Rivendell RPG

[Elenna]

Celebdae galloped on the green meadows surrounding the woods of Imladris. His rider crouched low on his back, chestnut hair streaming out behind as the horse raced onward.
"Noro lim, Celebdae! Noro lim! We must get back to Elrond quickly. The yrch are marching and we must be ready!" Elenna Starsong gripped her horse's black mane, urging the stallion onward. She had been riding hard for 2 days, scouting. A massive force of orcs was moving towards Rivendell, led by a band of Uruk-Hai. If Elenna didn't arrive back within the day, there wouldn't be enough time to muster an army big enough to repel the creatures of Mordor.

[Cimmerian]

I, Azruk, greatest of the Fighting Black Uruk-Hai sit on my high horse marshalling my troops. I command an army blessed by Sauron himself. My half-brother Ugluk, has shamed our kind by allying with the damned Istari. He will die if our paths cross.

Orcs make the bulk of my militia, of all sizes, kinds and skill. They will be the frontline in attack, the first ones to fall as they stem the flow of the Elvin archers. They will be supported by the troops of wild men and of men under the power of the mighty Sauron.
My faithful pack of Wargs will run interference. And making up the core of this assault force are my Fighting Black Uruk-Hai.

We have reached the borders of the Ford at Rivendell. We await till darkness, for it will aid us in our sorties. There will be elf corpses a plenty to stain the white waters come this night.

Hail Sauron!

[Elenna]

I pace in front of the door out to my balcony. My mind has never been in such turmoil. More news has arrived from the Eagles, who have arrived to join our army. Mordor's force is larger than I thought. Not only are there Orcs and Uruk-hai, but also Wargs, goblin-men and wild men. Our army of Elven archers will no longer be enough. We need warriors that can fight hand to hand or from horseback. Celebdae is a trained warhorse, and there are several more in Rivendell's stables, but they are too few and we don't have those with the skill to guide them correctly.
Most of my people are archers. I am different in that I am primarily a sword and dagger fighter. That is why Lord Elrond chose me to lead this army. Glorfindel will be at my side, as he always is. His Asfaloth is brother to Celebdae. A band of Eagles will be over our heads and a large army of archers at our backs.
Another problem - the leader of the army of Mordor is Azruk. He is the greatest and most evil of all the Uruk-hai. He is a brilliant tactician and knows much of the Elves, probably through those warriors he has caught and tortures. I predict he will use his orcs to bait our archers as the rest of his army moves in and kills them.
However, I am an experienced elf-warrior, for all that I am a maiden and only 1789 years old. I will find some way to defeat Azruk. Rivendell will be saved as long as I have breath in my body.

[ May 10, 2002: Message edited by: Elenna ]

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial sights along her arrow to the rabbit nibbling at the grass. This is master Elronds land and he is not my enemy, but neither are he and his children my masters. And surely all Manwe's creatures are free.She pulls back the arrow a bit more-

A horse thunders past, and the terrified rabbit shoots away. Amanaduial lowers her bow irratably as the horse and its rider speed past. Her temper sparking up she yells to the rider.
"aaye!"
The rider rears up and spins around, her own bow at the ready. Amanaduial stares back at her steadily until the rider lowers her bow."What is your buisness here stranger?"unnerved by Amanaduials stare the rider says this a bit louder than intended.
Amanaduial jumps out of the tree landing silently. she walks up to the rider slowly, still stern.
"Elenna Starsong"she says with a perfectly straight face"you have just scared away my dinner. Then you tell me Im a stranger when I often visited those of your house. Remember; Amanaduial, ward of the dark elves?" Elennas face cracks into a smile."Amanaduial!"She dismounts to greet her friend, questioning her as to whether she had a steed, to which Aman asks where she is going.
"Ai, Aman, always answering a question with a question!Well, to Rivendell; the orcs are preparing to launch an assault.Now, do you have a steed?"
"I think I can get there before you anyway."
"Oh?Aman, I have no time for games!"
Amanaduail smiles disarmingly."Go on, hurry!"
As the puzzled Elenna speeds away Amanaduial cries a spellword of summoning. Within seconds a horse appears, though its armour is dark and spiked. Orcish Armour.
Stripping off the unnessessary armour Amanaduial mounts the horse and speeds into the forest to take a shortcut to Elronds house. Somewhere an orc will be wondering where his steed has gone...ah the spells of summoning, always her favourites! She laughs carelessly as the horse gallops on.

[ May 03, 2002: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]

[ArwenBaggins]

just then, a young Elven maiden shoots by.
"Suilad! Cilmesse Fëaelenawen. I am from Mirkwood, although my sister is Arwen! I have come to fight in the army against the Uruk-Hai and their army. Is this the right way?" I say as a ride my horse, Condelia, up to Aman and Elenna.
"Tancave. Do u use a bow or a dagger?" Aman asked.
"I am skilled in both, though I use a bow better. I can also aim and shoot while riding horseback." I answered.
"Follow us..."

[ May 04, 2002: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]

[Elenna]

Elenna breathed a sigh of relief as she sped away on Celebdae. Now that Aman was here, her confidence was somewhat restored. She was one of the strongest elf-sorceresses in the world and would be a very valuable addition to the army, despite the fact that she recognized no one's authority but that of the Valar.
In the distance, she heard a loud trumpeting neigh. Drawing Lalaith, she waited. Azruk rides a great black horse with red eyes, much like a Nazgul. She had no desire to be ambushed. Out of the trees came a large white stallion, it's nostrils flaring. It was Asfaloth, and on it's back rode Glorfindel.
"What news, my love?" he asked.
"Yrch are camped all along the Bruinen. The battle will begin tomorrow. We need to prepare."
And with that, they galloped off back to Rivendell to begin organizing the defense.

[Celebmundoiel]

In Rivendell Celebmundoiel stood on a balcony that over looked the beauty of the waterfalls and trees that glimmered in the light. She sighed as she leaned over the railing to peer at what was under her. Celebmundoiel had journeyed to Rivendell to visit her uncle, her uncle was Elrond Lord of Rivendell. You see Celebmundoiel was Galadriels granddaughter from Lothlorien. Celebmundoiel was hoping she would get to see her cousin Arwen, but she was not sure if Arwen was in Rivendell at the current time. Celebmundoiel felt a bit worried but she did not know why. Something was troubling her, and it felt big.

Celebmundoiel sat down on a bench as she played with her “dagger of the sun” with her fingers. Celebmundoiel finally spoke, “ I know something’s going to happen but what. Oh whoa is me, I wish my grandmother was here to guide me” she said in a soft tone to her self as a single tear began to merge from her eye. She wiped her eye trying not to show despair, and with that she stood, brushed her golden hair back and placed her dagger back in its pouch that lay around her waist.

Celebmundoiel walked off of the porch and out of the room. She began to search for Elrond, hoping that he would give her some wise advice.

[Cimmerian]

To the west, the dying sun spills its last life’s blood over the tall proud walls of the Elven Citadel.
To the east lies the path the fellowship has taken.

Azruk, now sits with his Uruks and feasts, there is much less ale guzzling than the previous day. They are feasting on freshly killed horsemeat, the carriers of the elven scouts that the Uruk-archers had slain.
His second in command, Narcis, an archer unparalleled in all of Mordor and responsible for many an ambush on Elf parties, recounted the hunt in evil glee.
The marauders were in high spirits indeed.

The time of carnage was nearing, warg scouts and crebain had reported that the defences at the Elven Citadel was frugal and almost all were in panic and confusion.
The Orcs howled and danced, painting each other with mud and the blood of their victims.

Azalel, the great black stallion reared up and snorted aloud, his demon blood raging to ride into war. His blood red eyes, deathlike and cold, gleamed at his master in anticipation.

Most of the orc army would be on foot; their large masses would run screaming and hurl their collective mass at the strongholds of the elves, forming a cushion for the elf arrows that would rain down. So that the melee warriors could rush in and raise hell, with wargs and crebain to cause nuisance.

Paving the way for the Uruks to move in for the final kill.

Elrond will fall, come the next life of the sun.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial sat on one of the turrets on Rivendells roof. For a while she conversed with an eagle, flown far to get here.

"The orcs are marching. They are not many miles away and their leader is Azruk."
"Azruk! What are his main weapons?"
"My lady, we could not get very close, as some of my main spies have already been slain, but we know at least that...they are using the uruk-hai."
Amanaduial massages her temples and tries not to lose her temper.She takes one feather from the eagles back and, watching him retreat, she begins her spell. Nothing will be kept secret from her.

"Bela ed' templa....Atost en' entula orme....the spells spark up and Amanaduial finds herself in a tent in the camp. An orc comes in and seems about to shout before Aman raises both her hands

"nai turamin!"The charmed orc stands stunned as Amanaduial melts into him. Now she can easily walk the orcish camp in the form of one of Azruks advisors himself...

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel was still trying to find Elrond when she saw in the corner of her that an elf maiden on the rooftop had disappeared in to thin air. Celebmundoiel looked strangely at the seating place of the elf in wonder. Celebmundoiel was awfully annoyed that she could not find Elrond and that no one would help her. Celebmundoiel stood in her spot and peered around, “There’s no one in sight, where is everybody” she said in a puzzled tone.

Celebmundoiel decided she was going to find out what was wrong her self. She grabbed her bow and arrows that lay on her bed in the room Elrond had given her to stay in. She traveled to the front of Rivendell and walked out. She couldn’t find Elrond to answer her question so she would just have to answer it herself.

[Nevtalathiel]

As darkness fell, a great force walked in the twilight through the uruk camp. She had no name, but the orcs called her Thrakatburz, bringer of darkness. All but the strongest feared her for though she was slim, she had a great hidden strength and could over power even the greatest warrior at need. She seldom entered battles, knowing that her strength was in her mind, her tactics, ambushes and surprise attacks. disobeying her orders was often the last thing an orc did.

[ May 04, 2002: Message edited by: Nevtalathiel ]

[Elenna]

Elenna sat sharpening Lalaith next to Celebdae's stall.
"Today is the day," she said to her horse. "Menelwen and Nolvennion have been killed, their horses eaten. Now we must ride out and stop these yrch before any of our other people die. ANd if they take Elrond, the Ring of Water will be captured. THe Dark Lord must never get it."
Standing, she sheathed her sword and dashed back into the house, looking for Aman, but the red-haired archer was no where to be found. Instead, she came face to face with a very tall elf maiden carrying a bow.
"Who are you, and why do you go armed in Elrond's house?" Elenna's voice was hard and sharp. THere was no space for doubt in these times.
"I am Celebmundoiel, and I might ask you the very same question! I am the granddaughter of Galadriel, and I need to speak to Elrond. Do not stand in my way"
"Well, Celebmundoiel, it would be wise not to threaten me. Your name means nothing here, unless you mean to help me. I command all of Elrond's forces. If you have a question, you may ask me."

[Manelwen]

The Large elf grumbled, he had been sitting in his workshop most of the night, trying to figure out how to make a more lethal arrow than the one the elves were already using. A simple razor arrowhead, nothing more. Their armor was probably going to be thick and that meant more arrows would be expended when the army came. He twirled his latest invention in his hands, linna-gûr, and mumbled under his breath.

"Keldin, have you found something we could use?" Elenna asked, impatience tainted her voice and glittered like the embers of a dying flame in her eyes.

"No." He said softly "I have not found it, but patience my dear. Patience. It will come."

"We don't have time for patience! It must be done quickly, the army is coming." The elfin maiden snapped, immediatly regreting hastling the massive elf. "The army will not wait for you to come up with a solution." She said calmly.

He turned his tired gaze to her, his unnervingly calm steel grey eyes held hers "My dear, the idea will come to me soon and then I can get your arrows to you, but bothering me will just hinder the progress."

Elenna sighed "Fine." She tapped the door with her knuckle before leaving.

Turning back to his desk, he glanced at the glass cup that sat with water in it. His eyes went wide as he picked up the glass. "Brilliant." he muttered, smiling to himself. "This idea will be my best yet."

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëaelenawen runs in behind Celebmundoiel and Elenna.

"Celebmundoiel! I have been looking for you! My father has been captured!!!!"
My father is Elrond, the holder of the Ring of Water.

"My couisin! I have not seen you in 50 years!" Celeb shouted.

"We do not have time for a reunion! Lord Elrond has been taken prisoner! We must save him! Fëa, do you know who he was taken by? Orcs,Men, who?" Elenna said sternly.

"I do not know. We were out gathering elves for the army when my horse needed water. I walked Condelia to the creek and when I came back, he was gone.."
"How do you know he wasn't looking around?" Her cousin said.
"If you would of let me finish I would of told you. I say that all of his bows were scatered on the ground and some were broken in half. Bits of bloody clothes were on the ground. It also appeared that there had been a struggle in that area. We need to find him!"
Elenna replied,"Don't worry,Fëa,we will find him. We can't let the Enemy have that ring."

[Celebmundoiel]

"Fëaelenawen, I missed you dearly. I can not belive poor Elrond was captured. We must do all we can to get him back." She said trying to hide the tears that began to fill her eyes. These were not only tears of sadness but also tears of rage. " We must go and kill whom ever stands between us and getting the ring." Celebmundoiel looked at Elenna, some what annoyed from the last time they had talked. But the dissaperence of Elrond and the ring were much more important. "Tell me Elenna" said Celebmundoiel some what snobby, " how shall we go about getting Elrond and the ring back?"...

[Manelwen]

Keldin muttered out loud as his fingers moved deftly over the shaft of the newest design of arrow. He twirled it in his hands and as he did, his muttering turned louder "Mallome, I don't know if this will work...but it is worth a try, right?" he asked. It would need a special bow and a very strong archer to pull the weight recquired to fire the arrow at a sound speed and distance, but with the on-coming army of orcs right at Rivendell's doorstep and the lord of Imladris captured, time was of the essence. Even he was trying to hurry about his tasks.

The wood of the arrow was Mallorn. It was light and flexible, and would hold the weight fine. The arrowhead was made of three parts; one, the base that the shaft was held to. It was made of steel and three claws that held the second part to the arrow; the glass component. This was rather weighty and threw the balance of the arrow of some, but he could fix that later with a glass nock and a steel band around the feather. The steel tip was like a barb but it still wouldn't do enough damage until it hit something hard; like armor. As the arrow hit its mark, the glass would shatter, causing more damage to the foe; when pulled out, the three prongs that held the glass to the arrow tip would snap in, creating a worse wound. When it was pulled out, if pulled out correctly, the arrow would take on a second transformation: Linna-gur.

He touched the feather, and then pulled them out. Renotching the end of the arrow with his small carving knife, he cut a spiral for the feather to be fit in. "A flu-flu* would be good, it would cause more trouble for our foe, right Mallome?" He smiled as he glued the feathers back in place, then he carefully fit the steel rings on the end and last but not least, the glass nock. It was made of Elfin glass that wouldn't break as easily and shone like a star in the night, so they could find their arrows again. "Come, we must test it." He grabbed his bow and the Dozen arrows that he had made in the span of a day, setting them in his specially made quiver, he set out.

OOC. A flu-flu is a term for the end of an arrow where the feather is. It is called that when the feather is slightly curved on the shaft. It causes the arrow to spin. The design for this arrow is from a story that I created...I hope it isn't too confusing.

[ May 04, 2002: Message edited by: Manelwen ]

[Elenna]

Elenna sat on the great chair of Lord Elrond in the council chamber. Usually it wouldn't be her place to sit here, but this was an emergency.
"All right, everyone. We have an emergency. We need to find some way to rescue Elrond before he is broken by torture. He is a great lord, but Azruk is cruel. We cannot lose that ring! Keldin, what have you come up with?"
"I have a new arrow that can pierce even the thickest Uruk-hai armor. It isn't perfect yet, though"
"Well, I don't care how long it takes. Stay up all night if you have to. Just finish it. Aman can make as many as you need, once you have a prototype. Tomorrow, we will start the war. The Bruinen is a stupid place to fight, but it's the best we can do. Our archers will have to shoot from the trees, and the rest of us will be doing a lot of fighting in the river. And now that Elrond is captured, we cannot start the flood. Archers, Azruk will be using his orc warriors to bait you while the wargs come and kill everyone. Don't waste your arrows, and split into crews; one will go for orcs, another for Wargs, and so on. Us ground-pounding fighters can go for whatever we want. The Bruinen will be stained with Yrch blood tomorrow! And leave Azruk to me. We have an old score to settle."
Elenna stopped, trying to stop a single tear from running down her cheek at the memory. Her younger sister, Lalaith, had been cruelly tortured by Azruk when he found her playing in the woods. Elenna had sworn to kill him with the very sword she named for her sister.

[Manelwen]

He growled, it was a low rumbling noise that alarmed and made the elves beside him side away. They dared to rush him? He was doing the best he could and on such short notice. They would be flimsy if he hurried. But the Yrch wouldn't wait for him, she had a point. His bow and full quiver were strapped to his back and he made his way through the elves, to the front of the group where Ellena stood. "I have them. I just need the archers to come and get them. They will get thirty-six each, and there is enough to supply 40 archers. Choose your strongest and fastest because they are heavy." His voice sounded low and gruff, but immediatly caught the commander's attention as she openly argued with the Golden haired warrior, one of Keldin's own friends, Glorfindel.

"You have them ready?" Glorfindel smiled and patted Keldin on the shoulder, "It would be a great surprise if we could have them for the fight."

Keldin nodded slowly, crossing his massive arms across his chest, looking down his nose at the tough warrior she-elf. "The can be used twice. The first form is the shatterstar. It will pierce the armor and creat a terrible wound, the next form will deafen and make many of the warg and wolf-riders panic, causing pandemonium amongst their rows." He took a deep breath and continued, "That will buy you enough time to get to through the Yrch army, but remember that you only have a few so reuse them as much as you can. When you pull them out, be careful. Twist and pull."

She smiled and looked up at him "Good, thank you Keldin." Elenna clasped his arm and then quickly walked to the door, "I'll have forty of my strongest at your shop." She disapeered around the corner, four of her generals following after her.

He sighed, and watched the young warriors file out, leaving him to his thoughts. "I know Mellome, she reminds me so much of you." Keldin grumbled as he left through the back door that he came in from.

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel was not a very patient elf. She was not going to just sit down and wait for an army of archers to go and get Elrond. “ I can not wait. There is no telling what they are doing to poor Elrond at this time.” She said quietly to herself. “I must go. I will go” she thought.

She ran down the stairs to wards the entrance. “I am sorry Elenna and Fëaelenawen, but I have a feeling we will meet again.” She said heartbroken. She then turned away from Rivendell and disappeared into the darkness of the trees, hoping that her disappearance would go un-noticed.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial walked through the camp alone, her orcish disguise easily covering her. She hoped she was acting appropriatly though, as strangely enough she never specialised in!

As she walked she sensed a change in the atmosphere of the camp. A crowd of orcs and their followers tussled for attention on one object. Amanaduial found herself rather ironically wishing she had chosen a taller orc to enter. Suddenly the crowd broke into laughter and Amanaduial whispered a few words of a spell to get through the crowd. There she saw a sight which chilled her.

There, within a net, his face bloody and elegant robes torn, was Elrond Half-Elven.
"No..."She whispered
It was impossible to do anything now, but no one had the right to treat any decent creature of the valar like this. They would pay.

The sorceress left her victim and killed him as she left the orcish camp, having no more need of a disguise. Sprinting away from through the forest she reasoned that a quickerway to get to the camp was to morph, to change her outer appearance properly. As she got ready to change a figure leapt out of the trees onto her, grabbing er from behind and putting a knife to her throat.
"I think, my dear Celebmundoiel, that neither Elenna, nor Elrond, nor any of the other elves would relish you killing a their most powerful sorceress."Came the droll voice of Amanaduial, startling Celebmundoiel.
"What are you doing here?!"both charged the other at the same time.
"IM going to the camp to get back Elrond, witch.I will not sit around waiting like the others!"As she turnd to go Aman caught her arm and spun her around, at which Celeb hissed in her face."I do not trust you, witch.You and your magics are as decietful as, I suspect, your true nature, fawning up to Elenna, magicing yourself off the roof!Why, that is BLACK magic!"
In a flash Amanaduials dirk was out and she hissed back at Celeb angrily. "I have no quarrel with you. Fine go to the camp!See what i care!"
With that she turned and seconds later and eagle flew towards Rivendell.

[Nevtalathiel]

The orcs cleared away from Elrond as soon as Thrakatburz appeared and only the guards were left. They looked down at their feet, aware that if she was angry, Thrakatburz could have them put to death straight away. Fortunately, she was too focused on her task and her victim to punish the guards, she could have much more fun with Elrond. "So, you thought you'd hide the ring, did you?" She asked Elrond, crouching down beside him on the ground. "Don't worry, you'll soon tell us where it is, there are so many things we can do." Elrond's face remained set. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way, I'm so glad you've chosen it, it's so much more fun!" Thrakatburz laughed and the guards shivered. She stood up and kicked Elrond viciously before ordering the guards to carry him into her tent. She would know where the ring was before the next morning and Sauron would reward her greatly.

[Manelwen]

As he worked, the archers watched in interest, seeing him set thirty-six arrows in a quiver and hand it over to the nearest warrior. His sharp eyes looking them up and down as he set the precious arrows into their arms. "Be careful with them, use them sparingly and try to reuse them." He called out in a booming voice that echoed and reverberated off the walls of his shop.

His hands suddenly still over the quiver, they went up to touch his scar. It seared and made him wince, gritting his teeth as the pain ricochet down the left side of his body. "By the goddess." He brought his hand to cover the scar.

The nearest warrior gasped as Keldin fell to his knees, the pain soaring swiftly like Mandos' eagles fly in the skies. "Lord Keldin, are you alright?" He cried, leaning over to touch the shaking Elf.

"I-I do not know, son. But hurry and count those out." Keldin whispered, finding it hard for him to breath, like someone had stuck a knife in his back. "Thirty-six each." He pulled back his hand that covered the old knotted scar and gasped. His fingers were coated with thick red blood. It ran down his face and onto his tunic, like it had those so many years ago when he first recieved the wound. Could it be? Could she really be near? I thought I killed her. , he thought, panic tearing through the years of delicately laid walls of self-discipline. "Oh god no." He groaned, slumping to the floor, as he was pulled into the cold black void of unconsciousness.

[Elenna]

Elenna sat on a bench next to her bed. Keldin was lying there, unconscious still. His face had been bandaged and the bleeding had stopped, but her mind was still troubled. What could have brought this on? She had known Keldin for a while, and he had always had such a scar. It was no recent wound that had not fully healed. he began to toss and turn, mumbling the word "Thrakatburz" over and over. Elenna knew not what this meant but she had a strange premonition that she would find out much sooner than she would wish. She bathed Keldin's brow with a cool cloth, whispering softly to him.
She heard a slight rustling noise behind her. Whirling around, she saw that it was Glorfindel.
"How is Keldin, El?" he asked, using his special term of endearment for her.
"He will live. He's tougher than that, just to die from a little blood." Elenna laughed a little "and if he knew that you would worry, you would never live it down. Go back to the army - get them ready."
"I bring news. Celebmundoiel and Aman are both missing. Aman I think is scouting, but I don't know about the other one."
"Don't they understand that this is not the time to play heroes? If we lose even one warrior, our chances of success are greatly reduced. I only hope that they get back here soon and unharmed. Elrond has no hope if only one at a time goes to rescue him. Our strength is in our unity!"
"All right, all right! Don't shout at me anymore, my lady Commander!" Glorfindel kissed her on the cheek and left, leaving Elenna with more to worry about than the old fletcher sleeping in front of her.

[ArwenBaggins]

"Glorifindel, my cousin, Celebmundoiel, went to rescue Elrond. I tried to tell her that it was to dangerous, but she said it was her destiny."

"I know, Celebmundoiel does not like being a princess. She has to be out on an adventure," Glorifindel said sadly. "but I believe that suites her better. She can't sit in a palace all day like you..."

"I don't like sitting in my room all day. In fact, I rarely do. I like riding horses, searching land, things like that. I am no mere princess,"I said."I have to go look for her. I need an adventure."

"I already said Fëa, we can't loose any more warriors. I have an idea, Your horse Condelia knows who Celeb is right?" Elenna said.

"Yes."

"we can have her carry a note to Celeb. Is that O.K?"

"O.K."

Fëaelenawen walks out to Condelia. She fastens a note to her mane. "Find Celebmundoiel. Give her this note. We're all counting on you."

Then Condelia rides away in search of Celebmundoiel.

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Dont they know this is not the time to play hero?!"
"Amanaduial playing the hero? Oh my friends, surely not!"

Glorfindel and Elenna turned, surprised, to see Aman leaning against the door as so casually that it made Elenna smile, remembering the days when she had run even the solomn dark elves whos ward she was ragged. Glorfindel greeted her, not having done so earlier.
"Amanaduial, my friend, glad you are here again, I-"his rich golden voice stopped mid sentence as he stared at Aman."Is something wrong?"
Amanaduial was staring at Keldin. The look was as if she was being forced to remember something, something she had tried to hide. As she thought so many times, sometimes there was so much more than just the not even one elven year between them. For the first time, Elenna thought she looked scared.
"What...what is wrong with him?"
"Just a flesh wound, something old-"
"Where?"Her sharp voice cut through.
"To his-"
"Throat..."The last word was whispered. Aman crouched beside Keldin and with her hand on the wound she concentrated for a few moments.
"By the Valar...she has returned! I never thought i would see her again...the prophecy..."Amanaduial was now shaking, her voice faraway, more speaking to herself than to the other two elves. Suddenly she shook her head and faced them, as if only just aware of them. She held her head as if something was trying to escape.

"Thrakatburz!" She fell to the ground in front of the two bewildered elves.

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel now closing in on the location of Elrond quickly jumps over logs and quietly moves over dead leaves. She is careful not to make a sound. She looks around, she sees and hears nothing. 30 minutes went by and Celebmundoiel now hears something close behind her. “Oh my, I hope that is no orc” she says quickly pulling out her bow and arrow ready to shoot the beast behind her. She crouches behind a tree and the noise gets closer and closer. Celebmundoiel leaps out from behind the tree and sees Condelia but at the same time firing the arrow. The arrow just misses Condelia for at the last moment before Celebmundoiel shot she pulled up knowing it was no orc but an animal. Celebmundoiel ran over to Condelia, “Condelia, what are you doing here. I almost killed you my friend.” “ what is this on your mane” Celebmundoiel reached for the letter that Fëaelenawen had attached. It read:

Dear Celebmundoiel

Please return, there is no point in going if you have not any one to help you. We all want to save Elrond and claim back the ring, myself especially for I fear for my father’s life. Elenna claims that Elrond has no hope if only one at a time goes to rescue him. Our strength is in our unity. You cannot simply walk into an army of orcs and expect to live. Please come back.

Fëaelenawen

Celebmundoiel collapsed to the ground in front of Condelia. “She’s right, there will be no hope if we do not work as a one” she said as tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the note, slightly washing away the ink. Celebmundoiel had an ashamed feeling quickly take over inside her. “ Come Condelia, we are going back” said Celebmundoiel, jumping up onto the horses back. “ Go now Condelia. Let us ride back to Rivendell and hope the others will forgive my stubbornness” and with that the horse began to gallop back in the direction of Rivendell…

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa walks though the dense woodland with a heavy pack of her back full of food an other tings she needs on her jouney.
"why did i decide to do this?"
She thought out loud
"must i always be the unlucky one?"
Her clothes where all ripped nd torn at th edges and seems and a small cut could be seen on her white pale face.
Her face was unusually white for rosa had not been feeling well at all by this time.

[Elenna]

Elenna could hear someone crying quietly as she galloped through the woods, looking for Celebmundoiel. She turned her head and saw what looked like a child, small and pale, with a cut on her cheek.
"Excuse me? Are you all right? I am a friend, and you are in great danger. There is a host of orcs camped not a mile from here!"

[Rosa_Baggins]

The hobbit looked up to the stranger beside her.
Her once pale sad face smiled warmly at the elf and she sat up on the stone sitting on.
"Yes,friend, I am fine tis lone i feel not well.Must be all this sleeping on the ground and no in my hobbit hole in the shire and not eatting all my meals aday!"She laughed slightly
"Rosa Baggins...... and you are?"she stuck out her hand and smiled again.

[Manelwen]

He felt so cold. Lost in oblivion, in the deep dark maze of his memories, memories he would sooner forget than anything else. The side of his face burned white hot, yet the skin around it and everywhere else on his body felt cold. Was he dead? "Mellome..." He called his wife's name in the dark, but there was nothing to answer back but his own ragged breathing.

"Keldin..." The faint voice seemed to crack the dark shell around him, the light poured in like the light off the Mallorn trees. "Keldin..." the voice came again, pulling him out of the unpleasant silence of his unconscious nightmare.

"I am here..." He mumbled, reaching his hand blindly to the light, shielding his eyes from the intruding rays of golden sunlight. "Right here..."

"Good." The voice yanked him for the last time, out of the dark and into the light of the day. "Are you alright? What happened?" The patient voice of his old friend Glorfindel talked quietly by his side.

He brought his hand up to his face and touched the bandage that was tapped to his face. "My scar. It hurt...and I could see her, oh goddess...I could see her." He trembled. "She's here." Keldin sat up, grasping Glorfindel's arm tightly. "She's here...and its all my fault that she-she's like the way she is. If I hadn't--if I hadn't those long years ago, she would have been happy...and Oh Goddess..." he shook.

It worried the Legendary warrior that his friend was so scared. That the guilt of so many years had finally caught up to him, leaving him in such a mess. The elf was strong, stronger than many elves that he had known and rarely did Keldin shed a tear or feel scared...but he had no idea how to deal with this. Elenna...where are you? He thought desperately, as he listen to Keldin's ragged sobs.

OOC.I got a plan for Keldin...hold on, 'kay?

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa stumbled over logs and twigs as she walked along a dirt path though the trees that she could not recall the names of.
After meeting the elf by the River she advised her to go to Rivendell or any safe haven nearby because it was dangerous treking alone as orcs and foul creatures run free in the forest.
She did what was advised of her and started again to the elven valley of Rivendell.Her face was still white and pale because of the fever she had and ever-so-often she coughed.
As she tripped an stumbled over a log for the 100th time she came to the feet of a strange Elf like man and as she got up she followed her eyes to his face.
"Wow another elf must be my lucky day......well not rally im treking though a forest and i dont really know where im going!"
She thought as she swung her pack on her back again.
"hmmmmmm hello." She smiled at the Elf but he did not seem to pleased to see her.

[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel galloped into Rivendell. She saw her dear couisin. She broke into tears in her arms. "I'm sorry. I read you're note. We should be one. I'm sorry.."

Then, Fëaelenawen told about Kelvin. "Yes, he told me of that horrifying day. I swore never to tell anyone."

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[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel galloped into Rivendell. She saw her dear couisin. She broke into tears in her arms. "I'm sorry. I read you're note. We should be one. I'm sorry.."

Then, Fëaelenawen told about Kelvin. "Yes, he told me of that horrifying day. I swore never to tell anyone."

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[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel galloped into Rivendell. She saw her dear couisin. She broke into tears in her arms. "I'm sorry. I read you're note. We should be one. I'm sorry.."

Then, Fëaelenawen told about Kelvin. "Yes, he told me of that horrifying day. I swore never to tell anyone."

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[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel galloped into Rivendell. She saw her dear couisin. She broke into tears in her arms. "I'm sorry. I read you're note. We should be one. I'm sorry.."

Then, Fëaelenawen told about Kelvin. "Yes, he told me of that horrifying day. I swore never to tell anyone."

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[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel galloped into Rivendell. She saw her dear couisin. She broke into tears in her arms. "I'm sorry. I read you're note. We should be one. I'm sorry.."

Then, Fëaelenawen told about Kelvin. "Yes, he told me of that horrifying day. I swore never to tell anyone."

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[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel looked at Fëaelenawen and asked, “ Where is Elenna? I need to tell her about Elrond.”

“What about him?” Fëaelenawen asked Celebmundoiel.
“ I do not think you wish to hear this my dear Fëaelenawen” she replied
“Tell me” Fëaelenawen demanded
“Well, I was not to far from the orcs when I heard some one talking. It was a women but I dare not look upon some one as evil as her. She had said something to her orcs, I’m afraid they have already began to torture poor Elrond. The last thing I had heard before Condelia had came was the pound of a foot on a body and I dread that it was Elronds body” she said looking down and shaking her head.
“ We must find Elenna and tell her” said Fëaelenawen grabbing Celebmundoiels wrist as she started to pull her…

[ArwenBaggins]

"Last time I saw Elenna she was in Kenldin's Room with Glorfindel. After that, I ran outside to look for you. I don't know what happened after that. By the way, how many miles away was this orc camp?"

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[ArwenBaggins]

"Last time I saw Elenna she was in Kenldin's Room with Glorfindel. After that, I ran outside to look for you. I don't know what happened after that. By the way, how many miles away was this orc camp?"

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[Cimmerian]

The darkness outside was yet to reach it's apex as the Uruk commander of this large assembled army , Azruk, held a final counsel with his trusted counselors and advisors consisting of five large black uruks, two elder orcs and a female of great beauty and evil.
The uruks, Narcis, Kurhg, Deshnok, Sokursh and Ornahk; the orcs, Hinaskh and Murhks sat silently and looked at the ravishing Thrakatburz in awe as she spoke.

Azruk held her counsel in the highest regard for seldom were her instructions wrong and never had her judgment gone array.

Word had come to them of the capture of the Elf lord Elrond, but no one at this camp had authorized such an order. Thrakatburz warns of this as being a deception on the part of the elves. Is there a third player in this game, she wonders.

At around this point Azruk notices the strange way that Murhks held himself, he seemed to be having difficulty in comprehending their tongue and also reports from a crebain spy told of him being seen offering some of their draught to a captive human female in their camp.
Suspicious, Azruk sends Murhks off to scout ahead.

Then word comes from the spies in the citadel that Elenna herself leads the elves defenses in the absence of Elrond. And word also of the presence Celebmundoiel of Lorein.
Azruk licks his lips at the thouht of finally getting his hands and claws on these two of his nemesis'.
But what really perks his interest and makes Narcis sit bolt upright is word of the great archer Keldin. Narcis and Kedlin's enemity go back into the mists of time, and Narcis was proud to have had a hand in the demise of his soulmate, Mallome.

This changes things, thought Azruk, as Kedlin's skills in archery were surpassed by none save Legolas of Mirkwood. Maybe Narcis could get in a lucky shot. It was time to assemble the assualt force.

Riding out on his steed, the firey black stallion, Azalel, he motions to his troops to fall in and take battle formations. He rides in front of the savages he commands and holds up his hand, " This night will be long remembered, my loyal ones, this night we lay waste the accursed elven creed of Rivendell"

There is a loud roar of approval.

"This night, Rivendell" Soared Thrakatburz' shrill cold voice, " the next Lorein and then Mirkwood and on and on...."

There is a louder roar from the massive sea of orcs, men, animals and uruks.

"Hail Sauron!"

The juggernaut begins it's advance on Rivendell.

The wheels of war are in motion.

[Elenna]

Elenna sat by Keldin's bed, gently washing the scar on his throat as he murmured in his sleep.
"What is everyone talking about? A prophecy? THis could be a bad thing, but it will not stop me from saving Elrond."

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa looked up at the elf that stood
looking down on with a surpised and
bewildered look on his face.
Rosa smiled and thought
"I dont think hes seen a hobbit from the shire before."
The elf clutched his bow tighty as rosa stepped back and walked around the bewilded elf.
She walked onward though the dense woodland and looked back to see the elf looking at her with the same look of surpise.She giggled at the elf and walked forward though the big trees that covered the land around her looking like a wooden prison inclosing Rosa.
She felt uneasy about this and the fact there where evil creatures rowming (sp) these woods made it worse.All she wanted to do was get to Rivendell and get a quite rest an good food.
Of course even in Rivendell evil was lerking
and rowming(sp) the land around but Rosa did not know this......

[Elenna]

The two armies faced each other over the Bruinen. Elenna, mounted on Celebdae, sat in front of the Elven force, tense and waiting. Across the river she could see Azruk, seated on his great black demon-steed.
"This is your last chance, yrch. Give Elrond back to us and depart from our lands, while you still have lives. If you resist, not one of you will be left to carry the tale back to Mordor." Elenna's voice was as sharp and clear as a sword blade. Glorfindel had to restrain himself from beaming with pride. He loved it when she put on her battle face.
"Big words from a little wench, Elenna. It's been a long time. 10 years, was it? Do you remember me?"
"Your name is burned into my heart, just as it is burned into my flesh." Elenna pulled back the shoulder of her blue tunic, revealing a purple scar. The name Azruk. Everyone that could see gasped, but Azruk himself just leered.
"So you do remember. Well, you've come up in the world since then, sobbing in the dirt because your sister was dead. I would parley with you, General Wench."
"Elenna Starsong doesn't parley with yrch. She buries them." Aman's voice rang out from the line of archers. Elenna didn't feel quite that confident, but she twisted her mouth into a parody of a smile.
"I swore to you then that I would avenge my sister, and I will. However, if you leave now, you will see tonight's sunrise. Just don't promise yourself tomorrow. You see" at this Elenna drew her sword "Lalaith, my sister, lives on."

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa walked on though he trees feeling tired and hungery and another things at the sametime.
Not knowing of the conflicted between the orcs and elfs she sang a song that her father,Ponto, had told her and her brother Polo about the the lady of the wood in lothlórien.
"An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shineing 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 in her hair
As sun upon th golden boughs
In Lórien the fair"
She sang as she stumbled over another log and tripped face first into the muddy bank of a small stream.
"stupid mud....stupid stream!" She murmured as she got up and tryed to brush off the wet thick mud that covered her old ripped clothes and pale face.
By now the valley wood ended and the home of the great lord Elrond came into veiw.
"Aye, this is a good day!" She whspered as she ran forward towards Rivenell with what left of energy she had inside her and lerthed her smalls legs forward.

[Manelwen]

When Keldin awoke again, the room was dark and there was no one around. He pulled the blanket off of himself and stood, tossing his long raven colored hair over his shoulders. His eyes, no longer were soft grey, like the whisps of clouds that floated over the cerulean skies, but hard steel like a sword. He had to finish this, and finish it right.

Silently, he walked through the halls. It seemed that everyone was gone and probably off to the battle that would start soon. Keldin stepped quickly through his workshop, to the old battered chest that held things that he hadn't touched or seen in a few millenia. What he would give to never see them again, but his duty called. He pulled out the massive bow that was folded neatly inside, wrapped in precious black elfish silk and his quiver. His armor was at the very bottom. A lost trade and a lost metal that hadn't been seen since the first of his anscestors came to the land of Middle-earth. The black metal gleamed in the fire light, and as he set the armored plate to his chest and buckled it, he felt the anxiousness he had felt when he was just going into the war of the rings. He pulled his cloak over his armored shoulders, then fitted the wrist guards on. "Mallome, I promise, I will kill them for you. I will avenge your death."

[Cimmerian]

"Fools!" snorted Azruk, " What possible threat is your rag tag menagerie of elf kind against a hundred thousand strong army of Mordor.
You will be wise to flee and let us about our business...which is killing you all."

There is a roar from the Orc multitudes.

"You must realise, little one, that the age of the elf is over, now is the time of the Fighting Uruk Hai."

Elenna grits her teeth and is calmed by Glorfindel's hand on her shoulder.

With a wave of his hand Azruk signals the first wave of attack.
Orcs, howling mad and bloodthirsty launch themselves against the elf battlements as uruk archers from safe havens let fly a barrage of arrows.

Azruk leaps into the thick of battle and narrows his eyes at Elenna and smirks as she savagely plows into the ravaging orcs. Narcis fires his arrows in rapid succession at the elf battlements, reloading another as soon as one is fired, his motions are a blur to human eyes. Six elven archers fall to his arrows that were forged in the fire pits of Mount Doom.

Over the chaos and cacophony of battle, Azruk's booming voice addresses Elenna, "I know not of your Elf Lord's whereabouts, you would be wise not to accuse me of pleasures I am yet to gain."

She ignores him busy with the orcs that surround her, but Thrakatburz smiles to herself in her hiding place.

The elves are hopelessly outnumbered but thier superior fighting skills keep them ahead of the orcs. Yet the Uruks are another matter. As arows rain down on both sides, elves and orcs fall on eachother.

One of Narcis' lethal arrows fells Glorfindel, he goes down in a heap.

Elenna is distraught. Azruk moves in hewing elf heads with his enormous double edged cleaver sword. Covered in elf blood, the massive Uruk looms over the kneeling Elenna as she tends to her love. He is about to render the mortal blow when an arrow sails into his left shoulder, he grunts aloud and backs away. Another arrow strikes him in the right thigh. In pain and rage he looks around to see Aman take aim, an arrow whizzes past his nose, snarling loudly he ducks away, ordering his orcs and men to ambush the pest of an archer.

Elf arrow wounds heal faster on uruks, especially if they partake in the Orc-Draught they make and Azruk has such in plenty.

The Battle rages on in the banks of the Bruinin.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial quivered with rage at the way Azruk treated Elenna. She barely stopped herself from loosing an arrow at him straight away. No, there are better ways to hurt..just a mild irritation for now, that should do....
Remembering what Elenna had said about playing fair, she stopped herself just in time, regretfully. No magick, not yet...
She started suddenly as a picture came into her mind, a sharp vision.
A hobbit
Traipsing through the wood
oh god, an orc party moving towards her!
"Not the curse, not now, cant let anyone sort out their problems on their own..."Elenna looked up at the sorceress as she heard her mutter. Amanaduial smiled distractedly.
I cant leave now, cant leave Elenna alone, she thought. Well, Im gonna have to use magic anyway. Sorry Elenna.
Rubbing her palm together slightly she visualised the hobbit once again. Held her in her mind-
ziiiiiiip! An arrow struck Amanaduial in the shoulder, breaking her concentration. The pain seared up and down her arm and she yelped in pain. The pain caused her temper to flare up. Before she could stop herself both arms were raised and she spoke aloud the words of a spell.
"Vara tel' Seldarine!"
The oncoming wave of the orcs arrows stopped in midair and cracked as they bit the protection shield. Amanaduial could only keep it up briefly though, the pain jolting her.
Azruk wheeled around to look at the elf in the ranks of archers. Her eyes were black and she raised her bleeding arms, speaking words he could not hear. He had no time for suspicion to scare his army. She stopped clutched her arm before looking up slowly. She turned to face him almost directly, her eyes shining silver...
and smiled. As his horse reared up he started to forge his way towards this defiant creature...

[Rosa_Baggins]

"hmmmm.. i would hve expected to see at least 1 orc."Rosa thought as she stopped and pulled out her waterskin from her pack.
A sudden tug on Rosa's shoulder made her fall on the hard stone ground and her water spilled ont the ground.
She got up and cursed under her breath and picked up th empty waterskin.
"no more water....great!" She thought out loud.
She looked around herself and pulled out her short sword from her sheath on her waist and held it aloft at about shoulder length.She could hear russles and the snapping of twigs around her as she backe away to get her pack a squirrel jumped out the bush and made Rosa jump outta her skin.
she sighed and said in a whisper
"Hullo little squirrel, dont scare me like that again ok?"She paused, smiled and picked up her pack, Rivendell could be seen in the distance and Rosa smiled as she though about he jouneys end......or is it????

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrkatburz smiled form her hiding place. So Azruk knew about Elrond's disappearance, that stupid elf! Never mind, there would be time for revenge later. For now she would have to move her captive before Azruk found him, her tent was not, after all, the best of hiding places. She slipped away from the orc army, moving slowly between the trees. Suddenly she stopped. Something was moving among the trees. It looked like a child. She would have to act quickly, if the child made a noise and she was discovered, Azruk would be sure to question why she was not where she should be and Elrond might be discovered. Quietly she moved up to the child, seeing as she came closer that it was not a child, but a halfling. Sauron had instructed her to be on the look out for these halflings, perhapsif she could capture it, she would earn herself a great reward. She stepped out of the trees. the halfling looked shocked but did not make a noise. "Shh. It's not safe here, follow me, I'll take you somewhere away fro the orcs."

[Amanaduial the archer]

As the orc leader forges his way towards her, Aman draws a pair of sais out of her sleeves and prepares herself in the traditional fightin stanse with sais, one held above her head, one in front, as if inviting the opposition to attack.
"Come beast, try m-"She stops mid yell as another vision hits her, harder this time.
The same hobbit.
the same wood.
and...her.Thrakatburz.Guiding her.
"No..."Aman whispers. Thrakatburz looks up sharply. She can sense Amans prescense.
Once again Aman is jerked back to the battle by a startling thud near her. She jerked around and saw Azruk viciously backhand his massive fist into Elenna. Elenna falls, catching herself by the saddle.
Back to the fores.
Back to the battle
forest,forest, battle, forest...
"AAARGH!" Amanaduial cries out, as if real pain is jerking her from each scene.
Part of the prophecy is taking place, the prophecy that haunts her..."Two worlds meeting in one place, one vessel;but will the vessel break..."

[Manelwen]

Keldin settled himself on the horse, his newest steed that had been personnally trained by Glorfindel. It was a fine horse and very tempermental, it snorted and tossed its head, waiting for Keldin to give it the word. "Noro Lim." he growled, nudging th horse slightly with the heel of his boot.

The horse took off down the main road of Rivendell, faster than he had expected. He leaned low against the horse's mane and watched the scenery go by, looking around the trees to see if there were any yrch. Pulling his massive bow out, he unfolded it, while the horse still ran and stringed it quickly. Notching the arrow, he waited, sitting up as the horse galloped swiftly down the deer trail, and closer to the orc's base. He had to get to her, he had to kill her before she took Elrond's life.

He could never forgive himself if she killed the great lord of Imladris. It was his fault her child was killed. He threw that lance long ago that smote down the young child, his own nephew and his brother's flesh and blood. He drove her into Mordor, made her become that evil and so determined to destroy the elfin race. The race of the Noldor was already in shambles, his family was anhilated during the last war, the remnants of a once proud race now scattered to the four winds, and he partly blamed himself for it. If Siluialwen was still there...if that was really her...then what was he going to do? Finish the job that he had failed to finish three millenia ago?

He met the river and followed it up, going farther away from the noise of war, and then passed the river at the farthest distance that he could. The horse snorted and backed away from the bank, obviously, someone had already known he was coming. Abandoning the horse mid-stream, he lifted the bow and arrow over his head and quickly ran to shore. His eyes narrowed as they fixed themselves on an unsuspecting wolf-rider. Bringing out the Linna-Gur, he set the arrow to the string and pulled back, the strain of the ancient bow was still there, it hadn't softened in time. Carefully he let the arrow go, it screamed and the wolf yipped and cried, throwing off its rider. The orc cursed as the arrow entered his breast, he died there, tainting the mud of the shores of Bruined with his disgusting blood. Keldin brought out another arrow, a normal one and shot down the wolf that was still howling and shaking its head.

Keldin lowered his bow and ran through the forests on the other side. Carefully, he listened to the sounds of the forests, no birds chirped in the skies but the winds that rustled the leaves of the trees spoke of the death that was to come.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëaelenawen and Celebmundoiel where fighting side-by-side. Fëa was hit with an arrow in her leg and her cousin tried to comfort her.

"I'm alright. I will try to finish fighting."

Everyone could tell Fëa was hurt. She was always grabbing the leg she had been shot in.

Elenna said,"Are you sure your fine? You look awful!"

"I already said: 'I will finish fighting' even if it kills me."

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[Cimmerian]

Unknown to the elfin defenders, Azruk has sent two battations of his orcs led by his trusted Uruk Liutenants Deshnok and Ornahk to flank the citadel from opposing sides. They launch a savage assault onto the city's strongholds, gaining inch by inch.

As one battle rages on at the gates of the citadel another more violent one plays out by the Bruinin. Elf and Orc show new meanings and faces of bravery and savagery as they clash head on, years of pent-up strife, trauma and grudge exlpode across the battlefield.

And through it all the huge, dark frame of Azruk among so many paler ones, butchers a path of blood red savagery. Loosing sight of the object of his hatred in the chaotic melee, after felling her with a mortally wounding blow, he runs amok covered in elf blood, mowing down elf and orc alike in his blind rage.

Grinning maliciously at the feeble attempts of her magicks, he launches an elf corspe at Amandaluil which hits her square and drags her under the rabid stampede.

"Spellcast that, elf sorceress!'" he growls and turns away swinging his hefty sword and splitting a young elf skull into two.


Up on the orc-made terrace from where the Uruk archers assail, Narcis bellows that he has sensed Keldin approach. Azruk's eyes glow red and he laughs,"The old fool leaves the citadel open for attack...away orcs, have at the accursed elf creed."

He then instructs the hulking Kurhg, an uruk of troll like proportions to attack the two she-elves that were causing much canrnage at the expense of his orcs.

"Bring me the offspring of Elrond there, alive! ......slay the other one."

Kruhg grunts and surges ahead, skulls of fallen orc and elf alike crushing under his massive feet.

[Elenna]

Elenna saw the yrch move off towards Rivendell. "Rimo livan" she cursed. "Celebdae!" her horse galloped over to her, his black hooves stained red with blood that was not his own. He had an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, but the wound was not deep.
"Elenna..." Glorfindel's voice was weak and sounded as if it came from a great distance away. "Elenna, forget me. Either I will live or die, but it matters not. Get back to Imladris. Save Fea and Arwen. I will be all right here." He reached up to touch her cheek gently. "My hero..."
Tears poured from Elenna's eyes. "Celebdae will stay here with you. I can get back to Imladris fast without him. Faster that yrch who don't know the terrain. I love you" She kissed him softly, her tears and his mingling, and then she was gone.
Elenna had been running for a few minutes before she heard the breathing. It was harsh, not an exhausted sound, but an angry one. Stopping and looking behind, the sun was blotted out by the massive body of what looked like a troll, but was really an Orc. Cursing under her breath again, Elenna climbed the nearest oak tree and drew her sword, ready to use any means necessary to defeat this enemy. He carried a great battle axe dripping with red blood. The blood of elves. Lalaith glittered in the sun as Elenna called out more boldly than she felt "Come on, Yrch. I don't have all day!"

[Rosa_Baggins]

Another russle made Rosa jump again and pull out her sword.
An Elf stepped out of the bushes with a smile on her face,Rosa looked at the elf.She seemed cold and pale in the face as she was but his did not discourage her fo she did not know of the elven ways nor what they loked like as such for she had only seen to Elfs in her life time.
"Shh. It's not safe here, follow me, I'll take you somewhere away from the orcs." the she-elf whispered.
Rosa thought for a second, she didn't know there were orcs nearby but surely because te elf had better hearing than her she agreed not knowing what evil she was and what was to lie ahead of the hobbit when she agreed to let her lead.
"Aye, I will.Thank you!Tis not everyday an Elf as kind as you helps me with my travels.I will let you lead me to safety"Rosa said with a warm smile on her face but what a mistake was this to follow a stranger.She put her sort sword away and ran to the she-Elf.

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz looked around sharply, the halfling was following obediently behind her, easily swayed by her elven looks. But Thrakatburz could feel someone watching her. She could see no one, but she knew that did not mean she was alone. It must be that elven sorceress, she had felt her presence in the camp, but had not been able to find her. Keldin was here too, she could sense it. She smiled. She had waited so long to avenge her son's death. She could never forget the pain he had caused her, but she could show him what it was like.
And then it was gone, just as soon as it had begun and she was alone with the halfling again. If the elf had seen her, she would have seen the hobbit too, and would no doubt try to save her. Thrakatburz would have to work even faster then, to move Elrond and secure her captive in a secret place where neither the elves nor the orcs would find them. And if Azruk followed the sorceress, he would find her and question why she was not where she should be. He was an uruk, but he was not stupid. He knew about Elrond's disappearance and if Thrakatburz was not hiding, he would easily put two and two together. If he did, the situation would not be easily explained and she knew what she would have to endure in order to gain his favour again.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa is feeling her wound greatly. She sees she is losing a lot of blood.
"Celeb, I know the orqu are looking for my sister and I, but I can not go on. The pain is too great. I am sorry. I have failed my family. I promised I would fight until the end. I broke that promise."

"It's O.K. Elenna and Aman will thank you for just helping us." Celeb answers.

Fëa goes unconcious [sp.?] on the battlefield.


You know the drill. Help me. Just DON'T make my die! NE thing else!!! Just not die!

-Thankz! smilies/tongue.gif

[ May 08, 2002: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]

[Cimmerian]

The elves are forced into retreat, mistaking their leader, Elenna's backtracking as a sign of defeat. The orc army presses on, uruk archers assail unhindered. Azruk strides tall and proud, dripping in elf and orc slime, and surges ahead after Elenna.

Meanwhile the hulking Kurhg makes his way toward an injured and terrified Fëaelenawen and the arrogant Celebmundoiel. He senses their apprehension and wades on, knowing only a powerful elf mage or an Istari can stop him.

Ornahk and Deshnok have already led their battalions into the citadel and are raising hell within it's walls. Elf and elffriends, old and young are not spared, only those with enough strength either flee or die resisting the wave of marauding killers.

The futile army of elves now reduced to a shadow of it's former strength is pushed back to the walls of the City by the advancing horde of Sauron's bloodthirsty orc army. Uruk archers, now down on the ground, fire lethal arrows at the retreating elf mob.

Amanadulial lies below the torn and butchered bodies of Elf and Orc, covered in their blood, slime and mud....she has been overlooked by the onrushing orcs and men, given up for dead. Arrows whistle over her and drop more of either team around her unconcious frame.

The conquest of Rivendell is imminent. Without Elrond's power and guidance the elves are helpless. Glorfindel barely lives, Elenna retreats, Keldin lost in his own thoughts, Fëaelenawen and Celebmundoiel face an impossible foe, Amanadulial seemingly dead and a confused Hobbit hardly inspires a fightback in the frightened elves.

Azruk grins malevolently and leads the onslaught.

"Rivendell is mine!"

Ooc read my accompanying discussion post for further plot advance.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa slowly opens her eyes. She stealthly sits up. Over half of the Elves were dead or unconcoius on the battlefield.
Elenna was retreating. Celebmundoiel was fighting but retreating. Glorfindel was hurt.

"Where was Aman?"
Fëa saw a female Elven body being stepped on. It was not dead. She appeared to be breathing.

"Aman!"

"Fëaelenawen! Your awake! We need to go! This battle is hopeless! We are brutally out numbered! Kurhg is looking for you!" Celebmundoiel yelled.

"Is he looking for my sister as well?"

"Yes!"

Celebmundoiel and Fëaelenawen start to follow Elenna.
"Good luck Aman..." Fëa wispered.

[ May 08, 2002: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]

[Elenna]

Elenna stood in the tree, twiddling her thumbs. "How in the heck am I going to get down from here?" Kurgh still stood at the base of the tree, his axe upraised. THe blood had dried, but it was still menacing. "Well, it looks like I am going to be here a while."

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel and Fëaelenawen were running as fast as they could towards Rivendell. When Celebmundoiel looked up and saw Elenna. “What are you doing up there?” Celeb asked. Then she looked at the bottom of the tree. “Oh” she said surprised. At the base of the tree she saw an Uruk. It was kurhg. “ Uh Fëaelenawen I suggest you make a run for it” said Celebmundoiel as she pulled out her bow and arrow.

Celebmundoiel let go of the arrow as kurhg came running towards her. She shot the arrow and it whizzing threw the air. It pieced the Uruk in the leg but that did not stop him. Kurhg rammed into Celeb, knocking her to the ground. She scrambled backwards trying to get away but the Uruk kept drawing closer. Then she pulled out her dagger of the sun from her pouch pocket. “This was it” Celebmundoiel thought. Step by step kurhg drew nearer. With one quick movement Celeb jabbed the dagger above the arrow she had shot before. She pulled it out and closed her eyes, she though kurhg was shurly going to kill her now. Nothing happened, Celeb looked up and there he was. He stood there, not moving or anything. He started to turn blue and frost began to cover his legs quickly moving up his body. “ Elenna, Fëaelenawen we must run now. I fear this shan’t last long” Celeb yelled while scrambling to get up…

[ May 08, 2002: Message edited by: Celebmundoiel ]

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz stopped, they were nearing the orc encampment. She would have to tie up the halfling, but for that she would need rope. Her only choice was to leave the halfling and return to the camp, but if she was seen there, she knew she was in danger. She strained and on the edge of hearing could just sense the sounds of battle. "Stay here, I need to look around" she said to the halfling in as sweet a voice as she could manage before she set off stealthily for the camp. There were still a ew orcs there, left to guard the supplies, but they would not question the comings and goings of Thrakatburz.

Inside her tent, she checked that everything was as she had left it. Nothing had been moved, it appeared that Azruk had been too busy planning his attack and preparing for the battle to come in search of her. she lifted the pile of skins which concealed Elrond. The blood had dried on his face and hair now, but he bruised and weak. She spat on his face, enjoying the pathetic sight of him trying to wipe his face clean though he was too well tied to move a muscle. She dropped the skins again and opened a trunk, searching for a suitable length of rope.

[Manelwen]

He watched her slip into the tent with avid interest, and silently ran his knife across the orc guard that had his back turned to the silent warrior. Clasping his hand around the orcs greasy mouth to keep him from calling out, he let the dead body fall to the muddy ground. Keldin wiped his knife on the orc's cloak and then advanced, creeping towards the tent where the lady had dissapeared in.

Lifting the flap of the tent, dark black oily smoke leaked out and into the dark air. It smelled of burnt alethelas that made Keldin gasp, the smell was mingled with something else that was putrid and smelled of sweet decay. He slipped into the room and saw the elf standing, her arms crossed over her chest, and her foot squelched on the ground as she tapped it, displaying her impatience and expectance mockingly. "I have been expecting you."

"Siluialwen." He bowed his head, lowering his eyes, his shame of his deeds millenias ago, finally broke through his restraint and he gritted his teeth, trying to keep from bursting out. He could tell that she was no longer the fair maiden that she once was when she married his brother, Elatar. The twinkling light in her bright eyes was no longer there, and the innocence of her youth had blossomed into bitterness and a cold darkness that made Keldin shudder.

"Siluailwen is dead." She spat hatefully, her eyes narrowing with hate and anger, that she had stirred in for the four millenia since her husband had been killed...and her child cut down by Keldin's own lance.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa walked steadily behind the tall Elf that leaded the way for at least 2 hours now and Rosa was getting worried.The hobbit stopped and looked at her surroundings.The trees where dark wood, the sky was covered by the canopy of branches and hardly no light traveled though the little gaps though the canopy.
She felt unsafe and unwelcomed by this type of wood and it almost seemed far, far away from the safeness of the Rivendell valley woods she was traveling though to get to the elfen home of the great Lord Elrond and to the small voice at the back of her mind told her that it was unsafe to travel with strangers even if they are the kind race of the elves.
"My mind tells me this is folly and can i trust this elf??"She thought now moving and manovering though the old dark wood trees.
Some how her hand slided back to her short sword in its shealth at her waist but did not pull the sword out from even if she tryed to overpower the elf she would lose because of lack off strength and weight but she could outsmart her but when she thought again that she had no chance because of the elves hearing, sight and fast running speed she would easyly catch her as hobbits are not built for speed only silentness and easyly hide in small places big people could not.
"Aye, my mind is right this IS folly."She thought again now pulling her hand away from her swords handle.

[Rosa_Baggins]

suddinly the elf she had followed turned to her in a sweet warm smile but Rosa could hear a hint of coldness in her voice that she found odd.
"Stay here, I need to look around"She smiled looking around warily as she spoke.
"Aye i will!"Rosa replyed smiling aback and kicking the small twigs around the floor
She was up to something, but what?
As she sneaked off though the woodland Rosa grabbed her pack from the floor and silently sneaked behind the elf for hobbits where built for silent steps that can not be traced and not heard by even the acute hearing of the elves.
"But to what if she finds me elvesdropping surely i will be killed or if she is not the evil elf that im intending she will not mind for she is doing nothing wrong."She said in her mind.
"Stupid big people always think the smallest of beings are usless!"

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz had felt Keldin's coming even before he had entered the camp. She did not find it hard to sense the presence of someone for whom she bore such malice and such hate. She had let him kill the orc outside her tent to make him think his arrival would be a surprise. The orcs were expendable and she would enjoy the look on his face when he saw her waiting for him. Thrakatburz was not let down. She watched him gasp and retch as he lifted the flap of the tent.

He looked at the ground, and she knew he was comparing her to the person she had been long ago.
"Siluailwen" he said, almost involuntarily.
"Siluailwen is dead" Thrakatburz replied and she enjoyed watching his pained reactions as she spoke. "You did what you set out to do that day; you killed Siluailwen. All the hate I carry and all the things I have become, it is because of you." She stepped closer to him, breathing these words into his ear and she knew that though he tried to hide it, he was weighed down by guilt. "Perhaps you would like to experience the mercy of the person you have shaped."

[Cimmerian]

Azruk roved around inside the citadel, his uruks and orcs laid claim on all they could find, they took prisoners aplenty, though some of his most hated had fled. He smashed a hapless corspe of an elf-child with his mace, it sprayed even more blood on his already drenched face, he was victorious.

The goings on at the uruk camp by the Bruinen no longer concerned Azruk, as he was master of Rivedell now. The orcs rounded up all the captured elves and elf-friends.

Azruk addressed them all. "We have taken this accursed elf city, we will take them all soon.
But for now we will reap the spoils of this war."

There is a loud cheer from the orcs and whispered gloom from the captive elven.

"Put the males to work, make them slaves, slay all the young." Azruk snarled, his lips twisted in evil glee,"Bring the females for our pleasure!"

With a wave of his hand he dismissed his cronies to carry out his commands amidst gasps of horror and tears from the elves. Azruk then proceeded to enter the House of Elrond and lay claim his throne. This was a great victory for Sauron.

His quarry, Elenna, had somehow escaped his wrath and hides somewhere no doubt dreamiing of revenge, he should have had his hands on Fae, the child of Elrond but that too was ruined by that elf-witch from Lorien. She had used some form of magick to stop Kurgh, nay he is not yet dead, but near it.

Azruk now orders Sokursh, the most malicious and ruthless of the Uruks to hunt down and kill Celebmundoiel.

His thoughts drift to Thrakatburz and where she might be, she seems to be absent in this great victory, which is highly unlike her; and there is also no sight of Narcis either. Had he met his end at the hands of Keldin or is he rejoicing somewhere having slain his arch rival?

With these ponderings Azruk orders an elf-maid to pleasure him by feeding him fruit from the gardens of Imladris. The frightened little creature complies without refrain.

[Elenna]

Elenna leapt out of the tree and sprinted back to the riverbank where Celebdae and Glorfindel waited. Glorfindel had passed out, but was still breathing. Tearing a sleeve from her shirt, Elenna bound up the wound on his shoulder. Some distance away, Aman lay face down in the mud. Elenna half carried half dragged her back to the grass near the trees. Aman was bruised and bloody, with an arrow protruding horribly from her shoulder. Where the arrow had entered, the arm was broken, bent at a horrible angle. Elenna snapped the arrowhead off the shaft, grimacing as she felt the power of Mordor run over her fingers, cold and burning. As soon as the shaft was removed from Aman's arm, the red-headed elf maiden stopped breathing.
"NO! You can't die, you stupid witch! You can't!" Closing her eyes, Elenna slipped into the state that elves call "Dark healing". It seemed as though she was in a forest at night. She could see a silvery light through the trees. Running hard, she came upon Aman sitting under a willow, asleep. Elenna shook her awake "Come on! We have to get out of here!"
"No. I don't want to leave. It's very comfortable here."
"Amanaduial Turacar, you have a lot of work left to do in Middle Earth, most of which isn't comfortable. Let's go. I'm counting on you!"
"But it will hurt!" Aman's voice held a note of childlike fear, evidence of how hurt she was in both body and spirit..
"I know you are no coward. We have to leave! I've left our bodies completely unprotected, not to mention Glorfindel. Don't be selfish. That isn't like you."
And with that, Aman got up and they both sprinted back to their world. They opened their eyes at the same moment. Elenna jumped up to tend Aman's hurts when a huge wind knocked her back to the ground. Turning her head, she saw six massive eagles coming in to land on the ground near her.
"Greetings, ground-pounder! The Lady Galadrial sent me to find Elenna Starsong. Do you know where she is?"
"I am Elenna, Windlord. What does the Lady wish?"
"I am commanded to take you and some of your folk back to Lorien. Let us go!"
"No, Windlord. I will ride my horse to Lorien,and take Glorfindel with me. You and your eagles, if you wouldn't mind, should look around and see if you can find anyone else. Search especially for Feaelenawen, Elrond's daughter. She is being pursued by orcs. And take this one" Elenna gestured towards Aman. "I will see you in Lorien. Oh, and could you help me get him onto my horse?"
"You are brave, little maiden. Good luck!" Gwaihir lifted Glorfindel onto Celebdae and took off, calling to the rest of the Eagles in their own language. Elenna leapt onto her horse and galloped off. She felt like laughing and crying. Aman and Glorfindel would live, but Rivendell had been conquered. And for the first time in her life, Elenna had run from a fight.
"I will return, Azruk, and then you will understand the meaning of pain. Don't forget to look over your shoulder every once in a while, because one day, I'll be there."

[Manelwen]

"I would rather die than feel the mercy of your hand." Keldin replied hotly, the fires of rage burned in his eyes, and his jaw clenched as the grasp on his knife handle tightened. "I came here to finish what I failed to complete four millenia ago." He towered over the elf, glaring down at her.

Throwing back her head, she laughed a laugh that was full of bitterness. "You fool! You think that you can possibly touch me?" As she asked, orcs flooded the tent, the leather flaps of the pavillion lifting to show orc archers; all with their arrows pointed at him.

"What do you want us to do with him, Lady Thrakatburtz?" A rather tall orc asked, his eyes falling to her feet; obviously too intimidated to meet her eyes.

She snarled and raised her hand, obviously intending to strike down the orc for merely talking to her. "Tie him up, I'll deal with him later." The elf snapped, before tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"You'll pay for this, Siluialwen." Keldin growled, letting the orcs quickly and roughly clasp iron manacles around his wrists and ankles, taking away his weapons and throwing them in a pile in front of him.

Thrakatburtz shook her head, stepping up to him and stabbing a long slender finger at his chest, as if it were a knife "No Keldin, Brother. You will pay." Her voice was grave but unnervingly calm, which left many of the orcs rather unsettled, but the tall elf seemed impervious to her deadly tone of voice. "I will make you pay for every single year that I have been without my son. You will be begging for my mercy when I am done with you."

[Rosa_Baggins]

As Rosa silently stepped forward though the trees a light of a camp fire was blazeing in te distance and Rosa unshealthed her short sword and pulled it aloft at about up to her shoulders.
She stepped into the clearing of a campsite full of tents that covered every given space as silent was she walked along the forest floor she scuttled along the uneven ground to a tent where she could hear rased voices of elves, one of them was familier.It was the cold, evil voice of the Elf she followed to lead he to Rivendell.
She stopped behind a tree watching and waiting, thinking of a plan to get away.
"hmmmm i could aways run to Rivendell from here but i do not know the way from here or i could be the noisey hobit i am and go lookin the tent.....i would surely be seen.."
She thought brying thw cool water to her lips from the waterskin in her pack.
As she got up and move to the tent the voices got louder and ten she hide behind another tree nearby not letting go of the sor nor letting her guard down for a second.

[Shadow_Staar]

Alateriel galloped down the road that led to the mysterious woods of Lorien. She spoke to her horse in a whisper urging him forward. He flew like the wind, kicking up dirt behind him. Alateriel only thought of getting to Lorien in time to protect the sacred forest. Zephyros took a sharp turn and thundered into the woods.
"HALT!" A voice called from ahead. Ala had been so deep in thot that she forgot about the gaurds.
"State you name and purpose in Her Graces Woods."
"My name is Alateriel Darkstar, daughter of Zellion. My purpose is to protect this wood, along with the rest of those who are to come." She sat proud atop her horse, waiting for the gaurds to give her permission to enter.
"Alright, Daughter of Zellion, you may enter." She nodded and galloped past. She soon arrived, and looked around for others who mite be there to protect Lorien. She saw none, and was grateful for that. She need time to come up with a stratagy, and a good one. She handed Zephyros over to a stable-hand, and went to look for a quiet tree to rest her wery body and mind, for tonite she would not sleep, eat, drink, but she would meditate, call her power to her, release her mind into the dark powers of her ancestors before her.

[Cimmerian]

Narcis strode over lain bodies of orc and elf as he searched for Keldin, his longbow readied with a special arrow for his arch foe.
He neared the tent of Thrakatburz attracted by the commotion of the orcs that crowded around. He could hear her voice and also the garbled response of another who seemed to be in pain.

He moved ahead and the orcs hurriedly made way for the great uruk archer as he entered the tent. Thrakatburz whirled around in surprise at the sound of him and looked at him in anger. He could foil her very plans for he was a dog at the feet of Azruk.

The fire in her eyes subsided and she smiled at him, pressing herself against his tall bloodstained frame she placed her arms around him and said," Great Archer, I have your rival bound and trussed up like game foul, torture him at your leisure." She prodded the bound down figure of Keldin with her left foot. Keldin glared at the two of them, the hairs on his neck rising.

"No!" said Narcis, much to Thrakatburz's surprise,"I will fight him like a warrior, let him be free and choose his weapon."

"What!" screamed Thrakatburz, disbelief in her eyes upon this code of warrior-honour coming from an Uurk of Mordor," You dare question my authority."

"I do, wench." Narcis snarled," with the approval of Azruk, for he has granted me leave over what I wish to have done of Keldin, and none shall have a say in it."

Her eyes afire, she hissed," Then so be it, fool!" and she ordered her cowering orcslave to rid Keldin of his bindings, " Now take him and get out."

As Narcis roughly dragged Keldin outside, Thrakatburz nervously looks at he pile of skins under which she had hidden the inconvenienced Lord of Rivendell.

Outside Narcis roughly shoves the large elf against a tree and snarls, " Choose, elf!
What manner of death you would desire, choose your weapon and fight."

Keldin rubbed his wrists to soothe the sting of the bindings and calmly replied," I will fight you, Uruk, with my bare hands."

"Well met, old fool!" guffawed Narcis, "the pleasure of crushing your skull with my bare hands surpasses the poisoned arrow that I have in store for you."

The two large adversaries square off and pace around facing the other as the crowd of orcs roar aloud.

[Elenna]

Elenna rubbed Celebdae's neck as he drank. Elenna and Glorfindel had been riding him hard for a full day, and they were all exhausted. Elenna had tried to heal Glorfindel's wound, but her skill wasn't great enough to combat the evil powers of Mordor's iron. As it was, she could only ease his pain.
"Do you want to stop?" she asked him quietly.
"No. We must get to Lorien. We need to regroup and go back and defeat Azruk. He has hurt me, so I must return the favor."
"Azruk is mine, Glorfindel. I swore ten years ago to kill him, and I will. I love you, but don't get in my way."
"All right, but your sister wouldn't want your revenge to consume you."
They remounted and galloped on until they came to the eaves of the Golden Wood. It was nearly midnight. As Celebdae stepped carefully into the forest, Elenna heard a whoosh of air and saw an elven arrow bury itself in the tree beside her head.
"Who are you, and what business do you have in Lothlorien?" a tall blonde man stepped onto the path in front of the horse.
"I am Elenna Starsong, commander of the armies of Rivendell. We have been defeated, and your Lady sent for me. Let us pass. Glorfindel is wounded, and needs healing."
"May the stars light your road." And Elenna rode off to speak to Galadrial.

[ May 10, 2002: Message edited by: Elenna ]

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala sat in her tree quietly meditating, searching deep in her soul for the magic that she would use, until someone interupted. She growled and looked down.
"What do u want?" She sneered at him
"Her Magisty wishes to know why you are not in a room and in a tree instead." The gaurd asked.
"She knows why. It is you who wishes to know. What would do you i told you that I was summoning the black magic of my ancestors to me. Would you run in fear, or would you tell your gueen of the magic that i know?"
"I...I would do nothing, I have heard stories of you Milady, and i would do nothing." With that he left her to her tree. She closed her eyes again, and started the process all over again. She saw deep into her soul, and found what she was looking for, that small portion of blackness. It burned inside of her as she reached for it. She grasped it, and flowed through her.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial was jerked from her dreamy half awake state left from the world of the dead to full life as the horse bumped along. As she tried to lift her arm to rub her face, new pain shot through it and she almost cried aloud. Something was nagging her in the back of her mind....oh no, not that hobbit again...
Bam!
the vision hit the still weak sorceress so hard that this time she did cry out. Without being able to resist, she was jerked away, as Elenna was left staring in puzzlementat the space on the horse where she had been.
Landing hard in the mud, Aman shook her head and looked around groggily. Outside a camp, but which one? She heard sounds of fighting from the other side of a tent.
"Right,off I go, sort EVERYTHING out-" she stopped as a rather wobbly blade was held in front of her. A halfling stood, looking badly shaken and even more paranoid.Amanaduial looked at the hobbit furiously.
She was tired.
The blood had dried all over her.
As Elenna had guessed her mind was scarred-she was trying desperatlely not to think of the terrible carnage on that battlefield...the archer who had been next to her lying over her...dead...
And now a HOBBIT was THREATENING her!
Forcing down her temper for their safety, Amanaduial stepped towards the hobbit so they were almost nose to nose.
"Listen Rosa, and yes I do know your name, Im tired Im hungry, I have just fought in a battle you cannot even imagine and-" Intaking her breath sharply she clutched at her arm again. Just what was needed. A witch with a broken arm.
The noises from around the corner became louder and Amanaduial could just hear voices, distinguishing one as elven. Whisering a spell of protection on all the elves of Rivendell, not knowing what was happening to them, Aman took the little hobbit by the hand.
"Right Rosa, it looks like its Amanaduial to the rescue-again-so off we go!"
Taking a deep breath she stepped into the tent, though she stopped sharp as she saw the tall figure therein. Now she was not just a name.
"Siluialwen." She breathed. The elf spun to face her, a malicious grin on her face.
"No- Thraktburz. The bringer of darkness!" She hissed with evil glee.

[Rosa_Baggins]

As Rosa stood behind the tree a
noise fluttered behind her and an Elf was
standing before her with a tired look on her
face as she clasped her arm painfully.
Rosa teld her short sword to her neck as her tired face turned into an annoyed look and Rosa gulped loudly.
"Listen Rosa, and yes I do know your
name, Im tired Im hungry, I have just
fought in a battle you cannot even
imagine and-"she was cut offby what Rosa
could see as a wound on her arm with blood
flowing freely down to her hands dripping off her long nimble fingers.
Rosa's face was of awe as she listened to the Elf speak of her name and a battle
"How could she know my name and what battle was this??I had never heard of such a battle!!"Rosa thought bowing her head and Lowering her short sword fom her neck.
The noises from around the camp increased and the Elf took her hand and lead her to the tent in which the Evil Elf that brought Rosa here was.
"Right Rosa, it looks like its Amanaduial to the rescue-again-so off we go!"
She pulled her into the tent to much of the struggle of the poor hobbit but it was to late theywhere already inside.

[Shadow_Staar]

The magic she had sought was now her's as her body and eyes glowed black. The magic coursed thru her vains. And just as quickly as it had started it stopped. She opened her eyes, and smiled at herself. She was going to rest a moment, but she noticed a horse and two riders below her tree. She jumped down, her black cloak and white flowing behind her. She landed gracefully, and looked the female in the eyes before she smiled.
"Ellena, it has been too long, how are you fairing in these dangerous time?"
"Ala, im fairing well and yourself?"
"I just summoned my magics to me, so i now i am fully prepared for what is to come. Glorfindel, you seem hurt, what happened?" She never liked the Elf much, and the feeling was mutual, but as he was Ellena's love she would show some kindness towards him.
"I was wounded in battle." He stated bluntly.
"Oh, how sorry i am to hear that." She said with a bit of sarcasm.
"I'm sure you are." He replyed with the same.
"Alright, were Galadriel, i need to speek with her." Ellena said. She knew the two would be at each others throats in a matter of seconds.
"Follow me, I will take you to her, but he stays." She cast a mean glance to Glorfindel, and Ellena followed.
"I'll be back, go find somewhere to rest." And with that Ellena and Alateriel left to find the Queen of Lorien.

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Not Siluialwen-thrakatburz. Bringer of darkness."
Amanaduial and Rosa stood at the side of the tent. Rosa was riveted with fear, realising that she could have made a very bad mistake following this elf.
"You didnt think to tell me that SHE was in here?"Amanaduial leant slightly to whisper through gritted teeth to Rosa.
"I tried remember!That was what I was saying!"Rosa's small scared voice floated up to Aman, edged with fear. Thrakatburz, who had been watching them with a look of slight twisted amusement, suddenly bent down to the terrified hobbit,making her form a middle aged cheerful looking hobbit. Rosa gasped, speechless.Aman rubbed her aching head and made a half hearted attempt to get back Elrond by peaceful means....?
"Siluialwen,please,I dont mean to hurt you-"
"Its Thrakatburz!"She stepped forward angrily. Looking at Amanaduial with almost pity, she snorted."Like you could even touch me. All you are is the elves toy witch!" Amanaduial clenched her fists as the insult bit deep. At last losing her temper Amanaduial foolishly struck out with her broken arm, hoping to knock the taller elves confident look off her face with its dead weight.Thrakatburzs hand shot forward like lightening, catching Amans wrist and squeezing like a vice. Amanaduial cried out.
"ah, not even a proper toy, a broken toy witch-"She leapt back suddenly holding her hand as a burning pain shot through her hand, making it twitch, letting go off Amans wrist.
"Ok child, if a duel of sorcery is what you want, a duel is what youll get!"She snarled angrily, her eyes darkening.

[ May 10, 2002: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]

[Cimmerian]

Azruk rode out alone on Azalel, thundering around the borders of the city walls. He had no word yet of Narcis and Sokursh and he felt like he should be investgating matters personally. There was also no word from Thrakatburz.

He pondered upon these thoughts as Azalel raced on towards the abandoned Orc camp, a mile off the Bruinen. The bodies of Elf and Orc now a decaying feast for the carrion fowls and varg, lay covering the landscape.

He knew Elenna had survived and escaped and he was wary of her riding off to get reinforcements. It would be wise for him to do the same. As he approached the camp, he caught the scent of fear and fresh elfblood, reining Azalel around he headed straight for it's source.

It appeared to be coming form the seemingly abandoned tent of Thrakatburz. As he neared he also felt the presence of another... the elfwitch sorceress.... "How many lives does that one have" He snarled and kicked Azalel into high gear.

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz smiled as she watched the orcs bind Keldin. Finally, she would have her revenge for long years of suffering. The rage and hate that had been growing inside her for four millenia burned with a new strength. Soon, Keldin would be writhing in pain and Thrakatburz knew she needed just a little more time with Elrond before he would tell her where he had hidden the ring of water. Then Sauron would reward her greatly, and she would no longer have to comply to the will of Azruk.

There was a commotion outside the tent and Thrakatburz saw Narcis push his his way through the crowd of orcs she had called. She swore under her breath. If Narcis discovered Elrond, she knew he would report all that he knew to Azruk straight away and despite her feminine charms, there would be no escape.

"Great Archer, I have your rival bound and trussed up like game foul, torture him at your leisure." She said, pressing herself against Narcis, breathing in the scent of death and battle, allowing the blood to soak into her black dress.

"No! I will fight him like a warrior, let him be free and choose his weapon." Thrakatburz could barely contain her rage at this response from Narcis. Keldin must not be allowed to live, and he must not be alowed to die a hero's death in battle, he must die slowly, painfully, he must die in despair, as she had been forced to live.

" You dare question my authority." she asked, her voice full of hatred, she tried to cover up her fear. Her plans to move Elrond had been shattered, and she feared now that she might never discover the hiding place of his ring of power.
"I do, wench, with the approval of Azruk, for he has granted me leave over what I wish to have done of Keldin, and none shall have a say in it." Thrakatburz snarled. she was not yet strong enough to question the authority of Azruk. She would have to wait, but she knew that her time would come and she would be able to punish this impudent uruk later. For now, she let Keldin be untied and led outside.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa stood still not moveing as the darkened elf stood over her looking down on her in a pittyfull way and Rosa backed away in horror.
She was no coward but a hobbit verses an elf....there was no hope in the matter for rosa for she dared no attack an Elf of anysort.
The two Elves shouted at each other but Rosa didnt listen she was to busy finding a away out but her thoughts where in vein when see heared the evil Elf-witch say
"Ok child, if a duel of sorcery is what you want, a duel is what you'll get!"

[Nevtalathiel]

The orcs had soon dispersed , wanting to watch the fight between Narcis and Keldin, but Thrakatburz knew that it was not yet safe to try and move Elrond. There were still too many orcs around, judging by the numbers, the battle at the Fords of the Bruinen was now over and the oforces of Ssuron were victorious, but Azruk was no where to be seen, a fact which for the moment left Thrakatburz feeling relieved.

The flap of the tent was lifted, and for a split-second, Thrakatburz thought Azruk had returned from battle, but instead, there stood an elf, looking tired and almost defeated. Standing slightly behind her and lookig reluctant and scared was the halfling. The elf spoke, her voice trembling slightly.
"Siluialwen,please,I dont mean to hurt you-" Thrakatburz winced slightly at the use of her old name. No one called her that any more and the name stirred up pain and hate inside her.
"Its Thrakatburz!" She spat, interupting the elf, "Like you could even touch me. All you are is the elves toy witch!" She saw the words have their desired affect as anger flared up in the elf's eyes. She raised her arm, but Thrakatburz caught it easily and felt the break straight away. She squeezed the elf's arm tight, watching her bite her lip to prevent herself from crying out. tears began to appear at the corner of the elf's eyes. Thrakatburz's laugh was cut short by searing pain which ran through her hand and arm, causing her to release her grip and take a step backwards.
"Ok child, if a duel of sorcery is what you want, a duel is what you'll get!"

Advancing rapidly, Thraktburz could hear the hoofbeats of Azalel, Azruk's black stead. She swallowed and tried to remain calm, but all she could hear was the appraoching hoofbeats and the pounding of her heart.

[Cimmerian]

Azalel thundered into full view of Thrakatburz's tent and Azruk could hear high pitched voices now. One was clearly of Thrakatburz herself and the other...but his thoughts stopped short as he picked up another scent, vaguely familiar but not of much importance.

The great black demon-steed barged into the Dark Witch's tent and both the occupants turned to look into Azruk's blood-red eyes. They screamed in reflex and stood as if frozen. Azruk dismounted with a loud thud and stood towering over the two women, his eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring. Azalel neighed and ran off, knowing what his master's wrath was capable of.

But Azruk threw back his head and guffawed loudly. Turning to Thrakatburz, he said,"Why do you waste time with this beaten elf, we are victorious. You should be rejoicing with us at the halls of Rivendell."

To this Thrakatburz smiled and beat her eyelashes at the mighty Uruk, trying hard not to betray her fears of the plans she had intended.

The Uruk turned to the heavily breathing Aman, "You have survived, that is commendable yet you prolong your agony. I have no more time to waste on you as matters more pressing take my mind. I leave her in your loving care, sweet Thrakatburz." He said to the evil woman, a yellow toothed grin flashing across his blood stained face.

As he stepped out of the tent, he noticed a small huddled figure hiding behind some rocks near the tent. He reached out and siezed the small, squat and furry creature.

"A halfling?" he said amused, as the hobbit wriggled and whimpered. "What did Lord Sauron say about a halfling, I cannot remember", growlred Azruk, "Bah, I have no time for such musings, I will secure this creature at Rivendell for later use and seek reinforements to fortify the citadel for even as I speak here, Elenna gathers forces to oust me from Rivendell".

[Amanaduial the archer]

As Azruk went left the tent Aman took advantage of the distraction. She yells the first word that came into her head at the dark sorceress.
"Pelekta yassen runya!"A stream of fire shoots out of her hand towards Thrakatburz. Thrakatburz, caught unaware, ducks as it shoots over her head, and responds with a complete wave of flame. "You see Amanaduial!"She shouts as Aman hastily counters the flames."Anything you can do, I can excel you at!"She laughs wildly, tossing her hair back. The she watches through the flames with interest the changes coming on her opponent.
Amans eyes have gone entirely black, but shine with silver light set in her now completely white face. Her red hair swishes about her shoulders like living flame. She held up her good hand in a sort of bowl and the spirits she was summoning flowed around it with a silver aura. Thrakatburz smiled darkly.
"Now this is more like it..."she said to herself as she prepared herself...

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa jumped up and run behind a few stones as the sound of hoofbeats reached her ears.
After a few seconds a Black steed galloped by and stopped right infront of her with a rider that looked like an orc jumped off his red eyes glareing at the tent with the 2 Elves inside.
He walked with heavey footsteps towards the tent and leafted the flap and smiled an evl glare at what he saw.He went inside and Rosa ran with little foot steps to a hiding place next the the tent.
"What have i got myself into now!!"She thought hiding hersef behind the stones there for cover.
There was talking from inside and then the orc-like-creature looked Rosas way and she ducked under the under growth but the orc-like-creature spotted her and grinned.He reached out and siezed Rosa by the jacket an teld her up to take a good look at her.

"A halfling?" he said amused at her
"What did Lord Sauron say about a halfling, I cannot remember", he growled
"Bah, I have no time for such musings, I will secure this creature at Rivendell for later use and seek reinforements to fortify the citadel for even as I speak here, Elenna gathers forces to oust me from Rivendell".
And with that he took Rosa under his arm and carried her off somewhere that Rosa ddnt know. She was terrifed for her life.

[Nevtalathiel]

The hoofbeats Thrakatburz had heard were upon them, and Azruk's stead thundered into the tent. The great uruk leapt down, with a clatter of armour and the horse reared and bolted. Thrakatburz breathed heavily, aware how close her treachery was to being discovered. She was ready to fight if Azruk found her hostage, she had no chance of defeating the strong heavily-built warrior, but she would be able to inflict some painful wounds. For a moment Azruk said nothing, and her hand tightened its grip around the ruby-studded handle of her short, razor sharp dagger which hung at her waist.
But Azruk made no move towards Elrond's hiding place, instead he laughed. "Why do you waste time with this beaten elf, we are victorious. You should be rejoicing with us at the halls of Rivendell." he guffawed, unable to contain his amusement, but in his hilarity failing to notice Thrakatburz's relief. She smiled enticingly and batted her eyelids at him.
Azruk turned to downtrodden elf, "You have survived, that is commendable yet you prolong your agony. I have no more time to waste on you as matters more pressing take my mind. I leave her in your loving care, sweet Thrakatburz." He smiled, his satisfaction complete and his bulk retreated out of the tent.

Thrakatburz was just about to return her attention to Aman, when a stream of fire shot from the elf's hands. Thrakatburz ducked and without any effort, surrounded the elf with a complete wall of flame. "You see Amanaduial! Anything you can do, I can excel you at! The force of the Dark Lord flows through me, I can defeat you with ease!" A wind was whipped up around Thrakatburz, her dark brown hair blew and the rubies at her neck and on her fingers glowed with a new malice. Her dagger seemed to be lit as from within by a strength and spite all of its own.

[Cimmerian]

The great black stallion rode hard and fast toward Rivendell, his long dark mane blowing wildly behind. Azruk now content to leave Thrakatburz to her little games, rode on. His captive, a little female hobbit, was placed in front of the saddle, face down on her stomach. The frightened little creature held on to Azalel's flowing mane tightly as the rough ride almost certainly gave cause for her to throw up the only meal she had all day. But she held on for dear life.

Rivendell was a mile away, a minute or so at the Stallions great pace. Azruk wondered where Narcis was and what had happened to Keldin.

He would have to send his trusted lackeys to get reinforcements from Mordor. The gates of the citadel within view, the great uruk spurred his horse on, as the captive hobbit gave into unconcious bliss.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa was slung onto the black steed swiftly with her stomach placed on the black leather saddle.
When the orc creature slung meself on the saddle behind Rosa and the horse spead off towards Rivendell.Rosa of course hated rideing thats why she traveled here on foot.
After an hour on tolding on for dear life and nearly throwing up her last meal (with Rosa couldnt remember haveing in a long time) they at last came to the great metal gates of the Elven Valley Rivendell now host to the evil beings of Isengard and Mordor.
To Orcs opened the Iron gates and after that Rosa's world went black.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial tried to hide her panic at her enemys new appearance. Putting in a brave front she summoned air elementals and threw them at Thrakatburz. Using a tactic she had found often put her enemies off, she changed the subject from their duel, speaking as if they were just friends.Adopting a casual tone she spoke as loud as she could over the noise without shouting.
"So Siluialwen" The name caused Thrakatburz to snarl, but through the fire and swirling atmosphere, Amanaduial saw the flash of pain of an old memory through her eyes. "Is treachery your greatest weakness or are there others?"
Thrakatburz laughed."It is no weakness fool! Cunning is a advantage. I HAVE NO WEAKNESS!"The brave words flew towards Amanaduial, but sounded like she was trying to convince herself as well.
"No memories...?"
"I have no need to justify myself to you!"
Amanaduial swallowed hard.This was what she had been working up to, the only plan that could possibly work in a situation against such an experienced sorceress. Taking a deep breath she tried to speak confidently.
"Then...then maybe you wont mund me looking into your mind to see your memories?" This was an offer that would dishonour Thrakatburz if she refused. Maybe Amanaduial could find something to weaken her further deeper in her enemy.
Thrakatburz stopped attacking as she thought. She probably knew this was Amans last resource. But what in her mind could possibly weaken her?It was the past!But there was that scene....Thrakatburz shook her head. The weak elven witch would never get that far into her mind. Stepping towards Aman she spoke quietly.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Of..of course, its only fair.."
"And it will work both ways?I will see into your mind as well?" Aman hesitated. She too remembered one scene, a haunting scene she tried and failed so often to forget.
"Yes."
They knelt in front of each other as they prepared the time honoured ritual.
"My mind I open-"
"My mind I open-"
"You step into my world-"
"As I step into yours-"
"No sudden defences-"
"No sudden attacks-"
"Find what you may-"
"As you enter my mind."The two witches pressed together their foreheads and pressed their palms together, both so different, but both terrified lest the other found their most dreaded scene, enemies but with attack on hold, respecting the ritual for all their diferences.
"Your last chance."Amanaduial thought to herself as she relaxed and felt herself enter a new world. Siluialwens world...

[Elenna]

Elenna sat on a platform high in a Mallorn tree. Outwardly, she was at peace, but her heart burned.
"I ran away from Azruk again. Seven hundred years of warrior training and a decade of hunting yrch made no difference. I ran from him, afraid again. And I allowed him to conquer Rivendell! Elrond trusted me, and I failed. I am a coward, good for nothing but to marry and sit at home, waiting for my husband to return and embroider some thrice-cursed blankets!"
"Hmmmm. Embroidery, eh? You can't embroider worth anything. Remember that tablecloth you tried to make that you ended up cutting into strips and throwing them in the river? Plus, I consider embroidery a waste of time. And a coward? There is no shame in being defeated and escaping, as long as you return. Don't lose your nerve, Elenna. I want to see Azruk's face when he dies on Lalaith's point." Glorfindel commented dryly from behind her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on. Galadriel is waiting."

[ May 13, 2002: Message edited by: Elenna ]

[Elenna]

Elenna shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Why do people wearthese things?" she thought. Before going to meet Galadriel, she had gone back to her room to change. Instead of the tunic and leggings she was accustomed to wearing, she had found a gown laid out. It was midnight blue, winking with silver embroidery. A very pretty gown, but impractical in Elenna's mind. Suddenly, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Whirling around, she saw Glorfindel and Tiri. They were both dressed up also, Tiri in a black lacy gown and Glorfindel in white embroidered with gold. When Tiri saw Elenna, she smothered a smile. Ever since they had met, Elenna Starsong had been notorious for her avoidance of wearing gowns. Glorfindel looked stricken. His jaw dropped.
"Is it that bad?" Elenna's worst fears about her appearance resurfaced.
"No, not bad at all! Do you think they'd let you take that back to Rivendell when we go?"
Before Elenna could respond, a white light filled the room. The Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood entered the chamber.

[Cimmerian]

Azruk stormed into the house of Elrond, roughly tossing the unconcious Hobbit onto the linen covered floor. The small hobbit fell with a soft thud and moaned. She was awakened by the pain and her blurry eyes could make out the heavy feet of the Hulking Uruk as he walked away.

"You.... Murhks," he yelled out at the terrified Orc,"Keep that little halfling in your custody, see that she is kept barely alive, I leave for Mordor now to seek audience with Sauron, do not give me reason to strip your hide off your back, fool."

Murhks who was once one of Azruk's counsellor now reduce to being a kitchen lackey looked at the halfling and grumbled under his breath.
Another stray in this war torn hell and on his watch.... how he wished for the days when he would be roaming the plains and hills of Mordor.

Azruk summoned Ornahk and left him in charge of Rivendell, since Narcis was no where to be seen and assumed dead. He rode out with Deshnok toward Mordor.

Rivendell now lies conquered, ravaged and abandoned. The Night grows dark and cold, the elves fear the worst.

[Amanaduial the archer]

"You cant do this. Cant you see how strong she is? You are weak beside her!Give up now..." Amanaduial heard the voices coming out of her mind, her own thoughts against her until she realised they were planted by Thrakatburz. As soon as she realised Thrakatburz gave a small laugh and spoke tauntingly again into her mind. "Oh come on child, I have nothing against playing games with you all day, but youre now even trying!"
Pushing back her anger Aman stepped uneasily into Thrakatburzs mind. She had never been an expert at the mind duels, having no real training, and to have to do it in a game of life and death...

She felt teh strangely unnerving sensation as Thrakatburz stepped into her mind as well, pushing through recklessly. Aman tried not to think to deeply about Thrakatburz and the dark cruel world that had been created in her mind- instead she pushed forward to find the calmer place that held true memories, the place that would hold her weakness no doubt....the place of the forgotten Siluialwen...

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa felt at ease and safe as she was unconcious breathing silenty and deeply though her small mouth.
But all good things must end and Rosa awoke to a great pain and her Eyes snapped open to see there she was now.
As she woke she saw Black Uruk feet slumbled along the hallways and there Red eyes glareing at The hobbit as though they wanted to kill her here an then.A chill ran down Rosa's Spine as she got up and shuffed ersel into a corner watching the evil faces of the creatures as they passed.

[Manelwen]

It wasn't his strong point, and Narcis knew it; so did Thrakatburtz. He was tall and strong but his speed wasn't quite up to par with the orc. It didn't matter he would win anyways.

The orc charged just as the bindings were taken from his wrists. He had time to reach out and lean down over the orc as his shoulder connected with Keldin's stomach. The air was pushed from his stomach, and he grunted as he grabbed the orc's belt and tossed him like garbage over his shoulder, to land ungracefully in the mud; but when was an orc graceful?

With a rueful smile, Keldin pushed the orc's face into the mud with the heel of his boot. Narcis' foot whipped out and swiped his feet from under him. Keldin landed and quicker than he could blink, the orc was sitting on his stomach, driving his big fist into his face. He bit back a cry as the fist crushed his nose, and blinking through the pain, reached his hands up and slapped the palms of his hands against his ears hard enough to burst his ear drums. The orc let out a blood-curdling scream and grabbed his head, the blood trickling from his torn, pointed ears.

Gaining the upper hand, the large elf quickly rolled, pinning the orc under him. Grabbing his hands, Keldin pinned them under his knees so his hands would be free and grabbed a fist full of his greasy hair. He drove Narcis’ head into the soft ground, all though it would do little damage. Balling his fist, he brought it back and drove it into his skull with all his might and power. The foul creature grunted on contact but went limp as Keldin’s fist connected and crushed his face like the mud that surrounded them.

Keldin stood to his full height, the crowd was silent as the bloodied elf slowly stalked towards the tent. He burst in, to see Thrakatburtz sitting in a chair, facing a battered wraith that resembled a human; it was Elrond. “Die.” He growled before he ran forward, raising his fist over his head to strike the witch. With a simple flick of her wrist, he flew through the air, as if he had been hit by some unknown force, he landed against a large pole in the center, where he had left Narcis’ body. He slumped down, dazed and winded to see the dark elf walk towards him, her face a mask of rage and hate that was liberated from the cage of her self-discipline. “Die.” He muttered again before he let go of his tight grasp on reality and fell into the black, cold and unpleasant void of unconsciousness.

“Tie him to that pole and let the carrion fowl pick his eyes out.” She snarled her orders to a by-standing troupe of orcs that stood, wide-eyed, and shaking with fear.


This is a little off of the timeline of the story, but I have been busy and unable to come to see what is going on...sorry...

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala stood on the left side of Elenna, with Glorfindale on the right, the light filled the room, and Ala had to look slightly away. She heard a voice in her head, and instantly knew who's it was.
"Alateriel Darkstar, you seem troubled. Ah, I see you have called forth your magic, that is why you are troubled, you fear you might use it for evil, like your past generations. But fear not, just trust in yourself..." Ala turned her eyes from the Queen, and looked at the ground.
*How weird, she knows my thoughts...* She turned to Elenna next, and wondered what the Queen saw, and said, but she would have to guess by the look on her face, like none Ala had ever seen on her friends face...

[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel and Fea ride to Lothlorien. Haldir is at the gate.

"What brings you to Lorien?" He said.

"Haldir, We are the grandaughters of the Queen. We need to see Galadriel.I am Celebmundoiel, Daughter of Elros. This is Feaelenawen, Daughter of Elrond. Two of our warriors should already be here. Are they?" Celebmundoiel asked.

"Oh! Yes! I remember! They are seeing Her Majesty right now! Hurry!"Haldir finished,"I didn't regconize you two at first. From the last time we saw you, you have grown greatly. A maid will find you both gowns. We need to replace those blood-filled rags. The Queen is waiting.Go..."

The cousins saw thier gowns. Fëaelenawen's gown was dark green. It had a halo-type headband that slipped over her forehead. A black jewel rest there.
Celebmundoiel's dress was light blue. A feather was on a clip to slip into her hair.

[ May 16, 2002: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]

[Elenna]

Elenna heard the voice of the Lady in her head even before she saw her. "Welcome, warrior-maid. Why have you come to my land? You bring trouble with you."
"I came because Rivendell has been conquered. I need reinforcements." Elenna felt the Lady's deep blue eyes boring into her own, searching for weakness, sizing her up.
"Is that really why you came?"
"Yes, milady"
"You are not telling me the truth, Elenna Starsong. Not lying, but not speaking truth. Could it be that you do not yet know what is truth? Come with me. Look into my mirror." Elenna shivered. There were many strange tales about the Mirror of Galadriel, and what had happened to those who dared to gaze in, but the power of the voice overcame her. She meekly followed Galadriel out of the chamber and down the great staircase until they reached a small clearing in the forest. A fountain was trickling into a stone basin, across from an intricately carved pedestal upon which lay the Mirror.
"Fill up the pitcher, you who would look into my Mirror." Elenna saw two pitchers next to her hand. One was made of a metal that shone brightly as the sun, set with many rubies. The other was plain, made of what looked like tin, dented on the side. Elenna picked up the dented one and filled it with water from the fountain.
"An interesting choice, warrior-maid. Why did you not pick the jeweled one? It could help you to see."
"I need no help."
"Indeed, you prefer to do everything on your own. You even refuse swords that come with their own legend or spell. If you are to succeed on your mission, you must learn to accept help. Now look."
Elenna poured the water into the bowl and looked in. The first face she saw was that of her sister, Lalaith. She was running down a forest path, chasing a butterfly, laughing. Her red-brown hair streamed behind as she ran. Then, the water shifted. Suddenly, Lalaith was kneeling on the ground, screaming. She was bruised, bloody, and horribly mutilated.
"Elenna! Help me!" she cried, and ten years later, her sister wept, her tears distorting the image in the mirror. Now she saw Lalaith lying on the ground, her throat cut. She saw the horrible black form of Azruk looming over Elenna on the ground, a bloody knife in his hand. She heard her own voice screaming and the scar on her arm throbbed horribly.
"Stop this!" Elenna pushed herself away from the basin. "Why do I have to relive this? It is cruel! I have sworn revenge for my sister's torture. Your foolish little mirror can't change that."
"Look again, Elenna. I do not control the mirror. It shows what you need to see."
Elenna looked in again, and this time it was herself she saw, circling around with her sword in her hand. Across from her strode Azruk, also carrying a sword, a fierce grin on his face. They exchanged a few parries, and it was obvious that their skills were both great. Then, as they backed off, he held up his hand. A massive Uruk seized Glorfindel, Elenna's perfect golden warrior that she had been in love with for seven hundred years, and stabbed him over and over with a terrible black knife. One more time the water shifted, and Elenna saw a skeleton, bleached white with wind and weather, with only one strand of golden hair still attached to the grinning skull.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Elenna screamed, and then she fainted. Galadriel caught her and laid her down on the soft green grass. Her hard blue gaze shifted. "I wish it didn't have to happen this way, but she can still change it, if she has the courage." the Lady whispered to herself as she went back to where Glorfindel and Tiri were waiting.

[Manelwen]

OOC.This is Keldin speaking with his wife while he is unconscious. The parts in Italics below is Keldin speaking...
----
You cannot give up my love. You cannot. Our daughters are still out there, and everyone needs you. You must live, do not let this take you down, you are still not destined for Mandos' halls. Please, my love. Awake.

I know that you are tired, and that all you seek is rest from your life; but it will come soon enough. I promise you this. You must wake and throw down the evil Thrakatburtz before she alters that tapestries of fate and time. She was an unforseen force in the making of Varda's veil.

But I just want to be with you, the others can take care of her...there are many more that are capable of killing Thrakatburtz.

If you kill Thrakatburtz, what will happen to Siluailwen? Does she have the right to die? She is an angry mother that wishes to avenge the death of her son, Thrakatburtz is feeding from that energy. Love, please do not give up on her.

I cannot. It is not my right to say what I should do, and what I should not.

If our daughters were killed, I would do the same thing. I would seek out those who killed my precious children and put them to death.

But it was I that killed him!

It was not, it was something more. It was Melkor.

I don't understand, the Javelin flew from my fingertips and struck the boy down.

No it was not. Look harder, look to the most secret, darkest places in your heart, and you will find out who killed him.

--dream--

It was hot out and I could feel the sweat drenching the tunic under my armor. The smell of rot was wafting from a field far off that had just been the site to a major battle where many had died.

I emerged from the shadows, tired and my heart was heavier than the sword at my side. I wanted to go home to my family; to Mellome, my wife, who had just delivered a healthy set of twins.

"No! Please don't do this!" I immediatly recognized the voice as Siluailwen's, but the darker voice was that of my father's and it scared me because I never heard him speak in such a manor before.

"I will not accept a bastard child into my family. He is not my grandson, my sons would never betray me; least of all Elatar." The elf growled, looking distastefully at her, as I rounded the corner.

Siluailwen's cries went unheeded as my father slowly withdrew his dagger from its rightful place at his side. All sense in my head escaped and lodged itself in a tight ball in my throat, stopping any power of word from going passed my lips.

I stood silently, helpless to stop the dagger as it plunged into the squirming bundle of cloth that was a babe. It screamed. Oh goddess, I remember that scream. It haunted me and left me with a worse scar then the one that is now down my face.

I did nothing to stop it.

I did nothing to stop her from running into the deadly wilderness of Mordor.

He, my father, had killed the child. I did not.

[Cimmerian]

Azruk stood tall and proud before The Dark Lord and recounted his deeds and achievements. Sauron was pleased with the work of his Uruk warlord and readlily granted him another legion of deadly uruk warriors.

With this new addition to his forces the Uruk warlord rode back toward Rivendell. In all his pompous arrogance and extended ego trip, he had forgotten about the hobbit captive and of what importance their kind was to Sauron.

Nevertheless, the uruk army was prepared for a counter attack.

[Shadow_Staar]

The Lady walked backed in, alone. The two had been quarreling over something stupid, as usual. They stopped when she walked in.
"Milady, where is Elenna?" Ala asked.
"She is in my garden."
"Can I go to her, I need to discuss battle plans." Ala asked again.
"You may. But you alone Alateriel Darkstar, I need to speak with Glorfindal." Ala nodded, and walked quietly into the garden were she saw Elenna laying on the green grass. She walked over to her, and touched her head. Her eyes opened, and Ala smilled at her, a real genuine smile.
"Whats wrong, you seem troubled."
"You would be too if you saw what I saw." Ala noticed that she was holding her scarred arm.
"Ah, you saw her death didnt you?" Ala sat down next to her, and put an arm around her, she knew what it was like to lose a sibling.
"Not only hers, but my loves."
"He doesnt have to die, you can change our future, who knows, you may even settle down and marry the elf, and mabey even learn to sew." She laughed a bit, and brought a smile to Elenna's face. "C'mon lets go."

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa sat silently in the corner in some room that once was beautyfull but now the room seemed to have been ransacked and coloured pieces of broken glass where strune around.
Her hands had been tided behind her back, her legs where tided and he mouth was gagged with dirty rag.
It was night in Rivendell and the pale moonlight streamed though the broke window and the stars glimmred in the blackened sky above.
Rosa's hands where bleeding from the broken glass and her pale skin was black with bruses and small cuts.
she shuffed to the window where big piece of glass lay.She sat there trying to cut the ropes with the glass and managed to cut her leg bindings.
"Yes!" She thought getting up to her weak legs.She swayed alittle while she stumbled over to the balconey.

[Rosa_Baggins]

A crystal tear rolled down her face as she looked down to the ground.The ground was at least 6 stories up and the jump would surely kill her.
Instead she edvanced on the light wood door and opened it.She was surprised that it was open but thought noting of it as she ran down the light marble hallways.

[Amanaduial the archer]

OCC: The parts in italics are the witches speaking into each others minds or the memories

Digging deeper and deeper, Amanaduial tried to do as she had been instructed to; to seperate a part of her mind to search in the mind of Thrakatburz, but she was getting to involved. She saw horrible deeds done by thrakatburz, but also realised that Thrakatburz had put in deeds of others that she had heard, moving images, as if to block the witch from finding what she looked for. In horror she pushed onwards still and felt Thrakatburz doing the same. Then she came to one on Azruks tales and she stopped searching, frozen in horror.

A young elf lay, horribly mutilated, her throat cut, blood trickling still warm down her ragged clothes. Beside her knelt an elf, tears falling down from behing a layer of hair. Despite herself, Aman wanted to see who the elf was. As Azruk came into the scene, the elf turned and Aman saw Elenna. She tried to get ut of the scene but she had to watch as the image changed and Azruk carved his name in her friends arm as she knelt bleeding at his feet.She heard a harsh laugh from Thrakatburz as she tore herself away from the scene.

"You think that is bad? You have not experienced the pain of someone close to you killed in front of your eyes!"
"Do not be so sure..."Aman tried to hide the scene, kowing if she thought of it Thrakatburz would find it immediately, but the pain had remained so fresh in her mind that it rose immediately. Thrakatburz dived on it, opening it before both their eyes.

The huts burned, people screaming inside them from the cages the attackers had constucted, trapped. In the tall hut at the head of the village beams snapped and crashed down, crushing the elven lords wife as she ran with a young child in her arms. The child, Amanaduial,just able to walk, rolled away and was trapped under a metal cot. She saw a dark figure stride past, her face and slender figure hidden by a cloak. The figure paused by Amanaduial and over the din she laughed mirthlessly, leaving the child in view of where her family were being burned alive. The childs hands bled as she scratched at the metal bars, her throat raw with shouting to them, her lungs burning with the smoke. Her big sister looked through the bars of the cage at her with such disappoinment before she too died. The screams disappeared and the child lay, curled in foetal position, tears running down her grey cheeks...

Amanaduial let the present tears roll down her face as the scene was painfully replayed in front of her. Silence reigned between the witches all except a small moan from Aman as she remebered those flames, the screams...and the look on Elwinwarins face....
Still the other sorceress said nothing; not the laugh, the scorn, the contempt Aman expected. Instead just silence. Through that Aman felt the pain, the terror and the living nightmare of another mind...the mind of Siluialwen. As she floated through Siluialwens memories, Thrakatburz did not stop her, until she got to the center of the memories...the memory that had destroyed Siluialwen....

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[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz pressed herself into the mind of her adversary, meanwgile closing and locking all the doors of her own memory. She felt Aman's current emotions; anticipation edged with fear, she was unsure of herself. Keeping part of herself focused on aman's emotions, Thrakatburz pushed deeper into the elf's mind, vaguely aware of what the other elf saw inside her own clod consciousness. the elf wasnervous and sensing this made Thrakatburz stronger, barricading the fortress of her memories, she was sure of her own superiority. She explored Aman's memories of the battle, felt the thud of arrows and rejoiced to remind the elf of the pain of her wounds, an enjoyable distaction to de-moralise her opponent.
Thrakatburz showed Aman scenes from the lives of others, knowing that she could remind Aman of her own painful memories this way, bringing them to the front of her awareness, allowing them to be easily viewed without the need for a tiring and thorough search of Aman's catalogue of memories. She saw the vision as Aman had seen it, the death of her family and something was stirred inside her, the remnant of a spirit Thrakatburz had thought was long dead. Somewhere deep inside, Siluailwen moved. She felt pain, guilt and terror and Thrakatburz had to momentarliy divert her mental resources to subdue the elf. While this internal struggle was taking place, Aman burrowed deeper, watching the memories of Siluailwen, getting closer to what she wanted to see, and though Thrakatburz could control her own thoughts, Siluailwen willed Aman to look further and deeper into her being.

[Rosa_Baggins]

As Rosa ran light footed down the hallways she found herself in the Elven kitchens and a smile spead across her small face as tshe opened the cupboard doors.
They where full of a bread of some sort ad fruit and all different kinds of other foods.
She thought she was in heaven and she scrambled some of the food in her pockets and ran again light footed down to her room again.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa and Celebmundoiel walk towards the place where Haldir told them to meet Galadriel.

"I grew up here. I know this place like the back of my hand I-"

Fëaelenawen broke in, "Elenna! There you are! I know you sent eagles for us, but I told them I would ride here! Do you have any new soldiers or battle plans?"

"No. I have no new plans. I looked in your Grandmother's Mirror. I showed my sisters death. It also showed the death of Glorfindel, my love."

"You can change the future.Fëa thinks so."Fëa nodded.

"You said the same thing Ala did. It is not easy to get these horifing images out of my head. You do not understand." Elenna slowly said.

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[ArwenBaggins]

While they are setting in the garden, the Elves were talking of warriors.

"We are outnumbered. This army is going to loose and the world will come to darkness." Celebmundoiel said.

"We cannot think that way. We will pull through. We need to rest. We are safe in Lothlorien." Elenna answered. Fëa and Ala were allready asleep.

[Cimmerian]

Sokursh, the cruel and bloodthirsty uruk had followed Celeb and Fae to Lorien, there he bands up with a few stray Orcs and attacks the elves.

Sokursh jumps up and grabs Fae, roughly dragging her away as the orcs rush around screaming wildly.

Fae shrieks and struggles against the evil uruk's strong grip as the others prepare to fight the mangy orcs and goblins.

Celebmundoiel and Haldir line up thier arrows at the Uruks.

The bloodflood pours on.

[Elenna]

Elenna pulled out her sword and rushed at Sokursh. "Shoot the arrows at the rest of them - this one's mine!" she called out as she ran. Sorkush grinned, hefting a large, black bladed spear. Elenna smiled wolfishly back. A long weapon. Fool. She circled around the large Uruk. "Come on, fool. Put the maiden down. I'm plenty of girl for you. Or are you afraid?"
"I will never fear one of your kind." He tossed Fea over his shoulder and rushed at Elenna. She slashed his shoulder with Lalaith and leapt lightly to one side as his spear came down. Again, cut cut cut. First his shoulder, then his thigh, then his forehead. None were serious, but they bled freely. These injuries infuriated the Uruk. He became more and more angry, and his spear thrusts became harder and harder. Elenna was wearing him down, but on he came. He was good, but Elenna had trained with the best, and he was no Azruk. Finally, furious, he threw his spear at her with enough strength to skewer three elves standing in front of each other. Elenna was expecting this and dodged. One of his orcs was not so quick and got the huge spear between the eyes. The other elves kept shooting until soon, Elenna and Sokursh were the only ones still standing. He pulled out a long, evil looking dagger and ran at her, taking her by surprise. She dodged, but her tunic was torn and a long scratch ran down her arm.
"All right, that's enough." she shouted. When he came back for another pass, she gathered the last of her strength and lopped off his head. Turning around, she saw the rest of the Lorien army looking at her in shock. She smiled a little, and strolled nonchalantly back to the city in the trees.
"Come on, everyone! Galadriel will want to hear what happened!"

[Elenna]

"Ow! Stop that!" Elenna pulled away from Tiri, who was brushing her hair.
"Silly me. I thought you could deal with a little pain. Shall I get you some handkerchiefs to embroider, O Soft One?"
"Shut up about the embroidery! I just don't see why I can't wear my hair like I usually do." Generally, Elenna wore her thick chestnut hair tightly braided and wound around her head. Today was one of those rare occasions it hung unbound in waves nearly to her hips.
"Because it isn't every day that the Fellowship of the Ring comes to Lothlorien. You are the commander of Rivendell's army, and therefore must look like more that some filty stablehand. Stop whining and put on your dress!" Tiri gestured at the midnight blue gown laid out on the bed. Tiri was already dressed, her white hair set off by a black silk gown. Elenna looked with disdain at garment she was expected to wear.
"And another thing - why does Galadriel make me wear this sort of thing? It isn't practical. I'm a warrior, not a queen." Elenna ranted as she slipped the silk over her head. "And this dress doesn't have the right kind of sleeves. You can see...my arm" She broke off, not wishing to discuss the name carved on her right arm, nor the long scratch on her left. Suddenly, a knock came at the door. Elenna opened it, and was shocked to see the Lady Galadriel standing before her, a small box in her hand.
"Ah - I chose well. That dress suits you perfectly, Elenna Starsong. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Of course, milady." Elenna opened the door widely, curtsying as the Lady entered. "Milady, about the dress. The sleeves open at the top."
"Yes. So?"
"Well, I have a scar..."
"Yes I know. Azruk carved his name in your arm. I know what you saw in my Mirror. You can't hide from your past anymore, Elenna. You can't defeat your enemy until you accept what happened and grow stronger. Now, I have something for you." Galadriel handed Elenna the box. It was made of Mallorn wood, carved on top with an intricate know, in the center of which was a star. Unfastening the clasp on the front and lifting the lid, Elenna found an intricately twisted circlet, the kind that high ranking elf lords and ladies wore. It was made of a bright silvery metal, and in front a light blue gem in the shape of a teardrop hung.
"My lady, what is the meaning of this?"
"It is for you. It was wrought of mithril. Here." Galadriel took the circlet in her hand and placed it over Elenna's hair.
"But, Lady, it can't be for me. I am no great lady. My parents were of ordinary folk. I do not deserve something like this. I am not extrordinary."
"Not extraordinary, my dear? Lineage has nothing to do with it. You are the commander of an army, the true love of Glorfindel, the savior of my kingdom, and an incredible person in your own right. Wear the circlet with pride. It was made for another, long ago. Luthien Tinuviel. Another very strong maiden. Now, I must go. Our guests will be waiting. Oh, and I believe Glorfindel has something he wants to give you, also." And with that, the Lady swept out of the room, leaving behind her only a slight fragrance of elanor flowers. Elenna turned around slowly to face Tiri. Her friend's mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide.
"Did she just say that was made for Tinuviel? Tiri sounded shocked, almost frightened.
"I think so. What's wrong?"
"There is a legend about the one that will follow Tinuviel. I can't tell you the rest, but you will find out soon enough. SHall we go?" Tiri walked quickly out, followed by a very confused Elenna Starsong.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Tiri and Elenna was stopped by an elf, who seemed rather uncertain. he breathed deeply and explained his situation.

he was Aduchil, the son of Gil-galad, but after the destruction of Lindon he had lived in Rivendell. Unfortunately, he had been away when Rivendell was attacked. He wished to erase his error by helping Elenna. He extended the hilt of his sword and asked:
"I pledge my services to you, mylady. Will you accept it?"

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]

[Rosa_Baggins]

After the 5th trip down to the Elven kitchens Rosa was begining to feel abit sick .All that Elven food does fill you up fast and if you eat much itis likey,for such a small hobbt such as her,to be full of the rest of the week.
Rosa was stumbleing up the hallways carrying a small clear bottle of red liquid in her small palm.
After pushing the great wooden door toclose it she sat down on the once great bed with the Clear glass bottle in one white pale hand.She opened it and the smell of rotting flesh camefrom the red liquid inside.

[ArwenBaggins]

Ooc: Fëa was dressed nicely, which is very rare.

"Celeb,I do not want to wear this dress. It is not me. It is some stuck-up Elven Princess." She was wearing a long light purple dress with no sleeves.
"Well, I guess it is time to wear this..." She pulled out a circlet out of her jacket pocket. It had a dark-blue teardrop shaped gem in the middle.

"Were did you get that? Those are not common hair-peices." Celeb asked.

"My father."

"Well, I like my dress. light-blue is my favorite color... Look! Tiri even left a light-blue feather to put in my hair! By the way,what was it like being dragged around by an uruk? Not that I want to be a orc's toy, I just wanted to know.... " Celeb was puzzled.

"It wasn't comfortable. I was stabbing his leg with my dagger, but his hide was rough. But Elenna's Lalaith injured him. When I came in this room to dress, I had to wash my face because it was covered in Uruk blood." Fëa answered.

A servant of the queen walked in the room. "Fëaelenawen, Celebmundoiel, Your Majesty is waiting."

[Cimmerian]

Azruk gnashed his teeth as he rode into Rivendell, news reached him of certain deaths of Narcis and Sokursh. He looked around and gathered up some elf slaves.

Azruk proceeded in killing them barehandedly and drinking thier blood. He was a savage, ruthless creature and if he wasn't stopped all Elfkind was doomed.

The new troops fortified the walls of the city and took thier places, not much was heard of the Elves that had escaped and not much from Thrakatburz either.

Something else also kept nagging his mind, but he couldn't remember what. Possibly a thing of "little" consequence.

But no Matter, Rivendell was his and was well fortified to withstand any counter attack. Soon it would be time to move against Mirkwood. Not now but soon.

Azruk's eyes blazed evil hatred as he sipped wine and blood from Elrond's finest wine jars, the elf maidservant shivered at this unholy sight.

[Elenna]

"Welcome, Aduchil. It has been many days since I have seen you. You have heard what happened at Rivendell?"
"Yes, milady."
"Don't you dare call me that. My name is Elenna, remember?"
"Well, dressed like that, you look like a lady."
"Shut up. This wasn't my idea. Now go change - we have a feast to attend."

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa smelt and liquid and was nearly sick because of the horrid smell that came from it.She through the bottle to the corner o the room and sat there not doing anything.
She let her mind wonder asshe thought of hobbiton and the Shire and a small tear arose in her dark green eyes.
No matter how hard she tried she could not loss hope but her hope had already faded along with her happyness and her joy.She was lost,lost in her thoughts and memorises which gave her happyness but only 4 a short time for Rosa was sure she was going to be killed and no one would save her nor hear her screams for help.
"All is lost."She whimpered and crystal tears now flowed freely down her small pale face.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil smiled. He had been convinced of Elenna's stubornness and was sure that she would retake Rivendell. His heart felt sick at the thought of Elrond. He had failed his fosterfather, and he made a silent oath not to do that again. He spoke again to Elenna.
"If you wish, mila... Elenna, I can make contact with the Rangers. I have often travelled with them, and may convince some of them to join us. I am sure they will make a worthy contribution to your army."

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[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial came through the mind of Siluialwen, still weak from the memory of her familys death. As she went she knew Thrakatburz was trying to stop her, to block this mind, but something else was helping her forward, another mind. Thrakatburz faded into the distance as another helped her through. She saw beautiful sights, yet simple; a flying bird, a idylic lake, and....a baby and a small boy. She had come to the heart of the memories, and utter calm and stillness surrounded her. Gently she went in and saw Thrakatburzs true weakness...

<I>The baby screamed as the dagger went in, killed by its own grandfather. Again and again, the blood turning the white cloth almost black. Siluialwen backed away, crying out every time it struck. Grabbing her small son she ran, her voice echoing through the wood as she fled with her babys dying crys in her ears.</I>

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[ArwenBaggins]

"Aduchil! I have not seen you for a long time!" Fëa said.

"Milady Fëaelenawen, Daughter of Elrond. I am greatfully in your service. And who is this young maiden?" He said as he looked at Celebmundoiel.

"Do not look at me like that. If you want my hand, you will have to prove your worthiness. For I am Celebmundoiel, Daughter of Elros." Celeb's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, Milady."

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil had not seen Fëaelenawen for a long time. She had grown beautiful. He had felt warm when she recognized him. He would have loved to stroll with her in the forest and talk about old days, but now was not the time. He had to think of the task at hand. Fëaelenawen's father was at the mercy of the uruks, and they could not delay their attack on Rivendell much longer. He began searching for Elenna, to convince her that they needed to be quick; They could not allow Rivendell to be at enemy hands for much longer.

[ May 19, 2002: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz tried to close her mind down, but it was too late, Aman had slipped into the mind of Siluailwen and Thrakatbruz no longer had any control over what she saw. She saw only glimpses at first.

Silualiwen's memory had been erroded by years of neglect, but she clung still to a few things. The landscape where she had grown up, the lake, the flight of the birds in spring. Inside her self and yet distantly, Thrakatburz felt the memory welling up inside her, as Aman dug deeper and Siluailwen led her on. The vision of the thing she had loved most flashed before her eyes and the memory flooded back like a sudden rush of the tide and events more than four thousand years old became tangible once again.

A young elf was riding hard, her long hair streaming behind her in the wind. She clutched a bundle to her chest, and despite the bumping of the horse, the child was reassured by his mother's presence. Thrakatburz was beautiful, but Silualiwen was more so, her beauty was unmarred by cruelty hate and even now, a light shone from her eyes and cheeks glowed. A gentle radiance surrounded mother and child, like a bubble protecting them from the traumas of the world.

Behind her, Siluailwen could hear the clash of metal on metal and the battle cries of the orcs. "He cannot win" a voice spoke in her head and even though the sounds of battle were now faint, she felt his anguish, his fear that she and the child would not escape. She felt his pain. She forced herslef to ride on, to save herself and her son as he had wanted.

She felt the blow to his face, and saw him before her. Blood and sweat mingled and ran down his forehead into his eyes. His clothes were torn, his body scartched and bruised. A gash in his leg bled heavily, and he was on his knees. His swordarm hung limply at his side and he tried to wield his weapon in defense using only his left hand. She watched, not willing to see, yet unable to escape the vision, as the orc fired an arrow through his throat, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.

The horse stumbled, and Siluailwen was brought back to herself. A dreadful numbness filled every part of her body. She clutched her son tightly to her breast and unaware of the horrors his mother had seen, the child slept soundly. The horse knew where it was going and needed no guidance from its rider. They arrived just before nightfall and Siluailwen was helped from her horse and led to a room. The elves spoke to her, asked her her name and where she had come from, but she did not hear them or notice anything which happened to her that night. Whether she slept or not, she did not know, but the dark hours were long and tortuous.

It was her child who awoke her from her grief. Woken by the dawn light, he cried to be fed and held close to the warmth of his mother, but in this, he was dissapointed, for her warmth was already fading and she lacked the radiance which had surrounded her only hours before. Siluailwen rose from the bed and bathed her face before feeding her son and dessing herself to meet her father-in-law. Before long, she was called in front of him to ask what news she bore.

His face was haughty and impervious, as if the trivialities which she could tell him were of little worth, and yet she trusted him, and thought nothing of telling him the news she brought.

"Who are you, and why do you come here alone in such dark times?" he asked, his voice severe.
"I bring you news of your son, Elatar, but I fear it is not good." Siluailwen said, seeing the elf's joy at the metion of his son.
"Your son is dead, my lord, but he has left you with a grandson, though at this time, that may bring you no consolation." Crystal tears were by now rolling down her cheeks and droppping onto the floor.
"Give me the babe" He spoke with authority, and Siluailwen did not think to disagree, but meekly handed over the child. the elf drew a dagger from inside his cloak and raised it high.
"No! Please!" Siluailwen cried despairingly, but to no avial.
"I will not accept a bastard child into my family. He is not my grandson, my sons would never betray me; least of all Elatar." The dagger fell and with that stroke, all beauty was killed for Siluailwen. Again and again the dagger was raised. The cloth and the floor were drenched with blood and both mother and child screamed. Siluailwen grabbed her son from the clasp of his murderer, his grandfather, and the child died even as she took him into her arms. As she ran from the room, the blood soaked into her white dress, staining it forever. But it was not just the child's blood. The mother bled, as though she too had been stabbed through the heart.

Thrakatburz broke away from her opponent, pulling herself out of the other's mind and leaving Aman for a moment vulnerable, not quite in possesion of her own thoughts. But Thrakatburz was not thinking of attack. She turned her head so that Aman would not see her face, the pain and grief etched into her eyes. Her voice remained steady, and she knew she must convince the elf that what they had seen did not matter.

"I think black suits me better, don't you? The blood does not stain as much." She said with all the malice she could muster.

[Elenna]

Elenna tried to seem as serene as Galadriel as she stood before the Fellowship of the Ring. It was hard. She had no practice at wearing such skirts. The companions had washed and changed, but they still seemed tired. AS she looked over at all of their faces, she found herself looking longer at the elf. She had never seen anyone look so arrogant in her life. By Elbereth! Was that a wink?

[Amanaduial the archer]

Stunned Amanaduial jerked swayed slightly as Thrakatburz broke away from the bond.She turned her face away."I think black suits me much better, dont you? It doesnt show the blood." Although her voice was as harsh as ever, Aman had felt her tears on her cheeks mingling with her own before she broke away. After a second the memories of everything she had seen in both their minds came flooding back to her, but she let them come. As the two strongest came last she closed her eyes as tears ran freely. The two sat in silence for a while before Aman spoke, needing to say what she had been thinking; after such openness she couldnt keep such a thing to herself.
"You see we are not so different."
Thrakatburz remained silent for a long moment before snapping back with her usual cynical harsh voice, now almost breaking."And how do you figure that one out, child?"she spat the last word.Amanaduial gulped and pressed on.
"We-we both have a terrible weakness from a memory. And both our familys were killed...in front of our eyes...."She closed her eyes again, as the memorys came back...The flames...the screams...her sister....Thrakatburz looked up sharply and sensing the movement Aman opned her eyes. The look the other elf wore was almost thoughtful, but sly.
"Tell me Amanaduial...now we have opened our minds to each other there is still something Id like to know..."raising her head to look Thrakatburz in the face, Amans puzzled expression made her go on."When did you get your powers?"
"I-I dont really know...i suppose when I was in childhood still-"
"no, I mean what big events had happened."
"I-"
"Had it happened?"
"I dont know, it-"
"So you didnt rush to help your family hmmm?"
"No!youre right, I, I dont think I had them before that."Putting her head in her hands Aman tried to shut out the now mingled memorys of herself and the other elf.The sly look returned to Thrakatburzs face. Very gently she raised Amanaduials chin with one slender finger so she was looking directly into her eyes.Silkily smooth, she continued.
"A few nights after my child had been murdered, I found myself venting my anger on things...without using my hands. I played mind games with those around me, teasing them,my bitterness twisting me. I drove Keldins father the old king insane! Others joined me when I left, bitter hard people, men, orcs, even rebel elves. We destroyed many people and places. Why-"still speaking softly she went on"-Your own village may have been one of them!But soon I felt the need for real power and haunted armies and camps, like this one.
Have you ever wondered where all those dark feelings inside you come from?I sensed them.And how they wish to be expressed?It would be so easy! Because like me, your powers come from your darkness!"
Amans eyes widened as she saw what Thrakatburz was getting at."No!"She whispered.
"Oh yes! I know you try to do good works, but really the true powers are at the root of all of it. You stumble around in the leaves, but you cant get rid of the roots. Like me, you are really a dark witch at heart.
Siluialwen cried out at that, as did Amanaduial. "No! Im not evil, I-I do r-right-"
"No Aman. you are at heart just as bad as me!" At that Aman looked up again into Thrakatburzs eyes, and remembered the fair tall maiden with the beautiful baby. She could still see the rememant of that in her eyes. Siluialwen wasnt gone yet. Dropping her voice she put her face even closer to the other elfs. Vety quietly...
"Yes maybe. But think, where does your heart truly lie?"

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala, stood next to Elenna, for she was her right hand. Ala saw Legolas wink at Elenna, and nudged her. The warrior-maid rolled her eyes,and shifted on her feet.
"stop moving." Ala quietly scolded, "And stand taller, look the part of a maid, or shall you retire to embroidry, hm?"
"No, never." Elenna smiled, and looked over the company one more time, she noticed the ring-bearer, and could tell he was heavy with doubt. Ala also noticed, and quiety felt sorry for him, He seemed so fragile, and tired. Ala would just have to bring his spirit up, she was determined to steal him away and have a little chat with the halfling.

[Nevtalathiel]

"I have no heart, Amanaduial, you should know that after all that you have seen. My heart was destroyed long ago. I'm no longer limited by my emotions, I can do what I want, whatever pleases me I can have. I have no pain, only pleausre." Thrakatburz's voice shifted, and became soft, reassuring, the voice of a mother calming a child after a nightmare.
"Wouldn't you like to be free of your pain? I felt it, it's so strong, but you don't need to bear it, you can get rid of it so easily. I don't want you to suffer more than you have to Aman."
Thrakatburz stood up and gently stroked Aman's hair. She wiped a tear from the elf's cheek, and her skin was soft and warm. Inside her, Siluailwen reminded Thrakatburz of her son. Of the way she had wiped away his tears in this way, of how the touch of his cheeks had felt this soft. But Thrakatburz had a goal now, and Siluailwen could not distract her from her aim. She was intent on her prey.

[Manelwen]

He blinked and suddenly realized that he was in the middle of the orcish camp still, his hands bound to the pole that he leaned heavily on for support. How long had he been unconscious? Suddenly, his eyes focused on the mudcaked boots that stood in front of him. Keldin's eyes slowly followed up the legs to the large chest, then to the ugly puckered and scared face of the orc. A ruthless smile showed crooked, broken and black teeth, and the eyes that were probably once a beautiful blue, where black with unhindered hate for the elf that was helpless to all the orc wanted to do. The dagger was wrapped tightly in one gloved fist, but the arm hung limply at his side, the point stuck out, to show Keldin the threat.

"So you are awake, filthy elf?" The orc spat, his cruel eyes drilling into Keldin's.

Attempting to get on his feet, he realised that the ropes around his wrists were attached to a small peg at the base, refraining him from moving. "I wish it were not so, but I suppose I am awake." Keldin grumbled, vainly trying to twist his wrists free of the rope, but the cord bit deeper into his flesh, and he could feel the warm blood coarsing down his hands.

"You are going to wish you never woke, elf, for I am going to mess your pretty face up." The dagger came up slowly, the shadow of it fell on Keldin's face.

Slowly, the elf drew a breath, throwing his head back as far as it could go before it hit the wooden post, and he opened his mouth. Out poured the most beautiful sound; a sound that was enchanting, yet, mournful, it called.

"A Elbereth Gilthoniel o menel palan-diriel, le nallon
sí di-nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!"

The orc recoilded as if it had been struck, clutching its ears, it dropped the knife. Keldin's foot quickly darted out and pulled the knife to him until he was sitting on his haunches, the knife under him. Slowly, he turned, dragging the knife to lean against the post. As he turned, the knife cut the ropes and he grabbed it, without even thinking, plunging it into the crying orc's heaving chest. It let out a piercing scream before it stilled.

"Where is she?" Keldin muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the camp for the tall dark haired elf.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa stood in the middle of Celebmundoiel and Aduchil. He looked so clean and relaxed in his new clothes. He had changed greatly since the last time she saw him. His childly face grew more manlike. He was a little handsome...

Fëa snapped out of her trance and looked at the Fellowship. Four young Halflings. Two men, one was Aragorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. Thier was also one Elf and one Dwarf. She had heard og the Istari, Gandalf, who had fallen into shadow.

The second man, Boromir, was always looking at the Ringbearer/Hobbit. It looked as he was tempted by the ring.

The Hobbit looked troubled. It was as a great wait was on him.

"It looks like he needs some lembas..."Celeb chuckled. smilies/tongue.gif

[Elenna]

The introductions had been made, and the party begun. Elenna stood next to Glorfindel.
"I would rather face an army of Uruk-Hai on foot than stand here and act ladylike."
"I know, my love. So would I." They discussed all of the repulsive and painful things that would be preferable to the party until they were interuppted by the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas.
"Well, hello, Glorfindel! It's been a while since Rivendell! And who's the pretty little lady?" The handsome blond elf leered in Elenna's direction. "Is she yours? Can I borrow her?" Glorfindel choked back a laugh.
"How about it, kitten? Would you like to dance with me? I've been a long time alone in the wild, and a pretty girl like you would make me feel all better!" Elenna fought the urge to spit in his eye. Unfortunately, she knew what her obligations were.
"Of course, Prince Legolas. I would be...honored." Glorfindel started to choke-laugh again, and Elenna shot him a look of pure, unadulturated venom before she let Legolas lead her onto the dance floor, his arm a little over-tight around her waist.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa sat on the bed silently.Her body shivered from the cold as a big gust of wind made its way though the broken window next to her.
Rosas face was pale and white and her skin was tight around her small bones.Her eyes once full of laugter but where now clouded and lifeless.No smile appeared of her pale pink lips and no laughter was heard escape from her mouth only the words 'There is not hope fo me now' came and all her happyness left her mind perhaps never to come back again.
The pain of her wounds didnot hurt the only pain she felt was mental.Her mind was dead no love,happyness nor joy was felt only pain, suffering and crulty was there.
For now anyway.

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Wouldn't you like to be free of your pain? I felt it, it's so strong, but you don't need to bear it, you can get rid of it so easily. I don't want you to suffer more than you have to Aman."
The other elf stroked her cheeks softly, wiping away tears. Memories, old painful memories stirred inside Amanaduial as she thought fuzzily of the way her mother had done this. Siluialwen must have done this to her child as well...
"Why must you get rid of what could be such a wonderful power? Your mother was taken away, as was my child. I felt the power in him as well...maybe it is time both of us stopped being such loners-can yiu imagine the results if we put our powers together? Two dark witches combined...the sheer power..." Amanaduial, lulled by her soft voice thought vaguely what a good idea this was. Anything if this wonderful elf would stay with her-

burning houses..the screams....the tall dark figure, smiling cruely at her dying family...

The old memory came racing back to her and she sat up sharply. She was so tired and weak, but she could not let herself go. "Is this how you treated your son?"She lashed out verbally. Quick as a grass snake Thrakatburzs hand shot out, catching Aman full across the face with the flat of her hand,spinning her around.Touching her mouth she felt and tasted blood. She looked slowly up at Thrakatburz, who now had real pain in her eyes. The other witch knelt beside Amanaduial, who tried not to flinch away, in case of another strike, but the other witch looked almost fragile. It could all be an act...keep telling yourself that...
"Dont you see child- I was serious...have you never wanted to hurt the ones who so badly hurt you? Come with me.You felt my power-come and have revenge!" Aman was puzzled; was this what she wanted? She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped as Keldin burst through the door, a knife in his bloody hands. Seeing Aman bleeding on the floor, he gave a roar and raced at his enemy Thrakatburz...

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz dodged Keldin's ill-timed and unprepared assault easily. Whirling round she drew her dagger swiftly, poised to fly at her enemy. The blood red rubies at her throat were reflected in her eyes, powerful and malicious. She saw the look of fear and apprehension in Aman's eyes as she knelt still on the ground. Blood began to drip from her chin and Thrakatburz hoped she would not take this opportunity to flee, she was so close to conversion. The slap had knocked her wits from her for the moment, and Thrakatburz knew that if she dispatched Keldin quickly, Aman's curiosity would keep her where she was.
Keldin was stiff and tired, having been left tied for so long, but he was stronger and taller than his female antagonist. If had been only a battle of strength, he would easily have won, but Thrakatburz was lithe and nimble, capable of dodgy her assailant and countering his moves quickly. She was intent upon her aim, Keldin was merely a distraction to be disposed of as quickly and easily as possible. She would not make the mistake of letting him live agian, and she was not afraid to use her powers. The man who had contributed so greatly to the discovery of her powers would be the first to feel her full wrath.
"See what revenge can do for you child." She said to Aman, like a teacher to a child who refuses to accapt a proven fact.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa's legs swayed as stumbled to the balconey window.The veiw was amazining from there.The light streamed through the window where she stood and the smell of fresh air flooded her lungs.
For the first time in nearly a week a hint of a smile creeped over her lips and her eyes where once again filled with joy and happyness.She stepped onto the balconey and looked down the ground was far and she would kill herself if she tired to jump but Rosa had a better plan.
She stood onto the balconey side and leaped towards a nearby tree.Her small hands gripped onto th branch she was aiming for and the pain in her arms came flooding back but she didnt let herself to let go of the branch.Rosa struggled and managed to sit herself onto the branch.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa stumbled down the tree carefully.A smile was on her face and she quickly climbed down the tree.She coud see freedom and so close to it but she fell and lost her grip on the hugh oak tree.
Her head cracked as he hit the hard ground and a shriek escaped for her mouth as blood poured from her head wound.The pain stabbed at her like a sharp knife and her arms and legs went limp.
A blackness surged over her eyes keeping her from seeing the beautyful sky but the bliss of sleep was to strong for her and suddinly her world went black.

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala stood next to Glordindel, and they both laughed at Elenna. For a moment, they didnt try to kill each other, which was good. Ala looked over to Elenna again, saw her cringe, as Legolas called her kitten.
"She's gonna kill him if he doesnt stop, would you mind the rest of this dance?" Ala cringed as did he, but he accepted and took out on the floor, and they danced. It was awkard, but they still did. THey danced up right behind Elenna.
"Elenna, calm down, and flow with it, just relax, and ignore him, remember i have the fire, and you have the sword, we can always burn him..." Ala smiled at her.
"Yes, but he isnt calling you kitten," She hissed, but then smiled at him, "Wait are u guys dancing? WOW, now i know that the world is ending, this is scaring me..." ALa just smiled, and the song stopped, and they went back to the table.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman watched the fight, her eyes almost glazed over. She felt sick with fatigue and was tired of being confused. As she sat struggling with her feelings, another of the cursed visions hit her...that hobbit again...
Rosa...alone...the blood over her hands.....elven blood.....the tears....the sadness
Shocked she hadnt realised that Rosa had gone, Aman shook her head out of the vision. The hobbit felt alone,rejected- Aman didnt know what she felt at the moment, but she knew that no one should feel like that. She whispered a goodbye to Thrakatburz as she softly slipped herself away to Rivendell, still missing the hidden Elrond under the blankets.

She landed elegantly in the great hall, now spoiled and dirty from the careless orcs. Some still lounged about the destroyed once-rich furniture, chewing off bones. Amans eyes flashed fury at them, for even though these were elven bones, all her being was currently directed towards Rosa, and these orcs would not stop her. Launching herself from the rafters where she sat, she launched a knife at two of the orcs and dispatched the other by stabbing him with one of her sais. Sheathing it again she looked around impersonally. This was not her home. She had no home. But as she walked over to the large now torn wall hanging, she drew it back, producing a harp of fine yew wood. Throwing caution to the winds she drew her fingers across the strings on one side, and they thrummed softly. Leaning on a just standing carved chair, she started a tune, composed millenia ago by the maia themselves. Her fingers flew across the strings, melodies and harmonies combining beautifully and eerily and she joined it with her voice, smooth and enchanting. The supersticious orcs were few around Rivendell, most having gone to check the grounds, and they thought of ghosts rumoured to haunt all elven halls. They were of little importance to Aman anyway. All that mattered at the moment was that she could stop at least the hobbits suffering, no matter what side she was on. All she had to do was wait for Rosa to hear the gentle call of the harp...

[Rosa_Baggins]

A soft enchanting sound reached osas ears as she lied on the hard stones at the bottom of the tree.She sound soothed her and she sat up with great pain in her head as her blood rushed out of her wound.
"Amanaduial."She whispered as the singing grew softer.Her head felt light and everytime she tried to stand her feet failed her and she crashed to the ground again.
"Amanaduial save me."She whispered as her face turned white and she fainted for the lack of blood.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial felt the hobbit cry out again inside her mind. She continued the song as she left the harp, and seemed to sing in more than one voice. As she reached out to Rosa with her being she got a flash of the poor hobbit lying on the floor. Not wanting to use to much magic she went to the place by the secret passages, contenting herself with walking, remembering the times she and Elenna had sneaked down these together, tow naughty children. It seemed a world away, as if it was a different person in Amans place. As she came to the hobbits side, Rosa opened her eyes blearily and saw the sorceress beside her. Aman lifted her head and top half, hugging her like a very small child as she tocked her backwards and forwards.
"I thought you wouldnt come..."
"Shhh...Im here now Rosa..."Aman held her tightly as she was her own child, bringing her thoughts back to Siluialwen, and the creature in her place. She stilled the thoughts and allowed herself, just for a while, to relax and live completely in the moment, thinking not of orcs, not of magic, not of anything but the calm peaceful surroundings as she rocked the hobbit backwards and forwards, allowing the hobbit to be healed, at least partly, physically, even though she herself was so far from being healed inside...

[ArwenBaggins]

"Fëaelenawen, Milady, would you mind a dance with me?" Aduchil asked.

"Um..no, I guess not." Fëaelenawen and Aduchil walked onto the dance floor. She felt at easy beside him, although she hated her clothes that made her skin itch. His face seemed to glow.

"I wish I had someone to dance with..." Celeb murmmered. A young Elf came from behind Galadriel. They danced.

[Cimmerian]

Rivendell, once a paradise.. now a decadent hellhole teeming with the lowlife of Middle-Earth.

The Uruks and Orcs hold council at Rivendell, there is much beer guzzling and barbaric feasting.
Then Azruk raises up his hands to quieten the mobs, he closes his eyes stands up, legs apart.
A towering figure! He begins to chant. In his mind he reaches out to Elenna and feels the fear and hatred in her heart, he feels her respond. He knows she can read these mental projections he hurls toward her, he feels her shudder. His evil dark thoughts creep into her mind.

He Chants aloud -

"Murder I am, you know it was me
I was the one, that Lalaith didn't see
I was the cut, down to her bone
I put her there under that stone

I, I am the blade, I am the dream of the brave
I, I am the knife, I bring grief to your life
I, I am the axe, to drop you down in your ranks
I, I am the sword, I am the word of the Dark Lord


Do what you will, I bring you the edge
I will be the one to sever your head
I cut so deep, I can cut straight
All depends on the moves you make

I, I am the blade, I am the promise unmade
I, Iam the knife, I bring death to your life
I, I am the axe, to stop you dead in your tracks
I, I am the sword, I bring the fear of the Dark Lord


Centuries pass, dust in the wind
I shall remain, sining in sin
The metal I am, the iron you feel
The song of the dead, the chorus of steel

I, I am the blade, I break the oath that you made
I, I am the mace, I am the blow in the face
I, I am the axe, to cut down heroes like rats
I, I am the sword, I do the work of the Dark Lord


And the Orcs shout out in coarse cruel voices - "HEY! HEY!"

[Elenna]

Elenna stiffened. She could feel Azruk in her mind. His malice caused her heart to burn within her. As her spine became rigid, Legolas came out of his quasi-orgasmic reverie.
"What's the matter, kitten? Did I step on your feet?" His voice was mocking. "I know you have felt very little pain in your life, you being a member of the weaker sex"
"Though I am female, I seriously doubt whether I am weaker, Legolas Greenleaf."
"Really." He was positively amused. Then, changing the subject, he said "So you fled from Rivendell. A sad thing that happened there. I wish I could meet the commander of your army - I could offer him the assistance of Mirkwood elves."
Elenna wanted to laugh, but she needed the reinforcements, so she allowed the stupid elf to remain in his fantasy world where all women loved him. She had more important things to think of.
"Azruk, enjoy Rivendell. I am returning. Then, you will feel agony worse than that when you killed my sister."

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala, tho graceful she may be, could not dance very well, and it didnt help when Glordindal laughed at her. She just smiled a fake smile, and consciencly watched her feet. As the song was coming to a close he spun her, she tripped, fell into Fea, and caused the poor elf to fall on a table full of candels, Glorfindal caught Ala, but couldnt catch Fea, She screamed as her dress caught fire. Every one turned to look at her, and Ala backed away as Fea cursed her, and blamed her. Fea wouldn't move she just laid there screaming and cursing and convulsing, until Elenna rushed over, and poured the punch bowl on the "Flamming Fea". Elenna helped her up, and the poor elf ran out of the room.
"Oops, i didnt mean to do that." Ala said, but she laughed, it WAS funny.
"It's ok, at least we wont here her complain aobut the dress." Elenna said.

[Amanaduial the archer]

From her peaceful trance, Amanaduial suddenly woke at a sound from above her. The rhythmic stamping of feet and the clash of swords against daggers became stronger and stronger and she soon heard a voice join them. Azruk. Another of the happiness destroyers. Therefore her enemy. She started to get up.
Rosa stirred on her lap, murmering in her sleep. Amanaduial calmed her rising temper; she could not leave the hobbit in such a place alone again. She could not stay and fight. She also sensed Elenna was in trouble..Elenna; her friend?who was her friend though.....

Lifting the hobbit she focused her mind.She was not altogether eager to use her magic again-after all wasnt it dark magic?-but she had to get there soon, and neither she nor Rosa would have the strength to ride all that way. Her eyes blackened again and she whispered the words with the now awakening hobbit in her arms.

As Elenna was once again twirled by Legolas, she had now got to the stage of wondering just how she would kill him, speaking under her breath so the arrogant elf couldnt hear.
"Cut off his head maybe?No possibly to fast..." Her musings were interupted as she caught a movement from the side of the hall. Grateful for the excuse, she broke away from the dance, looking over to the side of the hall, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw the two figures lying on the floor.
Rosa had now awoken and was regarding Frodo from across the hall with shaky delight."Why Frodo Baggins! Its Rosa!Your mothers 2nd cousin once removed?" The two hobbits ran to greet each other, but the other figure lay still immobile on the floor. From the red hair Elenna recognized Aman, as she pushed herself up to reveal her pale face, blood coming from a small cut in her forehead. Elenna and Glorfindel ran over to her, Elenna hugging her in delight, but Aman stiffened.
"Aman its me, Elenna?Your friend?"her voice was slightly doubtful.The other elf regarded her impersonally like a stranger.
"Elenna, I have brought a wandering hobbit. She was in trouble. I have been with the witch...Silui-Thrakatburz I mean. She-We-I had..." her voice faltered and broke. Continuing in a whisper she spoke to Elenna alone.
"I have seen many things. Azruk is coming too. Thrakatburz is not everything she seems...and I saw Lailath..." Elenna gasped in surprise. Aman staggered slightly before falling into Glorfindels arms, fatigue overwhelming her.

[Elenna]

Elenna stood alone, her back against the trunk of a Mallorn tree. The high spirits she had been in when Fea had ignited were gone. Over her shoulder, she could hear Glorfindel's voice, quiet and deep. He was talking to someone. Looking over her shoulder, she saw it was Legolas.
"Great. Just what I need. He's probably asking Glorfindel for permission to seduce me. Freak." Stealthily moving closer, she heard the true subject of their conversation. They were discussing the tactics at the Battle of the Bruinen.
"Well, obviously, it was the error on the part of the commander."
"It most definitely was not. Our commander is a brilliant tactician. We just weren't prepared for the numbers or the strength. The next time, we will be."
"Where is your commander? I want to talk to him. He must be a very brave man. What did you say his name was?" Elenna couldn't resist any more.
"My name is Elenna Starsong, Legolas Greenleaf."
"Oh, that's nice, kitten, but Glorfindel and I are having manly talk now, about war. Nothing a pretty maiden like you would be interested in." Glorfindel started laughing into his wineglass again at the utter stupidity of the Mirkwood elf.
"Legolas, I would like to re-introduce Elenna Starsong. She commands Rivendell's army." Elenna smiled and curtsied prettily. Legolas's face turned white and then red.
"A MAIDEN? Commanding ELROND's army? This must be some sort of joke." A deep voice from behind the group spoke out.
"It is no jokw." Through the trees strode Aragorn, son of Arathorn. "Elenna, it is good to see you again. It has been a long time." Turning back to Legolas, he said "Elenna and I trained together while I lived at Rivendell. Why don't you go sit down. You look like you could use it, Legolas. And do not provoke this maiden any further. She could slice you twenty different ways before you knew what was happening."

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa was VERY emabaressed. Her grandmother would be very mad for burning one of her dresses.

She walked to her room and changed. She now had a dark blue dress on with no sleves.

Aduchil walked in, after she was done changing.
"You know, that WAS funny." Aduchil said. Fëa laughed a little.
"You have become a great warrior. You are more of a man than I am..."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, being the daughter of Elrond, you would not think of you bieng a warrior." Aduchil comented.

"Yes."

"Well, If you don't mind, I would like to finish that dance we started..."

[Cimmerian]

Kurhg stood up, the effects of Celebmundoiel's attack had worn off this massive Uruk. He strode out of the tent and walked towards Thrakatburz's tent.... she was sitting on the floor, in a mediative trance. He grunted loudly breaking the witches concentration.

She glared at him and he lowered his leering eyes. "Azruk command... w..we... go to Rivvnd-ell," the behemoth stuttered.

Thrakatburz haughtily threw her haed back and ignored the uruk, " So he wants me there, does he? What am I, his personal plaything.... begone , you animal, I will go when I see fit," she hissed and looked nervously around.

Kurhg ambled away, dragging his knuckles. He wasn't much for words but war loomed over the horizon and it was there where he headed to utilise his talents.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Roa looked around her.Many races surrounded her. Elves, dwarves, men and.......
"FRODO!!"Rosa shouted getting up but stumbleing and fell into his waiting arms.
"Sam, Merry and pippin!What are you lot doing here??"
"We can say the same for you miss Rosa."Smiled sam and Rosa smiled back
"Have you been following me my dear cousin??"Said Frodo.His voice dripping with sarcassem

[Elenna]

Elenna no longer wished to celebrate. Aman's return and the malice of azruk that she could still feel at the back of her mind had effectively killed her good spirits and had reminded her of her task. "Well, at least I danced one last time with Glorfindel," she thought. "I may never have that chance again." Elenna shuddered, remembering what she had seen in Galadriel's mirror. All she wanted at that moment was to feel his arms around her, to assure herself that he was alive and well, but she had other tasks to finish first.
"Everyone, please listen! All of you who are coming back to Rivendell to fight need to follow me to the Council Chamber. We have much to plan." Elenna's voice rang out sharp and clear over the crowd. She strode over to Celebmundoiel. "Celeb, go and find Fea and Aduchil. THey are in her chamber. Bring them to the council. Then go and get the Lord and Lady. Any other warriors you see are invited."

The storm was in motion.

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz sighed as the uruk left her tent, he was neither perceptive nor clever, but she knew that if she did not go to Azruk soon, he would come to her and he was sharper than most uruks. Better to be in Rivendell, away from any chance of discovery, she would be able to face him better there, he would not be suspicious.

She lifted the skins to check on her captive's bindings before leaving him.
"It could be so much easier, all you have to do is tell me where you hid the ring, and I'll stop torturing you, Lord Elrond." Her voice was sing-song, condescending and sarcastic in a tone only the truly malicious can achieve. "There is an easier way." She contiued, bending close to his face "Where's the ring?" She hissed.
Elrond made no noise and no movement.
"Very well then, we'll do this your way, the result is much the same and I get to have fun. Just make sure you tell me before I get angry!" She ground the heel of her shoe into the palm of his hand before throwing the skin over him again and leaving the tent in search of a horse to take her to Rivendell.

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Everyone, please listen! All of you who are coming back to Rivendell to fight need to follow me to the Council Chamber. We have much to plan."

From her half awake state Aman listened to Elennas speech. As the anxious leader passed Amans door, Aman heard her sigh.
"Dont worry so much. You neednt worry about Glorfindel." Elenna turned in surprise to see Amanaduial sitting with her legs crossed on the side of the bed, her eyes on Elenna. "How-how did you know about...You seem to have changed so much."
Aman smiled sadly at her friend, her eyes deep and sad. With a small sigh she stood, surveying the new clothes she had been changed into. soft white doe-skin trousers and a matching jacket were so soft against her skin, and she saw a knife belt and bow strap on the end of her bed. They were some of the most beautiful clothes she had ever seen, let alone worn, and even better she wasnt wearing a dress! Elenna laughed as she looked her up and down. "Lucky you, no dress to fight with!" As Aman started to put on the belt and strap, Elenna started up, stopping her hand. "Surely you arent coming my friend?"
Aman stared at her as if she was a child. "You expect me not to? Come on, the others are waiting!"
She strode out of the room as if she had never even been away. Elenna stood behind her, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish before hurrying after Aman to get to the Council room of the Lord and Lady...

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala stood alone in her room. She changed out of the dress and now wore her black breaches, boots, shirt, and cloak. Her gorgeous hair was now back in a long braid, and at her side was her fathers sword. She looked into the mirror, and saw herself. She shook her head, and sighed. She was confused. SHe heard her mothers voice in her head telling her she was wrong to choose the side of good, she could here her mother curse her, and tell her she was nothing but a scared child. She remembered the day her mother died. That was the last day she cried. Her mother told her not to cry, it was weak, and that only children cry.
She straightened up, and looked into the mirror agian. SHe put her mothers voice out of her head, and stood proud of who she was. But then again, she was angry with her self, she let her feelings get to her, and that was a weakness in her eyes.
A knock came at her door, and in walked Elenna, "C'mon Tiri, are you ready?"
Alateriel nodded, and followed her friend to the meeting hall.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial watched as the elf in dark clothes followed Elenna out of a side room into the hall with an unhappy look on her face. Without being able to stop herself, she got a flash of the others thoughts at the surface of her mind.

is weak to cry child, weak! Do not cry for me, simply carry out my last wish; the force of good? They will let you down girl. "Thick as Thieves", remember that...

Amanaduial looked up sharply at the stranger and at the same time their eyes met. Aman touched her forehead, stroking down her nose in a greeting. Ala did the same.
Aman walked quickly around the side of the hall to get to the mysterious elf. She did the same.
"Greetings Aman, I didnt introduce you to-"
"Alateriel. Alateriel Darkstar." Ala cut her off, not wanting to seem like she was just lounging in the background.
"Amanaduial. May I talk to you?" Aman did not give the last bit of her name, Tuarcuar; why should she be labled as just an archer when she could be so much more...or so Thrakatburz had said...
They stepped to the side.
"Alateriel-"
"Amanaduial-" They both laughed nervously. Both sensed about the other something strange, something so similar to their own powers and feelings about them. Aman opened her mouth to start again, but fell silent as the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel practically glided into the room.
"I will talk to you later Alateriel. Let us go to their council." Aman whispered in Alas ear as they walked towards the long table.

[Elenna]

Elenna stood before the gathering of warriors. "This is not good." she thought, as she looked over the relatively small number of elven archers of Lorien and those who had escaped from Rivendell, as well as a motley gathering of Men.
"First of all, everyone, I would like to implore you to help me. If any of you have connections to any others in this world, please ride and ask them for aid. We do not have half of the numbers we need to attack Azruk outright." Several shifted in their chairs.
"Next, I need to assemble a small force of archers. Only about 200. You will ride to Rivendell under the command of Amanduial. You will be hiding in the trees, shooting any yrch that pass Rivendell's gates. Once Aman has healed, you will leave. She will be picking you individually." Elenna grinned suddenly.
"We will teach him the meaning of fear. He won't be able to leave the dwelling he has conquered. After I have amassed a large enough army, I also will ride to Rivendell. If Tiri and Aman can disguise us well enough, a large number of us can actually infiltrate his army. He will learn to look over his shoulder, because every once in a while, I will be there, waiting."

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel ran towards the chamber where Fea and Aduchil were. When she entered she greeted them and said “Elenna wishes to speak to every one we must go now.” Fea and Aduchil followed Celeb to where Elenna spoke, they had already missed some of her speech already. Fea, Aduchil and Celeb quickly took a seat and waited to find out the plan of action.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa walked though the hugh trees of lorien and thought and what Aman had told her about the battle in Rivendell against the evil that captured Rivendell and the dear Lord Elrond.
The scars on her face and hands could easyly be seen though the little light that managed to sneak though the gaps in the canopy of branches overhead.
Then thought hit her like a ton of stone smashing onto her at once.She would join the army and fight the evil creatures that loomed in the beautyful Rivendell now.She would seek revenge for what they did to her and die for it.
She took out a glass bottle from her breeches pocket and looked at it thoughtfully.The drink that she found at the elven valley.The drink that was red as blood and smelt like rotting flesh.It was,that she now knew, as Orc Draught.The drink that gave orcs strenght and energy to fight but without it they would be weak and slow.
She smiled and Rosa tighted her grip on the bottle and ran to the room where he army was meeting.

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[Cimmerian]

Azruk's massive fist plowed into Murhks bloodied face and the orc flew halfway across the hallway. As he landed with a thud, Azruk pounced on him and lifted his ragged body with one massive hand, his grip tightened.

"Where is the creature that I had left in your charge?" He demanded, snarling.

The Orc mumbled incoherently and looked forlorn. Azrul's eyes flashed red, it was now that he remembered Lord Sauron's instruction of having need of such Halflings and that he had let one pass right through his fingers.

With a swift flick of his wrist he snapped the orc's neck and threw it aside. It landed limply on the floor, quite dead.

"Set my best tracers and Trackers on the trail of the halfling, she is worth this war to us now, move!" Azruk commanded.

He walked back in and sat down, wondering if Thrakatburz would be on her way or also had met the fate of Narcis and Sokursh.

But with his newer more powerful army, he was sure to crush whatever force Elenna could muster over and bring to reclaim the citadel. Little did he know that She already possessed the key to his defeat, the very key that he let slip through his fingers.

[Rosa_Baggins]

A smile appeared on her face.Wiping away all the memories that had happened to her in the Elven valley.
Pushing past many Elves and other people walking though the hallways,she came to a wooden door decorated with small carvings of flowers that where found in and around the grounds of lothlorien.She knocked on the mazive door and stepped inside.
"Yes lady Rosa.May i help you?"Came a voice that she didnt know of which it belonged.
"I am here to join you!"Rosa announced

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Aman will be individually picking you. Elennas speech made Aman sit up in surprise. "I will?Well no-one told me!" She said under her breath. Alatiriel laughed quietly before stopping as she heard the next bit..
"If Tiri and Aman can disguise us well enough, a large number of us can actually infiltrate his army."
Alas laugh stopped indigntly. Now it was Amans turn to laugh. "Well my fine friend, no pressure or anything but looks like were gonna be stuck together for a while!" She smiled at Ala, who returned the smile.
At that moment the door opened and an excited looking Rosa flew in. She looked nervously around likeone who had thought on the spur of the moment, before Aman caught her eye.
"Welcome Rosa. Well done!" She mouthed at the little hobbit. Rosa looked slightly more comfortable.
As the council started to disperse to get ready, Aman caught sight of the bottle in Rosas hand, and her smile faded. She started to walk towards Rosa, murmering to Ala.
"I think our friends the yrchs have REALLY over stepped the line with this one..."

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz kicked the horse until its flank bled, but it could go no faster. She wanted to get to Rivendell quickly, to find out why Azruk had called for her. She had been interupted at a crucial point and she wished to get back to her trance as soon as possible so as not to lose the advantage she had gained, but she knew she must placate the uruk before she would be allowed the peace she needed to perform such a difficult feat. Worming yuor way into someone's mind without them knowing was hard enough when they were willing and when you had contact with them, but doing it remotely, to someone who did not want you there was almost impossible and would require a great expenditure of enegy. thrakatburz kicked the horse again, more out of spite than because she hoped it would make it go faster. Inside Amanaduial somewhere, there was darkness, if she could reach it before she spent her strength, it would let her into the sorceress's mind and that would be a great advantage both now and later.

[The Viking Thunder]

Hogarth, the third son of Thorard, Guard of the Steward, was wounded. He clung to his horse for dear life as he rode towards Lothlorien where he knew he had friends. He was a ranger and had served with Aragorn, son of Arathorn and with the armies of Gondor. He hadn't however expected to find Elenna and Amanaduial there, two of whom he owed his life to at one time and would be ready to return the favour.

His head throbbed and blood dried on his festering shoulder wound, he grew dizzier every passing moment. at last the golden woods of Lorien was in sight, he was so overjoyed he passed out. His horse, a frightened plaid mare galloped on furiously and it would take an elf experienced in handling terrified horses to calm Damselle.

[Amanaduial the archer]

As Aman walked across the hall,she jerked suddenly, startling Ala.
"Are you alright Aman?"she inquired, worried. Aman shook her head; she had felt something, something alien, reaching in. Before she knew it it was gone again, but the feeling remained. No, she was being silly.There was no reason to worry anyone. "No, Im sorry my friend to startle you..I just...never mind,its nothing."
Aman walked on towards Rosa and, greeting the hobbit, she took hold of the bottle in Rosas hand.
"I found it at Rivendell..in the kitchens..."
As soon as Aman had uncorked the bottle, she slammed the cork back in again, almost reeling because of the vile smell it gave out; rotting flesh and the stench of death. Elenna and Ala, standing near by also smelt it felt equally disgusted.
"Blood! Elven blood!How dare he!" Aman snarled under her breath. She gave the bottle back to Rosa, her face dark. "There is no way he will get away with this. Before it was just war-" Elenna flinched. She had never told her friend about her little sister."-but this is too far."
Elenna gave a small bitter laugh. "Not for all of us Aman. For me it goes far deeper already." Aman remembered Azruks memory from Thrakatburzs mind, of the broken, mutilated elf, and of Elenna almost dead. She held her friend's hand, speaking to her quietly. "Dont worry my friend, he will pay dearly for what he did to you...and to Lailath..."

The sound of hooves was heard outside, causing all four of them to look up. Running outside they saw the froth covered horse and its rider galloping closer. "Hogarth!"Aman cried out happily as her sharp eyes picked up who the unconcious rider was.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fea walked next to Celeb and Aduchil.

"I am scared. I do not know if my father is living or dead. I do not know if the Enemy has the Ring of Water. It terifies me." Fea drops her head onto Aduchil's shoulder.

"It is Ok cousin." Celeb comfortingly said.

"No. No it is not. I am a warrior. Warriors do not have fears." Fea started to cry.

"Even the strongest warrior is afraid of something." Aduchil said.

"Not Elenna..."

"Yes Elenna. She looked into your grandmother's mirror and saw that Glorfindel may die. She is scared that may come true. That is her fear." Aduchil raised Fea's head off ofhis shoulder. "Look at me. You area warrior. You are brave. You will conquer you fears."

"You're right. I will conquer this evil. Thank you Celeb. Thank you Aduchil. I must believe in myself." She kissed Aduchil's forehead. "Thank you."

[Rosa_Baggins]

"Elven blood?"Rosa thought as Aman gave her back the bottle and Rosa tucked it safely into her breeches pocket.
"Only such evil as the evil at Rivendell would do this and yet why?Does this drink really give them strength or is it a sick threat to warn the elves this is what they can do to them."
Many thoughts swam though her mind,each having a possiblity of there own.
Rosas head lifted to meet Amans eyes and even though these dark times,they smiled.

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[Elenna]

Elenna felt sick. "ELVEN blood?" her mind kept screaming over and over. "ELVEN blood?"
These dismal thoughts were interrupted by the thundering of hooves. A large plaid horse galloped straight at her, a large man hanging off of her back. As the horse passed, the rider tumbled off. As he fell, Elenna saw his face. "Hogarth!" He was unconscious, and an awful stench emanated from a festering wound on his shoulder.
"I will take care of him, Elenna. Go catch the horse." Aman's voice was intense. She also had some history with Hogarth.
"I will return." Elenna sprinted off after Damselle. As she ran, she let out a loud whistle. Celebdae came running at her, and she vaulted lightly onto his back. Together, horse and rider sped off in pursuit of Hogarth's horse.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman knelt beside the fallen rider, touching his shoulder tenderly. The wound gave even more under her touch, puss and blood mixing n his arm and her fingers. She saw a flash of him riding several days ago, starting the journey to help them here-he had ridden about half the way with this terrible wound.
"By Yavanna!" Aman muttered under her breath. She put both hands fully onto his arm, and let energy flow into it, but then she leapt away as if she had been burnt.
"Something evil has done this..."She spoke qietly to herself before turning to Ala. "Its going to take both of us at least to heal him. Lets get him inside..."

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala knew what had injured him, something dark. She felt a shock go thru her body as she touched his wound. She closed her eyes, and let her black magic undo what was done, it took about 10 minutes to do this, and most of her energy, since it was quite complex, and near the end of the 9th stage. It would have killed him, had he not arrived sooner, and Ala quietly thanked the horse for carrying his rider.
"Alright," Ala took a breath, "Your turn, i took off the evil that did this, now you have to heal him, its deep and in his blood, it will take a while."
"Alright, here it goes." Aman touched his shoulder.

[Cimmerian]

Azruk sat on Elrond's chair, a large lavish spread of delicacies laid out before him on the enormous table. The Orcs and Uruks in his council sat around him. It was time to strategise. Thrakatburz was conspicous by her absence as usual.

But Azruk decided to wait for her before starting the council, terrified elf slaves served the conquerors as they savagely tore into the food and drink.

The sound of approaching hooves signalled of her approach, she barged in looking flished and bothered and gave Azruk a hasty smile. She was attired in an accomodating ensemble to leering eyes, the gathered stared at her but lowered their eyes the instant she looked around, all except the Uruk leader.

He motioted her to sit next to him. She obliged with a sly grin and wink. As long as she seemed to have this warrior where she wanted she would play along.

Azruk proceeded to start the council.

Would they attack Lothlorien or wait for the elf army to advance to Rivendell.
Some felt it would be wise to take the battle to the eles in Lorien and others prferred to wait at Rivendell.

Azruk turned to Thrakatburz. She smiled and puzzled over the options...

"Well?" asked Azruk impatiently.

[The Viking Thunder]

Hogarth mumbled deliriously, a great weight seemed to lift from his tired body, he opened his eyes and looked upon Aman and another as if in a dream, he smiled weakly. Thier voices appeared to be coming from far away in echoes. He felt light and dizzy. Then darkness enveloped his mind again.

Searing pain raced through his veins awakening him again and a part of him felt like it was being wrenched out of his being, a choking, suffocating part that held on to him for so long as he rode semiconciously on Damselle. He coughed up blood and vomit, someone appeared to clean him up and take care of him, he saw faint shapes and again a vision of Aman, he smiled weakly in his delirium. The encompassing darkenss welcomed him, it felt so good to go there. to succumb to it's allure, the darkness

Ooc- I am near death's door, save me.

[Rosa_Baggins]

The day was still very much alife,with Elves rushing from one place to another,carrying an asortment of things that interested Rosa little.
As the glowing sun set in the orange and red painted sky,Rosa sat in the gardens admiring the beauty of the flowers and plants that grew around the stone bench she was siting on.Roses,lilies and many other flowers of all different colours swayed in the slight breeze that enveloped her and the songs of birds and elves where entwined in the air.
She felt at peace in the wood of lorien.Only good could reach the boarders and see such an amazing and wonderous place such as this but evil grew in the east as Rosa could feel it in her bones.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil jumped of his horse. He had been thinking of Fea unbtil now, when he noticed Aman, Ala and the wounded Ranger. Fortunately, he was going to live. Aduchil had some potions if need should arise.
"We need to keep this Ranger alive. He may know were the rest of them are. His name is Hogarth, and I have meet him before. He is a skilled warrior, and it is good you saved him."
"It was our pleasure." They both smiled weakly, still tired from the effort that it had taken to heal him.
"But what are you doing here?"
"Elenna wanted me to find the Rangers and bring them to our aid. With Hogarth's help, my search will be shortened."

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[Nevtalathiel]

Azruk was keen for battle, that much was clear to Thrakatburz straight away. For him, the murder of captives, though an enjoyable pass-time was not as invigorating as the thrill of battle. Personally, she could elicit more pleasure from a captive, when she could toy with them at her own speed and draw out their pain.

Her thoughts moved to Elrond. The army must not move on now. Everything would be revealed if they did. Underneath the table, she slid her hand onto the uruk's scaly leg, feeling it tense just a little as she did so.
"I think we should wait here, you don't want to be ambushed on the road, and I'm sure the elves will be sending another army soon." Her voice was sweet and syrupy and she leaned towards Azruk, further exposing herself to his eager eyes. "If you're bored, I'm sure we can find something to entertain you while we wait." Innocence dripped from her voice and inwardly, she smiled, Azruk was wrapped around her little finger.

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[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa followed Aduchil on her horse. Celeb was behind her.

"Noro Lim, Condelia, Noro Lim!"

They galloped up next to Aduchil, Ala, Aman, and the huddled up body. "What is this?" Celeb said, ready to kick it.

Aduchil answered,"Wait. This is Hogarth, A Ranger."

"The Elven Army may need his help." Fëaelenawen said, while looking strangely at him.

[Elenna]

Celebdae plunged through the dense woods, gaining on Damselle with every step he took. Finally, he and Elenna pulled up along side her, matching her pace. Elenna leapt onto the back of the plaid mare, leaning down over her neck.
"Shhh. Quiet. Everything will be all right. Shh." Elenna murmured into the horse's ear. She was so absorbed that she didn't notice the group of dwarves walking up to her over the hill.

[Cimmerian]

Azruk looked at Thrakatburz and smiled, he was well aware of her charms and viles. But that didn't deter him from enjoying himself.

He agreed with her, "That is settled then, we wait here for the elves to walk into our well made trap."

Thrakatburz raised a glass of blood to that and smiled. Her plans went well.

The orcs raised their voices in approval of their Commander.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fea looked at the body shaking on the ground:
'He must of put up a real fight, looking at those wounds....'

She then looked at Aduchil. He looked so fragile and weak. He looked as if he was going to pass out... and then he did.

"Aduchil!"

Fea and Celeb ran to him. He was out cold.

"Where am I??" Aduchil jolted up, looking around.

"Shhh... You need to rest. You had dehidrated..." Fea was sitting next to him, while Celeb was forcing him to drink something.

"For a moment, I thought you were an angel.. You glowed, just like your grandmother.
You-" Aduchil was stopped by Elenna.

"You need rest as Fea said... Close your eyes... You will be all right..."

He drifted off into a slumber, the last thing he saw was Fea, still glowing.

[Lady Death]

Evilazeth, the nazgul witch queen, astride her horse stood on a high hill over looking Rivendell. She lead a large army of Orcs and other evil men. Sauron has sent her to strenghten the army already occupying Rivendell. She is a cold and ruthless leader with no time for enjoyment. she has kept away from Azruk's feasting and counsil. She will aid him only in war and not anywhere else.
Once she a was a queen of high bearing, a very evil and cruel queen of a land now gone forever. She saught out Sauron's aid and was transformed into a Nazgul to serve him. She was now a mindless servant of the dark lord.
Coming back to the present, Evilazeth watched out for any strange activity and movement from the directions of Lotjlorien and Mirkwood.
Laughter and merriment reached her sharp ears and the smell of fresh food reached her sharper sense of smell. Her eyesight was poor. She carried a evil weapon. a poisoned blade.

Ooc - this is my first go, how did I do?

[Amanaduial the archer]

The prone ranger sat up shakily. Aman smiled almost triumphantly at Ala, pleased with their work. There was the sound of feet and voices outside; deep voices, not elven certainly, and she doubtd humans either. dwarves? no, surely not...not in the golden wood....
Curiously Ala and Aman stood up, curious despiter their weariness to see what the commotion was. Ala left and Aman was just preparing to leave when she felt Hogarth reach out for her hand. She held his as he smiled at her.
"Brilliant as ever witchy girl, showing off!"He croaked at her, still tired and shaky. She smiled at him gently; theyd always been very close. Kissing his hand she stood again, preparing to leave.
"Im glad youre Ok, my friend." She smiled at him from the door before following Ala.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil stood up and walked next to Hogarth.
Fea put her hand on his shoulder.
"You have to rest. You are not well."
He smiled at her. "I will be alright. Hogarth, can you hear me? We need to know what you can tell us about the rest of the Rangers. We need their help."

[ArwenBaggins]

OoC- italics show Fëa talking to herself.

Fëa saw Aduchil stand up and walk next to Hogarth.

'You need to rest.... You are not well....'


"Fëaelenawen, my dear, we need to gather information from this Ranger. Our survival may be depending on it."

"Fine. Do as you wish, but the next time you pass out I'm not going to help you." Fëa hopped onto Condelia and galloped off.

"Celebmundoiel, will you please go after your cousin for me. Tell her I am very sorry I jumped at her like that. Ask her if I can have another chance."

"Yes Aduchil. I will ask her." Celeb jumps on her horse and rides into the Golden Wood after Fëaelenawen.

[Cimmerian]

Azruk wasn't pleased to have a Nazgul for a new liutenant. Nazgul only followed the command of Sauron and none other. The Dark Lord must have had doubts about him. Doubts which he will soon clear.

The only good thing about the Nazgul was that she commanded a large army of orc soldiers. A valuable resource to stem the elf arrow fire.

The Uruk dismissed the council, the decision having been made he wished to spend some time alone with the coniving seductress.
Thrakatburz smiled at him, but resented the idea. Yet she played along.

Azruk was a difficult Orc to deny.

[Alkerin]

Elenna, hearing sounds from over the hill, scampered over to see what was happening. What she saw she barely believed--an army of Dwarves was marching towards Lorien! Suddenly the leader of the dwarves commanded the army to halt--he had seen Elenna. Drawing his battle axe he called to Elenna in Elvish. Translated he said, "We know you are there! Come out!" At this, Elenna walked out of the wood. "I am Therin, and I am leading my army of dwarves to lorien to assist in the defence from the orcs. Who is this elf that I have discovered?" Elenna didn't know what to say--DWARVES???

[ArwenBaggins]

Celebmundoiel had found Fëa and brought her back to the meeting area. Aduchil gave her his deepest apology.

"What is that?" Fëa and Aduchil looked to the horizon at the same time. Celeb followed them.

'Dwarves....' She wispered. 'The horrid folk that killed my best friend Elnîn...."

[Shadow_Staar]

Aman and Ala walked out the door, and left the ranger to rest.
"we will be right back, STAY PUT." Ala told him.
The elves walked up and saw the Dwarves coming.
"Dwarves?!" Ala asked in surprise. She knew this dwarf, tho she only met him once, Therin, was his name. "I know this dwarf, he is noble and daring, Therin is his name. He is quite good with the ax."
"Ah, i see." Aman said.
"Well shall we greet him?"
"No, i have to go check on Hogarth." She turned and walked away. Ala shrugged, and pulled her cloak closer and a cold breeze blew her hair. She stopped, and looked to the norht from where it came. She sensed something, it wasnt good.
She ran up to Elenna, and smiled as she saw Therin approach.
"Elenna, i sense something in the wind. We should hurry and collect ourselves. The battle will start soon, i can feel it."

[Elenna]

Elenna was beginning to lose her temper. She had led the dwarven army deep into the forests of Lorien, and their leader, Therin, had not stopped questioning her and squabbling with her.
"So, do you have any plans for this battle of yours, elf?"
"Nothing I feel the need to share with you here and now, dwarf."
"REspect your elders, lassie." The dwarf drew himself up to his full height of 4'4". His face grew redder and redder under his beard as she laughed at him.
"What, lass? Do the elf maids not respect their elders, then?"
"You are not my elder, good sir. I am 1789 years old. You should be respecting ME! I am well aware that leading this army is not what you would choose to be doing, but you have your orders, and those are to obey mine."
"Obey you? Why? My orders were to obey the commander of Rivendell's army, not some jumped-up elf maiden with a sword."
Elenna rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone have such a hard time believing that I am commanding Rivendell's army?"

[Rosa_Baggins]

"Wow,Dwarves!"She whispered as one walked past her in the gardens of Galadriel.
She had not seen Dwarves before.The only time she had seen a Dwarf is when they came to the shire to sell some of there weapons but Rosa had never seen one up close.
He smile at her and she smiled back with her smile dripping with innocence.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil marched along with Elenna and Therin.
"Please, stop arguing. We need all the help we can get, and we cannot win if we stand alone. We need to stick together, at least as long as the orc army is around Rivendell."
By the looks on their faces, Aduchil doubted that they would even stay together for another hour. But they had to, if the upcoming battle was to be won.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman looked in surprise as Elenna led the dwarves out to wherethe trees thinned out where the palace was.
"Obey you? Why? My orders were to obey the commander of Rivendell's army, not some jumped-up elf maiden with a sword."
Aman tried, and failed miserably to cover her laughing with a coughing fit. Desperatly she tried to stop, because soon there was going to be the age old dwarf versus elf battle between the angry elven leader and the pompous dwarf.
Elenna rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone have such a hard time believing that I am commanding Rivendell's army?"
Aman walked over to her friend smiling. "Hows the political side of things going my friend?" She muttered sarcastically.
"If they didnt say they were on our side, I swear his axe will be of little use to him!" Elenna said through gritted teeth. "How dare they come to Lorien? And even more so, HOW did they even get in?"
"Well, the Lady Galadriel has had other things on her hands my friend. Besides," she added slightly louder so the dwarves may well have been able to hear. "Who needs to worry about a group of pompous midgets?"
Elenna giggled and tried to shh the witch, but at the same time willing the dwarves to have heard.
As they came over the hill Elenna saw the small army that she was, despite everything arrogant elves or stuck up dwarves said, supposed to be leading to Rivendell. Her smile faded- it was not a huge army. She sighed.
"Well, my friend, now youve probably sufficiently convinced them that you ARE leading them, you just need to make a VERY rousing speech. Good luck!" She stepped as if to go, but Elenna grabbed her a cheeky smile on her face.
"Amanaduial, if Im going to make a speech, I think my two favourite witches, definitly truly unique members of the army, should make one as well!" Laughing at the expression on Amans face, she called the unsuspecting Alatiriel over.

[Elenna]

Elenna swallowed hard. She stood before this army of dwarves, wondering what to say. She, like all elves, didn't much like their kind, yet she had to encourage them to follow her and to obey her commands.
"Greeting, my dwarven...friends. My name is Elenna Starsong, daughter of Cuthalion Trueflight. I command the armies of Rivendell. I hope that, since we must fight together, we can put aside most of our differences..." A gruff voice cut her off. A dwarf was standing, a blond haired dwarf who carried a rough looking spear.
"Therin, you brought us all the way from the Lonely Mountain to follow the commands of a lass no older than twenty? Shouldn't she be off doing embroidery or something? Are the elves so weak?"
Elenna choked off the impulse to laugh, wondering what she could even say. She did not wonder for long. Therin sprang to his feet.
"It is MY commands you follow, Nain son of Foldar. This lass...this warrior leads the elves, whom we have been sent by King Dain to help. If ye have any trouble, ye shall bring it to me."

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman smiled admiringly as the elf leapt up and defended Elenna. Not such a pompous midget after all then...
Alatiriel stepped up beside her to watch.
"Dwarves?" The witchs surprise was evident in her voice. "Anyway, I was called over by Elenna, although she now seems occupied."
"Aye my friend, and she wishes us to be occupied with her! Are you any good at making speeches?" Ala paled and Aman almost laughed. "My thoughts exactly Ala! Plus, Im not sure they would be to keen on having 3 "lasses" making speeches."
However, it seemed they were to be spared that pleasure, as Elenna was finishing and the army was preparing to move. In unison the witches breathed a sigh of reief...and sure enough, Elenna started to introduce them.
"Oops. I think we may have just jinxed what could have been a piece of good luck!" Aman muttered.
"Aye, and we did it without even doing a spell!" Ala smiled anxiously as they stepped onto the platform

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz did up the final button on her dress and left the room where she and Azruk had been enjoying a "private council". It had once been the great library of Rivendell, but now the books were scattered, their pages ripped, charred and blood-stained. she silently closed the door on the hulking uruk figure, who still lay unaware in his state of sensuous gratification. She retched and bending double, vomited onto the floor of the passageway. Her dark hair cascading down and covering her face, she was beautiful even now.
Thrakatburz took a deep breath and closed her eyes, concentrating on controlling the feelings of disgust which flooded her stomach and throat. the emotions, she had learned were easily mastered, both her own and those of others, but the body was harder to outwit. Certain feelings, such as lust, she could turn to her advantage, but mostly, the body remained a being she was unable to dominate. She straightened up, and though her limbs shook and she had to cling to the wall for support, her mind felt strong. she was confident of her power and though Thrakatburz's body was drained, her will was forged as strong and as sharp as steel.
She opened the door of the chamber opposite and checked nobody saw her slip into the room from the dimly-lit corridor; Azruk would soon be roused and she did not want to be disturbed by his clumsy words and even clumsier fingers. Stealthily shutting the door, she surveyed the room and then settled herself among the debris. She crossed her legs and allowed herself to slip inot a trance-like state as her spirit was released form the bonds of her body.
Back at the camp, one orc was surprised to see a tall, elegant elf appear as if from nowhere, walk into a tent, lift a few skins from a pile and then disappear agin. He had been ordered to shoot any intruders, but the shadow in the elf's face told him this would not be a wise choice and he had a feeling the arrow would not connect with flesh. Instead, he crept towards the tent and its hidden prize.
Satisfied that the Lord of Rivendell was suitably accomodated, Thrakatburz turned her attenton towards Lothlorien and Amanaduial.

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel snuck away from the group without making a noise. She quickly ran to find a horse. She had only been running for about 5 minutes when her eyes came across a beautiful white horse. She walked up to it and it started to panic. “Shhhh, shhhh. You wouldn’t want to get me caught now would you?” she whispered trying to calm the horse down. When it started to trust her she jumped onto its back and held its mane gently. “Come on now, let’s go to Rivendell. I know Elenna, not to mention every one else wants to know what’s going to happen.” She whispered into the horse’s ear. The lightly tapped her heals into the horse’s side and it quietly began to gallop towards Rivendell.

It was getting late when Celebmundoiel reached a distance where she could see Rivendell in the distance. There were creatures guarding the entrance and Celeb knew she would get caught if she tried to sneak past them. She jumped off the horse and quietly said to herself “ I’ve been here so many time, I’ve practically lived here half of my life. I’ll have to find another way in.” She sat down and began to think. “I know how to get in but I might get caught” she groaned. “Ok, I know there are tall trees near the entrance of Rivendell, I used to play in them. So I climb up and jump onto the roof of one of the rooms in Rivendell. It’s so simple” she thought happily to herself. "Go back home horse, thank you forr your help" she whispered as the horse began to run.

When se made it around to the tree she climbed up to one of the highest branches. “Ohh” she thought to herself “it’s not as easy as I thought”. Celebmundoiel stood up on the branch, “one…two…three!” she whispered as she leaped towards the roof. She landed it with a thud; she quickly stood up, not that it would do any good. But maybe they didn’t notice. She ran across the rooftops, springing from one to another until she saw some people. Then she crouched down and tried to listen to what they were saying…

[Alkerin]

At a pause in the elves' interrogation, Therin spoke up. "I am now going to try to explain myself to these 'supreme beings' that believe that they can scoff at the greatness of the Dwarves. I am Therin grandson of Thorin, and a messenger came to my stronghold in the Lonely Mountain and told me that Lothlorien was in some danger of an attack of Orcs. In hearing this, I gathered my troops to travel (to Lorien) to assist in the resistance. What you see is only part of my army. The rest, is waiting to receive a message from me that will tell them to march on. As for how I got into Lorien--it was quite easy. You Elvish-folk underestimate the power of my people! If you will accept the offer of our assitance, then we will most definetly be able to help you win this battle. If not, then let us leave in peace. It would be wise of you to accept our offer, for on our way we ran in to a group of about 100 of these Orcs, which my men and I quickly eliminated. Mind you, there are more on the way. I am exceptionally skilled with my axe, Dólinstàg, and have quite a reputation farther north. I am the sole survivor of the Mines of Moria. I was able to fight my way out with the help of Dólinstàg. That is our tale. Now will you accept? My men and I are very weary from our journey."

There was a pause, the elves were obviously debating whether or not they should trust these midget-like warriors. After some silence, they replied: "We have concluded that your aid would be most helpful. We would be delighted to add your army to our resistance." "So be it then!," said Therin, "We will start right away. But on one condition: I would greatly appreciate it if you would treat us with some respect! You tease in ignorance, we are a great race!" There was a short chuckle from the elves, then they replied, "We will honor your request. But the same shall go for you and your little men" ("There you go with the jokes again!" belowed Therin in a surprisingly indimidating voice.) "For the duration of this stay we shall treat everyone with equal respect. There is no time for bickering in such a time of need. Now! Let us go!" At that they set off.

[Shadow_Staar]

"Comrades, To left is Amanaduial, a great friend, and a great elven witch. You are to respect her, as you would me. I dont want any complaints from her about your beharvior." Elenna turned to Ala, "To my right is Alateriel, She too is a great friend, and a great elven witch. You are not to cross her, becuase she will burn you," The dwarves laughed a bit, but Therin hushed them and spoke, "This is true I knew her, she tried to burn me once!" Ala just smirked, and let Elenna continue.
"You are to respect her, and obey her as you would me or Aman. I want NO complaints, got it?" Elenna scowled at them.
"Alright, its settled then, we'll help you elf." THerin said.
"Therin." Ala walked over to the dwarf.
"Alateriel." He replyed, "I see you have met up with your friend at last. I also hear you have acquired your dark magics, should i still trust you?"
"Aye, you should, I won't hurt you unless you turn against me, or them." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Aye, and dont cross me, for i have an ax." He too narrowed his eyes.
She laughed at him, and he managed to crack a smile.
"YOu always make me laugh Therin. Its good to see you."

[Cimmerian]

Azruk awoke with a start, vaguely remembering what transpired the night before, he quickly attired himself with his battle scarred armour and stormed out.
An orc had been waiting for him outside. It was Humburz, a young and upcoming soldier and he had news that could fortify his position in the in the ranks of Azruk's army.

Being informed of what the orc had witnessed, Azruk rubbed his stubby chin and wondered about Thrakatburz's loyalties. He was ready to deal with anyone who went against him in similar fashion, be it friend or foe or even lover. What does an Uruk know of love?

He commended Humburz and promoted him to lieutenant, his first duty in such capacity would be to spy on Thrakatburz, to stick to her like a hobbit to mushrooms.

There was also news of the armies amassing in Lothlorien. The elves and dwarves were allying much to Azruk's amusment. Maybe they would kill each other before they got to Rivendell. Azruk laughed out aloud and Azalel reared up high, and carried Azruk galloping off toward the orc camp by the Bruinin.

[Elenna]

Elenna sat alone in her chamber, massaging her temples with her fingertips. It had been a hard day - first, the arrival of Hogarth and the almost escape of Damselle. Then, the dwarves had arrived. Ah - a problem of its own. The elven army needed their reinforcements, but they would be more harm than good if the elves and dwarves could not learn to get along. A knock at her door distracted her from her headache.
"Come in." Glorfindel entered, a goblet held in his hands.
"I brought you some of Tiri's headache remedy. I thought you might need it." He handed her the goblet and put his arm around her waist. "Tough day?"
"Hah! No, only a desperately wounded old friend, army of hostile dwarves, splitting headache, arrogant prince, and GODS DAMNED WAR TO PLAN!!!!!" She gulped the cool liquid down, grimacing at the taste. "I just don't know what to do."
Glorfindel kissed her softly on the lips, then frowned. "That stuff does taste nasty. And remember - I love you. Always have, always will. Forever." He held her for a second, and then left.

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz could feel Amanaduial's mind, but she could not yet enter. It was like trying to put a key into an intricate piece of clockwork in the dark whilst wearing gloves, and she knew that she could not put the key in the wrong place even once, or the elf would feel her presence. She twisted and turned Amanaduial's mind in her hands, there must be a way in somewhere, a part of the elf's mind wanted to let her in, but how could she stop the other part knowing? Think, she said to herself, who is her agression channeled towards, what makes her go on? She thought back to the scenes she had seen inside Amanaduial's head, the flames, the screaming and among the destruction, the answer came to her. islently, she fitte the key into the clockwork and entered her enemy's mind, weakened form her exercions, but stuill strong enough to see what she wanted.

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala returned to her room, and fell back on her bed, and let out a long sigh. She was tired, and needed sleep. She hadnt slept in two days, and after healing the Ranger, she had no energy. She closed her eyes, and a small smile came to face. She felt relaxed, like nothing could go wrong. But when she thought that, ofcourse something was wrong. She saw the orcs gathering, making weapons, concocting that vile liquid of theirs. She saw Azruk, he was standing tall giving orders, but she couldn't hear them, she tried despretly to hear, but the harder she tried the blacker the scene went, and then it was gone. She opened her eyes, and a cold shiver flowed thru her body. It felt like she was dipped into an ice bath or stabbed with a knife of the Nazgul. It was the same feeling she had gotten earlier. She sat up, and slowly left the room to find Elenna.
She walked down the hall to Elenna's room, and saw her there on the bed.
"Your damn liquid, made me lose my concentration." Elenna growled. She was half asleep it seemed.
"Well it worked, and you need to rest, Let me and Aman work this out, and your beloved Glorfindal can help too. But i came here to tell you that Azruk's army is gathering, we need to collect and then procede with the plans, we-"
"I know, ok I know." Elenna cut her off, and sat up. She looked confused and angry, and Ala felt the same.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa was sitting in her room, thinking hard.
'Where did Celeb go? I have not seen her since we were talking about Idmariyls[sp?] in the Council....'

Fëa ran into Elenna's room, where she and Aman were sitting. "Celebmundoiel is gone. I think she went to Rivendell!"

"How? She doesn't have a horse, and she wouldn't have walked." Elenna said.

"Maybe she took one of the horses in the stable." Aman answered.

"Let's go look..."

Elenna, Aman, and Fëa jogged to the stables.
"Look! The white horse is gone!" Fëa started looking around for the horse.

"So it is true! Celebmundoiel has gone to Rivendell to get herself killed..."

[Alkerin]

The Dwarves had been in Lorien for 2 nights now, and everything seemed to be going fairly peacefully, with only a few squabbles between the elves and Dwarves. On the second night, Therin woke from a dream. He was very distressed from what he had seen. The next morning he went to find Ala and tell her what happened.

"Ala, there is something I need to tell you," said Therin. "What is it old friend?" replied Alateriel. "Last night I had a dream that caused me great distress. I saw a great army of Orcs, such as I have never seen in the north. Leading this army, was a very sinister looking man, that stood very tall. The whole scene of it chilled me to the bone, sort of an un-natural cold."
Ala looked at the Dwarf in amazement. "I have seen the very same thing," she said. "They're close then, and they're on there way. There is much about you, Therin, that I have overlooked! Something will be done imidiately about this disturbance."
"Whatever it is, my army is behind you all the way. I have already sent for half of the remainder of my army. The other half will stay and protect the area around the Lonely Mountain, and will come to wherever I tell them if need be," said Therin.

Therin walked back to the Dwarves' quarters, and on his way he spotted a hobbit girl that he was greatly attracted to. They established eye contact in passing, and exchanged little smiles. The hobbit blushed, and they went on their own ways.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Amanaduial too sat in her chamber, her eyes closed as if relaxing. She hadnt had time to think over all that had happened and it was coming back to her all too suddenly now...all the memories...the screams...
She tried to shut them out from her mind, and in the process felt something else there, as she had done in the council with Ala. Something alien, yet familiar...probing, but why did she almost welcome it?
As she had been trained, she tried to put barriers around her mind...force the invader out...force the invader out...force the-
"Good day, Madan witch."
Aman opened her eyes, irritation shinig through every part of her. Turning she looked towards the door and saw the dwarf lounging there.He smiled
"Oh sorry did I disturb you?" He laughed, but then grew more serious. "No, im sorry, Amanaduial, I willcome back later." He turned as if to go, but Aman stopped him.
why did i do that? what was the point? Gods, Im getting manners, Ive definitly been spending too much time around Elenna...
"Dont...dont go...Im sorry, Ive had a very bizarre few days, erm....?" She trailed off.
"Therin, grandson of Thorin Oakenshield. I like to get to know my allies before battles."
Aman, like most elves, was very wary of dwarves, but as she was usually pretty wary of anything that moved, this amiable, humourous midget was not as bad as it could have been, dwarf or not...
Sighing, she told herself she would just have to resume the mind exercises later, and stepped towards the door, indicating outside.
"Shall we walk, my...friend?" The dwarf looked surprised, but nodded and followed, glad for the company.
"Glad to Lady, glad to..." After all, he hardly had aything against witches...

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel, on top of the roof, looks straight into another room. “ There’s Azruk!” exclaimed Celeb. She quickly got up and ran across the rooftops again. She was not noticed by any one, she was like a shadow in the night. When she came to the room where Azruk lay in she fell to her knees only make a small noise. She carefully peeked over the edge looking for a map or a battle plan…

[Elenna]

Elenna looked out her window, searching desperately for something to take her mind of the troubled state of her mind. She found it immediately. Aman and Therin were walking through the trees together, apparently engaged in friendly conversation. She even saw the surly dwarf laugh a few times, and even Aman cracked a smile.
"My world really is crashing down around my feet. Elves and dwarves being friends, me following in the footsteps of Tinuviel. I don't understand one gods cursed instant of my life anymore."

[Shadow_Staar]

"Your world isnt crashing, its just, well odd, thats all." Ala said. SHe stood at Elenna's door way, and smiled.
"Ah, well that is true, odd indeed. So why have you come my friend?"
"Can't i just come in and talk to you?"
"Yes, but now is not the time."
"I know that and i didnt come to talk, i came to tell you that Therin and I had the same vision, Azruk is coming, and it isnt pretty, and i fear that if we dont gather soon, we WILL fall. And Celeb is missing, she went after him, but i dont know why."
"Yes i know she is gone, she is a fool. But it is her path she choose. And i know that we also need to gather, we'll start tomarrow, before dawn."
"Alright i will tell every one to be ready," SHe turned to leave, and then stopped, "Elenna you need rest, i will take care of the rest tonite, sleep, you look horrible." And with that she left.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa was sitting in her room, crying. She was thinking about what had happend in the war so far. They were terrible thoughts.
She thoughht to herself:'My cousin was the only friend I had all of my life, and now she's gone to Rivendell to get herself captured or killed, like my father.'

"Fëa, are you Ok?" Aduchil walked in and set on the bed next to her.

"Yes." At that moment Ala walked in.

"Fëaelenawen, Aduchil! We will go to war at the break of dawn tomorrow. You need to get your rest. Goodnight." She walked out.

"Goodnight my dear." Aduchil kissed Fëa's cheek and went to his room.

"Goodnight." Fëa called before she laid down to rest. To rest for a day that she would killed the horrible beast that captured, or worse, killed, her father.

[Elenna]

Elenna slept uneasily. Her rest was haunted by dreams and memories; the face of Azruk, her sister's blood on the ground. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Getting out of bed, she pulled on her traveling clothes; a sky blue tunic over navy leggings. She climbed out of her window, creeping over the trees. She saw a fire up ahead. Beside it sat Therin. He was moodily smoking a pipe, staring into the flames. Elenna leapt from the tree, landing at his side. She didn't realize how much she had startled him until she felt the edge of his axe against her throat.

"Oh, it's you, maid. What do you want?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Oh. Neither could I. Afraid of the battle tomorrow?"
Elenna thought for a moment - did she dare tell this dwarf what was in her heart?
"Yes. Not of the battle, but of failing again. Of watching my love die before my eyes. Of seeing the Ring of Water captured. Of seeing Azruk spill more blood of those I care about."
"Well, lassie, I won't let that happen. You have my word as a son of Moria."
Side by side, elf and dwarf sat, watching the flames flicker late into the night.

[Alkerin]

"Many a brave warriors will fall in tomorrows battle." said Therin. "Then you are scared?" replied Elenna. "Yes and no. Even the bravest of Dwarves have fear. There is much pressure on myself over the rest of my comorades. Leading an army has a lot of pressure on it. Don't worry though, without a doubt we will be victorious, or I'm an elf! Care for some pipe weed?"

"No thank you. I can understand where you're coming from. I have learned much about your race these past days. You aren't as menacing and cruel as I had reckoned. I guess you're right about tomorrow. I will be honored to fight at your side." said Elenna.

"Very well then lassie! This battle will be a momentous one. Oh, there is one other thing that has been troubling me, what is the name of that hobbit that I have seen roaming about?" inquired Therin.

"Oh, I see you have taken notice of Rosa! Yes, she is very nice. You seem to have taken an interest in her?"

"Yes, but don't tell anyone. I have never really been attracted to Dwarf women-beards on females has never really been very attractive." he said in a low voice. "All is well then. Get some rest there, lassie! I would imagine that a lady-commander such as yourself will need it!"

"Thank you, Therin, this has been a very delightful chat. Oh, and its Elenna" said Elenna. "Oh! Yes yes, very sorry there lass--err I mean Elenna. Good night to you!"

At this Elenna left, and Therin continued to smoke his pipe, and he had proceded to sharpen Dólinstàg.

[Nevtalathiel]

A spasm shivered through Thrakatburz's body, and she felt her concentration waver. She realised for the first time how weak she had allowed her body to become and she struggled with it, to regain control. Turning her concentration back to Amanaduial, she felt resistance, the elf knew she was there and was trying to push her out. It took all her power to mantain her grip on the witch's mind. Suddenly, the pressure was gone. There was no longer any resistance, and Thrakatburz allowed her consciousness to flow into the spces in Amanaduail's mind, but she knew she could not stay there for long, the distraction could end at any time. She did not stop to analyse what she saw, she simply gathered as much information as she could. There were however places she dared not go, in case she revealed herself to her enemy.

Thrakatburz's eyes snapped open, images of dwarves, elven archers and the halfling flashed before her. Her breathing was quick and uneven and even as she opened her eyes, she felt another spasm shake her body. In the calm after it had subsided she stood, once more in control. She needed to eat something, but she knew there would be nothing suitable in Rivendell, and first she needed to tell Azruk what she had seen. She opened the door of the chamber to see a scrawny orc sitting outside.
"Where is Azruk?" she asked, her voice proud and commanding. Humburz was shocked, he had not heard the elf stir and had thought her still in a trance.
"Gone to the camp" he managed to stutter. Thrakatburz let out an involuntary sigh, there would be suitable food at the camp she was sure.
"Saddle me horse" she ordered the orc.
He had no choice but to obey and soon she riding towards the Fords of the Bruinen.

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëaelenawen could not sleep, so she decided to wander around a bit. She didn't want to be noticed, so she bore no candle. She could not see a thing in the darkness.

"Elenna? Is that you?" Fëa could make out a shadow that looked like a body.

"Fëaelenawen! What are you doing out at this time of night?" Elenna came into more focus.

"I could ask the same of you. I could not sleep. Dawn approaches and I am worried."

"Everyone is. I could not sleep either. I went and talked to Therin. Guess what he told me!!" Elenna sounded a little happier as she walked up to Fëa.

"What? Tell me!!" Fëa didn't know if she felt worried about what Elenna was about to say, or if she was excited about it.

"He likes ROSA!!!" Fëa and Elenna burst out laughing. "Rosa!"

"Oh, well goodnight, Elenna. I think I can sleep with that in mind."

"Goodnight Fëa. We will see each other in the morning, on the battlefield." Elenna and Fëa walked their separate ways towards their rooms, still laughing.

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala sat quietly on her bed. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on finding Celeb. Her mind searched, and searched.
"Ahh, there you are." She whispered. She went into her dreams, and talked to her,tho she spoke aloud.
"Celeb, you MUST NOT kill Azruk. You are not aloud. He will kill you first. Elenna is going to kill him, and no one else. I will come after you if you try. We need you alive, Celeb. We need you ALIVE. You are to come back to us, or you will face severe consequences...Come back Celeb, come back." Ala's voice faded, and she fell back on her bed. SHe opened her eyes, and looked at the sky, the sun was sending its first bright rays beyond the horizon. She shook her head, and sighed. It was going to be a beautiful day, but in her eyes, the sun did not deserve to see such pain.

[Elenna]

The next morning dawned golden and perfect. "Ironic that the storm of battle happens on such a beautiful day," Elenna said to Tiri as they stood in a clearing, waiting for Aman to show up with her army of archers. Tiri was going to accompany her, to find Celebmundoiel and attempt to infiltrate the army of Mordor with magic.
"Where is Aman? She is late!"

[Shadow_Staar]

"Are the archers ready?" Ala asked.
"Yes, i'll wait for Aman, and you go get your horse ready." Ala nodded, and ran to the stables. She grabbed her tack, and set it down next to Zephyros's stall.
"Hey boy, ready for battle?" He shook his head, and pawed at the ground. She went in and patted his neck and fed him a small apple, she got from the kitchen. She began to quickly brush him down, and he nickered softly. She picked his his hooves, and then put the saddle on. She tightened the girth, and then put the briddle, and led him to where Elenna was, and Aman had finally showed up. Past the clearin the Archers rode towards them.
"Ok guys mount up, the archers are all yours." Elenna said.
"Bye Elenna, i'll keep in touch." Ala said. She sat tall and pround her big black horse.
"Goodbye Elenna, and good luck." Aman said, and then turned to the archers, who had halted behind them,"Alright, Follow me!" She yelled at them, and spurred her horse into a canter, and Ala followed, and rode in sync with her. The archers followed behind.
Elenna stood and watched them go, a bit worried.
"They will be fine." Glorfindal came up behind her and held her.
"I no."

[Manelwen]

The sky seemed to roar in agony as the clouds split and sent forth such a torrent that many of Illuvatar's creatures ran for cover, and many of Melkor's looked to the sky in scorn. Today would be the day...the day that all would be decided. "Thrakatburtz!" he roared of the raging wind. "Come out and play, Thrakatburtz!" as soon as he said this, she appeared, calm amidst the chaos. Her eyes held his, her grim face white against the black of her hood and hair.

She smiled wickedly, lifting her hand to show the wicked, serrated knife. With one finger, she beckoned him and he ran at her, roaring like an angry beast, his eyes glittering with an ancient rage that had been stoked in his heart for centuries. "Come, Keldin. Come and die." She called to him, coaxing him with the knife.

Keldin whipped the knife at her, the edge of it whistled by her face, Thrakatburtz dodged it, bring down her own knife. The giant elf caught her wrist, trying to crush it with his broad hand. Bringing her free hand up to his chest, she let the energy surge from her soul, to the tips of her fingers and felt his grasp loosen as he fell to the ground. "Keldin, did you think that you would survive?" She whispered softly, dropping to her knees to gaze in his eyes.

He struck feebly with the knife, his great strength waining. "No, I...didn't..." He whispered softly, as he looked at the knife she held against his chest. He gasped as she drove it into his ribs, the searing pain ricochet up and down his body. "Sil...uailwen..no..."

When the knife was buried to the hilt in his chest, he collapsed heavily against her, pressing her into the mud. "You thought that I would simply forget? Forget what you did to my family, Keldin?" She whispered hatefully.

Shaking his head, softly he answered "It was not....not I....I did not...it was...father..." He drifted in and out of the black void, knowing when he did submit to it, it would take him away to Mandos' halls.

"I know Keldin." Thrakatburtz said, squirming around to let his head rest in her lap. "I saw that it was you who stood powerless as my children were struck down. But you did nothing, and that is your fault."

Shaking his head, his tears mixed with the rain, and the mud "Mellome..." he whispered with the last breath that he drew and then, he faded like a dieing star. His eyes stared lifelessly at the pewter skies, the same color as his eyes; yet, and yet, the skies now had more life in them, for no longer would he ever love and cherish, dream or create. He, Keldin the great warrior of the past, was dead.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman felt frustrated. She was in a prison in her own mind and she banged against the bars, only to be rewarded with the soft laugh of the enemy in her mind. She could only watch as Thrakatburz strode confidently around her friends, as if she herself was Aman! However, what her enemy hadnt realised was that this worked both ways, and Aman saw through her eyes too; they had effectively swopped places.
Keldin...the knife.....Thrakatburz....
"Did you honestly think Id let you survive, Id forget after what you did to my family?"
She slid the knife in.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Ala stopped and stared at the witch who had been acting so strangely as she screamed in despair. Falling to her knees, the elf knelt, tears falling down her feet. For a strange moment, Ala saw a flash of anger shoot across the tears before it was gone, along with the strange arrogance, and Amanaduial was left. She strove to control her tears and a clearness came over her face. Ala ran over, crouching beside her, and Aman looked at her, speaking in a whisper.
"She killed him. She killed...keldin..." Her voice broke as she spoke, but was now she was not sobbing any more.
"Who?"
"Thrakatburz!"A snarl almost rose out of Amans throat. The dark sorceress would not get into her mind again. She stood and faced Ala, still speaking quietly.
"Alatiriel, you must promise me that if you feel anything strange in your mind, tell me. Any alien thing, any darkness-" A flash of panic went across Alas face; she could not tell Aman about the darkness inside her. As if sensing this, Aman put her hand on Ala's arm and looked into her eyes. "Please just humour me. I feel the darkness as well, but if this....thing....gets into your mind, it will feed on it. Trust me." After an anxious moment, Ala nodded at Aman, who smiled back.
She smiled sheepishly at the archers behind her; Thrakatburz would not try to enter through them, that she was fairly sure of. As she mounted her horse, she reminded herself to keep a strict feel for that in the future. As if grasping an imaginary weapon, Aman muttered to herself.
"Well dark one, two can play at that..." They rode on, and Aman felt a quick flash of her enemys anger...

[Celebmundoiel]

Celebmundoiel felt drowsy on the rooftop. She had not slept and it was now getting to her. She was half asleep when she heard a voice, it sounded like it was right beside her. She got up startled and spun around looking for enemy. She came very close to the edge without realizing it. Then she slipped and began to fall towards the ground. Luckily her hands caught the edge that she slipped off and as quickly as she could she pulled her self up. “I will not come back, nor I will not kill Azruk. Elenna may have him I was mearly listening for something important to be said so I could bring back to everyone. I am not one to stay still and wait, you must understand that ummmm who ever you were. I will wait for the people to come to Rivendell because I might over hear if they know where you’re coming from. I am more use here than there” she quietly scowled. Celebmundoiel realized she had not been talking to anybody and she felt a bit foolish. Celeb lay on the rooftop, she yawned as her eyes began to close. Then she quietly fell asleep.

[Shadow_Staar]

It was close to mid-day wen they finally stopped.
"Aman, are you ok?"
"Huh? Oh, ya, fine." SHe looked a bit preoccupied.
"Aman, What evil am i supposed to know about?" Ala asked.
"Ah, that would be Thrakatburz. Becareful Tiri, She may try to ensnare you because of..." She drifted off not wanted to upset her friend.
"Yes, i know, becuase of the darkness inside of me. She will probably try, she knows of my ancesters, and how evil they were. I curse them everyday, and i am ashamed of my heritage." She said not meeting the eyes of her friend.
"Alateriel, you need not be ashamed. You didn't kill those people, you were only a little girl. You had no control over what happened. Let it go." Aman soothed her friend.
"I know..." She turned in her saddle and looked at the archers who sat on the ground quietly talking and eating. SHe sighed and jumped off her horse, led him to a tree, and untacked him. She sat down next to Aman, and ate her food. SHe was deep in thot, and thot of her past.

[ArwenBaggins]

OoC- Italics are Fëa talking to herself

Fëa was on her horse Condelia following the other Elven Archers.

If I die, I will be with my father. I know it! I just wish that when I was young I would of been around he and Celeb more. I will never see Celeb again. I will fight for them.

[Alkerin]

The light of dawn had just come over the horizon, and Therin's army was already in formation. They had heard word from a scout that a rouge band of orcs were marching in that direction, and they were ready. Set in the standard Dwarven-war-formation, the Dwarves were poised for battle. Therin was at the lead, with Dólinstàg in hand. Just before the orcs came into view, Elenna came dashing to the front line.

"Greetings, Therin!" cried Elenna. "Hello there lass-err Elenna! What are you doing here? Isn't your battle in Rivendell?"

"Didn't I tell you that I wanted to fight with you and your army? I wouldn't miss seeing your dwarves fight for all of Middle-Earth!" said Elenna.

"Alright, but this is only a glimse of what the main battle in Rivendell will be like. Ready dwarves! Draw weapons!" Cried Therin. "Here they come! Wait...Wait..."

The Orcs were advancing, and had just spotted the army of Dwarves. The archers had begun to fire their gruesome arrows, and the others were starting to advance. At that, Therin bellowed, "CHARGE!!!"

[ May 31, 2002: Message edited by: Alkerin ]

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil walked up next to Fea's horse.
"I will leave you now. I am going to be at the dwarves when the battle begins. They are people to my liking, and I think my sword will be most useful there. You will be safe with the archers."
"Don't worry about my safety. I'll be alright."
He smiled to her and kissed her cheek.
"I know you will."
Then he walked over next to Therin.

"I hope you do not mind that I position myself here. SO far I have done little for Rivendell, and I think the battle will be hardest here."

[Alkerin]

"CHARGE!!!"

The battle between the Dwarve and Orcs at Lothlorien had begun. The first wave of orcs was charging towards the Dwarven battle formation, and the front line of Dwarves were returning the attack. Orcs were dropping left and right. Therin and Elenna were fighting side by side, while Aduchil was fighting a little ways off. Dólinstàg was constantly in motion. Somehow it seemed like the orcs were trying to get to Therin more than anything else!

Suddenly a huge, viscous orc charged behind Elenna. She was fighting vigorously at the time, and didn't notice it until it was right upon her. It looked like there was no hope for Elenna until suddenly Therin leapt infront of her and hewed the head right off the orc. The orc was dead, but Therin had received a gash on his arm from the Orc's sword. "Therin! You saved my life! But are you alright?" said Elenna. "It was nothing. You would have done the same for me, I imagine. As for me, I will be alright--I think. That is if the blade wasn't poisoned, as orc blades often are. There will be time later to check it out. Now on with the battle!"

The orc forces seemed to be depleted, and it looked as if a victory was at hand. The dwarves began to cheer, when another wave of orcs came into view. The majority of the first line was gone, so the second line had advanced to the front. "Oh no!" cried Elenna. "Ah, the fun has begun!" replied Therin. The battle raged on, and Elenna and Therin continued to fight side by side. Aduchil came by now and then, but served a greater asset on the other side of the battle line. He had only received minor scrathes, but other than that he was unscathed. The battle continued for some time, and finally the orc forces were just about eliminated--they had begun to retreat. The dwarves had begun to cheer, but Therin yelled to them, "Hold your lines! They may return with reinforcements!" The army waited for a sufficient ammount of time, then finally left. There would be a great party that night. There were quite a few casualties for the dwarves, but even more for the orcs. Approximately 30% of the Dwarven army had been eliminated. The orcs, however, received about a 90% casualty rate.

The victory had been achieved, and all went back to their quarters with a triumphant manner about them. The injured were treated by the Elven doctors, (who have always been very skilled in healing). Therin's cut had been poisoned. It was a poison that had never been seen before. The doctors had done all they could do to heal it, but it was still iffy. It took Alateriel to finish up the process. "Thank you Ala, I would've died without your help. And Elenna, it was an honor to fight with you at my side today. We make a great team!" "You are most welcome, my little friend." said Alateriel. "I'm glad you will be alright, Therin." said Aduchil. "The honor was mine, Therin. You are truly a great warrior. I guess good things come in small packages!" said Elenna. "You'd better believe it! GREAT things come in vertically-challenged packages!" replied Therin. All was well for the moment, but something was puzzling Elenna: it seemed as if the orcs were all trying to get to Therin. Why?

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil thought over this for a minute.
"I also noticed the orcs were focusing their attention on Therin, but I have no answer to it. What could have made them change their strategy? We must stay alert! I doubt that we have won yet. The Uruks are still out there, and until they see Azruk's body they will continue to fight."

[Manelwen]

OOC. Keldin's daughters are angry...they want in...they told me so. *nods* yep.

Daelothwen and Sillothwen's horsemen rode into the camp as the Dwarvin army took their victory, beside the main commander of the army stood the head of the dwarf army, and the two sisters trotted to the commander in their black armor and green cloaks, their high elfin helmets gleaming in the sun.

"Who might you be?" The elfin maiden asked cautiously, eyeing the two as they got off the horse.

Slowly, the dark haired elf pulled off her face mask and then helmet, she knew that the woman recognized her immediatly by her looks. "I am Daelothwen." The dark haired elf dropped to one knee in the mud, her helmet in the crook of her arm.

The other followed, dropping to one knee, her brilliant silver hair gleaming in the sun "I am Sillothwen, we are the daughters of Keldin, the last of the Siltarsul."

"Why have you come?" Elenna asked.

Standing to her full height, Daelothwen looked down at the elf woman "I am here to avenge my father, and kill whatever I can." She growled angrily.

Elenna nodded, unable to surpress the smile that blossomed on her face. "Good."

"We come with eighty riders from the Grey havens and Mirkwood combined." Sillothwen added, standing beside her sister.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Before they had parted, Aman had found a way of linking with Elenna, in much the same way as Thrakatburz kept forcing herself to, but in a gentler, more amiable way; it was also much easier for Aman, as Elenna hadnt got any barriers up, although she was embarrased at that, for it somehow seemed to be taking advantage. Elenna was fine with this, glad to be of service in any way that would help both her friend and their joint cause.
As Ala go up after the short break they had had, she turned to Aman and was surprised to find her seemingly talking to herself, with her eyes closed, pausing in between as if listening.
"How goes it my friend?..."Ah, I see....Hah, yes he is a great fighter isnt he?....Oh?...Hmmm, I see...why though?...No sorry, Im stuck for ideas as well...I cannot talk any longer, it is unfortunately too much of a strain...Im sorry....yes...good luck!"
She opened her eyes and jumped slightly, surprised when she saw Ala sitting so close, her hand on her knife. Ala backed away slightly anxiously. Realising who it was she smiled sheepishly and took her hand of the knife. Ala looked questioningly at her, inquiring with her eyes about the "conversation".
"Sorry my friend, I had a link with Elenna, but its gone now; too much of a strain too keep that up along with the defenses against...her." She paused then laughed. "Im sorry Ala, Ive just realised how ridiculous I must have looked!"
"Well, you said it Aman!"
"Ah! IM insulted at you Alatiriel!" They laughed together for a moment, but Ala still seemed anxious. She cannot let go of her past....that mush we have in common...
Aman was not brilliant at being emotional in this way at the best of times, but recently she had had so many doubts of her own that she felt stupid to be so totally at loss.
Getting up she pulled Ala up with her.
"Come on, we need to keep going! Well never get there if we go at this pace." Ala smiled faintly and Aman looked into her eyes.
"Everyone has their demons my friend...i pray you shall not have to face yours too soon as well..." She stepped away and mounted her horse, smiling at Fea, who was near her, also mounting. Even Fea is sad....I shall be glad when we can rid ourselves of this darkness!
"Come my friends, to Rivendell!" She set off, her horse cantering, Ala and Fea beside her.

OCC: God Im so sorry, I really didnt mean to quote Angel there....it just fitted in....anyone mind if I leave it there? Sorry really!

[Elenna]

Elenna concentrated hard, but she could no longer feel Aman's presence in her mind. Both relieved and a sad, she turned back to the daughters of Keldin.
"I was most grieved to hear about your father. He was a great warrior and a very courageous person. We will sing songs of him on winters nights if we live through this, and die with his name on our hearts if we don't." Realizing how much of a speech this sounded, Elenna added "And at least we can take a few with us."
She was amazed by the force these two maidens had amassed from the Havens and Mirkwood. Thousands of elven warriors, mostly archers. Very few of them had horses, but that wouldn't be much of a handicap. For the first time in quite a while, she thought that this battle might be won after all. Therin the Dwarf came up behind her and affectionately patted her arm.
"Quite a force yer leading, lass." Elenna had given up telling him to call her by her given name. "So, we march soon?"
"We march in 2 days, if not sooner, my friend. Prepare yourself. It will be a long walk, or would you prefer to ride on Celebdae with me?"
"I will walk, lass. A commander cannot avoid a hardship that he makes his troops face. Remember that."

[ArwenBaggins]

Fëa rode next to Aman on one side with Ala on the other. The Elven Archers were going to Rivendell.

"Do you think my father is dead yet Aman?" Fëa asked Aman.

"No. Lord Elrond is strong. He will not let himself die a horrible and tortured death without saying good-bye to his children first. Just believe Fëa."

"Aman, It's not that easy, thinking your father could be dead. I never spent any time with him when I was young because I was foolish and moved to Mirkwood because I didn't get any attention. That was a big mistake."

"Everyone makes mistakes Fëa." Ala commented.

"I know. I am a strong Elven Archer. I will fight until I die."

"That's the spirit Fëa." Ala and Aman smiled at each other.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil rode up next to Fea and Aman.
"Just a question: Are all these elves under your command Teleri, or are there also Noldorne amongst them? And if there are, then were do they come from?"

[Alkerin]

Therin and Elenna continued their conversation:

"Therin, there's something that I've been meaning to ask you." said Elenna.

"I'm very sorry lass, but a relationship between an elf and a dwarf just wouldn't work out. I think we're best off just being friends and partners."

"No no no!!! Its about yesterday's battle! I noticed something about the way the orcs were attacking... it seemed like they were going for you. Why do you think that is?"

Therin, feeling slightly embarassed, replied: "Elenna, there is something about me that very few people know. You must SWEAR that this will go no further than you and I, and maybe Alateriel or Glorfindel. Do you swear?"

"Therin, you should know that you can trust me to not say anything that is told to me that isn't to be said! Tell me this secret."

"I am the bearer of one of the 7 Dwarven rings." said Therin in a low voice.

"But wait! Weren't those all eaten by dragons, or reclaimed by Sauron?" said Elenna.

"Assuming that you know somewhat of the story of Bilbo and my grandfather Thorin's adventure many years ago, you would recall that Bilbo had taken some things from Smaug's lair, right? Well, one of the things that was found was one of the 7 rings. Bilbo gave it to my grandfather as a gift, because he showed so much interest in it. Thorin accepted it greatfully, and when he died it was passed on to my father, and then to me. I am very upset at the fact that the enemy is aware that I posess it."

Elenna was shocked. Therin? Bearer of a Dwarf-ring?

[Shadow_Staar]

It was nearing midnight and the force of elven archers moved on. Ala turned her head, and listened to a few of them complain about not stopping, it was getting on her nerves. She brought Zephyros to halt, and Aman stopped too.
"EXCUSE ME!!" SHe turned her horse to face the company, "I am sick and tired of hearing you all complain. If you are to tired, and to WEAK to continue, i suggest you turn back. We are not here to complain and grumble, we are here to fight. Look, I'm tired too, and so is Aman, but we have a war to win here people!!! We HAVE to save Elrond, and we have to WIN. I for one, do not want to become one of Azruk's slaves. It is up to you if u want to leave, or stay and fight, but if you stay, DO NOT complain." She turned her big black horse around, and continued.
"Dont you think that was a little harsh?" Aman asked.
"No, they have to quit whinning." Ala stated bluntly. "Tell Elenna to we will arrive in the morning."
"Alright, but Tiri, you need to relax."
Ala just rolled her eyes, and continued on.
"She seems a bit upset." Fea whispered to Aman.
"YOu would be to if you were her." Aman replied, and they continued in utter silence, and complete darkness surrounded them.

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa, feeling slightly bored now her cousin frodo and his friends had gone, walked up the a nearby hill to view the sights from there. Of course nothing could be seen because of the trees but Rosa could hear the songs of the birds and see them in flight from there.
For the hobbit, the days seemed to grow longer and the nights shorter. She never got much sleep now and the days seemed to drag on forever. Her pale face was a normal tanned colour again but her eyes where blood shot and red just like the red of the orc draught.
She never touched the draught nor think of it if necessary but she always kept in by her bed hiding it if she thought she needed to for the others. She had always thought of what it tasted like. Was it as horrid as it smelt or was it sweeter than honey when tasted?

[Amanaduial the archer]

"YOU would if you were her!"
Aman snapped at Fea and immediatley felt bad about it. She too was getting sick of the complaining coming from the ranks of archers. She was even snapping at the amiable Aduchil, who had ridden up to ask whether all of the people she was leadin were teleri elves or whether there were some Noldorne there as well. Angry at not knowing she had snapped at him; how did she know? And what use was it anyway?
She was now trying to haughtily ignore him...without much success. Still she had never been a big one in the apologies department.
She was also upset as she had no idea where Rosa was; had she gone with Elenna? Aman worried about the hobbits state- she seemed to be acting very strangely when the bottle of blood was involved, almost as if it was revered and close to her. Precious to her- Aman smiled when this brought thoughts of young Frodo and the fellowship, even that arrogant elf Legolas. Returning to Rosa, she offered a silent prayer to Yavanna that nothing would happpen to the young hobbit....

[Shadow_Staar]

"Aman, have you talked to Elenna yet? I mean we are almost there, thank the gods for that." Ala asked, with her eyes have closed as she relaxed, and followed the rhythms of her horse.
"Yes, she says hi, and have fun burning the orcs." Aman said with a smile.
"Ah, yes fire, my best friend." Ala smiled, cuz Elenna knew how much Ala liked to burn things.
"You scare me sometimes, my friend." Aman said with a laugh.
"Dont worry, i wont set on fire, unless, you start to annoy me." She said an evil grin. Aman just laughed, and looked ahead, and stopped. She held up her hand, and the company halted.
"Look, we're here." Fea said quietly. And they stood looking down into Rivendell. The lost, havock-wrecked Rivendell.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman stopped laughing suddenly as she stared down to the once beautiful estate of Rivendell. The domes were shattered and uncleaned, the waterfall had been clogged up by dirt and rubbish, the exquisite carvings smashed and defaced. Around her she felt the same silence and feeling from the small army behind her.
"By Manwe..." Fea muttered shocked beside her as she looked at her once beautiful home, and tears began to run down her pale face. Aman put her arm around her before suddenly stiffening and pointing slightly to the side to a ridge.
The others followed her pointing finger to see what was oming over the ridge.
This was a terrible army,but what was leading it was worse.
The creature raised its head and they felt the evil staring out of that hood.
"By the Gods....a Nazgul!"

[Elenna]

Elenna sharpened Lalaith in slow, measured strokes. The army was marching this morning. She sheathed her sword and began to braid her hair into the thick plait reaching down to her waist. Over her head, she placed Tinuviel's circlet, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she thought of Galadriel's mirror.
"It doesn't matter. I can change what I saw. I won't let him die."
Tying off her braid with a leather strap and left her room. Outside, she found Therin, Glorfindel, and Keldin's daughters already waiting for her, all mounted except for Therin. She grinned at them, and mounted Celebdae, who had been readied for a long journey.
"Time to rally the troops, lass." Therin said dryly from behind her.
"Good morning, everyone!" Elenna began, her voice ringing out over the large army. "Today, we march to Rivendell to deal with the armies of Mordor. Some of you might not care about Rivendell, or even about the elves. You might be wondering why you should fight, and maybe die, for us. Here's why. Rivendell is an incredible place. It's a place where a common born maiden with scars on her body and heart can command an army. Yes, me. Azruk has left his marks on my mind, heart, body, and spirit. And I will not let him cause me any more. We will save Lord Elrond and the rest of the captives. We will drive out the yrch. We WILL triumph!" Elenna closed her eyes, willing her message across the miles to Tiri and Aman. She felt them smile. Suddenly, she heard a roar. The troops were cheering. Smiling a little, she whispered "noro lim" into Celebdae's ear, and they were off.

[Rosa_Baggins]

The cold wind blew as Rosa sat on the hill.She shivered and her long curly hair flowed behind her.streamed by the breeze that seeped though her clothing and to her skin.
Her eyes where no different, still as red as her blood that flowed though her veins.She felt....strange.Like there was a battle going on inside her mind.Between good and evil,light and darkness though she could not help but think evil things such as burning, killing and torture.

[ArwenBaggins]

"By Manwe... Look at this place! The once-beautiful Rivendell! My childhood home." Fëa started to cry again. Aman comforted her once again.

"Excuse Me, Elven Archers! Draw your attention to the side of that ridge. It appears a Nazgûl leads that army." Aman's eyes where very wide. Wispers of Nazgûl spread across the pack.
'Nazgûl' Ala and Fëa said at the same time.

[Shadow_Staar]

"Why is there a Nazgul here? I thot they were off searching for the ring." Ala said in a low voice to Aman.
"So did I." She said back. She turned and looked back at her archers.
"Alright, everyone, dismount." Aman said.
"Hey Aman? What are we supposed to do with the horses?" Ala asked.
"You have magic right?" Ala nodded. "And i have magic too..."
"So we conjure up an invisable pasture, so they only look like wild horses?" Ala asked.
"Exactly!" She turned agian to face the archers,"Untack your horses, and place them over there to the left. Alateriel and I will conjure up a pasture for them. While we are doing this, You all are to climb into the trees, and kill any orc that passes by these gates! Do you UNDERSTAND?"
The arches said yes, and that they understood, and proceded to do what she had requested.
After all the horses ,all 204, horses were untacked and standing in a huge circle, Ala and Aman magiced up a large, very large, pasture. The horses were able to see it ofcourse, but no elf, human, orc, or uruk can see.
"Ah, I am please, we did a good job my friend." Aman said with a smile.
"Yes, and it looks like the archers are ready. Shall we take our place amoung them?" Ala asked.
"Yes, wait hold on, Elenna wants something...
Hi...Yes....Yes..........Yes, they are.......ok........I will tell her.......ok i will tell her that too......ok, good.....yes we will be waiting...ok i have to go....ok bye my friend, and ride safe and fast. Sorry, ok she told me to tell you that you can't burn any orcs, it will cause a smell and smoke, and they mustn't know that we are here, and she says hi."
"Ah, good old Elenna. I shall give up my right to burn orc flesh just this once, but when i am out feild, i shall burn them."
"Yes, well that is very nice to know. I dont want to be around you when that happens, like i said, you can be very scary." Aman smiled, and Ala laughed.
"Well, i wont burn you so dont worry. Let us take our place amound the trees."
Ala and Aman made their to the trees, and swiftly climbed up and sat, and waited.

[ June 03, 2002: Message edited by: Shadow_Staar ]

[ArwenBaggins]

OoC- Is Aduchil still with us? Or did he just ask a question and leave?

Fëa had dismounted Condelia, but she hadn't gone into the trees like the others. She stood waiting for Aman and Ala. It appeared Aman was talking to Elenna again, because she was looking weird and muttering to herself.

"Did Elenna say anything that would concern me??" Fëa asked.

"Yes..." Aman wispered.

OoC-Ok Shaadow, what did she say?

[Cimmerian]

A few orcs were fighting the dwarves, but the Nazgul can handle that.
Azruk has other things on his mind, the treachery of his lover.... if he could have love.
She would pay!

[Elenna]

They stopped in a range of hills that first night. Tents were pitched by the dwarves and men, but the elves slept beneath the stars, which were particularly brilliant. Elenna stood alone a little apart from the rest of the group, gazing up at Earindil, the elves most beloved star.
"Elbereth, Star Queen, I need help. I know I have to act all brave in front of the troops, but inside I am more afraid than any of them. Give me a sign, something to show me that I can do this."
"Standing out here alone, lass? You should be asleep. We have more travelling to do tomorrow" the gruff voice of Therin came from next to her.
"Did you hear me, friend?"
"Yes, Elenna. But ye're being silly. We all don't follow you because you can make pretty speeches. We follow you because we all have confidence that you won't abandon us. Do you think that Glorfindel of yours would leave you if he knew that you were afraid? He is just as frightened of losing you as you are of him. But such is the nature of war. I can't promise that we'll all be all right at the end, but I swear that I won't leave you, so don't you leave me. Now go to sleep." And with that, the dwarf lord strode off. Elenna grinned up at the stars, whispering
"Thank you."

[Amanaduial the archer]

OCC: Ok spill, sum1 tell me what the heck Elenna has sed about Fea? Im REAL confused!

Aman, Ala and Fea had been sitting in their tree for several hours and it wasnt doing much at all for anyones temper. All around them in the other trees sat the other archers. Aman lounged against the limb and wished it wasnt such a hot day; she felt like she was boiling alive.
She opened her eyes. "Elenna says she and the rest of the force will be here within the next day approximately." She was no longer speaking in the half whisper theyd been using before, but still spoke quite quietly, although there appeared to be no chance of the orcs hearing. Ala fanned herself wearily. "A day at least is a long time to be sitting in a tree like a bunch of fat pigeons."
"Agreed. At this rate I almost wish an orc would come just so shooting him would be something to do! Your turn Fea."
Fea had been sitting quite quietly; she was still seemingly in shock over what had happened to her childhood home.
"Erm...I spy something beginning with G." She said with a sigh.
"Grass. None of us are exactly feeling creative today are we? OK..." She turned over so she was facing out to the orcs again, before freezing and speaking in a whisper again. "I spy something beginning with A.O."
Ala rolled over next to her and stared down. "Ah. Approaching orc!"
zzzzzzzzip!
The arrow hit the orc full in the chest as one of the idle archers sent it. Aman held her breath as the orc slowly looked down at the arrow he seemed to have grown. Then, soooo slowly he looked and pointed upwards, anger registering on his dim face before he fell to the ground.
Fea grinned as she looked with satisfaction at the dead orc. "Good! Thats one less to deal with!"
Aman winced as she notched her bow and prepared to get down. "Unfotunatley, his friends have better eyesight than he had. Looks like our battle will be starting earlier than usual. Come on my friends, lets show these orcs and their hooded leader how well witched can fight!"
With that they motioned to the archers and leapt down from the tree, loosing arrows as they went...

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil took place among the other melee fighters. Didn't look like he would get an answer on his question this time, but he would later. He had to know if his plan could succeed. If it could... He looked at Fea and Aman. Looked like they were a bit tired. He ought to help them, but they could probably manage themselves. After what he had heard, it didn't seem like they would have trouble making the archers follow orders. But he had to know about the Noldorne.

[Shadow_Staar]

OCC: "Ok, ya, wat is going wit Fea, and wat did Elenna tell her? I mean i wrote it..."

"UGH!! I Hate ORCS!!" Ala screamed as she drove her sword into an Orcs chest, his blood spilling all over her.
"Me too." Aman said, as she shot another arrow.
"Ok, since this is war, its time to burn some orcs, just douse is out with some water Aman." Ala spotter a huge orc coming towards her and Aman. She grinned her evil grin, and snapped her finger, that instant the Orc went up and Green and Red and Orange flames, with Ala laughing hysterically, while Aman put out the flames.
"Well at least i had some fun..." Ala said as she watched about 50 orcs rush at her and Aman...

[Amanaduial the archer]

Now they are too close to fight using bows and arrows, Aman quickly pur hers away, and as another orc dives at her, she whips the golden sais out of her sleeves. Ala stops laughing hysterically for a moment and looks quizically at them, as she sets fire to yet another orc.
"Just something I picked up on my travels my friend. Theyre specially crafted....Hey, thats my hair you almost set fire to!"
She tossed her head away and they laughed on the adrenaline rush. Then Aman saw just how amny orcs there really were and the creature that was leading them biding her time, but not for long it seemed...she sobered up.
The sais weaved in and out of the orcs with such speed that some were dead before they even noticed. It was as if she was doing a continuous set of spells...which by the look of things would not be such a bad idea...

[Elenna]

"Hey, Aman. What is going on?" Elenna thought, trying to contact her friend.
"Ummm, I am a little bit busy right now, Elenna. We have begun the war. Hurry!" Aman's mental voice was tired, as if she had been fighting for a long time.
"I'm coming, my friend." Elenna whispered out loud. Then she sprinted back to camp, shouting as she went, "All right, everyone, up and at them! The fighting has begun and we're missing all of the fun! Hurry!"
Within 20 minutes everyone was packed and the army was on their way. The cavalry led, with Elenna on Celebdae riding in front, with the elves, men, and dwarves on foot running behind. But soon it became evident that they were not moving fast enough. Elenna called a halt.
"All right, new plan. Everyone with a horse that can bear another rider must do so. We have to get as many as we can to Rivendell fast. The rest can follow." She leaned down to help Therin onto Celebdae's broad back. Glorfindel lifted Rosa onto Asfaloth. All throughout the ranks, people were helping people they'd never met before onto their own horses.
Elenna pointed at a young male elf with black hair from Mirkwood. "You. What's your name?"
"I am Lindir, my lady." the elf replied, a little overwhelmed at being spoken to.
"You are in charge of those we leave behind. Don't exhaust them, but hurry. We will need you soon." And with that, the horses galloped off.

[ArwenBaggins]

OoC- I didnt write that! My bro got my password and wrote that... Sorry All! BtW, is Aduchil with US?

Fëa was killing orcs left and right. She had pulled her dagger out of her boot, but while she was doing that, was stabbing Orcs with arrows.

Her forehead was cut and she was bleeding into her eyes. She could not see.

"Ala! Keep burning those Orc! I can't really see because blood is in my eyes!" Fëa shouted over orc screams.

"Wipe it out of your eyes with your shirt!"

"I can't! I might get my head chopped off! I can't lose my concentration!"

"Get behind me and wipe your face quickly. I will protect you!" Ala yelled.

Fëa wiped her face an she was in fighting condition again.

[Rosa_Baggins]

As Rosa hardly slept again that night.War and battle crowded her dreams, turning them into blood filled nightmares that Rosa was sure she didnt want to see.
The night was uncomfortable and it seemed like a black cloud covered the gleaming stars above because the light of the stars was not visable.
As she turned back to her bed she caught sight of the orc draught on her table.It was to tempting to just drink it but she resisted.....just.

[Shadow_Staar]

"God, I HATE ORCS!!!!!I HATE THEM!!!" Ala shot a round of fire and the burning orcs screamed in pain, then fell over dead. "HA! Take that u son of a BI-" But the scream cut her short, as he came running and jumped on her. She screamed with pain as the weight of the orc crushed her.
"You *** , ge' off me!!!!!" She screamed. He rose a knife above her head, and brought it down, but Ala cought it, and held it. She and the orc struggled against each other.
"Ala!!" Aman screamed, but she couldnt do much since orce surrounded her.
"Dont...Worry...about me..!!" Ala, felt the orc shift his weight, and then come crashing down on top of her. She moved her head, and looked up at a male elf smiling at her. She smiled back, but then looked around, and saw all the orcs had left. But the smell of fresh orc flesh burning remained in the air.
"Um, can you help me here?" She asked the elf.
"Ofcourse." He thru the orc off of her, and offered a hand which she greatly accpeted.
"Ugh, i smell like an orc." Ala wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Where did all the orcs go?" Aman asked.
"Dont ask me, i was under one the whole time." She set the orc's body on fire, then Aman put it out.
"Hey! I was enjoying watching him burn." Ala said.
"YOu like to watch things die to much my friend."
"Yah, bad habbit of mine."
"Excuse, milady? But what do u want us to do now?" An archer asked.
"Now, we wait, in the trees." Aman said. She headed to a tree, and jumped in.
"Great, more trees, Alright everyone, back in the trees." Ala yelled.

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Great more trees, everybody back to the trees!"
Aman laughed at her friend and walked ahead, but Ala hung back slightly.
"Leave the orc to rot Ala! Leave the flames out of this." She yelled back without turning around. Ala winced behind her and relutantly put out the flames and ran up behind her.
Aman worried. She had tried to see Rosa, as she had no problem with visualising the hobbit usually, as she had found out during the other battle...the one which had led her to Thrakatburz and the terrible mind duel. But something was wrong. Whenever the witch tried to contact her friend, the vision was clouded by red, streaming down the picture, turning everything crimson before entirely blocking it out. Blood.

[Shadow_Staar]

Ala slowly climbed up the tree, but spit on the orc at the bottom before she positioned herself.
"Aman, whats wrong?" Ala looked at the concerned face on her friend.
"It's just that whenever I try to see or try to speak to Rosa, well, I see blood."
"Blood? Why blood?"
"I don't know, mabey she...I don't know, its just weird." Aman looked down at the ground, "Well lets change the subject. Tell me why you have such and undying hate for the orcs, I mean we all hate them...but you just seemed to have a horrible, bloody past with them."
"My past," SHe paused,"My past is bloody, and ugly. Are you sure you want to know?"
Aman nodded, and leaned forward to hear better.
"It started with my grandmother, she was very well respected amoung a group of Saurons black witches. She and my mother were both deeply involved in the dark arts. They tried and tried to get me to be like them, but it just felt odd being around them. I was scared of them. I could feel their souls turning into a black nothingness." She sighed, "When my grandmother tried to kill my brother, i still dont no why, i watched my father kill her. I saw how she screamed, but she never asked for mercy. She put a curse on him. The curse of the dead. It bound him to rome the earth, after he died, as a searching soul. He had to no where to go. I managed to break that curse, but it cost him his life, and half of my soul.
"After I freed him. My mother left for a year, then came back. She along with my brother were attacked by a group of Sauron's men and orcs. You see, my mother had become a bit softer, not much, but a bit. She thot i was fool for sacraficing part of my soul to save my father. But Sauron thot she would turn. But i knew she wouldn't. I saw the orcs coming, and i wanted to fight. I wanted to kill them. They were the ones who took my little cuzin, and killed him as a sacrafice. The orcs came, and they killed my brother, but my mother managed to kill most of them, before they left. I went to her, and i cried. She yelled at me for that. She said, 'Dont cry child. It's weak, and so is the side of good, they ar Thick as Theives. You may think that Sauron killed me, but it was you child. You could have saved me, YOUR mother, if only you would be like me. Your weak child, weak.' then she died in my arms. I havn't shed one tear since that day." Alateriel Darkstar, for the first time, since that day, she one single tear.

[Elenna]

Finally, the Bruinen drew in sight of the mounted army. Therin groaned.
'Why do you people ride these confounded beasts? I have sores on the sores on my rear end!!! How can I fight if I have a butt injury?"
"Quit whining, Therin. There will be plenty of orcs to take your mind off of your sores. Everyone, we will wait until nightfall to cross. If your horse isn't battle trained, send it back to Lorien. I don't want to be responsible for the deaths of them."

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil ran all he could to help Fea. He barely managed to avoid being killed and reached her. He protected her until she was able to fight again.
"I knew I shouldn't have left you. Are you ready again?"
"I'm fine, thank you. I am ready to fight again. But I am glad that you hadn't gone to far away." Fea replied.
"Me too. I will leave you again, because I think I will be more useful there. But I won't be far away. Remember that if you need me."
"And then you can remember that I will be nearby if you need help."
Aduchil saw that she was seriuos.
"I will bear that in mind."
With those words he walked back and engaged in fighting.