The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 05:35 PM

I feel no cheer, even though it is right here next to me...in ALL of it gloriousness...

"I have no time to chat, Outrider. They are after me. That is all I can speak for now.", I reply.

"Tis' alright. All I want to know is what is your identity and who pursues you?", the Rohirrim asks.

"I am Beriothien, of Belfalas. That is all you need to know. And I havn't a clue. A horde of minions is on my tail. I shall confront them at dawn. I know not of their location, only of their direction. They come from the northeast, travelled around the tip of Eryn Lasgalen. No time to chat...no time to chat..."

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 05:43 PM

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Originally Posted by Enedhilion

I feel no cheer, even though it is right here next to me...in ALL of it gloriousness...

"I have no time to chat, Outrider. They are after me. That is all I can speak for now.", I reply.

"Tis' alright. All I want to know is what is your identity and who pursues you?", the Rohirrim asks.

"I am Beriothien, of Belfalas. That is all you need to know. And I havn't a clue. A horde of minions is on my tail. I shall confront them at dawn. I know not of their location, only of their direction. They come from the northeast, travelled around the tip of Mirkwood. No time to chat...no time to chat..."

I sit up in my in the booth, arms settling on the table, armor creaking lightly, and the chainmail clinking.

"Berethion....of Belfalas. Protector of Belfalas. I Am Caunwaithon, and I am from the very northern borders of my people, Fangorn Forest."

I pause for a while, thinking with my left hand around the mug, right stroking the beard.

"I will not let you fight this foe alone, Ranger of the North. I do not think my companions will either. I wait for Janthor, a dwarve of the Lonely Mountain, and one I have not met yet, Kilon Ith'o. If you wish it, stranger, you have my spear."

I set back down again, and talk in a more friendly tone.

"Well, Ranger, I won't presume, but I think you're like me. You don't like to fight on an empty stomach, aye? Let's get somethin' to eat. I haven't had anything but jerky in quite a while."

Then I look to my left, and see a dwarf chatting with the beautiful bartender.

"If you'll excuse me one moment, ranger, I believe this is Janthor here...."

I get up, grabbing my helm and putting it in the crook of my left elbow, coming upon the dwarf, who has his back turned to me.

"Excuse me, Master Dwarf, but would you happen to be Janthor of the Lonely Mountain?"

02-11-2006, 06:02 PM

Janthor set the mug down ,empty now.A few stares were drawn at the Dwarves drinking speed,but Janthor paid them no mind.

"Excuse me, Master Dwarf, but would you happen to be Janthor of the Lonely Mountain?" He heard a man say.Turning to face him,Janthor still had to look up,even though he was on a chair.

"Aye, that I am lad!" It took him awile but he eventually relized who it was."How are you doing my friend! Its been awile.Well get that blasted helmet off! I could hardly tell you from the other soldiers in here."

A second of slight and awkward silence passed between them.Janthor didnt know why he hadnt offered Caunwaithon a drink.After all dwarves were known for their merry times in the taverns.

"Would you like a drink? I saw you chatting with that ranger over there.Hope it went well.The stories suggest that if it dosnt your in trouble."

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 06:13 PM

Seeing this man's new accomplice, I decide to speak up.

"I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone."

I felt a little unnerved, and I began to stand.

"Now if you will excuse me, I need rest."

I am struck with another memory. I begin to feel saddened.

"No matter how many there are...this is my fight. They took something away from me...that I can never have again. I shall return the favor, with their lives."

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 06:16 PM

I smile at the man, recollecting of our conversation.

"Ha! This man might be a ranger, but I have a Dwarven warrior by my side!"

I pick up the ale put upon the bar, and lift it up.

"For old friendships, and that they shall not die!"

I toss the ale back, washing it down my throat with some difficulty. Well, alot of difficulty. But I do not show it, and I am proud for this.

"Come, Janthor. I will show you the man I wish to help."

I pick up a wooden plate a block of cheese upon it, and a loaf of dark bread, walking once again towards the dark corner. But the man meets me halfway, in a manner of refusal.

"I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone."

the man slowly stands up from the table and begins to walk away.

"Now if you will excuse me, I need rest."

he walks out of the tavern, without sound escaping forth from his bootheels.

I nod my head towards Janthor, and smile.

"Well then, nevermind, it seems as if we will need to find our own quest."

I set the wooden plate down, and pull a straight-edged knife from a sheath on my belt, cutting into the cheese and sitting down, biting into the sharp, aromatic white half moon cheese.

"So...how goes the lonely mountain? Does your kingdom do well?"

Enedhilion · 02-11-2006, 06:28 PM

Suddenly, Beriothien bursts through the doors.

"They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER!", I call to the Rohan rider.

He glances over to me. I guess I caught his attention.

"Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!", I call to him again.

02-11-2006, 06:43 PM

"Yes I suppose.Moria is still in goblin hands though.Blasted creatures!One day though we will retake it in Balins honor!"

Janthor looked up as the doors swung open hitting the wall as they did."They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER! Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!"

"Calm down lad.Who's found you?"

Caunwaithon · 02-11-2006, 06:51 PM

I straighten up in my seat, thinking for a moment....

"Beriothen, what are their numbers, and where are they? They outside the borders of the shire, are they not?"

I smile then, speaking in a humorus tone.

"Because if that is the case, we may have a chance, and I might have a plan....."

I begin to cut into the bread once again, fitting another slice into my mouth.

Never ride to battle hungry.

The dwarf looks at me oddly, brow furrowed in confusion.

"I am sorry my friend, I failed to tell you. Beriothen has been pursued by a horde who has gone around Eryn Lasgalen, once known as Mirkwood, now reclaimed by the elves. He says they have something of his...something he wants back. I will go. What of you?"

02-11-2006, 06:02 PM	#3
Janthor Guest Posts: n/a	Janthor set the mug down ,empty now.A few stares were drawn at the Dwarves drinking speed,but Janthor paid them no mind. "Excuse me, Master Dwarf, but would you happen to be Janthor of the Lonely Mountain?" He heard a man say.Turning to face him,Janthor still had to look up,even though he was on a chair. "Aye, that I am lad!" It took him awile but he eventually relized who it was."How are you doing my friend! Its been awile.Well get that blasted helmet off! I could hardly tell you from the other soldiers in here." A second of slight and awkward silence passed between them.Janthor didnt know why he hadnt offered Caunwaithon a drink.After all dwarves were known for their merry times in the taverns. "Would you like a drink? I saw you chatting with that ranger over there.Hope it went well.The stories suggest that if it dosnt your in trouble." Last edited by Janthor; 02-11-2006 at 06:11 PM.

02-11-2006, 06:16 PM	#5
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I smile at the man, recollecting of our conversation. "Ha! This man might be a ranger, but I have a Dwarven warrior by my side!" I pick up the ale put upon the bar, and lift it up. "For old friendships, and that they shall not die!" I toss the ale back, washing it down my throat with some difficulty. Well, alot of difficulty. But I do not show it, and I am proud for this. "Come, Janthor. I will show you the man I wish to help." I pick up a wooden plate a block of cheese upon it, and a loaf of dark bread, walking once again towards the dark corner. But the man meets me halfway, in a manner of refusal. "I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone." the man slowly stands up from the table and begins to walk away. "Now if you will excuse me, I need rest." he walks out of the tavern, without sound escaping forth from his bootheels. I nod my head towards Janthor, and smile. "Well then, nevermind, it seems as if we will need to find our own quest." I set the wooden plate down, and pull a straight-edged knife from a sheath on my belt, cutting into the cheese and sitting down, biting into the sharp, aromatic white half moon cheese. "So...how goes the lonely mountain? Does your kingdom do well?" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands. Last edited by Caunwaithon; 02-11-2006 at 06:21 PM.

02-11-2006, 06:51 PM	#8
Caunwaithon Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 21	I straighten up in my seat, thinking for a moment.... "Beriothen, what are their numbers, and where are they? They outside the borders of the shire, are they not?" I smile then, speaking in a humorus tone. "Because if that is the case, we may have a chance, and I might have a plan....." I begin to cut into the bread once again, fitting another slice into my mouth. Never ride to battle hungry. The dwarf looks at me oddly, brow furrowed in confusion. "I am sorry my friend, I failed to tell you. Beriothen has been pursued by a horde who has gone around Eryn Lasgalen, once known as Mirkwood, now reclaimed by the elves. He says they have something of his...something he wants back. I will go. What of you?" __________________ Caunwaithon is an Outrider of rohan, one that travels outside of the borders of his homeland to scout, bring news or bring small hosts of men to do battle in far-off lands.

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02-11-2006, 05:35 PM	#1
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	I feel no cheer, even though it is right here next to me...in ALL of it gloriousness... "I have no time to chat, Outrider. They are after me. That is all I can speak for now.", I reply. "Tis' alright. All I want to know is what is your identity and who pursues you?", the Rohirrim asks. "I am Beriothien, of Belfalas. That is all you need to know. And I havn't a clue. A horde of minions is on my tail. I shall confront them at dawn. I know not of their location, only of their direction. They come from the northeast, travelled around the tip of Eryn Lasgalen. No time to chat...no time to chat..." Last edited by Enedhilion; 02-11-2006 at 06:06 PM.

02-11-2006, 06:13 PM	#4
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	Seeing this man's new accomplice, I decide to speak up. "I am sorry...Spearman. This is my fight, and my fight alone." I felt a little unnerved, and I began to stand. "Now if you will excuse me, I need rest." I am struck with another memory. I begin to feel saddened. "No matter how many there are...this is my fight. They took something away from me...that I can never have again. I shall return the favor, with their lives."

02-11-2006, 06:28 PM	#6
Enedhilion Pile O'Bones Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Texas Posts: 19	Suddenly, Beriothien bursts through the doors. "They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER!", I call to the Rohan rider. He glances over to me. I guess I caught his attention. "Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!", I call to him again.

02-11-2006, 06:43 PM	#7
Janthor Guest Posts: n/a	"Yes I suppose.Moria is still in goblin hands though.Blasted creatures!One day though we will retake it in Balins honor!" Janthor looked up as the doors swung open hitting the wall as they did."They have found me! I have no idea how they found me......YOU! OUTRIDER! Aid me and I will follow you on your quest!" "Calm down lad.Who's found you?"