Roll Out The Barrels RPG

[Dwarin Thunderhammer]

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Findereg approached the cellar and sighed. He didn't know how much of the wine and supplies the Court had used at the party the night before, but from his admitedly biased view, it had seemed exorbidant.

He reached the door and nodded to the Wine Steward before going in. "How are our supplies this morning, Luinlos?" He asked.

The Steward shook his head. "Not good, sir," He replied, "The party last night used up most of our wine supply. I can't say for the food, though."

Findereg nodded. It was as expected. He entered the room and frowned. It was worse than he'd thought. Apparently there were only two casks of white left and no red at all. This wouldn't do at all! With another sigh, he made his way past the almost empty racks to the pantries beyond.

The foodstuffs weren't as low as the wine, but they still needed to be replenished. Well, he'd put a trading mission off long enough anyway. Some of the more perishable items were beginning to spoil. He left the room and made his way toward the upper floors to find Luinlathomë, the Head of Household.

He found her in the kitchen and told her of the need for a trading expedition to Laketown. Always amenable to his requests, she quickly set it up, warning him that he would need some guards in adition to the traders. He nodded. He knew that the Greenwood was no longer as safe as it used to be. He went off to find his traders and guards.

---Susan Delgado

[Thenamir]

"Careful how much weight you put on that cart, Armin," Perin shouted over to his strongarm employee who was loading full casks and barrels onto one of several wains, "that's the one with broken axle we had to fix on the last trip, and I don't want to overload it until we can return to Dain's people for a proper replacement." Arminhemmar Bhekinsuda, 'Armin' for short, was a large, heavily-muscled man who barely grunted as he lifted the barrels from the ground and placed them gingerly on the wooden cart. He could probably have taken Perin's head off with just a twist-and-tug from one of his meaty, calloused hands, but Perin was usually right about such things, and thinking was not one of Armin's great skills.

Which was how Perin wanted it. He liked his employees big, strong, and honest, but none too bright -- Perin did not see any reason why he should teach his hard-learned secrets to those smart enough to become future competitors. And it was a good deal for Armin and the others in Perin's employ -- Perin was a fair man who paid them well and treated them better than they would have received from any other trader/haulers. And woe to the one who tried to cheat one of his men -- that one would usually wind up having a "conversation" with Perin about how many limbs the cheated employee would be permitted to rip from the cheater unless restitution was immediate and complete. Given the good pay, the fair treatment, and his willingness to defend them, Perin's employees were fiercely loyal, and Perin could trust them completely. A good arrangement for all.

Perin was now in Gondor, supervising the loading of goods to go back north destined for Laketown, and further north to the Iron Mountains...pipeweed and wines and cheeses, and case after case of that strange bean from south Harad from which black 'coffee' brew was made. 'Twas getting to be a popular item up among the dwarves of the Iron Hills, and it could be procured cheaply here near to where it was grown. The dwarves seemed almost addicted to the stuff, and they paid dearly for it. Especially since he had to skirt the south edge of Mirkwood to get it there.

Mirkwood. Yes, Mirkwood, he thought as he was rubbing his brow with his hand. Mirkwood was definitely getting to be a headache. Things were definitely not going well near to Mirkwood, and were not getting any better. So far he and his men had been able to beat off those who had tried to attack them, but the brigands were getting bolder, and larger in numbers. He preferred to leavea a wide berth between Mirkwood and his caravan, but that meant extra time, and the roads there were not in such good repair. Another broken axle was something he did not need.

Nevertheless, the short, burly trader had to make up his mind. They were scheduled to leave that afternoon...

[ December 09, 2002: Message edited by: Thenamir ]

[the real findorfin]

Fin scurried down the passages of the palace. He had just left the kitchens, a place that he frequented regulerly in case any of the maids were free. But today there had been an abundance of people there, off-duty guards, other squires. Apparently they had all been hiding from Findereg because he wanted them all to help with a trading mission.
"Well I think it will be good," Fin thought. He moved around the palace, searching for Findereg and after ayt least half-an-hour he found him sat in a window seat, looking worried.
“Well, hello Findorfin,” Findereg started, unused to talking with the somewhat shameless elf courtier.
“Hello, my friend, I have been hearing about this trading mission. Bad business that, no one wants to go!”
Fin ran his hand through his hair, hoping it looked the type to take part in the mission.
“It is a problem,” Findereg agreed, nodding his head.
“Well how about me coming along then, I can hold a sword and talk anything out of anyone.” Fin puffed his chest out, of course Findereg would want him to come.
“Are you sure you’d want to come, all the dangers of Mirkwood and the less than sublime people of Laketown?”
“It will be grand, “ Findorfin continued, “I would love to, well that’s settled, and..” he winked and nudged Findereg, “once everyone knows I’m going, you should get a few females begging to come.”
He winked again and turned away, walking back along the passage. As he turned the corner, he waved a hand and called, “It will be great, you’ll see!”
"There, he won't have so much trouble in finding people anymore," Fin thought, and didn't he look happy when I said I'd join." He moved off along the passage, whistling a tune.

[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]

[Saurreg]

Somewhere South of Mirkwood

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Thaurbar Culcollo allowed himself a wry smile as he witnessed the angry woman chiding and dragging her drenched younger son from the river bed by the ear while his older brother followed behind meekly. The two rascals were playing tag by the stream and in the midst of adolescent exuberance and misplaced attention, the younger one fell in. He wasn't hurt and did not require medical aid which, allowed Thaurbar to remain concealed and out of sight.

The Atani family provided Thaurbar his source of amusement and interest for the last two days. It wasn't as if all riders of Imladris were always that free, but in this case there wasn't really anything Thaurbar could do. The sense of a growing presence at Dol Guldor and increased sightings of fell beasts in the Brown lands had alarmed the white council. In response, King Elrond ordered all available riders to converge at the south of mirkwood, observe and report all happenings. By the time Thaurbar had arrived west of the Misty Mountains three days out from Imladris, Halbarad and three other rangers were already patrolling the boundaries of the forest and two others of their company were coming up from the southlands. That was seven days ago. By the fifth day of his arrival, Thaurbar was rewarded with more and more sights of grey riders; Dunadan and Eldar alike approaching from all directions.

With the watchful rangers keeping vigilance (Infact Elrohir himself was coming with his cohort), Thaurbar's office was not required and it was by chance meeting along the River Celduin, that he encountered the migrating Atani family. With the issue of Dol Guldor resolved (at least from Thaurbar's point of view), Thaurbar decided to direct all his attention towards the human family and ensure their safety. This was done in secrecy for the Sindar felt no need to make his prescence known to them especially in these times. And so the human family found their journey eventless and smooth-sailing not knowing that a elven rider scoured the length road before they took it, or patrolled the area while they slept. It was a rewardless task but one that the elf found bearable. For when the family travelled, the man and woman would sing their folk songs, pleasing to his ears while their children entertained him with their antics.

But Thaurbar Culcollo had followed the family for long, and the remaining part of their journey laid not in his region of duty. As he watched the threesome make their way back towards the campsite, he sighed reluctantly and rosed. Mounting his black steed, he said a little prayer for the family to Elbereth before making his way northwards towards the Region of Esgaroth.

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[Kiara]

"Market day in Esgaroth," cawed the ebony-colored bird "Market day, Market day in Esgaroth."

"Shoo, you fool bird," muttered the woman at the desk near his perch, whose thick hair and snapping eyes reflected the hue of the raven's fine feathers,"Your reminders do me no good, I am not to go to market today, next month, or any month in the near future, it seems, because your master thinks my mind is not worth the dust beneath his warty feet!"

"Dust! Beneath his feet," cackled the bird gleefully. The raven, perched on her left, with the mischievous gleam in his eye, served as a memory-prod for her master. Mr. Dondarrion was a wily accountant in the trading hierarchy of Laketown; she, however, was the most trod-upon "dust" of an assistant to be found in the group, at least it seemed so to her.

"I will not be cawed at, you Jackdaw! Get away from here, you'll ruin my notations!" Her icy expression of disdain spoke of the steely heart within. Opening her mouth for further rebuke of the bird (she was used to venting in this fashion, after all, the bird was a good arguer, though it was only a repetition of her own tongue lashings), she was suddenly interrupted by the nervous tremor of her master's voice:

"Honestly, Rhiannon! I do not have warty feet, first of all, and secondly--how many times do I have to tell you?--the bird does no good to me at all if you have clouded his mind with your complaining! Now please, back to those notations, I need them by the 'morrow!"

[ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: Kiara ]

[VanimaEdhel]

"Taurion! Daro!" shouted a voice.

Taurion halted in his tracks as the voice commanded him, expecting it to be one of his commanders. He let out a sigh of disappointment. The commanders said they were going to give him a day of rest.

Rest. That he worked so hard that he needed rest was a depressing thought. His parents told him of purer days, when one could wander in the beautiful forests without a weapon. But it was a better possibility that he would be able to prove himself, now that the woods were perilous.

"Taurion!"

Taurion turned and saw a messenger that he knew.

"Ai! Greetings, Lagordal!" Taurion greeted, smiling brightly, "What news?"

"Findereg has requested your audience," the Elf said seriously.

"For what reason?" Taurion asked.

"Have you not heard?" Lagordal asked, incredulously.

"I have been patrolling," Taurion admitted.

"Ah, well most likely it is for supplies. Wine and the like."

"Wine, eh?" Taurion smiled a little.

"Not for you, Taurion. Now get over there," Lagordal said, still frowning a little.

"Ai! Be merry!" Taurion said.

"These are not merry times. And I wish you would be more serious," Lagordal warned, "Your jovial nature will be your downfall."

Taurion laughed and departed from his friend, who stood, shaking his head a bit.

*****

"You requested my presence?" Taurion said respectfully. He had finally found Findereg.

"Ah, yes," Findereg said.

"About supplies, yes?" Taurion said.

"Yes, you have heard. Well I was-" Findereg began.

"Well, my answer is that I will most certainly accompany the mission!" Taurion interrupted. He looked and saw Findereg did not seem to appreciate being cut off.

"I am sorry," Taurion quickly apologized.

"Yes, but you accept?" Findereg asked.

"Of course. Why would I not?"

"Well, many have refused," Findereg said.

"They are cowards," Taurion said, bluntly, "So I take it I was not your first choice? Never mind, do not answer that. I do not want to know. I will be ready in a few hours."

"Well, we need-" Findereg began again, but Taurion had already left and was making his way towards his quarters merrily.

*****

Taurion sang gently to himself as he made his way back, smiling.

"Taurion!" came another voice, this time female.

Taurion turned.

"Lady Mereniel!" Taurion smiled at the Elf maiden.

"Where are you strutting to so quickly?" she asked, smiling at the Elf.

"Nowhere that you should know about," Taurion said.

"Would you mind if I accompanied you?" Mereniel smiled even brighter.

"Why?" Taurion asked, honestly puzzled why she would want to do so.

"I do not wish to walk alone," Mereniel said, obviously desiring to accompany him.

"I shall not be the best company," Taurion said, beginning to walk faster.

"Oh, well...maybe another day," Mereniel said, disappointed.

"Yes," Taurion said briefly. He sped up a bit more, and the Elf maiden stopped, allowing him to pull far ahead.

Taurion came to his quarters and quietly opened the room and slipped in to begin packing...

[ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

[Gimli the Dwarf]

Elentar looked out from his booth at the soldier and the messenger as they talked. He was selling weapons now mostly archery and knives. He had given all of his wine to the royal sellers because of the bad shortage.
He is very bored with sitting here and decides to get up and asks the messenger,"How do I join the expedition? You will need a trader such as I who can defend himself and is also very good at striking a bargin."
The messenger turned to face him taken aback.
He says, "My brave fellow Elf go to the royal palace and offer your services to the king!"
Elentar then takes down his both and begins a long treck to the royal palace.

[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Gimli the Dwarf ]

[Susan Delgado]

"Findereg, there you are!"

He looked up at the sound of his name. "Yes, Lagordal?"

"There's a merchant who wants to join your expedition. Elentur. He's trying to find you, but as he ran off, he mentioned something about the palace; I think he may be heading there."

"The palace? Why would he go there? Thranduil doesn't know anything about trade."

Lagordal shrugged. "I don't know, but you might want to go and head him off before he embarrases himself."

Findereg nodded. "Thanks Lagordal. I'll go there now."

Lagerdal nodded and walked off and Findereg made his way toward the palace wing. He knew who Elentur was but had never met him, and now wasn't sure what to think of him. Why would he think Thranduil was in charge of trade? The king knew nothing about it, and Findereg would be surprised if the subject even crossed his mind except when something he wanted was not available. He shrugged. All he could hope was that Elentur wouldn't do something equally thoughtless when they reached Esgarath.

As he approached the audience hall, Luìnlathomë came out, lips set in a thin line. Findereg was too late. He sighed and said, "I take it Elentur has been here?"

Luìnlathomë made an irritated noise in her throat and nodded. "He been rushing around and demanding to see Thranduil at the top of his lungs. We've got him calmed now, but are you sure you want to bring him along?"

Findereg shrugged. "I need a trader and he actually volunteered. All I can hope is that he doesn't make a fool of himself in Esgarath."

Luìnlathomë snorted at the word "volunteered", but nodded and walked asway with a muttered, "Good luck." Findereg entered the audience hall to find Elentur sitting in a chair on the far end, looking sullen.

"Well, Elentur, I guess you're coming to Esgarath with us."

Elentur frowned. "Who are you?"

Findereg frowned. "I am Findereg, the person you should have come to if you wanted to go on a trading expedition."

Elentur got to his feet. "Oh. Well, can I go?"

"Yes. I'll contact you when we're leaving." He walked away, leaving the trader in the hall.

[ December 14, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

[Manardariel]

>Northern Mirkwood, not far from Esgaroth<
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The tinkling of water was getting louder and louder. "There must be a creek here somewhere", Youlielle thought. She held her breath for a moment, trying desperatly to determine where the sound came from. There, from her right. Making almost no sound, she walked a few paces, her slender figure becoming part of the world around her. No one could have heard or seen her, exept maybe an elf. For years, walking this quiet had been her special gift, and now, in the wild, it was extremly usefull. The girl stopped. Her ears had not betrayed her, she was standing in front of a small creek that flowing hurringly out of a pile of rocks."A spring",she said to herself,"good! It´s getting dark. I might as well spend the night here..." But first, a drink. Kneeling down, she untied the large and bulgy bundle knotted tight to her belt. Together with the woolen blanket she usually carried on her back, it contained her most precious-and only- belongings: a knife, a small kettle, some food. With a yank, she pulled out a small drinking cup, which she held under the water. The drink felt cool in her dry mouth. As she hastily refilled the cup, her eyes fell on the picture of a girl in the water.
Her eyes were so dark brown, they almost seemed black. Tall and slender she sat there, her evenly dark hair in two messy braids, fraiming the friendly face. She was wearing a navyblue linnen gown, over that a shorther, woolen overdress and a beautifully embroiderd belt. She was pale and looked troubled... Youlielle tore her eyes away from her reflection. It didn´t do her any good, just sittting here, staring in the nowhere. Instead, she got up and started to collect firewood. Half an hour later, she huddled herself in front of a warm, pleasantly crackling fire. It was about time she reached the river; she had to cross it! If only she knew a bit better where she was! Youlielle yawned. Tomorrow the river. But first, sleep...

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[ January 08, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]

[Amanaduial the archer]

OCC:Sorry guys, Ive been in the land of the leprecauns for a while so i havent had a chance to post. Here you go though...

"Well, well, what did I tell you Findereg? Ive just arrived and no sooner do the ladies come flocking in, eh Aenara?"

Aenara Oakhelm ground her teeth as she rounded the corner to the sound of Findorfins voice, trying not to smile. The courtier had absolutely no respect really for the guard, or he hid it very well, but it was very hard to hate him; rather he was the sort of person you hated yourself for loving.

"Ah Findorfin. And may I ask whats your business on a trading mission?"

"Ah Aenara, ever the guard. I was just coming because, well, theres rather a lack of interest, but with my-handsome-self here, you ladies can hardly resist, even from the Guard eh?" He winked. Aenara raised an eyebrow and turned to Findoreg.

"Findoreg, the King has asked me to join you on this mission as one of the guards. I will be happy to accompany you." She bowed her head to him rather stiffly. Female guards always had to prove themselves more it seemed, and going on this trading mission felt like a comedown, a punishment almost. Aenara wished she knew what for.

Findoreg smiled however and nodded back. "We will be glad to have you accompanying us."

The female elf smiled back. She resented being on this mission, but she knew Findoreg to be easy, friendly company, and was glad it was him she was going with. Turning, she went to pack her bags and that, still trying not to smile as Fin continued with his shameless comments behind her...

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion smiled, satisfied. He stood back. His pack had still been nearly filled from just returning from his patrol of the land. He loved being out in the woods. It was dangerous, yes, but it was still peaceful-feeling. Although, he did miss the food and wine at the palace...

He looked at the filled pack, and then took his sword and put it delicately on his bed with his bow and quiver.

There was a knock on his chamber door. He opened it, dreading that it was Mereniel again, but it was Lagordal.

"What news?" Taurion said, smiling at his friend, "No! Wait. Come in first."

"You are packed already?" Lagordal asked, looking around at the pack and the weapons.

"Of course."

"But they are not leaving until they have enough travellers," Lagordal said, dubiously.

"It is better to be prepared," Taurion smiled.

Lagordal continued, "There have been more people accepted."

"Good," Taurion said, smiling, "Now be off with you! I know that you must have other work to attend to!"

"And you...?" Lagordal asked.

"I will go find some wine," Taurion smiled, "For I have not tasted it in a while."

Lagordal sighed and left, shaking his head slightly.

Taurion left, searching for one of his friends with which to enjoy the beverage he had missed of late...

[Gimli the Dwarf]

Elentar looked on as the expedition leader as he left the hall. He had never been so embarrased in his life. He left the palace under the glare of the palace guards. He came back to his booth and got out his favorite weapons, a bow and two long Elf knives. He also got his argumant rule book.

He thought, I will need it if I am as foolish in Esgorath as I was today. He sighs and sits down to read his boock trying to gather back his wits.

[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Gimli the Dwarf ]

[the real findorfin]

Findorfin moved along the passageways, eager to find some company, elven maids perhaps. Since he had talked with Findereg, and seen the lovely Aenara, he had noticed how deserted the corridors really were. Fin couldn’t understand it, why wouldn’t anybody want to be part of a daring journey through the unknown dangers creeping over Mirkwood. With this he could charm many a fair elf, telling tales of his bravery and honour. As he re-enacted an imaginery scene in the empty corridor, someone turned the corner in front of him. Fin stopped immediately and was off balance for a second, but regained his composure.

“Taurion,” he cried, flicking a loose tousle of hair behind his ear, “how are you?”

Fin had known Taurion for many years and although they were not that close, they had drunk together several times. Taurion had been busy in his own thoughts and had not noticed Fin until he had spoken. Or at least, that’s what Fin hoped.

“Fin, you rogue, how are you?”

Fin clapped his fellow elf in a hug around the shoulders.

“Fine, fine, now have you heard about this trip Findereg is planning? Good, good, I assume you will be going. Excellent, the lovely Aenara is coming as well, and maybe some other maidens will be tempted when they hear that the great Fin and Taurion are going!”

Fin smoothly added Taurion into the dream, knowing how to stay on the good side of people through flattery and charm. Taurion was good looking, but no match for the great court pleaser, Fin himself. A worthy drinking partner though!

“Please say you’re not on duty.”

Taurion shook his head.

“Excellent, then perhaps we could go and find some ale…or maybe some of those kitchen maids?” Fin laughed and let the question hang in mid-air.

[ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]

[ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]

[Garen LiLorian]

Derek paused in the doorway as Rhiannon finished her attack on the world in general and his feet and bird in particular. He ran his hands through his hair, and, as always, grimaced as he noted how little of it was left.

"Honestly, Rhiannon! I do not have warty feet, first of all, and secondly--how many times do I have to tell you?--the bird does no good to me at all if you have clouded his mind with your complaining! Now please, back to those notations, I need them by the 'morrow!" She looked up, startled but uncowed. "by the morrow!" cawed the raven shrilly, and she fixed the bird with a glare that would have killed any lesser being. Unsettled, it ducked its head. "honestly Rhiannon" it said, in a much more conciliatory tone, and flew over to perch on its master's shoulder.

"There now, see what you've done." Derek stroked the bird with nervous fingers, and spoke quickly. "You've gone and scared him. I need him in top condition for when the Elves arrive. You know that."

Rhiannon looked singularly unimpressed, and Derek smiled at her. The movement didn't come easily to him, and it looked like the deeply entrenched lines in his face would put up a fight for a moment before giving in, but he made the effort anyway. Rhiannon was a good secretary, she just had this awful notion that everyone was out to get her. That could be useful, and Derek had used it on more than one occasion to bully an opponent into giving away more than he wanted to, but it surely didn't help him in his day to day existence. He sighed. "Rhiannon, I've got to go into Esgaroth. Market day, you know. I need someone to come along and help me with my accounts. Is Joneth around?"

Rhiannon, who had looked up sharply at that, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like profanity. "What?" Derek asked sharply. If there was one thing he couldn't stand in his employees, it was swearing. It didn't pay, and therefore, Derek had no use for it. "I said he's already there. Along with everyone else, master." Rhiannon had almost as good a scowl as he did himself, he noted approvingly. He thought for a moment. "Alright, then. I guess I can deal with it myself. Come along, Malbeth." He walked out the door, the raven on his shoulder. His voice floated back to where Rhiannon sat. "Don't forget the notation!"

[Saurreg]

The sun was already setting as the chestnut brown steed trotted towards the banks of the Mirkwood Forest River. It was sweating profusely and its nostrils flared. Thaurbar knew that the horse had reached the threshold of its endurance and could travel no more. Getting off her back, the eldar approached the head of the mare and stroked its forehead whilst whispering comforting praises into her drooped ears. The strain of fatigue had numbed the horse and she was initially unresponsive, but she soon regained her senses and nibbled gently on his fingers, a sign of affection. Thaurbar gave his mount a pat on the rump as the horse made its way to the waters for a well deserved drink.

The elven rider stood facing north and surveyed his surroundings. Towards his left four hours ride away was the Mirkwood forest, abode of the green elves and the seat of their king - Thrandruil, son of Oropher. Just to his right was an abandoned old redoubt, no doubt a relic from the past when free men of the region had to defend their homes from maraudering Easterlings and orcs. However with the establishment of the Kingdom of Rohan and Ecthelion II as steward of Gondor, threats from the East had greatly diminished and the need for such defences was no more. No men walked in these parts anymore for it was too far from any settlements and too close to the green elves, hence a perfect resting place for a rider of Rivendell.

Thaurbar turned towards his horse again and watched it grazed at the grass by the river bank. Like all Rivendellian beasts, she had a longer lifespan than her other counterparts, even those of Rohan. However time has taken its toil and Eastwind was fast approaching her twilight. Thaurbar knew that very soon he would have to bring her back to Imladris where she would spend the remainder of her life roaming free in the green vales until expiration. Just then it occurred to him that the lives of those whom he had sought to protect and secretly guide were also very short. Compared to his immortality, the Atani were simply flowers that blossom at dawn, reaching the height of their grandeur in the midday sun before withering by evening. He had been present when some of his Dunadan friends died and standing by their bedsides, he witnessed them turned glassy eyed and witless before darkness consumed them. And each time they died, Thaurbar felt as if a part of him disappeared as well leaving him empty and bitter.

"Not at all liberated from the cruelty of time are you, Eastwind?"

The mare simply looked at Thaurbar without comprehension as her master approached to lead her away.

"Then again, neither am I."

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[ December 17, 2002: Message edited by: Saurreg ]

[VanimaEdhel]

"Ah, yes, the maidens," Taurion smiled. His face grew serious, "Although," he said, "Many of them are getting a bit too serious about his marriage business. I am trying to stay away from them...especially Mereniel..."

Fin laughed.

"What?" Taurion said, "I am not nearly ready to settle down...no matter what my parents ask!" He added the last as an afterthought.

Fin laughed, "Well, let us see to the drinks, in any event!"

They went off together to find some good company and drinking...

[ December 18, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg finally found Taurion and Findorfin in the wine cellar, happily getting drunk with the Wine Steward, Luinlos. With a sigh of irritation, he fetched them back to their rooms and set them packing. He went around to Elentar, Aenara, and Celebmornie. They grumbled a bit but didn't argue too strenuously.

Luinlathome was there in the morning to see them off. She had organised the wain and the horses were waiting patiently for everyone to arrive. When they had, they took up their positions. Findereg noted with amusement that Findorfin and Celebmornie rode together at the rear of the train.

Luinlathome smiled and waved as they left. After he'd ridden a few yards, Findereg rode back and kissed her goodbye, and she snorted and said, "Go on, now, or they'll leave without you!" This was their ritual and it was a great comfort to both when they separated for days or weeks on his trading missions. With a final smile, he trotted his horse back to where the others were just disappearing onto the River Road.

[ December 21, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara watched Findereg ride back to Luinlathome and give her a kiss before he rode back to them, and smiled. They were so close. And he was of course going on such a dangerous mission, a more cynical, bitter part of her brain muttered, the terrible perils of trading wine.

She heaved a sigh and turned back to the road.

"Ah the lovely Aenara. My my, we may have weeks in each others company. Can you think of anything better?"

The guard winced at the voice but didnt turn around as Fin rode up behind her. The courtier was not, however, looking completely at his best. "Weeks of each others company? Maybe Ill just kill myself now to spare myself the pain." She muttered before turning back to Fin.

"Findorfin, you look a little tired and, goodness, can it be...hungover?" She said, with an innocent grin that made his fade. Now it was his turn to cover his wince.

"Of course not dead Aenara. Just the exhaustion of the complete pleasure of your company." He replied smoothly, but she noticed the hesitation. As he rode ahead, Aenara allowed herself a slight smile before reprimanding herself. She wasnt meant to be enjoying this mission. Vala, this journey was that futile, she wasnt even meant to be on it! Frowning once again she rode onwards with the group.

[the real findorfin]

Fin shook his head in an attempt to wake himself up.

"Pull yourself together," he thought, "it's your own fault, drinking too much!"

He moved his horse forward until he rode beside Findereg, and smiled painfully as his stomach and head caught up with him.

"So, exaulted leader, should we fear any trouble in these parts?"

Findereg 'umm'ed as if in thought.

"Not that I'm worried or anything," Fin put in, pulling himself upright as he felt himself slowly slipping from the saddle.

"Oh dear," he thought, "this could be a problem!"

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion sighed, and took a quick drink of water in the hopes of clearing his spinning mind.

He looked around at all of these lovers around him. He saw Mereniel behind at the castle, speaking to another maiden and pretending not to watch him leave. He quietly gave a sigh of indignation. He was too young. Yes, he was...he should not marry.

But, at the same time, everyone looked so happy. But he was too young and too free. He enjoyed the hunt too much...

He saw Fin slowly slipping off his saddle near him. Taurion debated whether he should help him or not. He finally decided that it was not his business and it would require too much motion of his pounding head. He watched, slightly amused, as Fin slowly slid, trying not to laugh out loud...

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara watched Fin slowly descending from his saddle with slight amusement. Looking up she saw Taurion also watching with a sort of fascination. The others mainly hadnt noticed or were watching in the same way as Taurion and Aenara herself.

Slipping...slipping...slipping...

With a sigh, Aenara moved her horse forward quickly, grabbing Fin as he dropped into her arms, murmering softly to himself. Completely out of it.

And that was the moment that it finally became too much for Taurion and he burst out laughing.

Glaring venomously at the hungover elf, Aenara then glanced back down at Fin, lying smiling and murmering slightly in her arms.

"Oh gods...Findoreg, I think we have a small problem."

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion saw the poisonous look that Aenara gave him, and he stopped laughing. His body shook a bit with pent up chuckles, but he contained them a bit.

He stopped and watched to see what was going to happen with Fin. Fin did have the habit of passing out after too much drinking, but he could usually control it...

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg shoved Taurion aside in his haste to see what the commotion was about and stopped short on the sight of Findorfin lying unconscious in a none-too-happy Aenara's arms. Unconscious? No, passed out. An Elf who had never learned to hold his liquor...with an aggrieved but resigned sigh, Findereg untangled Findorfin and Aenara and propped the trader back on his horse. He turned around and found Taurion still standing there, looking confused and a little sleepy himself. Aenara had (wisely) disappeared.

"Ah, Taurion, be a good lad and fetch me some rope, will you?"

Taurion looked confused. "Why do you want rope?"

"Look, don't argue. I need to to tie Findorfin here back onto the horse so we can get moving. We don't have time to wait around until he sobers up enough to ride."

"Oh, all right." Taurion disappeared into the pack string and didn't return for nearly fifteen minutes. When he did reach the horse Findereg was waiting less than patiently beside, he got no more than a curt grunt as thanks. Taurion did offer to help tie the sleeping elf on, though, and they were soon ready to get going. For safety, Taurion rode beside Findorfin's horse and held onto his friend's arm so there would be no accidents.

[Manardariel]

"click-clack. Click-clack" Suprised, Youlielle´s ears picked up the sound of hoofes, clattering along. Hoofes? That meant a rider. Carefully, Youlielle sank a bit deeper in the shadows... she didn´t want to be seen. No rider would let a young, unacompanied girl pass him without asking questions or making comments. And she did not want that to happen.
"You better be carefull, girl. Don´t want to get yourself caught, do you?" She muttered to herself. They said the forest was full of dangers, monsters and even worse creatures. But they weren´t her greatest worry. What she was most scared of by now were people from the city, trying to force her back. But she would never, ever go back to Lake Town. It would be certain death. This journey was dangerous, but it was her only hope for life. She wouldn´t give up.

The hoofes came nearer. She heard voices in a strange, cold language. Youlielle crept away. A warning fear had filled her. This wasn´t a rider from to Lake Town. This was no man at all... suddenly, they were around her. Black figures, everywhere. She broke into a run. More creatures. She kicked, punched, despreatly looking for a way out. Something hit her legs, then her sholder. Searing pain filled her. Darkness...........

When she came to herself again, she was bleeding all over. Her legs hurt terribly. "So you´ve made it, girl. Gone and killed yourself.... " She closed her eyes again. Anything, even death had to better than this. But then, something in her stirred.
"Are you just going to give up? You´ve never given up before." A voice said in her head " Why now?Are you just going to lie down and die?? "
"No way,"she wisperd. "No way...."

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[the real findorfin]

"Arhg!" Fin moaned as he opened his eyes. In front of him the train of horses was still winding and for a second he wondered that he had managed to stay on his horse whilst asleep.
Then he felt the rope and groaned again, turning a very deep red.

"I see your awake," Taurion chuckled.

"Taurion, you had to give me that last bottle of cider didn't you!"
His friends chuckled agin, before Fin asked, "who noticed?"

"Aenara."

"Oh dear!"

Taurion helped Fin untangle the ropes and Fin, feeling much better than before, rode up to Aenara.

With actual sincerity and no charm intended, Fin said, "thank you Aenara."

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara saw Fin riding up to her looking sheepish and for a brief moment she actually considered just galloping away. No, wait...good grief, he was sober...

"Thank you Aenara." The courtier said sincerely. Aenara blinked in surprise. What? No sarcasm?

"What- I mean, oh, erm, thankyou Findorfin. Yes. It was-" Ok now we were just going into the realms of untruth if she said it was a pleasure. "-fine."

He smiled at her. Actually smiled, with barely a trace of grin. She found herself grinning back; so he was an elf. He opened his mouth but stopped as he saw Aenara looking past him. What was that shape?

It could be passed off as some sort of rock or a bit of log, but those things didnt havea tendency to wearing clothing. Mind you, neither did men and elves have a tendency to wearing such tattered rags; but they had, she reckoned once been fine clothing...

"Good grief..." The guard murmered before raising her voice. "Findoreg! Findoreg, come and look here."

The other elf rode over, muttering under his breath about having had enough of drunk courtiers until he saw the figure and stopped as dead as Aenara. Without a word they rode over and Aenara dismounted beside the girl, for that was what it was.

Kneeling down she turned the girl over gently to be met with a solid kick in the arm, followed by an anguished cry. A pair of beautiful but terrified eyes opened in the girls bruised face. Well, at least she was alive...

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion wondered what all the commotion was about. He brought his horse near to them rather quickly.

"Taurion! Do not run her over!" a voice yelled to him.

Still confused, Taurion swung nimbly off of the horse, and flinched when he landed, his head still hurting a little. He went over to where others were standing. They did not let him into the circle, so he stood on his toes, trying to see what was happening.

Finally, he found a small opening and looked at where they were gathered. He felt himself take in a quick breath and his knees almost buckle. Quickly, he turned, with fire in his eye, and made back towards the horse.

"Where are you going?" Findorfin asked Taurion, turning away from the woman for a second.

"We must catch the person that did this!" Taurion said, looking at Fin with fire in his eye and daring him to stop him.

"No!" Fin said, looking back at Taurion, but staying with the others and the woman, "We must tend to her first."

"Then let me go!" Taurion said. Fin did not reply, but Taurion could see that he was not going to get to go. He sighed and returned to the group, careful not to look at the girl again.

However, he could still see the eyes. Those eyes...so large and innocent in appearance. The eyes, he knew, would haunt him for quite a bit of time. He silently cursed the evil in the world and wondered how any creature could do any such deed to such a fair creature as this girl?

[Saurreg]

The west wind blew and brought along a stench all too familiar to Thaurbar. There were orcs about and the direction of the wind indicated that they were to his left, from Mirkwood.

Thaurbar got off his biouvac and hurried towards Eastwind. Untieing the mare's bridle from the slender tree trunk he had secured it on, he leapt onto the horse's back and galloped towards the east along the river.

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[Manardariel]

Youlielle felt hands turning her around. Who were these people? Why did they bother about her? Her mind was a single blur. She kicked, just to make sure they weren´t enemies. Not a good idea- the seering pain was back. She cried aout, but stifeld the cry, when she oppend her eyes. She was looking in a face, fairer than anything she has ever seen before. A women was pering at her, looking suprised. Something deep down, told her not to worry. She was safe. It didn´t matter who they were, or what they would do with her, or where they were going. All that mattered was that they wouldn´t hurt her. With their help, she would live.

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[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara rubbed her arm; the girl could kick. Peering at the girl she pushed a few strands of dark hair from the girls freckled face, examining the bruise high on her left cheek. Otherwise the girls face was almost unmarked. It was a pity the rest of her was not.

"Who would do such a thing..." Aenara murmered in elvish and the girl looked at her alarmed.

"Elf?" She whispered quietly, surprised.

"Yes, child." She answered in the common tongue. Here the girl gave her a 'look' and the elfguard smiled; to this human girl, she probably looked but a few years older. "Although maybe not so much a child in your skill with kicks." Aenara said, smiling slightly as she rubbed her arm. The girl looked slightly sheepish before she raised her chin stubbornly. Trying to sit up, she winced as one of her arms gave way beneath her. Aenara helped her up into a sitting position and crouched in front of her.

"What is your name?"

"I am Youlielle. From...." Here the girl paused as if not wanting to reveal where she came from, then continued. "From Esgaroth."

"I see. But what exactly are you doing in the middle of Mirkwood?"

Youlielle raised her chin stubbornly again, and set it in a way that said that this was what was happening and nothing any elves could do would stop her, whether she called her child or not. This made Aenara smile; the girl reminded her of herself years ago. "Im running away to Gondor."

Aenara's eyebrows shot up, but she didnt comment. "Riiiight-"

"I have told you my name and business but...what is yours?" The girl asked courteously. Aenara smiled and touched her forehead to the girl. "I am Aenara Oakhelm, a guard of Thranduils palace."

Now it was the girls turn to be surprised. "An elfguard?" She murmered. Aenara smiled and nodded, before introducing the others around her.

[Saurreg]

Thaurbar frowned as he inspected the ground of the trail leading away from the river. The blades of grass were bented and flattened by heavy tramping, while hedges by the sides were slashed with cruel blades. He pulled up a piece of dead grass and brought it to his nose; it reeked of the same stench that pervailed in the wind.

No doubt, this was the mischievous work of orcs. The foul creatures cared little for all living things and never failed to carry out acts of malice against the greenery. But there were others also. For amidst the orcish footprints were hoof-marks of horses. That meant that either the orcs had waylaid some unwary travellers and had gotten away with their mounts, or they had in their company, members of other races.

Thaurbar got up and went back to his mare. The orcs had long left the region around the river and it was pointless for him to pursue them; they would most probably be dead soon for the Dunadans now patrolled the lower region of Mirkwood in great numbers. Instead Thaurbar's heart was turned towards where the orcs came from, for that would yield clue on what they were up to.

"Revio, Rhûngwaew! Revio!" Thaurbar commanded.

The horse gave a neigh of acknowledge and sped off the trail like an arrow from a bow.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion finally turned to the girl, after everyone else had been introduced.

"This is Taurion," he heard Aenara say. He looked at the girl's fair face.

"Yes," he heard himself whisper, "Hi, Youlielle."

He quickly turned away again. But he found himself looking back. Now that she was feeling better, Youlielle looked different. She was full of so much hope. Most women that were back at the castle did not have this hope. They either just sought what they desired or gave up. Very few did not get what they wanted. Here, however, was a girl that was seeking a goal and could not obtain it. She, however, fought her hardest to get it. She knew she only had a short time in this world, so she went out to get what she wanted. The women at the palace knew they had so much time. So many that did not get what they wanted became lazy and did not try. This spirit was almost refreshing.

He looked up, confused and realizing he had been in his own thoughts for some time. He looked around, trying to figure out where everyone was at this time...

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg had watched the others tending the daughter of Man and stayed out of the action. He was no healer and would only be in the way. However, they'd all been kneeling over her and talking for nearly an hour. It was time to go. He remounted his horse and made an announcement to that effect. Aenara grumbled a bit, but they found that the mortal was not so badly injured that she couldn't ride pillion behind Aenara. Though the mortal didn't want to return to Esgaroth, she also knew that if she didn't accompany the Elves, she would probably die, so she mounted behind Aenara, trying not to wince when her injuries were pulled.

[Manardariel]

It was a dream. It had to be. Youlielle could simply not believe it. One moment she was practically dieing, in the depts of Mirkwood, the next thing she knew she was riding with a company of elvels. She held on to Aneara, not believing her luck. She had always loved elves, ever since she had first heard of them. And here she was, riding with them. Her heart was swelling over with joy, she thought she would burst wih happiness. Quietly she launched into a childish, joyfull song, humming her happiness out into the world...

you know this feeling, when you feel like singing loud?
Do you know this feeling when your heart is feeling proud?
Do you know this feeling when somebody suddenly says
"I love you"
She smiled to herself. True, no one had said "I love you", but the way the company treated her, with respect, caring and friendly, was something new to her. It made her happy. Could there be anyting better?
She looked up. For a split second, she glanced one of the riders in the eye. They held each others gaze and then, quite suddenly, both turned away, looking somewhere else.
If this is a dream,Youlielle thought, then I never want to wake up ever again.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion heard the girl humming a bit. He almost smiled to himself, but then stopped himself. She was probably still in pain. He felt himself turn and look at her.

All of a sudden, she looked back. Taurion looked into her eyes for a second. The eyes were so young and innocent. He held the gaze for a second, then quickly turned away. She was so young-looking, how was it possible that any could let her out of her home? Why did her parents not guard her and the wild spirit she seemed to possess until she was of the age where she could defend herself with the trouble that the spirit would and did get her into.

Taurion pointedly did not look at the girl, worried she would look back, and continued to ride on, disturbingly silent.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara saw Taurion and Youlielles eyes catch for a moment and her eyebrows shot up, although she made no comment. Taurion had been sneaking glances at the human for a while, but the way their eyes had met...she pointedly didnt say anything.

"Are you alright, Youlielle?" She murmered to the girl behind her. Strange, she had met humans before, but never really been this close...

"Yes Aenara. Im fine." The answer came back. Aenara smiled. She finished her humming and sighed happily again, making Aenara smile. She began to hum her own tune...

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen....

She began before stopping as she realised Youlielle was listening to her.

"Does that have words?"

"Indeed. Do you wish me to teach you the common tongue or elvish?" She answered, smiling slightly.

"The words are elvish?" The girls voice was wondering as she realised what the elf had just said. "You would teach me?"

"If you wish it, Youlielle. Come, say after me; Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen?"

The girl repeated this, stumbling, slowly and Aenara winced slightly at the pronunciation. "Say it like that and you may insult quite a few people!" She laughed. The girl blushed and they tried again, smiling and laughing as they rode.

[Saurreg]

Thaurbar had arrived at the edge of the Mirkwood. There the trail of the orcs went deep and it stretched beyond the boundaries of the forest and continued into the realm of the green elves.

Just as he had made his choice to continue tracing the trail and risk the wrath of the territorial green elves, his sharp elven ears picked up the clattering of hooves and singing voices. Before long a group of riders appeared from the edge of a bent and were riding without saddles towards him. There were six of them and they were dressed in a myriad of woodland colours. Their skins were very fair and their hairs were long. Thaurbar knew that he was about to meet the masters of the forest and decided to hail them.

"Greetings kinsmen! May the stars of Elbereth shine upon you evermore! It has been long since I've seen the people of Thrandruil leave his halls in such numbers and on horses too. Pray tell me; what news do you have of the region?"

[Kiara]

Rhiannon continued to scowl in her dusty domain. "Notations indeed" she snorted, driving her quill pen into the ink so forcefully she broke the nibbed tip, though she didn't notice this at first. Her hands, though shapely and soft, due to her delicate work, were nonetheless covered with the stains. Too many jousts with the ink-bottle, it seemed. She was running no risk of failing to finish her duties. In fact, Rhiannon could have made three trips to the market place and back and stillbe able to finish the notations.

She looked down at her work with pride, her tight, even script yet containing a beauty and clarity that the other assistants could not attain. Just then she noticed the result of her flying temper. The tip of her pen was split nearly an inch down its length.

"Damn!!!" she muttered under her breath. (Yes, she did have a habit of swearing, but one she had cultivated merely to irritate her master....She smiled sardonically at his reaction from earlier). Rummaging in the drawers containing her supplies, she found she had broken the last of her quill pens. On the verge of uttering another curse, however, she checked herself with this new plan that had bolted through her mind.

"Ah! And I had thought it would be months before I could make it to the market place....But with all traders having closed shop to sell their goods at market, I have no choice but to find what I need there....and with good excuse, too, if I do run into my fine Mr. Dondarrion...."

And with that, she arrayed herself in her chocolate-colored cloak, eyes bright and sparkling with pleasure, the sardonic grin having spread to a half-smile. Rhiannon was really, almost, beautiful when she was happy....

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg pulled his horse to a stop when the strange Elf appeared on the path ahead of the train.

"Greetings kinsmen! May the stars of Elbereth shine upon you evermore! It has been long since I've seen the people of Thrandruil leave his halls in such numbers and on horses too. Pray tell me; what news do you have of the region?" The stranger called out in a jovially pompous tone. Had he no caution? Of course not, not when talking to a fellow Elf. Well then.

"Hello," Findereg answered noncomitally. "You are no Wood Elf. What business have you in Mirkwood?"

"I'm a ranger, sent out from Imladris. I came here on Lord Elrond's orders to ascertain the threat growing in Mirkwood."

Findereg nodded in understanding. "Ah, the Shadow grows in the South. We are going to Esgarath to purchase needed supplies. If you'd like to join us for a bit, you're welcome to. A bit of news from Imladris is always welcome. I am Findereg."

The stranger nodded gladly and pulled hid horse into the group. He looked curiously for a moment at the daughter of Man, then introduced himself. Findorfin still seemed a bit put out, but everyone ekse welcomed him cheerfully.

[Saurreg]

Thaurbar was surprised by the affability of the wood elf. He have met some of Thrandruil's captains before and they struck him as aloof and proud. This one was different.

"Findereg of Mirkwood, yours is a most gracious offer. I accept."

Thaurbar waited for Findereg to ride pass him so that they could travel along side. As he turned Eastwind around, he discovered that there waere seven travellers and not six; a little urchin was perched behind a female elf. When she saw the newcomer looking at her, she clung even tighter to the elf and hid her stained face from sight.

Thaurbar gave his horse a slight tap with his heels and picked up pace. Soon he was riding beside Findereg.

"We found her along the river bank," Findereg said, guessing correctly what was on the Sindar's mind, "not far from where we met you."

Thaurbar looked over his shoulder and espied the child again. She was wounded.

"Orcs?"

Findereg nodded and replied nonchalantly, "Her injuries were not serious. She was in shock when we came upon her but that has passed. Since then she has recovered her faculties and I believe, is behaving normally for an Atani of her age. Apparently she has bonded with Aenara and they are inseparable now."

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[the real findorfin]

Fin was glad that the newcomers, both Human and Elf, had arrived. The companies attetion was no longer on him. As he rode he felt a lot better and cursed the drinking of the night before.
He rode at the rear of the company alone, not wanting conversation lest the headache return.

"Best to give it an hour or so," he thought. By the sounds of the talk, orcs or worse could be around and Fin didn't want to find himself in the middle of a fight in his present condition.

He noticed that the girl had taken an immediate liking to Aenara, “damn!” he thought, “no way I can talk to her now!” He cursed and clutched at his head, “ow!”
He reached for his skin of water, perhaps that would help.

[Saurreg]

One of the elves had deliberately slackened the pace of his horse so that he would fall behind the train. It was not difficult for Thaurbar to figure out why, given the former's sluggish movements and flushed face. It seemed that rumours of the Mirkwood elves' love for wine were true after all.

Findereg had also noticed the actions of his fellow companion. He smiled to himself as he shook his head.

"Ah! I see the illustrous Fin had caught your eye! He is one of the younger courtiers of the Mirkwood Kingdom and a favorite among the elven maidens. He has a flirtatious personality and a sharp tongue. But I assure you that he has a good heart and a pair of steely hands."

"That I am sure of sure of, friend Findereg." Replied Thaurbar still eyeing the drunken Nandor with much interest. Never had he seen an elf so "unfettered" before.

Just then, Thaurbar noticed that the young Atani was staring at him with her large black eyes. When she realised that Thaurbar had caught her peeping, she hid herself behind the female elf.

Taking leave from Findereg, Thaurbar rode towards the female elf and the child. The urchin clung even tighter to her travelling companion as Thaurbar approached.

"Child, my name is Thaurbar. Tell me, what is yours?"

The large bright eyes continued to stare defiantly. Silence.

"Where do you come from? Where are your parents?"

Still silence.

Thaurbar knew that another approach was needed. He noticed that some of the wounds on the child's body were still raw and blood and just clotted by the side of the cuts. As the elf reached out to examine the child's wounds, she instinctively recoiled in horror. Trust had not been established.

"Tell me child, do your wounds still hurt?" Inquried Thaurbar earnestly.

He then reached into a inner pocket on his tunic and pulled out a small packet wrapped in cloth. Unwrapping the packet, he extracted a few pieces of dried leaves and offered them to the child.

"This is Athelas, your people would know it as Kingsfoil. If your wounds hurt, simply chew on one of these leaves and apply the pulp on the wound."

The child hesitated but she then reached out and grabbed the leaves before withdrawing quickly.

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[Manardariel]

The strange elf handed her some leaves she had never seen before.

Youlielle stared at him, a strange mixture of fear and anger filling her. A proud, stern face, watchfull eyes, a flair of arrogance-calling her "child" and everything-around him- he reminded her so strongly of her father it made her sick. He treated her very differently from "her" elves. For the first time, she felt ashamed of her race.

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. She would show him. She might not be immortal, but she had nothing to be ashamed of. Taking the leaves, she said:

"Thank you, Lord. Now for the second time I learn of the great knowlege in healing you and your people posses. It has saved me once, and I am sure your kingsfoil could take no harm.
For your information, my name is Youlielle. I come from Lake Town. As for anything else concerning me, my past or my buisiness in this parts of Middle-Earth, I have kept it for myself and fully intend to remain doing so. And one other thing. I am not a child. I am fifteen years old and, have allmost reached maturity."

She breathed out. "Good Job," she told herself. "Let him handle that one."

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[Amanaduial the archer]

As Thaubar offered the kingsfoil, Aenara smiled at him for his kindness. Besides, she might be needing some soon, the girl was clutching that tightly to her sides...

"Come Youlielle, you know we do not mean you harm." Aenara murmered back to her. "Thaubar especially wouldnt."

The girl hesistated for a moment longer before snatching the Athelas.

"Thank you, Lord. Now for the second time I learn of the great knowlege in healing you and your people posses. It has saved me once, and I am sure your kingsfoil could take no harm.
For your information, my name is Youlielle. I come from Lake Town. As for anything else concerning me, my past or my buisiness in this parts of Middle-Earth, I have kept it for myself and fully intend to remain doing so. And one other thing. I am not a child. I am fifteen years old and, have allmost reached maturity." Youlielle relaxed as Thaubar nodded and rode away after a moment, but Aenara winced. Youlielle looked up sharply, puzzled. "Whats the matter?"

"Whats the matter?" Aenara repeated quietly to herself in her own language then remained silent for a moment. When she spoke it was quietly. "You should not have done that."

"Why not?" Youlielle snapped angrily. Aenara didnt want to scold the girl so she tried to find a way around. Like finding out why the elf had made her young companion so angry.

"He only gave you kindness." She replied, then waited for the explosion she knew would come.

"Kindness? He patronised me! He demanded my roots, as if that was all I am, and spoke down to me! He does not treat you like that Aenara! The demanding, and the looks...and he called me a child." She ended lamely. He anger was working itself out from its start as a rant. The elf guard in front of her laughed, but not at the girl.

"Thaubar has quite a healthy respect for me, as do many of the males- excepting Fin, but then, he is the excpetion to many rules while at the same time a complete cliche- because I am an elf guard. And when he called you a child- you are 15 human years of age are you not? Thaubar has lived about 100 times that length!"

"He has?" Now Youlielle was incredulous.

"Indeed. We roam the earth much longer than you Youlielle; every elf here is far far older than any human you will meet."

The girl now looked around at the fair elves around her. Then Aenara saw her face darken in the corner of her eye. "But...but he reminded me so much...s-so much of..." She stuttered, clearly dealing with a painful memory.

"Shhh." Aenara didnt press her. The memory obviously hurt her still and to try and dig it out before it was ready... "Chew the Athelas- I mean, the Kingsfoil. And shall we continue with the lesson?" She added, adopting a mock scholarly tone, looking back and down at Youlielle as if over a pair of invisible spectacles. "You will never learn!"

Both of them laughed and they got back to pronunciation of the song...

[Saurreg]

Thaurbar rejoined Findereg at the head of the train. The Atani and her elven companion were now engaged in a heated conversation; no doubt he was the talking point.

"Things did not go as well as you have expected?" Inquired Findereg with an all too knowing look on his face.

"She does not trust me," Replied Thaurbar crest-fallen, "I was unable to pry any information from her."

Findereg simply smiled and continued to look ahead.

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[Susan Delgado]

Findereg smiled for a moment, then faced the other Elf and said, "She's frightened, Thaurbar. One should not try to "pry" information out of friendly acquatences at the best of times, and certainly not when the vistim is a young and injured Atani. They haven't our strength. If you're going to talk to her, be gentle. Emulate Aenara, there. You see, they've become friends."

Thaubar looked thoughtfully about him and nodded. What Findereg said amde sense, from the point of view of someone who'd spent a lot of time with Men. He promised to be more gentle with the girl in the future and they rode on in silence for a while.

[the real findorfin]

Now that he was sober, Fin was intrigued by the young human. She was young yet proud, that was obvious, and didn't trust easily. Fin's heart went out to her, lost and alone (whatever she might say) in an unknown place. Fin shuddered at te thought, he didn't like being alone. Suddenly he had a good thought. He rummaged around in his saddlebag and pulled out something, which was wrapped in a thick leaf.

Trotting forward to Aenara and the girl’s horse, he introduced himself. “Hello Aenara, hello my lady.” Fin understood why the girl got frustrated at being called a child, after all, most of the courtiers thought he was annoying and ‘youthful’ in terms of sensibility. Fin would not tar the girl with the same brush.
“It seems you have been given something for your wounds, but perhaps something for your stomach is also needed.”

He passed over the wrapped object, and said, “open it, you will find it tasty indeed.” As the girl unwrapped it, a dark brown slab of something was revealed.
“Eat,” prompted Fin.

[Manardariel]

Youlielle stared at the elf, then at the brownish something in his hands. She looked up at him and grinned. He had called her "lady". Not child, lady. That felt soo good.
"What is that? And how did you guess I was so hungry?"

He smiled back. A charming smile he had, open to the world, friendly.

"Those are Lembas. They´re elvish waybread. Taste them, they´re really good. And they´ll stop you from being hungry, promise."

That was just too tempting. Youlielle reached out for the "Lembas" an showed them in her mouth. They were delicious. A bit dry, but delicious all the same. Sweet, and a bit spicy, full of life and energy.

"Wow. Those are really good!"She said in delight. Fin and Aenara smiled at each other, than down at her.
"Don´t eat too much", Aenara advised. "They´ll stuff you terribly."

"Thank you, lord."Youlielle said to Fin.

He made a my-pleasure sort of gesture, and smiled again. That was such a nice smile. Exellent teeth. Turning his horse, he left them again, whisteling a pleasant tune to himself. In front of her, Youlielle heard Aenara groan.

"What?" she asked, suprised. It almost seemed like Aenara was groaning about Fin offering her... what was the word.. Lembas.
"Aenara? You seem all annoyed, what´s the matter with you?"

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion rode a bit behind now, amusing himself by watching the group. He smiled now that Fin was sober. Fin was amusing drunk, but he was sometimes more amusing when he was sober. Although he was not being entertaining at the moment, Taurion looked at how polite Fin was being towards this girl. He liked her too, it was obvious.

Too? Taurion realized that he had thought of the word "too". Why would it be too? It was not as if Taurion liked her. He could not. She was...a mortal...and he of the Fair Kindred. But she was still so sweet...

Taurion deepened in his thoughts and was finally knocked out of his daydreams and ponderings quite abruptly when he heard someone yell.

"Taurion!" the voice said, and he jerked himself out of his daydream...

[Susan Delgado]

When Findereg judged it to be two hours before two hours before sunset, he halted the company and made camp. They hadn't made very good time that day, so he thought there might be another two days on the road before they got to Esgaroth. However, with luck, they'd be out of the Forest sometime tomorrow. He glanced around once more before settling to the cooking of supper. There was something oppressive about the Forest tonight, as if some presence were lurking. He shook his head. It was probably his imagination. He really didn't like to travel.

After supper, everyone settled around to enjoy to fire and some entertainment. Someone started to tell a story...

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara groaned. Well, he'd given up on her, a blessing at least...probably...but now he was practically flirting with the human chil- the human girl? She gritted her teeth. Some serious words were going to be said to that elf...

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[the real findorfin]

As they crowded around the fire, Fin edged over to where Aenara sat.
"Hello, Aenara," he greeted, "do you mind if I sit with you?"
She nodded after a pause and Fin sat, with the warmth of the fire relaxing him.
"So, have you had a good day?"

"Fine, you seem to have as well! Youlielle is nice isn't she?" Aenara prodded, trying to get a definate answer.

"Yes, she's nice," Fin replied, "but not as nice as you my darling guard!" He smiled another of his winning smiles. "Do you think that we should be out of the forest by tomorrow?" he asked, hoping Aenara knew more of the road than he.
"Yes, we should be," she replied, noncommittally.
"Good," Fin said, yawning. He lay back, looking up at the stars and listened to the stories and songs waft up into the night.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion left his horse after taking his pack off and wandered over to where the group sat. He absent-mindedly took a seat next to Youlielle. When he turned, he was surprised at the girl that sat next to him. Taurion gave a small start at seeing the girl, who had been looking at him. In turn, Youlielle gave a small shake of surprise.

"Oh...oh, I apologize," Taurion said, "I apologize. It is just that I did not expect to see you right there then."

"You sat here," Youlielle pointed out.

"True," Taurion said, flashing her a smile, "Do not always trust to my brain though. It must be too much miruvor over those long years. Do not take to drinking, for it will impair your judgement."

"But are you not a guard? Should you not be alert?" Youlielle asked, in full earnest.

"That," Taurion chuckled, "Is also true. I am fit for service, but it is in the smaller details of social life that I suppose I have weaknesses."

The girl chuckled a bit too, and Taurion caught Fin giving him a funny look across the fire. Taurion smiled at Youlielle.

"Do not move," he instructed half-heartedly, but feigning a completely serious demeanor, "I will return."

Youlielle nodded in a serious manner, as if she was being instructed for a secret mission of some variety. Taurion moved over to where Fin sat and sat next to him. On Fin's other side was Aenara.

"What is the matter with you?" Taurion asked. Fin looked at him with surprise, so Taurion continued, "It appeared as though you were ready to feed my head to a wild beast of some variety."

Fin continued to at least feign lack of knowledge at what Taurion was accusing. Taurion shrugged and patted his friend on the shoulder, returning to Youlielle.

"What have I missed?" Taurion asked the girl, who giggled, "Did any wild beasts attack? Well, 'tis of no importance. I assume a proper Lady, such as yourself, was taught in the arts of self-defense. I would bet you are a master at the sword. Aye, I can tell by your brute strength that you are a force not to be trifled with."

Youlielle gave Taurion a look as if she thought he was insane. He laughed and bowed slightly, even while he was sitting.

"Taurion, the Fool, at your service," he said, mocking himself openly. Youlielle laughed again, and Taurion soon began to laugh as well, straightening up so that he was sitting upright once again...

[Saurreg]

Thaurbar observed the scene before him with great amusement. Two wood elves at odds over the affections of a child of men? By all likelihood it was improbable. But there it was, unfolding right before his eyes.

The Atani was obviously pleased that she was the center of attention and was failing miserably to suppress a grin.

Her female elven friend looked irritated.

Findereg as usual, ignored the commotion and continued to stare serenely into the flames.

Interesting people, these wood elves...

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[the real findorfin]

Fin ignored Taurion's taunts, knowing exactly what the elf meant. Well if she wanted him then that was that, but perhaps.....Fin wracked his brain for a story to tell. Surely that would impress either her or Aenara, who was of course as beautiful as she was deadly.

But try as he might, Fin could not think of anything to tell, well nothing that would be suitable for this kind of company. Usually he would have told some ranchy affair, but he was no longer in the kitchens. His next step was to tell a tale of a human exploit but that might cause offence, the last thing he wanted.

As he thought, music piped up from somewhere and an idea formed in his mind.

He sat up, and turned to Aenara, "would you care to dance, dear lady?" Fin hoped she would, she was after all very beautiful.

"Yes," Fin decided, as he waitef for an answer, "Taurion can keep her, Aenara is much better!"

[Susan Delgado]

Fin was watching all this with amusement. To think, it was all over one little Atan! He shook his head at the follies of his kind. If they wanted to fight for her affections, let them; it was no business of his. He rose and stretched. Thaurbar gave him a questioning look, but he only shook his head; he wasn't doing anything noteworthy, just stretching legs tired by a day on horseback. He sighed. He couldn't wait for this mission to be over, so he could return to his comfortable bed and comfortable ruitine and Luinlathomë. He missed her terribly, her and the child that had not been born. Well, wishing wouldn't get him any closer to home; he'd just have to muddle through and hope the mission went quickly.

He went to check the horses. It was a bit farther into the verge of the Forest than was safe, but they'd been restless tonight, agitated. He approached the riding beasts first. They crowded around him, seeking what comfort he could give them. He spoke to them softly for a moment, then began to move on toward the pack beasts. He paused. He'd counted the right number of riding animals, but he'd forgotten about Thaurbar. There should be one more here. He counted again, carfully,in case their milling had thrown off his count, but he had counted correctly. Findorfin's horse was missing. He counted the pack horses, but they were all accounted for. Where would Findorfin's horse have gone? It was an Elvish steed and, though not tied confiningly as the Men would do, it would not have wandered away.

As he approached the campfire, he was suddenly appaled at the amount of noise they were making. This was a dangerous place, didn't they know that? Their clamour would bring everything with ears to investigate. He stood on the other side of the fire, watching them. They ignored him stannding there, they ignored his polite requests for quiet. Finally, he threw a sizable stick onto the blaze, causing sparks to flair, and thatt finally got their attention. They looked up at him, their expressions mixtures of annoyance and curiosity.

"Fin's horse is gone."

"What?!"
"How?"
"What are you talking about?"

"Go look for yourselves. Quietly."

They did, and returned much chastened. They let on that now one of the pack horses was gone too.

"What are we going to do?"

"Move on tonight. In the morning, when there's light and less danger, we'll return and see what we can see."

"No!" Findorfin was enraged. That was his horse that was gone! He'd raised it from when it was born. He wanted to stay and find it tonight. After much debate, the others convinced him that wasn't the right plan of action, but he relented with ill grace.

They moved a mile down the road, kept the horses right in the camp, and posted guards. When they awoke, there were no more horses missing, but the damage was bad enough.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara tried to keep a straight face on her, but inside she was laughing wildly. Two elves all over little Youlielle? Surely not! She looked up for a moment and caught Thaubars eye; he seemed equally incredulous and amused.

"Would you care to dance, lady?" Fins murmered in her ear. She turned, ready to be annoyed, but looked straight into his face. Her arguement died. Oh what the heck, just this once...

"I would love t-"

"Fin's horse is gone."

"What?!"
"How?"
"What are you talking about?"

"Go look for yourselves. Quietly."

Aenara jumped to her feet, away from Fin. It was a spur of the moment thing, she told herself. Nothing in that. She wouldnt REALLY have said yes....surely...

[the real findorfin]

Fin was still grumbling when he woke, and as he ate his breakfast, a shadow was cast over him.

“Where was Gilanor?” Fin’s lose cut deep, for he loved that mare and she him. He felt like crying inside, yet years of charm blocked his emotions to only a shadow of their real selves. However, he refused to talk to anyone and the rest of the group left him alone. Not even the fact that Aenara would have danced with him could console him.

As he rose to see everyone packing their horses for the days ride another question leapt into his mind, how would he ride now, and who with?

And his packs were gone, he had nothing left except the things that he wore, his sword and knives, and his pack of lembas. Fin buried his head in his hands, poor Gilanor!

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[Garen LiLorian]

Derek slammed down the coins, his expression so fierce that the jovial trader in front of him blanched visibly. Reaching out fat, trembling fingers he collected the small pile of assorted metal, and counted them.

"There are 8. It is all you're getting." Derek's voice was flat, expressionless. The man before him rallied, and drew himself up. "Mr. Dondarrion. Market price on Umbarian silk is fif- uh, twenty. Here we are in the back end of nowhere. Do you know how long it has taken me to bring you this stuff? When I think of all the trade I've lost for these silks, I couldn't possibly consider going lower than fifteen. Any less than that, and I won't even be turning a profit!" Derek said nothing, merely collected his coins and turned away from the table. "Wait!" The merchant looked desperate. "For you, I could see... maybe... thirteen. Come on, now. I'm cutting my own throat." Derek allowed himself a tight smile.

He knew very well that no-one else in the vicinity of Laketown was in the market for silk. To tell the truth, he didn't particularly know what he was going to do with it once he got it, but a deal was a deal, and Derek wasn't one to pass up opportunities.

His voice was soft and silky-smooth when he spoke again. "I understand your difficulty. Unfortunately, my employers have only authorized me to spend ten silvers." He shrugged his shoulders, for all the world like a sympathizing friend. "Look. No-one wants your product. The year is too far gone, you'll never make it to another market before the first frost. Cut your losses. I'll buy everything you have for nine goldens. That's more than fair. What am I going to do with Umbarian silk?" He laughed a self-deprecating laugh. "Wear it?"

The trader shrugged. "I can make it to Thranduil's halls before the snows," he said with an air of unconcern, "Derek, my good friend, I'll give them to you for 11. It's the best I can do."

Derek's practised mask slipped at the mention of Thranduil and his Sylvan Elves, and the slightest hint of rage flashed across his features. Those blasted Elves! Where were they? What was taking them so long? Derek knew full well that Elves had no more use for silk than he did, but he couldn't call the man's bluff. Not when he was this close to a sale.

"ten." He snapped, forgoing all semblance of friendship. "Done!" The trader beamed broadly, pleased to have gotten rid of his product in time to be home before the winter. Derek scowled, and whipped his little book out. 'ten goldbacks for one cartload, Umbarian silk. Need buyer. Elves?' he scribbled hastily. "Bring the lot of it by the manor tonight. You'll be paid the rest then," He said briskly, dumping a small pile of gold into the merchant's waiting hand. It wasn't until he was halfway down the row that he allowed himself a smile. It was a good trade, for all concerned. The best kind. "Done! Done!" Malbeth croaked excitedly on his shoulder, hopping from one foot to the other. Deals always excited the bird.

[Manardariel]

Youlielle woke up early, staring around the camp. Everyone seemed to be in a hussle, walking around wildly. What was going on? And then she remebered. Findereg´s voice. Elves rushing over. Fin´s horse- gone.

She opened her eyes properly. Fin was sitting near her, looking totally devasted. She got up.

"Hey, " she said, smiling at him. He didn´t look up.

"Fin! Look, you made me feel better. Now it´s my turn." She sat down next to him. "Believe me, I know how you feel. I know how it feels when something is gone, is totally out of your reach. I know it hurts. But you´ve GOT to go on"

He stared at her. "And how would you know?"

It hit her like a slap in the face. What? He didn´t believe her. He had NO IDEA what she´d been through. Calm, she told herself. Calm. He´s in a horrible state. He doesn´t mean what he´s saying. Calm. She looked at him, still smiling.

"Maybe we´ll find her. You never know... And if not... you still have Aenara..."

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[the real findorfin]

Fin managed a smile.

"Yeh, I suppose, but she just thinks I'm an idiot as well, even after for all the hints I've given her!"

She smiled at him again, "don't be so pesimistic!"

He smiled again, as she chided him.

"Alright, fine, I'm ok now," he said, trying to convince himself more than her. He rose and looked around again.

"Thanks Youlielle," he said and hugged her. "Now all I need is a horse!"

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion crossed over to Findorfin.

"You may try to share mine," he said, dubiously, "Although she is too small for you."

Taurion looked over where his spunky, red chestnut mare was standing. Although she had the spirit of more than one mare, she probably did not have the strength to carry two fully grown Elves. Without waiting for Fin to respond, he went over to check on the little mare. He brought one of the apples he had in his pack and fed it to her.

"We should probably be leaving soon," he said to her, "Are you ready to leave?"

The mare ate the apple thoughtfully and looked at Taurion, as if weighing if leaving soon was an option for her. Taurion rubbed the mare on the little white star on her forehead and waited to see what was going to be done...

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg heard Taurion's words and clapped his hands sharply, getting everyone's attention. "Yes, indeed! It's time we were moving on. If we hurry, we can arrive at Esgarath byt tomorrow afternoon. Findorfin, we can rearrange the packs so you can ride one of the pack horses. Now come one, we've been suitting here feeling sorry for ourselves for far too long." He started toward the pack wain but paused a few steps away. He turned back and glanced over the company. Frowned. "Has anyone seen Elantar?"

They looked around. It seemed no one had seen the guard since bedtime the night before, and no one had heard anything in the middle of the night either. They fanned out into the woods, searching, and soon enough found Elantar. He was crumpled on the ground, dead, his blade by his side covered with a thick black goo. There was a large hairy leg nearby, also covered with goo. A Spider! It could be nothing else. Nervously, the returned to the road, packed up, and moved on. No one wanted to remain in the vicinity of a Giant Spider.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara, already mounted on her tall, rather magnificent mare, saw Taurions offer. She also looked rather worriedly at his little mare. Fin followed her gaze, then looked at her beseechingly. Aenara rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Come on then; get on." She said grudgingly, but not too grudgingly. Fin smiled at her and mounted behind her- she insisted on being in front.

"Taurion, Youlielle can share with you; I think your horse will be able to take you and a girl so slight." Aenara called to Taurion. The elfs eyes widened then he smiled at Youlielle, who, after a pause, smiled back. Aenara rolled her eyes again then almost jumped as she felt Fins hands on her waist.

"Hey!"
"Sorry, sorry." He didnt sound it; she couldnt see the elf behind her but she could hear his grin in his voice.

Eyeing the sinister leg lying across the road, the group set off.

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg observed the arrangement of riders with annoyance. Had they no care for the poor beasts? And weren't they even listening to him?

"No, Fin will ride on a pack horse, like I said. It's too hard on the animals to ride double."

Grumblingly, Findorfin descended from Aenara's horse and helped Findereg rearrange the baggage until one of the pack horses was free. He mounted, and they set off again.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion could feel that Youlielle did not hinder his little mare, so he spoke up, telling this to Findereg.

"We should not waste another pack horse just for Youlielle," Taurion said, "She is fairly light, so Carnil should be able to take her as well as me."

"Carnil?" Findereg looked at Taurion questioningly.

"That is her name," Taurion said, pointing to the mare. He had only just named her this on the road, as he had only recently come into possession of this mare. He patted Carnil, deciding that this name was a fairly good one. Naming the horse after the Red Star fit will with the horse's fiery little attitude, along with the little white star on her head.

Findereg sighed and gave in, "All right, then, Youlielle can ride with you."

Taurion smiled to himself, and patted Carnil, who playfully tossed her head, and motioned that she wanted to set off again.

"I think we should listen to her," Taurion said to the others, urging Carnil forward. The group set off again, once again bound for what once was a fairly simple-sounding quest to Taurion, for wine...

[the real findorfin]

Fin grumbled to himself as they rode, this pack 'thing' was nothing like Gilanor in grace or balance. But it wasn't his fault, he probably didnt want a moody elf sat on his back either.

"Sorry," he murmured, and the horse snorted in approval.

Fin looked across at Taurion and scowled. How come he got to sit with the girl of his dreams, just because Youlielle was slightly lighter than he was, unfair, unfair!

He laughed to himself, he was acting so childlike. He could talk to Aenara later. Right now they had continue and perhaps they would find Gilanor, but Fin felt as if he knew what had happened to his mare already.

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[VanimaEdhel]

They continued on, nearly in silence. Taurion felt Youlielle's arms around his waist, clinging almost as if the girl expected the horse to bolt at any moment. She had been through a lot, Taurion thought to himself, and it would probably be best not to make mention of it at this point in time.

"How are you doing?" Taurion shouted over to Findorfin, who only have him a fairly evil, malicious expression as a reply. Taurion laughed and clucked to Carnil a bit, and she moved up ahead of Findorfin. Taurion did not want to mock Findorfin's situation too much, and he feared that, if he stayed near to the poor Elf, he may begin to continue in his mockery...

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[Saurreg]

Thaurbar rode along side Findereg in brooding silence. The morning's grisly find disturbed him and he mourned the death of the young elf. Close inspection of the corpse yielded clues that there was a struggle: the young Nandor did not go down without a fight.

Thaurbar was also appalled by the indifferent behaviour of the other wood elves. One of their kidsman had come to a tragic end and yet only Findereg seemed remorseful and kept to himself, the rest simply behaved as though nothing had happened and they never knew the an elf called Elantar ever existed. Had they no sense of decency?

Thaurbar looked at Findereg and offered his condolences

"Findereg of Mirkwood. I grieve for your loss. May the feä of our friend find his way safely to the Halls of Mandos and enjoy eternal bliss."

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[Susan Delgado]

Findereg was so buried in his own thoughts that he did not at first hear the Imladrian speaking. When he did, he looked around, catching sight of the others' Mannish bickering behind them and grimacing. Certainly the death of one of their fellows should have more of an effect on them!

"Thank you, Thaurbar. He perished in our defense, and such a noble deed should not go unrewarded." He pulled out his wine bag and offered it to his companion. "Let us drink to his honor and his eternal life in the Undying Lands. Namarie, friend Elantar."

"Namarie," Thaurbar echoed, and they drank.

As they raised their drinks to their lips, the light suddenly brightened and the trees thinned. From here, it was only a few hours' ride to Esgarath. As the travellers passed the last tree of the Mirkwood and entered the plains, a warm breeze blew and brought along the sweet invigorating scent of trees and flowers. It was as though the forest was bidding them farewell in its own special way. Findereg and Thaurbar were riding ahead of the train and there was quite a distant between them and the next rider. The Sindar thought for a moment and brought up something else that had been bothering him.

"Friend Findereg, the reason for my discourse with the Atani was that I found it confounding that she would had encountered orcs and survived. From my experience, that has never been the case,"

Findereg listened intently and beckoned Thaurbar to continue.

"The orcs that attacked her turned south some fifteen miles ahead of the direction we are facing, and they were accompanied by horse riders. It is my conclusion that the child's life was spared by the grace of these riders whom I believe hold sway over the will of the orcs. For what reason I cannot say."

Findereg's brows knitted and he replied in a grave tone, "Your deductions are dark, rider from Imladris. Who do you think were these companions of orcs?"

"Easterlings ride not into these regions, Findereg. And no orc would obey them no matter what. I detect no aura of evil from the tracks so it cannot be the Nine. So I can only guess that they were Morn-Dúnedain."

"The Edain you speak of are formidable," Replied Findereg, "Their skills in sword and tracking are comparable even to yours. But their numbers have dwindled much after the Black Years. The enemy would not employ their services so openly."

"Which brings us to the reason why I am here: Findereg of Mirkwood, the White Council believes that the enemy has returned. Every day he gathers his power and strength. The presence of the Morn-Dúnedain is but a speck in the scheme he now weaves. I have told you what I can, will you now tell me what you know?"

Findereg considered for a moment. "I know relatively little about the world outside Thranduil's wine-cellar. I have sensed, as every Wood-Elf has, the darkness rising in the South, but I have not been privy to Thranduil's private councils. Personally, however, I believe you are right. There is nothing that causes such darkness as is now descending on the Greenwod as the Dark Lord himself. We know he was not utterly vanquished; only hidden until he regained enough strength to rise once more to power. I have discussed it with Luinlathome, my wife, and she feels the same. It will soon no longer be safe to make these journeys to Esgarath."

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion grew uncharacteristically somber as they left Mirkwood. Although Mirkwood was perilous, he always felt a false sense of security under the trees. Now that they were out in the open, he felt particularly unprotected.

The stern nature of Findereg's conversation with Thaurbar, though he could not hear it, was obviously not a light exchange. Taurion saw the faces both held as they spoke, though he was farther back. He wondered what new dangers could be found in this land since last he ventured out from under the leaves of Mirkwood.

Absorbed in thought, Taurion nearly forgot all about Youlielle sitting right behind him. Taurion had the thought to approach the leaders in the hopes of seeing what they were discussing. When he urged Carnil forward, however, he was suddenly reminded of Youlielle when she clenched his stomach a little tighter and gave a little jerk of surprise. Taurion quickly slowed Carnil down again. He had obviously not been the only one in his own world. Youlielle had not been paying much attention to Carnil's motion either.

"I apologize, my lady," Taurion said over his shoulder.

"It is no trouble, Lord," came Youlielle's reply, "If you wish to move up, you may."

"I believe that we should stay where we are," Taurion said.

Although it was not apparent by his nature, Taurion believed strongly in signs. This little mishap, he believed, was a sign that he should not overstep his bounds or he could lose more than just his life.

They rode on, Taurion still feeling a bit apprehensive...

[Manardariel]

Youlielle had been dreaming for guite awhile, watching the colors of the wood, the cool morning air and the mysterious sounds flow over her. She felt perfectly safe, like a child who had nothing to fear in its mothers arms. She drew a deep breath, stretcing out. In front, she noticed Taurion quiver slightly. He seemed tense, like most of the company. Youlielle longed to ask some questions, longed to understand. But something held her back. Could she ask an elf, wiser then most she had ever known; question him like a child? Before she could think anymore, her tounge gave her away.

"Master Taurion.... what do you think attaked Elantar and Fin´s horse?"
Immediatly, she blushed. What had she been thinking, just spitting out the question like that? She sounded like an inqusitive -and annoying- six-year old!

To her suprise, Taurion turned around, looking totally honest, like one willing to start a conversation.

"I don´t know, lady. And I don´t think I want to imagine."

Youlielle nodded. It was obviously the best answer she could get... but something stirred in her.

"I don´t want to imagine..." she wondered what he could have meant. In her childhood, she had heard tales about monstrous beasts in the forest.... two-headded wolves, a deadly mixture between cat and spider, the works. She had never thought there might be real monsters out there. And now, a fear crept over her. Even though she knew the elves were safe, she felt a warning. And Youlielle started to be whatchful.

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[the real findorfin]

"Well that's it," thought Fin regrettfully, "theres no chance of finding Gilanor now."

He mumbled a farewell in elvish before looking forward and out into the open world. The wide open spaces before him seemed strange after the inclosed spaces of Mirkwood. He felt somewhat uncomfortable, as if he would fall off and go hurtling into the sky.
He realised he was at the rear of the column and, not wanting to be left behind, nudged his horse forward. The pack horse responded well and Fin hoped that they would continue to get along well.

"Perhaps I should name you," he thought, "perhaps Gilanor II, or maybe Rogil, yes Rogil would be good."

The horse tossed its head in agreement and moved forward under Fin's command. He pulled level with Findereg and noticed the glum expressions on his and the Imladran's faces. He to shared thier hurt, but me mourned first for his friend Gilanor and nothing would change that. Findereg didn't understand that by joking, he was letting his emotions out in a postive way.

"So friend Findereg, how far to Esgaroth?"

"A mere few hours," was the reply.

"Excellent, soon we will see what Esgaroth has to offer." With this Fin let Rogil fall back a little and merged back into the column.

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[Saurreg]

As the company passed the last tree of the the Mirkwood and surveyed the wide open meadows before them, an unnaturally cold wind blew and sent shivers through everyone's bones. A portend of things to come?

Thaurbar turned and addressed the rest of the travellers,

"You have now left the safe confines of the Mirkwood. This is open country and threats are aplenty. In order to avoid getting unwanted attention, we must travel stealthily. I implore everyone to refrain from casual banther and singing from now on,"

The rest of the elves looked gloomily at Thaurbar and nodded in silent concurrence.

Turning to Findereg, the sindar continued,

"Findereg, stealth is the course we must take, but speed also. There is an old abandoned stronghold of men halfway between the Mirkwood and Laketown, I suggest we do not stop travelling until we reach there."

[ February 12, 2003: Message edited by: Saurreg ]

[Susan Delgado]

Findereg shook his head. "It is morning yet. If we travel swiftly, I believe we can reach Laketown by nightfall. Perhaps we may stop at yuor outpost for a midday meal, but not for longer than one turning of the glass."

Thaurbaur nodded and gestured to the others. "Come, we must move quickly."

He and Findereg urged their horses into a canter and the others followed suit, with due consideration for the loaded pack animals. Findereg listened, but did not hear the grumbling he'd half-expected.

They reached the outpost just after midday, stopped for a brief rest, and continued on. Just as the light was fading from the sky, they saw the glint of the last sunlight on water. Eschewing cautioun for the nonce, they broke into cheers and urged their tired beasts as fast as they could go. Soon, they were happily ensconced in the one Inn Esgarath boasted, tired but successful. Tomorrow they would meet the Trader.

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[Manardariel]

Esgaroth. As soon as they entered the city, Youlielle smelled the sharp and delicious smell that filled the city. The smell of HOME. Suddenly, strongly, a longing filled her. Why couldn´t she stay here, live a normal life. She belonged here. In this livley city, with its quiet corners, the bustling market, and the lake. She felt tears sting her eyes, felt herself drown in childhood memories. A sweet smell caught her nose. Honey figs, a snack she had grown up with. And then, one memory made its way in her brain.

In front of her eyes, she saw a big, bearded man. Saw the belt in his hand. Smelled the disgusting odoor of ale. Heared her own terrified cries. Her sisters agoniezed yelps as she broke down under the beatings.

Youlielle felt sick. She felt her the few food she had eaten make his way up again. She forced it down. Luckily it worked. And with an instant, she knew, she would leave Lake Town again. This was a chapter in her history she was done with.

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion looked around at the human establishment. These towns were so very different from Mirkwood, it nearly surprised him each time he made his way into one. This town, it seemed, was particularly bustling.

"Where are we going?" Taurion asked.

"To the Inn to start," Findereg said, "Then we shall attend to business."

Taurion nodded, somewhat relieved that the journey was most likely more than half over. Soon they would return to Mirkwood and he would most likely go patrolling again after that. But what was to become of Youlielle? Most likely she would stay here, her home, and be fine. Taurion hoped that was her fate, in any case...

[Garen LiLorian]

The young apprentice stood nervously in the doorway, waiting to see what the mercurial temper of his master held in store in the same way a small bird might watch the rustling of leaves only a few feet away; He didn't know what was going to happen, but was pretty sure it wouldn't benefit him. Derek stood up from where he had been finishing Rhiannon's abandoned notation (where was that blasted woman?) and squinted in the glow of twilight that invaded his dark chamber.

"What?" He snapped. He was in a foul mood, no new occurance. Rhiannon had vanished and the reports of various apprentices had been less than encouraging. He had suffered a loss on the day, even with the purchase of the Umbarian silks, and nothing put him out of joint like losing money. And those blasted Elves still were nowhere in sight!

The boy stammered. "Your excellence, the Elves have arrived." He got out at last, and Derek's face lit up, a sight the boy wouldn't soon see again.

"Wonderful!" He cackled in glee, rubbing his hands together. "Well, don't just sit there, show them in!"

The boy made a little eep noise. "Uh, sir. They are, uh. Not here."

"What do you mean not here, boy? Didn't you just say they'd arrived?" As quickly as it had arrived, the man's good humor vanished, and his face fell once again into its accustomed scowl. "Well, don't just stand there, lackwit, tell me."

"Um. Your excellence, Mr. Findereg begs your leave, but he is tired from having ridden all day, and will attend you at your earliest convenience tomorrow." Actually, the Elf had made no such arrangement, but they boy felt it would be safer to lie now than be caught in one of his master's fully fledged tantrums. And, he considered, the Elf surely would be planning to meet with Mr. Dondarrion in the morning, so no harm was done.

Derek dismissed the boy with a wave of one hand. Truth be told, he was just as pleased to know ahead of time. So much to do, so much to do. Derek turned the affair over in his mind, trying to find some way to make the advantage his.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara dismounted from her horse and gritted her teeth as her feet hit the solid ground. She kicked her legs out a few times, trying to revive some feeling there and stretched her shoulders back. It felt good to be able to properly stretch after days riding, something that didnt bother Aenara, but still.

The elf looked around, breathing in, taking in the sight and smell of Esgaroth and smiled despite herself. Although she still resented being on this mere trading venture, it had been long since she had last visited the Laketown. The crowds bustled by the elves, the gossip and banters of the folk filling the air, the quick paced lives of the humans flowing around her. Their lives seemed so short and fast...

She led her horse forward, following Fineregs lead towards an Inn, but caught sight of Youlielle. The girls eyes seemed glazed over, as if she was remembering something both precious and painful, before she caught Aenara's eyes. She looked away immediately, but not before the elfguard saw the tears in her eyes. Aenara frowned, wondering what would happen to Youlielle. She had run away from her last home, and from the little she had told the elf, she had run from this one as well. Aenara resolved to talk to her, and to Findereg, about this when they got into the inn.

[Manardariel]

There had to be a way to get this hair combed! Fouriously, Youlielle dragged the comb through her wet hair. One after another, her hair seperated. After almost half an hout of pulling and tugging, she was done. To avoid another mess, she braided them tightly to her head. Stretching out on the bed in the Innroom she and Aenara shared, she rested abit, when she heard noises. A mingle of rustled noises... she thought to identify Aenara, Findereg and Fin. Well, what was none of her buisiness, she guessed. How wrong she was......

[ February 19, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion remained quietly in the room in which he was to stay in the Inn. He heard noise coming from outside the room. His thoughts strayed to the girl, Youlielle. She was merely in the other room. Taurion considered visiting her, but nay, he should not. It would be deemed improper for him to visit her, he thought, so he should remain where he was.

Taurion forced himself to stop thinking about the girl and he went about brushing his hair, much as the girl was actually doing in her room, except that Taurion's hair brushed fairly easily and was dry.

Finally, he could take the silence no longer. Taurion decided to exit and see what the commotion outside was about...

[the real findorfin]

"Damn it Findereg!" Fin cried, "it should be up to her!"

"She should be with her kind," Findereg replied calmly.

"But perhaps she does not want to be here?" Aenara questionned, remembering the girl's look earlier.

The three were stood in the corridor arguing over the plight of Youlielle. It had all started when Fin had innocently asked, I wonder what Youlielle will do now?

This had sparked an argument between the three and Fin was quickly becoming heated. He could not see why Findereg thought she should stay in this damn town. She should be allowed to go where she wanted, even to Mirkwood?

Taurion opened his door and looked out, "what's going on?"

"Ahh, Taurion you will see my point," Fin cried, "come here my friend."

He pulled Taurion into the corridor and began to explain the situation.

"Do you not agree, my friend?" Fin asked when he hads finished.

[VanimaEdhel]

"I think," Taurion said, thinking quickly, "That we should ask the girl what she fancies to do with the rest of her life."

He looked at the faces around him. Most of them had surprised expressions at Taurion's comment, sure that he was going to favor Youlielle's return with the Elves. Taurion went on to explain that he thought that the best thing for Youlielle would be to ask her opinion, while telling her what would befall her once back with Lord Thranduil. Taurion, of course, was going to enhance the best parts, however, he thought, but he kept this to himself.

Taurion arose and said, "Whatever you decide, I am going to ask the young maiden's opinion now."

Just as he was about to go to Youlielle, she came out of her room, looking around.

"I heard raised voices," she said, "What happened?"

Taurion escorted Youlielle back to her room, explaining that they were wondering what Youlielle would like to do, whether it be stay here or return with the Elves, or whether she had an alternate idea that none of them had thought of. Taurion said that they were deciding the best way to ask the girl while giving her all the facts. He told her of the wonders of Mirkwood in the different seasons and its beauty, and how she could come live there, if it so pleased her. The Elf continued to say a lot of things, trying to bring Mirkwood up past where it was already on a pedestal in the girl's mind, it seemed.

Finally, after speaking of all the wonders of Mirkwood, Taurion turned to Youlielle.

"Now, I ask you, because I believe that you can make your own decisions about you life, where do you want to life?" Taurion asked, hoping that she would want to return with the group.

He quietly awaited an answer...

[Manardariel]

For a moment, Youlielle was shaken, disbelieving. What was happening here? They were discussing her fate, without even asking her? Exept for Taurion, of course. He had asked her! He had asked her what she preffered. She smiled at him shyly, biting her lip.

Suddenly, a fight began inside her head.
"You can´t go with them! They´re elves, you don´t even know what might happen. What if they all turn out to be like that horrible Thaurbar? What if they all hate you? What if they send you away, send you HERE? What if..."

Youlielle shook her head. She didn´t care, what might happen. She knew what WOULD happen. She would come with them. She would stay with the elves. She, who had always adored them, who had spend ages of her childhood peeking around corners to see one. She would live with them. She would see Fin and Aenara´s wedding. She would learn elvish. She would grow up in Tharanduil´s palace. She would live among those who had saved her. Who suddenly meant the world to her.

She took a deep breath, then looked up at Taurion.

"Are you serious? I can stay with you? Really?"

He nodded. "Really Really. So? What´s your choice?"

She grinned, her eyes filling with tears at the same time. "Do you have to ask? Of course I´m staying with you!"

She almost yelled it. It was like a dream had come true. It was like the sun had just set after years of clouds. Pure happiness fllooded through Youlielle´s body, and a single word slipped out of her mouth.

"YIPPEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

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[the real findorfin]

"Well, finally that is sorted out," Fin commented happily. "Now, Aenara, would you like to come for a drink?" He slowly slipped his arm around the elvish guard.

Aenara's face flashed so many emotions in a second before Findereg put an end to any plans Fin might have had.

"I think we should all get some sleep now! We have to trade in the morning and the journey has been long and hard."

"of course, Findereg," Aenara agreed.

"Ummmmm, of course," Fin complied, his smile disappearing. "Well, goodnite my darling." He gave Aenara a peck on the check and, with a dramatic swivel on his heel, paced down the corridor and into his room.

[ March 07, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Now, Aenara, would you like to come for a drink?"

Aenaras eyes widened and she restrained a gasp. The old outrage, and the intolerance of Fin sped to her mind, but over riding that there was one answer...yes, yes, yes...!

She opened her mouth, but Findereg got there first. "I think we should all get some sleep now! We have to trade in the morning and the journey has been long and hard."

Aenara fought to control a blush threatening to rise to her face. Damn! Aloud, she replied, "Of course, Findereg."

"Ummmmm, of course," Findorfin was not so succesful in controlling his embarrassment in the face of the disapproving Findereg, and his cheeks burnt red. Wow, Fin embarrassed, thats not something you see often...

But the charming courtier recovered his grace and his usual self. "Well, goodnight my darling." He gave her a light peck on the cheek. Aenara could only stare after him as he turned down the corridor out of sight. She couldnt look Findereg in the eye. "Yes, I should, umm, be getting to bed, erm, now..." She stammered before bidding them all a swift goodnight and leaving fast.

Youlielle was behind her though and ran up beside her. "I sense romance!" She cried gleefully, a big grin on her face. Aenara glared at her sternly, then couldnt help smiling, as a mixture of Fin and of seeing the girl smile, the worry lines on her face gone. She didnt reply though, just beamed back, not knowing what to say as they both got to the room they were sharing, but Aenara couldnt get to sleep for a while, just lay there smiling foolishly until she gently drifted into the realms of sleep.

[the real findorfin]

As he closed the door, he clasped his head in his hands. It was all he could do not to smash something, most unelf-like.

Damn that Findereg!

He lay down on his bed and tried to relax, but questions kept running through his mind.

Did she like the kiss? Would she have come with me?

After at least an hour of tossing and turning, he rose and quietly opened the door. He moved down the passageway to Aenara and Youlielle's door and tapped gently.

What would he say? What would she say?

He waited and even knocked again, but no response was forthcoming. He eventually gave up and returned to his room, where he spent a restless night.

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[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion returned and had an ale at the bar, smiling merrily. Youlielle would be returning with them. This was good news, indeed. However, a certain sombre feeling fell over him. He was beginning to feel a definite protective nature regarding Youlielle. What if someone tried to hurt her? Well, Taurion would protect her. It was also probably somewhat his doing that she was going to return. If he had voted for her remaining here, she would probably be safer. But, then again, he did not know what her life was like here. There seemed to be a definite fear of the area that he could sense in Youlielle. Maybe Taurion had hoped for what was best for Youlielle after all...

Taurion looked over and saw Youlielle with the others. He smiled to himself and ordered another drink. After he had finished his ale, he got up and silently snuck back to his room. He began to fletch more arrows, hoping that the trip home (with Youlielle) would be a safe one, for both his sanity and her life.

[Manardariel]

The next morning, Youlielle was shaken awake by an anxious Anenara.

"We´re going trading!"The elf announced. Youlielle noticed she had changed from her travelling clothes into a finer, long gown.

"Am I coming with you guys?," she inquired, getting up. "And what´s that fancy new look for? For the traders?", she added amused. "Is there a slight possibility that one of the `traders´ is called Fin?". Blushing, Aenara stuck her tounge out at her.

"Yes, you´re coming with us," she said. "And no stupid comments, please."

"No fear", Youlielle reasurred her. "I´ll keep my tounge behing my teeth." She too got dressed, and the two left the room.

Fin, Taurion and Findereg were already waiting for them. Taurion seemed in a good mood, but Fin was looking dark and moody, and extremly tired. She bit her tounge, trying not to giggle. "Wonder why he didn´t sleep," she wispered to Aenara. "Probably loaning for you." Aeanara shot her a mudrous look. "Sorry", she said.

"So," Findereg said. "We´ll be off, right?"
"Right," they agreed and left the Inn.

[the real findorfin]

The group of traders left the inn and followed Findereg, who seemed to know where he was headed. Fin wandered along by himself, Aenara and Youlielle far behind at the rear with Taurion. For once Fin was unsure what to do about the situation. well no time to think about that now, we have business.

He swept it from his mind and moved forward to catch up Findereg.
"So, Findereg, who will we be dealing with?" he began, trying to get a picture of the situation they would be in.
"A man called Derek, I believe, yes thats right," Findereg replied.
"I see," Fin nodded.

He looked around, inwardly smiling at the townsfolk who were starring at the procession of elves. Fin puffed out his chest and tried to look a grogeous as ever...then remembered Aenara and deflated somewhat. Thats never happened before!

After many minutes they reached what seemed to be the trading district and came to a stop in front of a large white-washed building. Findereg entered first and the others followed. Inside was a large wooden desk and sat at it was a women, furiously a scribbling notes.
As they entered she looked up and almost dropped her quill. She rose hastily and moved around to greet Findereg, extending her arm. For a second Findereg looked at a loss for the gesture was uncommon amongst elves, but Fin took control and shook her hand warmly.

"Hello, my good lady, could you tell us where the tradesman Derek is?"

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion followed the others, matching his stride with that of Youlielle. She was smiling too, but remained fairly quiet. He could sense that she had dreadful memories from this place. Taurion debated whether to converse with her, but decided that it would be better not to question her about her past until she offered her life up in tale of her own free will.

They moved through the merry, bustling streets, Taurion looking around as they moved. He had seen such scenes before, so he was not particularly taken aback by the sights, but they impressed him every time, nonetheless.

They made their way to the wine vender and Taurion moved towards the side protectively, prepared to defend anyone if need be. Sometimes negotiations in the area got out of hand, and Taurion never trusted Humans much to begin with...

[the real findorfin]

"Of course," Rhiannon answered to the elf staring at her. She immedaitely turned and almost ran down the passageway to Derek's office. She knocked wuickly on the door.
"What is it?" came the voice of Derek.
"The elves are here...now."
Seconds later Derek opened the door and was down the corridor before Rhiannon could say another word.

Fin stood and waited whilst the human female scurried down the passageway. "Well, lets get this done and we can make our way home tommorrow," he said to no one in particular.

Derek strode around the corner and greeted his trading partners warmly, "welcome my friends, welcome." he continued smoothly, not wasting time to breath. "Rhiannon, get a waiting room sorted for our guests. If the traders amongst you would like to follow me."

The Elven group split, the guards and Youlielle following Rhiannon into a room nearby. Findereg, Fin and the other traders followed Derek.

"I see you like to get to business," Findereg commented, as they paced quickly down the corridor.

"Well, there is no harm in getting things under way," came the reply.

They followed Derek, and he took them through a door which led outside, behind the offices. He led them through a stone courtyard and into a large warehouse.

"Let us begin then," Fin cried, as he entered and spotted the warehouse's contents. Huge casks of wine and ale.

[Garen LiLorian]

"A wise man, to have his priorities straight." Smarmed Derek, stifling his momentary flash of annoyance at seeing this new and unexpected Elf. "Ahem. Now then," he sat down at his large volumnious desk, and gestured at the slightly too-small chairs in front, "please, sit down and we can conduct some business."

There was no denying it, Derek was a petty and mean spirited man. The Elves sat uncomfortably on the small, hard stools he had provided, looking up (as they were forced to do) at the tradesman sitting in his high chair behind his large desk. Derek smiled at the situation, then cracked his knuckles and leaned forward. "So... What have you got for me?" It promised to be a good day.

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion watched the tension around him as the trading commenced. The talk of money and payment that passed between Fin, obviously the trading expert, and this man was unbelievably fast. The two seemed to nearly be trying to out-talk the other. It was as if the one was trying to con the other, but as both seemed to be equally as slippery in personality when it came to trading, they seemed about evenly matched.

In fifteen minutes, however, the discussions came to a halt. It had seemed that the palace had made certain arrangements with this trader, however the man seemed to deny all promises Fin claimed he had made. The two argued over prices, promises, and, ultimately, pride, in their discussions of business.

As Taurion saw the conversation get more heated, he inched his hand towards his bow, ready to strike if the need arose.

The conversation appeared to escalate to full heat of argument. Taurion listened to the loud talk of the Man and the Elf, the latter of which was showing a side that Taurion had never seen from his jovial friend. Tension mounted as the others got uneasy, as the trader seemed unrelenting in his prices for his precious wine and ale.

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[the real findorfin]

"Done!" cried Fin. It had taken a long time but he had got the prices down sufficiently, and suceeded in obtaining Wine, Ales, Dyes and leather. On the other hand, Derek had managed to get a large sum of jewellry, several bows and some elven arrows. A good deal in all.

"I will make the preparations at once and I shall see you here tomorrow morning for the trade," Derek said, signing the contract on the table.
"As we are not exchanging goods at once, it would seem wise to make this," he explained, handing the parchment over.

"Of course," Fin agreed, reading the document carefully. When he was satisfied, he took the quill and signed his name.
"Tomorrow it is then," he said and, shaking the hand of Derek, walked out of the room, followed by the other elves.

As they entered the Waiting Room the other elves rose and Fin explained that the deal had been made. As the elves left the trading establishment and made for their inn, Fin's thoughts turned from trading to Aenara, what should he do?

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara was waiting outside for Fin when he came out. She had done some trading of her own that day, trading with some of the women of the town with jewellery made by the servants in the palace in their spare time. Not a past time the elf guard herself particularly participated in, but she was pleased that she had been able to haggle with the women amiably, and it was satisfying to see the human women marvelling over the elegant carving of the beads and bands, perfected over the ages by the Mirkwood elves. The spirit in this place was not the calm elegance and quiet splendour of the palace of Mirkwood or Imladris, but it had its own life, bright and loud, wanting to tell everyone it was there. The indomitable nature of the place could be seen everywhere and made Aenara smile. Maybe the elves could even yet learn from the race of man.

As Fin came out of the door, Aenara jabbed him under the ribs, making the cocky elf jump, a trick she herself had learned from Youlielle. She grinned as he turned, then checked herself. Was the spirit of the laketown getting to her? Where was the sober, solemn Aenara? As Fin smiled back at her though, her minds protests were knocked aside. She slipped her hand through the crook of his elbow.

"Good day?"

Fin sighed loudly and melodramatically, throwing a hand to his forehead. "Oh well, you know, I may survive. With the help of a beautiful elven guard, I think-" he grinned slyly. Aenara arched an eyebrow, but smiled back.

"Come on, we'd better get back to the inn."

"Aye. Come on, my dear, lets go."

As they set of into the crowds, Aenaras mind was filled with those two words. my dear, he said my dear! She couldnt remember feeling like this and wondered at the same time where the annoying and presumptuous Findorfin had gone. Probably the same place as the stern Aenara. In that place, they would no doubt fight forever more, but in this place...in this place, Aenara walked through the crowds, her arm hooked into Fins, and she was truly happy.

[the real findorfin]

Fin lay in his bed happily looking up at the ceiling. Aenara had actually let down her guard, and let him in. Since their departure from the Tradding Building she had changed and they had been locked together for most of the night. It was now well past midnight and they had only just separated.

They had stayed out well into the darkness, the stars shining brightly and the moon looking down lovingly on them. They had walked and talked, telling each other their feelings. They had found a calm park in the builtup town and lay their for many hours, gazing into the night sky. There they had kissed and he had held her in his arms.

He rolled over and closed his eyes, it was time to sleep, for he had to be ready to complete the trading tomorrow.
He sighed happily and drifted off into sleep, wondering if she was sleeping yet?

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion lay, at that moment, alone in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts strayed back home, to his family and friends, and he grew very lonely. He got up and opened the window, leaning out.

The stars twinkled above as Taurion took a deep breath of the night air. He looked out over the town and up at the moon.

Taurion looked around the room, then leaned out the window again. He grew restless, so he walked around his room a bit. Aenara and Fin had gone out early, so Fin would not be around. The others were asleep.

Taurion finally sighed and made his way to the door. It made an amazingly loud-sounding creaking noise as he opened it into the hall. Only muffled sounds of celebration could be heard from the Inn.

Taurion creeped over to the room next door and knocked.

"Youlielle, are you awake?" he whispered quietly to the door. He stood and waited to see if she would answer, as he just needed someone to talk to...

[Manardariel]

"Youlielle are you awake?"

"Now I am," Youlielle grumbleled, getting up. She had just fallen asleep, when the knock on the door had reawoken her. She crept to the door, and opened. There was Taurion.

He was just standing thre, smiling at her. His intenese, elven eyes were graver than usual, a distant air of melacholy seemed to be around him. It was only now, that she noticed how foolish she looked. Her hair was untidy, she was blinking to see properly, and her nightshirt (Aenara´s, really), was far too big.

"Uh, hi." she finally said.

"Hey," Taurion replied. "I was sort of wondering if you would, maybe, want to talk or something... uh, did I wake you up?"

"As a matter of fact, you did." Youlielle said in mock indignance. "But, now that I´m awake, we might as well talk. Come in, Master Elf, come in." She mooved away from the door, and quickly crept back into bed. It was cold, and the less he saw of her, the better.

"Well then," she said "Talk away!"

He blushed. One could totally tell he wasn´t entirely comfortable, sitting here. Youlielle decided to help him, everything else would have been plain unfair.
"Say, do you have any idea where Fin and Aenara have dissapeared to?" she asked.

He denied it, but then remaind silent. An heavy sort of silence followed. Youlielle waited for him to say somethig but he didn´t. What was this about? She suddenly felt shy and no at all like saying what she wanted to say. As a matter of fact, what did she want to say? She didn´t know, and she felt that Taurion didn´t either. They looked at each other, but neither said a word.

[VanimaEdhel]

Taurion looked out the window. This was not going well. They seemed to have so much to talk about before. Maybe one of the others was awake. Then again, waking one member of the company was enough, he thought. He did not want more than one grumpy friend in the morning.

He looked at Youlielle's slightly disheveled appearance and smiled. Before he could stop himself, he chuckled a bit, shattering the awkward silence.

"What?" said Youlielle, looking up from where she was looking down at the bed.

"Your hair," Taurion said, touching the messy tangles.

"What's wrong with them?" Youlielle said, in a somewhat offended tone. This just made Taurion chuckle a bit louder. Seeing Youlielle's face, though, he quieted himself.

"Nothing," Taurion said, once he regained his composure, "You just look...how do I describe it? I do not mean it in offense, dear Lady, do not mistake my chuckles for that. You just look...cute...like that."

Youlielle smiled brightly, "Really?" Taurion laughed and nodded.

"So, what do you propose you are going to do once you get back to the palace with us?" Taurion asked Youlielle.

"I-I do not know," Youlielle said, "What do you think I should do."

Taurion thought. There was not much Youlielle would be able to do, probably. She could get work as a servant, or she could even attempt to become a shieldmaiden if she proved herself with weapons.

"I do not know. We shall see when you arrive," Taurion said.

He smiled at the girl, hoping she would find a nice life in Mirkwood. He vowed to try to make that desire come true, and to try to make Youlielle's life as enjoyable as possible, as she, unlike him, did not have all eternity to enjoy her life...

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara leant against the pack horse's side, making sure everything was in place. She gave one of the straps holding a bag in place a final tug before stepping back. The horse regarded her through dark, heavily eyelashed eyes, everything about its long face telling her it was not impressed with the entire set up. The elf laughed and stroked the moody pony's nose, and felt in her pockets, coming up with some pellets she had placed there for this very purpose. The horse forgot its misgivings and munched on the pellets, apparently deciding that, alright, it supposed it could put up for this, but only if there were more pellets. Aenara smiled, continuing to stroke its nose with her free hand.

"Ready to go, Aenara?"

Aenara turned her head at the sound of Finderereg's voice. She let the pony finish off the pellets and turned to face the other elf. "Yes indeed, Findereg. Ive secured everything in place on the horses, and I think everyones ready to go, once we've- what?" Findereg's expression made her stop. "What?" She inquired suspiciously. Fin simply beamed at her, then shook his head.

"Never mind, Aenara, dear. Im just pleased for you and Fin, thats all."

Aenara felt her cheeks grow hot but she couldnt help the smile that crept onto her face, and she was soon beaming as widely as Findereg. "Thankyou Fin."

"My pleasure. Anyway, are they all coming? We should be going, we are expected back at the palace."

"Yes, yes, we're here, Findereg. Dont worry." Fin rolled his eyes, an expression of fake annoyance on his face as he approached. Aenara smiled at him as he approached and reached out her hand to squeeze his lightly. The rest of the group came also. Taurion and Youlielle were close behind, Taurion with his arm around the girl, and both beaming as happily as Fin and Aenara. Now it was Findereg's turn to roll his eyes. "Honestly!"

Aenara swung onto her own horse, making sure the packs on her saddle were secure; the little ponies alone had not been enough to carry all of the goods, and besides, Findorfin still hadnt regained his horse. He sat with the look of a man who knows he looks a fool and knows everyone else knows it as well, an air of hurt dignity surrounding him. They hadnt had time to attain a new horse for him, so he had no choice but to ride one of the pack ponies or walk. The pony was looking equally unimpressed with matters.

Aenara looked around the crowded square outside the Prancing Pony once more. Quite a group had come to see them off, along with Derek, the trader with whom them had done quite satisfactory business. The old man had a smug little grin on his face and men behind him were packing the goods he had attained into bags and onto a wagon; no doubt he would go on and sell most of it on again. The elvsih traders had done good business with the man, both parties coming out with good deals, but the leaders of both sides seemed to think they had come out with a better deal; Aenara noted the same smug grin on Findereg's face.

The little town was so full of life, but Aenara longed now for the palace of Mirkwood. Turning her horse, careful not to let her proud stallion tread on any of the children playing nearby, she started down the lane behind Findereg. Several of the children waved at the procession of elves as they passed, and the new, improved Aenara waved back at them as the group made its way out of the town of Bree and back to the forest.

[piosenniel]

Manardariel's post

"Close your eyes"

Why?"

"Just close your eyes." Taurion´s voice was as tender as ever, but there was a hint of amused indignance in it. Smiling, Youlielle shut her eyes. To stay on the horse she was staying with Taurion, she leaned back against him. For a moment, they rode in silence, just two beating hearts and the clip-clap of two horses hooves. It was so peaceful, so divine, in a way.

"Open" Taurion whispered in her ear.

Youlielle´s eyes flew wide open. She gasped for breath.

"Oh, my"

They were standing on a hill top. Under them, in a valley, lay the most beautiful place Youlielle had ever laid eyes on. It was a place obviously Elven, obviously blessed and beautiful. A golden- green light lay over what appeared to be a city. She saw many turrets, balconies, and wide streets. Through the valley, the forest-river, green but glittering like gold in the light of the evening-sun, made its way like a precious collier. In the middle of the city stood a high building, surrounded by many pillars and walls. That had to be the palace, its roof decorated with gold and many different woods. Gardens seem to spring everywhere in the city, there were trees at every corner. It was breathtaking.

"Oh, my" she repeated, but it was almost whisper, mingled with a sigh.

"Well," Taurion said, smiling his quite smile down at her. "Welcome home!"

Welcome home. Welcome HOME. Welcome home. The phrase constantly repeated itself in Youlielle´s head. HOME. This beautiful, breathtaking, incredibly Elven city was her HOME. It was where she belonged. Where she could go when nights where cold and lonely. Where she could sit and cry, and the place would comfort her. Welcome home. It was then that Youlielle realized something she had not been aware of until now. Home was not a place on the map. Home was where she was loved. Where the people lived that meant the world to her.

She looked around. Proud Findereg, looked towards the city. Fin, smiled his careless grin, loving everyone, especially Aenara. Aenara herself, who couldn´t seem to decide between her strict old, and her loving new self, but at this point was smiling so fondly into the world- she looked utterly content. And last, Youlielle looked up to Taurion. His caring eyes. His half- smile. Wind blew in her face, preparing her for a new start, a new future, a new LIFE. But she knew, whatever would happen, here in Taurion´s arms, she would always be at home

[Mithadan]

Susan Delgado's Post:

The traders stood on the hill for a while, looking down at their home, so long unseen. Findereg glanced over the company: at Findorfin and Aenara, who'd finally realised their feelings, at Taurian and Youielle, who each seemed happy but would have difficult times ahead, at Thaurbar, who'd most likely be leaving again soon after they arrived. He thought of Elantar, who'd died defending the rest and would not soon be forgotten. They'd stopped on the way back to retrieve the Elf's body and return it to his family; it was currently residing on one of the pack horses. He thought into the future, of Luinlathome waiting for him in their apartment in the cellar and could wait no more. He gestured the company onward and directed his horse down the slope toward the cave-city's gate, where they were well and gladly recieved.