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Durelin · 02-10-2003, 04:31 PM

Durelin walked silently into the brightly lit room. He saw a tall man sitting at a table on one side of the room. He must be Bordarigorn, he thought. The word of the lost messenger, Anuion had spread quickly and it hadn't taken long for Durelin to make up his mind. They needed a good group of warriors...and they needed them quickly. If all he had heard was true, they had better leave soon, an elf left alone among a small army of Orcs would not last long, even as strong an elf as Anuion. Durelin had always liked the messenger, he was a fierce warrior and he was from Mirkwood. Durelin had always admired elves from Mirkwood. Their home had gone from green to mirk, and yet they still lived in it.

The six foot five elf did not wait for the man to speak but only asked, "Do I hear true that he is among an army of Orcs?"
"I am afraid you do, friend," Bordarigorn answered him, "may I ask your name?"
"Durelin," he said, "I was born here in beautiful Lorien under the ever golden leaves of the mallorn, and now live here. I have traveled through many places and dangers and hope to be a help in the search for Anuion."
"Do you know him then?" asked Bordarigorn in return.
"I have spoken with him many an evening about his homeland."
"Of what skills are you confident?"
"I do not wish to seem boastful, but I feel I am an excellent swordsman with my blades. They are two long knives of Elfin make. I also carry a longbow of Lorien with which I am an admirable shot, but my horsemanship is better."

The man did not reply immediately as he had before, instead he looked at Durelin for a moment as though he were sizing him up and searching for an acceptable answer. "I would never accuse you of being boastful. I believe you on being an excellent swordsman, you carry yourself in such a way...and to the horsemanship I say the same, but as for the longbow, I will not know until I see you shoot."

"Thankyou, friend," Durelin began, he believed a "friend" was in order, he could seem hostile toward people with his almost emotionless face, "for seeing my humility. I am used to travelling and experienced with the minds of Orcs...I know their ways and the ways of the land."
"You are most welcome," answered Bordarigorn, "I can see you are a wise elf, though you seem young for all your wisdom...If you are willing to search for my friend, the messenger Anuion, I will make sure your services are not forgotten."

"I do not mind if everything of me is forgotten, I will not stop searching for Anuion with you until we find him...alive or dead." Durelin was always blunt in his speech, he was never afraid of saying the truth. Alive or dead... Bordarigorn seemed not to be affected by the words. He is a strong man...and a good one, Durelin thought, It is good that I heard about this.

"Well, would you like to sit?" Bordarigorn asked pointing to a large cushioned chair next to him. "I would appreciate your company and your knowledge. It will be a hard choice as to who is fit to accompany us on this search. There is a long road ahead of us, Durelin. Ah, but you know this. You know much, I, at least, know that."
"Ha!" laughed Durelin, "You are as bad as me, ever so humble. It is hard to accredit yourselves with somewhat. My knowledge? I am sure you understand this is no mere hunt. And then there is the question of what an army of Orcs is doing so close to Lorien. And there are also rumors of Easterlings among the ranks."

"Well, for a rare time, it seems all the rumors are truth. There are Easterlings, but I can answer no more questions. Ye gods, but it seems so hopeless when what you are against is a mystery! And fear of it magnifies it to a thousand times your strength!"
"We cannot dwell upon what we do not know, Bordarigorn."
"Ay, but I know that. We must put our mind's effort into our present task…which is to find strong Elven warriors willing to face an army of Orcs and Easterlings to rescue a single messenger."

"You are despairing yet again, friend, remember that it is an Elven messenger, and we do not forget our own. There is still blood in our veins that boils with hatred for the creatures who are such mockery to us. They will come."
"My heart says you speak right, but my mind says otherwise. Where do I place my trust?"
"Always in your heart. You contemplate your actions with your mind. Do not worry, your mind will keep your heart in check."
"Ah, yes, this is going to be a long road indeed. You will keep me busy with your proverbs! My heart is glad you found your way into this quest."

02-10-2003, 04:31 PM	#1
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Durelin walked silently into the brightly lit room. He saw a tall man sitting at a table on one side of the room. He must be Bordarigorn, he thought. The word of the lost messenger, Anuion had spread quickly and it hadn't taken long for Durelin to make up his mind. They needed a good group of warriors...and they needed them quickly. If all he had heard was true, they had better leave soon, an elf left alone among a small army of Orcs would not last long, even as strong an elf as Anuion. Durelin had always liked the messenger, he was a fierce warrior and he was from Mirkwood. Durelin had always admired elves from Mirkwood. Their home had gone from green to mirk, and yet they still lived in it. The six foot five elf did not wait for the man to speak but only asked, "Do I hear true that he is among an army of Orcs?" "I am afraid you do, friend," Bordarigorn answered him, "may I ask your name?" "Durelin," he said, "I was born here in beautiful Lorien under the ever golden leaves of the mallorn, and now live here. I have traveled through many places and dangers and hope to be a help in the search for Anuion." "Do you know him then?" asked Bordarigorn in return. "I have spoken with him many an evening about his homeland." "Of what skills are you confident?" "I do not wish to seem boastful, but I feel I am an excellent swordsman with my blades. They are two long knives of Elfin make. I also carry a longbow of Lorien with which I am an admirable shot, but my horsemanship is better." The man did not reply immediately as he had before, instead he looked at Durelin for a moment as though he were sizing him up and searching for an acceptable answer. "I would never accuse you of being boastful. I believe you on being an excellent swordsman, you carry yourself in such a way...and to the horsemanship I say the same, but as for the longbow, I will not know until I see you shoot." "Thankyou, friend," Durelin began, he believed a "friend" was in order, he could seem hostile toward people with his almost emotionless face, "for seeing my humility. I am used to travelling and experienced with the minds of Orcs...I know their ways and the ways of the land." "You are most welcome," answered Bordarigorn, "I can see you are a wise elf, though you seem young for all your wisdom...If you are willing to search for my friend, the messenger Anuion, I will make sure your services are not forgotten." "I do not mind if everything of me is forgotten, I will not stop searching for Anuion with you until we find him...alive or dead." Durelin was always blunt in his speech, he was never afraid of saying the truth. Alive or dead... Bordarigorn seemed not to be affected by the words. He is a strong man...and a good one, Durelin thought, It is good that I heard about this. "Well, would you like to sit?" Bordarigorn asked pointing to a large cushioned chair next to him. "I would appreciate your company and your knowledge. It will be a hard choice as to who is fit to accompany us on this search. There is a long road ahead of us, Durelin. Ah, but you know this. You know much, I, at least, know that." "Ha!" laughed Durelin, "You are as bad as me, ever so humble. It is hard to accredit yourselves with somewhat. My knowledge? I am sure you understand this is no mere hunt. And then there is the question of what an army of Orcs is doing so close to Lorien. And there are also rumors of Easterlings among the ranks." "Well, for a rare time, it seems all the rumors are truth. There are Easterlings, but I can answer no more questions. Ye gods, but it seems so hopeless when what you are against is a mystery! And fear of it magnifies it to a thousand times your strength!" "We cannot dwell upon what we do not know, Bordarigorn." "Ay, but I know that. We must put our mind's effort into our present task…which is to find strong Elven warriors willing to face an army of Orcs and Easterlings to rescue a single messenger." "You are despairing yet again, friend, remember that it is an Elven messenger, and we do not forget our own. There is still blood in our veins that boils with hatred for the creatures who are such mockery to us. They will come." "My heart says you speak right, but my mind says otherwise. Where do I place my trust?" "Always in your heart. You contemplate your actions with your mind. Do not worry, your mind will keep your heart in check." "Ah, yes, this is going to be a long road indeed. You will keep me busy with your proverbs! My heart is glad you found your way into this quest."