tenders. He usually starts a song, or tells amusing tales.

Anyway, he and I met in the fields just outside the town. I found him wandering around searching for mushrooms, and he was sleeping under a tree. He had been under some spell from the mushrooms. I woke him, got him to his feet, and lent him one of my pipes, since his had been broken while he was under the spell. We started back to Bree.

Some of the farmers around the area had seen a pack of wolves coming out of the forest, and most of the folk had taken shelter inside thier homes. So, while we were heading back to Bree, we found ourselves surrounded by a closing circle of those cursed beasts. Back to back, I asked Tathar, 'Can you use a sword? Well, it doesn't matter now, your gonna have to!' I pulled a fighting dagger, hobbit-sized, out of it's sheath and handed it to him. I drew my own sword as the wolves charged.

Twenty or so wolves against a ranger and a barkeep. If you were at a safe distance, you would have probably given a little laugh or two to the odds.

We fought the wolves one by one and soon drove them all yelping back into the forest...If they survived. It turned out that Tathar was very good with small swords. I guess he used them quite often to break up fights at the inn.

We got to know each other quite well. Tathar was born and raised in Bree, despite his elvish name. His father had died and he lived with his grandmother. His mother, on the other hand, kept to herself. She would have done away with Tathar when he was born, but Tathar's grandmother in a way, saved his life.

So, I'm headed to Bree to meet up with my old friend." And with that, Aerandir called for another ale.

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Nurumaiel

02-27-2003, 09:20 PM

"Now," said Robin, taking Bandy's hand as the Elf came through the door. "That, Bandy-love, is an Elf."

Her young son stared wide-eyed and the new arrival, and then he looked up at his mother. "Is that the one of the ones you tell me about, Mummy?"

"No, that's not Nicrabanwen or Nurumaiel," said Robin with a laugh. "That's a different one."

"Is it the one you said raised Nurumaiel? The Rinna... Rinna... Rinna-something one?"

Robin wasn't listening. Her keen ears caught the mention of the Elves name, and she thought for a moment to see if it was familiar. It was not.

"No, her name is Enedacilwen," said Robin. She stood up. "Now stay with your father, children," she said, setting her daughter down. "I'm going to find out where our room is. You babies look tired."

"I'm not a baby and I'm not sleepy," said Bandy, trying to hide a yawn. Robin laughed and kissed his check, then approached the innkeeper.

"Excuse me... Miss Primrose was the name I caught. We're wondering where our room is? We signed in as Mr. Dinodas Green. Do you think you could find its whereabouts?"

Elladan Peredhil

02-27-2003, 09:27 PM

Rirrym chuckles. "It sounds as if you've had some interesting adventures before even arriving here.. You'll have to tell me that tale sometime, for I've heard of this Mithrandir you speak of, and would be interested in learning more of him. In the meantime, I guess we should be heading back and putting these packages down."

As they reach their room, Rirrym places the packages he was carrying onto the bed and turns to Cromthal. "What books did you get? I guess if you bought them, then your lettering must be similar to that the Hobbit's use." He took a book in his hand and flipped through the pages, wishing that he was literate enough to be able to make out what the squiggles dancing across the page were. He sighed and placed the book back on the bed.

"While you were shopping, I ended up walking around the Shire for a bit. It's got some really pretty landscapes.."

Marigold

02-28-2003, 12:26 AM

It was lovely outside and a hobbit walked up the path casually. She had been all around the Shire looking for adventure, but of course, The Shire was the silliest place to look for one. The hobbit had left home ages ago, being only just old enough. She looked like a typical hobbit, curly brown hair and brown eyes.

Up ahead there was a building with a sign, The Green Dragon, it said. 'An inn! Just what I need.' She thought to herself and she pushed open the door. The sound of chatter and laughter and the smell of food made her smile. 'I could be happy here' she thought and she plopped herself down on an empty chair at a table.

Everdawn

02-28-2003, 05:48 AM

Umbria stood up with a crash, her chair hit the ground. "you have wounded me by that jest Alaemas!" Alaemas recoiled in fear. Umbria stormed up to her room, on the way, knocking into Dolenmar who had finally emerged. She shot him a sharp glance, so that he too recoiled and made way for her to pass.

Dolenmar strode to the table where his fellow ranger sat. "What, have you angered Elfsun? A deadly game you play Alaemas, my friend. You told her then, of Aeryn?"

Alaemas' face grew dark. "aye, I did." Dolenmar raised an eyebrow. "did not take it well i see. Has she come?"

Alaemas removed his grubby cloak, "Aeryn? no, she is still on the road."

Unoticed, another figure slid into the inn. Dressed in dark travelling clothes, Long snow hair, pale skin and sharp grey eyes. "the shire; land of the halflings" she said to herself sitting down in another corner, unseen by Alaemas and Dolenmar.

This stranger, bore a striking resembelance to the elf Umbria who now retired to her chamber. It was infact, Aeryn, of whom Alaemas and Dolenmar were waiting for. Several others in the inn sent glances her way, Aeryn smiled, although nervously.

Aeryn knew her mother did not want her, though, Aeryn thought it was partly her own fault. "She has had a hard life, my mother. I dont think she will recognise me, though i do have to speak with her." Aeryn spoke again to herself.

Ransom

02-28-2003, 06:07 AM

Since the dawn of time, spies and other shady characters had gleaned immense amounts of information by simply sitting in a tavern and keeping their ears open. Barak himself had employed this tactic more times than he could count, and the end result was usually good. However, this particular inn seemed completely devoid of anything remotely resembling useful information. The hobbits seemed to be working themselves into a tizzy over obscure local matters, and the many men and elves seemed to be entertaining each other with tales of past adventures. Some of the local gossip proved fairly interesting, but the only disturbances in the area seemed to be a few scattered bandits. The Order of the Black Rose would be happy to know that all was quite on Gondor’s northwestern front. In truth, this particular excursion had provided the pair a much needed holiday.

To say that Mara did not share Barak’s good feelings would be a severe understatement. Her childhood had not been particularly happy, and the winter months always depressed her. In truth, she was rather envious of the people around her. A minor part of this resentment came from the fact that they had a warm hearth and a loving family to go home too. Most of this envy, however, had much deeper and darker roots. None of the people hear had spent their childhood as a slave in Umbar. Not even the knights she’d spend the better part of a decade living with could understand the depth of her anguish.

She had been a mere girl the first time her master had used her for his own perverted pleasures in an inn not unlike the one she was sitting in right now. In an uncharacteristic show of kindness, Ul, her owner, had given her family a small amount of money to buy gifts for her tenth birthday. That night, Ul had taken her to one of the local inns to help entertain a few of her business associations. Despite the comforting feeling of cloth against her skin, she could almost feel the painful welts that the belt had left on her back that night. She had been powerless to resist then, and the feeling of weakness and horror still permeated her spirit.

Mainly because of her inability to speak, Mara suffered alone. Her suffering had been two edged, cursing her to forever relive her past while gifting her with an iron will to keep her emotions in line. Unknown to the knights she regularly dealt with, she sought their love as a way to assure herself that some valued her. Barak, normally companionate, had forgotten the strain that the season placed upon his friend. Mara blinked back a tear before abruptly rising. She needed to be alone to deal with her past. Indicating with her hands to Barak that she wished to be alone, the thin girl quickly fled the tavern.

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Barak’s eyes followed his redheaded companion with a look of no small confusion. Mara was a temperamental girl, and it was a particularly chilling experience to watch her temper tantrums. Unable to scream and shout, her anger was usually channeled into physical activities. The knight had long ago learned to honor his high-strung friend’s wishes. Slumping into the chair with a sight, Barak began to pray to Nienna. It would be a very long night.

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Enedacilwen

02-28-2003, 11:04 AM

Enedacilwen nodded, and walked upstairs to her room. She found the room suitable and she walked over to the window. She looked outside, and seeing nothing interesting, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

~~~In the Morning~~~

Enedacilwen awoke to the sunlight streaming in from her windows. She rose, and stretched, yawning loudly. She rubbed her eyes, and stood. She made her bed, and then opened her door. She walked down the hallway, and down the stairs. She went over to the counter, and she waited for someone to come so she could pay for her room.
"How much will my room be?"

Lyra Greenleaf

02-28-2003, 01:06 PM

Ellie sighed. "Thank you Champignonne. It's very wise, but it's hard, I'm not as much fun to talk to as you and Drago!"

She sighed again, and wiped her eyes with her flowery handkerchief.
"I know you wouldn't get your friend to beat up Drago. YOU are a really nice Hobbit. It's a pity some others aren't." She heaved a final sigh, but smiled shakily at her friend.

"But I'm really not hungry. Why don't you tell me about your Mother, she sounds nice"

Eruwen

02-28-2003, 01:31 PM

Rave suddenly felt a need to be alone again...or that Aerandir wanted to be alone. Either way, she remembered her room upstairs.

"Excuse me," she said quickly to her guest. Rave stood up and quite quickly returned to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed staring into a bright, red fire. She missed travelling. She missed wandering the beautiful countrysides of Middle Earth. The Shire was lovely, yes, she just felt a need to get away from people for the moment---away from civilization.

Rave wasted no time in leaving. She gathered what few belongings she had, and wandered out towards the stables for the last time. As she approached Melimo, she smiled and mounted the grey steed. She rode away as fast as Melimo could carry her leaving Hobbiton behind---the great world of Middle Earth ahead.

Frodess

02-28-2003, 06:22 PM

Commencing her embroidery, Champignonne sighed. "Yes, she is very nice, but my family didn't think so. You see, Ellie, my mother was one of those few hobbits who do what we fear, what we hate: she went on adventures. Of course, you know Mr. Bilbo Baggins. Well, she was kinda like that. In fact," she stated rather proudly, "my mum even went with Mr. Bilbo on one of his adventures! Of course, by that time, most of my family didn't even speak of her, and me? Well I was out of the question. You see, I don't know who my father is, and my mum would never tell me, so I asked Aunt Lilly. She told me that we don't talk about that. I kinda got the impression that it had something to do with one of Mum's adventures. What about your mum, Ellie?" Intent on her needlework, Champignonne did not see the expression on her friend's face.

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Hmm, the elf thought to himself, I must not have my elven charm.Both an elven maiden and a ranger had refused to speak to him. Indeed he was an outcast in his own homeland, for he was too spritely and witty for the taste of his kins, but this was ridiculous. He frowned. Then he saw a hobbit lass come through the door and plop herself down. Well,thought he,My dear friend Champignonne has been kind so far, so I imagine it will be so with this lady. She seems as though she needs company.With this, Tiquandel strode quietly up to the hobbit.

"Hello, my lady," said he, very charmingly. "May I join you?"

Lyra Greenleaf

03-01-2003, 04:41 AM

Ellie listened to Champignonne's description of her mother in wonder.I wonder what it would be like to go on adventures? she thought wistfully.

Finally Champignonne asked "What about your mum, Ellie?"

"I never knew my parents" replied Ellie.
Champignonne looked up. "Oh. I'm-"
"Sorry?" interrupted Ellie with a smile. "Most people are. It would have been nice, but I had lots of lovely relatives. The opposite of you I suppose."

Ellie sighed again.
"I didn't know there were so many horrible people in the world. With what happened to you, and me, and- and Drago" she swallowed "I suppose we were just unlucky."

"Champignonne I'm surprised that your relatives were so nasty considering you're a Took. Most of us are accepting of adventurers. Why was that? And, where's your mother now?" asked Ellie with interest, almost forgetting her troubles.

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Everdawn

03-01-2003, 05:20 AM

Aeryn was watching the hobbit Champignonne and another man who had strode over to her, or was it? She looked more closely.. It was an Elf!. Quickly she got up and walked over to their table.

"im sorry to interrupt, but ive never met a hobbit before, and well, an elf.. i havnt met any. save for my mother." A sad look appeared across Aeryn's face, but only for a second.

"do you mind if I join you both? I have travelled so far, and i am in need of some company, as i cannot see the people who i am meant to meet. And well, my mother, they said she was here. But that is a different story."

Azaelia of Willowbottom

03-01-2003, 08:58 AM

The young hobbit entered the Green Dragon quitely. She did not wish to draw very much attention to herself yet. She was small and slightly built. She was also very young. She was not of age yet, and wouldn't be for five or so more years. Even though she was getting closer to adulthood, she kept a childlike innocence about her. Her green eyes had the sparkle of one who has not seen the horrors of the world (how could she, living in the Shire all her life?) Her curly cinnamon hair was pulled back from her face and held at the back of her head with a metal clip that was at once simple and intricate.

She looked around. Everywhere, people were engaged in conversation. Suddenly, she was very uncomfortable being the only one standing alone in the middle of the room.
She looked to a nearby table. Someone who looked to be an elf, and a hobbit, and one other (Aeryn, though the girl didn't know her yet) were talking there. Should I or shouldn't I? she asked herself. I think I will.
She hesitantly walked over to the table.
"Hullo. I am Azaelia. I was wondering, if you would not mind, if I might join you. May I?" She asked nervously. "I did not like being alone, and you looked friendly enough." Her brow furrowed nervously. "Please?"

Frodess

03-01-2003, 10:14 AM

"Well, I don't know if you know how big our family is, but, my part had married in to the Hairytoes, and so they took up most of the controling. My mum's father, my grandfather, was a Took, but the rest of my family on my mum's mum's side were Hairytoes. They were not happy with the marriage of a Took, but he turned out 'a nice boy', and his children were adorable, so they gave in. But I think they swore that if one more thing happened, they would not know my mum and granparents. So, that's how it is.

"My mum? Well, she's still in our little hole in rural Hobbiton. No one sees her. I don't even think Mr. Bilbo knows where she lives, for I had never seen him. But Mum reads and plants flowers and vegetables and talks to ma aunt Lilly, her sister. Look at this vine! I'm rather proud of it." She pushed the needlework across the table, showing Ellie her accomplishment. Perhaps I'm not so boring after all,, she thought.

After asking for the other hobbit's leave, Tiquandel joined them. "How goes it, Champignonne?" he asked.

"Very well, I thank you. Allow me to introduce you to my new friend Ellie. Ellie, this is Tiquandel, from Rivendel." Just then, two people came over.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," said the one.. . . "Do you mind if I join you?" Never met a hobbit before? thought Champignonne.Oh, my goodness!

Very soon another hobbit appeared. "Hullo. I am Azaelia. I was wondering, if you would not mind, if I might join you. May I?"

"What say you, Ellie?" asked Champignonne. She was a bit confused, but could not tell if Ellie felt the same.

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Elfhelm

03-01-2003, 01:20 PM

The moon had already risen high when the ranger arrived. He came on foot, having left his jet-black mare tied in the wood outside the village. He paused before he entered and adjusted his grey traveling cloak. It was torn and mud-stained--the ranger had been in the wild for more than a fortnight. Then, he entered the inn.

Tarendur son of Berenor again hesistated in the doorway as he quickly looked around. He soaked up his surroundings in an instant, seeing that the inn was quite busy that night. Hobbits chatted amiambly in one corner, and he recognized elves and men solemly telling stories in another. It had been 3 years since he--a Dunadan of the North--had set foot in the Green Dragon, and 2 years since he had been in the Shire. Though he was young, he had done plenty of traveling.

Talendur remembered the Shire as a quaint place where someone living constantly on the edge could relax, and so after his sojourn in the forests of Eriador, he had decided to venture south to the Shire for some much needed respite.

As he thought of his plans, Talendur noticed that a seat had opened up near the elves and rangers. He briskly navigated around the tables and sat in an empty chair near a face that seemed familiar. He removed his hood, revealing a handsome face with sharp, hawklike features, dark eyes, and a trim, black beard. He brush a lock of his midnight-black hair from his face and stared intensely at the figure beside him. The person beside him had not yet noticed him, being drawn to the stories of another elf.

At last Talendur's quick memory recalled the right name.

"Greetings Aerandir, do you remember a fellow ranger?"

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Lathriel

03-01-2003, 01:39 PM

Duriel had ordered a room. It was comfortable but luckily not too expensive. She took of her cloack and put her bag on the edge of the bed.

Just as she had opened the door and was about to go downstairs the bag fell on the floor and its contents were scattered across the room. Duriel groaned, this wasn't fair. She closed the door and walked towards her bag.

Angrily she started picking up her belongings and stuffing them in the bag. She stoped however when she picked up a leaf, from far away it looked like a normal leaf but from close-up you could see that the edges had been dipped in silver. Duriel had had it ever since she left home and the leaf never wilted.

Duriel had grown up among the elves which as highly unusual. Before that she had lived in a small village in the mountains but it had been raided by orcs. She was only a toddler then and had been with her mother in a mountain meadow which had saved her life. When her mother discovered what had happened to the village she had taken young Duriel and fled out of the mountains where elves found them and out of pity took them live in Mirkwood.

The elves had given the leaf as a parting gift, and now after many adventures she found herself far away from Mirkwood. Maybe she should visit Mirkwood again. With that thought she put the leaf back in the bag and went downstairs where dinner was just ready.

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Gorothlammothiel

03-01-2003, 03:04 PM

Nostawen had been sitting at the table with Lanith, Elwen and the others for some time now. She had said very little and was feeling uncomfortable, something that Elwen had picked up on.

"What ever is wrong?" she questionned, "you have not seemed the same since you reached here, are you sure you arrived safely?" Nostawen smiled back to her friend to reasure her.

Taking a sip of her water she turned to Lanith, "Why don't you tell us a tale? You must have travelled far to reach the Shire,as have we all" The others at the tabled nodded in agreement with her. "How is it that you end up in the Green Dragon then, did you travel with purpose to this land?"

Lanith smiled back at the maiden and taking a sip of his own drink, began to tell a tale...

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piosenniel

03-01-2003, 03:15 PM

Paragraphs Please!

Every one remember to break your posts into paragraphs. They are easier to read than a long block of text, and will keep the reader's attention.

Paragraphs on the Barrow Downs need to be done by double spacing between blocks of text. Indentation will not show up as paragraphs, and makes the post run all together as one long one.

Aerandir Carnesir

03-01-2003, 03:32 PM

"Talendur! Nae saian luume'!" welcomed Aerandir,"How have you been? What news do you have?"

Aerandir didn't show it, but he was overwhelmed with joy. He had been patrolling on his own so long that he had begun to wonder if the other rangers had been killed off. It was not a serious thought, but it was in the back of his mind.

Aerandir, hardly able to keep his ale steady, asked Talendur,"What news from you and the other rangers?"

Lyra Greenleaf

03-01-2003, 04:59 PM

Ellie nodded as Champignonne told her about her relatives. It made sense to her- she knew how narrow minded some Hobbits could be.

Champignonne's elf friend joined the two of them at the table, and Ellie looked shyly at him. Although she'd been brought up on stories of the Bullroarer, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins and of course her second cousin Peregrin and all the Elves they had known, seeing one in the flesh was completely different. He seemed to be there, yet not there. It was an eerie feeling knowing that he had been alive probably for hundreds of years. Hundreds and hundreds! She shivered excitedly. Who knows what he had done?

They were quickly joined by two more people: an Elf and a Hobbit. Both addressed themselves to Champignonne and Tiquandal, ignoring Ellie completely. She glared at their backs. Well, the back of the new Elf anyway. The Hobbit looked like a glare at her would break her in half. Shyer than Drago! thought Ellie with a pang.

"What say you, Ellie?" asked Champignonne.
"Oh, I'm glad at least one person remembers I am here" she replied sarcastically. "As far as I'm concerned they can all sit here. They can do what they like. Maybe eat all the mushroom soup that none of us seem to want!"

Silently Ellie marvelled. Who would have thought that I would end up sitting here with two Elves? she asked herself. However she felt a little intimadated. I wish Drago was here she thought suddenly. Where is he?

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Elfhelm

03-01-2003, 07:16 PM

"Aerandir, it is good to see you again," replied Talendur. "Much has happened since I last saw you. It has been over a year since our paths have crossed, has it not?"

Talendur was also glad to see a familiar face. The stress of living for weeks in the woods began to lift, and he finally began to relax. He was in a safe, peaceful country in a cozy inn and speaking with someone he knew well. Talendur at once began to relate important happenings in the lives of the Dunedain.

"Most of the rangers are very well," began Talendur. "We have mostly been concentrating our efforts near the Ettenmoors and Dunland because for some reason or another, the goblins are starting to make raids on villages of Dunlendings and settlements outside of Rivendell. What makes these orcs so bold I do not know, but we have had some trouble with them. That is probably why you have not seen our numbers around this area, for the Rangers of the North have been elsewhere.

"While fighting these goblin raiders, we have lost five valiant Dunedain, including my kinsman Cerin son of Berenast. It is a pity, for he left this world while having only 16 years."

Talendur paused in his account as he remember Cerin's youthful face and joyful demeanor. Aerandir did not press him, and after a while Talendur continued.

"For the last two weeks, I have been following a goblin raiding party. Somehow they escaped detection until I found them in the forests three leagues north of Fornost. They are thirty strong, with thirty wargs as their steeds, and I fear that they have evil intent. They might wish to raid and plunder parts of Bree, or even the Shire!

"I am expected to rendezvous with three more rangers at the Prancing Pony in two days. Then I will tell them about this raiding party and we will debate what to do about it. I am here to spend the night in safety. I was always on the alert out in the wild since I was sleeping near the orc encampment. Tonight I will not have to worry about waking and finding a dagger at my throat!"

Talendur eased back in his chair after telling Aerandir what he knew. As a waitress passed by he too called for an ale.

"Now that you know my plans for the future, how about yours? Where will you be in two days, perhaps you could accompany me?"

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Aerandir Carnesir

03-01-2003, 11:09 PM

Aerandir was surprised at how much he had missed being alone in the wild."How could I have missed those warg-riders?" he said,"I was just in that area but five days ago." Aerandir quietly thought for a moment."You say you're going to Bree in two days?" he asked, "Well that's right where I was headed after my stay here. If it's not a burden, I would like to go with you to Bree, and I'm hoping to see my friend Tathar there also.

Aerandir was grateful to have a companion to Bree. So many months alone. Except for his horse, Luinaur. Luinaur had a magnificent grey coat, which, in fire-light, would shine a magical soft-blue. You could see stars in his black mane on a clear night, and his eyes were as blue as his rider's.

Aerandir found Luinaur, or, Luinaur found Aerandir on the slopes of the Misty Mountains. Aerandir's old horse had been killed in an orc ambush, and Aerandir barely survived the attack. He was left wandering around on foot with no food or water. Just as he fell into the darkness, he had a bad wound on his side, he heard the neigh of an elvish-bred horse. There galloping towards him was Luinaur. Nobody knows where he came from, maybe it was a forest elf scout's and the rider had been killed, but Aerandir believed Luinaur had been sent by Olwe Carnesir, His deceased father.

After that thought, Aerandir said to Talendur, "I've had a wonderful night good friend, but I must be getting my rest. I've been in the wilderness for so long, I'm not sure I remember what a real bed feels like anymore. Queldu mellonamin, Tenna' tul're." Aerandir stood up, saluted Talendur, and went up to his room.

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Elfhelm

03-02-2003, 12:46 AM

After Aerandir had left, Talendur turned his attention to the elves. Many of them had tragic pasts, and Talendur was saddened that such a noble race could experience such strife.

The waitress came by and dropped off his ale, and Talendur took a long gulp of it. He had not had any spirits in a long time, unless miruvor was counted as that sort of beverage.

"Aerandir is a good man" Talendur thought. He was trustworthy, loyal, and an expert fighter--the best of both races. Talendur would enjoy the journey to Bree with him. He would be a better companion than Sulohtar, a moody, brooding ranger who desired to be in charge whether he knew what was going on or not. It was Sulohtar's idea to split up and meet at Bree, though it would have been better if Talendur and his companion's had stuck together. But before Talendur could reason with Sulohtar, the other rangers had already gone off in other directions, and Talendur had no choice but to comply with the plan.

As Talendur sat at his table, he tried to engage a young hobbit in a conversation, but rangers who are used to solitude
are no good at making small-talk, and the hobbit soon drifted away to the opposite corner. Again he turned his attention to the elves and their sad life stories. Talendur's life had not been easy either. His mother had died giving birth to him, leaving his father Berenor to raise him as best he could. Berenor was one of the best rangers there was, and he was also a personal friend of the King Elessar. At a young age Talendur was already learning the arts of war from his father, being trained in the use of the longsword and the bow.

By the time he was in his teens, Talendur could perform all of the crafts of the rangers better than any of the other Dunedain of his age. He could tread almost as soundlessly as a hobbit, run like a horse of Rohan, track orcs for many days, and fight like a cornered animal. Talendur even bettered some elves with the bow, and beat experienced rangers in sword-fights. Life was good for the young son of Berenor, and his father was proud of him.

Then things changed the day Talendur turned 16. He, his father, and seven other Dunedain were journeying near the woody western slopes of the Misty Mountains near Dunland. Berenor had gone scouting that morning, but by late afternoon he was not back. Talendur remembered that he was not worried about his father, only a little nervous. By nightfall Berenor was still not back, and then the party of rangers began to believe something was wrong. Then, the ranger on watch said that he could barely here many people slowly moving through the wood.

At once they were set upon by a band of marauders. They were criminals and outlaws from all over Eriador, and they fought savagely to capture food and supplies. Immediately the watch and two other rangers were cut down in the fury of the attack, annd the five that remained formered a circle and fought off their opponents from all sides. Their number dwindled to four, then three, and finally only Talendur and a veteran named Ostoher were left. The ruthless outlaws plundered the Dunedain camp while others kept Talendur and Ostoher engaged. As they fought, a a huge outlaw wielding a pike came at Talendur's undefended back. Ostoher leapt in front of him and took the force of the blow before slaying the outlaw with his sword. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, and Talendur remembered hearing the marauders dashing hard through the woods to get away. They had successfully destroyed the Dunedain campsite, but at a cost of 15 of their men.

Talendur tended Ostoher's wound, but he knew it was fatal. Before he died, Ostoher made him promise to take care of his son, who was two years younger than Talendur was. Even at that moment Talendur felt extreme guilt that Ostoher had died saving him. And thus Talendur ended up looking after Sulohtar, who was the exact opposite of his father Ostoher.

After the horrible battle, Talendur remained waiting for his father at the campsite, but he never returned. To this day 10 years later, Talendur had stil not seen him. "Perhaps he is dead" Talendur thought, but he still did not give up searching for his lost father.

Deciding that his father would not return, Talendur began to walk northwards, for the marauders had taken the rangers' horses. He was bleeding badly from his right arm and side, so when he finally walked into a Dunlending village he collapsed. The Dunlendings cared for him and gave him a steed after he was well again. Since that day long ago, Talendur had sworn and oath to find out his father's fate. Searching, always searching for his father, while supervising a moody, self-centered teen. Life was hard now for Talendur son of Berenor.

Talendur finished his ale and stood up. He was tall, even for a ranger, and he towered over the hobbits who seemed to scurry about below him. Talendur went to the bar and asked the woman on duty if there were any free rooms. If there were not, Talendur did not mind. He was too used to sleeping in the wild anyway.

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Malcu Luinthol

03-02-2003, 12:31 PM

The cloaked figure wandered through the countryside of the shire silently, almost invisible even in the bright daylight. He carried a bow and a long dagger with him, and the scars on his face spoke of a hard life, involving many combats.
As he approached an inhabited area he removed the hood on his cloak, revealing his lon, blond hair and pointed ears. He had been heading south for many months now, and his supplies of food were low, he was down to his last few wafers of Lembas.
He reached the settlement and approached the building with the sign 'Green Dragon' attatched to it. He entered and was immediately questioned by the small creatures inside. When asked his name, he replied, 'i am Malcu Luinthol'

astarielle

03-02-2003, 12:40 PM

Astarielles eyes flashed suddenly to the door as one of her kindred stepped in. She had been in a long state of meditation as some would call it. She stood slowly and nodding slightly in elvish fashion said,

"Ellen sila lumen omentielvo. Good day and well met, I am Astarielle Silverleaf from Mirkwood. I am a 'traveller' you could say, where might you be from?"

Malcu Luinthol

03-02-2003, 12:55 PM

Shocked at finding a meber of his kindred in this strange country, Malcu Luinthol paused before beginning his story...

'It was two ages ago when i escaped the ruin of Gondolin, where i was a high ranking member of the guard. After this, i wandered North into the darkness, in a vain attempt to avenge my kin. There are many strange creatures in the north of this land, and i had to fight to survive.'

As i headed north, i soon realised i could not challenge the dark lord alone, so i headed east, pursuing a large company of orcs who fled from my presence. In this area i came across a company of the dark elves, my estranged kin, and joined them as they fought against the great wyrms. It was in these battles that i recieved many wounds, and considered departing to the undying lands. However, one thing bound me to this earth, the knowledge that the beautiful elf maiden Tiriel had escaped the hidden city alive, under the guard of Glorfindel.'

I searched widely over the next hundred years for Tiriel, but with no result. There was no knowledge of her in Imladris, Lothlorien or Eregion. I was lost, without hope, and headed north again to visit the dark elves i had befriended, but when i returned i discovered that they had departed into the west. It was then that i began my journey back to the south, to seek to dwell in Imladris with master Elrond, and discovered myself in this strange land...'

Phervasaion

03-02-2003, 01:48 PM

Afterwards a tall man stepped through the door, he was rather tall and had shortish blonde hair. His name was Phervasaion and he was a ranger.

He didnt speak much, he was polite and well mannered when he did speak though. He walked up and sat in the corner by himself waiting to meet one of his friends while he was smoking his pipe.

He carried a Large two handed sword with him all the time and occasionally seen with an old bow. His sword seemed to be very well made and he had an also well made sheath to go with it.

Not long after his arival his friend who was also a ranger came in and sat next to him....

Aerandir Carnesir

03-02-2003, 06:17 PM

Aerandir came down from his room. He went to talk to Talendur, but he had already left for the night. Instead, his eyes caught attention to another ranger sitting at the table peacfully smoking his pipe.

"Nae saian luume'! Phervasaion! how long has it been since we last talked!" Aerandir was glad to see that there were rangers still in the Shire. "How are you? Talendur has left for the night, but he should be back in a while. Has it been a long journey?"

Ten'oio

03-02-2003, 07:04 PM

Just then, a beautiful double-edged sword flashed in the corner of Aerandir's eyes. An even more beautiful young shield maiden, approached the rangers and interrupted the conversation. Catching the searing blue eyes of one of the rangers, she said,
"It has been too long since our last meeting Aerandir. How has thou been?"

Well aware of the questions forming in his mind, she answered, "I don't have time to explain my business here in the Shire, but may I ask what a handsome ranger like you is wandering in these parts for? I leave for Bree soon, so I haven't much time to spare."

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Aerandir Carnesir

03-02-2003, 07:30 PM

"Well, If it isn't Inwe Fefalas! Hullo! Melamin, what brings you to the Green Dragon? I thought you were still in Rohan?" Aerandir said surprisingly. He had not seen his love since Inwe, him, and Tathar were in Bree together. He got up gave her one of those spinning hugs, and kissed her so passionately and purely, that everyone at the inn turned and watched.

"This is a very unexpected meeting, but I'm glad to see you again." said Aerandir, still surprised to see Inwe,"Sit down! Sit down! Let me get you an ale, and we can talk about our journeys together." Aerandir called for another round of ales, and lit another pack of Athelas in his pipe.

"Inwe, you're going to Bree? That is where Talendur and I are going in two days. Would you be joining us or shall we meet you there?" Said Aerandir, excidedly puffing his pipe.

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Ten'oio

03-02-2003, 07:44 PM

"I would wish for nothing more than to accompany you in your journeys! Thank you Aerandir! And I see that your memory hasn't failed you. Even after all this time you haven't forgotten me!"

She took a seat, and smiled at Areandir-letting the rememberance of their last meeting fill her heart once more.

"My business is nothing but an innocent quest for adventure." replied Inwe. "Rohan is the same old place, day, after day, after day. I longed so much to break free of it's grasp on me; to find life outside its walls, and to do what I have been brought up to do-fight.

Satisfied with the kiss, but Unsatisfied with his answer, Inwe asked "Aerandir, you have not yet answered my question? What are you doing in these parts?"

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Frodess

03-02-2003, 07:58 PM

Champignonne knew all too well how Ellie felt, for she had felt the same when she first came. Alone, isolated, she knew the feelings so well. She looked at Ellie and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, What can ya do? Tiquandel sensed her discomfort and sat beside her.

"Ah, Ellie, I am glad to meet you! What brings you here? Ah and I see you have met my new friend Champignonne. And there was another. Where was he?"

Aerandir Carnesir

03-02-2003, 08:09 PM

"Well, you know my past, Inwe, but do you remember?" Aerandir said, "I'm here at the Green Dragon because I wanted to rest here and check if everyone's doing what they are supposed to. I'm gaurding this area because I got word that some ruffians were wandering around right outside Bywater.

I'm in the Shire because I tracked some Uruks into the Old Forest, but when I got there, someone, or something had killed them all. I found some of them cut, some were killed with arrows I couldn't identify, and others were squashed or had terrible blows to the head. My guess it was an Ent or some Hobbits, but I couldn't tell.

How was your journey? What happened to you on the way here?"

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Elfhelm

03-02-2003, 08:48 PM

Talendur inspected the small room that was given to him. The hobbit tending the bar said that the inn only had small rooms near the stables, but that would be better than Talendur had had for a while, so he agreed to occupy one. The room was more like a closet, furnished only with a small cot and an old wooden chair. He suspected that the room had been a closet that was converted to a "room" due to the Green Dragon's rescent popularity.

Talendur tested the cot and found it to be satisfactory, though it sagged a little in the middle. Then he left his cramped cell and went towards the front door, intent on retrieving his horse that was still tied out in the wood. As he came into view of the parlour once more, he recognized Aerandir and another ranger Phervasaion, as well as a pretty maiden that seemed to know Aerandir very well.

"Well, this is quite a congregation here," said Talendur with a laugh. "Hail Phervasaion, it is nice to see another good ranger in these parts. And who might this friend of yours be Aerandir?"

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Frodo Baggins

03-02-2003, 09:15 PM

Cromthal smiled "Yes the Shire is beautiful. It reminds me of my home. Yes, Mithrandir, Gandalf and whatever other names he goes by. My people use his elvish name. He reminds me of my master. Not to pry, Rirrym, but I have heard he is not welcome in Gondor, or at least not he White City. Is that true?"

"Whoa hold it!" exclaimed Rirrym. "Cromthal, you are chatteriing a mile a minute. I can only keep track of so much at once."

Cromthal, naturally shy and easily embrassed, blushed so his white face turned bright red. "I am sorry." he said. " I have a tandency to do that when excited, my master used to scold me about it."

Aerandir Carnesir

03-02-2003, 10:05 PM

"Talendur! Back so soon?", Aerandir friendily said,"I didn't expect to see you until morning, but I guess I was disproved, as we rangers are light sleepers, even in the safe atmosphere of the Shire.

Talendur, I would like you to meet my love Inwe Fefalas. I thought that you knew her. She went with me on a few journeys to Mirkwood and Gondor and back again a while back. She is a Sheildmaiden of Rohan. Well, I guess since I've told you this much, I'll tell you about our meeting.

I was patrolling the borders of Fangorn about six years ago. It was night, the moon was shining and the stars were out; That is one of the best times to ride Luinaur, looking into his mane and seeing the stars. Anyway, I was riding him by Fangorn. When I got to the Entwash, I saw some torches off in the distance. They were small torches, just enough to see ten feet in front of the holder. They were going into Fangorn forest. Very suspicious that someone would be mad enough to step into that forest, I rode up to get a closer look.

As I thought, it was a band of Uruk-Hai gathering firewood. I stayed back, but got closer to see what they were up to, and if they were worth killing. I seemed to get a little too close.

Riding one of those magical elvish horses is a gift, but it can be the downfall to sneaking up on enemies. I got too close to the firelight, and there goes Luinaur, shining that wonderful blue I love so much; I love it more when it doesn't happen while I'm sneaking up on Uruk-Hai. Well, they saw me and started after me.

As they charged, they started falling. Somone in the shadow was shooting the Uruks down before they could get to me. Being a ranger, I charged at the Uruks also. Unsheathing my sword, Elenaur, which was glowing blue like my horse. I started fighting.

Because I'm a better swordsman on foot, I jumped off Luinaur and landed on an uruk which I easily killed. I still saw arrows whizzing by my head and striking Uruks behind me. I kept wondering who it was that was stealing my game. Then she rode out into the battle and drew her sword. She fought with expert skill and with my help, we killed the last of the Uruk-Hai.

After I caught my breath, I asked her who she was. She said to me, 'I am Inwe Fefalas, Sheildmaiden of the West Emnet of Rohan. My Lord, are you a ranger?'

We got accuainted and fell in love. We have been through alot together. Her past is very similar to mine, but I'll let her tell it on her own time."

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Ten'oio

03-02-2003, 10:35 PM

"I will never forget that night Aerandir." replied the shield maiden. "I doubt I would have lasted any longer without your help. But if you'll excuse me, my journey has been long and tiring.

"If I could but rest for a moment, I could better share with you my journeys, and the tales I've gathered along the way."

Inwe then left Aerandir and the rest of the kind company, but not before she tenderly kissed her love once more.

Aerandir Carnesir

03-02-2003, 10:51 PM

As Inwe walked away, Aerandir remembered and yelled,"Inwe! There are no more rooms left in the inn. Unless you want to sleep in the stables tonight, you can share my room with me. You've had a long journey and you should sleep in a bed. I can sleep on the floor or in the chair. I'm pretty used to it."

So, they went up to Aerandir's room and slept; Inwe in the bed, and Aerandir in the chair. Before Aerandir fell asleep, he smoked his pipe once more. Watching Inwe as she fell asleep, Aerandir thought to himself,"Coia naa quel."

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Elfhelm

03-02-2003, 11:41 PM

"Ah, so that is Inwe," Talendur thought to himself. He had recalled occasions when Aerandir had spoken of her, but he had never met this shieldmaiden of Rohan until that night.

"You are lucky to have one such as her," remarked Talendur to Aerandir before he went off to bed. "Few rangers gain the opportunity to love."

This was very true, in the solitary life of the Dunedain, they do not often meet women suited to them. Women other than the daughters of the Kings of Arnor are not ususally found, save by chance or in battle. That is probably why there were fewer and fewer rangers in the Northlands, for many lived out their lives as bachelors. Talendur himself felt a desperate yearning for female companionship at that moment. But Talendur was young and fair of face, and he figured that someday he would meet the perfect woman for him.

After Aerandir and Inwe left, Talendur bid Phervasaion good night as he went out the front door. The air was cool and almost crisp in the late hours, and he took in a long breath. The stars were out, and Talendur admired them reverently. "It feels good to be alive," he thought.

Slowly Talendur made his way into the wood where his mare Caranuial, "Red Twilight"--named for the conditions when she was born--was tied. In a glade he found her grazing on the sparse grass.

"Come friend, tonight you will feast on barley and oats!" Talendur exclaimed. He untied Caranuial, the foal of his father's horse Nimroch and mounted her with one switft movement. Then he rode back down to the inn and safely secured his loyal steed in the stables, after making sure that she had had plenty to eat. Afterwards, he made his way back to his tiny, cramped room and curled up on the sagging cot. His last thoughts before sleep overtook him concerned the safety of Sulohtar, and finding a woman to love.

The Ruling Ring

03-03-2003, 07:38 AM

Drago hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, looking around at the inside of the inn. He quickly located Champignonne and Ellie, though there were two more seated at their table now, one of whom looked to be a big person. Drago hung back for an instant at this, but decided to ignore his worries and go over, anyway. He needed to speak to Ellie.

As he came closer, Drago noticed with slight relief that the big person was actually an Elf, and a rather pleasant-looking one, at that. He approached the table from behind, coming to stand beside the Elf and Champignonne, looking across the table at Ellie and the other new hobbit.

"Ellie," Drago said softly as she looked up. "I'm sorry. Might I talk to you for a moment?"

Lyra Greenleaf

03-03-2003, 12:26 PM

The new arrivals seemed to have changed the atmosphere of the table. Ellie looked around nervously, for once not wanting to talk. Champignonne's friend addressed her, bur distracted, Ellie did not hear. Drago had just walked in throught the door of the Common Room.

I'm so glad he's back! was her first thought. Then, remembering what he had said, she turned away. But, I want someone friendly to talk to! she thought, turning back.

"Ellie, I'm sorry. Might I talk to you for a moment?" said Drago quietly. He looked upset, or worried, Ellie wasn't sure. Say no! said her pride, but there wasn't really any competition.
"You might" she answered, her eyes firmly on the floor.

astarielle

03-03-2003, 02:28 PM

Astarielle listened intently to what Malcu was saying, she then replied,"Then we are akin for I have wondered far and wide, travelled with many people but never knowing where I will go next or what situation i will be in. As my moto says 'I know exactly where i have been but never where I will go, for I travel on the wings' of angels.' I believe in many things but none more so than that of destiny. There is a reason for everything we just can't see it, and only when that thing has gone do we realise what we have lost."

Astarielle, sensing gloom growing in Malcu, lightened the situation. "You have journeyed far, sit down and rest your weary feet, though no doubt they are not as weary as your heart. Come," she said invitingly, "Have a pint. The ale here is one of the best i have come accross."

Having ordered the ale Astarielle sat back down and took a long sip.

Huntress

03-03-2003, 02:51 PM

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Phervasaion

03-03-2003, 03:03 PM

Meanwhile Phervasaion was glad to see see his friends Talendur and Aerandir even though he did not speak much to them.

After he finished his pint he was about to leave, but Phervasaion wanted to speak to either Aerandir or Talendur again as he also wanted to travel with them to Bree for he has not traveled with companions for a long time.

He hopped he would beable to talk to one of them befor they left. Phervasaion then left and walked into the woods where his life was lived.

Elfhelm

03-03-2003, 09:41 PM

Talendur tossed and turned on his sagging cot for many hours before he awoke with a start after a nightmarish dream. He sat up for a while and waited for his heart to slow. There were many things on his mind that could be the root of his bad dreams. He decided that a quiet walk in the woods would put his mind to rest and quell his temporary fears.

For the third time that night, Talendur past through the parlour. It was less crowded than earlier, but many of the faces he had seen when he first arrived were still there talking and drinking. As soon as he had exited the inn, Talendur again began to become relaxed. For the time he strolled around the woods nearby, Talendur was in touch with all of the beauties of the night and nature. He listened to the breeze that softly blew through the treetops, looked up at the majestic stars and again enjoyed taking in breaths of the fresh air. His momentary concerns were forgotten as he walked through the forest.

As Talendur approached the clearing where he had tied Caranuial, he became aware of another presence. He entered the glade, and found Phervasaion still awake, keeping watch with his back against a tree.

"Well, we meet again this night Phervasaion" Talendur remarked casually. "Since you are awake, I wouldn't mind hearing of your experiences since the last time we've met. I believe I forgot to ask for them a few hours ago."

Nurumaiel

03-03-2003, 10:06 PM

Bandy bounced up and down on the bed. "This bed is better than the one at home, Mummy!" he screamed with delight.

"Now, Bandy," said Dinodas, hiding a smile. "You know you're not supposed to bounce on beds."

"But that's only at home," said Bandy.

"Well, from now on, it's everywhere," said Robin firmly, tucking her daughter into bed. "Go to sleep now."

Soon the three children were all fast asleep. Robin took her husband's hand. "Do you think it's all right to leave them alone?" she asked. "I want to go downstairs and sit for awhile, just like we used to do in old times."

"They'll be fine."

"I can watch them," someone said from the door.

Both Robin and Dinodas whirled around and saw a hobbit girl standing at the door, her large brown eyes full of hope and her curls falling in wild tangles down her back.

"I love children," said the girl wistfully. "I used to have a twin but he's gone now. My parents died so we got split up."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Robin, stepping forward. "I would love for you to watch the children, but wouldn't whoever is watching after you get worried when you're missing."

"Rie's abandoned me for some man," said the girl furiously, and Robin and Dinodas exchanged a look.

"I'm sure she hasn't abandoned you for good, darling," said Robin.

"Do you know Rie?"

"No, to tell the truth, I do not."

"Then don't talk like you do. Can I watch the children?"

"Of course," said Robin. "We'll find Rie soon enough for you. What does she look like?"

"She has red hair," said the girl after a pause. "But that's all I know."

Robin and Dinodas went to the common room, hand in hand. As they stepped in, Robin whispered, "Don't forget to look for a woman with red hair."