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piosenniel · 05-06-2006, 02:42 PM

Witch_Queen's post

Thomas was shocked when he heard the news. He looked at his brother, "You mean the Mayonette that we grew up with. How could this happen?" Thomas' brother shrugged his shoulders. He only knew what he was told. "Maybe I can catch her over at her house." His brother looked at Thomas suspiciously. "Tommy I doubt you'll catch her there. I've been told she's going to the White Horse Inn. If you leave now you might be able to see how she is doing." Thomas stood up from his kitchen table. Mayonette had always been a good friend of his when they were little.

Thomas went to his room to grab his sword and spear. He some how had a feeling that the spear may come in handy...eventually. "Joe I'm taking Chianna and going to the Inn. Maybe I can find out some more information there." Thomas went out the side door of his little home only to walk straight into the stables. When he decided to build his home he wanted his horse as close to him as possible. So having the stables right out the side door was his best idea at the time. He walked over to his horse, slowly stroking her mane. "Chianna, its time for a nice walk. You can't stay shut-up in this old stable all day can you..." He placed his fathers old leather saddle on the giant animal. Chianna was a beautiful creature, her coat shined in the sun. She was a nutmeg brown and Chianna was Thomas' best friend besides his brother.

Thomas mounted his horse and proceeded to the White Horse Inn. All he cared about was making sure his friend was alright. If help was needed he knew he would gladly offer his services.

piosenniel · 05-06-2006, 02:42 PM

Mithalwen's post

"Well they have gone, Leif" Elfride murmured turning her face into the grey horse's mane as those she loved most in the world, her son and her brother. Elwin, and his family, finally disappeared from view. Elfthain had looked so happy, the excitement of the adventure for now overriding distress at parting temporarily with his mother. He had wanted to ride Leif himself, disdaining his old pony but this his mother had refused. It was one thing to let him ride his father's warhorse in the paddock at home, another across the open plains of Rohan. As a compromise she had offered him her own horse. The smaller and sweet tempered palfrey would take care of his rider and give her one less thing to worry about but would give her beloved boy the dignity of riding a proper horse.

'Thain had tried to take his father's sword too but Elwin, seeing the distress in his sister's eyes had told him he must earn it first. For Elwin the scene was too close to the one that had taken place but a few yards from this spot three years before when he had led Leif back to Edoras and placed Theomund's sword in his sister's hands. The empty saddle had brutally broken the news of her widowhood before word could be spoken.

He wished she would join them on his new assignment. It was not healthy for a young woman to live surrounded by ghosts. He had thought that she would not allow herself to be parted from the boy and trusting to this he had been forceful in his arguements. He had been astounded when she had permitted her son to go without her and refused to explain beyond saying that her affairs at the farm and in the village could not be arranged so quickly. He knew she had promised her son that they would not be long separated and hoped that she would join them ere long.

If Elfride was not ready to leave the ghosts of her past, neither was she ready to face them in her otherwise empty house. She would go to the inn and take a meal she felt no hunger for in order to delay her return and avoid the forlorn task of cooking for herself alone later.

She entrusted her horse to the ostler and brushing down her blue riding habit she entered the inn. This was rather finer garb than she would have worn had the journey not involved an encounter with her sister in law, of whose refined Gondorian manners Elfride still was somewhat in awe. Many in Edoras thought Elwin, Captain of the Mark, quite good enough a match for a lady's maid. The fact was that Gilwen had been a handmaid of Queen Lothiriel and spoke the elf tongue as easily as the Westron. The sisters in law had grown fond of each other but Elfride still had moments of feeling like a peasant in comparison.

The inn was quite busy and she drew little attention in her quiet corner, eating little, absorbed with her own thoughts it was a while before she realised that she was not the only person from the village in the inn. She knew the girls of course, but not especially well. They were not so far apart in age but Elfride felt much older. They were still children when she had arrived as a young bride and her swift progression to motherhood had placed her more often in the the circles of older matrons than younger maids. They were nice girls but she was not sure she wanted company just now and it seemed as if they had concerns of their own.

piosenniel · 05-06-2006, 02:42 PM

Cordelia Harrison's post

She had gone to Mayonette's estate, but couldn't find her there. Now she was standing in front of the White Horse Inn, just contemplating on whether or not she should go in. She sighed deeply and decided to go in. Whether or not Mayonette was in there she was going in. She hadn't had a good drink in a while.

Cordelia walked in and saw Mayonette sitting at the bar. She walked over to her and sat next to her without a word.

"Why aren't you home protecting the homestead?" She asked her, knowing that she was going to get a look that stated simply: Back off Cordelia.

piosenniel · 05-06-2006, 02:43 PM

The Sixth Wizard's post

"Ah, an Inn ahead," said Garnae as he rode deftly upon the horse, Creon. He had finally finished his training as a Rider, perhaps now he could earn enough money for his family. Anyway, this was a time for celebration. Although he had passed the training through unorthodox methods, defeating opponents with wit and smarts instead of brute force, it was over and he could relax for the first time in a long while. The constant urging of Sandrina Hitherford's greedy Uncle Sam had reminded him that his farm was going broke, and that there were no other buyers. There was really nothing for it; sell the land to him (much of which had already been sold), or join the Riders.

Garnae was sure Sandrina's uncle was assisting in the mysterious demise of his farmland. Cattle went missing, the stream was dirty and crops grew poorly. One day as he ploughed the fields he found a handful of salt, perhaps dropped by a treacherous hand as it fallowed the earth. As much as he tried though, Garnae couldn't ever find Sam or an accomplice at this game, so he could never get him put to justice. It was a hard life on his farm.

But all that might change now that he was a Rider of the Riddermark. Crops could be resown. Watches could be placed on his land, and the nasty character caught. Hopefully life would be good.

Garnae brushed his hand through his blonde hair sighing. The White Horse Inn . Time to put his spirit at ease with a good dose of ale. Garnae didn't drink much, not having many friends. As he entered the wooden door, tying up Creon at the door who whistled annoyedly, he spied a young woman at a table alone. As if driven by fate, he sat next to her...

Glirdan · 05-09-2006, 02:45 PM

As Léoflic turned from the sinking sun, he noticed that more people had walked into the Inn. He looked around and noticed someone sitting in a corner alone. As he looked harder, he realised that it was a woman and she looked rather distraught. He looked, checking to see if she was there with anyone before he made his way slowly over to her.

"Hello miss. It's rather odd to see you sitting there alone and so distraught. May I be of service to you somehow? For I would very much like to help in anyway possible. I can't stand to see someone as beautiful as you in distress," he said with a sly grin on his face. "What ails you?"

Crystal Heart · 05-10-2006, 05:56 AM

Mayonette sighed and looked at Cordelia. She was her best friend, but sometimes Cordelia got the idea that she was her sister or mother instead.

"The homestead is not mine to control. If Uncle wants to come and destroy it out of some queer insanity then me being there will only put me in danger. What more can I do? Alexander has left to find his wife. He shan't be back. That I know very well. Sandrina has been kidnapped, father killed... I can't stay there Cordelia. There is too much that has happened... It is too quiet. Unearthly quiet. The homestead is fine. Don't tell me what to do, Cordelia," she answered her.

Cordelia Harrison · 05-10-2006, 06:01 AM

She sighed and shook her head as she looked down at her hands. She understood that Mayonette was in pain. That she knew, but her abandonment of her home wasn't going to help.

"You have to defend your home and Alexander will bring your sister back. I know it. Have father in your brother-in-law. He was taught swordsmanship by your father and he was by far one of the best. He taught you all the knoweldge that you know. Alexander is a strong man. Yes he is driven by a wild panic for his wife, but that panic will serve him well. You giving up the homestead because of your need to be away from there is selfish, Mayonette," Cordelia advised.

Mithalwen · 05-10-2006, 06:03 AM

Elfride looked up at the young man, startled to be spoken to and a little flustered by the words. In latter years every time she caught sight of her reflection she merely thought how old she looked and before she had only cared that Theo had thought her fair. So the compliment washed over her and she answered that which more concerned her thoughts.

"I thank you, sir, but there is nothing that anyone could do that would help. I have parted from my boy so you must make allowance for a mother's sorrow", Elfride swallowed hard trying to muster the control she habitually exercised in public. But there was kindness as well as mischief in the youth's eyes and she continued, "he has gone with his uncle to learn to be a soldier - I know it is what he wants..." she paused thinking of Elfthain's rapt face listening to tales of war told by his father and uncle and remembered her brother's harsh words to her, the ones that had made her yield "Do you want him to grow up to be a man or a milk-sop tied to his mother's apron strings .... he might stay through love to begin with but in time he would resent you.. soldiering is in his blood he will be never content to be just a farmer.." . Her reserve cracking she finished "It is just that his father and mine both went to war and did not return .... I could not bear it if the same happened to my son". She bit her lip quelling the tears that threatened and adding "but I am being silly, he is only in his tenth year, it will be long ere he could ride to war" . She forced herself to smile and this did give a momentary beauty to her grave face.

The young man was strange to her and she knew most of the people of Edoras by sight at least having lived in the town for most of her childhood and nearby since her marriage. She was sure she would have remembered him since his colouring was darker than usual for the Rohirrim and had he not addressed her in their own tongue she would have thought him perhaps of the folk of Gondor who dwellt the far side of the White Mountains.

"You are not from these parts, I deem, what brings you to Edoras? And may I ask your name? I am Elfride"

Dimturiel · 05-10-2006, 10:07 AM

Edhener was now inside the inn, looking for a place to sit. He saw at a table two women sitting deep in conversation. He knew them both by sight, being sure that he had seen them at his eldest sister's wedding. But it was not from a desire to be remembered and to start a conversation-for he had never felt a smaller urge for company than now- that he went to sit at the table that was nearest to theirs. Their faces were grave and concern was writen on the features of both. What if they had intresting things to tell, things that could bring an answer to his present plight?

As soon as he sat down and turned his attention to their conversation, Edhener thanked his fortune. Why, here was a chance for him to actually do something! Not much, it was true, compared to driving away an army of orcs, and maybe it would not matter at all to some. But at least he had a chance of taking his mind off his grief, at least he had a chance of doing something else than begging for pitty and attention. And maybe, thought Edhener, a triumphant smile on his lips, maybe she would appreciate his contribution to the safety of Rohan. Maybe she would admire him for even such a small deed.

Too deep in thoughts and wild dreams to care if anyone had seen what he was doing or not, he now turned all his attention to the conversation that was held at the next table.

05-06-2006, 02:42 PM	#1
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Witch_Queen's post Thomas was shocked when he heard the news. He looked at his brother, "You mean the Mayonette that we grew up with. How could this happen?" Thomas' brother shrugged his shoulders. He only knew what he was told. "Maybe I can catch her over at her house." His brother looked at Thomas suspiciously. "Tommy I doubt you'll catch her there. I've been told she's going to the White Horse Inn. If you leave now you might be able to see how she is doing." Thomas stood up from his kitchen table. Mayonette had always been a good friend of his when they were little. Thomas went to his room to grab his sword and spear. He some how had a feeling that the spear may come in handy...eventually. "Joe I'm taking Chianna and going to the Inn. Maybe I can find out some more information there." Thomas went out the side door of his little home only to walk straight into the stables. When he decided to build his home he wanted his horse as close to him as possible. So having the stables right out the side door was his best idea at the time. He walked over to his horse, slowly stroking her mane. "Chianna, its time for a nice walk. You can't stay shut-up in this old stable all day can you..." He placed his fathers old leather saddle on the giant animal. Chianna was a beautiful creature, her coat shined in the sun. She was a nutmeg brown and Chianna was Thomas' best friend besides his brother. Thomas mounted his horse and proceeded to the White Horse Inn. All he cared about was making sure his friend was alright. If help was needed he knew he would gladly offer his services. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-09-2006 at 01:44 AM.

05-06-2006, 02:42 PM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Mithalwen's post "Well they have gone, Leif" Elfride murmured turning her face into the grey horse's mane as those she loved most in the world, her son and her brother. Elwin, and his family, finally disappeared from view. Elfthain had looked so happy, the excitement of the adventure for now overriding distress at parting temporarily with his mother. He had wanted to ride Leif himself, disdaining his old pony but this his mother had refused. It was one thing to let him ride his father's warhorse in the paddock at home, another across the open plains of Rohan. As a compromise she had offered him her own horse. The smaller and sweet tempered palfrey would take care of his rider and give her one less thing to worry about but would give her beloved boy the dignity of riding a proper horse. 'Thain had tried to take his father's sword too but Elwin, seeing the distress in his sister's eyes had told him he must earn it first. For Elwin the scene was too close to the one that had taken place but a few yards from this spot three years before when he had led Leif back to Edoras and placed Theomund's sword in his sister's hands. The empty saddle had brutally broken the news of her widowhood before word could be spoken. He wished she would join them on his new assignment. It was not healthy for a young woman to live surrounded by ghosts. He had thought that she would not allow herself to be parted from the boy and trusting to this he had been forceful in his arguements. He had been astounded when she had permitted her son to go without her and refused to explain beyond saying that her affairs at the farm and in the village could not be arranged so quickly. He knew she had promised her son that they would not be long separated and hoped that she would join them ere long. If Elfride was not ready to leave the ghosts of her past, neither was she ready to face them in her otherwise empty house. She would go to the inn and take a meal she felt no hunger for in order to delay her return and avoid the forlorn task of cooking for herself alone later. She entrusted her horse to the ostler and brushing down her blue riding habit she entered the inn. This was rather finer garb than she would have worn had the journey not involved an encounter with her sister in law, of whose refined Gondorian manners Elfride still was somewhat in awe. Many in Edoras thought Elwin, Captain of the Mark, quite good enough a match for a lady's maid. The fact was that Gilwen had been a handmaid of Queen Lothiriel and spoke the elf tongue as easily as the Westron. The sisters in law had grown fond of each other but Elfride still had moments of feeling like a peasant in comparison. The inn was quite busy and she drew little attention in her quiet corner, eating little, absorbed with her own thoughts it was a while before she realised that she was not the only person from the village in the inn. She knew the girls of course, but not especially well. They were not so far apart in age but Elfride felt much older. They were still children when she had arrived as a young bride and her swift progression to motherhood had placed her more often in the the circles of older matrons than younger maids. They were nice girls but she was not sure she wanted company just now and it seemed as if they had concerns of their own. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-09-2006 at 01:45 AM.

05-06-2006, 02:42 PM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cordelia Harrison's post She had gone to Mayonette's estate, but couldn't find her there. Now she was standing in front of the White Horse Inn, just contemplating on whether or not she should go in. She sighed deeply and decided to go in. Whether or not Mayonette was in there she was going in. She hadn't had a good drink in a while. Cordelia walked in and saw Mayonette sitting at the bar. She walked over to her and sat next to her without a word. "Why aren't you home protecting the homestead?" She asked her, knowing that she was going to get a look that stated simply: Back off Cordelia. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-09-2006 at 01:42 AM.

05-06-2006, 02:43 PM	#4
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The Sixth Wizard's post "Ah, an Inn ahead," said Garnae as he rode deftly upon the horse, Creon. He had finally finished his training as a Rider, perhaps now he could earn enough money for his family. Anyway, this was a time for celebration. Although he had passed the training through unorthodox methods, defeating opponents with wit and smarts instead of brute force, it was over and he could relax for the first time in a long while. The constant urging of Sandrina Hitherford's greedy Uncle Sam had reminded him that his farm was going broke, and that there were no other buyers. There was really nothing for it; sell the land to him (much of which had already been sold), or join the Riders. Garnae was sure Sandrina's uncle was assisting in the mysterious demise of his farmland. Cattle went missing, the stream was dirty and crops grew poorly. One day as he ploughed the fields he found a handful of salt, perhaps dropped by a treacherous hand as it fallowed the earth. As much as he tried though, Garnae couldn't ever find Sam or an accomplice at this game, so he could never get him put to justice. It was a hard life on his farm. But all that might change now that he was a Rider of the Riddermark. Crops could be resown. Watches could be placed on his land, and the nasty character caught. Hopefully life would be good. Garnae brushed his hand through his blonde hair sighing. The White Horse Inn . Time to put his spirit at ease with a good dose of ale. Garnae didn't drink much, not having many friends. As he entered the wooden door, tying up Creon at the door who whistled annoyedly, he spied a young woman at a table alone. As if driven by fate, he sat next to her... Last edited by piosenniel; 05-09-2006 at 01:46 AM.

05-09-2006, 02:45 PM	#5
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	As Léoflic turned from the sinking sun, he noticed that more people had walked into the Inn. He looked around and noticed someone sitting in a corner alone. As he looked harder, he realised that it was a woman and she looked rather distraught. He looked, checking to see if she was there with anyone before he made his way slowly over to her. "Hello miss. It's rather odd to see you sitting there alone and so distraught. May I be of service to you somehow? For I would very much like to help in anyway possible. I can't stand to see someone as beautiful as you in distress," he said with a sly grin on his face. "What ails you?" Last edited by piosenniel; 05-10-2006 at 01:59 AM.

05-10-2006, 05:56 AM	#6
Crystal Heart Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Rohan Posts: 568	Mayonette sighed and looked at Cordelia. She was her best friend, but sometimes Cordelia got the idea that she was her sister or mother instead. "The homestead is not mine to control. If Uncle wants to come and destroy it out of some queer insanity then me being there will only put me in danger. What more can I do? Alexander has left to find his wife. He shan't be back. That I know very well. Sandrina has been kidnapped, father killed... I can't stay there Cordelia. There is too much that has happened... It is too quiet. Unearthly quiet. The homestead is fine. Don't tell me what to do, Cordelia," she answered her. Last edited by Crystal Heart; 05-10-2006 at 08:34 AM.

05-10-2006, 06:01 AM	#7
Cordelia Harrison Wight Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 126	She sighed and shook her head as she looked down at her hands. She understood that Mayonette was in pain. That she knew, but her abandonment of her home wasn't going to help. "You have to defend your home and Alexander will bring your sister back. I know it. Have father in your brother-in-law. He was taught swordsmanship by your father and he was by far one of the best. He taught you all the knoweldge that you know. Alexander is a strong man. Yes he is driven by a wild panic for his wife, but that panic will serve him well. You giving up the homestead because of your need to be away from there is selfish, Mayonette," Cordelia advised. Last edited by Cordelia Harrison; 05-10-2006 at 08:40 AM.

05-10-2006, 06:03 AM	#8
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	Elfride looked up at the young man, startled to be spoken to and a little flustered by the words. In latter years every time she caught sight of her reflection she merely thought how old she looked and before she had only cared that Theo had thought her fair. So the compliment washed over her and she answered that which more concerned her thoughts. "I thank you, sir, but there is nothing that anyone could do that would help. I have parted from my boy so you must make allowance for a mother's sorrow", Elfride swallowed hard trying to muster the control she habitually exercised in public. But there was kindness as well as mischief in the youth's eyes and she continued, "he has gone with his uncle to learn to be a soldier - I know it is what he wants..." she paused thinking of Elfthain's rapt face listening to tales of war told by his father and uncle and remembered her brother's harsh words to her, the ones that had made her yield "Do you want him to grow up to be a man or a milk-sop tied to his mother's apron strings .... he might stay through love to begin with but in time he would resent you.. soldiering is in his blood he will be never content to be just a farmer.." . Her reserve cracking she finished "It is just that his father and mine both went to war and did not return .... I could not bear it if the same happened to my son". She bit her lip quelling the tears that threatened and adding "but I am being silly, he is only in his tenth year, it will be long ere he could ride to war" . She forced herself to smile and this did give a momentary beauty to her grave face. The young man was strange to her and she knew most of the people of Edoras by sight at least having lived in the town for most of her childhood and nearby since her marriage. She was sure she would have remembered him since his colouring was darker than usual for the Rohirrim and had he not addressed her in their own tongue she would have thought him perhaps of the folk of Gondor who dwellt the far side of the White Mountains. "You are not from these parts, I deem, what brings you to Edoras? And may I ask your name? I am Elfride"

05-10-2006, 10:07 AM	#9
Dimturiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2005 Location: the road less travelled by Posts: 910	Edhener was now inside the inn, looking for a place to sit. He saw at a table two women sitting deep in conversation. He knew them both by sight, being sure that he had seen them at his eldest sister's wedding. But it was not from a desire to be remembered and to start a conversation-for he had never felt a smaller urge for company than now- that he went to sit at the table that was nearest to theirs. Their faces were grave and concern was writen on the features of both. What if they had intresting things to tell, things that could bring an answer to his present plight? As soon as he sat down and turned his attention to their conversation, Edhener thanked his fortune. Why, here was a chance for him to actually do something! Not much, it was true, compared to driving away an army of orcs, and maybe it would not matter at all to some. But at least he had a chance of taking his mind off his grief, at least he had a chance of doing something else than begging for pitty and attention. And maybe, thought Edhener, a triumphant smile on his lips, maybe she would appreciate his contribution to the safety of Rohan. Maybe she would admire him for even such a small deed. Too deep in thoughts and wild dreams to care if anyone had seen what he was doing or not, he now turned all his attention to the conversation that was held at the next table.