The Road to Erebor RPG

[piosenniel]

Himaran's Opening Posts

Prologue:

Dwalin stood upon the battlements of the wall, gazing at the vast land of Erebor. It was a beautiful place now, filled with trees, covered in grass, and surrounded by great statues. Turning back to look out over the mountainous northern region, the young dwarf stared out over the Grey Mountains of the north, scanning the horizon again, as he had done so many times over the past few days. Still no sign of the Uruks, he thought, but they will come.
Turning to a commander, he motioned him over. "Are there any sightings of Uruk Hai on you side of the wall, Kalin?," said Dwalin. "I have seen nothing over here." The dwarven general looked around the lands outside the wall. "Nothing over where I was. Maybe the report was wrong after all."

Then the horn sounded. The great horn of the lonely mountain, only blown when enemies were approaching. Then Dwalin's blood ran cold, for he new what the warning meant.

The Uruk Hai had arrived.


First Post:

Bali the dwarf looked around at the small group of warriors before him, all standing around outside the Inn. He looked each one over, carefully and slowly. Battle hardened warriors, all. Truly these are the ones to save Erebor. Then he spoke.

"We are setting out for Erebor now, in hopes of reaching it before my people are defeated. Our goal is to save the Lonely Mountain, and the kingdom of Erebor from the force invading it. Myself and Eruantalon are bound to this, but none of you must go further on this journey than you will. It is by your choice that you are coming, and if you choose to leave our party, then so be it. In return for your services, when the battle is over, you will each be awarded a piece of dwarven treasure, worth enough to keep you living comfortably for many long years. Let us hope that we all live to see that day."

Having said that, he opened an old, dusty map, and lay it on the ground before them. "Now, we must plan our route. As I have said before, Moria cannot be passed through. The bridge is broken, and evil dwells there that we alone cannot defeat. Thus, we must find another way around the Misty Mountains. We have only two choices: The long journey to the gap of Rohan, or the dangerous pass of Caradhras."

Here he pointed to a place on the map. "Caradhras lies near the entrance to the Mines of Moria. It is the only known way to cross over the mountains now, without going around them. I know little of it, save that winter is year-round there; snow can pile up to twice the size of a grown man, and the wind can chill you to the bone. Many a traveler has died by the anger of Caradhras.

The Gap of Rohan, with which you are already familiar, may sound like an easier route (it was, for I myself took it). But if we are to reach Erebor before its destruction, it may take too long to travel south, then north. We need to have straight paths whenever possible.

And so I will put it to vote. Who favors taking the gap of Rohan? And who favors Caradhras?"
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Links to maps:

Caradhras and the Gap of Rohan (http://www.tolkien.homestead.com/files/middleearth.jpg)

Another Map (http://lotrmaps.middle-earth.us/maps/r3t_M56.jpg)

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[Earendil Halfelven]

He gazed around at the group of warriors. It wasn’t a bad group: a few elves, some dwarves, and other warriors of Men. But then there was the girl. He wasn’t so sure whether this was wise to allow a young girl to travel with them. He didn’t know much about her but what he had heard was that she had traveled a long way from Rohan, and she had been through many hardships. If the rest of the group was allowing her to come, than he wouldn’t try to stop her. Besides, hadn’t a female of the Rohirrim defeated the Lord of the Nazgûl during the War of the Ring at the battle for Minas Tirith? This girl was also of the Rohirrim, so maybe there was more to her than he could see.

As he listened to Bali, he considered the options. Caradhras was more dangerous but faster. If they went through the Gap of Rohan, they would be safer but they would take longer. Arlómë had been over Caradhras once before, but he had no desire to travel it again. He hated the cold. Being one of the Dúnedain, he could possibly get them over Caradhras. “Let me introduce myself. I am Arlómë of the Dúnedain. I’ve been through Caradhras before. It’s not easy,” he said. “The mountain has a mind of its own. If you make it through, its because it let you. But it would be faster than going through the Gap of Rohan. Unless we are forced to find another way, we’ll have to hope that the dwarves of Erebor have the strength to resist an attack. I’d say the Gap of Rohan would be better, but for the sake of Erebor, we should take Caradhras.” He looked around at the reactions of the others. Would they trust one of the Dúnedain? Or would they decide another way. After all, there was another way if both Caradhras and the Gap of Rohan proved to be ill. He waited for their replies.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt scratched his bread. Erebor. The one place he thought he'd never see again, and now he was heading to save it. Bali had given them two opinions on how they should reach the Lonely Mountain before it was overwhelmed.

The Gap of Rohan or Caradhras. He'd been by the Gap of Rohan before. The going was slow and in his heart he thought that it could not give them the speed they needed. Then there was Caradhras. He had no desire to head into snowy passes. Nor felt any need to risk the whole company on the mountain side ridge. But somehow... He knew Rohan couldn't serve.

Then one of the men spoke up,"For the sake of Erebor, we should take Caradhras" He hadn't been listening before but this got his attention.

That man was a Dunedain. The company was strong, they needed the speed. He made up his mind. No mountain yet had conquered Gromfelt son of Dwelfelt.

"Well then," He said at last. "Caradhras it is."

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[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain was perched atop a nearby log, idly fiddling with his carving knife and listening to Gromfelt and the Ranger discuss which path they should try for their journey. Since their own opinions concurred with his own, he was likely to say little more than to express his agreement, unless someone else stood up and began to make an argument for the other side. No use wasting words when words weren't needed.

His response was short and to the point. "Speed, speed, we must make haste if we hope to rescue those that are trapped there. Caradhras is our only hope. What is the sense of arriving after the Orcs have had their sport?"

Dain stared over at Bali with a grim expression on his face. Dain's mind was fixed on Glis, his wife, who had remained behind in Erebor while he and their son Durin had gone adventuring on the road. He'd hoped to teach the lad a few tricks about surviving and skill with weapons. But now it looked as if he'd be getting a great deal more than he'd bargained for.

Still, there might be a few things they could do to improve their chances of survival before they ever reached the mountain. Perhaps, they'd need some snowshoes, a flask of miruvor or two to warm themselves, and thick furs to protect their bodies from the harsh blasts of wind and snow. Dain turned to the rest of the band to see if they agreed or disagreed, and whether anyone wanted to make the argument for going far south to Rohan.

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[Arien]

Belegong stood with the hood of his cloak up, smoking his pipe. Ahhh pipe weed of the shire, the best. He looked at the people around him. There was Kili who he knew very well, Kili had sometimes travelled with he and his father on long journies. He was a great companion and also a fierce fighter. At least he knew someone. There were some other dwarfs, Bali who he knew of. Some men, elves and a woman. Of Rohan, thats what he had heard at any rate, his eyes flickered towards her, she might know some of his family or least his village when it had stood.

The dwarf had finished speaking, he had made a good argument for Carahadras, and Belegond saw no need to add any more. The dwarf surveyed the party and then his eyes landed on Belegond.

"Yes?" said Belegond wearily taking off his hood. His blonde hair fell to his shoulders, and on his face. He steped into the circle closer to the dwarf.

"What do you think then, you dont seem to care much, standing there smoking" replied the dwarf.

Belegond laughed sweeping his hair out of his face.

"This is no laughing matter" Belegond had seemed to have made the dwarf slightly mad and decided to apologise.

He took his pipe out from his mouth. "Sorry, I just laughed at the fact you are implying that I do not care about Erebor. I do." he said the latter more sternly and he looked into the eyes of every one of his companions, his blue eyes pierced right through them. He drew back out of the circle and added. "One more for Carahadras".

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[Kili]

"And I am for caradaharas" replied the dwarwf. He stood up and walked to Belegonds side giving Dain an evil look as he passed.

He and Belegond had been friends for many a year, they had passed over caradharas before with Belegonds father. It did'nt seem too hard, if they could do it last time, then they could do it again.

He took a small swig of ale from the leather canteen at his side and brushed away his long blonde hair.

"Bali, cousin, you know that we should take the pass, there is no need too decide you are our leader and we have consented to go with you, if some of us are too weak" As he said this he looked around the group,"Then we shouldnt go on this journey, we should stay here and leave the people of Erebor to defend for themselves"

Kili stepped back and stood next to Belegond.

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[Himaran]

Bali stood from the rock he had been resting against. "There will be time to buy things for the journey once we reach the village of Bree, which lies on our path; if we take the Caradhras. I am sure they have stores with winter gear. And Kili, I am the leader of this group, but it is a hard decision for me to make, so I am letting the group decide."

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Kaldon stayed sitting, smoking idly. I'll do anything to get a little more time. If we go to the Gap of Rohan, Erebor will have long been defeated. But Bali does not know this, he only guesses like the rest.

Then he stood, and addressed the company. "You all have good, sound arguments, but I think you overestimate the foes attacking Erebor. It would be safer to take the pass of the Gap. You cannot imagine how dangerous the Caradhras is, most of you would not last a day on its frozen slopes."

This got one of the dwarves quite worked up. "Ah, so your sayin' that your the toughest of us, eh? All that you see here are many of the finest warriors in middle earth. That's why they're comin' along! And if you don't trust their skills, feel free to leave the company."

"Kili, calm down," said Bali. "He is right, though, Kaldon. A group such as this will travel over the Caradhras easily."

Kaldon merely sat back with a smirk.Your time will come...

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[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain said nothing but glared over in Kaldon's direction. He felt his blood run cold. With difficulty, Dain forced down his rage and tried to clear his head.

Yet, Kaldon's words still rang through his mind. "Most of you would not last a day on its frozen slopes." Something was not right. How could a Child of man, a lad of some twenty years, imply that a group of dwarves or even Elves could not survive in harsh conditions? If any were to collapse on the mountain's slopes, it would more likely be one of the men, a race that was known for its lack of endurance and short lives.

What lay behind those words? Dwarves could be accused of many shortcomings, but all in Middle-earth acknowledged that they were more sturdily built and could withstand harsher conditions than any other race. Kadon talked of the safety of the pass, but what safety would there be if his wife Glis and the others in the community who were not so strong-- the women, the young and the elderly--would be dishonored at the end of an Orc blade? Dain vowed to keep quiet in front of the group, but to say something privately to his nephew Bali the next time he had a chance. To put it even more bluntly, he did not trust the Man.

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[Arien]

Belegond stared a Kaldon. How dare he say that most of them would not last a day on the slopes, Belegond looked the man up and down, he was barely Belegonds age and although Belegond had travelled alot he did not know everything. Kaldon acted like he did, with a superior look about him.

Belegond led Kili out from the group for a second.

"Do not get so fustrated, these people want to help Erebor, remember that."said Belegong resting his hand on Kilis left shoulder.

"For what?" Murmered Kili, "Money? Gold?"

"No to help, be kind, you may not like people, but we have to get through this. For Erebor."

"Your right. Why are you always right" smirked Kili, "You are like your father always right" they lauged and Kili went back to join the group.

Belegond thought of his father for a moment, looked out to the sun and went to join the rest of them, still looking at Kaldon.

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[Burzdol]

Maikafanwen's Post

Ani Dao stood next to the dwarf Durin, who was Dain’s son, listening to the discussion. Bali had informed the group of warriors of their mission and already had given them a choice. Was the group to travel by way of Caradhras, or the Gap of Rohan? When Bali had inquired about the subject, Ani Dao immediately thought of safety and mentally decided on Gap of Rohan. However, most of the dwarves had stepped forward and immediately voted Caradhras. They were too quick in their decisions, thinking only of reaching Erebor on time. Suppose Caradhras betrays us?, thought Ani Dao, then the time would take even longer and Erebor would most definitely fall. Feeling a bit guilty at her reason for joining the expedition, she decided to consider the safety of the company, and be of some importance to their assembly. She was about to give her opinion when the man, Kaldon stepped forward,
"You all have good, sound arguments, but I think you overestimate the foes attacking Erebor. It would be safer to take the pass of the Gap. You cannot imagine how dangerous the Caradhras is, most of you would not last a day on its frozen slopes." Kili protested angrily, but Kaldon didn’t waver his vote. Ani Dao knew by the glances cast towards Kaldon, that not many trusted him. His dark looks gave him an evil appearance.

There was only one vote for the Gap, and the rest were for Caradhras. Ani Dao shook her head. The Gap of Rohan would be safest, and the smartest at that. If the rest would only think about it rationally and set aside their determination to reach Erebor quickly, they would realize it. Kili was most vexed about Kaldon’s comment, and Bali attempted to settle his spirits:

"Kili, calm down," said Bali. "He is right, though, Kaldon. A group such as this will travel over the Caradhras easily."
Ani Dao spoke up as Belegond and Kili left the group for a moment, “Easily? She looked quickly at the group’s leader. “Caradhras is never easy.” Her words were sharp. “The mountain doesn’t care if we are a hundred brave and strong dwarves, or an old group of elves, it can devour us! You all are too quick in your decisions. The path of that mountain is treacherous. Those of you who have crossed it were lucky. I do not think we will make it through that pass. And if we don’t, what happens then? We have failed. It is as simple as that. We would never reach Erebor in time. Think of your family.” She glanced at Dain, and Gromfelt. “Maybe Kaldon is right.” She gestured without looking towards the dark man, “Maybe you do over estimate your foe, the Uruks. Perhaps they are not so strong.” Even as she said it, she began to doubt it … she glimpsed suddenly towards Kaldon, wondering if he mean to lead them back... Something’s not right ….

Her mind raced with new thoughts. What was so dangerous? Snow … bah! We have dwarves, the bravest and strongest of all the races. Elves, there are three of us, and the weather and ice is no threat to us either. But the men … men are stubborn and invalid. They think too highly of themselves, costing them sometimes their lives. Ani Dao had never liked them, choosing to spend her time with the dwarves. She looked then at the young girl. She had no idea why she was there, and why Bali had chosen her. The young Rohanian would only be a problem. She thought anew, Caradhras could be conquered. And if it cost the lives of the men, it was their own foolishness. Ani spoke again,

“But,” she said slowly, “Maybe I am wrong, and Bali is right.” She looked challengingly at the rest of the group. “Perhaps we will cross this mountain. As a matter of fact, I do not think we have a choice no matter how perilous it is,” her voice began to raise with determination now, and she made to quiet herself. “Besides”, a smile crossed her thin face, “we are not a hundred dwarves, and certainly not old elves.” She looked respectfully at Astarielle and Burzdol. “We instead, are five from the race of men, five of the race of dwarves, two elves, and a half-elven. All of us are warriors, and brave. If we take the Gap, we will be too late. Kaldon, I believe you are over-estimating our foe. We must take the path of Caradhras.” The warrior glanced towards her friend, Durin, and the moved beside the dwarves who had already made their decision.

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Burzdol strayed out from the rest of the group. He found a nice small log. This will work for Bali. Then he heard some dwarf, outraged, saying something anout how Kaldon was saying they weren't tough enough to survive the cold ahead. The elf laughed to himself and sat down on a rock to carve the log. I'll just wait here and widel until we move out again.

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Hogar laughed at the mad dwarves. He lit a pipe and stuck it in his mouth as he watched Kaldon debate with the dwarves. He could see that the man seemed unconcerned by the dwarves. He watched in content and then signaled to the dwarf. Hogar walked into the woods behind Bali, his axe raised. A sound of string being pulled tight was in the woods somewhere. What was that sound? The dwrf turned to see an arrow point thrust near his face. That dang elf. Why was he out here?

Hogar lowered his axe, "Why hello yon elf."

"Put the axe down now or I'll shoot," Burzdol said with the arrow pushing closer.

As soon as Hogar let down his axe the elf jumped on him. The two rolled out into the middle of the group. Bali and Kaldon came and pulled the two apart still yelling at each other.

Bali and Burzdol walked away into the woods. Burzdol sat down on a fallen tree. Bali sat also and the elf told what he had seen.

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[Himaran]

"You are sure of this?" Burzdol nodded. "Aye, I saw him raise that axe as clearly as I see you know. He's a bad one, Bali, just like Kaldon."

Bali sighed. "Alas, I did not see him. I have no proof of this to give to the group. It worries me that such things are happening before we even have left. Keep an eye on him, that dwarf. But just an eye, and not a shaft in a taunt bow."

They returned to the group. The few who had not yet spoken stepped forward and gave their suggestions.

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As Kaldon pulled Hogar off of Burzdol, he made sure to give him an uncomfortable pinch in the side. "You fool," he hissed into his ear.

Draging the dwarf into the forest, he shoved him onto the ground. Then he sat down next to him.

"Well, one attempt is failed. I was to quick to alert you, but our plan would have worked had it not been for that meddling elf Burzdol.We now have got to bide our time, and wait for the right opportunites. Get back to the camp; I've some business to attend to."

The dwarf ambled slowly back to the clearing. Kaldon stayed there a while, and waited. He heard at last the sound of a man approaching. "Come out and show yourself."

A man slipped out of the underbrush, handed Kaldon a note, and disappeared into the woodland. Opening it, he read:

I have heard of how you bungled the attack at the inn, and that the warriors are on their way. This is the first time that you have ever failed me, and I am quite disappointed. Make sure it doesn't happen again. When the company reaches Bree, there will be a messenger there that has information on the times and places that the orcs will ambush the groups. He is a young man with blond hair, and green eyes, dressed in brown, and carrying a bow and knife. Kaldon, I am counting on you. Do not fail me again.

Galdon

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[astarielle]

Astarielle remained quiet, quite near the back of the group, thinking. She knew that she herself would take the pass of Cardhras.

"Even if we took the pass I fear we would get to Erebor to late. The Elves anr the Dunedain might get there faster."

The dwarves turned and scowled at Astarielle.
Quickly she carried on.

"But as we are a company of many races we believe we must obtain a mode of transport, unless of course everone has there own horse."

[Himaran]

Bali stood at Astarielle's suggestion. "I had thought of that a while back, but horses will not last the Caradhras. There is not the food or space they require on that mountain. We may come to areas too steep for them to climb.

Also, dwarves do not ride. And companions, I tell you know; the moment we split is the moment we fall. It is too dangerous a road to take in small groups."

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë watched the squabble between the group rise with growing annoyance. Arlómë sighed. Was this the group that was supposed to save Erebor? Here they stood, watching the dwarves get into an argument with the elves-as usual. He watched the man, Kaldon, take the dwarf that had gotten into fight, out into the forest for a little chat. Obviously, they knew eachother enough to hold private discussions. He had the feeling that something was not quite right. And as the dwarf,Hogar, returned alone, he grew more suspicious. He also noticed Bali and Burzdol walk off and then return. Something definetely was going on. Maybe I should have a chat with Bali, he thought.

If they were going to argue over whether to take Caradhras or not, maybe another suggestion should be thrown into the midst of discussion. “How about we take the High Pass through the Misty Mountains? All we have to do is head due east towards the mountains. The High Pass is east just outside of Rivendell. It would be faster and safer than Caradhras. But of course, it is in the Misty Mountains, so it does have its fair share of danger. The Misty Mountains have become more dangerous than before since Mordor fell. Its somewhat of a last stronghold for those orcs and goblins that still remain united. That was were the hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, found the One Ring when he was traveling with Thorin Oakenshield.” Arlómë paused. “Well, how about it?”

Before he had his chat with Bali, Arlómë decided to observe the group some more. "Well, should we go for the High Pass?" he asked once more.

[Himaran]

"Arlómë, good friend, I would have suggested the way of the high pass, had I not recently passed by it. It is swarming with orcs, and goblins, and their caverns and walls, and fortresses are rebuilt. We could take that path, but we would meet unimaginable confrontation.

No, fellow warriors, we must take either the Caradhras or the Gap of Rohan. There are a few of you who have not yet spoken. Speak now so that we may be off. The powers of darkness watch our squabbles with pleasure, let us not please them!"

Bali sat back down. This is taking far longer than I had expected.

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[Burzdol]

"Caradhras I say," Burzdol walked out of the woods. "Do not listen to this man Kaldon, he is probably trying to slow us up. And I say that we should leave now. The longer we wait the more we're needed."

Mumors of agreement were about in the encampment. "Anybody else like that idea?" Bali asked. Yeahs were about in the air.

"No," Hogar said walking out of the woods on the other side. "What if we're already to late. If we travel there for nothing, what then? What happens when a person goes down one by one? What happens then, huh, huh? Well I don't want to go through it."

"Shut it dwarf, we need not your ideas."

"Yeah. Be quiet."

Weapons were out and a stand off was formed.

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[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt was sraching his beard again.He felt very removed from Bali and the other dwarfs. Not that it annoyed him, he'd cast his vote and that was all he could do. The arguing was trying his neves though. That human, Kaldon, was waylaying the group. He must be a ranger. Gromfelt thought. He knows Rohan will bring us to Erebor too late. And that dwarf, Hogar. Grom had a bad feeling about him too.
This was pointless. They were arguing. Stupid. Then Grom's patince gave way," Look," He said. "Every second we stay here is a second that the orcs have to reach Erebor. I don't care how strong they are or what defences the mountain might have. And I really could care less about the hazards on either road we take. The point is that we need to stop bickering and make up our minds now. I say Caradhras because we will get there faster. If you all want to take the Gap so know we will get to Erebor, that's fine too. But really, we do need to start."

He sat down on a log and stared at the group.The dwarfs were noding, or scraching their beards, the elves were clearly in thought.The men, he couldn't read what the men were thinking or doing. Well good, he thought. Maybe now we'll get somewhere.

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[Carlas]

Durin sat silently, watching the others argue about which route to take. He had decided Caradhras as soon as Bali had asked, but was in no mood to argue. He looked at everyone one by one, most seemed to be well trained warriors, proud and strong, but others, Durin did not trust.

There was no point in argueing about it, Caradhras was the fastest way at the moment, and this was taken far too long. Some were just being too cautious.

" Why not just pass over Caradhras? We are strong, and we must make haste! We will not let a mountain defeat us!" He said, his brown eyes looking from one face to the next.

[astarielle]

"But it is yet a long way from here to the foot of Caradhras, we must waste no time. We must get some horses. You must ride or it will be to late!"

Astarielle knew it was futile to try and persuade the dwarves to ride but she tried anyway. She believed that they must be leaving soon, we must make a decision and some compromises.

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[Himaran]

It took all Bali had in him to calm this next quarrel. "Please, I know that all our tempers are raw, but let us not lose our heads.

We can be on our way now, presumably for the Caradhras, but what of Eruantalon and Yanithe. They have not yet spoken. Let us hear them out and then start off west."

[Arien]

Belegond still stood next to Kili, he couldn’t believe it was taking this long, and he certainly didn’t like this Kaldon character. Kili was getting very irritable, an kept muttering every time someone spoke up. It seemed likely now that they were going over Caradhras, and like Kili, Belegond saw no need to debate this topic further, but they still needed the consent of Eruantalon and Yanithe who had not spoken up yet. It seemed to Belegond that before they had even set off the company was falling apart. The rest of the dwarves were arguing with the elves and the men were just adding to their fury.

Belegond watched Kili take another sip of his ale from the leather canteen at his side, just before he took another one Belegond kicked him and looked at him sternly in the eyes. Kili put the canteen down and faced the rest of the group. There was now a silence, very awkward. Then Astarielle spoke up “
"But it is yet a long way from here to the foot of Caradhras, we must waste no time. We must get some horses. You must ride or it will be to late!"

She was right, but Belegond saw no need to argue, for one he didn’t want to start an argument and he also knew how dwarves felt about horses. Kili didn’t mind them but some others might and well he had to admit dwarves were very stubborn.

[Earendil Halfelven]

This was unbelievable. The elves and dwarves were on the verge of killing each other right here in front of the Green Dragon Inn. Arlómë decided to wait this thing out.

He put his pack down and reached in and removed his pipe and some pipeweed. Then he walked over and sat under a tree to smoke and observe. This is going to take a while, he thought.

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[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao thought about Astarielle's idea for the horses.

"The horses is not a bad idea, but a good part of us are dwarves. What say them to riding? I don't mind it myself. I am assuming we are going by way of Caradhras, for the Gap of Rohan is impossibly far from Erebor. Deside quickly company."

She fingered the handles of her black throwing knives and looked east towards the rising sun ... and Caradhras. Even as we delay, the Uruks move towards the free peoples of Erebor. We are too hesitant! Urgency began to settle its way into the Mirkwoodian warrior's mind.

"We must go now!"

Eruantalon and Yanithe did not reply, they stood in thought. Exasperated, Ani Dao sat down by Arlómë, and also watched the group. She retrieved her feather pendant from within her vest and toyed with the silver edges impatiently.

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[Kili]

Kili was getting tired now, and that kick Belegond gave him actually hurt, but he wasn’t going to show it. He better not try and take a drink of ale until they were well away on their journey, if that was ever actually ever going to happen. He surveyed the company and his eyes fell upon the rorrhihim woman. She didn’t look the type that would be a warrior but who was he to argue with Bali8’s choice
Bali’s boredom started to tell as he started up a verse………….

If only if only the woodpecker sighs
The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies
While the wolf waits below hungry and lonely
Crying to the mo-oo-on
If only, if only .......

[Earendil Halfelven]

If only, if only...if only we would begin this journey! Arlómë watched as Ani Dao argued with the others. "We must begin!" she said. With no results, she came over and sat next to him. Smoke drifted over his face as he quietly smoked. He was beginning to believe that there was more to this delay. Could somebody be holding this company up on purpose?

Should he say something to Ani Dao while he had the chance? "Ani Dao, keep your eyes open. There is something wrong in this company. This delay is unnatural. Observe and keep your eyes open for anything." Arlómë paused. "And keep your knives ready to fly. They will be used on this journey to Erebor." And with that Arlómë rose from his feet and walked towards the group. Had Ani Dao been the right person to say anything too? She could be part of the problem. Her suggestion of horses did seem a little weird to him. She could have made that suggestion to cause more argument and make a bigger delay. Then again, acquiring horses would be faster than walking. Her suggestion could have been just a harmless suggestion. Arlómë realized that he could trust nobody except Bali.

"There is only one answer to this problem of ours," Arlómë said as he reached the group. "Sheath your weapons and listen. All this arguing will only cause more arguing. I say that those who want to begin this journey should begin now. If we don't, than there is no sense in going to Erebor because when we get there, either we will spend our time celebrating with the victorious dwarves, or we will spend out time burying them and looking for survivors." He paused and looked around. "So I suggest that those who are willing to take Caradhras leave now, and those who don't agree with it can stay or go another way, or you can follow." Hopefully this will get things going, he thought. Or maybe this will cause more argument. If it did cause more argument, than Arlómë decided to go into the Green Dragon and get himself a drink.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol walked into the middle of the group near Hogar and Bali. He pulled Bali aside and walked over to Eruantalon.

"Bali, let us take our leave now. If we wait much longer we'll be too late. I say we should round everyone up. Then get some sort of horse drawn wagon with our combined money. Everyone can fill up in the back, and we'll have one of us drive it. When we get to a town close to the base of Caradhras we can sell the wagon and horses to get clothing and supplies," the elf explained quickly trying not to waste time.

"Sounds like a good plan," the man said, finally talking for what seemed what to be the whole time.

"Let me think. I'll try to make it quick."

[piosenniel]

Eruantalon's Post

The company was divided on the route which they should take. Some favored the pass of Caradhras. A few suggested taking the way through the Gap of Rohan, and one even mentioned taking the way through the High Pass.

Eruantalon sheathed the knife he had been sharpening and gave his verdict. "Friends and companions, we have delayed long enough. The Caradhras has a black name, and is fraught with danger. We may not last if we take that route.

However, if we take the Gap of Rohan, we will have trouble with wargs, and will not reach Erebor in time. Thus, I say that we value Bali's advice. One more for the Caradhras!"

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[piosenniel]

Frodess' Post.

Yanithë didn't have to think long and hard. She knew she didn't want to go anywhere near Rohan. Her parents lived especially close to the Gap, and she would not deal with them. Ever since they had discouraged her union with Réomer, she had made an oath to Illuvatar that she would not pass through that part of Middle-Earth for at least twenty years.

"Caradhras!" cried she. "Surely we must go through Caradhras, for Rohan is a very dreadful route. We'll not get to Erebor half as fast. Surely Caradhras is the wise decision."

With this, the girl grinned sheepishly, crossing her fingers and hoping that their path would not cross Rohan. Though usually strong with the heart of a warrior, she was still a girl of seventeen.

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[maikafanawen]

The sun rose higher as the company prepared to leave. Ani Dao resolved not to fret about delay any longer and just accept the decisions made by Bali. She trusted his judgment. She walked down around Hobbiton, looking aimlessly for something she might need on the journey, If we ever start it. Ani Dao immediately shook the thought from her head and walked out of the town down the road to a little pond with a willow’s branches breaking the mirror surface. She sat beneath it and watched a few hobbit children play on the shore opposite her.

Her mind wandered to thoughts of Mirkwood. The warrior had been thinking of it often, ever since she agreed to go on this expedition. She remembered her house suddenly like a revival. She saw herself wandering through the intricately decorated hallways, glancing at the murals of their history on the walls. Clothed in the garb of her family’s status and not the warrior clothing she donned now, she glided gracefully across the smooth stone floor. She would wander out to the patios and the fountains, shadowed by the dense forest’s canopy. Ani Dao envisioned once meeting at the largest, most exquisite fountain with a friend of hers. They had planned to explore the forest on their own that night. Things had taken their turn against them and they had a nasty conflict with spiders. The two elflings returned safely in the end, but adventure scared. It had been the first time Ani Dao had tasted danger. It thrilled her, and made her yearn for more. Not a hundred years later, she had left.

Startled suddenly by a splash of water which turned out to be a rock thrown by some young hobbit nearby, she realized that she had dozed a bit. The sun was higher now, about mid-day. Hungry, Ani Dao made her way back to the Green Dragon for a spot of lunch, and news on any improvements, or resolutions.

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[Burzdol]

While Bali thought of what to do, Burzdol followed the only girl to a small pond in Hobbiton. He was suprised that she had joined their party. Usually a maiden such as this wouldn't come on a journey like this. Well, maybe she will be of help down the lane. Anyone who can help keep an eye on Kaldon and Hogar is fine by me. Though I hope she is on our side.

A splash in the pond awoke the elf. Burzdol looked around him. He was sitting under a small willow at the other side of the pond. Burzdol looked for the girl, which was already heading back to the inn. Better get a bite of lunch. I think we might have come to a conclusion about going. He started to get up and walk away, when he noticed his dirk was gone. He slowly looked around again, Then he spotted a glint of steel in a hobbit childs hand.

"Hey, wait a minute little boy!"

The boy looked for a second and then took off through the fields. Burzdol was quite fast, but he had such a head stsrt. "Get back here, young hobbit!" he yelled after the hobbit. "I said come back here, now!"

"Mommy, a weird thing is trying to take what I found. I'm scared mommy. Wahhhh!"

What is happening to my baby?" a large hobbit women walked out of a nearby house, a shovel clutched in her hands.. The babe reached his mother and hid behind her.

Burzdol reached the home and stopped to breathe. He started to walk to the two.

"Why are you chasing my son?" she asked raising the shovel.

"He stole my knife while I slept. When asked for it back and the little bugger ran."

The shovel's path would have connected with his head if not for Burzdol's sword blocking it. Again the woman swung at his head. This time he hit the shovel out of her hand, and resheathed his sword.

"Stay away you heartless elf. Go away or I'll get my husband. I warn you!" she started to yell.

Burzdol shot out his hand at the boy, grabbing his dirk back. Suddenly the woman whistled and a group of hobbit men came out of the fields toward him, pitchforks and other things held in the air.

"You better run for your life elf," the two hobbits ran into the house.

Burzdol turned around and a pitchfork stabbed towards him. The elf dodged it easily and delivered a blow with his fist square in the hobbit's mouth. Seeing more coming, Burzdol turned and ran. The hobbits were throwing rocks at him, and one hit him in his left arm.

He finally returned to the inn. All of his party was eating inside. Though the hobbits still came. The elf walked into the stable and broke off the brush from the broom. He twirled it aroud as a staff and got ready. The first of many hobbits came at him with a suprisingly nice sword. Burzdol blocked it and hit with the end of the now staff. He fell over and started to silently curse. Now, about five hobbit's came in a single wave. The first one was ill-equipped and was easily overtaken. The other four all jumped on him at once. Burzdol swung the staff aroud trying to get the hobbit's off. Fianally they had all been thrown off. Another wave of five came, but weren't so lucky. Burzdol took them out with a single blow to each. No more came after that. The ones that were there fled back into the fields, still cursing to themselfs.

Burzdol threw down the broken broom and walked into the inn. They party laughed once he finished his short story. "Hah Hah, you got beat up by a group of hobbits!" one shouted. They finished lunch and went back outside. To again dispute the leaving route.

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Hogar waited in the field for the hobbit leader. "You simpletons couldn't defeat one elf. There was eleven of you. One of him!"

"Hey he's a warrior, we're just farmers. Anyway we suffered a lot too you know. So pay up. We might not have killed him, but we tryed. That's all you said you wanted. So pay up!"

"Fine. Fine. You little cheats. I'm only going to pay you half though, since you didn't actually do what I wanted," the dwarfs change purse slipped into the hobbit's hand.

"Thank you."

The two walked different ways and didn't look back. Little cheating hobbits. They don't do want you want, but they still take your money. Little cheats I say. I hat those little things.

He rejoined the party for the tail end of lunch. He laughed with the others about the elf Burzdol. Kaldon galred at him. He knew he wasn't even supposed to be there. Though he was there now and was helping as best he can. Kaldon still tryed to get him to leave, so he could carry out his mission.

He sat thinking about leaving or staying and things like that. When he woke from his light doze he saw everyone was gone. He stood and started to walk outside with the rest when the bartender called to him, "Hey you wait. Your friends said you're paying. So pay up." Hogar out money and paided slowly, still griping about the hobbits. When he finally got out all he did was sit there. That's the last time I hire any stupid hobbits.

[Himaran]

Kaldon sat at a bench in the market-place, watching Hogar talk to a wagon seller. Much as that dwarf annoies me, I have to admit that he does know how to pull off a job like this.

Hogar was deep in conversation with the man, discussing things quietly with him behind his table. "So, your willing to pay me big to give them one of the older models that doesn't last well in bad weather."

Hogar merely nodded. "Well, consider the deal made. Where's my gold."

Hogar handed him a small leather pouch. The man shook it, and the ring of coins met his ears. Glancing inside, he face broke into a happy grin. "This is the best deal I made in my life. Glad to accomadate your wishes, sir." He looked up. Hogar was gone.

"Strange fellow, odd for a dwarf to want a guy to cheat his customers. But of course, I'm not complaining...," reasoned the man to himself. His unluckly customers were soon in arriving.

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Bali strolled around the market-place, walking alongside his friends Burzdol and Eruantalon. "Look over there, there are some wagons for sale. Just what we've been looking for."

They walked over to him. "Ah, three fine young warriors looking to travel, and in need of a sturdy wagon no doubt. I have just the model you want. Check out this one, in near new condition, excellent treading on the wheels. Just what you've been looking for."

After inspecting the wagon, the three agreed it would fit their needs space-wise; for it would be carrying dwarves and a large amount of supplies. They made the deal.

After they had gone, the man chuckled to himself. He patted his coat pocket, which jingled faintly. The best deal he ever made... if it could be considered a 'deal.'

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The three friends arrived back to the door outside the inn, and found that most of the party had come back. Astarielle had gone off to get horses, as she was experienced with them. The others awaited the arrival of her and the few others that were missing.

One thought raced through the mind of all present. Soon the adventure would begin!

[Himaran]

The sun shone brightly on the colorful garden outside the inn. Looking around at the beauty of the Shire, Bali hoped that he would return there again.

"Friends, the wagon is packed, the horses are saddled, and we are ready to begin our journey. Let us say goodbye to this happy land called the Shire, and this fine inn, the Green Dragon. We are on our way to Erebor, travelling through Eriador, The pass of Caradhras, and ultimately Mirkwood Forest to reach it. Let us be off west!"

The dwarves boarded the wagon, Dain sitting at the front with Bali to drive. The men and elves climbed onto their horses. And away they went, westward, towards Bree.

It was a pleasant morning. Birds sang, frogs croaked in the ponds, and all around them the bustle of busy hobbit farmers could be seen and heard. The little folk looked at them strangly, but pretended not to stare.

[Arien]

Belegond breathed a sigh of relief, they were finally on their way, no more arguing! Kili sat in the wagon opposite and sung to himself as he often did on journies. Belegond patted his horses head. She was a silver-grey, she was as fleet as the wind, tireless and filled with great wisdom, she was his own horse. He had had her since he was a young boy and he had raised her since she was young. She was one of the Mearas, one of the true decendents of Nahar. For he had lived in Rohan when times were good and his mother cared for the horses there and he was give this one as a gift.

Her name was Duelen, faithful. Belegond was not quite sure whether he should bring her, for the battle would be fierce, but Duelen would survive.

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[Burzdol]

Burzdol was glad he was on the mount of his horse, Belock. The all wight steed was very fast and clever for a horse, and he loved him dearly. He rode beside Bali's wagon and watched the farmers in the fields. Some glared at him, from memory of their earlier encounter.

The elf looked at Kaldon again, who had riden over on the other side. Then his eyes strolled to the dwarf Hogar. He clutched the side of the wagon as if it held him alive. He must be afraid of riding like this. Hah, he's the biggest coward of us all. Can't even ride in a wagon without being scared, hah. The elf silently laughed to himself about the dwarf.

The he looked closer. His other hand held a small throwing hatchet. The elf was about to reach for the bow on his back, when he realized he was still on a horse. Though he didn't do anything he kept his eye on him.

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Hogar grasped for dear life. What's worse than this. I don't even think a horse was this bad. I hate this.

[Earendil Halfelven]

Finally, we are on our way, thought Arlómë to himself. He was riding his black steed named Thalion, which meant "strong" in elvish. Arlómë was going to leave Thalion in the caring of the innkeeper at the Green Dragon since dwarves were on this journey, but since they were going to ride, Thalion would come along.

Arlómë rode at the back of the company, so he would have a better position to observe the goings on in the company. He had noticed that the dwarf, Hogar, had been dropping in and out of the group. That was who deserved Arlómë's attention,but being such a small dwarf, there had to be someone helping him or telling him what to do. As Arlómë smoked his pipe and rode Thalion, he could think of no better spot than the back of the company.

[Carlas]

Durin sat at the back of the wagon, humming an old tune his mother had taught him. It was getting dark and he could here the low chirping of crickets in the grass, as the wagon slowly made its way down the dirt path.

He grinned slightly as he thought of Burzdol and the hobbits earlier. Stupid of the hobbits to pick a fight with a warrior. Then a thought struck him...That is odd! Aren't hobbits supposed to be very kind, and not like fighting? Though maybe they're starting to like the fine sport, but I doubt it...

He sighed and leaned back against the back of the wagon, looking up at the star-filled sky. He was probably just being stupid, he didn't know much about hobbits anyways.

[maikafanawen]

Atop the strong black horse Ani Dao had been given, she trotted up alongside the wagon beside Burzdol on his more magnificent horse. The Mirkwoodian did not have a name for her horse yet. She referred to him simply as “My Horse,” and that was it. Ani Dao didn’t get attached to animals because their lives were short.

Burzdol seemed a little tense, his eyes focused on the wagon. She followed, but noticed nothing amiss. She had no reason to distrust any of the dwarves. Shrugging it off she attempted to start conversation.

“Off at last!” She held the reins with one hand, and her other was relaxed beside her. Ani Dao breathed in the night air. When she got no reply from her companion she began to talk.

“I confess I did not come on this journey to aid Erebor,” she looked at the dwarves in the wagon, some talking merrily, others deep in thought. A few were humming or whistling, while others contentedly smoked their pipes. She smiled in spite of it all. “I was mostly interested in the reward. But now that I am newly acquainted with my favorite of the races, I care not for the treasure. Maybe I will stay in Erebor for a while.” She looked ahead and sighed deep. “Adventure is sweet, yes?” The she-elf laughed. “Ah, but you’ve already tasted some with the hobbits.” Ani Dao laughed hard, her blue eyes twinkling. Luck had always been with her, and she feared nothing. Journeys could happen before or after breakfast and she’d still have tea. Never had she stayed long in places, and always wished for something more. Many adventures had come her way, but none had brought her the justification of her thoughts. Maybe this time it would be different.

Burzdol smiled, “Little buggers.” He laughed, recalling the hustle. “Ah, that was a trip.” The two companions talked some more as the cool night settled over the shire like a veil, and the crickets chirped their evening song.

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[Burzdol]

Burzdol laughed silently with the beautiful elf beside him. He was very intriged with the she-elf. Her beauty wasn't ll that stunned him, also her attitude on life. The elf liked her outlook and welcomed it gladly. There was something he really liked about her, but couldn't figure it out. No, I can't again. I can't hurt another girl like this. I can't let a girl in my heart. All it brings is grief, like with Elorwen. Even though I like Ani Dao, I don't want to hurt anyone again.

Then he looked around at the rest of the party. He noticed many wathched either Kaldon or Hogar, just as he. He was glad that he wasn't alone in his thoughts that the two were up to something. Maybe I'm just over reacting. I mean dwarves are very tempermental. Yes, that's it, I'm just over reacting. Or am I?

During his thoughts his horae strode to close to the wagon and bumped into it. The small hit woke him from his daze. Again he turned to the dwarf. He needn't worry about Kaldon, Bali was watching him.

"Burzdol heard someone humming in the wagon. He remembered the song and hummed along. He liked the song, and was taught to him by his mother. A few others who knew it chimed along. Soon the crickets were humming the tune.

The elf was feeling something amiss in the place. At first he didn't know what it was, but soon found out. Things were lingering at the side of the rode. They were small and glinting metal could be seen near them. When they reached a point in the woods they cried out and ran.

Throughout the night they still rode. Finally the crimson sun rose over anything in its path. The party watched in awe at the beautiful sun rise, entranced by the rays of light and hope desending from the heavens.

"It looks like the White City. The gold and red fill the sky just as there. It's like being back in Gondor, faithful land of awe," Eruantalon said, not taking his eyes of the magic of the sun.

"Or the fair land of Mirkwood. The rays shone through the trees. I'll remember this forever," Burzdol found himself saying aloud. No one talked for the rest of the sun rise. Everyone rode in silence and stared at the beauty of nature.

When the rise was finished small bits of chatter arose in the party. The same person who hummed earlier started again. They all joined in again and rode in tranquility.

The elf rode up beside his dwarf friend. "I know that we've both been through a lot, but this is one of those things we won't forget. Things like this always happen before battle, though the feeling is entrancing."

"Yes my good friend. We finally leave. But, if something like this happens war is on the brink. Very near. Yes, very near. You know something, Burzdol, I really thank you for coming along. I don't think I could have done this without you and Eruantalon. A good friend you are, and may good fortune be with you."

"Bali. I should thank you for letting me come. You are truly the the good friend. Your heart is as big as your appetite."

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Hogar eased up from the side of the wagon. For now he was beginning to enjoy the peaceful ride. He was well cushioned and and fell asleep easily. Though when he awoke he listened to what he called an infernal racket. He also noticed that many of the party watched him. He didn't care much about them, he cared about Kaldon. His gaze could pierce the Black Gate of Mordor itself. The man focused all that power upon the dwarf.

He had drawn his hatchet in case he got a chance to kill Bali. Though later he kept it out for Kaldon. He was afraid of the man. Not because of his size, because of his influence. The man was friends of people in high places here and there. He was known by usually someone where ever he went or what ever he did.

Anyway the mans power alone could crush a small orc army. His superior fighting skills threatedned anyone he was with and his mind was of a genios. He was like a roaming general. For the man was smart, a superior fighter, and a great strategist. In all his fights he was unmatched. Then the elf and main dwarf proposed a threat. Both were also superior fighters and were also unparalleled by others. he more he thought about it the more he hoped Kaldon and the elf got in the fight. They would both die, and he would get the glory of having killed the dwarf. Yes, if that happens it would be good. If not I don't care much. I'm not even supposed to be here anyway. But that still would be nice.

The dwarf could no longer take the humming. He joined in with the thought of glory in his mind. He now enjoyed this song as much as the wagon ride. He finally got mad at making the deal with the hobbit. In different ways this was actually better. He remembered himself as a young dwarf. His mother had a small cart she pushed for mining in the mountains. This wagon reminded him of the small gem cart being pushed in empty and came out filled with rare treasures.

The dwarf was shooken from his childhood memories by the gaze of Kaldon. The dwarf thought of throwing the axe in his hand to kill the man, but instead put it back in his belt. He made some small conversations with the surrounding dwarves and got to know them. He was just doing it to get the heat off him. Now not as many of the party watched him. He felt a little more confident with this thought and also thought that Kaldon's gaze was lifted a little.

Hogar talked more to the dwarves about war techniques and finally setteled down to sleep. His dreams filled with a large set of eyes, never blinking. They burnt like the Eye of Sauron. During his slumber others noticed his sturring and rolling.
Not again. I cannot let a girl into my heart again. All that brings is grief. I don't want to lose her like Elorwen. This elf is something else to me. I don't want to hurt her.

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[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain had said little through the beginning of the journey. He was grateful to be riding in the wagon instead of bumping along on the back of a horse. Not that he would have refused to mount a horse. Anything was acceptable as far as he was concerned as long as they were heading in the direction of Erebor. His thoughts strayed often to his wife, and he wondered what was happening there.

Durin was riding in the back of the cart. Every so often Dain turned around to catch his eye. He wondered if the young dwarf missed his mother or was thinking of the danger she was in.

Still, he himself did not like the situation they were in. Just how much better off were they than those left in Erebor. There were dangers you could see straight off like Orcs, and other dangers that were much less obvious.

This entire company did not smell right. He'd seen the incident with the hobbits, and that had seemed the most wrong thing of all. Hobbits could certainly be stealthy, and were not above a pinch or two of burglary, but stealing weapons was not the kind of thing they would normally do. There were too many bad apples in the group that neeed to be weeded out.

He lowered his voice and stared Bali in the eye, then leaned over and whispered very softly. "You are my kinsman, and I will respect your judgment, whatever you decide. But, even a fool can see that something is wrong in this group. Don't be fooled by the sweet talk of Hogar, and Kaldon is even worse. How can we walk into danger with warriors such as these by our side?"

He glared in Bali's direction, "I swear I would rather have it out here and now with these fools than wait for them to brew their mischief."

He sat back in the wagon and was quiet. At least he'd had his say. He wondered whether or not Bali would want to respond.

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[Himaran]

Bali was silent for a while, before he spoke. "Uncle Dain, I have known you for many years. A brother of the King, and a Dwarven lord yourself; I respect your judgement. However, I know that few respect Kaldon. I do. I have heard of him before. Few are like him in his fighting skills, with his hands, knives, and sword. He can wield any weapon you give him.

He has traveled more than you could imagine, moving fast and tirelessly. He can find his way through any mountain or forest; and can disappear from sight instantly.

Dain, he is just the type we would want on this journey. Let us wait and see. I believe that he will prove himself to us when the time comes.

Now, that Hogar, him I don't trust. Burzol claims he saw him follow me into the woods and attempt to kill me with his axe, had it not been for the taunt bowstring that was pulled behind his head. I for one believe he was also involved in that "incident" Burzdol had with the hobbits.

Watch the back of that elf, Dain. For I fear that it may be the first to be hit by a weapon. And keep your eye on that dwarf."

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Though the two were conversing in low tones, Kaldon's keen ears picked up the conversation. I have that dwarf right where I want him.

He looked over to where Hogar was snoring inside the wagon. That one would be the easiest to get rid of.

[Dain Ironfoot]

To guard the back of the Elf....

Dain woud certainly do that, but he'd also keep an eye on his own back and, far more importantly, that of his son.

Out loud, he merely responded, "You are the leader of this band, and my honored kinsman as well. I will respect your wishes in this matter, although it goes against my heart. But do not forget that, should you need it, you have my axe and hammer at your service."

He sighed and fell silent, wrapped deep in bitter thoughts. If only the worst thing in the world were Orcs! How much more terrible it was to find a Man or Dwarf who was not worthy of trust. In that lay the greatest peril of all. For to put faith in another's hands and to have it wrenched away was a grievous thing indeed.

[Burzdol]

The elf steered away from the cart and slowed to meet Ani Dao.

Burzdol was drawn between two conversations. His one with Ani Dao and the one his ear picked up from Bali and Dain. For now, though, he didn't care abotu their words. All he wanted to do was talk to Ani Dao.

"What was that about?" she asked as he came back.

"Nothing. Just a small conversation between two old friends. Nothing much."

"Oh. Well I'm glad it wasn't anything bad about the journey or someone in the part."

"Yeah, me too. I kind of wish that Kaldon or Hogar had been in adeveststing accident," the two laughed together at their thoughts about the dwarf and man.

[Himaran]

They had now traveled for a few days. Finally they were within a days travel of Bree, their first destination.

The company stopped along the road, letting the horses graze. Dain went with his son Durin into the woods to get wood. When they returned, a merry fire was soon blazing away.

"We have had hard travel for several long days," said Bali. "It is time for us to relax for a while. Let us have a bit of fun while supper is being prepared by Kili and Durin."

"How about a marksmanship contest," suggested Burzdol. "We could draw a target on a tree." "An excellent idea," stated Belegond. "I will draw it."

After he had done so, the company drew there rang weapons and took turns aiming at the target. Little did they know that a group of bandits was watching their encampment, waiting for an opportunity...

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao stood up from where she was seated lacing a piece of leather through a part in her boot where her sole had come undone. A confident smile on her face, the elf withdrew her throwing knives and quickly aimed at the target. Without hesitation, she loosed the first. It hit just outside the center. Some “good tries” came from behind.

She turned to acknowledge them but movement aft of the onlookers caught her attention. She spun around fully and took in the sight. Bandits were making away with their horses. They were dressed in blacks and browns with hoods tied under their eyes concealing their nose and mouth. The company must have seen her attention averted and turned as well.

The quickest to respond was Arlome. He loosed an arrow that struck the first bandit from behind. Ani Dao responded next. She was hesitant to kill so recklessly, and instead leapt over the bushes and pinned the man from behind. Her strength out weighed him and he yelled in panic. Four of the bandits made off with the horses as the others stayed to fight. Burzdol, Astarielle and Erulon, moved quickly to recover the stolen horses while Belegond, Yanithe and Gromfelt helped Ani Dao and Arlome with the remaining Bandits. Belegond over took one as he made to aid Ani Dao in her struggle. Yanithe dodged through the group of men, succeeding in knocking one unconscious with the butt of her sword. While Ani Dao got distracted watching the young Rohanian in amazement, the man’s arm got loose and slung a punch to her jaw. She stumbled back for a second then went at him in retaliation. Rounding a kick on the approaching bandit, she threw him against a tree and Yanithe pinned him against it with an arrow. The fight went on a little longer before the four dwarves (Bali, Gromfelt, Durin, and Kili) held the five remaining bandits, and three lay dead on the ground. Arlome helped the dwarves securely tie the prisoners to trees while Yanithe tended to Ani Dao’s jaw, and then moved on to the wounds on some of the dwarves and Arlome.

As Durin and Kili got some water boiling at Yanithe’s demand, Burzdol, Astarielle and Erulon returned ...

[Frodess]

Hmph! Girl! thought Yanithë. So they think me a mere child. She was insulted, for she knew many of their thoughts by the way they looked at her. I am a woman, and I would like them to know!

She swung off her brunnette horse, Alqua, so called because he had the grace of a swan. Whipping out her bow, she placed an arrow in it, quietly aiming for one of the dwarves' hats. She fired and the hat was whipped off and pinned to a tree in front of the said dwarf.

"Ha!" cried she. When the dwarf gawked at her, trying to get back his hat, she smiled briliantly. She knew few of these people. She walked to the tree and pulled the arrow out. "I shall sew your hat for you, if you wish it so. May I ask your name?"

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[Arvedui III]

Grom look disgruntledly at his hat, too high for him to reach. He looked even more disguntledly at the girl that had shot it off his head. "May I ask your name?" She said. "You may, but I'd like to know what that was for, lady" He said. "Couldn't resitst, I'm sorry. Your name again, master dwarf." "Gromfelt, lady. Gromfelt son of Dwelfelt. I would very much like my hat back if you please." He said. The women smiled and tore the arrow out of his hat and handed it to him. He scowed at it for a moment, then figured with gaping hole in it. The women laughed, " I am sorry Gromfelt. I said I would pach it for you." " I would like that" He said and he smiled up at the girl. For all the childish antics of men, and in this case a women, they could shoot, they could shoot very well, and sew he hoped. That was good to know. Just then Bali called them over.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol took his knife and carved his own target on a tree at the other side of the camp. He was mad about the small bandit raid and unleashed arrow after arrow at the tree. After he successfully emtied out his supply of arrows he walked to the tree to pull them back out. Now he was very frustrated that he had only gotten a few in the center when he usually gets more in.

The elf was suprised that everyone went back to the contest. Though I guess to us these are going to be a natural occurance. He was getting bored of shooting at a stationary target so he rallied a few other dwarves and went into the woods.

Eventually the party came back, loaded with animals for fresh meat. They laid down the animals and got someone to cook it. Soon the aroma of cooked meat surrounded the camp. Everyone grabbed some food and sat to talk with each other.

Burzdol sat watching the tree line incase of more bandits. Slowly a small body creeped into the fire lit camp. The elf looked closer and noticed that it was a small red-haired hobbit. Burzdol walked over to the little hobbit, "Hello, may we help you little master?"

"Sir, may I have a....um a little bit of food. I've been traveling for awhile now and I'm very hungry."

"Sure young 'un. Help yourself you can sit with me. The odd pair walked to the fire for some food and then to where Burzdol had sat. With him was the hobbit, Hogar, Kaldon, Eruantalon and Bali.

"So, who's this and what's his name?" Bali asked when he first saw the hobbit.

"Hi, I'm Serello Brandybuck, sir. I thank you for the food," he said shaking Bali's hand.

"Very polite. You can have as much food as you want."

"Burzdol, may I have a word with you and Erulon?"

The trio walked to the outskirts of the camp. "I think something happened to him. He looks weary. Can he stay with us?" Burzdol asked.

"I don't care as long as he has a weapon and doesn't get in the way. Then all you have to do is look after him."

They walked back to continue eating. Even before they sat down Hogar volunteered to keep an eye on him. He and Serello happened to like each other a lot and Hogar hadn't done anything lately. So they accepted and a new person was added.

[Frodess]

Yanithë watched Gromfelt go. She lingered, his hat in her hand. Smiling to herself, she cut out a small piece of cloth from the bottom of her cloak, and put it and the hat in a pouch on her belt. She thought that perhaps, in a small way, she had proved herself.

She stared at this hobbit. It was just so odd to see so many people shorter than herself. But she would not dare tell them that, for fear of offending them.

[maikafanawen]

Trying to itch under the bandage on her arm, Ani Dao walked over to Yanithe. The Rohanian was busy sewing a patch on Gromfelt’s hat. The elf laughed remembering the astonished look on the dwarf’s face.

“That was a good shot, Yanithe.” She sat down next to the girl and offered her some meat, bread, and ale. “Hungry?” The girl looked up from her sewing at Ani Dao. The look in her eyes startled the elf. It was a mixture of amusement and distrust. The elf was taken aback, but she realized what the girl thought.

“Ok, I admit that I didn’t think you were capable enough to come on this journey in the first place but I’m glad—” she was cut off.

“I know what you were thinking. I know what everybody was thinking!” Yanithe made to get up, but Ani Dao pulled her back down and she herself stood up.

“Look, we have a long journey ahead of us and if we don’t get along then we won’t last. Almost everyone has a grudge against someone here! We’ve got to…” She didn’t know if she was getting through but forcing it on her like this wouldn’t help either. So the elf instead sat next to her. “I haven’t ever spoken with someone from your race. I don’t know if that has to do with anything, but just to throw it out there. I am honestly sorry about my prejudice thoughts. Friends?” It was the best Ani Dao could do. She wasn’t used to confrontations at all, but then again, this journey would change her indeed.

[Himaran]

Bali saw to it that the wounded bandits were attended to and that the dead were buried. Though the group was a little shook up after the bandit attack, they tied up the prisoners and returned to their contest.

"Tomorrow evening we shall reach Bree. I hope for us to all stay at the fine inn known as the Prancing Pony; I have a friend who works there who can get us a good rate."
All in the party were thankful for this, for few of them had large sums with them.

Bali was happy to see that the company was getting along better. Apologies were given from one to the other in many cases. Leave it to a conflict with outsiders to bring the group together. Perhaps this is just what we all needed.

Bali also noticed the young hobbit who Burzdol had found. He had not intended on bringing any of the little folk along, but Burzdol was a good friend; (And Bali had not the heart to turn him away). Thus the evening was passed merrily.

[Arien]

Belegond sat down next to Kili wearily, and Kili proceeded to tell Belegond for the fifth or sixth time how he had overpowered a bandit and nearly died. From what it sounded like Kili tripped the bandit up, but Belegond decided not to lower the dwarf's spirits. All Belegond could think of was the attak and he seemed to be the only troubled one. He looked around the company they all seemed to be laughing eating drinking. But for once Belegond wasn't, and it worried him. He had that feeling again the one he got before his father died. But that thought was soon put to rest and he decided to go for a walk.

"Shall I come with you?" asked Kili
"No, I want to go by myself, I will be back soon."
He stood up, a few people watched him and Bali said to be careful but Belegond was gone, he had picked up his weapons and walked past the spot were the horses were stolen. He wispered "Duelen, I will find you" and the kept walking.

[Himaran]

Kaldon sat in the shadows at the back of the camp. Not wanted to show his deadly aim with his blades to people he might be eventually throwing them at, he stayed out of the throwing competition. He knew that he was the most distrusted member of the company, but the thought did not bother him much. For he knew that once they came to Bree, his reputation would rise; for reasons known only to him.

He looked over at the fire, where Hogar was chatting with Sarrello; like he was an old-time friend of him. I sure hope that dang dwarf doesn't go soft and squeal; or squeal at all for that matter. I'm in no position to carry out my mission just yet, and I need more time.

But then his blood ran cold, for looking over at the bandits, he recognized one of them. He had worked with him in the past. And that put him in a very dangerous position.

The prisoners would have to go; and soon. A plan formulated in Kaldon's mind. How to deal with the bandits; and raise his reputation in the group at the same time.

"I'm leaving for a while. I will be back first thing in the morning," he said to Bali. With that he saddled his own black stallion (which he had hidden in the woods) and galloped north, following the trail of the bandits.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol knew Bali didn't want an extra person, so he made up his mind.I will pay for a small home for him in Bree and he can stay there. He liked the little hobbit, especially since it kept Hogar busy all the time.

His thoughts were disturbed by the galloping of a horse. The elf looked up to see Kaldon riding off north. He wondered about what he was doing as he watched the black siloette of horse and man getting smaller on the horizion.

As the figure disappeared Burzdol got up to do some more practice shooting. He hit a few more in the center this time. Well, at least my shot is getting better. Orcs will probably be easier to hit though, I hope. After he shot for a bit, the elf walked over to sit with Ani Dao.

When he arrived all he said was 'hi'. For all he wanted to do was listen.

[maikafanawen]

Yanithe shook hands with the elf and Ani Dao began to tell the rohanian about some past adventures of hers. Night began to cover the land like a black cape, and stars shown down through gaps in the forest canopy. Burzdol joined them and listened as Ani Dao talked:

"Hmm, let me see. I remember a small adventure. It was about one hundred and forty years before I left Mirkwood.” Ani Dao’s favorite thing was to tell stories, and right now, her two friends seemed intent on listening. “I was working with my trainer, Ahret Ban, late one evening. He told me that a band of orcs had been spotted in the forest and that a good portion of the guard had been dispatched to hunt them down and eliminate them. Looking at me with a bit of amusement and adventure-lust he proposed, ‘I’ll bet you a barrel of wine we’ll find ‘em first.’ I laughed thinking he was jesting. When his expression didn’t waver I got excited, ‘Really?’ He nodded and we retired back to the palace to prepare for the chase.

“ ‘Now listen Ani, we have two groups of about two dozen to avoid, one foe, and one friend. We must be very stealthy. It would be best if we found the orcs and took care of them and any evidence of their passing before the guard finds out,’ informed my trainer as we packed some food and a rope in a bag and tied our weapon belts around our waists. I nodded my acknowledgement, and without further delay we were off.

“Ahret Ban’s patience is great and mine is not so. We had not been searching three hours before I became anxious. ‘Where would they be? Why would they enter? Who spotted them and how far away were they?’ When I asked my trainer these questions he just shrugged his shoulders. ‘I’m not sure. But that’s what makes it challenging, my young apprentice.’ It took us four days before we found them, and by then I didn’t quite believe that Ahret was telling the truth. We heard them approaching and quickly hid ourselves in trees above the company.

“ ‘Irshk! What is the hold up? We keep going until we get out o’ this stinkin’ wood!’ A large black orc sniffed the air around him. Ahret and I held our breaths. ‘I can’t smell a thing in this forest.’ Orcs growled their frustration and little arguments broke out among them as the two leaders quarreled. Silently, my trainer slid down, out of the tree and bade me follow. We slunk up behind the orcs that had singled themselves out and slit their throats, hiding them in the woods behind. We took out eight before one of the others took notice. ‘Where did Burdau go? He was here a minute ago…’ Ahret Ban loosed an arrow that silenced the orc into death. Emerging from the forest he jested with them in a low voice: ‘I am the great elf warlock. Fear me, and return beyond the borders of this forest.’ The leader called Gurok gave out a snarled laugh, ‘Fear you? When you are have my size in weight?’ The orc swung his scimitar around and Ahret easily dodged it. ‘I give you another chance, orc,’ he spit out the word, ‘Leave.’ Infuriated the orcs came at him. In a blur, Ahret threw out kicks, punches, and slices with his dagger and ten more went down. The six remaining turned to run and I meeted them. I gripped my throwing knives like such,” Ani Dao had unsheathed her knives as she spoke and held them before her in demonstration, ‘I swung them around my head like this and released them.” All six knives broke free from her hands and found their marks in six different trees. “All of our opponents had been defeated in less than ten minutes.” Satisfied with herself she sat back down, leaving the knives where they were. “We quickly hid the bodies and went back to the palace. A week later, while we were speaking with my father in the throne room, the guard returned saying that the orcs must have left the forest because there was no trace of them left.”

Ani Dao got up to retrieve her knives, then returned to hear what her friends had to say of her story.

[Carlas]

Durin leaned against a tall, damp tree as the sun slowly sank into the west. He sighed deeply, upset that the horses had been taken, even more so, that he had not stopped them.

He watched as Kaldon road off, he did not trust this dwarf, he seemed to prefer to be seperate from the others. Though he did not blame him, he did not always get along with people.

The sky darkened and the air grew cold. Only the low voices of the others talking disturbed the silence as Durin sat and thought.

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë cleaned the blood off of his arrow, and returned it to his quiver. That was good practice, he thought. With his dúnedain hearing, he heard them coming long before he had to take his bow out. That made the second attack on the company-first was the hobbits, and now some bandits. Now Kaldon rode off by himself, which seemed a little peculiar. Why would you ride off by yourself right after you were attacked unless you had no reason to fear another attack while you were out? So Kaldon was the other traitor. Arlómë looked out into the darkening forest. Nothing's out there, he thought to himself. So it was Hogar and Kaldon he had to look out for. With one last look out into the forest, he walked over to join the others.

"...A week later, while we were speaking with my father in the throne room, the guard returned saying that the orcs must have left the forest because there was no trace of them left." Ani Dao finished saying as Arlómë joined the group, taking a place next to Yanithe. The others started commenting about Ani Dao's story.
"That was some nice fighting. You might have thought that because you are a girl, the others thought you couldn't handle yourself in combat. But, I knew that there was more to you. Why else would Bali ask you to come along? I have no doubt that you'll be able to show your skills before we get to Erebor." Arlómë said to Yanithe. He hoped that what he said would break the ice between them. He could sense that she was a little distrustfull of the others. This was going to be a long road to Erebor and he didn't want to spend it distrusting everyone.

[Eruantalon]

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[Arien]

Belegond had returned to camp, kaldon had gone and he thought this strange, but most of the company seemed to be keeping an eye on him so surely they knew. Belegond sat down beside the sleeping Kili. He glanced around at everyone, again they all seemed fine, nothing to worry them.

Belegonds eyes led him over to a group of three where the woman of Rohan sat. Yanithe, was her name if he had heard right, and he longed to speak to her but she seemed busy in conversation with the others and did not want to disturb them. Belegond lit his pipe, laid back on the cool grass and looked up at the stars. He often had done this with his mother, but that was long ago and so he thought of the journey ahead, as he did not want to reawaken old memories.

[Himaran]

Kaldon spotted the bandits in the plains of Eriador, headed due north. His black stallion brought him closer to them every minute.

After about an hours travel, he took a short cut in a rocky pass and waited for the bandits to come round the corner.

He heard the clip-clop of many horses. As they came around the bend, he met them head on. He knives took two of the surprised bandits in the neck. Kaldon made a flying leap and hit the other bandit, knocking him of his saddle. One bandit was galloping away madly. Kaldon climbed back on his own horse, after grabbing his knives.

He followed the bandit at a crazy speed, flying through small mountainous areas where one wrong step would mean sure death. Finally, there was a moment where Kaldon had a good aim at him, and his mattock wistled through the air, landing in the bandit's back.

Kaldon hurled the bodies into a ravine, left the stunned bandit lying there, and gathered the horses. He rode slowly back south, many halters in his hand. He returned early to camp early in the morning.

[maikafanawen]

Night had fallen and each of the company had laid out their makeshift traveling beds, consisting mostly of blanketts spread over a soft piece of earth. Ani Dao finished the mending she had started on her boot, then laid back. A patch of sky was over her head as she peered through the forest canopy. Stars were bright above her, displaying their lights in splendor. The leaves rustled softly above her head. A peace settled over the land, but try as she might, her mind would not rest.

Thoughts drifted again, but not of Mirkwood or of adventure like they normally did. This time her thoughts settled on the people of the company: the dwarves, the men, the elves, and the little hobbit. She had spoken with the dwarves little, but as time wore on, she would make more conversation with some of her favorite of all races. She recalled Yanithe, the Rohanian girl. Ani Dao had made amends, but she still seemed distant.

Shrugging away any suspicions and suppositions, her mind settled on Burzdol, the magnificent elf whom she had befriended quickest. Ani Dao knew that her deepest friendship would be bonded with him. Their talks were always welcomed to Ani Dao, and his presence calmed her. The she-elf knew this journey would be difficult, and was glad that she felt she could count on him.

The stars hadn’t moved as she lay there. Time was going by slowly. She was so anxious for more adventure, to test her skills to their limits, to use every ounce of strength. The fight with the bandits had ignited the passion for adventure. She could tast the excitement of her future, physical And emotional, she thought, thinking of Burzdol again.

Sitting up, she walked out of the woods onto a little grass-covered ledge overlooking the valley below. The evening breeze brushed over her golden blonde hair. She felt relaxed all at once, just sitting there, letting the night cover her with its warm cape. Ani Dao untied the leather straps and feathers holding her hair out of her face and shook it loose. It cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, its vibrant glow challenging the moon. She began to sing:

A Elbereth, Gilthoniel
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath!
No-chaered palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath
Fanuilos le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aeron!

She sang it over again and at the last line, another voice, strong and clear as a river, joined her song. The elf thought it was Eru or Manwe singing in the heavens. Ani Dao retied her hair, giving back to the moon its marvelous glory. Since sleep would not come, and she knew it, she watched the moon make its nightly rounds across the sky, until the sun took its place.

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Carla's Post:

Durin sat on the cool earth, watching the stars wheel around in their endless circle. The trees rustled about him, though it was not loud enough to cover the voice he suddenly heard singing. He got up as silently as a dwarf could and walked towards the singing voice. As he neared a small ledge, he noticed the elf, Ani Dao sitting on the ground, looking up into the star filled sky.He walked up behind the elf, but with her elven senses, she already knew he was there.

"Hmmm, your going to wake the whole camp, which not too many will be happy with. Do you need to sing a lullaby before going to sleep?"He sat down beside her, looking over at a small river flowing by, just below the ridge." I don't know much about elven songs, but I'm sure I've heard that one before." He looked over at her silently as she pulled her long hair away from her face.

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[astarielle]

Astarielle had returned though unnoticed with her horse Talhandir and a few others. Talhandir had clearly thrown a bandit of her back and killed him out right, for she was only loyal to Astarielle.

Astarielle did not care for stories often finding them tedious and open to change. Many noe held little truth but she did not doubt that as this story was being told by one of her kindred it was true enough.

Astarielle climbed a nearby tree and cleared her throat "Once more I say we tarry too long, that little attack back there should have increased your sense of urgency. We cannot become frivilous and complacent we must continue to travel or at the vey least have a watch. I can not guarantee that one set of eyes will save you all, we must be more wary. No doubt that group of bandits will be one of many, they will travel and tell the rest of them about us, do you not understand?"

Astarielle sighed prehaps she had been to harsh. Immediately she climbed down and hid in the shadows as she did not like everyone watching her.

Talhandir nuzzled her master's side, "You understand don't you Tal." she said softly. Quickly she mounted at set off at a brisk trot circling the the group at distance, she at least would watch, maybe then they would understand the importance of a watch.

[Burzdol]

Carlas's Post

Durin sat on the cool earth, watching the stars wheel around in their endless circle. The trees rustled about him, though it was not loud enough to cover the voice he suddenly heard singing. He got up as silently as a dwarf could and walked towards the singing voice. As he neared a small ledge, he noticed the elf, Ani Dao sitting on the ground, looking up into the star filled sky.He walked up behind the elf, but with her elven senses, she already knew he was there.
"Hmmm, your going to wake the whole camp, which not too many will be happy with. Do you need to sing a lullaby before going to sleep?"He sat down beside her, looking over at a small river flowing by, just below the ridge." I don't know much about elven songs, but I'm sure I've heard that one before." He looked over at her silently as she pulled her long hair away from her face.

Burzdol's Post

Buzdol watched the sunrise as it came over the horizon. He had been up for hours before the sun and gladly accepted its rays. The elf stood watching a wild group of horses running east. He had thought he had seen them earlier. My mind is playing tricks on me, probably just that I'm tired.

A few others awoke with the morning sun. Most were dwarves, which went to bed early. Then he saw others waking friends. Burzdol started a fire and put some meat on. Soon they were making eggs, steaks, and bread. All these and ale were given out to those who were awake. Some woke because of the heavenly aroma.

Burzdol let Ani Dao take over for a bit with the breakfast. His hands burn from handeling the ware. The elf poured a little water over his hands while he scanned the horizion. He for now was awaiting Kaldon's return to see what he had been doing when he left.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë sat there smoking his pipeweed as the sun gently rose over the horizon. He had been awake throughout most of the night, watching. He had been waiting for Kaldon to return. He had returned with horses, which meant he had gone after the remaining bandits.

As the others cooked their breakfast, he ate a pack of lembas bread that he usually carried with him. He didn't carry a lot of fresh meats or other perishable foods. He mostly carried dried fruits and elven lembas bread, which was very good for the road. As he finished up eating, he made sure that Thalion was watered and ready to ride. He had the feeling that once they got to Bree, there would be trouble waiting for them. Also, he had mixed feelings about that little hobbit. What was a young hobbit doing out in the Eastfarthing so far from Buckland? This journey was getting stranger by the day.

[Eruantalon]

The morning came to the weary travelers. In the night Erulon heard a fair elven maiden singing. He walked out to the woods and sang for a short while. But then when he listened again a third voice joined in. Elbereth!! There must be traveling elves singing to her tonight. But the second voice is not an Elf?

The words and memory where still fesh in his mind. Why would a dwarf be singing with traveling Elves? He tried to understand thses strange things as he got ready for breakfest.

He knew few of the people there in the camp. There where too many things on his mind to talk to many before. What whould he say to such strange company.

As he ate he seemed busy in thought. I must ease my mind for a time. I can not run myself till I am dry.


He now took out his Lute. He sang the song Of Elbreth. Some parts he sang in Noldar some in the high language that the Vanya used. He sang of the beauty of the night sky. Even as the morning came to its rising. The notes shimmered and broke like cool waves on the shores in a summer night. Fragrent with dew and sweet warmth. The spirtits of the company where raised with his song. Bali sat beside him and listened.

When he finished he looked at his friend. "We need a talk now Bali. I have a service that can help us."

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao extinguished the breakfast fire and went back to sit next to Yanithe who was finishing up her own breakfast.

“Well it looks like the company was well fed from the hearty meals,” said Ani Dao, re-braiding the bridle for her horse.

“Everyone’s getting ready to go to Bree, eh?” said Yanithe watching the dwarves place the pots and cooking ware in the wagon.

“Mm hmm, and going about it leisurely too. Soaking in every bit of serenity before the real adventure begins,” the elf put on her best doomsday face and watched the people with dark eyes. “Just you wait, when people start dying, and our food shortages run out completely and we’re licking the dew off of flowers for water—” Ani Dao laughed when Yanithe punched her in the arm jokingly.

“Yes Ani Dao, and you shall be the first to go,” said Yanithe smiling and getting up to go tend to her horse.

Ani Dao followed and brushed out her newly returned horse’s coat that was slightly caked with mud and covered in burrs. She then led him over to where the other horses were drinking from the small stream. After his thirst was quenched, she fed him from the supply of oats in the back of the wagon. When the young brown horse was taken care of, she hitched up his saddle, and tightened her saddlebag to the back, folding up her blanket inside.

When everything was ready, and the dwarves in the wagon, while the rest rode the horses recovered by Kaldon, the company set off for Bree before the morning was two hours old.

[Frodess]

Yanithë was not very talkative. Indeed, with strangers it was not her way. After leaving Ani Dao, she had given the dwarf his hat back, all sewed up. Again she apologized, still laughing at the image of Master Gromfelt reaching up on his toes for his hat.

After she had saddled up her horse, Alqua, Yanithë approached the man who had been staring at her for quite some time last night. She had indeed noticed, and she wanted to know why.

"So," she asked him, "How goes it, my lord?" Not being eloquent (and having spent most of her time with males, and soldiers at that) she knew not what to say.

Surely my awkwardness must make him smile, thought she. She shrugged her shoulders and waited for his reply.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol saddeled his night black horse and got up. He was singing in his head the song an elf maiden was singing the night before. Not long after he got bored of sitting there, so he decided to ride for a bit.

He found a nice little clearing with a single tree in its center. The elf practiced coming at it with his sword whilst on his horse. After that he decided to throw his knives and shoot arrows at the tree. I need any practice I can get. If we want to survive this trip we're going to have to be in top shape.

Burzdol spotted a little red through two trees. "You can come on out here Serello, anyway I want to teach you something."

The small hobbit walked into the clearing. "Yes, master Burzdol?"

"Do you have any weapons, boy?"

"No sir. I never had to use one before and I don't know how to use one."

"Hold on here for a moment," Burzdol rode for the camp. When the elf came up beside the wagon he pulled out his old short sword. He thrust it in his belt and went back to Serello. When he got there he taught Serello how to use the short sword. Burzdol lead his horse to a small stream and tied him up so he could drink and graze.

The elf watched the hobbit fight the tree. Burzdol took out the log he started to carve earlier. He worked on that while Serello practiced.

A call came into the woods for the two. With one final swing of his sword the hobbit joined Burzdol on his horse.

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Hogar woke late. As soon as he got up he looked for Serello. He found the hobbit in line for Ani Dao's cooking. Phew, I thought I lost him already.

The dwarf went to talk with others of the party. When he looked up he couldn't find the hobbit. For awhile he searched only to find when a dwarf called, Burzdol rode out of the woods with Serello on his horse. The red haired hobbit clutched a small sword in his hannds. When Serello got off, Hogar went to him and fussed over him like a mother about running off from him.

When the dwarf stopped scolding, the two got packed up. Why did he run away. I am supposed to look after him, not the elf. Hogar glared at Burzdol who was in a happy mood. I'll get him and that stupid Bali, and if the half witted man Eruantalon tries to stop me. I'll get him too.

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[Himaran]

The company gathered there things and left the campsite early in the morning; thanks to the horses which Kaldon had recovered. No one knew what happened to the bandits that had stolen them, but no one really cared either. It was obvious that members of the group had a new respect for the young man, whom they would have described as "cocky" a day before.

They travelled for about a day before they reached Bree. It was a large town, built entirely out of wood with a little stone, and with a tall wall encircling it. The Breelings kept to themselves as the party rolled through the muddy streets (for it was raining), as they were suspicious of outsiders.

After arriving at the inn known as The Prancing Pony, Bali proctured rooms on the second story and stables for the horses and the cart. Once they were put away, the company met in a quiet part of the common room.

"Tomorrow," said Bali, "we will all need to help find and buy supplies for our journey. Until we reach Rivendell there are no establishments, and we will need snoeshows, canvas tents, and a full load of fresh provisions. But tonight we will merely enjoy ourselves. Let us have a good meal and make new friends. I am going to try to get a few more warriors to come with us on the journey, and you are all welcome to also; providing they have a horse (or, in the case of a dwarf, will ride in the wagon). You are all free to do whatever you wish. But make sure you get a good night's rest and are waiting at this table first thing in the morning." The company then dispersed.

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Kaldon looked around. Green cloak, green cloak, where is he? He eventually found the man sitting by the bar. Kaldon went over to him. Ordering a drink casually, he spoke to the man in low tones for a while. The man slipped him a paper, and Kaldon slipped him one in return. The man glanced at it and chuckled. Then he left the bar and disappeared.

Kaldon read the letter. It was from his father, the man attacking Erebor. Kaldon had been brought up in the northern wastlelands, which were fraught with danger. His siblings and mother were dead. He had survived, by wit and the skills his father had taught him. Now he was the warlord's private superweapon, that could go anywhere and do anything he asked. His mission had been to kill Bali at the Green Dragon, but as that had failed he had turned to more suttle means.

Like the forged notice that stated Bali was wanted for robbery in the Shire. That would do the job sure as any would.

[Arien]

Belegond now sat in the prancing pony surveying it for any worthy travellers. He remembered the following day. He had woken up to the sight of Duelen, standing with the other stolen horses. Bali had said that Kaldon had retrieved them. Most of the company were pleased and seemed a little kinder to Kaldon, but Belegond still didn’t trust him. Yanithë had also approached him that morning "So," she had asked him, "How goes it, my lord?". Belegond had smiled at her for she seemed very awkward, she also must of him staring at her for most of the night.

“My lady, I am fine, yourself?” he had asked.
“I am good….”
“You probably wonder why, I was looking at you last night, is that not true?”
“’Tis true.”

Belegond explained to her how his mother was a lady of Rohan, and how he had lived there once…..Belegond was interrupted at this point by Bali. He wanted them to ride now so they could reach Bree soon. Belegond turned to Yanithë, said farewell and went Duelen.

They had rode in silence mainly, and Belegond’s eyes were still upon Kaldon. By the time they reached the Prancing Pony it was dark and everyone was tired. Bali had briefed them all on what to was happen and told them all that tonight was a time to have fun, but also look for new warriors for the journey.

As he looked around the Inn his eyes fell upon Yanithë. She sat alone, near the back of the Inn, it seemed she was looking for people to recruit as well. Belegond walked over to her table and sat down opposite.

“Hello, My lady, I am sorry, I never finished our conversation”
“Indeed you did not, will you now?”
“Yes, I am intrigued by you, as my mother is from Rohan, I lived there when I was young. But I left, and I have never returned, not in many years. Rohan is one land that I do not travel in. That is one reason why I voted for the company to take the pass. How is Rohan these days?”

Belegond’s blue eyes looked into hers, would she think him strange for not wanting to go to Rohan, she might. But then she had not heard the full story.

[Himaran]

Bali had talked to several men from Gondor; and all wished to come and fight for Erebor. One of them, Haliro, was a man from the tower guard. He had been sent north on a special errand, but had finished his task and was willing to lend his sword the aid the dwarves.

Bali had also met a Ranger, known as Belfalod. He was a young man, about Kaldon's age, who wore a heavy brown cloak around him. He had piercing green eyes and short blond hair.

The warrior was eager to go on the journey, for he claimed to be heading east anyway. Bali saw the heavy bow and double quiver-set the man carried, but did not notice the pair of daggers kept behind his belt.

After making arrangements with his new followers, Bali returned to his seat at the back of the inn, poring over old maps and marking out routes. Eruantalon sat down with him.

"Erulon, this is my plan for our journey after we leave Bree. We head due west through the wastlelands, but turn south slightly to miss that marsh. Then we continue west, passing through weathertop, and at last reaching Rivendell. Few elves live there now to my knowledge, but some remain, as do dwarves and other folk. We will leave our horses and wagon there, and continue on foot.

After that our journey becomes perilous once more. We travel northwest for a day before we reach Caradhras. Then you come in, for I know you have made the journey over the pass before."

Erulon looked over the map closely. "Bali, I think it would be wise to keep our course south of the marsh, and stay far from weathertop. Its name among the dúnedain is black."

"Why would you say so? I know little of it other then that it is a place with shelter."

Eruantalon was now watching the entrance to the inn. A small group of the local guard had entered the common room, armed with short swords and stalves. It was obvious that they were looking for someone. "Bali, do you think that someone in our group has stirred up trouble?"

The dwarf eyed them, but sat back soon and sipped his ale. "I doubt it, but there is always the possibility. Probably nothing to worry about."

[Earendil Halfelven]

The Ranger sat there drinking the famed ale of The Prancing Pony.
"My compliments to you, Master Butterbur. Your ale is one of the reasons I stop here." Arlómë said to the master of the inn.
"Thank you Master Ranger. Its been awhile since you were here last." Butterbur said.
"I've been on many journies. Speaking of journies, I'm on one right now." Arlómë said in reply.
"Oh...and where might you be a headed?" Butterbur asked.
"To the dwarf mountain of Erebor. There's some trouble there, which I'm going to help out in." Arlómë answered.
"If I may say, sir, men shouldn't mix themselves up in dwarf business."
"Well, theres dwarf treasure involved as a reward." Arlómë answered with a wink.
"Oh...well thats a different story then." Butterbur said as he softly chuckled to himself. Suddenly, Butterbur looked up at Arlómë with a look in his eyes that said he was struggling to remember something.
"You wouldn't happen to be traveling with a dwarf by the name of Bali?" he asked Arlómë.
"As a matter of fact, I am. Bali is the dwarf who is leading us." Arlómë answered.
"There was some men who turned up yesterday asking for a Mr. Kaldon who would be traveling with a Bali the dwarf." Butterbur looked around the bar. "There goes one of them talking to someone else." Butterbur said.

Arlómë looked were Butterbur motioned. There was Kaldon talking to a man in a green cloak. He saw them talking to eachother in low tones and then they passed some papers between them. Arlómë knew that he must find Bali and warn him and some of the others. Maybe he should tell Ani Dao and Belegond. They could then pass the word onto the others to be on the watch. Arlómë got up to leave.
"Thank you Butterbur for your fine ale. May your ale ever be fresh and your inn ever full of travelers."
"Goodbye Master Ranger. Don't forget to stop by the Pony when you come back with some of that dwarf treasure." Butterbur said.

Arlómë looked around for Bali and some of the others. He saw Bali and Erulon sitting at a table in the corner, so he walked over to them.
"Bali, Erulon, I need to have a quick word with you two." Arlómë said quietly.
"Yes, Arlómë, what is it?" Bali said.
"I just found some information that some strangers have been asking for Kaldon. I've seen one of them and the look of the stranger says that he can't be trusted. I suspect that there is going to be trouble soon. Just because Kaldon saved a few horses doesn't mean that he is trustworthy."
Bali said nothing as he looked around and saw Kaldon talking to the stranger. Erulon looked over and saw some guards enter the Pony.
"We might have some trouble now." he said
Arlómë looke over and saw the local guard.
"I'm going out to find some of the others and warn them. I fear that we might have to leave Bree sooner than we thought." And with that said, Arlómë got up and walked out of the Prancing Pony. But he had the feeling that he should stay with Bali and Erulon. No, he thought. They can handle themselves.

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[Himaran]

Kaldon had talked to several men sent by his father. He had gotten all the information he needed, and had not been seen by anyone. That is, until he saw Arlómë talking with Bali, give him a suspicious look and leave the inn.

Kaldon now knew that he had been spotted. He was no longer safe in the company. I will have to leave the work to Belfalod, and hope that he wouldn't make the same mistake of being too obvious.

Kaldon hurried to his room, grabbed some things and shut the door, locking it.That may buy me a little time. He had failed to complete his mission within the group but had left a traitor in their midst, and one that Hogar (whom he now did not trust) did not know. He would now have the harder job of making the journey on his own. But that really didn't bother him.

Kaldon was making for the back stairs when he spotted the elf Burzdol coming up them.
"Where are you going, Kaldon." Burzdol's voice was heavy with suspicion.

"Going out for the night, where's none of your business." The elf made to stop him, but Kaldon had a knife in his hand and hurled it at him. Burzdol dodged it. And came at him.

The elf had exceptional fighting skills, dispite his lack of a weapon. He came at Kaldon with a series of punches, twists and flying kicks that would have proved deadly to an ordinary foe. But Kaldon was no ordinary foe. He dodged the blows and landed as solid kick into the elf's face, sending him crashing to the floor.

But as Kaldon came at him to finish him off with his second knife, Burzdol swung his one leg upward. It missed Kaldon's head but connected with his hand, sending the mattock into the wall. Kaldon reached down and grasped his arm and leg, and threw the elf at the far wall, but Burzdol twisted around and hit it feet first, landing on the floor in a crouch.

Kaldon then rushed him. Burzdol side-stepped, but Kaldon moved in sync with the elf and landed two more hard punches into his face. The elf hit the floor, hard. Retriving his mattocks, Kaldon made to throw one at him had not Burzdol leaped up again. Wipeing the blood off his pummled face, the elf (seeing the knives in his hand) disappeared down a stairwell.

The man fled the opposite way, not worrying about the alarm that would soon be sounded. He went out the door and disappeared into the night.

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[Kili]

Kili woke up and found himself in a room, his head still hurt after drinking all that ale. Kili then rememberd he was in the Prancing Pony and what Bali said. He went down to the comon room to search for likely warriors. He stood in the door way a glanced around the room. Belegond sat with the young woman, Kili saw Dain by himself he decided to apologise to him for what had happened out side the Green Dragon. He sat next to Dain.

"Hello my friend, and how are you?" said Kili smiling
"Very well, thankyou." replied Dain
"Sorry about earlier, outside the Green Dragon. I think I may came off as hostile. But Belegond is a great friend of mine and I owe him alot......." Kili's voice trailed off, "I owe him my life."

[Carlas]

Durin sat in the Prancing Pony, talking and drinking merrily. He had not found any real good warriors, but had found some young dwarves to talk with. He talked mainly of the adventures he had been on with his father and how he had defeated most easily(though he exadurated quite a bit).

He looked around the inn, as the others started to talk amongst eachother. It was like any other inn, loud and cheerful. It was also very crowded, dwarves, elves, men, even hobbits. It seemed to be very popular, though he understood why, the ale was great! He took a long sip and went back to his conversation.

[Frodess]

"How is Rohan these days?" he had asked. What a question!

"My lord, I could not tell you, for it has been a while indeed since I have walked in my own land. I fear, my lord, that I shall never return." With this, the woman (as she preferred to be called) halted her conversation. She told this man far too much. She looked down at her hands nervously. What would he say?

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[maikafanawen]

When the elf assassin walked into the inn, a warm aroma of food and pipe-weed welcomed her. After meeting with the rest of the company, she ventured outside to be with her horse. She had thought of a name for him; Uesse, which meant Unnamed. It was comical she thought, but nothing elegant to get attached too. The elf fastened a lead rope on his bridal and led him into the small stable yard. She walked him around her in a circle, having him jump for her. Ani Dao teased him with an apple then patted Uesse tenderly behind his ears. Mounting him, she rode him down the road of Bree looking at the different inns, smithies, and homes along its cobblestone road, Uesse’s hooves clinking rhythmically. She scanned the buildings and finally found the one she was looking for. Securing her horse’s lead rope on the porch railing, she stepped over the three steps and onto the porch of the apothecary.

The chimes by the door hummed faintly as she entered through the cedar door. The pharmacist recognized the girl from behind a pair of moon shaped glasses. She jumped up from where she was labeling the herbs and screeched:

“Ani Dao!!” The old woman ran towards the elf and began yelling at her, “you walked out of here three weeks ago without paying for the spices and herbs! I swore that if you ever came back I would give you a beating like your mother never thought of! You come here little girl, I’ll tear that golden hair right out of her head!!” The woman leapt at the hysterical Ani Dao, who held her arms back as she tried to recover from laughing.

“Peace, Kementurien! I’ve come to pay you silly witch.” Ani Dao shoved Kementurien back from her and tossed the bag of gold between them. The pharmacist put her hands on her hips and glared at Ani Dao. She looked at the bag on the ground and sweeped it up into her pocket, satisfied. Walking back over to the counter she resumed her task. Approaching the woman cautiously, the elf pulled up a chair and sat across from Kementurien.

“Um, Kemi?—”

“Silence child!” said the woman holding up a hand and rearranging her glasses on her nose. The old woman didn't except the fact that the assassin was 2700 years old, and some. Her appearance and simple attiude convinced Kementurien that Ani Dao was merely a child. So the elf waited patiently until the earth master was ready to speak with her.

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë walked down the street. He was unable to find any of the other members. But he was able to find a new recruit to join them on the journey. The new recruit, whose name was Einen, was going to meet Arlómë in the Prancing Pony. With no luck and no other members in sight, Arlómë passed by the apothecary on his way back to the Pony.
"I think somebody needs to be taught a lesson in minding his own business." said a voice behind him.
Arlómë turned. "Kaldon." he said. Kaldon had his pack and he was leading his horse towards the main gate of Bree. He was leaving.
"Where are you off to?" Arlómë asked, but he already knew the answer.
"Stop with the questions, Ranger! I just wanted to make sure that I left you with a goodbye present to remember me by."

Kaldon lunged at Arlómë with knife in hand. Arlómë dodged to the right, and at the same time his right hand grabbed Kaldon's knife hand and began to twist it. But then Kaldon twisted his body around, and aimed a kick into Arlómë's stomach. Arlómë was knocked back. Then Kaldon, sensing that he didn't have a lot of time to escape before the local guard showed up, through his knife directly at Arlómë's head. Arlómë had just enough time to draw his own knife and deflect Kaldon's deadly missile. With a yell of frustration Kaldon charged, but noticing the local guardsmen running to the scene and Ani Dao walk out of the apothecary, he stooped, picked up his knife, and jumped on his horse.
"Till we meet again, Ranger." Kaldon said. Then he was gone.

[Arien]

Belegond saw now that the woman was nervous. He wondered if he should venture on with the conversation about Rohan. He did, for he was curious.

"Why do you not go there?" there was silence,"We have something in common then!" Belegond smiled but inside he felt stupid. How could he suggest such a thing, surely her reason could be worse, or better. They sat for a long time, no one said anything, it was obvious to Belegond that he had touched something. Maybe she thought that he was another one of those men who thought he was better than her. Thats why she did not want to speak. But he was not.

He took another sip of his ale and waited for a answer.

[Himaran]

Kaldon road out of Bree in a hurry, but as soon as he was out he slowed the pace of his horse. He trotted up to a rockpile by the road, and waited there.

Soon Belfalod appeared. "Kaldon."

"Belfalod. I'm leaving now, with the rest of the group. Its in your hands now to take out Bali and stop the group. Here's one piece of information that you don't know. The cart is rigged and the wheel axles will break as soon as you hit bad weather. Oh yes, and one more bit of advice. Be friendly with everyone, especially the elf and that one ranger. And don't trust Hogar."

Kaldon road off, leaving Belfalod standing there. He made his way back inside Bree, and was on his way to the inn when he saw a man and elf talking that appeared to be from the group. "Hail, ranger," he said, recognizing the man's proffession. The man and elf turned...

[Frodess]

"I am sorry that I do not reply, my lord. Matters such as these are petty and should not be discussed. But, if you must, my lord. . ."

"I must, "replied Belegond.

"Well, there was a man whom I adored. he was in the Calvary with my brothers. But my parents refused to let us marry. I suspect it was becuase of his social class, but they made it seem like something more. Anyway, we had quite a dispute, and I left. I cannot return. Ever since then I have hardened myself to affection, or any sort of closeness. So, there you have it my lord, though I know not why I tell you this, for it makes me seem weak." She wanted to run out of the Inn right now and scream at the top of her lungs. She truly felt the fool.

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[Arien]

"Weak?" asked Belegond.

"Yes...."

"No you are not, you seem strong. For one you have told me a near stranger of one of your secrets. You are brave, not knowing my reaction, but still telling me. My lady do not harden yourself to affection!" Belegond smiled, he pondered his thoughts for a minute and then addressed her again, "There is already not enough love in this world without a strong maiden such as yourself closing her heart. It is true I know not much of your situation but all I can say is don't be sad, surely your love would want you to be free, happy?" Belegond paused to see her reaction.

[Frodess]

"I know not, my lord. I have not seen him in three years. My love for him seems to have faded. I was, after all, only fifteen, and they say a girl of that age cannot truly love. Do you believe that?" She almost smacked herself for saying so, but it could not be undone.

"My lord," said she, changing the subject. "You come of Rohan too? What forces you to leave? And do I know your family?" Yanithë looked down into her mug of water, trying to see her reflection. She awaited Belegond's answer.

[Arien]

At last the question he had dreaded came, but first he answered her first question.

“You are never too young to love some one…” he replied.

He took a sip of ale and started his story.

“……I was born in Rohan, my mother cared for the Mereas, and my father was a Ranger. For 7 happy years we lived in peace. Then one day when my father and I went out to hunt, our village was burnt to the ground. No one survived. We found my mother…” Belegond paused ”……We buried her and then we left, my father and I vowed to never set foot in Rohan again. Sometimes I think I was too young to make that decision, but I owe it to keep the promise for my father. My father and I have travelled all over, and we were happy once again. But 8 years ago my father was killed by orcs, needlessly, to save my life…………”

Belegond stopped. His heart pounded, he could feel tears forming in his eyes. The memory of his fathers death was too much. But he was a man, Yanithe would surely laugh to see him cry. He held his tears back and looked up.

[maikafanawen]

Finally Kementurien came out of her half-trance and focused on the elf in front of her.

“Now, child, what is it you want know. You must pay first, this time, understand?” said the earth master. Ani Dao nodded and began to tell her of her situation. She explained to her of the danger of Erebor and the people of the company. The assassin didn’t leave out the part about the bandits, and the suspicions, though she did not share them, of Kaldon and Hogar. Kementurien nodded, ‘mhmm’-ed and ‘I see’-ed at just the right spots. When Ani Dao was done with her story, Kementurien sat back in her cedar rocking chair.

“And what can I do?” asked the earth master. Ani looked around the room at all the jars of herbs and poultices displayed on shelves around the apothecary.

“This is my first adventure in where I travel with other people. I will undoubtedly get close with some of them, if not all of them. I do not know if I can handle them perhaps, dying. I haven’t experienced death at all yet.”

“But the dwarves, Ani Dao. They died in Moria when you were there,” the pharmacist began labeling her herb jars again. The elf stood up and walked to the wall behind the counter leaning against the rough wood, her head pressed against the partition from the outside.

“Yes, but they were natural deaths. Deaths that were expected, and celebrated, not brutal passings into Mandos’ hall! I’m taking about killings and murders—”

“You kill and murder child—”

“I mean friends!!” The assassin rounded on Kementurien annoyed with her placid comments. The earth master laid down her pen and stood up. Walking over to where the elf-maiden stood in desperation, she put her hand on Ani Dao’s head softly.

“Ani Dao, do you think you have stumbled upon something too quick. You have assumed to great a responsibility? Are you too weak to accomplish anything of use in this mission?” The gray eyes of the woman stared boldly into the fiery elves own blue eyes. Tears of frustration brimmed the latter’s eyes. Kementurien put her hand under Ani Dao’s chin and lifted it proudly.

“You are strong, Ani Dao. You will succeed, I feel it.” She brought forth a pouch containing three placid stones of different colors, and dumped them into her little palm. “These are river stones I have received from different peoples on my comings to Bree from Umbar. I have boiled them in herbs, and smothered them with song. This one,” she said, holding up a dark blue one, “was given to me by the dwarves of the ancient mountain to which you travel now. It will bring your company hope and courage.” She replaced it in the leather pouch and pulled forth now a light green one. “This I received from Thranduil, your native king. It will bring you stealth and secrecy.” Nestling that one besides the blue one, she pulled forth a gold one. “This one is most precious for it was said to have been wrought by Elbereth Githoniel herself. And it will bring you wisdom. Using this stone will help you decide what to do in a tough situation.” Putting all three stones in the bag and tying it shut, she handed it over to Ani Dao. “These, are gifts, for they are priceless. I have no use for them, so take them and use them wisely. They will serve whoever holds them, so if they are stolen, they could be worked against you. Be wary child.” Kementurien patted the elf’s cheek and scurried back to her counter. Remembering something suddenly she looked up again, "Oh yes, child. Remember this also: The stones may only be used one time each. Then their magic fades." Ani Dao was baffled that a woman whom she had known for only two months would give such precious gifts. She did not even know why this woman had been given these stones. Why would the dwarves, elves, or whoever gave her the third stone part with such dear an item? Deciding that time was not on her side, she kept her questions to herself and tucked the pouch inside her tunic, and hung the leather strap around her neck, nestling it besides her beloved feather pendant.

“Alright, now you can buy the herbs, spices, and medicines that will also help you on your journey.” Kementurien packed all the necessities that Ani Dao would need. Among them were medicines that would suck out poison, poultices that would cease bleeding, and herbs that would calm restless spirits. Placing all in a bag and clasping it shut, the earth master handed it over to Ani Dao, who paid generously in gold. The two friends embraced one last time, then the assassin slung the pack over her shoulder and left the apothecary.


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She came face to face with Arlome recovering from a fight with Kaldon as he rode off. The assassin thought to go after him, but decided better of it. Instead she hurried to see if Arlome needed help. He stood up as if unscathed and re-sheathed his knife. Turning towards the apothecary he greeted her.

“What happened?” asked the elf bewildered.

“Kaldon has betrayed us. I saw him conversing with another man at the Prancing Pony and reported it to Bali. He realized that I had discovered him out and fled. On his way out, I guess, he decided to avenge my actions. We fought, but the guard was coming so he left,” the dunedain stopped to catch his breath which was just coming back to him after the kick. His determined strength and extensive training served his recovery well. He informed the guard of Kaldon’s status and half went after him, while the other returned to the Prancing Pony to check on Bali and the others.

As the elf and dunedain spoke, a man named Belfalod approached them.

“Hail ranger!” said he, coming towards Arlome. After the swift attack, Arlome was cautious. His hand went to his bow, but Ani Dao stopped him. The man realized the tension and asked,

“What happened?” realizing that the two didn’t know who he was he introduced himself, “I apologize, my name is Belfalod, I have been recruited by Bali to join his company, in which you are part of I assume by your nature?” Arlome relaxed and stepped forward, extending his hand.

“Well met, Ranger Belfalod,” the two shook hands. “I am Arlome, and this is my companion Ani Dao.” Ani Dao bowed in the fashion of the elves. “We are indeed part of Bali’s company.” The guard returned without Kaldon and headed back towards the Inn. Ani Dao watched them.

“We better reunite with the company. I have a feeling our stay will be shorter than planned.” Ani Dao untied Uesse, placing the sack of medicines in the saddle bag and the three walked back towards the Prancing Pony.

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[Himaran]

Kaldon rode east for several days. Soon he came to the tower of weathertop. He tied up his horse and made his way to the dell, where he waited. Soon a small group of orcs appeared.

"What orders from the Tower, my lord," asked one. Kaldon dispised the creatures, but they were stupid enough to fight and die for his father.

"Within a few days a large party of men, elves and dwarves will be passing through this area. When they camp in the dell, attack and kill all of them. Their belongings and bodies will be yours."

The orc chieftain turned to his followers. "Here that, lads, tender manflesh right off the bone!" Cheers and snarls of anticipation met his ears.

Kaldon left them, and continued his ride east. Finally coming to the gates of Moria. Leaving his horse in the care of the orc guards there, he swiftly traveled through the labranth of tunnels, and was escorted over a new, wooden bridge over the chasm. He then set out on foot, and within several weeks reached Mirkwood.

He waited in the eaves of the forest for nightfall, and was then escorted by a man posing as a ranger in that area. He made it through in a few days, and then turned north, toward the dark tower of Ulignoth in the Weathered Heath of the Grey Mountains. It was where his father was based.

After passing through the gate and over the defense trench, he ascended to the top level of the tower, where he met his father.

It was a grand room, with large stone pillars set throughout. Everything was furnished with gold. Great windows and galleries were frequent, magestic tapestries were hung on the walls, and on a great throne, at the back of the room, sat his father.

"Welcome home, Kaldon. How goes the plan on your end of the world."

Kaldon sat down at a table, took a sip from the wine glass there, and helped himself to some of the finer parts of the feast laid out.

"Everything is in place. Belfalod is in the group, orcs are waiting to attack at Weathertop, pitfalls have been dug along the Caradhras, and of course, that force of Uruk Hai is waiting near Mirkwood. I would highly doubt if even a few of the company reach Erebor. By the way, have you attacked?"

"Ah, yes. My first attack group moved out yesterday at noon, to set up a fortified camp north of the mountain."

Kaldon chuckled. "No need to get hasty, eh father."

"No, none at all. I do not wish to give them time to rally forces. I have heard news that a Gondorian army recently left Minas Tirith, bound north. I hope to have taken the mountain long before they arrive, if they do at all."

Kaldon had ate and drank his fill, and now sat back and lit a full pipe. "So, what is my next assignment. You know I get restless if I'm sitting around all the time."

"Yes, we can't have you getting out of shape, can we. I want you to head west, and see what sort of trouble you can cause for the group. Your mission to kill Bali is still unfinished. And what of Hogar? Has he defected?"

Kaldon removed the pipe from his mouth long enough to speak. "No, but he is no longer working for us. He has taken to hanging around a hobbit called Sarello. He is slowly turning."

"Well, in that case, forget about the group. We have enough obstacles in their way. Your next assignment is to find and kill Hogar, at any cost. I do not need you here when I attack anyway."

Filling his pouch with pipeweed, Kaldon bowed and left the presence of his father. He took his leave of the great fortress, bound west.

[Himaran]

Eruantalon left Bali to sit at the table, puzzling over the map. He ordered another drink and some food, then sat and watched the guardsmen went back and forth through different parts of the dining and common rooms. They were definantly looking for someone. But who, that is the question.

Then he saw Burzdol come back. He was holding a cloth to his face. Then he stopped at a builboard, noticing something on it. The elf turned and dashed through the bar and into the commons room.

I wonder what that was all about. He must have been disturbed by something.

The man made his way over to the billboard, and searched for the one that alarmed Burzdol. He soon found it, reading the words in a state of shock. Oh, no.

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[Himaran]

RESERVED!

For Burzdol's Post In Which He Finds the Wanted Notice:

[Himaran]

Bali looked up from his map as Burzdol ran up. "What happened to you," inquired the dwarf his face full of concern. It was obvious that Burzdol had been attacked.

"No time to talk. Get up, quickly, and follow me. Hurry!" Burzdol pulled Bali along and shoved him up the stairs of the inn, into the dorm area. Bali protested, but the elf wasn't listening. As they went along he explained.

"Bali, Kaldon was a traitor. I tried to stop him leaving, but he overpowered me and deserted. Before he left he posted a fake Wanted sign for you. It says that you are wanted for robbery and murder in the Shire. Every bounty hunter in Bree, as well as the entire guard force, is looking for you currently, and will not hesitate to kill. It is a miracle that no one found you yet."

They reached one of the rooms. Burzdol opened the door, and pushed Bali inside. "Stay here. I will arrange things to have this hallway protected. I must gather the group and find a way to smuggle you out. Whatever you do, don't open the door!"

He disappeared, and the door was shut. Bali was left in the darkness, crouching behind one of the beds. How could this be happening...

[Frodess]

"No, don't cry my lord,"whispered Yanithë, tears forming in her own eyes. She could not stand to see others cry and that was her "weakness". She searched for his hand and grasped it in comfort.

"I believe a new day has arrived. With this journey, I believe all of our lives will be changed. Perhaps for the better." She smiled, looking him in the eyes. A new day would dawn.

[maikafanawen]

The trio, consisting of Ani Dao, Arlome, and Belfalod, entered the Inn just as the guard had begun questioning Mr. Butterbur, requesting information on a certain dwarf, Bali. The elf, man and dunedain ran into Burzdol as he came running down the stairs. Ani Dao, noticing the bruise on his jaw, rushed to him, concerned. He brushed her away, and told them of their situation.

“Bali is wanted!” The three newcomers exchanged concerned faces. Burzdol acknowledged them by producing the notice he had retrieved from the bulletin board. He handed it to Belfalod who whispered what it read:

WANTED: For robbery and murder in the Shire.
(Dead or Alive)

Name: Bali
Race: Dwarf
Age: Middle Aged (55), but appearing young.

Dwarf is about a foot smaller than a grown man. Bali has a long brown beard and a scar over one eye. Carries a large, single-edged fighting axe, with a curved blade in the style of the Erebor Dwarves. Also, he carries a number of throwing axes (miniatures of his war axe).

If found, please bring to any police force in the Shire or Bree. Reward is 50 gold pieces.


Dismay crept across the faces of the three and Belfalod gave the paper back to Burzdol who folded it and put it inside his tunic.

“What do we do?” asked Ani Dao, her mind working to think of a plan.

“Well we must hide Bali,” said Burzdol, refolding the rag, revealing his bruised face, he gently replaced it and resumed. “I have shut him in his room. I am giving each of you a designated position: Ani Dao,” he looked towards the elf assassin, hardened and ready for her duty. He immediately wished the circumstances were different. “Your place will be the stairway leading up to the dorm area, let no guard pass you! Arlome, I want you and Belfalod to find Yanithe and Belegond and search for an escape out of Bree.” As the two rangers left he turned back to the elf. “Help me round up the others. They will take the common room and dispose of any one who means to capture Bali. And if you find Astarielle, tell her that she will guard the opposite stair way to you.” Ani Dao nodded and rushed to rally the remainder of the company.

Ani Dao found the dwarves Gromfelt, Durin, Dain and Kili talking merrily with some new recruits and brashly informed them of the company’s situation. Standing up immediately, the dwarves began to follow Ani Dao to their designated places. The elf gave a secret smile to her dwarven friend Durin and drew her sword. As soon as Belegond and Yanithe left with Arlome and Belfalod, Butterbur and the guard turned and spotted them. While half of the company made it to their places, Ani Dao stood with Durin to blockade the guard’s passage to Burzdol as he made his way up the stairs to join Erulon in front of Bali’s room, Or prison, thought Ani Dao. The friends drew their weapons in defense of the oncoming guard ...

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[Himaran]

Eruantalon watched Burzdol give orders to the other elf and the rangers. They disappeared down the stairs to do their alloted tasks. That elf certainly has leadership potential.

"Burzdol, you cover Ani Dao's stairwell, I will cover Astarielle's." The elf nodded in acknowledgement. Soon they heard the clash of conflict on the stairs...

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain gritted his teeth and stood shoulder to shoulder with Kili. "Aye, Kili, you said you did not know me well before. There is no better way than to get to know another dwarf than in the heat and blood of battle. Let's hope that we will fight well and true, and live to see a better day, and toast each other's health.

"And I will second that," Kili responded with a roar. "And may we live to call each other cousin once again!"

Then the two dwarves unsheathed their weapons, and began to organize the new recruits, instructing them what to do and where to stand if the ongoing guards managed to slash through the defenses. The common room would not be easy to take or hold, for they must stop every one who came through seeking to capture Bali.

They ran rapidly for cover behind tables and under the bar, crouching down with their weapons held close and waiting for the first
sign that the enemy was upon them. They could hear the sound of warfare coming nearer as the first clashes broke out on the stairwell.

A roar went up, and out of nowhere a man, mortally injured, called out in pain, then collapsed with his body crashing down the stairs. Who had gutted him with a sword, Dain could not say. But the next one coming into the common room was not so bloody or dead. Kili stood up, weapon in hand, and charged forward to join the fray. All though the Inn could be heard the first sounds of frenzied fighting and striving.

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[Arien]

"Thankyou...."said Belegond but he was interuppted by Arlome.

"Kaldon is a traitor! Bali has been set up by him and now all the bounty hunters and guards in Bree will be looking for him!" Arlome handed the wanted sign to them. As soon as they had finished they got up.

"What must we do?" asked Yanithe.

"Follow us", this came from the Ranger standing next to Arlome, Belegond hesistated waiting for and introduction.

"I am Belfalod, but we need hast this is no time for a merry metting"

"You are right let us go" and with that they headed out of the Inn.

The night was cold, and the stars shone through the clear sky above.

"I go to get supplies" and with this Belfalod ran to towards the stables.

"Let us check the gates" suggested Belegond,"The Northen gate will be heavily guarded, for that is the main one."

"Then I think you sould take the south, Yanithe the East and I the West. Let us meet back here as soon as we find anything." And Arlome sprinted of in the direction of the West gate.

"Goodbye my lady" and then Belegond and Yanithe sprinted in their directions.

Belegond reached the south gate in no time at all, there seemed to be nobody there apart from one lone guard sitting smoking a pipe. It should be easy enough to knock him out.

Belegond walked out of the shadows and said "Quite a night we have tonight, sir."

"Yes it is, beautiful" replied the guard not looking up,"You should be inside young sir, there is a murderer about. Goes by the name of Bali. Very dangerous"

"Oh really", Belegond was now in front of the guard and he took one punch and he was out cold. Belegond dragged him into his hut and the headed back to the meeting place.

[Kili]

Kili lept from Dain's side to the man that had just fallen down the stairs. With a great roar Kili swung his axe and the very young man fell to the ground, no wounds,but out cold. Dain then jumped out and pulled Kili down to the floor just missing a deadly swipe from a axe.

"Thank you my cousin"

"No need" replied Dain grinning from ear to ear,"the battle is not won yet, let us not tarry here any longer." Dain proceeded to get up and knocked a few more guards out cold.

Kili wiped his brow, blood was on his hand. His head had been knocked as he hit the ground. Dain, the recruits and he cleared the common room of guards. Dain put the recruits at each door to be sure no one else entered by that way. Kili tied the unconceous guards up and then stood next to Dain.

"Well, shall we join the others and defend the stairs?" asked Kili.

"Yes let us go," they ran and joined Ani Dao.

"The common room is cleared, and safe. What shall we do now?" asked Kili. Blood now dripped down his face. But he didnt care, he was in battle, this is what he loved, craved.

[Carlas]

Durin stood by Ani Dao, weapons out and ready. He could hear people coming towards them, and he held up his axe preparing to fight. As the first person turned the corner Durin smiled and turned to Ani Dao "Finally!"

The first man ran towards them, his sword raised, but Durin stopped him with his axe before he got much farther. The others came, swinging their swords wildly in the air. Durin and Ani Dao fought side by side, determined not to let them past. When the last man fell, they both smiled triumphantly.

"That wasn't very hard, kind of disapointing actually."Durin said leaning against his axe.

Ani Dao looked over at him "I don't think thats all, there are more yet to come!"

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao’s specialty was stealth and agility. The former would be of no help now, but she would need the latter here. The elf stood not three feet away from her comrade Durin, who held his axe bravely in front of him, his eyes burning with excitement. The elf gave out a wild laugh and lunged forward. It was a mock attack however and when the guard leapt to meet her, she had stepped aside and sent him crashing head on into the wall. She quickly unsheathed a knife and pinned the unconscious man’s shirt to the wall, securing him there. Kneeling down and spinning to avoid the sword that swiped the air above her she gave out a low kick that sent the second guard sprawling behind her. The fall had done him no harm, however, and he was up in a second and after her. The elf took out her own sword and slashed at the air between them. The man stepped back, and his eyes strayed behind her. Ani Dao took the hit and leaned sideways just as another sword joined the fight. Kicking it with great force to the side, she hammered the back of the guard’s head with the butt of her sword then did a round house kick to take out the dumbfounded guard before her. The assassin turned quickly to meet more guards. But none came.

A figure moved from the shadow of the Inn as the dwarves moved to aide her and Durin. A sarcastic smile flickered across the elf’s face as she saw who it was.

“Tr Dalon,” she whispered. Tr Dalon had been a nefarious mercenary in Umbar. She had met him on a travel, and secured him in a prison there. He must have escaped for he stood now before her.

“Greetings old friend.” The mercenary spit on the floor between them, but Ani Dao kept her eyes on the man before her. He settled his sword on his shoulder and announced, “They told me you headed north to the Shire.”

“They?”

“Yes. The prison guards before I slit their throats.” He demonstrated for her slowly, yet her gaze did not waver. The elf’s hard blue eyes bore into him like a drill. Detecting a hint of fear, she quickly propelled a knife that landed right on the drop of the mercenary’s spit. His eyes glanced down and Ani Dao took that moment to attack. She had fought with him before, and her false attack move would not fool him. So she lunged true. Thrusting her sword at his chest she was knocked away by his deflection. Nodding sarcastic approval, she turned fast causing him to jolt. In the instant he realized her bluff, she changed her mind and sent a high kick into his jaw, sending him careening out the nearest window. Leaving the sounds of continued fighting behind her, she leapt through the new exit to meet the mercenary. Tr Dalon was on his feet in a second and threw a knife at Ani Dao’s head. Deciding that ducking might cause it to kill someone else, she attempted to shatter it with a heave of her sword. It worked, and Tr Dalon cursed.

“I swore that when I got out of that cell I’d find you and make you pay for the gold you cost me right along with my ship and the years of time I spent wallowing in that pitiful town of Umbar!” The mercenary’s eyes blazed red and came at her with the fury of a storm. Caught off guard, Ani Dao’s sword was knocked away and sent spinning across the yard. Trying to dodge the maddening swings of his swords, she was slowly backed up to the wall. When the elf was three feet away, she turned and used the partition to flip over her opponent. Succeeding, she gave a hard kick to his neck that sent him writhing in pain on the ground. The grip on his sword weakened, and Ani Dao kicked it away.

“Alright down there Tr Dalon? Want me to get you a drink.” A dark hate shadowed the mercenary’s eyes as he groped for the dagger at his side. A knife from the elf girl’s hand stopped him, making him scream as the blade cut through his wrist. “How many men did you bring with you, demon? How many did you promise part of the gold only to later decide to slit their sorry throats?” Ani Dao fell to her knees beside him and gripped the collar of his shirt in her hands. She could feel his throat swelling with blood and him gasping helplessly for air. Leaning down close to his ear she whispered to him, “It took me three years to heal from that slice you gave me. My friend was not so lucky. The town you burned still lies in ashes, along with the bodies of its people. So, my friend, I believe you owe me.” His eyes brimmed with tears of helplessness and he choked out, “Anything … take anything!” He suddenly realized the mistake of his offer. Tr Dalon’s eyes widened. The man began to correct himself, but his life was suddenly taken from him. Shutting her eyes, tears of relief, running through the creases, Ani Dao stood, remembering the innocent town he had burnt to find the treasures hidden there. Wiping them away quickly, she hid the body behind a compost pile, resolving to attend to it later, if there was a later. She had avenged the ravaged town outside of Umbar, and spared others in line.

Smiling triumphantly, almost oblvious to the true horrors of death, she returned back to the stair landing to aid her friends ...

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[Frodess]

Obediently, Yanithë headed East, searching for she knew not what. Upon reaching the East Gate, the girl dismounted. There was a figure leaning on the wall of the Gate in a slouch. Yanithë approached.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where I am? I seem to have lost my way." She smiled very innocently.

"Well hullo!" cried the gatesman. He appeared to be drunk. "I an't seen such a beauty in such a time! Come 'ere and gives mes a kiss!" He disgusted her so much that she felt ready to hit her, but she withstood this feeling and remembered how the Drink affects men.

"Why, sir, I know not your name. Could you give it?"

"Yessss, me lovessss. I's thes King Aragornsss." With this, he giggled and burped.

"Why, you are so delightfully funny!" Luckily in the darkness he could not see the look of pure revolsion on her face. An idea came to her. She rubbed her hands in anticipation.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol knocked on Bali's door. "They raised the price of your head, 150 gold pieces. Bet you Kaldon is behind this."

"Just stand guard and help Ani Dao if needed."

"Okay. Shhh, someone's coming," he said noticing a strange man approach. The sword clutched in his right hand made the elf uneasy.

The stranger came to Burzdol. "I need to find this dwarf," he held up a wanted poster, "Have you seen him?"

"Who are you? And why do you want to know?" the elf asked meeting him as he reached for the door.

"I was hired to find and kill this dwarf. I don't think you can stop me elf. I'm supposed to check this room. Now move!" he shouted raising his sword.

Before he swung the, elf caught his arms with his left hand. His right arm followed into a punch in his weary face. The man fell back, dropping his sword. He let out a scream of pain as he jumped up. The man's hands held his bleeding face. One of them fell to grasp a dagger in his belt. Burzdol ran at the man, stopping short at the sight of his knife. This should help me beat that Kaldon next time. Hah, this will really help. Instead of countinuing his charge, Burzdol waited. The man, instead, charged. The elf dodged to the side and the man continued running. He was slower because of his pain and didn't turn right away. Burzdol took the advantage and landed a kick in his back. Again the man fell over. Burzdol walked over and picked the man up. "Ani, watch out, some ones coming down. Do what you like with him." The elf threw the man down the stairs.

"Bali they now know where you are. Stay there though, we can keep them away," he said as he wiped away blood off his shoulder. During the fight the blade had gotten him in the arm.

"Well, keep guard as best you can. Yell if you need help. I'll come out to help a friend."

"Thanks."

"Burzdol, Burzdol. We have a small group of visitors. They're looking for Bali," Ani Dao said yelling up the steps.

"Let them come," the elf said drawing his Gondorian sword.

Four more men came up the steps. The first two were unprepared. He thrust his sword into them and shoved them down the stairs. The other two pushed their comrads aside and thrust up shields to block the elf's sword. One pushed Burzdol against the wall. Upon impact the sword fell to the floor. The other, however, got out a hatchet and hacked at Bali's door. The one holding Burzdol got out a knife and thrust it at the elf, Burzdol dodged and got out from between the shield and wall. As soon as he was free he jumped the one that was hacking at the door. The elf grabbed his hatchet and threw it at the other man, it burrowed itself in the man's chest. Then he grabbed his own dagger and stabbed it at the man below him. The elf got up and regained his breath.

He walked to the top of the stair case. Ani Dao had been standing at the bottom shooting arrows into a group of men. Burzdol grabbed his own bow and started to shoot. When the successfully killed the mob they sat down. No sooner had they done this, a group of police came. In their hands clutched short, sturdy swors. Burzdol ran to Ani Dao's side, after he picked up his sword.

"I believe you are causing a disturbance today," an obvious leader said to the pair. "That is liable for the hanging sentence."

As he went on, Burzdol whispered to Ani Dao, "On my signal attack."

"What was that you said?" he asked Burzdol. The elf spat in his face. Before the leader had the chance to retaliate the pair were on his force. Burzdolo punched the man in the face and took him to the ground. The elf hit him again and got up to fight. Throughout the encounter, he saw Ani Dao fight tremendously. All he saw were bits of her, but they were enough to figure out that she had some fights underneath her belt.

Together they defeated the remaining police and went to the top of the stairs. They talked to Bali for awhile before more came. Since the two were at the top they just shot down arrows into the swarm.

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Hogar fought a few men seeking Bali. He then noticed a police force move into the inn. He took Serello and hid behind a table. "Stay here, Serello. If they get you I don't know what I'd do."

"No I coming with you. I can fight now and I want to help."

"Fine, let's go then master hobbit," the two went to work killing any person in search of Bali. A man ran to swing at the hobbit. Suddenly, he fell over. Serello stared in bewilderment. Hogar walked over and pulled a throwing hatchet out of the man. "That's how you throw a hatchet. You try."

The pair continued to fight and Serello learned from the dwarf. Serello charged into a gathering of men and came out the only one standing. Hogar laughed, thinking it was awesome for a hobbit.

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Burzdol was getting tired, but wouldn't let up. Not while he was trying to help Bali. Already he had killed more than twenty men, searching for the reward of Bali's head.

Now he had a new found respect for Ani Dao. He noticed that she was not only beautiful, but also deadly. Now he liked her more and more.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë hurried down the crowded street to the west gate of Bree. He ran by some local guards that were hurrying in the opposite direction, towards the Pony. As he ran by he heard one of them say, "...ready your swords men. There's some crazy elves picking a fight at the Pony. The killer dwarf is probably there also..."
So, they know where Bali is, thought Arlómë. Those guards are in for it also, he thought as he chuckled softly.

As he reached the west gate he knew that it was going to be in vain to try to go out that way. There were five guards checking everyone trying to leave Bree. It would be easy to defeat those five guards, but they would obviously be pursued. They needed to get out quietly.

Arlómë turned and bumped into somebody.
"Excuse me..." Arlómë began. "Oh, hello Einen."
"Umm...Arlómë, right?" Einen asked.
"Yes."
"I was just on my way to the Pony. Some guards were..." Einen began but Arlómë interrupted.
"Yes, I know. Quick follow me." Arlómë said as he headed back towards the meeting spot. On the way he made sure that Einen knew what he was getting himself into. Einen still wanted to go.
"With elves and rangers in the company, I can learn fast." Einen said.
Arlómë knew that he would have to learn fast, possibly by tonight if they got into any more trouble.

[Arien]

Belegond walked back to the Inn, as to not to look too suspicious. The cold wind blew through his hair, and he shivered. It was frezzing, and he could see his breath in front of him. He kicked a stone along the muddy ground and into a near by puddle. He looked into its reflection. Belegond saw what looked to be 10 or so guards heading his way.

"We need to block the south gate, it is nearest the Inn and no doubt they will try to escape this way" said one of the guards.

Belegond cursed, they would not be able to get out that way. They could but Belegond wasn't sure whether Bali was ready to sacrifice innocent lives.

"Sir?"

Belegond froze, surely they could not be talking to him.

"Sir!" they repeated once again, Belegond spun around to face the group. "Have you seen anything? It seems one of our guards has been attacked."

"No sorry, but I must go, I have heard that there is a vicious mob of Elves and a murderous dwarf about, I must get home to my wife and children!"

"We did not mean to stop you, carry on and go home quickly."

Belegond turned on his heels and sprinted aroun the corner to the front of the Inn. Stupid guards. Ha, how could anyone fall for that? Well we cannot take the south I wonder whether the others have had any luck?

Belegond waited for a while, he could hear cries from the Inn. Two guards stood posted at each door, there was no way of gettig in. Soon enough Arlome and Yanithe arrived.

"I have had no luck", he said to the two.

"Niether I", Arlome relpied looking glum.

The two rangers looked towards Yanithe who was smiling.

"I think I can get us out!"

[Himaran]

Erulon had slain several mercenaries attempting to get into Bali's room, but had left most of the fighting to Burzdol. The man did not like the idea of killing another man even out of self defence.

He pulled Burzdol aside during a brief repsite from the fighting. "Remember, do not kill guards if it is not necessary. We do not wish to become like the murderers that they have taken us for."

The elve's eyes were red with wrath. "But they wish to kill Bali, and would have if it had not been for us defending him."

"Aye, but remember, the guards have been told that he is the murderer. They are merely doing their job. The mercenaries are the only ones that we can feel justified in slaying. Stick to your sword flat, and lay aside your bow. Save your arrows for orc necks, our real enemies."

The elf was silent for a moment. "You are right, Erulon. I will try harder to control myself."

"As will I, Burzdol. I can get out of control, too." Then they heard the clash of metal. More mercenaries attacking Ani Dao's postition.

"I must help her, Erulon." The man nodded.

"I will try to find a way to sneak Bali out of the inn." The friends went their separate ways, Erulon, heading to the window. Taking a rope, he climbed out of the inn. Finding the rangers Arlome and Belegond, he relayed information to them and recieved the plan which Yanithe had created.

He then went to the stables, and got the wagon ready. He drove it over to Bali's window, and helped the dwarf climb down into the wagon. Hiding the dwarf in a closed barrel, first adding large airholes, he transtorted Bali over near the gate where Yanithe was singing to a guard. He waited for her signal...

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt breathed heavely. The warriors they had sent to collect Bali were weak, febile men. Still, there were too damed many of them. Ani Dao was at the stairs with her bow. Kili on the left, Dain on the right. He and Durin were in the middle. A man charged him, he ran farward. Sudenly two more appered. In a second two fell to the ground, one from a arrow, one from a hand axe. The third man halted and turned toward towards Ani Dao with her bow, then he looked at Grom, reaching for his other throwing blade. He ran. Two others did likewise, but there were at least three of stouter heart who took their place. Gromfelt grimed as one of them charged him. He had his axes in hands, and took a stance by the foot of the stairs. Sundenly a screem pieced the room. And Gromfelt lost fouces on the man as he turned to his left. Kili had an arrow in his sholder. He was running blidly toward a man with a bow. But that wasn't asounding thing. After he despaced the man, he charged the rest of them head on, seemingly unaware of the shaft potruding from him. They scatered like flys. Gromfelt didn't have time to see what happened next, the man running for him raised his sword. An arrow from Ani Dao bought him sone time, and two swift strokes, that's all it took to get rid of the fellow. Then Grom looked up. The first wave of men were gone. Dain was already looking at Kili,but he was laughing, and Grom noticed that the shaft was gone "Did ya see their faces? Hit my armor. Fell off and still they kept running." He said, barly able to contain his mirth. All the dwarfs grined. "There'll be more" said Dain, now frowning in thought. "Lots more, hope they get Bali out of here soon." "No rush," said Gromfelt, taking his place back at the staircase. "the more the merrier." Then there was a comotion upstairs. Horses nighed, and tense voices wispered outside. Bali was breaking out.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

The two men stood there in the dark, barely able to hold in their laughter as they watched Yanithë sing a lullaby to the drunk guard. Arlómë and Einen stood there waiting for her plan to work. This was hilarious! But they had to be serious...

At first Yanithë, Erulon, and Belegond were suspicious of Einen and his "sudden" appearance right after the fight started. But Arlómë told them that he had recruited him long before all this started earlier in the day. Erulon and Belegond and the wagon containing Bali in the barrel were across the street also hiding in the shadows.
"Yanithë has a nice voice. If I wasn't looking at her, I'd take her for an elf maiden." Einen said.
Arlómë looked over at him with a sly smile.
"Don't even entertain the thought." he said.
"What?" Einen asked with a little sarcasm.
"I detect some attraction in your voice. She is a traveled hardened warrior from Rohan. You have more important things to worry about for now, like getting out of Bree. Worry about that stuff later." Arlómë said. He didn't mean to discourage the boy but now was not the time...

Arlómë could see that her plan was working. The guard was sitting on the ground and his head was nodding. Almost...
"What are you two doing out here?" came a voice from behind.
Oh no, thought Arlómë. They turned around. It was two local guards; a short one and a tall one. Arlómë stepped in front to block their view of Yanithë.
Good thing the others and the wagon with the other horses are across the street, Arlómë thought with some relief.
"Well, answer up! You fellows look pretty suspicious just standing here in the dark." the short guard asked.
"And who was that singing? I thought I heard something..." the other guard said looking around. Arlómë glanced behind him. Yanithë was gone and the guard was asleep. Good she's gone, Arlómë thought.
"We were investigating the singing also." Einen said. "But we just found this drunken guard." Einen motioned behind him at the guard.
"Not again!" the tall guard said. "Grum is drunk and asleep and on a night such as this."
"You two are under arrest. Come with us for questioning." the short one said. "Give us your weapons."
Einen was about to protest, but Arlómë elbowed him to be silent. The sooner these guards leave the better for Bali and the rest, Arlómë thought. So without further delay, Arlómë and Einen were disarmed and led off towards the guard station.

In the shadows on the other side of the street, Belegond, Erulon, and Yanithë watched with growing dismay as their two friends disappeared down the street with the guards.
"Should we help them?" Yanithë whispered to Erulon.
"No. I trust the Ranger and his skills. They will escape. Now's our chance...let's get out of this stinking town." Erulon said.

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[Himaran]

Erulon stared into the blackness that had swallowed up Arlome and his friend Einin. He was worried, but he knew that Arlome was a ranger. He had gone with the guards to draw the heat off the wagon with Bali, and with the knowledge that he and Einin would get out easily enough.

"Should we help them?" Yanithë whispered to Erulon.

"No. I trust the Ranger and his skills. They will escape. Now's our chance to leave peacfully... let's get out of this stinking town."

And so Yanithe, Erulon and Belegond left Bree, closing (but leaving unlocked) the gate through which they had left. They traveled for a while, until the town was out of sight. Yanithe and Belegond road on horseback while guiding the other horses, and Erulon drove the wagon.

Finally, they deemed it was safe to let Bali out of the barrel. He was rather annoyed, but tried not to show it; as he was a friendly dwarf. "Thank you, my friends, for your help in my protection. But where are the others?"

Erulon answered: "They are coming in their own time and in their own way. We will meet them at Weathertop."

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Back at the inn, Burzdol gave the signal. "Everyone, make for Weathertop! The others will meet us there with the horses."

And so the warriors fled from Bree, having acieved their objective, in their own way....

[Arien]

The four companions had been riding for three days now and the first rays of light were peeping up from the hills. Belegond thought of Bree. Whether Kili was ok, he was sure he would be especially with his new found friend Dain. And what about the rest, hopefully they would make it to Weathertop. And Arlome and Einen, but they should be ok.....hopefully.

And then his thoughts drifted to Yanithe, she was riding beside him with a few of the horses tethered to hers. Her fair face glowed in the rising sunrise, he had to admit she was beautiful. Her hair blew back in the morning breeze and her eyes shone bright. As for her singing, he could have mistaken her for an elf if had not known better. But it was true she was just not a pretty face, she was strong. He then remembered the Inn, he had cried and she had seen him, how stupid could he get? She must of thought...he did not know what she thought, he longed to know though.

"Are you hungry Bali?" Belegond turned to the Dwarf who sat crossed legged in the wagon.

"No, thankyou, although I could do with some water", he replied.

Belegond handed a canteen over to Bali who said thankyou and started to drink.

Time passed quickly and it was soon mid-day, but they had nothing to eat because Belfalod had all the supplies. They continued. Belegond took off the chain from his neck, he contemplated whether he should leave it as a sign for the others to follow. He decided he should. He kissed it and then discarded it.

"Did you leave that as a sign to follow us by?" asked Yanithe.

"Yes, incase there is a group without a Ranger. Hope fully they will have sense to pick it up."

"Why?", she asked, concern in her eyes.

"It is......was my fathers."

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[maikafanawen]

The rest of the company fled the Prancing Pony at Burzdol’s command. On Exiting the Inn, the group saw about a dozen guards flanking each side headed towards the inn at a run.

“Astarielle! Take the dwarves out of Bree!” Burzdol kept his eyes on the oncoming police.

“But—” protested the elf maiden.

“Just go!” Ani Dao stood back to back with Burzdol, sword raised and ready for th assault. Astarielle led the dwarves back into the Inn and out the back exit.

Surrounded, Ani Dao whispered to Burzdol;

“Are you crazy? I was never good with ratio comparisons, but my senses tell me we are definitely outnumbered!” Burzdol had realized that before he told the she-elf of his plan.

“They are coming from both sides. Hit their swords with enough fury to make so much noise that we can slip away and they’ll end up fighting each other.” Burzdol made it sound easy, but Ani Dao was doubtful at the numbers of their opponents. Gripping her sword with both hands, she struck the attackers with such force that the sound was almost deafening. Wild with fear and energy, the guards thrashed about at the two elves. The police soon found that they were clashing swords with one another and the two “outlaws” had vanished down an alley.

Pursuing, they tripped over barrels and erected barriers set up quickly by the two retreats. Ani Dao stopped momentarily to weave a piece of whip across the alley a foot above the ground. Leaping away just in time, half of the guard tripped and fell over the snare. Cheering silently, she ran to catch up with Burzdol. The two wove in and out of alleys for the better part of an hour in attempt to through their chasers off their trail. Finally succeeding they crouched low in the shadows of an old stable.

“How do we get out of Bree?” asked Ani Dao. Stealthily checking out each gate, they discovered that they were guarded heavily and retreat would have to be made through, over, or under the surrounding wall.

“Wait! I have an idea!” Staying out of the lights, the assassin led them to the apothecary.

A dusty aroma tickled their senses as they entered the store. Kemi came immediately towards them holding a bag of food and other necessary supplies. Two newly made and thick cloaks were draped over each arm and newly sharpened arrows were nestled inside a leather bundle. In answer to the confused faces Kemi explained:

“I heard of the fight at the Inn. I thought you might drop by.” She smiled cleverly and handed the bag to Ani Dao and gave each of them a cloak. The arrows she gave to Burzdol, who took them gratefully and added them to his own quiver. Ani Dao fumbled for her money pouch but the woman stopped her. “Don’t worry about payment. You ave me three times the worth of that las bag. These are well covered.” She winked and clasped the brooch under the elf’s chin.

“Many, many thanks, Kemi.” The pharmacist brushed away the comment and ushered them out the back of her shop.

“in my fence is a weak post. Pull it out and a small forest grows behind it. Between the New Moon, the rain, and its own shadows, you should not be detected. Then you are free, but be careful child.” Ani Dao felt the pouch of stones snug inside her vest and kissed old woman on her forehead.

“Goodbye.” The two left the apothecary and found the false post. Looking one last time at her old friend before exiting the yard, Ani Dao bowed her head and followed Burzdol out of Bree into the forest.

“Do you think Astarielle got the others out?” Ani Dao asked stepping over a rotting tree. Burzdol nodded.

“They’re fine.”

“And the rangers? Yanithe?” Burzdol nodded. Ani Dao accepted it and brushed a stray branch out of her way.

“Good.” She then laughed quietly.

“What?” asked the other elf, not having the slightest idea of what she might find amusing or even humorous. The she-elf shrugged.

“That was fun. I thought it would take longer. Pretty lucky we dropped in to see Kemi. We got food too. Bet the others weren’t so lucky. We’ll find them soon eh? Weathertop or other?” Burzdol stopped and looked at her.

“And you’re just so calm about this whole thing?” Ani Dao nodded without hesitation. The elf shrugged and continued walking. They had a three days journey ahead of them if all went well. Both of them smiled inwardly, secretly thankful for the walk together.

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[Frodess]

Yanithë felt rather triumphant in her plan of sneaking the company out of Bree. She was so happy, in fact, that she almost felt she would squeel with delight, but no. After a few hours, it was back to business. Indeed Yanithë was glad that she could help. . .but the drunken man the Gate. . .she almost wretched to think of him. She was glad that she could hold her own. . .had she been anyone else. . .

But no, she was not anyone else, she was Yanithë, daughter of Pæwyn, and she would not forget. Though I shall never know her again.

Yanithë had smuggled a few pieces of bread into a pouch on her belt (for she was clad in men's clothes). "Master Bali, I would be honored if you would take this," said she, handing the bread to him. "I know it may not suit, but I hope it will stay your hunger until we come upon some food."

She remounted her horse, riding beside Belegond. Did you leave that as a sign to follow us by?" asked Yanithe.

"Yes, incase there is a group without a Ranger. Hope fully they will have sense to pick it up."

"Why?", she asked, concern in her eyes.

"It is......was my fathers."


"Then," responded Yanithë. "By all means, do not leave it. Let me see what I have-" She looked her person over, checking her pouch,and rumaging through other baggage on the horse.

"Ah!" cried she. "Here!" She held up a brooch in the shape of a horse. "Do not worry. It was a gift, and I'm sure he who gave it to me would not mind my using it to help my- my friends." She threw the brooch down without response, as if ridding herself of a burden. She then took a pin from her sewing pouch and pinned her cloak.

"And, my lord," said she in a low voice. "Everyone cries. It is a way to know you live." With that, she turned her head, and fiddled with a button on her clothes.

[Arien]

Belegond smiled. Yanite had sort of comforted him. He stopped Duelen and the other horse and lept down. He ran twenty metres or so and found his fathers chain on top of the cool green grass. He grabbed it and ran back to Duelen and mounted. They contiued to ride.

"Thankyou." he said.

Yanithe seemed suprised, "For what?"

"For letting me get back this chain, I am greatful, more greatful then you could ever possibly know."

They then were in silence for the next 3 hours or so. Day was drawing to a close and the sun lay down her head and the moon sprang forth. They did not stop, they saw no need to and so they kept pressing on. The fate of Erebor all in their minds.

[Kili]

Thoughts of Bree trailed throgh his mind. they had gotton out through the back door of the Inn and then through the east gate which was open. It was guarded by guards though and they had quite a job getting out. They had to climb to the roof of the house next to the gate and jump down to reach the other side. It was painful especially when he fell. But all was ok now.

Kili was walking beside Dain, he was truely annoyed that they had to walk. From what he had heard Belegond and his group had the horses and wagon. He was going to have a word with him when they next met. To add to everyones bad mood, the elf who was leading them seemed very disgruntled.

Kili, decided to ask why.

"My dear lady, why so annoyed?"

Astarielle turned to face him.

[Himaran]

Belfalod stood in the shadows of the apothecary. He watched the two elves recieve supplies and leave. He followed them, leading two horses ladden with supplies. He watched the way they left. That elf always has a back door, remember that. That was what Kaldon had told him, and now he saw that it was true.

He left through the main gate (as he was no suspect) and turned east. He walked swiftly and tirelessly along the road, leading the horses on foot. He travelled for several days, rarely stopping. Soon he saw the wagon, going over a small hill a mile or so away. Good, I will have caught up with them by tomorrow.

[astarielle]

Astarielle rode up swiftly behind to the front of the band of dwarves. She had disappeared in Bree as she felt a feeling of darkness come over her and went to investigate. As she neared the front she said in a clear voice but only loud enough for them to hear, "Hurry, make haste into the woods on the eastern side. At least there we may have an advantage. Hurry".

Astarielle drew her sword and held it aloof, silently she plunged into the wood. By going into the woods Astarielle hoped that their trail would get confused but also slow down the enemy.

"Go quietly, as silent as your feet will take you, head for the clearing 2leagues yonder."She said calmly with a gesture of her sword."I will cover the rear a let the others know where we are."

With that she halted and Talhandir turned instantly on her haunches and sped of in to the dense woodland, ducking and diving.

She found an elm tree and with great skill carved into the bark she carved some symbols; a number 2, an E for east and an A for Astarielle. She knew that whoever the attackers were they would not understand.

She turned once more and followed the dwarves.

[Earendil Halfelven]

They arrived at the guard station. The town was full of chaos; guards were running all over looking for the fugitives, the wounded were being taken to the hospital, and the dead were being taken to the morgue for burial. Most of the dead were mercanaries but there were a few guards among the fallen. Luckily, none of the company had been captured, or they would be at the station also.

Arlómë and Einen were taken and put inside an empty room in the station. The guard closed and locked the door behind him. They were alone. Immediately, Einen got up and started inspecting the windows, but it was useless.
"We can't escape. There's too many guards outside. They'll notice if we leave through this window." Einen said.
"I think it would be better to get out of Bree legally instead of escaping. That would just set them out in pursuit of us, and they'd know that we are connected with the fight at the Inn. We need to convince them that we are innocent." Arlómë said.
Einen nodded. "We didn't fight any guards anyways, so I guess that does make us innocent." he said.

They waited there for an hour. During that hour, they could here orders being given outside to squads of guards to pursue the fugitives.
"We have a group of dwarves, elves, and men that have escaped. They are the ones responsible for the fight at the Pony, and it is possible that the dwarf, Bali, is with them. We do not know what direction they were headed, so we will send guards out in company's of 20 to search for them in every direction. Be advised that they are armed and very dangerous."
One of the guards spoke up. "Sir, since they have elves in the group, it could be possible that they are heading for the nearly deserted elf village of Rivendell."
"Ok, we'll send 5 squads out towards Rivendell."
I]5 squads! Thats nearly 50 soldiers[/I]Arlómë thought to himself. They'll be able to handle them, hopefully.
But the company was spread out with some traveling by themselves which made them vulnerable to be captured...or killed. They'd be picked off one by one.
"Be advised that the fugitives are wanted dead or alive!"
That wasn't good. Einen looked out the window and saw the squads of guards heading towards the gates...on horseback.
"Hopefully, the others have a good headstart on these guards."
The two men sat there and waited.

[Earendil Halfelven]

After waiting in the room for an hour, the door was unlocked and in walked some guards. One, obviously, was the leader. Arlómë could tell that by his rank insignia, that he was a captain of the guard. The other three were regular footmen. Arlómë and Einen rose to their feet as the guards entered.
"So what were you doing hanging around the east gate? Helping the fugitives escape?" the captain demanded.
"We haven broken no law. We were investigating a noise when we were arrested. If you ask the guards that arrested us, they will confirm our story." Arlómë said.
The captain looked at Arlómë and then at Einen. "I've already talked to them. You gave the same story."
"So you can let us go." Einen said.
"Not so quick. Who are you guys?" asked the captain.
"I am Arlómë of the Dúnedain, known around here as Rangers."
"And I'm Einen. I live here in Bree, but I am heading out on a journey with Arlómë."
"Where are you headed, may I ask?" the captain demanded.
"We are heading south, towards Gondor. King Elessar is also the chief of the Dúnedain. We are of the same lineage." Arlómë said. He really didn't like revealing this to the captain, but if it would help get them out of Bree, than it was worth it.
The captain looked at them some more in silence. "All right." he finally said at last. "I believe you. But just to make sure your not in league with the fugitives, we'll keep you here for a while."
"What? You can't do this! We haven't done anything wrong!" Einen protested.
"I'm Captain of the Guard, and I can do anything I want!" the captain said.
"How long?" Arlómë said. He was losing his patience with this fat man.
"Until I feel like letting you go. Until then, you will stay in the jail. Men, take 'em away." the captain said as he left.
The three guards bound Arlómë and Einen's hands and led them to the jail.

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It had been 2 days since the company escaped. Arlómë and Einen sat in the jail in Bree. Arlómë knew that they had to get out soon, or it would take forever for them to catch up.
"Is that you, Einen? I can't believe your in jail." said a guard that just walked in.
Einen looked up. "Oh...hey Spurin! I didn't know you were a guard."
"Yep, just finished training yesterday. See, look here. I'm an official Guard of Bree." Spurin showed his badge to Einen. "Oh I'll be back."
"Who's that?" Arlómë asked.
"That is one of the dumbest people in Bree. I can't believe he's in the Guard." Suddenly, a light clicked in Einen's head.
"One of the dumbest people in Bree and he's in the Guard and he just happens to be guarding us. Hmmm...opportunity knocks." Einen smiled as Spurin walked back in.
"Well, as my first assignment, I get to guard the prisoners. Thats you. So I'm here guarding you." Spurin said.
"How long do you think we'll be here?" Einen said.
"The captain said for a week. I hear you was sneaking around. A conspiracy and stuff. Thats what the captain said." he said.
"Did you hear anything about the fugitives?" Einen asked.
"Well, so far, we've checked north, south, and west. Even out towards Buckland. But no sign of 'em. We're concentrating on that Rivendell place now."
"Well, you know, I was thinking since we are going to be here for a week if I could go get my favorite pillow from home." Einen asked.
"Ummm...I don't know. You see, as a guard I'm supposed to be guarding you and I can't let you out though."
"Well, this jail's just so uncomfortable and I haven't slept well the last 2 nights. I need the comforts from home, you know, to help me be a good prisoner."
"Well..."
Einen jumped on the chance. "Come on...I want to make sure my time here is fun because I have my best friend guarding me. How long have we known eachother Spurin?"
"Oh about...since we was kids. Ok, I'll let you get your bedding stuff." Spurin said as he got the keys out.
Arlómë couldn't believe his ears.

Spurin opened the door and Einen got out.
"Oh, do you know where my stuff is? My housekey is in my bag." Einen asked.
"Yeah, let me take you there to get it." Spurin said as he shut the door on Arlómë. The two men left. Arlómë only hoped that Einen knew what he was doing.

Einen returned 20 minutes later along with all their gear and weapons. Spurin did not return.
“Ok, so what did you do?” Arlómë asked. “Did you do something illegal?”
“Well, we had to get out soon, so I just knocked Spurin out when we were at my house. Don’t worry…nobody has noticed. Their all still worrying about finding the “fugitives.” Come on let’s get out of here. I know a few secret ways out.” Einen said as he handed Arlómë his gear.
Arlómë sighed, but with satisfaction. “All right, if you insist.” And with that, Arlómë and Einen were geared up and 10 minutes later, they were out of Bree and on their way.

As they walked through the fields and avoided the road, Einen said, “Too bad they have our horses. Its just going to be harder to catch up.”
“I’ve walked this land many times. We’ll head for Weathertop, and if we miss them there, then we’ll go on towards Rivendell. But first, we need to get into the forest up ahead and out of this field or we’ll be seen.”
Arlómë and Einen hurried towards the forest.

[Himaran]

Bali sat in the wagon, sipping from Belegond's canteen. He was a little sore from being scrunched in the wagon, but thankful to be alive. He was, however, still burning with anger over missing a good fight, and more importantly, letting his friends go into danger which he would be shielded from. He vowed silently never to allow anyone to hide him again, as long as he lived.

They had travelled for a while, now; about five days, and were nearing the weather hills. "Soon we will be at weathertop, friends. We can make a camp there, and get some shelter up, as we will mostlikely be the first to arrive."

The others agreed on the plan. After about an hour's ride they arrived at weathertop. It was a large hill, fairly tall and steep, with a small dell on the southern side and a ring of broken statues and stone on the plateu at the top.

Eruantalon stayed at the bottom of the hill, watching the horses and the wagon, while Bali lead Yanithe and Belegond up the hill. They soon arrived at the dell.

It was small, damp, and not very inviting. It also showed evidence of being recently used. A single pair of heavily booted feet had trodden the ground, and many other, smaller tracks were seen. Belegond did not like the look of them, and neither did Bali.

"Orc tracks if I ever saw them. Perhaps it would be best to move on tonight and not stay here at Weathertop."

"Aye, I would agree, but our friends are counting on us meeting them here. How else will they get horses?" The friends were not happy with the arrangement, but all decided that it was best to stay. They built a small shelter in the dell and put up the tents, and then got a fire going. Bali rubbed his hands together in anticipation, as it was their first hot meal since before the "incident" in Bree. The group shared a merry supper with one another, all looking for the rest of the company to arrive.

[Burzdol]

The two elves walked in almost all silence for two days. They new they were being followed by guards, but kept their pace. During those two days, they only had to fight a few mercinaries.

Upon the last night they finally stopped to camp. Burzdol sat with his knife carving the pipe he was creating.

"Burzdol, come over here. Help me start this fire. You do want food, don't you?" the she-elf asked.

"Yeah, well I am pretty hungry," he said walking to his companion.

After awhile, sweet aromas filled their encampment. The two sat eating and drinking, when a group of police came out of the woods. Burzdol, as like Ani Dao, dropped their plates and drew knives. A stale mate occured. A group of police about twenty strong, against two elves. Suddenly the two elves jumped the men, nocking out as many as possible. Soon after, all were tied up along the tree line. The elves finished their meals, and left the camp and guards.

"For Weather top, yon maiden?" Burzdol asked.

"Yes, to Weather top," the two walked off without a look back.

[Himaran]

Belfalod soon reached the camp at Weathertop. The other companions were glad to see him, but of course they were also overjoyed about the supplies. He helped them carry the snowshoes, victualls, blankets, and other implements up to camp, and then carefully inspected the tracks which Belegond showed him.

"Aye, these were made by orcs alright. But I don't smell them anywhere. Mayhap a group of goblins passed through here recently."

"Well, we will just have to keep a closer watch on the area," said Eruantalon. "Yanithe, you and Belegon take first watch."

The group kept a close watch, but never the less slept peacefully. They awaited the coming of their companions.

[Arvedui III]

"We have to keep moving."

That was the order of the day, keep moving.Astarielle was coving their tracks, but still the dwarves barly stopped to rest. They seen guards moving in the night and had no intentions of having their path the Weathertop blocked. Gromfelt and the others were tense. Not because of the guards tramping about, but they wanted to reach the others without any problems.

Dain held up a fist and the group halted. "Anything?" said Durin who was next to him. "No, just a noise. Think we're getting close." answered Dain. Then Grom heard it. A rusling in the trees. "Keep moving" said Kili and the party slowly started walking again. Gromfelt walked back to Astarielle. "Did you hear something, just now?" he said, "Yes, Bree guards probibly. Keep moving, master dwarf." It was an erie march indeed, however They came across no problems of any sort in the woods save being stoped by noises every once and awhile.

They were very relived to come to Weathertop that night. Belfalod had brought the suppies and the company was almost all there now. Despite this, the mood of the camp was tense. Others had heards rusteling in the woods and orc tracks had been spotted.

Ominous. thought Gromfelt as the night wore on. Something's coming our way, and I don't like it.

[Himaran]

Bali took second watch, with Dain and Kili. He pondored once again if they had chosen the right path, and if the Caradhras would prove to be the doom of the companions he had brought. Swords could beat orcs, but they had not power over the weather!

He then heard the sounds again. Rustling in the bushes near the bottom of weathertop. "Dain, Kili, come over here."

The two dwarves walked over. "Look down there, near the wagon. I'd have sworn that those bushes moved once or twice."

"Aye, I saw it too. Mayhaps those are orcs." They watched the bushes for a while.

Then Bali spoke. "Dain, wake up Astarielle, Belegond, and Eruantalon. You and Kili keep a watch from the top, and we will go down and investigate."

The other two dwarves were not happy about, as they later grumbled, being "left out," but Bali would not let them argue with him. They knew it had hurt his pride to be snuck out of Bree, without being able to fight, and he needed something to redeem himself by.

Bali, Astarielle, Erulon, and Belegond made their way down to the wagon...

[maikafanawen]

The two elves walked quickly towards the destined meeting place of the company. The sun sank low behind the hills of the west and darkness began to blanket the land. Thick clouds shrouded the stars and moon stopping any light from illuminating the path before them. The guards had been securely tied at their last stop and the only chance of freedom they had was if a friend came upon them to free them.

A light rain began to fall as they treked onwards. Their first instinct was not to stop in case more guards picked up their trail, but as they continued through the night, soaked to the bone, they finally decided that they need shelter if they were to make it to Weathertop strong, and able for fighting if the case need be.

Finding shelter in a small cove of trees, they hung their cloaks and most of their clothes on the branches to dry. Since starting a fire was out of the question, the two drifted off to sleep.

Despite the rain, Ani Dao slept long. Physical endurance had fatigued her agile body. Her sleep was undesturbed by dreams and she woke like she usually would on travels, just an hour before sunrise. Sitting up, she stretched and dug out her water canteen, taking a satisfying drink. Burzdol was still sleeping on a soft patch of moss, his face calm and peaceful.

She wandered out of the clearing to a little stream, full with the supply of rain the nigth before. She refilled her canteen and removed her boots, setting her feet slowly in the cool water. Leaning back in the grass her hand strayed to her neck and she began to play with her feather pendant.

The she-elf must have dozed because when she awoke, a small rabbit was playing in her boots and her feet were numb. The sun's rays were sneaking up over the hill, drying the soaked earth. Licking the little droplets of dew that had formed on her lips, she sat up and removed her feet from the little creek. The elf rubbed feeling back into them and placed them back into her boots. Ani Dao then shooed away the rabbit she realized she probably should have caught and cooked for her and her companion.

Mozying back up to where Burzdol lay still sleeping she checked her clothes. All of them dry she put them on, and began to search for something to eat. Finding a good piece of bread and some cheese in the bag that Kemiturien had given them, she took off a chunk and broke it into two pieces. Rousing Burzdol, she gave half to him and ate the rest quickly.

When they got back on their way, the earth had soaked up all the water, and traveling was made easier. It was mid afternoon by the time they finally reached Weathertop ...

[Arien]

As they made their way down to the wagon a rustling could be heard again. Something made a noise, Belegond’s eyes darted around the area to see where it came from. They came to rest upon an orc.

“There are orcs about be careful,” he whispered into the dead of the night, but Bali had not heard him and was standing next to the wagon, beckoning the party down further. Belegond looked around and saw an archer hidden by reeds aiming for Bali. In a flash he had out his bow, he drew back and arrow pierced the orc’s head. The orc gave out a cry and fell to the floor. In one second flat they were surrounded by orcs, Bali had run back up to them and thanked Belegond. Now the Orcs were closing in, around 20 surrounded them and the rest headed to the top of Weathertop.

Erulon gave out a cry so the rest of the company on top of the hill were warned, “Orcs!!!! Orcs have come!!” the voice rang in the night air.

Then the fight began, Belegond drew his dagger and stabbed the nearest orc in the heart, he then side kicked another and used the force from the kick to jump onto the back of another and impale its head.

He then retreated up the hill, and took his bow out. He hit a few orcs, as he was a skilled archer, even at night. He then went down to join the rest.

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[Himaran]

Bali ducked under the swing of an orc scimatar, a ran him through on the point of his axe. Turning swiftly, he slew two more and killed a third with a swift hatchet throw.

Eruantalon had his back to the wagon, swinging left and right with his large mithril axe, slaying wherever he struck. Yanithe killed many. Belegond came back down from where he had been firing arrows.

"I will owe you two now, good ranger." Belegond smiled. "Aye, so you will."

They heard cries and the clashing of metal from the hilltop. The dwarves had been attacked. "To the hilltop!" The warriors rushed up the path to aid their friends at the dell of Weathertop.

[Himaran]

Belfalod stood on the hilltop with the dwarves. He had not been awoken by Bali, but had gotten up anyway. He heard the shouts and the fighting from below. Would this orc attack do some of his job for him? It was always nice when things worked out that way.

But he had several dwarves with him on the hilltop, so he would have fight the orcs if it came to that. Looking out over the plains, he spotted the two elves, Burzdol and Ani Dao, racing toward the fight from some distance off.

Then he heard orc cries. "They are climbing up toward us! Dwarves, defend the hilltop; they must not gain the advantage of the ridge!"

The three dwarves attacked with Belfalod leading them, his long sword held high. They clashed with the orcs in a fasion of such fury that their enemies' charge was broken. The man and his companions chased the orcs the length of the hilltop, knocking some off the ledge and into empty space, bound for a long drop to the ground.

A group of orcs had came up another direction. Spotting them, Belfalod drew his bow and fired several arrows into their ranks. Kili was gleefully throwing a belt-full of hatchets, slaying many. Dain and Grom had went around and flanked them. The warriors charged and attacked from opposite sides, meeting in the middle. They left known alive.

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Burzdol and Ani Dao raced towards the hill where the dwarves were fending of the raiding party of orcs. Hasty to join the fight and help his friends, Burzdol meant to break through the cover of the woods and into the mob. Knowing better, Ani Dao pulled him around by the shoulders and dragged him behind a nearby bush.

“Oh no, we’re not challenging anymore mobs. Besides, our group has the advantage. A handful of highly trained warriors that have the descending position out-weighs about two to three dozen orcs that are trying to ascend the hill.” Burzdol nodded in agreement. “Look over there.” Ani Dao pointed behind the ancient fort to where about ten or so orcs were sneaking around back trying to creep up on the dwarves from behind. Biting her lip in excitement, she pushed him down on the ground in front of her and laid beside him. Then the she-elf started crawling slowly towards the group, Burzdol followed. When they were only a dozen yards away, Ani Dao stood up and ran break neck speed to the other side of the group. Making it over she spun wildly and let out a war yell. After propelling three of her knives at the orcs, she drew her sword and taunted the party. Furious, all of them charged at her. Understanding at once her plan, Burzdol stood up quickly and readied his bow. In a matter of seconds he had taken out a good majority of the orcs. Ani Dao fought madly thrashing and slicing through the crowd. When they were all dead, Burzdol ran to meet her.

“Whoo! That was fun,” said the she-elf wiping off her sword on her tunic.

“Next time … tell me the … whole plan before … you just … go … okay?” said Burzdol between breaths, looking at the large number of orcs they had just overtaken. Ani Dao laughed and patted him on the back.

“Alright. I was just so excited--” Burzdol stopped her midsentence, taking her arm to pull her up the stair way. Shaking his head, he led them up to aid the company.

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[Frodess]

Yanithë had whipped at her sword at the moment of attack. An orc reached for it and the cold iron blade pierced through vital organs. It fell to the ground with a gasp. She frowned to herself, Are there any female orcs?

Almost mechanically, she repeated the same process several more times until the vile creatures were no longer within her reach. She looked about for someone to help.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt rushed forward, axe in hand. The dwarves had been awakened by the shouts of the others, and he, at least, was extremly iritated at his loss of sleep despite the fact they were under attack. There were inumberal orcs in the darkness. He swung his axe high, then a thrust, then an upward swing. Three orcs fell dead. "Stupid vile beasts." he spat, beheading a partitulary fowl smelling one.

He rushed passed Yanithë, and found himself in space devoid of enemies. A little destirbed, he turned his right, seeking new foes. "Gromfelt, your left!" cried someone, and Grom turned in time to see five orcs in a line, heading strait for him. One fell to a hand axe, another to unseen dagger from somewhere. The three that were left fell easily to his axe. He turned and gave a quick nod to the Roherim girl, then continued to his left toward some others.

How many are there? he thought as he came to where Dain and Bali were fighting. As he fell into place near them, he gave a half- groan, half-growl, thinking, I'd better get plenty of sleep after this.

[Himaran]

Are there no end to them?, thought Bali. They just keep coming. Is there an infinite army of orcs attacking?

He had a brief respite, and looked around. Most of the company was down by the wagon, and he was the two elves climb up the hillside, wreaking destruction on the orcs from the hillside. But he knew now that only Belfalod and Kili were at the dell, and they were outnumbered.

"To our companions on the hill! Hurry!" The warriors dashed up the hill, some stopping to throw hatchets or shoot arrows down at the orcs. Bali slew several more, and was about to head up the hill when a Uruk jumped from the undergrowth.

He was a larth, swarty orc, with many wounds and a long slash upon his left arm. He carried a mounstrous double-bladed axe.

Ignoring Bali, he went for the wagon, and before Bali could do anything he had swung down at one axle, and severed a wheel from the machine. He leaped over to another to do the same.

Bali caught his axe as it was raised, pushed it aside, and swung down, catching the orc a heavy blow in the stomach. He fell over, but pulled a long knife out and hurled it at the dwarf from the ground.

Bali twisted away from it and swung down, slaying the orc chieftain. But now he was surrounded with orcs, and had nowhere to run.

Suddenly, a lound blast of many horns sounded throughout the Weather Hills. The group of Gondorian warriors that Bali had recruited charged into the fray. They attacked the orcs, crashing into them at full running speed.

The orcs, dismayed by the reenforcements, turned and fled, but one grabbed the wheel the had fallen off of the wagon and carried it off with him. The warriors attacked them, slaying many.

But then a group of goblins leaped out of the trees, with bows in hand. Bali screamed the warning to "drop!", but few heard him. Seven of the Gondorians fell to the ground, pierced by many shafts, and several of his close comrades were wounded. They destroyed the goblins, but at heavy price.

The group returned to inspect the wagon. It was leaning heavily to one side, with a wheel gone and more importantly an axle broken. "I never saw an axle that would break under a single axe blow by man, dwarf, elf or orc," stated Belegond.

"Well, we must weigh our options. I doubt that we can fix it, as the axle is broken off. We may have to complete the journey to Rivendell on foot, us dwarves. For the horses are safe, and some can ride." This statement was greeted by many growns.

"However, we cannot take the wagon or horses to the Caradhras. We would have left them at Rivendell, anyway. Thus, this will not slow us up that much. Meanwhile, I would like the Gondorians to watch the camp, while the rest of us go and get provisions and firewood. We must make our current supplies last us until Rivendell."

The group left the camp to find meat, herbs, vegatables, and firewood. Little did they know that orcs still prowled through the woods...

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Surprised and amazed at the sudden appearance of Bali’s recruit, Ani Dao watched as the Gondorians took out orcs and then disposed of the goblins that appeared out of nowhere. Putting away her sword, she checked for any wounds on herself. Finding only a few cuts, she smiled triumphantly. When the enemy survivors retreated back into the woods, she went down to examine the wagon. Bali was explaining the damage to the rest of company.


"Well, we must weigh our options. I doubt that we can fix it, as the axle is broken off. We may have to complete the journey to Rivendell on foot, us dwarves. For the horses are safe, and some can ride." This statement was greeted by many growns.
"However, we cannot take the wagon or horses to the Caradhras. We would have left them at Rivendell, anyway. Thus, this will not slow us up that much. Meanwhile, I would like the Gondorians to watch the camp, while the rest of us go and get provisions and firewood. We must make our current supplies last us until Rivendell."


Before going to find food and firewood, Ani Dao went around to the back of Weathertop to retrieve three of her throwing knives. Finding them in the backs on two orcs, and the neck of another, she attached them to her belt. The smell of the dead orcs was disgusting, but there were too many to bury. Going back to Bali she asked him if they should burn them.

“Perhaps. Go help them gather some food and what not for now. We’ll take care of them later,” said the dwarf pointing the group that had just gone in search for provisions. The elf nodded and began to walk towards the wood. Remembering suddenly the pack of things she had received from Kemi, she quickly went to find her horse and show Bali what she had.

Uesse was grazing by himself a little ways off, Ani Dao’s saddlebag was still intact. On approaching him, the horse lifted his head and trotted over to where the elf stood. She reached up to scratch behind his ear, then moved around to the side to get the food, herbs, and other things. Unclasping the bag, she patted Uesse’s rump and he walked over to join the rest of the horses.

Ani Dao ran back to Bali to show him the supplies. Pulling out each thing she identified them.

“Here are some medicines too. This one stops bleeding, and … this one will suck out poison.” There were many others as well useful for diseases and such. Setting them on the rock between her and the dwarf, she emptied the pack. Bali examined them approvingly.

“These will be very helpful.” Ani Dao smiled and replaced them back into the tough leather sack. Then she remembered the stones. Her eyes must have flashed with realization because Bali gave her a questioned look. Excitedly, she with drew the pouch of precious stones. Dumping the contents on the bare rock, she explained the powers of each one.

“I got these from a friend in Bree. This one,” said Ani Dao, pointing to the dark blue one, “is from the dwarves of Erebor, who lived in the Lonely Mountain from ancient times. It will bring our company hope and courage.” Moving to the light green one she explained, “This is from Thranduil and it will bring one stealth and secrecy.” Finally, she pointed towards the gold one. “This one is most precious for it was said to have been wrought by Elbereth Githoniel herself and it will bring one wisdom. Using this stone will help one decide what to do in a tough situation.” Pleased with her treasures, she looked at Bali. He nodded in surprise.

“Who was this friend that gave you these?” He asked touching each one carefully.

“Her name is Kementurien, she owns the apothecary there. I met her before on my way to the Shire. I don’t know how she came upon them or why she chose to give them to me, but here they are anyways, and a good thing too.” Remembering the warning the earth master had given her she added, “They may be used by anyone who holds them, so if they are stolen … and they’re only allowed to be used once, for then their power fades.” Bali nodded, still amazed by the gems. Ani Dao shrugged and put them back in the pouch, then stuffed it down her tunic.

“Keep them safe,” said Bali, “and don’t tell anyone else.” The elf nodded and left to find some firewood.

[Earendil Halfelven]

It had been 3 days since they escaped the jail of Bree. That made it 5 days since the rest of the company had left Bree. Arlómë stooped low to the ground, inspecting the tracks he saw there. Einen wrapped his cloak around him as he gazed into the mist of the forest.
"Orc tracks. Their heading off towards Weathertop. No doubt, they are tracking the company." Arlómë said. "Come, we must hurry."
"How far behind are we?" Einen asked.
"I'd say about 3 days to a week, but we can lessen the time." Arlómë replied.
"How do we do that?" Einen asked.
"Well, you feel like running?"

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The sun rose in a deep color of red. It was dawn, and the two men rose after an hour break. They had been running as quick as they could for 2 days.
"Look at the sun." Arlómë motioned to Einen.
"Its as red as blood." Einen replied.
"Exactly. The orcs we are following have attacked the company. Lets hope its only orc blood that has been spilled.
"You ready?" Arlómë looked at Einen.
"Yes. Lets go."

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Three days later, they could see Weathertop in the distance. As dusk fell, they stopped for a quick break.
"Our supplies are running low, extremely low." Einen said as he rummaged through his pack, which had grown increasingly light.
"We didn't have much to start out with. The others have most our stuff." Arlómë replied. "We'll rest for a while."

As they rested, something was heard running through the brush. It was so dark that even the eyes of the Ranger could barely make out forms running past them. Einen, who lay next to Arlómë, woke from a little nap.
"What..." he began but Arlómë interrupted him.
"Shhhh. Orcs are near. Lay still and they will pass. Be ready to run." Arlómë whispered.
They sat there, listening to the hurried steps of many orcs. The company was in trouble. As soon as the orcs passed , Arlómë rose to his feet.
"Come," he whispered. "Time to go."

[Burzdol]

Arrows flew from Burzdol's bow to aid Bali's men. Then, he charged. During this, he put back his bow and unsheathed his sword. The closest orcs fell to his blade.

The elf was then caught by a shaft in his back. A flood of pain overtook him. As he fell, he turned to see a large orc with his bow. The beast smiled as the elf fell to the blood stained ground. Burzdol slipped out a knife and let it loose into the orc's neck. He struggled to regain his feet. Another sharp pain. He saw a sword at his side, at its handle was another orc. One swing of Burzdol's sword killed it. Slowly the elf fell to a heap on the ground, unconcious.

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[Himaran]

Bali stayed at the camp, brooding over the orc attack. He was glad that the group was safe, but he was deeply upset about the wagon, and even more worried about Arlome and Einin. They had never turned up, despite what Erulon had told him about the Ranger's ruse.

As he sat smokeing on a flat rock in the dell, his attention was brought to a strange lump on the hillside. It had something sticking out of it. A body; definantly, but the dwarf could not tell if it was an orc or something else. He decided to investigate.

Walking hurridly, he came to the sight of the body. His worst fears confirmed, he saw who it was. Burzdol.

Rushing to his side, Bali surveyed the elf. He had an arrow protruding from his back, and further investigation on the dwarve's part found a rusty knife in his side. The elf was obviously unconcious.

Calling for help from some of the Gondorians, they transported Burzdol over to the dell. There one of the men that was knowledgeable in that area removed the weapons, and applied a politice and bandage to both areas. They wrapped the elf in blankets, and kept him near a fire, adding a fresh Athelas plant to the wounds ever so often.

Belfalod had remained at the camp. Bali turned to him. "Here, take a torch and go into the woods, and look for more Athelas. We have alimited supply of it, and I doubt if it will last us the night. Go!"

The group waited anxiously for the return of their friends from the woods...

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Ani Dao returned to the camp soon thereafter with an armfull of firewood. She noticed everyone crowding around something near the fire, talking quickly in hushed tones. They seemed to be working on something. She dumped the pile of sticks on the ground and rushed over. Dismay blanketed her face as she saw what had happened. A knot formed in her stomache and she almost fainted. Coming to, she immediately ran to find her saddlebag. It was by the stone where she had shown Bali its contents earlier. Rumaging through, she pulled out two poultices and ran over to the wagon. Squeezing through the circle of Gondorians, she stood next to the healer and presented her medicines. His eyes flashed with recognition of the things she held, and took them gratefully. He immediately began to apply them to the elf's wounds. Ani Dao stood in shock as she took in the damage done to her friend's body. I am dreaming, this is not happening. She reached out to touch Burzdol's forehead, the healer made to stop her, but thought better of it and resumed his task. The she-elf brushed the hair out of the unconscious elf's eyes and ran the backs of her fingers along his cheek. Tears crept into her eyes and she blinked them back impatiently, and gave a distressed look towards Bali who was staring blankly into the fire.

Not able to take it, she broke through the circle of onlookers and ran across the little meadow to find Uesse. Covering her face in the horse's mane she wept. She thought of her friend back at Bree, and what she had said the night they left, Kemi! I knew something like this would happen! I told you it would! We have not even come to the most dangerous part of our journey and something like this has allready happened!! She sobbed and sobbed. Sliding to her knees she held her face in her hands. Uesse nuzzled her back with his nose and laid down beside her. The elf nestled her head in the crook of his neck and cried herself softly to sleep.

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[Himaran]

Bali sat looking into the fire, trying to think clearly. How had Burzdol been shot without anyone seeing it? And further more, none of the orcs had bows except the goblins, which had attacked at the other end of the fighting.

Putting this at the back of his mind, be looked over and saw Ani Dao walk away from the fire, bound for the fields. The dwarf felt very sorry for her, knowing what fast friends she and Burzdol had become.

"Is there any chance for him?" "Aye, there's some chance," answered the healer, "but not a great one. He was lucky that he had armor over his back, or he wouldn't be here now. The arrow was well fired. It woul have hit the heart through the back if not for this mail, here. But its the knife that has me worried. It was a bit rusty, and though I didn't find any fragments in the wound, they could exist. That's where the real problem is. I'd say he has about a thirty-percent chance of survival as of now."

"Well, then there's some hope for him. He has some strength in him, that elf does.

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Belfalod walked into the woods. He wondered if Burzdol would survive the arrow the orc had landed in the elve's back. If he had had a clear shot, he would have hit Burzdol, but instead had instructed several other orcs to fire at him. He cursed himself mentally for not telling them to use poisen. But he had had no time.

Sadly, he was looking for athelas, the one thing that would give the elf a chance to live. The man smiled to himself. He would take his time.

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[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain had come trudging back into camp, with the carcass of a small stag slung over his sturdy back. Even in tough times, dwarves have to eat, he reasoned. He had looked on in horror to see and hear what had happened to Burzdol.

He watched as Belfalod was sent off to find the athelas. Then Dain impatiently paced about in large circles, waiting for the man to reappear and bring back the precious herb. Minutes dragged on and soon turned into hours. Kili and Dain exchanged worried looks, wondering what would happen if Belfalod didn't reappear very shortly. The large pile of herbs which the healer had placed on the ground was shrinking by the minute, and would never last to the morn.

Durin looked back at his father and growled, "What's taking so long? The moon was just beginning its journey when Belfalod left, and now it's high in the sky. Burzdol's life or death could hinge on this!"

"I don't know, son, I don't know. Let's just hope he hasn't run into any more trouble. Orcs or such."

Dain's eyes skimmed the outskirts of the camp for any sign of Belfalod, or any indication that there was more trouble brewing, but the night was absolutely still. The only sound to be heard was the fierce beating of his own heart.

Kili came up and growled, "I can't take this any more. Let's not just sit here and wait. Let's do something. I certainly can't sleep."

Dain nodded his head in agreement. So the three dwarves--Dain, Kili, and Durin--lit large torches to guide their path and went out into the shaded grove searching for any signs of athelas. They weren't more than a quarter of a league from the camp when Kili stumbled on to a considerable patch of the stuff, not more than ten hands' breadth from the main trail. The plant usually grows in tiny secluded spots under the leaves of another plant, but this particular patch was quite large and very visible to the naked eye, without having to get down and peer about on the ground. They hastily loaded down their arms with the leaves and ran back to camp, dumping their treasures down in front of the healer.

Burzdol's breath came jagged and heavy. His chest rose and fell with difficulty. The only thing keeping him alive was his own fierce will and the soothing power of the kingsfoil. It was good they'd brought in the lot, for the healer was down to his last two plants.

As they walked back to the edge of the camp, and laid down to try and catch a bit of sleep, Kili pulled Dain over and whispered in his ear. "Belfalod's still not back. What's he doing? And why didn't he see that big patch we found?"

Dain shrugged his shoulders, and muttered something incomprehensible about it being difficult to see things at night. But in his own mind, he was beginning to ask the very same questions, and to wonder what was going on.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

They were now a couple hours from Weathertop. It was night and they were running as best they could. Arlómë and Einen ran with their swords out. They had slain many an orc straggler, trying their best to lighten the attack on the company, but they were unable to keep up. Even though they were weary, they kept going as best they could.

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They stopped.
"Someone is near." Arlómë whispered.
"Let me kill this orc. I've only killed 7, and you've gotten 10 so far." Einen said.
"Its not an orc. Its human. Follow me and stay low. Tread quietly." Arlómë said as he crouched low in the brush.

They crept forward. Einen looked around, trying to see who Arlómë and talked about. He couldn't see anyone yet, but now he could here someone walking around, as if they didn't care if they were heard or not. If there were orcs around, this person sure was making a mistake.
Arlómë could see the figure now. It was a man, looking at the ground casually now and again, as if he was looking for something. The glow of the torch was focused on the ground, so Arlómë was unable to see his face, but he knew it was someone from the company. Finally, they had caught up.

Arlómë advanced to the figure.
"Speak, friend, who are you?" Arlómë said.
The person was startled. He lifted his torch, and Arlómë saw it was the man Belfalod, whom he had met briefly at Bree.
Belfalod looked startled, almost upset at Arlómë's sudden appearance. But then relief showed on his face as he said, "Well met Arlómë. We have waited many days for you, and we've been under many attacks by orcs. As we speak, the elf, Burzdol, lies seriously wounded. I'm looking for the plant Athelas."
"Don't worry. I have many herbs in my pack, including the athelas plant." Arlómë said. He looked back towards Einen. "Come on, Einen, one more run and we'll be there in a few minutes." Arlómë said as he started forward again.
"I'm right behind you, Arlómë. They have our food waiting for us."

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They ran off with Belfalod looking after them. With Arlómë and Einen's appearance, his job would be a little more difficult. And plus, that means he would have to get more orcs to replace the ones Arlómë and Einen would kill. Oh well, doesn't matter. What do orcs matter anyways?
Its not easy to fool a Ranger, Belfalod thought to himself. But at least he didn't expect anything. But who best to fool a Ranger than another Ranger?

[maikafanawen]

When Ani Dao awoke, recovered from the sudden explosion of emotions it was very dark outside and the waxing moon hung above her like half a picture frame. She got up and hurried back to the campsite. Many had returned and were helping tend to Burzdol, who hadn’t moved or regained consciousness. A new wave of grief overtook the she-elf, but she fought it down stubbornly.

“He should be fine, Ani Dao,” said Bali standing up as he saw her approaching. The elf nodded and tried to smile, but couldn’t. She walked over to Burzdol and stood beside the healer who was applying kingsfoil to his gash. The elf’s breathing was harsh and small beads of sweat were settled on his face. The healer stood up and stretched, handing Ani Dao a bowl of cool water and a rag.

“Look after him while I sleep a bit, will you?” Ani Dao nodded and took the bowl, not taking her eyes off of her friend. Shaking her head suddenly and taking a deep breath she knelt down beside him and began to dab his heated face lightly but efficiently with the soaked rag. What a help I’ve been!, she thought as she brushed a strand of hair off of Burzdol’s forehead, Running away and crying like a baby when I could have been of some use. Setting the bowl aside she wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and held his hand. The fire cracked and the stag Dain had brought back was cooking nicely.

A cool wind blew across the plains and through the campsite. The orcs had been dragged to the other side of the hill, and the horses were tied up near by. Closing her eyes, Ani Dao let the breeze calm her spirits. Before long she was peaceful, and she sang softly so that only Burzdol could hear, had he been awake:

An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.

A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lorien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea …

Ani Dao’s voice trailed on the song of Nimrodel until her heart was at rest. When she sang as much as she knew she looked down at the elf. Burzdol’s breathing was becoming slowly steadier and his face was smooth and calm. She smiled and felt his forehead. It was still warm, and moist with sweat. Ani Dao rewet the rag and laid it across his head. The she-elf sat beside him, until the healer awoke.

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[Himaran]

It had now been two days since the orc attack. Burzdol concious, but walked slowly and with great difficulty. Belfalod had returned, explaining that he had been attacked by orcs in the woods. He brought a full supply of athelas, and when Arlome and Einin supported him, there was little suspicion of his motives in the group.

The party was eating a light breakfast, and preparing to leave. The men and elves could ride, but the dwarves would have to walk.

As the company readied to leave, a bandaged Burzdol was lifted up onto his horse. The four pack horses all had full loads, and the dwarves carried large packs. The company set out, bound for Rivendell, along the stony path.

[Burzdol]

Hogar and Serello came back to the camp with fire wood. A dispaired group was all to be found. The elf, Burzdol, had been laying on the ground, surrounded by the party.

"What happened?" Hogar asked a dwarf on the outskirts of the huddle.

"Our friend here took two blows. He's been out for awhile. No one knows if he'll make it at all. If not, we are going to take him to Mirkwood and bury him. To me I don't know what'll happen."

Hogar wiped tears from Serello's eyes as he loaded him in the wagon. "Sit on the edge now, so we can fit in the elf." Bali and a few others lifted Burzdol into the wagon, although he was still unconcious. Hogar sat near Serello to comfot him.

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Burzdol woke with a wet cloth on his forehead. Bali was sitting over him, mending his wounds.

"Hey your awake. You okay?" he asked as the elf looked up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where am I?"

"We're leaving now from Weathertop. And right now you're in the wagon. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Oh, that's why I feel motion sick."

"Are you going to do what I think? And if you are, please lean over the side."

"No, no. I was just joking." he said laughing, "Though, I do have some questions for you. Where's my sword, bow, and knives? And where's my horse?" he asked, raising his head to look. The elf quickly sat back down with pain.

"Ani Dao tied him up along the side of the wagon. And your weapons are in the front."

"Oh, and thanks....." his voice trailed off into a peacful slumber.

[Carlas]

Durin stomped through a small forest with the rest of the company. Their wagon had been damaged and and the dwarves were forced to walk or ride a horse, so they walked. He carried a large bag full of supplies on his back that was being whipped around by the wind, but he refused to slow down and kept walking, trying to sheild his face from the wind. He walked over to his father and frowned.

"This is taking far to long, we are not even to Rivendell yet! We are going to be too late!" He said loud enough for only his father to hear.

"We are behind, but we can still make it." Dain anwered not looking at his son.

"But I am worried about that Kaldon charactor, he might still be after the company."

Dain now looked over at Durin."Just be weary and keep an eye out!" Durin nodded and went back to holding his arm up over his face.

[Arien]

It had been nigh on 5 days since the orc battle an t was night now, the company was travelling at a slow pace for the wagon had been abandoned and the dwarves walked. they had left the forest and were now upon the main road to Rivendell. Belegond was upon Duelen and on his right rode Yanithe and and his left walked Kili. Belegond was low on arrows, he had retrieved all the good ones he had fired, but many were broken and were now useless. He still had his Mithril arrows but he would only use them once they got to Erebor, if that ever happened. The sky was clear and the stars danced in the night sky. The moon was high in the sky, and he was so bright there was no need for torches. The group was silent for a long time. Most eyes were upon Burzdol, he had still not fully recovered and Ani Dao seemed the most concerned. She kept closest to him, and never drew her gaze away. They had been good friends, and Belegond kind of understood, if anything happened to Kili, or Yanithe he would be concerned. The night drew on and morning came. The sun rose, the company pressed a head.

Suddenly Astarielle stopped. "A rider approches, an elf."

"Shall we stop Bali?" asked Durin.

"What does everyone else think?" Bali replied.

"The elf is probably that of Mirkwood or maybe Rivendell. We should wait." said Yanithe.

The dwarves nodded in agreement and so did the rest.

"We shall wait then?" asked Belegond sheilding his eyes from the sun so as he could see the rider.

"Yes." said Bali.

The rest of the company drew to a halt and waited patiently till the elf reached them.

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[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas galloped towards a strange company he had seen these past few days while scouting. His chestnut brown horse, Välorminé, or in the commontongue, Swift Breeze, rode galiantly on the dirt road until he had nearly approached the company.

He dismounted Välorminé, patted her lightly on the head and bowed to the company in elvish fashion. "In all my years I have been patrolling near and away the borders of my city, Rivendell, I have never seen such a strange gathering. Three elves I can tell easily, all from Mirkwood I presume", he noted while eyeing their clothing and how it was much greener and darker then Hathalas' light emerald green cloak and his light green cotton shirt. "It also appears you've all suffered from a previous attack, and orc attack maybe?" He eyed Burzdol for a second, at his gashed leg and his limp. But he overlooked it quickly. "For I was sent by one of the elders at Rivendell, to survey the orcs and make sure they do not progress to my city. Ever since Lord Elrond has left a head of the city still has not stepped up."

He continued to survey the company who still sat in silence as the elf spoke to them. "A maiden of Rohan, who looks strong as any other in the company here. A few men I see, and lo and behold, several dwarves." Bali and the rest of the dwarves nodded their heads but did not take their eyes off the elf. "And a...a half-ling, a hobbit as another might say. I respect these creatures greatly, for it was because of them that the Ring of Power and the Dark Lord has diminished." Serello turned a bit red and smiled.

"But..." the elf continued, "you cannot tell all you need to know just by the looks of another. I'm absolutely sure you have not learned much information about myself. That may come later, what I need to know, by the orders of the elders of Rivendell ofcourse, is what is your purpose of travelling across Eriador, to a destination I do not know of?"

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë rode up to the elf scout, Hathalas. He dismounted and said, "Greetings Hathalas. You may not know who I am, but I know that Lord Elrond does, for he is the one who gave me this sword, Narril. I am Arlómë of the Dúnedain. We have indeed been attacked by orcs, and one of our companions has been seriously wounded, as you can see. I have no doubt that Elrond will let us pass the Ford of Bruinen into Rivendell."

Arlómë knew that Elrond would no doubt let them pass. But he hoped that with the dwarves in the company, that the courtesy of the elves hadn't decreased with time.

[astarielle]

Astarielle had meet many an elf form Rivendell but none that intrigued her as much as Hathalas. She rode forward and tilted her head in a brief nod.

"Mae govannen, ellen sila lumen omentielvo.

Astarielle looked deep into his eyes searching for something that even she did not know what. The rest of the group were beginning to look at her and snide comments were heard. With a sigh and a look of dismay, obviously she couldn't find what she was looking for, she turned her horse around and with a brief glance trotted back to the rear of the group.

The wind turned to the east wailing and moaning. This warned Astarielle about the dangers that lay ahead but she paid no attention to the instinct of her heart.

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao rode close behind Burzdol her thoughts closed up inside of her, her face bereft of any emotion. She did not react even when Hathalas Ashen-Shield rode up to greet them. The assassin recognized the elf from her stays with the Rivendell elves from years past. Ani Dao recalled seeing him training or riding horses with the others. His soft features and light blonde hair had always averted her eyes in his direction. But as he stood there speaking with Arlome, Ani Dao’s face remained covered by her traveling cloak’s cowl, her eyes watching protectively on Burzdol.

He was recovering slowly, elvish medicine would be needed on arrival in Rivendell. His fall had greatly disturbed the poor elf, and she too would need the comforting sanctuary of her River Dwelling kin. Hathalas spoke more with Belegond who was stationed in front and then led them on to the deserted elf city, a previous resting spot of the famous, Frodo Nine-Fingers.

Burzdol’s head drooped a bit, and Ani Dao rode up beside him quickly. Extending her arm towards him, he shook his head,

“I’m all right.” Ani Dao nodded and rested her hand on her knee as they rode on through the light rain.

In the trees beside the rough trail, figures moved quickly, but noticeably. Ani Dao moved nervously in her saddle. She rode up to Durin and dismounted so she could speak level with his ears.

“Do you hear the movement in the forest? We are being watched.” Durin nodded and replied:

“Watched … and followed.” Ani Dao looked around. The noises had stopped but she could still feel the presence of eyes.

“Go, stand beside Burzdol while I back track and see if I can find anything.” Durin nodded and fell back to stand beside the wounded elf. Ani Dao remounted and left the company riding swiftly back, her eyes searching the forest. Suddenly an arrow shot from the shadows and narrowly missed her head. Rearing Uesse, she turned and ran back towards the company, shouting in warning ...


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OOC: If anyone wanted anything else to happen before the orcs attacked us … Post it in the discussion thread and I’ll put it before my post. Okie dokie?

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Bali was about to inform Hathalas of their travels, when Ani Dao rode down the dirt path on her steed, Uesse, and when she arrived, she warned of a danger in the bushes, more orcs she supposed. She held up a crude black arrow. Hathalas sniffed the air, and wrinkled his nose. "There is a fowl stench on the air, I believe this elf, Ani Dao is right. I advise you to unsheath your weapons..."

As he spoke he was removing his longbow from his shoulder and fitting two wooden arrows with silver tips into it easily. He watched the bushes down the path, his eyes crinkled. His elven ears pricked up, he turned swiftly to the left and shot one of his arrows into the darkness of the forest. A shriek of pain announced that his ears had not cheated him. As over a dozen more orcs pranced out of the bushes. Bali, Gromfelt, Kili, Belegond, Arlömé, Hogar and the rest of the company jumped to action, unleashing arrows, hatchets, and wielding dangerous arms of axes, broadswords and sharp blades. Hathalas noticed that Ani Dao stood by Burzdol, slaying any orc that threatened to come near the injured elf.

[maikafanawen]

The orcs jumped out of the trees, running into the horses and dwarves. Ani Dao immediately took her place beside Burzdol, who was trying to pull out his sword. He would have used his bow, but he knew that one arm must stay on the reins, and dismounting would be foolish. The assassin gritted her teeth and tried to stop him,

“I admire your courage Master Elf, but you have not the strength.” Burzdol, determined, unsheathed his sword and held it above his head.

“We shall see,” he said. Ani Dao swung off her horse and in a leap ran an orc, who was coming at Burzdol, through with her own blade. The wounded elf hacked away at the creatures as they approached him on his mount. The she-elf threw off any other attackers making their way towards him. She tried to spare her knives in case they had to run and she had no opportunity to collect them. Swinging her sword, strategically blending it with her agile movements, orcs fell in black heaps before her. Taking down the monsters had led her further from Burzdol, where orcs began to overwhelm him. They had noticed that he was weak and chose him as their target. To her surprise, he fought back well, aside from his wound. The creatures then began encircling Ani Dao. She turned furiously deflecting arrows with her sword. Trying to steal a glance back at her friend, a scimitar sliced a gash on her right shoulder. Grinding her teeth in pain she lunged at the attacker, severing his head in a single swipe. A shout from Durin informed Ani of the archer taking aim at her. Ani Dao’s eyes began to fill with tears from the pain, and could not see her opponent. Blood seeped through her fingers as they held her sword arm’s shoulder. Blinking the water away, she saw the Uruk and pulled a smaller orc in front of her, shielding her from the arrow. She was terribly outnumbered.

Holding tight to her sword, she kicked and dodged her way through the circle of orcs and away from the archer’s view, running back to Uesse. She mounted him swiftly, holding tight to the reins. From her seat she could see the others of the company struggling to fend off the mob. Rearing her horse to face the front of the company, she kicked him hard, charging through the crowd, trampling the monsters in her path. When she had gained the front, Hathalas, Belegond, and Yanithe joined her. Kicking a scimitar out of the way of an orc trying to hack away at her horse she raised her bloodied weapon above her head. The four then charged, weaving in and out of the dwarves and other horsemen quickly slicing at the enemy. Their little rampage wiped out half, but there were still many more to defeat. The pain in Ani Dao’s shoulder throbbed. Pushing it from her mind, she resumed her place beside Burzdol and averted their attention from his weaker side.

Stealing a quick glance at him, she noticed his eyes were bright with pain. His wound had begun to bleed again, and his strength was failing. How many more are there? Will we be able to defeat them all? How much longer do we have? Blood ran down her arm, making her sword hand slippery. Veins throbbed in her arm, trying furiously to pump blood. She pressed on, determined to protect her friend.

[Carlas]

The orcs kept coming, an endless tide of black streaking out of the forest. He held his large axe high in the air and slashed at them, hearing their horrid cries as they fell before him and the rest of the company.

Durin looked back at the others, they seemed to be holding up, but he did not have time to think more about them before a large orc charged at him. Durin felt the cold earth as he and the orc fell to the ground. He grabbed the orc and pushed him off but was attacked by many more standing above him. He hacked at the orc's feet and sent them sprawling onto the ground as he pushed himself onto his feet. As he turned about, another orc hit him on the arm with an odd type of dagger. Durin felt the blood seeping out of the wound and wacked the orc right in the head with his axe, cracking its skull.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ani Dao infront of Burzdol, fending off most of the orcs. He smiled and fought his way through the wall of foes over to where she stood to try and help ward of the oncomeing enemies.

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas' arrows were spent, and now he took to slaying any orc that lay in his path with his shiny curved blade. Many fell to it. He slashed three particularly bulky orcs across the back who fell to the ground rather easily.

After Hathalas had beheaded a small orc, a nasty surprise met him. The three orcs he had previously slain, who were lying among the dead jumped up and pounced on Hathalas bringing him to the ground. Hathalas' blade was sticking up and one of the orcs who had jumped had been impaled by it. Hathalas tried to fight off the two orcs but they were quite large and strong. He decided he had to get rid of them one at a time, not two at once. He grabbed the orc to the left and tried his best to get on top of him, while getting his blade out of the other orcs slain body. He cut the orcs throat and got ready to advance to the other one.

A sharp pain began sweeping across his body, starting from his lower back. The other orc had readied a dart, and tipped it with some fowl poison. Hathalas' eyes drooped, but he ignored the seering pain that was positively making him crain in pain. He swung his blade high in the air and brought it down hard on the malicously grinning orc. Hathalas stumbled, but it seemed, that he had to protect these travellers, it seemed they're journey was too important to be stopped by an orc attack before they got to...to wherever they were going. This thought gave Hathalas strength and an intensified determination.

He carefully pulled out the dart from his back, wincing, then breathed slowly. Then he went to help Ani Dao and Durin, who seemed to be overwhelmed with enemies. He fought hard, orc upon orc tried to approach the trio, but each one was brought down hard, by axe, knife and blade.

Hathalas gathered a few crude orc arrows that were lying at his feet, and shot them into the dark mass of orcs. But it appeared as though the poison was doing its work effectively, he felt week now. He needed a poultice, one that could remove poison, and it would be too late after a few more minutes. However Hathalas was indeed out of luck with poultices, the only provisions he had brought were food and water. Hathalas' eyes watered. "No matter how weak I am" he thought. "No matter how large the enemy is, I must tackle it at full strength..." And Hathalas slew four more orcs, before he sank down to his knees...

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[Himaran]

Bali hurled a hatchet into an oncoming orc, and stopped another's charge on his axe-point. He ducked, hearing the whistle of an orc blade over his head, before standing and slashing it along the neck.

The company was fighting well, but were hardpressed. Even with help from the Gondorian warriors, it seemed that no end would come of the orcs.

Then he saw Hathalas fall to his knees. Bali liked the warrior elf; he was noble, kind, brave, and had already proven himself to be a great fighter. He saw the orcs close in on the wounded elf.

Rouring, Bali, charged through the mass of orcs to his new companion. His axe scattered them, slaying wherever it struck.
An orc which had reached the elf raised its sword, but Bali dove forward, catching the blade and shoving it aside. He fell on his face as he did this, however.

The orc recovered quickly and prepared to stab Bali, if Belegond's arrow had not slain him. The dwarf stood up and pulled the elf up to his feet. He saw that the elf had the look of one who had been poisened.

"Belegond! You must get this elf out of the fighting and give him something to stop the poisen!" The man hurried over to his horse. He mounted it, positioning Hathalas in front of him.

"Dwarves of Erebor, to me, to me!" The dwarvs ran to Bali, and together they formed a semicircle around the horse. They charged forward, creating a path for Belegond to ride through. The ranger rode off down the path, carrying the elf to safety.

[Arien]

Bali had ordered Belegond to take the new elf to safety, from what Belegond understood he had been hit by a poisen dart and was now extreamly weak. Belegond ran over to the spot where the elf lay, he helped him up and put him on Duelen. Belegond then sprung upon the horse and guided her through the dead orc bodies. Bali created a semi-circle of dwarves. Belegond looked around, he saw that Yanithe was fighting on her own, he wanted to help but knew he must save the elf. He shot a few arrows and brought down the six orcs closest to her. She thanked him and carried on fighting. He then faced forward when he heard Bali shout at the dwarves. The dwarves charged forward and they created a path for Belegond to ride through. Two more orcs stood in his path as he rode, he took out his bow and slayed them with his last two arrows. Belegond the grabbed the riegns of Duelen a sped off in the direction of Rivendell. He checked behind him, there ws no one following. When he reached about four leauges away from the fight he stopped. Belegond dismounted Duelen and brought Hathalas to the ground. He was now unconcius and going cold. His breathing was shallow and quick and his heart beat was faint.

Belegond reached in to his pouch on his waist and brought out a clump of Kingsfoil, he placed into the elve's wound. Hathalas would need elvish medicine, just like Burzdol, but Belegond feared that this poisen wound was much worse. He could see that there was a larger concentration of poisen, for the wound was black and so was the area surrounding it. He didnt know whether to take Hathalas to Rivendell or return to the others. He waited for a moment, he mounted Duelen, placed Hathalas in front of him a rode.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë guided his sight down the shaft of his arrow, then he released it into the back of an orc. He only had a couple left, and he could see that Ani Dao was slowly losing ground to many orcs. He concentrated the rest of his arrows on the group attacking her, but there was still too many. Two orcs, seeing that Arlómë had spent all his arrows, charged. He pulled out his two daggers and threw them into the necks of the orcs. He drew his sword and turned towards Einen, who was doing pretty well.
"Einen, go back up Ani Dao. Quick! I'll back you up!"
Einen nodded and ran towards the orcs fighting Ani Dao.

Arlómë followed but another orc attempted to block his way. He quickly decapitated it, but another blocked his way. It stabbed towards his chest, but Arlómë dodged to the right. He swung his sword down on its arm, severing it. The orc cried out in a howl of pain, but Arlómë cut it short by bringing his sword back up and decapitating the beast. Just as he started after Einen, a larger orc got in the way. It swung its crude blade downward. Arlómë blocked it by bringing his sword up. The orc was strong, and Arlómë couldn't overpower it. Slowly, the orc began to overpower him. Arlómë kicked his foot out into the stomach of the orc. That caught it by surprise, but it quickly recovered. It swung its giant fist out, catching Arlómë in the side of the face. He was knocked down to the ground with stars dancing around his head.

The orc swung its sword down, but Arlómë rolled to the side. Arlómë rolled back into the sword, knocking the sword out of the orc's hands. Quickly, Arlómë brought his sword up, jabbing it into the chest of the monster. As the orc died, its weight made the blade do deeper into the carcass. Arlómë rolled back over, and was able to get up. He yanked the sword out of the body and ran over the ever growing crowd of orcs after Ani Dao. He could see Einen fighting furiously.

[Earendil Halfelven]

"Einen, go back up Ani Dao. Quick! I'll back you up!"
Einen nodded and ran towards Ani Dao. He spotted Burzdol also helping her. The orcs had their attention on Ani Dao, which presented a glorious opportunity to Einen. He quickly slashed at them with his sword. The fell but more replaced them. Where are they all coming from? he wondered. Suddenly he saw an orc with a scimitar slice at Ani Dao wounding her. He fought his way to her, but there were too many orcs.

Some turned to confront him. One swung wildly at him. Einen swung his own weapon out. The two blades clashed. The orc lost its grip on its sword. Knowing its disadvantage, it dodged Einen's sword, and lunged at him. The orc grabbed his neck, knocking Einen down onto the ground. The orc was ontop of him. One hand was on his neck, the other held his sword arm down. Einen could feel his throat slowly blocking up, the airflow slowing. With his free hand, he punched at the orc. The orc growled and squeezed tighter. Einen reached into his belt, and drew out his knife, and finished the orc.

He got up, and pulled his knife out of the orc's head. He got a glance of Arlómë pulling his sword out of a large orc. Einen turned back towards Ani Dao and Burzdol. He swung his sword into the back of another monster. He tried furiously to get to the two elves. He could see Ani Dao getting weaker.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt and the other dwarves had helped the new elf to safety. Now, he, Bali and Kili worked their way left, hacking and slashing every orc as they went, while Dain and Durin headed right, doing the same. Out of the corner of his eye he spoted Ani Dao, blood flowing from her arm. The dwarves set a new course and began working their way toward the injured elf. Einen and Arlómë had already made their way to them.

If only a little more relief could come to them, Ani Dao could patch that wound of hers. Grom thought. Both he and Kili swung wide, disimbowling four orcs between them, and opening a patch. Bali lept into the breach with Kili and Gromfelt holding the sides. They all made a sort of circle around Ani Dao and Burzdol, but still the orcs would not relent.
Ani Dao looked close to feighting.
Then, Grom girned inwardly, recalling an insiedent in his youth."Had enough there, she-elf!" He cried to the wounded elf above the din. Imedietly Ani Dao stood strait, looked at him with a posionous experesion, and began decapitating orcs at a fever pace.

"What did you do." yelled Kili, blocking a orc blade. "I gave her an enemy to pound after this. Gonna really reget putting in that "she-elf" part though." He yelled back, brifly massaging the back of his head. A memory of the last time he'd insulted an elf.
Then, something happened. A great brood of orcs came runing madly from the right side the path. A horn blew. Arrows flew. Gromfelt and the others looked up, and ten mounted elven warriors came charging through the press.

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[maikafanawen]

The elven warriors came from nowhere, blowing their horns proudly. Weapons drawn, and bows ready, they killed off most of the orcs and sent the rest running back into the woods. Ani Dao slumped down in her saddle, blood soaked the right side of her body. Tears streamed from her eyes, the pain was relentless. Arlome ran over to her as she sat there, her head tilted back, trying to ignore the excruciating pain.

"Ani Dao! What do you need?!" Arlome yelled up to her. Shuddering violently, she pointed towards her saddlebag. The elf cut the clasps attaching it to the saddle and fished through. He dropped the bag as Ani Dao slid off her horse in a faint. He caught her and laid her down gently. He tore the sleeve of off her arm, exposing her wound. It was grotesquely deep, and the blood loss was extreme. Rinsing it quickly with his canteen, he applied the kingsfoil and tore a piece of his own tunic, wrapping it securely around Ani Dao's arm. He then sprinkled water on her face, trying to relieve her. After a moment or so, her eyelids fluttered and she regained consciousness. The kingsfoil had worked quickly and the pain was slowly receding, though elven medicine would be needed later.

She sat up and viewed her situation. Aside from her immense gash, she was relatively fine. A cut or so on her legs, Uesse had a nice slice on his side that he was trying desperately to clean. Einen noticed it and washed it off quickly before moving over to Arlome. Ani Dao stood up and looked around for Burzdol. He sat in his saddle, his eyes dark with pain. She made her way to him and helped him off his horse. Situating him off the side of the road, against a moss-covered tree, she then called to the healer. The man hurried over to Burzdol and began reapplying herbs and bandages to his wounds. Forgetting all thought of responsibility to the company, she huddled close to Burzdol, grasping his hand as the healer prodded through his wound, plucking out things that would cause infection. When he was done, Burzdol sighed as the kingsfoil began to relieve the pain.

“We’re a good team,” said Ani Dao, referring to the company as a whole. The two elves watched the dwarves greet the elves, forgetting all differences as they tended to wounds and other damages. Ani Dao took attendance of the company and found Belegond and Hathalas missing. She mentioned it to Burzdol.

“I don’t know …” said Burzdol confused as well.

“Can you stand?” asked Ani Dao. The elf nodded. Previous healing on his wound had repaired a lot of damage, and his wound was better off than Ani Dao’s. Hurrying as fast as their malconditions would allow them, they reached Bali.

“Where’s Hathalas?” asked Ani Dao.

“And Belegond?” added Burzdol.

“Hathalas was shot with a poisoned arrow, Belegond is taking him to Rivendell to get –” Bali explained but Ani Dao interrupted.

“They won’t make it! I have a poison antidote in my bag.” Burzdol stepped forward at once.

“Come, we’ll catch up with them.”

“Both of us?”

“Atop Belock. We’ll make it.” The two nodded firmly and mounted Burzdol’s steed. Spurring his horse into the night, they made chase for the Ranger and the elf. It was crazy riding after them in their condition, but Ani Dao had the luck ... they'd make it.

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[Himaran]

Bali was not at all pleased with Burzdol and Ani Dao going after Belegond; after all, both were wounded, and one seriously.
But he knew that they needed to get to Rivendell faster anyway.

He turned back to the rest of the group, now meeting elves and taking about family lines, names and things of that sort. The elves seemed to be enjoying the attention.

Bali was pleased that the group, made up of different races which possibly held grudges on others, was finally blending together, even with outsiders. We are a new generation; it is good that we are avoiding the failures of our fathers.

The dwarf talked to a few elves, and told them about the predicament of Burzdol Ani Dao, Hathalas, and Belegond. "Would you be able to go after them and make sure that they come to no harm? I'd be mighty grateful."

"Aye, good dwarf," answered the captain. "We would be happy to help out such a fine party of warriors."

The elves saddled up and rode off, down the road. Bali turned to the rest of the company, the dwarves, Einin, Arlome, Yanithe, Sarello, and Astarielle. "Well, we must hurry now. Double march on foot from here 'till nightfall, let's go! Those of you with horses are free to ride ahead, reach Rivendell as quickly as possible."

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë whistled loudly, and Thalion came trotting over. His hooves were covered in orc blood. He had done his own bit of fighting.
"Come, Einen! We ride to Rivendell!" Arlómë said.
He hopped on with Einen climbing on behind him.
"Where is Rivendell?" Einen asked as Thalion galloped onward.
"Rivendell is right on the western slopes of the Misty Mountains. It's one of the last havens of the elves for they are now leaving Middle-Earth." Arlómë said sadly.
"Where are they going?"
"They are going to the Greyhavens, and then across the sea to the Undying Lands. But some elves still remain in Middle-Earth, but not for long. Consider yourself lucky to be one of the few mortals to ever see the elves again."

They rode on in silence. In the mud they could see the tracks of the others that rode before them. Hopefully the wounded would make it to Imladris before it was too late. Arlómë was glad to be going back to Rivendell. It had been many years since he was there last, and he wanted to see how much it had changed. If it was true that Imladris was almost deserted, than he wasn't sure if we wanted to see it again.

[Arien]

It had been a day now since they had left the company to fend off the orc attackers. Hathalas' strength was slowly ebbing away and he had not yet again gained conciousness. Belegond was filled with concern, but he knew that Rivindell was drawing close, another two hours or so and they would be there. Duelen was a trusty horse and she sprited along the dirt track as if she carried no burden or wieght upon her. Hathalas groaned, Belegond looked down upon him.

"Are you awake?" he asked, the wind wipping past his face, it was hard to keep Hathalas steady on Duelen because of her speed but Belegond did the best he could to keep him comfortable.

"Yes.....,I...am.."Hathalas replied weakly.

"We draw near to Rivendell, it will not be long until we reach there."

As Belegond came to the Ford he could hear a shouting from behind him, his name was being called. He slowed Duelen down, and Ani Dao and Burzdol came riding up upon one horse.

"We have been chasing you for a day! Duelen is a fast horse. We have the medicine Hathalas needs, but it seems you have brought him to Rivendell. Let us take him to the healers and let us see what they can do." smiled Ani Dao, she seemed relived to find that Hathalas was alive, but Belegond also saw she was hurt her self.

"Let us ride then." and with that the four companions rode into Rivindell.

[maikafanawen]

Annanoldowen sat very still in her ornately decorated cedar chair in the Rivendell library. Premonitions had come strongly these past few weeks of a company of all races journeying towards her deserted city from the northwest. Her eyes were closed and each of her delicate hands rested on the table before her, her left hand scribbling madly on a piece of parchment. Golden hair fell around her body as she recalled every dream and copied it down. When she was finished, after three days of revelation she sat back and opened her eyes, rubbing them clear with her cramped fingers. Clearing her head finally of the cluttering visions she rose. Her legs unfolded beneath her, and she stood elegantly tall, her rich purple robe falling gracefully around her. The elf walked over to the platform that looked out over the old elven city.

It was sunset, and the city of Rivendell was bathed in blood red light. Darkness crept out of the east, pushing back the stain of the dying light, swallowing up the land in its black maw. The sun had settled behind a low bank of clouds, turning both sky and land first orange and then red, painting with vibrant, breathtaking colors, a defiant parting gesture as the day came to its reluctant close.

An elven scout appeared suddenly at the entrance to the library.

“Lady Annanoldowen?” The she-elf turned then and acknowledged his presence.

“Yes Menetwan?” The scout bowed. It has been three days since you shut yourself in this library and our scout has returned with much news. I was ordered to inform you of a company of –”

“Dwarves, elves, and men coming our way from Bree. They were attacked by orcs and four of them are crossing the ford as we speak.” The scout stared dumbfounded at her as she completed his own message.

“There are?” he queried speaking of the latter part of what she had said. The other elf turned and looked back out of the balcony toward the ford. Four elves, a pair on two horses crossed across the water. Then she nodded.

“Three are wounded. Two of which are conscious, and their wounds will be easily healed, but the other is fading fast from a poisoned, orkish arrow. Ani Dao is with them,” the scouts’ ears perked up and he ran over to stand beside Annanoldowen. “She carries an antidote that will aid in sucking out the poison.”

“Who is the poisoned elf?” Annanoldowen eyes suddenly grew wide as her vision was complete and revealed to her the fading elf’s identity.

“Hathalas!” The scout tripped as he ran quickly from the room. Recovering right away he leapt down the stairs to meet the newcomers. Shouting for other guards to aid him they intercepted the four arrivals and led them to a great bedroom, housing an elf of royalty now bound for the Undying Lands. Hathalas was laid in the bed and a healer was summoned. Using the poultice from Ani Dao he went to work and the others were ushered from the room. Another healer tended to the elves’ wounds and when they were bandaged, the three were presented with food and drink. After they were fed and satisfied, they two were given quarters and they slept until the arrival of the remainder of their company.

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Ani Dao awoke in late afternoon the next day. Finding an elegant gown of emerald green draped over the sofa in place of her rugged traveling clothes, she donned it quickly and emerged silently from her room into the shadows of the abandoned palace. The elf wandered the spacious hallways, gazing in recognition at the age-old murals and statues. She brushed her hand over a railing, stirring a layer of dust as she entered an old council room. A voice then interrupted her thoughts.

“Good to see you again, old friend.” Ani Dao turned to see a shadowed figure watching her from the far side of the room.

“Annanoldowen.” She said. The figure emerged into the sliver of light illuminating the dreariness of the room, a broad smile on her pale, but exquisitely beautiful face. The two elves embraced as old friends.

“Too long has it been since I’ve seen you Ani Dao. We have all missed you here.” They pulled apart and walked side by side down to the gardens and sat on the edge of a healthy fountain.

There they talked of the events that had befallen them since their last parting, over fifty years ago. Summarizing the majority of her tales, she skipped ahead to the most recent and dominating one yet. In great detail and length she told the elven seer of her part in the company headed for Erebor. Annanoldowen listened intently. At the conclusion of her story, the elder asked if she could produce the magic stones for her. Ani Dao had hidden them under her pillow as she had slept, and then hung them around her neck yet again on awakening. Now she withdrew them and held them before her for Annanoldowen to examine. Turning them over in her hands, the elf began to glow as the magic of the stones sensed the magic of the elf. The two sources began to hum softly. Then Annanoldowen set the stones down on the side of the fountain as if setting down a heavy burden. She breathed harshly as the bonds between the two broke. Ani Dao was alarmed at what had just happened. Annanoldowen then began to laugh softly.

“Kementurien is a fool. But it is all for the better. How long has she had these I wonder? Long enough I suppose. What she told you about the stones is true. They will be of great importance to your company.” She stood up looking still at the stones. “Kementurien is clever, keeping these hidden from me as well.” Shaking her head she bade Ani Dao collect the stones and replace them in her pouch.

“Isn’t there anything else about the stones? If their magic is so great, why do I bear them? Shouldn’t I leave them with you? No doubt they can be put to better use somewhere else.” Annanoldowen smiled slyly and shook her head.

“Come, now that someone who can relate to my work is here, I would like to show you some new maps. Also, there are some things perhaps you should know about some visions I’ve had recently.” Annanoldowen walked back towards the palace. Ani Dao stared after her, a bit cross and frustrated at the mystery of the stones. Following her finally, she gathered the folds of her dress around her and left the gardens.

The next few hours the two spent in the library reviewing the visions Annanoldowen had been having about the past present and future of their expedition. Finally Annanoldowen concluded:

“I would not be having such dominant premonitions if this journey were not so important. I think this adventure, Ani Dao, is more vital than you perceive.” The assassin shrugged. They were reading over books and maps when a servant informed them that supper had been served and the other two that had arrived with Ani Dao were awake and eating already. The two elves then followed the servant down to the dining room.

[Himaran]

Bali surveyed what group was left with him, for many had left. Yanithe, Belfalod, Erulon, Kili, Durin, Dain, Hogar, Astarielle, and Sarello, and the Gondorians. He nodded in satisfaction. He had all that he needed to make the weeks long march.

The company continued down the path, walking at a fast pace. Soon night had fallen. They stopped a made a quick camp by the roadside. Belfalod got a fire going, and a reluctant Kili was put on kitchen duty with Erulon. Durin was put on watch, and the others dispersed from the camp to gather firewood.

Later, the members of the company sat down to a hot meal around the fire. It was then they noticed Yanithe was missing...

[Kili]

"Cooking?!?" Kili said, "It is an art, I either do it by myself or not at all." Kili crossed his arms and looked from Bali to Erulon. The rest of the company, or of that which was left sat down and made themselves comfortable.

"Kili, we have to work together!" laughed Bali, "Come just let Erulon help you, surely that will be ok."

"That is fine, as long as we get something to eat I do not mind just helping." Erulon replied.

Kili was satisfied for now with his decision, but he was sure thet Erulon would some how muck up his recepie. It had been an hour now and the deer was nearly ready. Kili had left Erulon to the gravy, as that was simple.

"Let us have a taste then!" smiled Kili who had come to like Erulon after their shakey start."MMmmmm, did you put something different in it?" he said sternly.

"Ummm, yes", said Erulon half laughing, half terrified.

Kili paused for a second the shouted, "Well!" all the company was now watching."It is not as good as mine, but it wil do anyday. Erulon take it as a compliment, I seldom admit anyone is better than I!!!"

The served the meal out and sat round the fire laughing and joking. The Bali stopped in the Middle of his joke.

"Where is Yanithe?" he said.

[Burzdol]

A sharp pain woke Burzdol. He sat straight up and looked around. The elf turned and saw Hatalas in the bed beside him. Then he looked to find a beautiful elf maiden applying a strang medicine to his wounds. The elf cried out in pain as the stinging liquid hit his open wounds.

"I see you're awake now," Ani Dao said as she walked into the room.

"Yeah, but if this woman doean't stop, I'll probably be back asleep," he replied.

"That's the point," Ani Dao said jokingly.

"Oh, thanks. I'll remember that when you get wounded. So, where are we any way?"

"Rivendell. Where else do you think has this type of beauty?"

"Beats me."

"Are you going to come with me or sleep for a thousand more years?"

"Hard choice. This bed is really relaxing. And it would be nice to sleep for a thousand years," Ani Dao walked out, "Just kidding. I'm coming." He said as he ran to catch up with the elf maiden.

[Arien]

Belegond walked through Rivendell in awe. It was quite beautiful. That was to put it lightly. It was full of love and sadness; he had never seen a place as such. Save for Lothlorien. Mirkwood and Ithilien were also beautiful, but here it was so much so that it was indescribable. It was now almost deserted, how he would have loved to come her in times when the elves played, lived and learned freely upon the land. He had heard it was a great place of wisdom and the gracious Lord Elrond gave refuge to those with good hearts. That would have been an experience. And it saddened Belegond’s heart to know that this realm would soon diminish and be forgotten in time, like so many other things of beauty.

He stood for a while beside a waterfall while he collected his thoughts. The water ran fluently to the small river by his feet and continued past and elvenhome. The water was clear, perfect. He sat down on the cool, lush green grass and ran his hand through the water. It was cold, but refreshing to touch. He then lay back and sighed. Above him clouds past him by and the sun rose high in the sky, time seemed to stand still. Everything was silent, all but for the water, it was so peaceful and calming. He closed his eyes and thought of the journey.

Erebor, they were half way there. But the worst was still to come, he was sure of this. Caradhras would be no easy task, and then there was actually defending Erebor. Kili seemed to be okay; well at least Belegond hoped he was ok. He should be. And then once again Belegond thought of Yanithe. He had not really talked to her since the Prancing Pony and was for some reason eager to speak to her again. He was sure that she would be fine, for she was headstrong and brave. But she was always in his thoughts, and this troubled him. He often wondered why, surely he could not love her! That was absurd! He hardly knew her and yet he doubted himself.

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[Himaran]

Eruantalon was happy that he and Kili seemed to be capable of making a meal together, despite the orginal uncomfort. Our group must learn to work with one another willingly in areas outside of war.

He asked Kili if he wanted a little help with the deer, and the dwarf politely declined the offer. The man walked back over to the fire, put up his legs and lit his pipe. As he casually blew puffy white rings into the air, he heard a comment from Bali that turned his attention away from his pleasent relaxation.

"Where is Yanithe?"

[Himaran]

Frodess's Post

Few had paid attention to Yanithë; how could they, if they were so occupied? But she understood. She grew weary in between the orc fights and rests. In a way, she dreaded the coming to Rivendell. She knew not why, but she did. And so she rode her horse quietly away from the group.

Muffled were the thuds of her horse's hooves on the soft grass. Onward Yanithë rode, closing her eyes and leaning against her steed's mane. To often had she thought of Him, her love from Rohan. It could not be helped, for Belegond had stirred up memories that should have stayed put.

The horse came to a sudden stop. Opening her eyes, Yanithë gazed at a small stream in a clearing in the forest. And there He was, filling up his leathern canteen,

"Is it really you?"

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[Himaran]

Bali had looked around the camp with the others, and had scanned the road nearby for tracks. Nowhere was there a sign of Yanithe.
Swiftly, Bali organized the company into several search parties.

"She must have left before we reached the camp. We will have to look for her in the woods. Durin, you go with your father and Gromfelt; Erulon, you and Kili look together. Astarielle, come with me. Hogar, stay at the camp with Sarello."

The group split up, looking throughout the woods for a clue to Yanithe's disappearance...

[Burzdol]

Burzdol followed Ani Dao to a beautiful outcrop. A small table sat near a marble railing. Large water falls flowed underneath the pair. Burzdol stopped in awe to look once again upon Rivendell's pride.

"You coming to sit down?" Ani Dao asked as she sat down.

"Yes. So, what's on the menu today? After all that medicine sucked all of my energy away, I'm hungry."

The two ate a small feast, then went there seperate ways. Ani Dao said something about seeing a friend here. Fine for me, he thought. The elf walked through familiar hallways to his favorite spot, where the shards of Narsil had been kept. Though now it was bare. Lord Aragorn had used it in the War of the Ring. An approaching figure startled the elf.

"Are you Burzdol?" a maiden asked.

"Yes," he said turning, "What about it?"

"You are to come with me. I am ordered get you a change of clothing. Come with me please."

The elf strode off, following the elf.

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas woke silently and reluctantly to find an elf healer he had known for quite some time applying a strong smelling cream to his bandaged back. The bed beside him had appeared to be used. "Burzdol must already be enjoying the pleasures and beauties of Rivendell" he thought. Hathalas sighed and asked some questions and talked to the healer for some time, asking about the rest of his company and how they were. Then the maiden left and let his mind wander, wondering how Bali and the rest of the company were doing, and how he could repay the group for saving his life.

It still appeared clouded in mystery before him. Where were they headed, and why? Why do dwarves, elves, men and a hobbit travel together, despite their immense differences. Why did it seem danger followed them wherever they go? The pondering made Hathalas' head hurt, and sleep overtook him once again and he relaxed on the soft feather beds of Imladris. In his dreams he saw an eagle, a large, golden eagle, soaring across dark skies, wind trailing behind it, following it wherever it went, as if the eagle was bent on leading it to some destination. Ahead, a tall, threatening mountain, whose top was imbeaded in dark clouds, blankets of snow amidst it. The strong wind battering against its hard stone, no visible tree, bird or blade of grass in sight. The eagle landed on the mountain, and turned into a proud deer, wind still trailing behind it. The deer climbed one of the passes of the mountain, when suddenly, a dark pit loomed out behind the deer, and the wind turned to water, and it fell into the dark nothingless below. Then Hathalas awoke and thought for a good hour or two about the curious dream…

[Himaran]

Bali and Astarielle had found little in the forest. They prudently decided to stop and think rather than blindly comb the forest, wasting valuable time which could be rapidly disappearing. They discussed the last sighting of Yanithe before she had gotten lost; which they presumed (and hoped) was what had happened to her.

"I last saw her when we were coming along the path, not far from the camp," stated Astarielle. "She was on horseback."

"Well, she could not be far, than. But what truly troubles me is the fact that nothing happened. As far as I can tell, she did not get lost, she left. For what purpose I cannot tell, but It seems clear that she left on her own will."

"Then let us check the road. Perhaps a clue will be found there that can shed light on this mystery; to often is our judgement clouded in shadow.

The two warriors went back over to to the road. They slowly searched across the length of it, finding nothing except the tracks of the dwarves. And then Bali spotted the broken reeds in the stream by the path. "A horse passed through here, heading into the forest."

Hoping it was indeed Yanithe who they were following, the two warriors walked into the forest. Their figures were soon swallowed up by the dark canopy.

[Himaran]

Belfalod was happy to have a break from the tires of the life on the road. Rivendell was a place of rest, and here he felt truly at peace. Although he knew that those abiding here were his enemies, he still made friends will many of the elves there, and soon blended in with the type of social class which existed in that safe haven.

He walked throughout the outer wall, overlooking the ford and the mountains to the east. Fountains and waterfalls were scattered about, and trees; everywhere there was life, intwining with the masonry and forming the sophisticated architecture found in Imladris.

He returned to the main building soon feeling an exhaustion which slowly consumed him. He went back to his room, and threw himself under the covers. Rest, he needed it badly. But he could not sleep. He saw images of the members of the company which he had been ordered to destroy. The friendly figure of Bali, the pain etched into the features of Burzdol as the arrow took him in the back, the anguish on the face of Ani Dao when she saw that her friend had been wounded. He knew that the group had slowly bonded; and deep down he had a creeping feeling that much as the orcs and traps of Galdon Finllo and his warriors had and would set against them, the company of warriors would not be stopped. And, adding to his confusion he was slowly feeling like one of them. He ate and slepted beside them, and had fought with them against a common foe. The man tried to push the thoughts out of his mind. If there was one thing that had been drilled into his mind during his strict training, it had been this.

Fear is not acceptable. Failure is not an option. Treason will ensure your death.

[astarielle]

The forest cast mysterious shadows on the moss ridden ground. Here and there pools of glowing light broke the darkness of the forest floor. Looking up no stars could be seen. The wind grew in great gusts and then died down again quickly. This was a strange forest.

As Bali and Astarielle searched the area for any sign of Yanithe. After a while, steadily working their way deeper into the forest, Astarielle say a patch of disturbed soil. Patches of bare earth were visible in a sea of dead leaves.

"She passed this way it seems, however she was not fleeing from danger. Quite on the contrary, her horse was plodding." said Astarielle.

"This tale gets more sinister by the hour." said Bali in a wondering voice.

They continued on following the footfalls but after an hour they ended. They appeared out of the gloom in a spacious clearing, in the centre of which there was a pool, surrounded by leaves. The ground now turned to grass so footprints should have been easy to find and follow. To their dismay even in this saturated ground no trace could be found.

"It's almost like she disappeared." said Bali gruffly.

"or turned aside and covered her tracks to fool the unwittingly." replied Astarielle.

[maikafanawen]

The library of Rivendell was immense. There were books, maps, manuscripts, letters, and drawings from as far back as the first age before the first war with Sauron. Ani Dao stood atop a ladder, flipping through them haphazardly, trying to find anything that would be of some interest to her. She came across a rather new, red leather bound book. There and Back Again: A Hobbit’s Holiday. As she removed it from its little niche, an envelope fluttered to the ground. She reached down to catch it as it fell, and ended up sliding the ladder out from under her. The elf fell on her back atop the envelope. Reaching under her, she withdrew the crumpled piece of paper. Opening it, to her great dissatisfaction, she found it empty. Annanoldowen came over to her then, and helped her up.

“What was in this envelope?” asked Ani Dao, showing it to her friend. Annanoldowen took it and turned it around rapidly once or twice before shrugging. She then glanced at the book Ani Dao had dropped on falling.

“Ah! There and Back Again. Bilbo Baggin’s tale.” Ani Dao scrunched up her brow trying to remember where she heard that name before. Failing, she followed Annanoldowen as she righted the ladder. “Was there anything specific you were looking for?” Ani Dao shook her head.

“Just anything of interest.” Annanoldown nodded.

“Want to read about Beren and Luthien.” Ani Dao guffawed,

“That’s a child’s bedtime tale.” Annanoldowen shrugged,

"It might enlighten you ..." Ani Dao rounded on her,

“Here! What do you mean by that?”

“Ani Dao, Hathalas is awake.” An elven healer appeared at the library entrance, looking solemnly towards the disheveled elf. Ani Dao gave him a perplexed look. The elf spoke again, “Did you not wish to be summoned when he recovered?”

“Annanoldowen, did you—” Ani Dao turned her head to find the elf missing from her previous position. “I’m sorry, I believe you have been mistaken. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Not at all.” The elf turned then, and walked slowly, in the fashion of nobility towards his next destination. Ani Dao shook her head and sat down heavily on a small chair next to the bookshelf, her eyes straying randomly over the large array of books. They finally settled on one that stood out amongst the others. Getting up to fetch it, she pulled it from its confined place between two larger, geneaology books. It fell open at once in her hands. Bright calligraphic words danced across the page in hues of golds and silvers. Written in an ancient form of Sindarin. Suddenly the air about Ani Dao grew dark and dreary and a deep thrumming settled inside her ears. Voices of old screamed to her from their prisons among the pages. Shutting it quickly and firmly, she placed it back on the shelf and stepped back.

“Bad ending?” She turned apace to find Burzdol standing just behind her, clad in new garb of the Rivendell order.

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[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas was sick of thinking about the dream, so he threw his cloak over him and went down the ornate staircase to get some breakfast.

While on his way to the dining room he passed by the Rivendell library, which was full beyond extent, packed with stone statues, books of Middle-Earth and all of its ages, and several other priceless artifacts. He saw Lady Annanoldowen, standing tall beside Ani Dao, a fair elf Hathalas remembered from the company. He greatly admired Lady Annanoldowen, for her vast knowledge of the land and its times, for her pride and her beauty, and for her resolve to help the people of Middle-Earth. She had afterall stayed at Middle-Earth rather then set sail on the tall ships leading to Valinor to help spread her knowledge to all living things.

Hathalas walked over and bowed to Annanoldowen, and Ani Dao. He saw that she was looking over a large leather bound book titled "There and Back Again:A Hobbits Tale - By Bilbo Baggins". Ah, Bilbo Baggins. He had not heard that name for a while. He remembered him from years ago, coming to stay at Imladris. He was an interesting hobbit, full of surprises, Hathalas had found him when he had arrived. He spoke briefly to Annanoldowen and Ani Dao in the elvish tongue of Mr.Baggins, refreshing Ani Dao's memory of his name, although she had probably never had the chance to meet him. Then the conversation passed to his son Frodo Baggins, and then to the completed quest of the ring, the elvish language bouncing easily and gracefully off their tongues. Hathalas then bid them farewell, and went down for a hearty meal. Perhaps he would see the other elf, Burzdol there, who'd he'd been eager to find out if his condition was alright.

[Burzdol]

With Burzdol's new green cloak and clothing, he walked to the library. He then talked to Ani Dao for a bit and asked where Hathalas was. The elf the strode away to find his companion.

"Good day to you, Hatalas," Burzdol said as he walked into another beautiful eatery, "How are you today?"

"Fine, I thought I would see you here."

"Yes. Though I'm not a dwarf, I still like good cooking." The two elves laughed at the joke. Burzdol then sat down exchanged more conversation.

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Hogar and Serello followed Bali unnoticed. For all any one knew, they were dead.

"How long until we reach Rivendell?" Serello asked.

"Not that long, I hope. But when we get there, we are staying. We'll be safe there. From anything."

"Does it have a library?"

"Of course it has a library, young hobbit. Why?"

"I want to know it they have Bilbo Baggin's book."

"Well, I think they have that book. And about five hundred score more. So you should like it. They also have some of the best food in all Middle Earth."

"Food?"

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Thalion's hooves echoes on the wooden bridge crossing the the Ford of Bruinen. They had finally reached Rivendell. They had followed the tracks of the others before them. Luckily, they had run into no orcs but Arlómë could hear them in the forest, somewhere out there. He knew that there would be no attack on Rivendell, so they would be safe there.

As they rode into Rivendell, an elf spotted them and walked over.
"Welcome again, Arlómë of the Dúnedain. You are well known to us." the elf said.
Arlómë didn't recognize this elf. He must have arrived in Rivendell after the last time Arlómë was here. Arlómë bowed to him in the elven fashion and said, "We are well met, master Elf, though I do not recognize you. Last time I was in Imladris, Lord Elrond was preparing for his departure for the Greyhavens."
"I myself am preparing for the departure from Middle-Earth. I'm spending my last remaining years here preparing for Valinor. I have been told by our Lady that if I should see you, to take your horse to the stables and direct you to your chambers. Many of your friends have arrived before you and are now resting."
"What about Ani Dao and Burzdol? Are they ok?" Einen asked.
"Yes, they are ok. You look more worn and weary than they do. Come, you shall rest under the shade of Imladris."

The elf, who was named Moranin, led Arlómë and Einen to their rooms.
"Arlómë , your room is here and Einen, yours is across the hall." And with that said, he took Thalion to the stables.
Arlómë went into his room while Einen went into his. Arlómë was ready for a good rest. He unbuckled his cloak, and then his sword belt. After finally taking off all his equipment, and putting on the elven garments that he found lying on his bed, he got ready to retire, but it was spoiled by Einen.
"I love this place! I still can't believe I'm here. Do you want to go out and find the others? You can show me around the place." Einen asked excitedly.
Arlómë sighed. "Yes, I will tell you everything you want to know, but after I get my rest. I suggest that you rest also or your stay here won't be as enjoyable as it can be."
"Your right. I'll come back later. I am getting pretty tired, after talking about rest." Einen yawned and went back out to his room. Arlómë's door shut softly behind him.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain shook his head and stared over at Gromfelt and his son. "Bah, Yanithe must have fallen into a deep pit or strayed far from the trail. I fear for her safety. We've looked and looked but have gotten exactly nowhere. I've spoke with Astarielle. Their team is going to keep looking deeper in the woods. They suggested we go on to Rivendell and warn the others to prepare things for the tough trail that lies ahead."

Durin nodded his head towards his father, "We've got to hurry. It will do no good if we make it through the pass only to discover that the Orcs have made it before us and killed everyone in their wake."

The three gathered their things together and headed in the direction of Rivendell, intending to warn everyone that they should gather their things for the purpose of leaving shortly.

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[Frodess]

Is it him? Is it really him?thought Yanithë. She dismounted her horse and approached the figure at the water.

"Bëor, is it you? Bëor son of Falamir? Speak to me!" Yanithë plodded through the stream, not caring about her raiment. "Will you not speak? Will you not speak?"

He looked at her, a dazed expression on his face, and gestured toward the water. She gazed at her reflection, moving closer and closer, as if in a trance. She heard her horse whinny and run off, then all went black.


Cold, so cold. Why did he do this to me? He was. . . that's all over now. It was not him, no. Where is my horse, where is my company, my leader, my compatriots? Where amI?

[Kili]

"Seeing as everyone else is going, shall we?" Kili asked Erulon, while packing up the cooking things. Kili had come to like Erulon more, he thought he was trustworthy, a good man.

"Well, I am sure Bali and Astarielle are capable of finding her!" smiled Erulon."So will we walk or are you willing to ride upon my horse with me?"

Kili thought for a second, walking would take along time and he was too tired for that. Howerver he never really favoured horses that much and only rode them when nessessary.

"Ok, we will take the horse, I will ride before you." Replied Kili.

They packed up the rest of the things and loaded as much as they could onto the horse, they left the rest for Bali to take. They mounted the horse on rode off down the dust riddeen path.

It had now been two days and they had only stopped once so that they could rest. They were now at the Ford of Bruinen, close to Rivendell. An elven scout came out to meet them accompanied by Belegond.

"Belegond, so you got here safe? And how is Hathalas?" asked Kili excitedly.

"Oh he is fine, healing fast. And yourself you seem to be fine no injuries from battle?"

"No! Let us go to Rivendell then, and then I can see how beautiful it is!"

The elf scout paused for a second, "surely you have put that fued behind you. It is over now, bring him before the lady and see what she will say," said Belegond softly to the elf.

"Yes, follow me", and the three followed the elf into Rivendell.

[Arien]

Belegond waved goodbye to the other three as they left on a separate path. He made his way down to a small alcove hidden by long winding Ivy. He could see a fire inside and a figure sitting by it, it was Arlome. Belegond looked around; there was no sign of Einen the new recruit Arlome had brought with him. He made his way over the soft grass to the hidden alcove.

"Hello Arlome, how does it go?" asked Belegond.

"Well", he smiled, "Please sit." Belegond obeyed and sat. Day was ending and the alcove was filled with the last lingering rays of sunlight. A soft breeze rattled the wooden frame and then peace. Belegond looked at the Ranger, his grey eyes were deep, mysterious. As most of the Rangers, like his father. They sat in silence for a while, and then Belegond took out his pipe and lit it.

“Pipe weed, brilliant!” said Belegond laughing.

“Indeed it is”, replied Arlome. As he said this another figure appeared. It was Belfalod. “Come join us.”

“I think I will”, and he took a seat on the other side of the small alcove. “So we have the three rangers together at last! Let us talk of our ancestors, and kin! What do you say?”

“Well I would not say no to a good talk after all of this fighting, what do you sat Arlome?” Belegond said as he looked towards Arlome.

[astarielle]

A little further into the forest Bali and Astarielle came to a stream. They rested.

"How much longer are we going to pend trying to find Yanithe?" asked Bali.

"As long as it takes. Although I am accustomed to travelling alone I will not loose a member of my company" replied Astarielle.

The sun was reaching the midpoint of her long journey accross the sky. Long shadows were cast accross the stream. Looking around Bali caught sight of a strange shadow that did not look atall like a tree or any such thing.

"Hey! Elf, what is that?" said Bali urgently.

Disturbed from her thought Astarielle looked up and replied, "I do not know but I will go and see."

They walked, occasionally jumping over roots, towards were Astarielle thought the shadow was coming from though it was hard to see. They followed the steam and went down a steep muddy bank to the water's edge.

"It's Yanithe!"cried Bali. Ignoring the fact that he could not swim ran into the water. Swift as a bird Astarielle ran in and grabbed Bali form behind.

"I don't know about you but I do not wish to loose another of our company." said Astarielle gazing deep into his eyes. She set him down on the bank and hastened into the fast flowing stream. The stream was deepeer than it looked from the bank. She swam as fast as she could over to Yanithe. Taking hold of her carefully lifted her head onto her shoulder and swam back to shore.

"She is still alive, barely. Thankfully she lay with her face out of the water." said Astarielle calmly.

"Do something elf! Quickly!" yelled Bali running quickly over.

"Patience is a virtue master dwarf, come, give her space."

Bali kneeled down beside Yanithe and smoothed the hair away form her face. She lay pale and tranquil as if in a dream.

"Anim sintar thaliolle, lye coia nalaquel"

"I know your strength, come back to us"

As soon as Astarielle said this, Yanithe coughed and spluttered. Bali yelled in delight and embraced Yanithe then Astarielle saying,

"Thankyou Astarielle, I will never speak ill of an elf again!"

Astarielle did not know whether to believe Bali but smiled nevertheless.

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas enjoyed talking with Burzdol, finding out lots about him and his company. Then the conversation popped up as to where they were headed. Hathalas was most eager to find out, he wanted to help the company in any way possible.

"We're headed to Erebor," explained Burzdol. " There is, if you haven't heard, a battle going on there and the dwarves wish to aid their kin. Very loyal in my opinion, they also offered rare treasures of their land to find companions for their trip."

"Sounds like an exciting journey all in all," said Hathalas. "So how are you getting there? The High Pass? Caradhras? Moria?"

"Caradhras," Burzdol stated quickly. "It took more debate then we expected at the beginning, but it is our course for certain now."

"Caradhras, really...," Hathalas said in a pondering voice. "My father was a great scout you know, when he was alive, he knew Caradhras so much, he could create a map showing all the different pathways and passes to cross the dreadful mountain with his eyes closed. What’s more, he taught me everything he knew about Caradhras.”

Suddenly an idea popped up inside his head.

“Is your company in need of a guide?”

Burzdol looked up and said “Well yes, none of us are experienced or anything with the mountain, but I don’t know if you’d like to come, there would be dangers after all, and it is a long journey.”

“I owe it to your companions” Hathalas proclaimed. “I would have died for sure out on that orc ridden path if it wasn’t for them. I owe it to them.”

Burzdol grinned. “Well, you’ll have to ask Bali, but I think and hope you’ll be coming with us.

Hathalas smiled also and went up to one of the rooms to rest, stating he’d had enough food and even the talking had tired him out.

[Burzdol]

As Burzdol left his friend, he pulled out a long forgotten item. The small carved out pipe reminded him of something. Thus, the elf went to Rivendell's finest goldsmith.

When he came out the pipe now had beautiful gold engravings. The few words it said were:Baruk Khazad, To my friend Bali

[Himaran]

Bali was furious at Yanithe for getting lost. Much as she tried, he could get know explaination out of her; it appeared that the young woman did not even remember leaving the group at all!

They returned to camp, finding that most had packed and left. Thus, they did the same, and soon were on the way to Rivendell.

The trip went on without any further troubles, and within three days march they reached Rivendell.

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"In any case," stated Belfalod, "Let I be the first to do so. I know little of what became of my mother, as she died when I was young, but I know that my father was a great ranger by the name of Airendil.

He fought alongside lord Aragorn in that last battle before the Black Gates of the Dark Tower, but alas, that was his final battle. My father was sain by an arrow which came from the tower.

I was not there, but in Gondor at the time. When I recieved news, I left the white city and have wandered ever since."

He turned to the others. "And what might your stories be?"

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[maikafanawen]

“An elf maiden ran through the woods, her layered dress billowing behind her, threatening to slow her down. Spiders were on her trail, and her weapons were lost. Her feet were covered protectively in cow-hid boots, although the soles were soaked and coated with mud. A howl up ahead told the elf that the wargs had detected her trail, and her enemies were upon her from both sides. The feather pendant at her throat was pulsing with a steady supply of magic. The silver began to glow. In a flourish of desperate panic, she wrenched it from its hanging place on a the black chord around her neck, and held it above her, reaching towards the steely gray sky. Bolts of magic and twines of steel erupted about her as the veins on the feather expanded past her fingers, creating a protective shield between the elf and her pursuers.

“Lunging at her like rabid dogs, spiders and wargs struck the shield in a bone crushing madness. Strength was seeping continuously from her body and the elf’s brilliant blue eyes were misting over. A voice sounded then, breaking through the sudden barrir. The elf cried out in frustration as strong arms wrapped protectively around her as she faded from consciousness. Vague outlines of spiders and wargs were cowering away from the figure who stood there, holding the limp she-elf’s body. It was a man, probably a wizard, his silver hair flowing around his face, receding from the confinements of his death black cowl.

“A loud booming sound echoed from under the wizard’s feet. He began to run. The elf’s body was folded into his arms, her head pressed against his chest. Fire engulfed the valley, and the man lashed out, a blue mist issuing from his fingertips, counteracting the flames. Another rumble shook the earth then, almost throwing the man off-balance. He ran again, forcing back the fire, and other enemies.

“Finally the two broke through the forest boundaries and entered the base of the Misty Mountains. The entrance to the unknown caverns of the desolate range were half a mile away. Summonging his magic around him, the wizard cloaked them defensively and quickened his sprint across the plain. Sweltering fire came after them, revealing its source. An ancient demon of Morgoth, both shadow and flame, a Balrog of the old world. It shrieked in fury as it closed in on the fugitives. Spiders and wargs were far behind, either scared off or killed by the monster.

“The door loomed just up ahead, only a few more steps and they were safe. The Balrog was right on their tale, but his bulky figure would not be able to pass through the entrance way. Shadow crept up over the two as they neared the arch. Finally, the wizard leapt into protection of the caves, cradling the elf girl. He did not stop there though, he continued to run away from the immense heat of the Balrog. The man came upon a pool, deep in some forgotten crevice of the mountain. Its water was black and placid, like the stomach of some sleeping dragon. On the far side were jagged rocks, forbidding access to the ominous pond. He laid the elf at its shore and settled himself in his robes, watching as the ceremony took place.

“He waited for an hour or so, until the water began to churn, green mist entwining with the black pool. Corporeal forms rose from the surface, dancing their way across the lake to the sleeping girl. The largest form, and most foreboding of the spirits, reached out with one frail, transparent hand. The moment the fingertips of the wraith made contact with the cheek of the elf, the entire cavern erupted in lightening, silver smoke issuing from every niche and crevice the mountains ever had. It disappeared as soon as it had come and the elf sat rigid, and by herself, her eyes open and staring at the death-plagued lake. In her small, frozen hand, was the feather pendant. Its pearlescent silver shiny from the sweat of her hand.”

Ani Dao concluded her story and looked mischievously at Serello who was staring wide eyed and amazed at the she-elf. The hobbit began to digest her story. They were seated in the dining room and had begun to talk while Hogar was being convinced by the other dwarves that elf food was not so bad, even for a dwarf. Ani Dao had spotted Serello half eating, half watching the scene. She had walked over to him and struck up a conversation with the hobbit. Not long after, she had offered to tell him the story of her feather pendant. Since she wasn’t sure of the real tale, she decided to make one up instead. After a while of thinking the little hobbit raised one eyebrow and said,

“You made that up!” Ani Dao shrugged,

“So? You liked it didn’t you?” The hobbit laughed and walked away to join Hogar who had finally conceded to eat elvish food. The elf stood up with a sigh, I thought it was good, she wandered then outside to enjoy the rest of the day before the company had to leave again. And if we don't go soon I'll go mad just wandering around with nothing to do!

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë sat there and thought about his own family.
"I am of the northern line of the heirs of Isildur. My father traveled also with Lord Aragorn on the Paths of the Dead. He was in the battle before Minas Tirith, but he was wounded, and missed the battle before the Black Gate. I myself was born in Gondor. After the war, my mother came south to visit him. They were there for 2 years before I was born. When I was about 5, I was brought north to Rivendell, where I was raised for most of my life. My father taught me most of what I know, but he was slain by renegade orcs in the Misty Mountains when I was 17."

"I have not been gack to Gondor where most the remaining Dúnedain have gone. But I have chosen to live the life of the Rangers of the past and follow the examples of my fathers until the north is safe from any danger. That is why I'm going to Erebor."

[Earendil Halfelven]

Einen couldn't believe in the beauty of this place. He had awoken, but Arlómë was still asleep, so Einen just decided to go out by himself. From all the elves he had talked to and what he had learned in so short a time, he had found out a lot of about the history of the Elves and Men. He knew that Arlómë was a Dúnedain, but he really didn't know what that was-until he had listened to the stories of the Elves. Throughout the day, he had listened to stories of where the Elves came from, the Silmarills, and the Ancient Kings of Men. He had briefly heard of the ancient kings, especially about the Barrow Downs by Bree. Now, with the Elves help and knowledge, he learned that Arlómë himself, and Belfalod and Belegond, where of the line of the ancient kings.

After looking around some more and exploring into the library and other buildings of Rivendell. I wonder how Ani Dao, Burzdol, and the elf scout are doing? he tought. Einen decided that he go off and look for them.

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao could not remember a time when she had been so bored. She had covered Rivendell in the first two days and searched the library the third. Day four and Ani Dao was lying on her back on a stone bridge somewhere in the inner forests of Rivendell, her feet dangling off the edge. She had discarded her dresses and elegant clothing for her preference of earthen colored and maneuverable garb. Her boots were pulled up snug against her shins, covering the bottom of her new dark green riding pants like the kind Astarielle wore. Ani Dao’s favorite vest of deer hide brown was fastened tightly around her torso, her sleeveless tunic separating the itchy leather from her fair skin. Ani Dao’s hair was tied up with some leather straps and few small, brown feathers. Missing from her outfit were her leather gauntlets, her left armband, her rope, and all her weapons. She wore her feather pendant like always on a black leather chord around her neck.

It was an hour until dusk even though the thick canopy caused it to appear otherwise. No wind stirred the trees and the forest creatures were quiet. When they said Rivendell was deserted, they meant it.

Her surroundings had taken on a blue tint, a reflection of the crystal stream and sapphire blue sky, peeking through the tiny gaps in the treetops. Flowers of all sorts blossomed on the soil rich banks and vines encircled the collection of tall elms and hemlocks. A light fog covered the floor due to the collection of humidity from the pale darkness. Little grooves on the cool stone bridge housed clumps of moss, and lichen traveled along the length of the span.

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She dozed for a while then resolved to go check on Uesse, who had arrived with the first party of dwarves. The elf found her horse not in the stables with the others, but in the nearby field, grazing on the rich green grass. Ani Dao laughed and whistled for her horse to come to her. Uesse lifted his head momentarily then trotted over to his master.

“Sorry, no apples or carrots. I just came from boredom and didn’t think to bring you anything.”

“It’s alright, I have some.” Ani Dao starred at Uesse, thinking it was he who had spoken. Then silvery laughter came from behind, and the elf turned to see a young elf maiden holding a basket of grooming tools and some food. They both laughed. “I was just coming to bring him in. He wouldn’t come when Gorwen came to get him. I thought I’d try again and if he still didn’t I’d just groom him out here.” The elf maiden set down her basket and handed an apple to Ani Dao.

“Thanks.” She fed her horse some fruits and then left the maiden to her chore. Wandering back up to the palace she went to look for someone to talk to, whether it be someone from her company or just any elf in Rivendell, she needed something to do.

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[Arien]

“Well… I am of the line of Anarion. My father was born in Gondor but then went North and joined the rest of the Rangers. Then after the War of the Ring, he met my mother, a fair maiden of Rohan. She cared for the Mereas of Rohan, that is where I got Duelen. There upon its land I was brought up until at the age of seven my mother died tragically”, Belegond paused for a moment and looked at Arlome and Belfalod who were listening intently. “For the next years I travelled with my father and became a true Ranger, but alas I also lost him as well to a party of orcs. He died needlessly to save my life, and I honour him for that. Since then I have wandered the lands. But remember, ‘ Not all those who wander are lost’.” And with that Belegond finished his short tale, he could tell more but he did not feel all that up to it.

“May I take my leave? I wish to wander this place a little more before we depart”, Arlome and Belfalod nodded and Belegond walked out of the alcove.

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[Frodess]

For a while, Yanithë's mind was blank; it was impossible to think. Impossible to answer Bali's endless questions. But then she remembered. It was him. But how could it be? She sighed and rode on, for Astarielle found her horse.

Rivendell. She couldn't wait to get there, and when they first glimpsed the desolate city from a few miles away, she smiled at its beauty. Perhaps she would see that man, Belegond. Maybe she would be able to tell him what had happened, maybe he would understand. . .

[astarielle]

"Imladris, rivendell, a light in a sea of darkness, how welcomly I look upon you now in this dark hour!" exclaimed Astarielle as they neared Rivendell.

Talhandir snorted and quickened her pace, sensing that they were near to a place of rest. Astarielle broke into song, her fair voice floating off into the wind.

She dismounted and set Talhnadir off into the rich pasture land that were nearby. Swiftly she leapt lightly up the cold worn steps to the doors of Imladris. A moments pause befell her, slowly she reached for the knob and opened the door. Lightly it swung open, she beckoned Bali and Yanithe to follow.

Out of a long corridor to her left an elf walked, making no sound, towards her.

"Ai na vendui Astarielle. Ellen sila lumen omentielvo." said the elf. He stepped into the light and lifted up his hood. Immediately Astarielle lowered her eyes and nodded her head.

"Well met Annanoldowen, it is pleasure to be under the eaves of your house once more. I have travelled far and great jy it brings me to see your face again." said Astarielle.

"Rest now Astarielle, you have far to go but never doubt that you will return and live once more in peace and in better times. Journey now and stay true to your companions, do not lead them astray. You have my blessing." As quickly as he had appeared he had left, leaving Astarielle dismayed, what had he meant?

Astarielle followed the corridor, light spilling in from the glass less arches. she came unto a heavy wooden door with silver clasps and hinges. Silently it opened form within, the great hall stood in front of her. Some of her companions were here, thay looked towards Astarielle, Bali and Yanithe as they entered.

"Reunited at last"

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[Himaran]

Kaldon crouched behind a small boulder, watching the three rangers talk. He was unsure whether or not he could still trust Belfalod. The man considered killing him now with a swift knife throw, but abandoned the idea when the rangers were called inside. He decided that it would be better to simply get a head start on them, and wait for an opportunity to slay that meddling dwarf Hogar. Kaldon slipped away into the underbrush, bound west.

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The company spent several more days at Rivendell, waiting for their wounded comrades to recover their strength. But at last the day came to leave Imladris, and head west once more, bound for the Caradhras.

It was a somber group that met by the eastern gate of Rivendell. The company, now consisting of Gondorian warriors, several elven scouts (lead by Hathalas), and the original members (minus Sarello and Hogar who were staying at Rivendell), stood ready for the order to leave. All were making the journey on foot, as it would be impossible to travel over the Caradhras on horseback.

"Well, companions, it seems that we are once again on the road. Steel yourselves for the worst, for our road will now lead us over mountainous terrain, and ultimately to the Caradhras. Be on your guard. The orcs will return."

With these ominous words, Bali took his place at the head of the company, and the warriors left Rivendell. They passed at first through the pretty rural valley, filled with life of many types. The sound of the running water from the ford mingled with the song of many birds, creating a beautiful melody.

They travelled for about a day in this peaceful bliss, until they reached the mountains. Suddenly, the soft landscape changed dramatically, and all that could be seen was flat plains, with small vegetation and naturnal rock features dotted throughout the area.

They continued this way for several days, heading due west. Then they turned slightly southward, and finally reached their destination; the dreaded pass of Caradhras.
But before reaching the pass itself, they had to ascend to the top of the snowy peak.
The company started the climb, helping one another up the steep incline.

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas walked lightly on top of the fresh layer of snow infront of the company, beside Bali and Ani Dao. He noticed that the dwarves trudged through the snow with determined faces, so accustomed to this because of their hard-working and sturdy nature. Hathalas was thankful that he was so light and did not have to put up with the thick snow as much as most of the rest of the company.

Burzdol, he seemed, had recovered much of his former strength and was walking confidently behind Hathalas beside Kili and Astarielle. It seemed that the pure goodness of Rivendell had given him something different, something new that wasn't there before...

Hathalas led them up a safer path on the North Eastern side of the mountain that was in less danger of having an avalanche occur, because of the degree of the slope on its side of the mountain. However Hathalas felt a higher danger growing even more aware in his heart. His elven eyes saw far away, a dark storm cloud, black and grey swirls of maddening nimbus clouds, the chilling rain and thick snow, the angry and howling winds. Hathalas also chose this side of the mountain, because the storm was approaching from the other side, from the east.

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[Himaran]

Bali trudged up the mountain, following Hathalas. He was actually quite glad for the help of the elf, for he had led the group on a relatively straight route while still missing many of the dangerous naturnal features which existed.

Soon the company came to a thick patch of ice on the hillside. The dwarves then came to the front, using their axe blades to bust footholds into the hard ground before them. The others followed behind them.

Within an hour's climb they reached the top of the summit, a flat plateau covered with a thin layer of snow. Immediately, the weather changed for the worse. Snow blew hard in the vicious wind, causing the vision of many members to become difficult.

They trudged along the flat open area, and soon came to a wall of white rock, the start of the mountains. But there was also a large opening, which Bali made for. Through it little could be seen, but within the company there was no doubt that it was the entrance to the pass of Caradhras.

"Well, here we are; this is the pass of Caradhras. We will now enter a dangerous road, which will drop down steeply for a while. It does not lead underground, but when there are great storms the pass darkens. Watch your step, and keep near the walls. There are many sheer dropoffs into the nothingness below." The company moved into the pass, and was soon swallowed up by the swirling white storm.

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë trudged through the snow-he had left Thalion behind at Rivendell. He didn't want to have to worry about his horse while they were on Caradhras. He had crossed before, but it wasn't as he remembered. He was glad that the Elven scouts were leading the company-they could see better in the snow and they didn't have to worry about trudging through the stuff.

When they finally reached the pass, he heard the grim warning of staying near the walls and watching your step. He knew how important it was to be careful, especially now that they were in a narrow pass. Anything could happen...

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Einen wrapped his cloak closer around him. He had never experienced snow like this before. They had snow in Bree, but not like this. He was grateful to the Elves of Rivendell for equiping him with snow clothes. They also had given him a quiver of arrows and a bow, as a token of their appreciation for him listening to all of their tales and stories. He had practiced with it some, but he was eager to use it on some orcs.

His hood protected his eyes from the snow. As he glanced in front of him, he could barely see the form of Arlómë.

"Stay near to the walls..." was all he could hear in the wind. But he figured that as long as he stayed behind Arlómë, he would get through Caradhras.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt griped his axe tight. The soft lands by Rivendell had long past them by, insteed replaced by a harsh cold landscape. Hathalas and his elves had lead them onward and upward to the pass of Cahadras. The biting cold was good in the view of the dwarf, but peaks and crages juting out in every direction and the storms were not.
The group paused as Hathalas explanded how they would go through the pass. Soon it became hard to see. Grom kept one hand on his axe, the other on the wall. His mind was back in Rivendell, in the armory where an elf had explained to him about there take on the craft. Armories, Smiths, Erebor. He thoughts wandered aimlessly untill they can on the loney mountain.

Sundenly he was jerked out of his thoughts, his foot had no ground under it, he stumbled, loosing his balance, falling forward, then someone grabed him from behind."Don't loose your footing there." it was Dain by the sound of the voice, but Gromfelt couldn't acually see him. Gromfelt nodded and sighed embarestly.
"No mountain yet has conquered Gromfelt son of Dwelfelt" he thought back to his proud words in the Shire. He started moving again, feeling his way along the pass.

No mountain, yet.

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[maikafanawen]

The entire company was tense, not afraid, just cautious. They began the ascension of Caradhras walking in threes, but soon the passageway narrowed, and they were forced to walk singly up the mountain. Ani Dao was freezing. She would never admit it, but her face was raw and red. The dark blue cloak Annanoldowen had given her in Rivendell was a humongous help in shielding the rest of her from the harsh wind. She kept the large cowl covering her face, and her long braid tucked inside as the flakes of snow ripped around her head. Beneath the cloak, her regular clothes trapped her body heat inside of her, preventing hypothermia. Deer-hide boots protected her feet from the snow and thin gloves separated her hands from ice as she used them to try to hoist herself up onto the landing where the company had stopped. Stiff from the combination of strenuous climbing, and biting wind that both Hathalas and Burzdol had to help her make the platform, while Kili and Gromfelt watched protectively from behind.

When she was finally standing on the flat ledge, she closed her eyes and completely stilled her body, forcing out any inclination of shivers and chills, then laughed forcibly.

“Well,” she said to the two dwarves mostly, “let’s not let that happen again. Hey, aren’t I supposed to be an elf.” She winked and the two dwarves chuckled quickly, their spirits lifted for a moment.

“You are Ani Dao, and so are the rest of them,” said Kili nodding towards the front of the company where a good portion of elven scouts peered through the wind, rigid with cold, but keeping it inside of them. “It’s just that they would never admit it.” The trio laughed again before concentrating again on their footing.

The cold sensations had left her immediately and up ahead she heard Bali say,

"Well, here we are; this is the pass of Caradhras. We will now enter a dangerous road, which will drop down steeply for a while. It does not lead underground, but when there are great storms the pass darkens. Watch your step, and keep near the walls. There are many sheer drop offs into the nothingness below." At least I can still hear like an elf, if I can’t withstand a little bit of cold weather. Smiling to herself despite the conditions she followed carefully behind Hathalas as the company made their way into the dangerous pass.

Basking herself in the memories of Moria bonfires and Shire ale, Ani Dao was cured of the affects of the freezing atmosphere. She glanced behind her more than necessary to make sure that the company still followed, her elven blue eyes peering through the thick fog.

“Why do you keep doing that?” asked Burzdol finally, climbing right behind her. She shrugged,

“Don’t want to lose anyone do we.” Burzdol shook his head.

Breaks were taken seldom. They wanted to spend as little time as possible on that treacherous mountain. After the first full day of walking, they came upon a pause in the pass where the path was not so narrow, and five to six could walk abreast. There they stopped and warmed themselves with an imaginary fire. The wind was too rough to start a real one, and no cavern wall was provided as a blockade. Perhaps they would find better shelter later, further ahead.

Ani Dao sat in the snow and leaned up against the mountainside that jutted strait up, allowing her no comfort but to just sit. Burzdol took a seat beside her and buried his feet in the snow.

“Cold?” he asked her. She didn’t appear to be shivering, and her face was red but not strained. The elf opened her eyes and looked over at him, snow clinging to her long lashes. A sarcastic smile spread across her face and she looked over to where Gromfelt and Kili were standing, trying to look ahead past the roaring wind. Then she guffawed dramatically,

“Now what in Eru’s Arda would make you think that my dear friend?” Burzdol smiled and leaned up against the wall too.

“Does that mean yes?” Ani Dao nodded quickly and leaned back again.

“Yeah. I’d say I’ve never been colder.”

They were allowed only a few moments to rub feeling back into the aching muscles in their arms and legs before Bali, Hathalas, and the elven scouts persuaded them to move on. Ani Dao moved steadily now, wrapped securely in her cloak so that the wind could not reach her. Energy found its way into her body and her mind was cleared so that she was completely aware of her surroundings. The Gondorian rangers along with some of the original company began to slow as the wind fought stubbornly to dislodge them from the side of Caradhras.

“Ani Dao, Astarielle, make your way back to help the Gondorians. I fear their enigma is failing them, and that their speed is slowing.” The two elves nodded and pressed themselves up against the mountain, allowing the dwarves to pass them by before they made their way back to check on the men. Ani Dao watched as the soldiers trudged through the snow. Dark circles were around their bloodshot eyes, and their breath came heavily in swirls of mist. They were as strong as a herd of oxen walking over a regular plain. Their thick legs seemed to move effortlessly through the snow. Ani Dao had never met anyone from Gondor, and the only men she ever met were in Umbar, Bree, and the random rangers she had acquainted during her stays in Rivendell. Seldom had she revealed herself to anyone on the Road. Now she stood, her back against the mountain, marveling at the Gondorians. Finding nothing amiss, she made her way back to Hathalas.

“They’re as strong as oxen! Nothing could slow them—”

“Except a narrower ledge,” interrupted Astarielle. Her gaze was focused ahead at the elven scouts who were searching for the safest way across the cliff side that was no more than two feet wide. The ledge they were walking on now was five feet, and even then they had pressed themselves as close to the mountain as possible, for fear of teetering slightly off balance and plummeting into the bottomless abyss before them. A message was making its way down the line of scouts. Ani Dao listened in as it was passed to Hathalas,

“It is narrow for about twenty yards. Then it broadens again to be roughly seven feet across.” Hathalas nodded.

“That is bad and good news,” Ani Dao decided. Bali was informed of the obstacle. He looked at Hathalas firmly and said,

“Master elf, we have no choice. Press on, while the wind is not so rough.” Ani Dao felt around her with her senses and noticed that the wind had died down enough, as if granting them permission to cross safely, Or urging us onwards in deception to our doom. But it was true, they had no real choice. Ani Dao found that she was frightened much more for her companions than she was for herself, which was definitely a new feeling. Usually she was tough, and single-minded. Now she was compassionate and protective of her friends.

“Bali!” The dwarf turned to look at her. “I’m going to the rear and to be of assistance to the Gondorians. They will need help getting across?” she made it sound more like a question than a fact. The dwarf nodded, the wind blowing his beard across his face.

“Be careful.” Ani Dao had turned to go, when Burzdol touched her elbow from behind.

“I’m coming too.” The two elves then made their way back to lead the procession of Gondorians across the narrow ledge. They came upon it again, and the wind had grown merciful.

“Crouch down so your balance is not in question,” ordered Burzdol. The Gondorians bent their knees and began to move along the strip, placid faces staring into the gloom. They had not gone but five yards when the fates intercepted their good fortune ...

[Himaran]

The trap was sprung swiftly on the company. The thin strip of packed snow crumbled under the sudden weight of a leading Gondorian, and he disappeared, yelling a warning to his companions as he fell to his doom. Bali, out in front, swung his axe upwards and caught it in the wall of ice; securing himself.

The group watched in horror as the ice slowly cracked, forming a ten-foot gap in the narrow passageway. There was nowhere else to go.

They stood in silence, as the realization struck them that a friend had left them, needlessly falling into the depths of the Caradhras. Then the snow started again.

Bali viewed the gap, and shook his head. "This was not merely a natural danger that I spoke of; someone passed through here recently. This was a trap, set for us to fall into."

The company, seeing that there was nothing they could do at the time, broke camp. No one talked much, and they ate only through the urgings of Bali and Eruantalon; who realized the need to keep up their strength.

"Well," said Bali. "Does anyone have an idea on how to get over this crevase?"

[astarielle]

Astarielle who was in the midst of the company swiftly came to the front. Calmly, raising her voice above the wail of the wind said, "We could swing. I have some rope that I acquired on my travels. If we could find away of looping it over a piece of rock above us I am sure that if someone had the skill and bravery to climb the sheer face to the other side, we could swing the rest of the company accross."

There was much deliberation but after a while still no decision was reached. Astarielle spoke out again, "Time presses we must decide."

[Arien]

Belegond stood at the rear of the company and surveyed the mountainside, the pass was narrow and the storm was getting worse. Snow and wind rushed past his skin and he was almost blinded. It had been a couple of minutes since the ridge had collapsed and Astarielle had suggested swinging over. It was not a very safe idea but it was the only one someone had come up with.

“So what shall we do then?” asked Belegond loudly, battling with the storm, “It does Erebor no good if we just sit here. Astarielle’s idea is the only one we have had so far. I am willing to try, is anyone else?” Nods came from the company.

Astarielle stepped forward and took the rope out of her sack. She delicately tied to a high up rock and secured it. She then pulled it to check it was tight; she pulled once more, and then swung over the gap. She landed safely on the other side. A few of the Gondoliers cheered along with the dwarves. She smiled and bowed.

“Now let us see if you can do it ranger!” she nodded at Belegond.

The wind was strong, he took up the rope. He pulled it, and then swung. He to landed on the other side safely. He then threw the rope back for the next one to cross.

[Himaran]

Bali smiled happily as the last of the Gondorians landed safely on his side of the deep crevase. Now only Maikafanawen, Burzdol, and Kili were left on the far side.

"Up you come, good dwarf," said Ani Dao. Kili grumbled a little, but he grasped the rope with both hands and held tight as the elf gave him a mighty shove, sending his flying over to the other side where the waiting arms of the company pulled him to safety.

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Kaldon had just reached the summit. He had lost much time due to a blockage of the path, and now looked down over the side of the mountain. He knew immediately that the plan had worked; but something was wrong. Most of the company was on the far side, where they were safe and could move on.

Cursing, he decided that the best thing he could do was to take out the remaining two elves. He grabbed the prepared sticks stuck into the snowpiles and shoved hard.

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Down below, the company heard a heavy rumble. "I'll check it out," said Burzdol.

As the elf stepped away from the wall and looked up the mountain, he saw an avalanche heading towards the company. "Get near the wall and hold on!"

Burzdol would have been knocked off of the ledge had not Ani Dao grabbed his arm and pulled him up against the wall, as the snow poured over them and the company accros the ravine. Soon all was quiet, as the dust settled, revealing several large mounds of snow....

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[Frodess]

Trudging up the pass, Yanithë was frozen. No, not just frozen, but cold, wet andfrozen. Her woolen cloak stuck to her as well as her dark hair. She longed for her horse, but the mare was left in Rivendell, safe, unlike her mistress.

One of the Men from Gondor had fallen. Yanithë knew him not, yet she mourned for him. At the camp site they had made, her salty tears froze to her wind-blistered face. Luckily, she hid her face behind her cloak so that the others wouldn't notice. A sudden realization hit her: I may not live through this.

That was not her greatest fear. Like most of the women of Rohan, she did not fear Death. But with the coming of the avalanche, Worry and Fear began to taunt her mind.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain woke up as if in a nightmare. He was covered with snow and could not see. He had little sense of what was up and what was down. He began digging frantically with his hands, hoping against hope that he was actually digging in the right direction.

Fear gripped his heart. How could one tell up and down in a dark world like this. Perhaps he was digging furiously sideways and would soon die, unable to breath.

Just when he was about to despair, his head broke through the snow and he took a gasp of air. All about him were snowy mounds, presumably with his companions buried underneath. He had been the first to dig himself out.

He turned his attention to the others and began digging to help them. Here and there, he saw signs of life as the mounds of snow quivered and a hand or leg came up. He pulled and heaved at these. Within a minute, two more figures had surfaced coughing and spluttering and gasping for air.

Fear gripped Dain's heart. There were a number of dwarves coming out of the avalanche, but nowhere could he see his son Durin. A terrible pain smote his heart. What if something happened to his son? The thought was almost unbearable.

He remembered Durin walking several paces behind him. He dove into the snow searching for him, flinging the white stuff furiously this way and that. Filled with a fury that he could not remember except when striking out against Orcs, he dove and dove again, vainly trying to find Durin and pull him out.

How many times he had searched Dain could not even say. But, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt a cold, stiff figure underneath him that seemed strangely familiar.

"Durin, is that you?" Dain crie out as he lifted him from under the snow. The boy lay still upon the snow, and fear gripped the father's heart.

He bent his head down to Durin's mouth. The faintest of breath was coming out.

"Fire," he bellowed. "We must have a fire for Dain and the others who are close to freezing."

He looked about expectently, hoping that someone would hear him and start a blaze on the wider part of the pathway under the protected cliff. Meanwhile, he shielded his own body over that of his son, trying to warm him, and draw life back into his bones.

Inside his heart, he cried out for help, "Aule, great Valar, bring back my son, I beg of you. Give him life."

Dwarves and Elves were helping each other dig out, and some kind companion had built a fire. Dain dragged Durin close beside it. He reached down and, to his joy and relief, he saw Durin's body begin to move and stir, as the pallor of the boy's face turned from white to red.

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[Carlas]

Durin opened his eyes and looked about him. There was a fire going, and everyone sat close, trying to escape from the wind. He sat up and tryed thinking back to what had happened.

There had been an avalanche, covering him and the rest of the company in cold, damp snow. He had felt the snow press hard against his body, making it hard to move about. He had started hacking at the snow infront of him, praying he was heading upwards, though it seemed now that he hadn't. He had felt his body grow colder and colder, and his arms had moved slower and slower. He could barely move when he had felt himself being taken out of his snow prisin, taking him to the warmth of the fire.

"Durin!" He heard his father say as he looked up."Here, have some of this!" His father said, shoving a small bowl of food infront of his face. Durin took the bowl and smiling, sat against the wall, silently eating.

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[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao pressed herself up against the wall her eyes closed, burying her face protectively from the ice and snow that fell from above in Burzdol’s back. She had grabbed him from behind just as the ledge fell and pulled up beside her against the wall. The snow rained over them like a herd of horses, fleeing from a pack of wargs. It fell for the better part of ten minutes before it cleared. After the dense powder had settled, she looked over Burzdol’s shoulder to the mess. Everything was buried in four to five feet of the whiteness. Snow had found its way down Ani Dao’s cloak and was melting against the warmth of her neck.

“Burzdol,” she said, speaking into his ear so he could hear her. He adjusted his body and looked towards her. “Burzdol, we have to dig ourselves out and find the others.” Working together, it was a good ten minutes still until they could move their feet. Once she got loose she stepped forward, her foot slipping off the edge into nothingness. She yelled out, catching herself quickly, so as not to cause another avalanche. Grabbing onto the rocks, she stopped her fall, and Burzdol pulled her up quickly. A little shaky, she looked into the wind to see the company.

The elves, Dain, and a couple of other dwarves had surfaced as well as the Gondorian soldiers. Everyone seemed to be considerably fine. Dain was yelling for a fire and the elves were checking the condition of the people around them. Finding nothing really amiss, except for a bunch of frost bitten soldiers, they called out for Ani Dao and Burzdol to join them. No reply came. Bali looked to where the two elves stood stranded on the damaged ledge. But things had gotten even worse. The avalanche had widened the gap between them and Ani Dao and Burzdol were stranded on the other side, just out of reach.

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[Himaran]

Bali checked on the state of the (thankfully few) wounded members of the company, before turning back to the gap where Ani Dao and Burzdol were stranded across. The rope had been lost, dislodged during the avalanche.

Bali was worried that they would freeze without heat, so he and several dwarves heaved several of the smaller pieces of firewood over the gap to them, where Burzdol made a fire. But their wood supply would not last forever; they needed to move on, and soon.

[Arien]

Belegond looked to the other side of the ridge where Ani Dao and Burzdol were stranded, they had started a fire but it would not last and little wood was left. They had to get across now, that avalanche was no accident, someone had made it happen. He searched for some proof to his theory, near to where the fire was were two large sticks. He hastened over to them, as he did this Dain took them to place on the fire.

"Dain stop! Put that wood down!" Belegond shouted across to him, Dain turned around looking puzzeled.

"Durin needs heat!" he shouted back.

"I know, but please give me the sticks." Belegond took the sticks from Dain and looked at them closely. Dain wathched him. Belegond saw that these had been recently touched by a man. He looked up to where the avalanche had come from, there was still a considerable amount of snow. That snow should have fallen down with the rest. It was definately done on purpose. We are being tracked!

Belegond edged over to Bali. "This was no accident Bali, someone meant for this to happen. We are being tracked, persued, followed anything you want to call it. But e must get down from this accursed mountain. We need to get AniDao and Burzdol over! We need rope or something."

[astarielle]

Astarielle wet and cold, stood. The avalanche had not dampened her spirits. But it was then that she saw Burzdol and Ani Dao stranded on the other side. She felt sorrow for her companions, if only there was a way to get them accross.

Astarielle smiled as she thought of one of her childhood games she used to play with Tolea and Halkaruthwen. Frequently, on a narrow part of the Forest River in Mirkwood, they used to find ways of getting accross without getting there feet wet or using rope. Tolea's father had befriended a large bird of prey named Arilmen, he had taught Tolea to summon him. They would string together their cloaks to form a sort of chair and Arilmen would ferry them accross the river. He only came if called by his true name. Astarielle pondered deep in thought of this name,

"Araneldaranilmen, amin yala lle!"
"King of the stars king of the sky, I summon you"

[Himaran]

The company slowly stepped back as the great eagle swept out of the skies, landing lightly on the snowy turf. Only Astarielle ran forward, throwing her arms around the bird. She spoke to him in elven speech, and the king of the skies lifted off.

Landing on the other side of the chasm, the eagle nodded to Ani Dao. Understanding, she climbed up onto his feathered back and clung tightly as he sailed across the gap, arousing a great cheer to arise from the company. Soon Burzdol was also ferried over in the same fasion.

Astarielle spoke privately with the bird, thanking him for his help. Then, he lifted off, soaring away into the sky.

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The company left the campsite the next morning, after Durin recovered from his unconciousness. They travelled for the space of the day with no further troubles, other than a small mound of snow blocking the path.

They then came to the end of the deep pass. Now, they had to ascend to the plateau of the mountain and travel for three more days along it before reaching the end of the mountains.

The face of the mountain was extremely steep. With no rope, the company had to individually climb up to each ledge, and then have others hoist supplies up to them.

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Kaldon, having taken the route of the plataeu, was now above the company. With him were several other men, rangers that had been cast out from the order. They watched the company ascending slowly towards them.

"Well, my lord, should we should not just stand here and watch them notice our position. Why not throw rocks down at them, or something!?"

"Ah, but Grandul, you have misjudged my planning skills. Orcs have engineered a trap along this slope, Which I knew they would have to come by. Where we stand now, and the entire plataeu back to ten feet behind us, will fall when those sticks are dislodged. Even if they are not thrown off of the mountain, the sheer weight of that amount of snow and ice will crush them. The entire objective will have been achieved in one, simple blow. Of course, each one of us is needed for the plan to work. It will take more than one person to spring the trap. Let us wait here, until they are a bit closer."

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[maikafanawen]

The temperature had gone down greatly, and Ani Dao discarded her Rivendell traveling cloak, rolling it up so she could attach it to her pack. Leather gauntlets had replaced her gloves, and her hair had been tied back up with a thick leather strap. Her boots were still damp from the snow, but had begun to dry out gradually due to the exposure to open sun they were getting. The past two days had been spent slowly descending the great plateau of Caradhras.

“Here it comes!” yelled Ani Dao to Hathalas, who stood below, ready to catch her pack. Once all the supplies were down to the elf, Ani Dao helped the others slide down the face of the steep boulder. Then she followed, running up to the front to catch up with Hathalas, Astarielle and Burzdol. Their trek had gone fairly well since the drastic occurrence where they experienced the loss of the Gondorian soldier. Now they walked on, anxious to leave the forbidding mountain behind them.

Ani Dao had found herself getting to know Hathalas and Astarielle better. They were the only other pure-elves on the journey, and closest age-wise. Ani Dao found herself more and more grateful for their company as time wore on. The assassin often assisted with the scouting ahead, and Hathalas taught her to read signs in the snow, and on the ancient rocks to tell of past passer-bys. In turn, she showed him how to throw a knife.

They stopped to make camp when night fell. Since there was no fire available, they had to pass on a fire and ate a cold dinner of bread and dried fruits instead. Ani Dao was seated by Hathalas who was showing her the different uses for each green and flower she had in her pack. Since he had studied long at Rivendell, he knew much about the plants and herbs from that area. After he finished, they leaned back against the stone and looked at the stars. Joined later by Astarielle, they began to talk of their childhood. As elves, they had been able to break the tension of the climb by talking with one another like old friends. Ani Dao began.

“Well, I come from Mirkwood. My father is Ghoran Silverspur, head of the Guard of Thranduil. I trained to become one of them with my brother Gyld. On completion of my training, I was immediately given over to Ahret Ban to further my education in weaponry and was schooled to become a personal assassin to Thranduil. At that time, it was called Greenwood. Before my training could be completed, Ahret Ban was called on assignment to take out a Southern Man chief that had been causing trouble in the northern areas of Greenwood. He was gone for five hundred years. And when he returned, he carried with him the head of Shash-Na-Kurk, the tribal leader. And did he have stories to tell! Furthermore, his skill had been refreshed and my training was finally completed. Use for an assassin was rare, and I finally became extremely bored. Taking leave, I ventured to Umbar. There, I hid my elven identity and signed with a corsair ship. Adventure came in surplus then, and I was given my share of treasure. Then, I met Tr Dalon.” Astarielle looked up, remembering the man from the Prancing Pony.

“He was an evil man. Devising a plan to take out an entire village of innocent Umbarians just to uncover a mythical treasure that had was rumored to be located there. I planned to stop him before he could carry out his plan, but he struck sooner than I perceived. I arrived too late, and found the town ravaged and burned to the ground. After settling survivors with homes in the main city of Umbar, I left. All my accumulated treasure I dispersed among the survivors.

“Then I went to Moria. After convincing them that I was not a grudge-holding elf, I spent much time with them, drinking, and storytelling with them in their thriving mines. I grew close with that race, but after four centuries of residence, I decided that I wanted to see other elves. From there I went to Lothlorien and met for the first time, the Lady Galadriel. She is by far the wisest and fairest of all the elves in Middle Earth.” The elf glanced then at Hathalas and gave him a wink. “Don’t tell Annanoldowen.” He laughed softly and she continued. “Lothlorien was beautiful, and its silent and peaceful atmosphere was welcoming to me. I learned much of the lore of the elves there, and was well educated in my own histories. It was in Lorien that I first met Arwen. We were the same age and got along incredibly well. When she was called to return to Rivendell, I went with her.” Ani Dao sat back then at fiddled with her feather pendant.

“In Rivendell, I met Annanoldowen. She and I became very close friends. She suggested that I train with the scouts of Rivendell, or live with the Dunedain for a time. I declined the offer though, and continued to drift purposely through life. After spending a great deal of time in the elven city, I journeyed to the Shire. It was so different from anywhere else I’ve ever been. I enjoyed it there very much, speaking with eager hobbit children, and staying with the families. I eventually made it to the Green Dragon. I had not been there a week when Bali posted his proposal on the bulletin board. Bored with my wanderings, I immediately replied.” Ani Dao let out a great sigh, concluding her story. “So now I’m here.” Her brows knotted as she recalled the brief summary of her life.

“Hmm, now that I really see my life laid before me, I realize how—how dull it is. This sure is an improvement.” Laughing, she looked towards Hathalas. “Okay, scout. Your turn.”

[Frodess]

Yanithë was still shaken up by the incident. Suddenly she felt vulnerable and useless. The terrors of Caradhras were soon lost on her. She lie on the cold ground with only her cloak for warmth.

"I love you," said he. "I want to take you for my wife. I know we will be so happy." Yes, the same things the courting male always said to his lover.

"I love you as well. More than anything in this shieldmaiden's life. But my parents. You know how they are against it. . ."

"We'll run away!" he had cried. "Yes! We'll run far from here. Our horses can take us far. We'll go live with the Elves, or in Gondor."

She had thought of it. In fact, she even packed her belongings. But her father found out. Unhappy was he to say the least. He towered over her, with an aristocratic air about him. It seemed like the stories her mother had told her about the King Théoden.

"Never will you see him again! The fool is beneath you! How dare you defy your father! And your mother! What would she think. Running off with some peasant such as he!"

And so she ran away from Rohan and the Riders of the Mark. That was the end. Never did they run away together. But, at the stream, she had had that one last hope. That hope that, well, she knew not.

I care not.

So she lie, unsleeping, and never lonelier in her life.

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[Arien]

Belegond sat next to Kili, smoking a pipe and gazing into the roaring fire.

"So that was a tough journeywas it not my dear friens?" Belegond said to Kili.

"Aye, worse than last time. But at least no one dropped the supplies!" he replied laughing.

"Yes, I was quite clumsy, but hopefully I will never experience hunger like that again!" he smiled back.

"Belegond?"

"Yes Kili?"

"I found this on the road from Bree, I believe it was left a a tracking device, only you would leave such a thing. Is it yours?" Kili revealed Yanithe's pin, the horse shaped one she had dropped instead of letting him leave his chain.

"Ah! That is Yanithe's, thankyou Kili, I am sure she will be glad to recive it." He took the pin and placed it on his belt. He then lay back and fell asleep.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt crouched against a rock, trying hard to light his pipe. "Here," said Dain and he wipped the pipe off and handed it back to him. Grom felt like a child. Here, and only in one other place was this so, he had nothing to offer, no qualities to help anybody. This is what I left to get away from. he thought bitterly. Everyone was worn out. Everyone just wanted to get off the acursed mountain and rest. This was the longest they had lingered on the mountain yet, and ironicly Grom wanted to get going again. He walked over to Bali, and already perciving what Gromfelt was about to say, he answered the question, "Not yet, Gromfelt." "The supplies though, we might run out, and you know that avilanche wasn't natural. We have to get off this mountain" "I know, but look at everyone. I think we should stay a little longer." He stared in Yanthie's, then Dain and Durin's, then his own direction. "Right." He said, walked off. Something wasn't right. He knew it. He stared off ahead. What am I doing? He thought stupidly.I'm no elf. Something was about to happen though, he knew it. Burzdol and Astarielle were staring in the direction he had just turned away from. Foul play. He thought. That Kaldon, maybe. He sat back down, but now he held his axe, as well as his pipe.

[Himaran]

Suddenly, the elves of the company drew their bows as one. As the others watched in surprise, a volley of arrows flew up the side of the mountain. Several cries were heard. An elf that was closest to the wall grasped his knives and began to ascend the face of the mountain. The others waited for what he would find, knowing that enemies had been spotted; and perhaps slain.

But when the elf reached the plateau, another cry was heard. The elf, a long knive plunged into his chest, fell down the mountainside and crumpled at the bottom.

Yelling with fury, Burzdol launched several more arrows at the clift. But the enemy was gone.

Saddened by another loss of life, so near the end of the pass, Bali ordered the company to pack up and leave the area immediately.

They travelled for the final day of the snowy journey on a safe path, and came out into the sunlight of the eastern plains safely. Everyone was relieved that the journey through the Caradhras was over. They spread out over the small hillocks, praries and forests nearby, and returned to the camp laden with fresh fish, fruit, and meat.

Around the meal, Bali addressed the group, giving them a general outline of the remainder of the journey. "From here on, its nice and easy. It is about four weeks straight march from here to Erebor. The land is flat, with plenty of streams and forests. Provisions will be plentiful, especially at this time of the year. Then comes Mirkwood. Elves, there are, but not enough to hold back the evil that has always dwelt there. We will have to be careful, as the woods are filled with spiders and orcs.

And then, after our long and tiresome journey, we will reach Erebor. When we see the state of it firsthand, we will know the best way to defend it.

From here on, I will lead you. I know these paths quite well, for I have travelled them often. Tomorrow morning, we begin the final stage of this journey to Erebor. Get some rest, for you will need it."

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain crouched near the campfire, finishing up his dinner, grateful for the first decent meal he'd had in a while. But still he could not shake an overiding sense of foreboding and gloom. He stared into the ashes and flame, then shook his head and sighed.

They had taken so very long to reach this point on the trail. Who was to say what they would find at the end of their journey? Would his wife still be alive, or would all their efforts to quell the Orcs be too late? The danger of the pass was behind them, but no one knew what lay ahead, certainly not Dain.

Bali seemed relieved and confident, but Dain found it difficult to share his joy. He glanced over at Durin. The warmer weather and full provisions were returning some color into his face. But there were still so many questions unanswered.

[maikafanawen]

The sudden attack had interrupted Hathalas and Ani Dao’s conversation. When the elf fell, Ani Dao was first to his side. She had placed her slender fingers on the side of his neck, discovering his solemn fate. They had left camp that night, and made their way quickly to the eastern plains.

Now, few were sleeping. Most stared idly into the fire, or talked very quietly amongst themselves. Ani Dao wanted to speak with Hathalas again but he was engaged in a hushed conversation with the remnants of his elven scouts. Instead, she spread out her bedroll and lay for a while looking at the stars, refusing sleep.

The unusually clear night gave her complete viewing rites to the entire galaxy and spectacle was breathtaking. Weaving her slender hands under her head she whistled into the night, an old tune such that a sailor might sing should he be on a boat under such a sky. She was still whistling when Hathalas pulled away from his discussion to join her.

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[astarielle]

The sky was dark but every star shone out with a brightness that Astarielle had not seen since the time they had left the comfort of Rivendell. Astarielle started to sing for a reason she knew not. Her clear voice echoed around the camp, all were silent.

"A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!

Calm surcomed Astarielle, she fell for the first time into a sleep untroubled by dreams.

[Arien]

Belegond's dreams were troubled. He tossed and turned on the hard ground.

He could see Kaldon, that man who had betrayed them. He was standing face to face with Belegond.

"So ranger," he said, "Thought you could trick me eh? Thought you were so good to find out and tell the rest I was on your trail? Well now you will pay." Kaldon unsheathed a large sword from his side and held is up to the moonlight. He turned around for a moment then spun round again this time with his sword pressed against a maidens neck. Belegond could not see her face clearly. And he tried to reach out to her but he could not. His arms were dead, stuck to his sides.

"Well you will pay!" He took the maidens hood off and behold it was Yanithe. She struggled and tried to break free but his grip was too tight.

"No!" he shouted and tried to reach out again. But his efforts were in vain, Kaldon slit her throat. Blood poured everywhere. He could hear himself shouting into the night. And then quietly he whispered why? Why? Then blackness. And now he could hear a voice. A voice that soothed his mind, twas an elf and he was glad of it. For he now could sleep, though his dream still troubled him.

[Carlas]

Durin could not sleep for some time. He did not know why, instead he watched the stars in their slow rythmic dance in the sky. Dwarves did not care much for the stars, but that night Durin found himself amazed at the beauty of them. It was odd how something from so far off, could look so beautiful. He sighed shaking his head and went to sleep.

Though he had fallen asleep happily, his sleep was far from it. He dreamt he and the company had reached Erebor, but it was too late. The buildings about them were destroyed and there was fire and smoke everywhere. He ran about the city searching for something, and then he found it, his mother. She was lying on the ground, silent and still. He walked up to her body, lying in a pool of blood...she was dead.

He sat up quickly, drenched in cold sweat. Looking about he saw the others sleeping, though it was obvious not many were having pleasant dreams. He shook his head and swore at himself silently, it was stupid, why worry, he would get there in time, and his mother could take care of herself. He shouldn't worry, emotions would just get in the way.

[Himaran]

Many of the company had gone to bed. Only a few remained awake, sitting and talking, laughing at the better times of old. The night became chilly, and the company huddled near the fire for warmth.

"Does anyone have a good story," inquired Arlome. "We have not heard a tale since we stopped at Rivendell."

"I believe that I have a tale. I have told it before, inside the Green Dragon, but most of you have not heard it before. It is one that will show you the brutality of the hordes that we face.

"I'll have you know, good friends, that few dwarves ever venture through Mirkwood. It is a dangerous forest, with only one true road leading through it. If you stray off the path but a little, you will never find it again.

I was lucky, however, in the fact that I was a friend of King Thranduil, and the Wood elves living there. I was given safe passage through those dark woods. But that means little, as the tale has no adventure or excitement in it, and thus makes no kind of story. But after I left the edges of Mirkwood, I traveled alone, passing over hill and dale, through many strange places.

"As I left Mirkwood I came to a strange wasteland, where few live and known travel by night. It is a dangerous road, through Wilderland, which which is the name I gave it. Wolves prowl the forest; orcs from the --- mountains patrol the northern border, and goblins from Moria and the Misty Mountains creep through the western parts, making the narrow paths all the more deadly to the unwary traveler.

Here it was that the elves of Mirkwood left me. But not all; for Halonir, long a friend of mine, vowed to continue with me and see for himself the great forest of Lothlorien, which lay near my chosen route. I accepted his company with great pleasure, for I was sad to see the elves go and be left alone on my journey.

When we entered to Wilderland, Halonir felt a great disturbance in the air. Something great was amiss in the land. After a days travel we found several huts, the first sign of life. But they were burnt, hacked apart and crumbling in ash and ruin. Bodies there were also, of men, women, and children. Halonir looked around at the ground, and soon his keen eyes picked up a set of tracks; they were strange, and matched nothing he or I had seen before. The tracks were not of man, orc, or goblin, nor of troll or warg.

Astonished, and angered, we continued our travels. Soon we came to another village, in the same state as the first.

Burned buildings.

Burned Bodies.

And tracks... Always more tracks.

It was several days later, as we came to a large hill, that we found the answer to the riddle. Arriving at the top, we saw smoke rising from a clearing not far south of where we stood. Not only smoke, but orange flame. From the clearing there came shouts, screams, snarls and the ring of steel.

Dashing from our vantage poing we raced through the forest; heading in the rough direction of the sound (which was all we had to guide us. Soon we reached the conflict.

Arriving at the clearing first, Halodir found himself standing amidst the caos of a Uruk Hai raid on a large village. The mutant orcs weilding long swords, spears and broad axes swarmed the area, slaying the villigers and pillaging houses. Suddenly noticing the new arrival, three Uruk Hai charged him. But Halodir was not a King's bodyguard for nought. Slaying two with arrows, he whipped out his long knife and would have slain the remaining Uruk had not a hatcher - mine, that is - have taken it in the throat. Charging into the village, we attacked the force together.

Slaying an Uruk Hai who was beating a villiger, I turned to another, ducking as his sword whistled over my head. Catching him in the midriff with a hefty axe-blow, I slew several more with my remaining hatchets. I turned to see my friend slay his twelth Uruk Hai, using his skill with a bow to easy kill the poorly armored Uruks. Being no match for the ferocity of two able-bodied and ambushing warriors, the survivors fled, leaving the village in peace.

But after helping the villigers rebuild their dwellings, we with ten good fighting men left to track down the attackers. Those who were wounded we caught and dispatched with, but around seven had run north, and were far out of our reach. Thus, not a match for the tireless Uruk Hai, we returned to the village. We sent word of this to King Thranduil, who sent a large force of elves to patrol the area of Wilderland, cleaning it of the scum of orcs and goblins. And so Halodir and I continued on our way, and when I came to Moria, we parted and he went away south to seek his own kind the the great forest of Lothlorien.

It was my goal to pass to the other side, somehow. But there was no known way. I could not pass over them, alone and with the gear I had brought.

And so I resolved to pass through the Mines of Moria. I had heard rumors of what it was like, but had never been there before. And had never heard of the evil that awaited me.

As I past through the eastern passage, and descended the first level of steps, what awaited me there but a small group of orcs. They being as surprised as me, but I recovering from it quicker, the fight was brief. But as I continued down several more rows of steps, my heart slumping lower with each, I found what could not be imagined. The bridge, the Bridge of Kazad Dum, which I had longed to see since I had heard stories of it as a child, was in ruin. The eastern half jutted out part-way over the chasm, but the western half was gone!

Futher more, as I cried out in horror, a multitude of orcs appeared uppon the western side, and launched a volley of what I presumed were poisened shafts (they usually are). I am not proud of the fact, but seeing as they were too far away to hit with an axe, I fled from the mines.

I still wished to go across the mountains, but it seemed all passes through it which I knew were blocked. Thus, I decided that if nothing else, I would go south, and see what lands lay near the sea.

As I went south, following the eastern side of the mountains, I eventually came to a great forest. Having only ever seen it on maps, I came to believe it to be Lorien. Not knowing that most of its people had left for the grey havens, I was "uncomfortable" with passing through it, and thus went around the eastern side.

When I got back to the mountains, I found that not many days after I had passed around Lorien, I had arrived at yet another large forest. Fangorn. Not only "uncomfortable" but more so "terrified" of that forest, I once again went around it.

As finally found the mountains beyond it, I came to a lake, which was surrounded by an emmense ring of broken stone. In the center of that lake, was a huge tower. It seemed as high as the very peak of the largest mountain in the earth. Black it was, like its name: Orthanc, on time home of the wizard Saruman. It is now controlled by men of the king, clearing the stone and building a causeway over the lake to the tower. Having no reason to stop there, I continued past it, coming at last to a break in the mountains. I have been told it was called the Gap of Rohan.

From there I traveled north, at last finding the Old South Road. Following it It lead to me at last to a split. One side went Northeast, the other side went Northwest. I took the west path, not wanting to go back to the mountains. And one fine day following that road, I came to this happy land called the Shire, and found my way along the dusty road to Green Dragon Inn.

And now, as for the attack of the Uruks, I know that these are part of the army now attacking Erebor. This here is a letter my father sent to me while I was at the Green Dragon Inn.

My dear son Bali,

I am writing you to let you know that war has begun. A large army of Uruk Hai has massed and is threatening Erebor. King Thranduil has sent elvish units to aid us, but our border gaurds are on watch around the day and night, and we expect war to break out soon.

I hope that your journey has gone well, but I plead that you will return home soon. You are needed here.

Your friend, Eruantalon, left here a month before the army was reported. You may meet him on your way. If you do, give him this letter, and ask him if he will return home with you. Any dwarf, man or elf that can fight is needed.

Best wishes on your journey home.

Your father,

Dwalin Longbeard.

This, friends, is why we are on the road to Erebor. I have been summoned by my father, and you have come with me. We will fight to their deaths, or ours, and free Erebor and its people. Remember, if Erebor were to fall, Mirkwood would be the next target of the invaders. If that fell also, then enemies of the north could pass into middle earth as freely as I throw this rock."

Grasping a rock, Bali hurled it into the darkness. There was a dull 'thunk' and a groan, then the sound of a body collapsing.

Eruantalon and Arlome jumped up and hurried off into the darkness. When they returned, they weredragging a struggling man behind them. He had a large lump on his head.

"This one was spying on our campsite, probably listening in on our conversations for some idea of the paths we are now taking. Your rock temporarily stunned him."

Bali looked the man over. He was fairly young, a few years over Kaldon (he guessed), and from the objects in the hands of the other two men he had been carrying several knives and a bow with a shaft notched in it. "We there any others?"

"Not that we saw. But they could be out there. We should have a double guard duty tonight and from now on."

The man was struggling harder now. "I won't tell you anything, you might as well kill me right now."

Then he saw Belfalod. "And you! Your a dirty traitor, and you know it, too! Kaldon will have your head for this!"

All eyes were on the ranger. When he spoke, it was slow and steady. "I turned from that path a long while back. I don't want to follow him anymore. This is where I belong, with my friends and companions."

But even as he said this, the man slipped from the grasp of the two men. He rolled over, jumped up (now holding a concealed knife) and sent the deadly weapon spinning into the neck of Belfalod. As he dashed away into the darkness, Arlome's arrow took him in the back...


Burzdol's Post

Burzdol sat quietly, smoking shire weed. All in the company were mourning the deaths of their companions, and Burzdol also was depressed. For the knife used to kill Belafold was one like Kaldon's. The elf remembered the fight at the Prancing Pony, and saw the knife Kaldon threw at him several times. Then the elf walked to inspect the knife. A simple poison resided on the blade.

"Guess that wasn't needed," Burzdol said, exasperated. "Bali, how 'bout a short story, then to bed. The both of us need it."

The dwarf and man talked for a bit about tales of old, and of their journeys throughout middle earth. Slowly, the two fell asleep. Dreaming of the old stories they had just heard.

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[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao gasped in shock as Belfalod fell to the man’s knife. She ran to his side and pressed her delicate fingers to the pulse on his neck. Bali came and knelt on the other side of the man. Finding no pulse, Ani Dao shook her head sadly. Bali dropped his head and closed Belfalod’s eyelids.

“Namrie…Nai hiruvalye Valimar...Nai elye hiruva...Namarie...” Ani Dao and Astarielle spoke the lament softly, bidding the ranger’s soul farewell. Then they kissed their fingertips and touched them to the man’s forehead.

That night they buried him with honor, never acknowledging that he ‘had been’ a traitor. The other they left for carrion.

Words were whispered into the night of the nearness of Kaldon and his minions. The finality of the journey would have to be made quickly and as secretively as possible. They left that night.

[Earendil Halfelven]

By the time Arlómë reached Belfalod, Ani Dao and Bali were there also. Ani Dao was saying something in elvish, which meant Belfalod was dead. Arlómë bowed his head. He recited some death prayers of the Dunedain. Belfalod was a noble man.

As they traveled that night, Arlómë silently vowed to avenge Belfalod. Kaldon would pay. For the rest of the night, Arlómë's dunedain senses stayed alert. Kaldon would pay...

[Himaran]

Having lost a member of the company that had been with them since they had left Bree, the group that reached the edge of Mirkwood forest was a somber one. Bali still tried to keep the group optimistic, as they were nearing their goal: Erebor.

However, dispite the apparent depression, many of the group were now driven by their anger at the guerilla tactics used by Kaldon and his followers, which had now cost several warriors their lives.

The sun was just peaking over the tips of Mirkwood as the company arrived at the edges of the great forest. "If I remember, we are a bit too far north to hit the old forest road. We shall travel south for a day and see if we can find it," said Bali. Several of the elves agreed with him.

After a days travel, they reached the dark path. One could tell that it was dreary, hot and stuffy inside the borders. "It is about a week's journey through the forest. Remember, stay on the road." The company trudged into the forest...

[astarielle]

Trees loomed over them from all directions. The old Forest road went straight eastwards. Neither turning or diverting from its' route through the centre of Mirkwood. A mist gathered and settled around the company as they trudged onwards. Little light came throught the tops of the trees but the road went ever on. Astarielle smiled as it reminded her of a little song she had heard on her travels. She shrugged as the word eluded her.

The trees grew ever more dense and close. Astarielle turned to the northern side of the path. As her eyes pierced the mist she could have sworn she saw a shadow flitting off behind a tall tree. She halted, Ani Dao having noticed that the elf had stopped came over,

"What is it that you saw?"

"I do not know, i thought I saw a shadow but I cannot be certain. But even in this mist my eyes are keen and rarely lie." said Astarielle.

The company quickened its pace and moved on further into the forest.

[Carlas]

The forest was quiet, they did not see many animals, but once in awhile an elf would stop and look about the road sides, having obviously seen something. It was a huge forest, but the trees seemed to be bunched together, making the forest feel stuffy. He looked up at the branches that had grown up above the path, blocking much sun light from reaching the tiny strip of dirt that crossed the large forest.

He wiped his forhead with his hand, and watched the other members of the group. They all seemed to be consentrating on the road, determined to finally reach the end of the giant forest. The elves eispecially, their eyes darting about the forest, waiting. They new they were not alone, or more so felt it. It was a quiet forest, but they could feel themselves being watched, by animals...and perhaps something else.

He shook his head and kept walking down the straight and narrow path, wishing to leave the forest behind.

[Himaran]

That night, the company came to a small clearing. Sticking their lanterns in the ground, they gathered some nearby wood and lit a fire. They had plenty of provisions, but they had nowhere to forage. Even the slightest halt could cause their supplies to run out.

"Durin, you will be on sentry duty; with Kili. Wake us up if anything happens. Thus the company went to bed, not realizing that the enemy was already upon them.

[Earendil Halfelven]

Never before had Einen been this nervous. He wasn't scared-he was just aware of the darkness around him and the unkown is what made him nervous.

They finally stopped for a rest. Kili and Durin were on sentry duty. The two dwarves huddled around the fire with their eyes staring out into the trees.

Einen stayed close to the others as they all settled down to sleep. Earlier, Einen had asked Arlómë about the forest.

"Do not stray from the trail, no matter what. There are things out there you have never seen or imagined before."

He wrapped his cloak around him, but was unable to sleep.

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[Arien]

Kili's Post

Kili lent against a tree, smoking his pipe. Thick plumes of smoke whirled around his head and he kicked the dirt on the ground. He had walked away from the fire for he thought he saw something, but is was nothing. He walked back to where Durin was.

"So", he said "What....."

Kili heard something in the trees again.

"Is it I or is there something outh there?" Kili said as he drew his sword.

"Yes there is!" replied Durin as he wrapped both fists around his axe.

"Let us see what it is."

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[Himaran]

When Bali awoke the next morning, he knew immediately that something was wrong. He had never been roused by Kili to take second watch. He jumped up, wondering what time of the day it was. Kili was sleeping next to the fire, that had long since burned out.

Sleeping on sentry? That dwarf! And where is Durin? He stopped at his last question and looked around the camp.

Where was Durin? He was not among those sleeping in the campsite. Bali went over to Kili's unmoving form. Maybe he could shed some light on this mystery.

But when he shoved the dwarf roughly, Kili didn't move. Leaning down, Bali soon found a large lump on the back of his skull. The dwarf had been knocked out, cold.

Hurrying over to Eruantalon, Bali shook him awake. "What is it, Bali?"

"Wake the others up, quickly. Durin is gone!"

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[Carlas]

Durin awoke from unconsiousnes lying on his back, his head aching. Trying to sit up, he found that his hands and ankles were bound tightly together, stopping much of the circulation of blood in his hands and feet. As he started moving his arms about to losen the bonds, a figure walked up to him, followed by many others, it was Kaldon.

The night before(or so he hoped) flashed back into his memory. He and Kili had been on guard duty together when Kili had heard something in the forest, Durin had not thought much of it, but they went to check it out anyways. As they had approached the bushes, they had been attacked and knocked onto the ground. Both fought against the strong arms holding them down, and eventually had gotten back to their feets swinging at the invaders. Then Kaldon had come, sneering at the young dwarves. They had rushed at him, their axes high in the air. Kaldon, had held up his, blocking both their attacks before the others had started at them again. The two fought against them, keeping them off until Durin had felt something large hit the back of his head, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Durin looked up at Kaldon with cold and utter hatred. His head still hurt from their fight, but he refused to show it, he would not let Kaldon have the satisfaction, though he seemed to be satisfied enough with capturing the dwarf. He slowly walked up to Durin, grabbing him and pulling him up onto his feet. The young dwarf could feel Kaldons hot breath as he greeted him "Nice to see you again Durin son of Dain!"

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain awoke to the sound of loud shouts and cries all about him in camp. It took a moment for him to sort out all the ruckus and to figure out what was actually going on.

Then the dreaded words came to his ears. "Durin is missing. He was on patrol." He felt a terrible fear grip his heart and his belly, as if a giant hand had reached down inside him and wrenched out his insides with little mercy.

The message reverberated through his head like a huge ringing bell that would not stop tolling. The father immediately berated himself for sleeping. I should have been with him. He is my son. I could have done something to help. I will never forgive myself if anything should happen to him. And my wife will die of grief.

Fury swept away fear, as he thought of his son, perhaps injured or even worse. Dain raised his hammer high and, with a roar, raced out of camp, leading a band that had gathered to try and locate the missing dwarf, and come to his rescue and aid.

[Himaran]

Bali was looking around the camp, searching for a clue to the enemies that had invaded it. But then he saw Dain, leading Gromfelt, Arlome, Belegond, and Burzdol into the woods. Dashing over, Bali caught Dain's arm and pulled him around. Those that were with him stopped short.

"Dain, listen to me. Its no good running off into the forest, you'll get lost and I can't have five good members of the company disappear into the woodlands. Control yourself!"

The dwarf was wild with rage. "That miserable Kaldon has my son, and there's no telling what he'll do to him! I've got to find him, I got to!" The dwarve's voice cracked and broke into long, ragged sobs.

"Aye, Dain, but Durin is a fine young chap with a good head on his shoulders. He'll be fine. The worst thing we could do for him right now would be to get lost in the woods. Come now, let's go and see how Kili is doing."

The dwarf wiped his eyes. "You're right, Bali." They went over and found Kili, sitting near the fire and drinking a warm politice that Yanithe had prepared. He had recovered quickly, though he still had a sizable lump on the back of his skull.

"We were ambushed. I thought I heard sounds in the woods, and so we went out to investigate. They ambushed us, I don't know how many. I'll tell you, Bali, that Kaldon is pretty sly fighter; he took us both on until his minions got here. Then we were finished. But wait! I remember, before I blacked out I saw Kaldon leading the others into the woods over by that large elm. Mayhaps you'll find tracks over there." They thanked the dwarf and gathered the others, explaining to them what they had been told.

"Eruantalon, you are in charge until we get back. I want all Gondorians to stay here and guard the camp. The rest of you, follow me." Checking around near the elm, Bali soon found a shrub that had been broken off during the hasty retreat. More signs were soon uncovered as the group moved through the woods, heading toward the enemy camp.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol ran ahead of the small party. Through the tall trees he could see a large fire in the cent of a camp. That must be the camp, better have a closer look. The elf crept to where a large oak could easily block his figure to spy on the camp. He poked his head out around the tree trunk,and got closer down to the ground. Kaldon stood in the middle of a group of cloaked men, speaking in a foreign tounge.

The elf returned to his waiting companions.

"Well?" Bali asked upon his arrival.

"There are a few senteries that will be easily taken out. Most of the men are in their tents talking or sleeping or something of the sort. Kaldon has a group of well armed men grouped around him, talking. I say we tak positions. Spread out a round the camp," the elf replied.

"Well, then. Get ready, and on my signal."

The party scattered to a good position. Burzdol sat waiting behind the large oak, thinking. I can't wait for this. I'll get Kaldon back, he thought back to the fight. The elf now drew his sword, getting ready for battle. Now, hurry it up Bali. Where's the signal?

[Himaran]

Bali waited until a few of Kaldon's men had left and gone into their tents. Only five were left around the fire. He soon spotted Dain, poised just inches from Durin's form, ready to protect his son.

He gave the signal. The warriors poured into the camp, yelling and leaping over logs. Kaldon screamed an order and the men inside the tents scrambled out, grabbing weapons.

Bali went straight for Kaldon's guards, catching one a swift blow across the neck. Burzdol was moving in from the opposite side, as elves wreaked havoc with their bows on the sleepy-eyed warriors. Ani Dao's knives were flying into the enemy. The fight would not last much longer.

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[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao released two of her knives with a quick flick of her wrist the second Bali gave the signal. The camp was roused, and the men charged at the company in fury. The second pair of knives appeared in the elf’s hands, lighting fear into her opponent’s eyes. With a quick flash, a knife sliced open the man’s throat. Pinching the blade between her two fingers she threw it at another. She flipped over the back of one of the men and sent him flying into his tent with a hard sidekick. Ducking just under a sweep of a sword, she removed two of her knives from a body and sunk them into the man’s bowls. He dropped his sword and clutched at his stomach. With blood foaming from his mouth and drew his hand back for a punch. Ani Dao moved sideways just in time, but was met hit with a kick from behind. It had knocked the wind from her for a moment and a large man, with big black eyes leapt in front of her as she stood. She groped her for knives, only to find them all spent. Then she drew her sword, and held it before her in challenge.

“I’ve got you now little girl.” A burst of sarcastic laughter broke from the man, and his own sword hissed from its scabbard. Wearing a confident sneer, he attacked.

Ani Dao sidestepped the man’s lunge and parried the next several attacks. At once the man decided to change his strategy. At least five inches taller and one hundred pounds heavier than his opponent, he tried to overwhelm his slender foe with sheer physical strength. His heaviest blows were turned aside, and soon the soldier’s face began to betray exhaustion as well as the first icy touches of doubt.

Surprised at her own success with the sword, she smiled confidently. The man stole a quick look around the camp at the people who were fighting. He focused back on the elf, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“Who are you?”

Ani Dao laughed. “You’ve never heard my name, I promise. But perhaps you’ve heard of Ahret Ban?” The name didn’t mean anything of course to the man. He smiled wickedly.

“Then you must be lucky with a sword?” he decided. Ani Dao shrugged.

“I am lucky with some things.” Annoyed with the conversation the man was trying to inflict upon her she swung around hard with her sword, trying to knock his from his hands. He parried her move and pushed her up against a tree with his foot. She hit hard and watched as he withdrew a second weapon from his belt, this one a long slender dagger. He lunged toward Ani Dao, feinting with the dagger as he brought his sword around and down in an overhead strike. The elf deflected the sword and sent a hard kick into the man’s ribs. Bones cracked. His eyes bulged with pain, and then went black with anger. He flipped his dagger into a throwing position and propelled it towards the elf. She blocked the weapon with her sword, and it fell to the ground. The man cursed and gripped his weapon with both hands. He came like fire at Ani Dao, thrashing his sword at her fiercely. Squinting against the dust he aroused, she blocked each attack. Rousing the entity of her strength, she crouched beneath his next swipe, and thrust upwards with her weapon, skewering him. Blood spurted onto the ground, and his eyes widened in disbelief before he fell motionless to the ground. She stepped on his mail-covered chest, and removed her sword.

Shivering with disgust, she quickly sheathed her sword and ran quickly around the camp collecting her knives to use once again.

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[astarielle]

Astarielle loosed volley upon volley of mail-piercing arrows into the attackers until all were spent. She drew her sword, which shined brighty from the light of the fire and flickered red form the flames. Swiftly carving an oncoming enemy in two she hastened to a nearby tent.

Pausing outside the entrance she heard loud voices, shouts and screams. She turned around and caught the attention on Ani Dao, who had just taken out a rather large man, Burzdol whose face was anger stricken and a number of other assailants. With brief hand signals they surrounded the tent, swords at the ready, bows drawn, axes held high and knives poised. They waited, and as if all connected they rushed at the tent at the same time. At all sides holes were being made in the canvas of the tent as the company rushed in.

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë picked his targets carefully. He stood on a small rise and observed the battle. He was watching over the company as they fought because he didn't want anyone to be hit from behind. So with his bow and arrows, he watched over the others.

Einen had rushed in, eager to battle. He felt a little guilty for what had happened to Kili and Durin. He had fallen asleep, finally. But his last memory he had was seeing the two dwarves heading off into the woods. So, to make up for it, Einen was busy with the sword. He's doing pretty good, Arlómë thought. Maybe he would like to travel with me after this is all over. He could teach the boy the way of the Ranger.

Ani Dao was having a bit of trouble with a rather large man. Arlómë took aim at the man's back, but he didn't fire. He knew that the elf could handle him. Arlómë searched for another target. He saw a man sneaking up on Burzdol, who was pulling his sword out of a corpse. Arlómë took aim, and fired. The man fell, pierced through the forehead. He had a lot of arrows, for he had taken Einen's since the boy wouldn't need them.

Another man fell with an arrow in him. He noticed the others converging on one of the larger tents. Arlómë wondered where Kaldon had gone for he had not noticed the man escape. Arlómë placed two arrows in the bow and took aim at the tent. He fired...

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[Himaran]

As the fight unfolded, Bali watched the guards of Kaldon be overwhelmed by the superior fighting methods of his company. Once again he was proud to fight alongside such great warriors.

He, having no other enemies within axe range, searched around the camp for Kaldon. Having first been surrounded by his body guard, the man had completely disappeared. The dwarf then saw Arlome, aiming an arrow at the large tent left undisturbed. Of course...

Bali hurried over, and readied himself to storm the tent after the opening arrows. Arlome released the shaft and quickly sent another into the tent alongside the first. Bali then charged into it, roaring. What he found was a dead man, pierced by Arlome's arrow, and another that had dodged the volley. Bali dispatched of him quickly.

The fight was soon over, and Bali called the warriors over to the tent. "Look what I have found! This explains everything."

Bali had dug around in the tent, and found not only several detailed maps of the places that the company had been ambushed, but also a diary and a series of letters.
However, everyone knew that Kaldon had escaped.

Bali read one of the letters:

Kaldon,

Within the next few weeks I will be launching my first assault on Erebor. It will consist only of about four-hundred Uruk Hai. But this will be only a taste of what is to come. I have recieved news that Belfalod has betrayed us. Dispose of him quickly, he will probably talk. As for those other fools you have hired, get them out of the way, as well. I will be waiting for you, at Erebor.

Your father,
Galdon Finnlo

"Well, this explains who our real enemy is. So Kaldon is the son of the warlord, threatening our homes. It all makes sense, now. We'd best take these maps, letters, and anything else of value, and head back to camp. No doubt the others will be anxious about us."

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The next morning, the company left the camp and headed east again. They had no further problems, except for the occasional spider getting too close for comfort. At last, after five days of travelling, they reached the great castle; that belonging to King Thranduil, the elf-king of Mirkwood. They thus went over to the drawbridge over the river, and hailed the elves overtop the gate. Soon the great doors opened...

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Gheriwen ran through the woods, her boot clad feet barely touching the forest floor. Like many of the other Mirkwoodians, Gheriwen could find her way through the Black Forest like a spider could its web.

Gheriwen caught her breath in her throat as she swung herself up on a branch. Ascending it with the agility of a cat, she broke the canopy and gazed out over the wood. The wind whipped through her long white-blonde hair as she took in the scene. A thin trail of smoke wound up into the sky. She narrowed her eyes. Silent as a ghost, she slid down the tree and followed her trail back to the palace.

Crossing the bridge, and appearing in front of the gate in the form of a shadow, she whispered the password, and the invisible door swung inwards. She slipped inside and the door shut tightly behind her, blending into its original form. The guards nodded their greetings towards her as she made her way to the throne room of Thranduil.

“Gheriwen,” she said to the bodyguards, “Tracker.” The elf heard the messenger on the other side of the door run to inform the king of her desired audience. About a minute later, three knocks came from the within, and Gheriwen was permitted entrance.

The large double doors opened up into a room, ornately decorated with gold and silver vine motifs that encircled the entity of the room. A thick green carpet led to a large gold chair in which sat a thin, but regal looking man.

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Gheriwen fell before him in a long and graceful bow.
“My king,” she drawled. Gheriwen was not fond of the old fashioned king. She preferred to interact with the outside races, though she was the only one in the noble court who thought that. Missing her mocking remark, the king gestured for her to stand.

“Tell me what you will.” Gheriwen told him of the trail of smoke she had spied on the southern side of the forest. Thranduil gazed at her, expecting more. He narrowed his eyebrows then and said,

“Do you have another instinctive feeling—”

“Of something coming my lord? Yes, I do.” She kept her eyes averted from the face of her king out of respect.

“Unfortunately, you have never been wrong. We must have company.” He gestured to his messenger and spoke quickly with him. Then he waved his staff and dismissed Gheriwen. “I am sending out the regular group of trackers: Rhanduin, Syverwen, Ghanden, Perragorn, and you. Bring me our visitors.”


The company was spotted on the second day. Rhanduin, Syverwen, Ghanden, and Perragorn ran back to tell the king. Gheriwen stayed to make sure the company meant no harm, and did not enter the palace until she had the king’s consent.

* * *

The company stood at the edge of the forest before it broke away to the little clearing before the great drawbridge that led to the door of the palace.

“Ani Dao,” whispered Bali. “You go.” Nodding, Ani Dao wrapped her cloak around her and emerged from the shadows, making her way slowly towards the gate. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightening from a cloud, an elf shot out of the shadows by the gate and barreled into Ani Dao. Yelling out, Ani Dao recovered quickly and drew her knives. The source of attack was not to be seen. She motioned for the company to stay back and looked around once more. Swinging from the top of the nearest pine, a pair of boots hit Ani Dao in the back, throwing her to the ground. Cursing she rolled over and caught sight of a figure crouching before her in the long shadows. She sheathed her knives and laid her hands out before her palms up, as a sign of disarmament.

“Draw your sword fool,” commanded the shadow. Judging by its voice, it was a she-shadow. Ani Dao peered into the shadows. Two gray eyes stared back. “Fine.” Shooting like an arrow, the figure leapt towards Ani Dao. The assassin kicked out, throwing the figure off her course. The assailant landed on her feet and charged again. Ani Dao threw out a punch that the figure blocked easily. They fought hard for a good minute, giving every kick-punch combination they each knew. Ani Dao had the disadvantage because she did not know whom she was fighting, if she should harm the person, or simply defend herself, and she had been caught off-guard. Finally the figure got the better of the elf and pinned her to the ground, her fist raised in a final punch. The two had rolled into a sliver of light, and the shadow caught a glimpse of the elf’s face. Gasping, she stood up quickly. It was Gheriwen. Ani Dao’s eyes narrowed and she stood as well.

“You!” shouted Gheriwen angrily as she stared amazed at Ani Dao.

“Nice to see you too, Gheriwen,” drawled the assassin. In anger, Gheriwen advanced towards Ani Dao, but an arrow was pointed towards her throat and she stopped suddenly.

“I’d stay back if I were you, she-elf!” Astarielle had emerged as well and was now at Ani Dao’s side. The assassin laughed.

“Very good. But don’t hurt her Astarielle. She means no harm I’m sure.” Ani Dao faced the stone gate.

“Now, Gheriwen, my old friend. How do you open this again?” Gheriwen shouted the password in elvish and the gates swung open to reveal large stone hall. The entire company entered. The guards were young and new, the original having been sent off. Neither recognized Ani Dao. Instead they looked suspiciously at the company. Syverwen snickered at the site of Gheriwen being held at arrow point by another she-elf.

They were brought before Thranduil who welcomed Astarielle kindly, and bid her release Gheriwen. She did so reluctantly then bowed before the king. The elf king ignored Ani Dao. Obviously he remembered her, and also that she had ‘abandoned’ Mirkwood. He looked right past his ex-assassin towards Bali.

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[Burzdol]

Burzdol veered off to the side of the company, bidding them farewell. The elf quickly ran throughthe small surrounding area. Finally, Burzdol came to a large house. He ran to the door to knock. An old woman elf called to him to come in. Typical, holding a hospital in the house, the elf thought as he walked in. A hurrying elf told him where she resided and he left the elf to his job.

Upon entering, he saw her applying a wet cloth to a patient's head.

"Excuse me, m'am," Burzdol said.

"Yes," she said turning. An unbelieving expression came on her face, "Burzdol....is that you? Is it really you honey?"

"Yes," he said embrassing her.

"Why are you here? Is it bad.?"

"I am here with a company of friends. We are going to Erebor to help the dwarves with a crisis. Bali is with us. Why don't you come meet the rest?"

"Well, sure. Invite Bali over to dinner if he can."

The two left, discussing old tales. They came into the palace to meet Bali. Burzdol invited him over, then wnt to meet his brother, Annunden.

[Frodess]

More elves, thought Yanithë. There was no emotion in this thought, just a fact. She walked into the hall looking, but not seeing. She had grown cold. Maybe she shouldn't have taken up this journey. Something in her thought that something knew would happen, that she would make new friends. But, kind as they were, she could not connect to them.

There is Belegond. . .

NO! Banish the thought, here you are, a silly girl.

All of a sudden, she remembered wnat one of the men whom she engaged in battle said, one of Kaldon's men.

"You thin k too much of yourself, girl. There reaaly isn't as much to you as you think. You are just as weak and frail as the rest of your species. And you know what happens to them in the end."

He had smiled an almost toothless smile, and in her anger, she hit him so violently with her sword that she easily beheaded him. Still, there was that grin plastered on his face.

Another thing to haunt her. The man at the gate of Bree, the vision at the stream, and now this. Perhaps this Elvish abode would calm her spirits.

[Himaran]

Thranduil turned to Bali, and spoke in a voice which did not convey friendship. "What would bring a five dwarves, in company with those of many other races, into my realm?"

But upon his answer, the elven lord's face broke into a happy smile. "Lord, tis I, Bali."

"Good dwarf, I have not seen you since you went off long years ago! My, you have grown. No doubt you come to help your father, and the dwarven lord. They are in a perilous position, and I assure you that my warriors are doing all that they can to help protect the mountain.

But, I have been discortious to my guests. Forgive me, but these are troubled days. Sit, and I will have a meal prepared quickly. Now, tell me of your journey."

Bali related all that had happened on their journey, and how they would sadly be staying for only a few days. They needed to reach Erebor quickly. Soon the meal was prepared.

Bali sensed a tension between Ani Dao and Thranduil, but he did not speak of it. The fact that there were many elves travelling with the company made it a little easier for the dwarves to fit in, and they soon became friendly with the guards of Thranduil's Hall.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol talked to his brother, as others of the elven guard. The elf then walked down to King Thranduil's hall. As he entered, he could feel tension from Ani Dao. He took a seat beside her, then listened to Bali talk with the king.

After the dwarf's words with the king, he soke to the elf, "Glad to see you back. Where did you go?"

"To see my mother. That brings me to my question. Do you wan't to come to dinner with us, if we have time?"

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[Himaran]

"Why certainly! I have nothing better to do, and as we will be leaving soon, it would be nice to go and see her. Ani Dao, why don't you come too?"

The elf was hesitant, but in the end she could not refuse the offer. They finished their meal, and then the company dispersed, going to see old friends or just admire the amazing craftmanship that had been put into the castle.

"Tomorrow we shall visit your mother, but it is late. I do not want to trouble her at this hour. I myself want merely to have a drink around a nice fire in this hall, and here some stories. And perhaps tell some, as well."

[maikafanawen]

The moment news of their arrival had reached him; Ahret Ban had rushed to meet his former student. He ran into her as she was leaving the Hall. His ever-hard eyes streamed with tears of happiness as he embraced his pupil.

“I am so glad to see you again.” His arms were thick with muscle and held her like a father would a daughter that had been lost and recently found; which in his eyes, she might have been. Hating to excuse herself from dinner with Burzdol’s mother, she told Ahret Ban quickly of her agenda and promised to meet him afterwards. He nodded understandingly and bid her farewell.

Burzdol’s mother was a wonderful cook. The meal to Ani Dao’s hungry stomach was nectar and ambrosia. Excited, though, to meet up with her old teacher, she excused herself early. Thanking his mother royally, she told Burzdol to save her and Ahret Ban a place in the hall: she’d meet them there shortly.

She found Ahret Ban leaning up against a tree in the courtyard, working on a nocturnal dial pendant. When she entered he stood and bowed. Then, to Ani Dao’s surprise drew his sword. Almost of its own accord, her sword hissed free of its scabbard, and Ani Dao met the elf’s first lighting thrust with a two-handed parry. Relief flooded the arms master’s face.

“Oh good. Your reflexes are still good.” He sheathed his sword and extended his arm, as a noble man would any lady. Ani Dao smiled that he treated her with respect when the others had shunned her. She took it and they began their stroll around the garden.

During their walk, Ani Dao told in surprising detail, her life since her departure of Mirkwood. She included, Umbar, Rivendell, Lothlorien, the Shire, and everything else: people, feelings…etcetera. Ahret Ban listened intently to everything; soaking it up, and commenting where needed. When she refused to say more, Ahret Ban took a deep breath.

“You have led a busy life Ani. You have made many decisions that have been for the good. Your sage knowledge, and your wise friendships have implemented you with valuable connections and,” he said looking at the pouch that hung around her neck, “precious tools.” The rest of the walk, they talked about more pleasant things: the distaste of the new gardeners, and simple gossip, usually shared by old noble ladies. In the midst of their conversation, Ani Dao realized that Ahret Ban had led them to the Hall. She looked questioningly at him, and he winked.

“This was your final destination wasn’t it?” He took in her surprised look and remarked humorously, “I am your other half Ani Dao. Anything you would think of doing, I planted in you. You are my tool … my slave.” Ani Dao punched him. And looked down at her dirty clothes. She had been ashamed to wear them in front of Burzdol’s mother, and didn’t want to be seen in the Great Hall with them.

“I’m going to change. Find—”

“Burzdol. He’s saving you and me seats.” He entered magnificently, not giving a shocked assassin a second glance. She shook her head and went to change.

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Now Ani Dao sat in a rich mahogany chair, elven crafted with leaf, and berry motifs. She had changed into a rich, festival-green colored jerken, held together with gold clasps in the shape of leaves. Her hair was let down, and fell in large curls down her back. Around her head was a woven crown of leaves and berries: appropriate for the time of year, and Mirkwoodian custom. On her left sat Ahret Ban, and on her right sat Burzdol.

[Himaran]

The food was good; that was the first observation made by Bali while attending dinner with Burzdol. The house was simple, mud bricks and wood, but it had a cheer to it that Bali had found lacking in many "greater" dwellings.

The evening was past away merrily. After dinner, Bali and Burzdol offered to clean up the kitchen. Afterwards, they went over to the hall to meet Ani Dao and Ahret Ban.

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[astarielle]

The failing sun's rays penetrting the forest roof fell on the gound. Astarielle sat in a clearing in which at the centre were the charred remains of a dwelling. The ground there was black and here and there pieces of would that had escaped. The fire had long since died away. A tear rolled softly down the cheek of Astarielle but she made no sound. This was where her house had stood many years ago. The house in which she was born, the house in which she watched her parents die.

Many years ago when Astarielle was a mere 500 years old a troop of orcs came to Mirkwood. They had come for revenge on Asilith (Astarielle's father) for killing one of their leader's whilst on patrol. They came in the dead of night at set fire to the house after barring all the exits. Asilith, when building the house, had created an under floor passage way that led out of the house. However after many years of no use the passage had caved in only leaving enough room for a child to get through. Against her will Astariell was forced trough the passage to safety whilst her parents choked inside. She stood in silence, not beliving her eyes hoing to wake from a dream, as she watched them die unable to save them. They dwelt quite a way from the hall of Tharanduil so when some elves came they were already dead. Astarielle was taken into care of Tholas and there dwelt until she was old enough to leave.

Astarielle had not attened the feast, but sat in reflection of times past and time present and times to be. Suddenly she looked up she had heard something stir in the dense undergrowth. She drew her boe and turned ready to fire. To her suprise outstepped Tholas.

"Anima turinqui, Astarielle, saesa omentien lle"

"Tholas do my eyes dicieve me once more? I thought you perished a long time ago."

"Nay, you are wrong for once Astarielle, I was never killed."

Astarielle ran over to meet him adn embraced him. "Come you are needed back at the hall Astarielle." he said. They mounted their horses and rode back to the hall.

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain was keeping a close eye on his son to make sure he was alright. The kidnapping had left Durin with some bumps and bruises and cuts. Seemingly little else was wrong with him other than that. Still, you can't be too careful.

Dain had to admit that he felt a bit uncomfortable being here with all these Elves. Even after weeks on the road with Elvish companions, he still could not walk into a hall such as this one, without giving a brief glance to the right and left to make sure everything was alright. Old habits die hard.

Not that Thranduil had not treated them with every respect and courtesy. The tables had been loaded with platters and bowls of all shapes and varieties. Dain had had his fill of venison and eel pie, along with a variety of other dishes he was less familiar with. Probably some delicacies that were particular to the Elves, he guessed. Still, he and his son had enjoyed everything they'd eaten. It was good to have such luxuries after so many weeks on the road.

Dain had also spent time roaming about the side rooms off Thrandul's main hall, getting a closer look at the king's collection of rare and beauteous pieces that gleemed with gold and precious jewels. Dain had to hand it to the Elvish king. He had a real eye for objects of beauty, much in the manner of a Dwarf. To Dain, that was one of the highest accolades that he could accord to an Elf.

Still, he found himself becoming increasingly impatient. Surely, it would be time for them to leave soon. They were so close now to the object of their quest. He wanted to get on and face the Orcs in battle. Hopefully, then, there would be a happy reunion with his wife and plenty of time for celebration.

[Earendil Halfelven]

The dread of Mirkwood still hung over the young man like a blanket. They were in the Halls of Thranduil and the Mirkwood elves, but still Einen didn't feel any safe. While the rest of the company separated off to find old friends or explore, Einen decided to just stick near Arlómë. He didn't feel like exploring. To him, this was nothing compared to the wonder of Imladris, but maybe in happier days, Einen would see this place in a different light.

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They stayed in one of the halls, smoking some pipeweed. Amazingly, Arlómë felt the same as Einen did. The elves that he once knew here were gone to the Greyhavens. He did have a long chat with Thranduil, who he knew well enough, but he decided to just relax and prepare for Erebor.

Then, Arlómë had a thought. Einen was a good fighter, who did learn fast, but he didn't know enough to get into a full blown battle. Arlómë glanced over at him. Some training would do Einen some good, he decided.

"Come, Einen. Your a good warrior, but I think you still need some proper training. Erebor will be a lot different from what you've experienced." Arlómë said.

Einen sighed. "Sure. If you think so..." was all he said. For the rest of the day, the clang of steel could be heard throughout the hall as they trained.

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[Himaran]

The company left Mirkwood the next morning. With them were thirty elven warriors that had elected to come with them. It was a two-day march to Erebor, and the group was eager to reach it quickly. However, they were sad to leave the peaceful forest. They knew all to well that some would not return to the Hall of Thranduil.

After their final days of travelling, they finally reached the last hill. The peak of the mountain could be seen over the hilltop. But soon, they saw the peril that the mountain was currently in. Nearly three-hundred Uruk Hai were assaulting the outer wall, launching arrows up at the wall and attempting to breach it with ladders.

The group stopped at the ledge, unsure whether or not to attack immediately. But Bali ran to the front, calling, "Charge, leave none alive!" The group dashed down the steep hillside, clashing into the foes at the bottom. Suddenly the doors of Erebor swung open, and dwarves poured out, aided by the bows of elves from the wall.

The Uruks were poorly clad and were no match for the fury of the warriors. The members of Bali's Army met dwarves of Erebor in the middle of the Uruk Hai, now lying slain in piles on the ground. And what a joious greeting it was! Bali soon found his brother, who had led the charge. "Bali, you came! We had started to lose hope."

"I have come, good brother. How is father?"

"He is well. Come in, all of you. We are deeply in your debt." The
group entered the walls, and were met by the arms of friends, wives, and children.

[maikafanawen]

Bali was leaving. The elven messenger informed her, not long after she and Ahret Ban returned to their quarters. She couldn’t believe it. They had not arrived but a few hours ago. She thought to argue, but thought better of it, and instead went to tell Ahret Ban.

“You’re coming with us!” Declared Ani Dao, blocking the doorway of Ahret Ban’s quarters. The elder assassin looked threateningly at her. They had been arguing constantly and repetitively on the same topic.

“Who will protect the king if it go?”

“Who is going to harm the king?” The two stared at each other challengingly for a minute before Ahret Ban spoke.

“I am not needed there Ani Dao. It is not my place.” He approached her gently and stroked her cheek. “You will return, and we will speak more. This is just an elf-walking party if you will. Come back for tea tomorrow morning won’t you?” He dropped his hand and walked over to his desk. “That is what you always used to say to me ‘…an adventure could happen before or after breakfast and I’d still have tea…’ Has so much changed Ani?” Tears made the she-elf’s eyes look like glass and they began to slide down her cheeks slowly. Ahret Ban nodded. “Mmm, yes. New emotions. You always had confidence in yourself.” In two large strides he was before her again and clutched her hands firmly. “Have confidence in yourself again Ani! Do not fail. You will not fail!” Infuriated, she wrenched her hands free and between gritted teeth she said:

“I have never failed. You are not my father—”

“No! I am your teacher.” Ani Dao collapsed into the arms of her mentor and sobbed heavily.

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The next morning, Ani Dao walked out of Mirkwood forest, and further away from her teacher, and friend. At her throat she gripped the feather pendant, which so long ago that it was beyond her memory had been given to her. Sobs had racked her body the night before, and she shook still. Burzdol noticed.

“Are you alright?” She nodded, and firmly changed the look on her face from sadness to determination.

“Just anxious to reach Erebor.” He looked uncertainly at her, but said nothing.

“We’ll be there soon. Two days.” They walked side-by-side the rest of the day.

*****

Upon their arrival at Erebor, they were met with an onslaught of orcs. Defeating them rather easily, they were shown inside the mountain. The scene caught Ani Dao hard by the throat. A beautiful kingdom had been built inside the depths of the mountain. Gigantic columns carved in great decoration and detail held up the ceilings. But what really caught Ani Dao’s attention was all the gold: gold, silver, diamonds, gems, jewels, and mithril. Memories of her days as a corsair flooded back to her. She was not proud of her conquests and vanquishes, but they were still there. She smiled wickedly to herself. If only they could see me now. Surrounded by all this treasure. Ha! How jealous they’d be!! Burzdol clapped her on the back, bringing her back to reality. Suddenly ashamed at her zealous thoughts, Ani Dao followed Burzdol to the walls to get the complete overview of the battlements.

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[Arien]

Belegond stayed at the top of the hill and picked off many of the enemy. The Uruks were easily put to death, their armour was weak and poor and with the help o the dwarves of Erebor they would fall quickly. When Belegond had used up the last of his arrows and had none to spare but the ones of Mithril he hurried down to the aid of his companions, daggers drawn. He kicked the first Uruk he met in the chest and then plunged his left dagger into the heart of another. He kept fighting, but as he turned to one large Uruk, probably a leader he felt himself knocked to the ground. He fell face first into thick mud and could taste blood in his mouth. He rolled over and saw a sword coming towards his face, he rolled again and this time the Uruks head joined him on the floor. Its body collapsed revealing Kili smiling from ear to ear.

“What would you do with out me eh?” he chuckled while dodging an axe swing from a small Uruk and the skilfully slicing through its torso with his sword.

“I do not know,” Belegond laughed as he got to his feet. His clasped his daggers and he and Kili went back into the fight.

[Kili]

Kili took a swig from his canteen and cool ale filled his mouth. Nothing like a bit of courage when in the heat of battle he thought to himself. He ran down the hill into the clash, he delicately cut the heads of a few of the Uruks standing by and drove his sword in to the chest’s of others. As he decapitated the head of a rather foul Uruk he saw that Belegond was in trouble.

“No dwarf leaves a friend in trouble,” he muttered to himself as he swung his sword and hacked the attacking Urks head of. He conversed with his old friend and then together they went back into the war.

The Urks were slain easily and Kili’s sword severed their armour effortlessly. He was enjoying this and took another drink of ale as he went to join Bali, who was fighting a particularly large group of rank Uruks.