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

Angel_Queen · 05-23-2006, 11:02 PM

Despite how much Lewis tried to hide it, Ravon knew Lewis was worried. "Lewis, my love no reason to fret. What the doctor told me was wonderful news. To you it may not be all that wonderful but to me it is." Suddenly the expression on Lewis' face changed. Ravon had been tired from all the travel and now she was home, she had a chance to relax.

"Lewis you remember how we've been talking about adding onto the house. I think its time we go ahead and plan on the addition. We're going to need the extra room." Ravon paused, she knew the suspense was about to kill Lewis and she loved it.

Lewis looked at her, he couldn't keep from talking any longer. "It can't be? Does this mean that?"

Ravon looked at Lewis trying to keep from laughing. "Yes Lewis this means your going to be a father." Ravon had interrupted Lewis before he got a chance to say what he was really meaning.

"No... Does this mean that Jonathan... WHAT.... You, ME... I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!" Ravon couldn't refrain any longer. Her need to laugh was too much. Ravon nodded her head and couldn't speak another word.

JennyHallu · 05-24-2006, 11:22 AM

Lossë cursed mentally. There was no way to pretend she had been attempting anything less than pickpocketing the man; her slim hands still gripped the leather of his purse, as his fierce blue-grey eyes bored intently into her. She froze, more out of frustration and caution than fear, and her grey eyes blazed.

"It's not wise to try and pick a Ranger's purse, young lady," the man growled at her. "Though I'll indulge your pride and say that you would have gotten away with it, if the Valar hadn't given me the urge to move at that moment. I'll confess to being curious though. What's a daughter of Men- and one with blood of Númenor at that- doing picking pockets in the heart of the Shire?"

Lossë tried to struggle against his arm, but her captor was far stronger than the slim girl. Her eyes cast about for a possible rescuer as she listened with half an ear to the man's gruff voice. She didn't dare say a word.

"So stay and sit for a moment, and I'll let go, you young kitten! I'm old and lonely and you have the look of a girl who's somewhat lonely herself. And I'd like to indulge my curiosity, although..." Estahir's voice trailed off here. "... although that's gotten me into trouble in the past."

Lossë's natural curiousity perked up at that, and when the man bid her leave if she please and released her arm, she stayed, folding her hands in front of her with a lady-like demur. "I'm Lossë, sir. I'm from Minas Tirith, out here so as to keep out of trouble I can't handle." A flash of grey eyes into sudden stormy blue gave the man a quick glimpse of the lass's true personality: fiery and vivid. "And I'm not sorry for trying to take your coin. I'm having a bad day: probably couldn't lift a trinket off a corpse if this luck holds."

Formendacil · 05-25-2006, 08:20 PM

"I'm Lossë, sir. I'm from Minas Tirith, out here so as to keep out of trouble I can't handle." Estahir may have changed his mind over the years about the benefits of curiosity, but he was not yet above being curious. What Father, Mother, or Guardian sent their daughter to the Shire, of all places? It may have excelled at staying out of trouble, but their daughter would be like a horse among donkeys, and it was a terribly long way from Minas Tirith. Far easier to send a troublesome child to the country somewhere.

And then there were the rumours in Arnor that the King Elessar planned, someday, to forbid the travel of Men in the Shire. However, it seemed likely that such rumours were unheard in Minas Tirith. What concern was it to the Gondorians if the Shire were forbidden to Men? Before he could wonder any further, his attention snapped back to Lossë.

"And I'm not sorry for trying to take your coin. I'm having a bad day: probably couldn't lift a trinket off a corpse if this luck holds."

"And that would be such a bad thing?" Estahir raised his eyebrow. "I'll admit, girl, that I probably see things a bit differently than you. I'm no thief- although the Men of Bree would have told you differently about twenty years ago, before the War- and so can't really see it from your point of view. You're clearly well-born, what need have you got of money so badly that you steal?"

Estahir shook his head, thinking more of himself than the slip of a girl he was talking to. Would that he had heeded his own advice! What need had he had of the Horde of Angelimir?

But after it he had gone anyway...

Imladris had not disappointed Estahir at all. The Lord Elrond's library, left virtually intact for the benefit of the Northern Realm, had indeed yielded some information on Angelimir of Nenuial.

Angelimir, it had turned out, was a Councillor of the Realm during the reign of Arvedui. They were of an age, and it seemed that in his younger days, during the reign of Araphant, Angelimir had travelled far and wide. He had fought with Eärnil at the Battle of the Camp, routing the Easterlings, and had spoken as one of Arvedui's proponents to the Council of Gondor that had rejected Arvedui's claim as king. Angelimir had returned to Arthedain, and during the last years of Araphant's reign, had been Governor of Tharbad and Southern Cardolan. Despite very limited resources, strained by the war against Angmar, Angelimir had managed to do some exploration and cartography of the Enedwaith, the No-Man's Land between Arnor and Gondor.

During this time, it seemed, Angelimir had been entrusted with an extremely large sum of money, from the treasury in Fornost, which he was to build a new treasury for somewhere in southern Cardolan- where it would be further away from the battlefront and thus less vulnerable to enemy attacks. It was the fear of Araphant that Angmar would break through and take the north of Arnor, but he hoped to hold out in the south until reinforcements could be called from Gondor or the Elves.

The histories, Estahir had noted with irritation, had been very helpless on what had happened to the treasure thereafter. It seemed that about this time Araphant had passed away, and Arvedui had become king. The war had intensified, and no men could be spared to build or maintain a treasury near Tharbad. Angelimir had been recalled to Fornost to sit on the council.

Angelimir had been one of the lucky few to escape the sack of Fornost. He had been one of Arvedui's company on the retreat towards Fornobel, but had ended up being seperated with few companions, and retreating across the Lhûn. He had holed up in an old Dwarven mine until spring, when Prince Eärnur and his Gondorian army had arrived and destroyed Angmar for good.

After that, there were no records of Angelimir. Lord Elrond had kept only the barest of records concerning the Dúnedain of the North after the death of Arvedui. It seemed that he would likely have become one of the founding Rangers, with both his wide experience as a traveller and lord of the realm to draw on. He would likely have been one of the chief aides of the Heir of the North, Aranarth.

Estahir had no way to prove it, but he suspected that it was at this time that the money he had been entrusted with in Tharbad had been moved to it's final location, the map to which had finally ended up in his hands. It would have made sense for the treasury to have been hidden in trust for the Return of the King, just as the scepter, Elendilmir, and the shards of Narsil were entrusted to Elrond for safekeeping.

And so Estahir had begun to research more deeply Angelimir's earlier history, the lands he had travelled, and the places he had known, hoping to find a location that resembled the one portrayed on the rag of a map.

Thoughts of his quest in mind, Estahir shook his head and looked at Lossë.

"What's the harm of asking, if you truly need the money? It's less shameful than theft."- and wiser than treasure hunts, he thought.

05-24-2006, 11:22 AM	#2
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,628	Lossë cursed mentally. There was no way to pretend she had been attempting anything less than pickpocketing the man; her slim hands still gripped the leather of his purse, as his fierce blue-grey eyes bored intently into her. She froze, more out of frustration and caution than fear, and her grey eyes blazed. "It's not wise to try and pick a Ranger's purse, young lady," the man growled at her. "Though I'll indulge your pride and say that you would have gotten away with it, if the Valar hadn't given me the urge to move at that moment. I'll confess to being curious though. What's a daughter of Men- and one with blood of Númenor at that- doing picking pockets in the heart of the Shire?" Lossë tried to struggle against his arm, but her captor was far stronger than the slim girl. Her eyes cast about for a possible rescuer as she listened with half an ear to the man's gruff voice. She didn't dare say a word. "So stay and sit for a moment, and I'll let go, you young kitten! I'm old and lonely and you have the look of a girl who's somewhat lonely herself. And I'd like to indulge my curiosity, although..." Estahir's voice trailed off here. "... although that's gotten me into trouble in the past." Lossë's natural curiousity perked up at that, and when the man bid her leave if she please and released her arm, she stayed, folding her hands in front of her with a lady-like demur. "I'm Lossë, sir. I'm from Minas Tirith, out here so as to keep out of trouble I can't handle." A flash of grey eyes into sudden stormy blue gave the man a quick glimpse of the lass's true personality: fiery and vivid. "And I'm not sorry for trying to take your coin. I'm having a bad day: probably couldn't lift a trinket off a corpse if this luck holds." __________________ <=== Lookee, lookee, lots of IM handles!

05-23-2006, 11:02 PM	#1
Angel_Queen Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: cloud in the sky Posts: 36	Despite how much Lewis tried to hide it, Ravon knew Lewis was worried. "Lewis, my love no reason to fret. What the doctor told me was wonderful news. To you it may not be all that wonderful but to me it is." Suddenly the expression on Lewis' face changed. Ravon had been tired from all the travel and now she was home, she had a chance to relax. "Lewis you remember how we've been talking about adding onto the house. I think its time we go ahead and plan on the addition. We're going to need the extra room." Ravon paused, she knew the suspense was about to kill Lewis and she loved it. Lewis looked at her, he couldn't keep from talking any longer. "It can't be? Does this mean that?" Ravon looked at Lewis trying to keep from laughing. "Yes Lewis this means your going to be a father." Ravon had interrupted Lewis before he got a chance to say what he was really meaning. "No... Does this mean that Jonathan... WHAT.... You, ME... I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!" Ravon couldn't refrain any longer. Her need to laugh was too much. Ravon nodded her head and couldn't speak another word. __________________ When life throws you lemons make lemonade. But when life throws you a rotten tomato throw it at life. Life is sweet enjoy it, that is unless its a lemon, then its sour.

05-25-2006, 08:20 PM	#3
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	"I'm Lossë, sir. I'm from Minas Tirith, out here so as to keep out of trouble I can't handle." Estahir may have changed his mind over the years about the benefits of curiosity, but he was not yet above being curious. What Father, Mother, or Guardian sent their daughter to the Shire, of all places? It may have excelled at staying out of trouble, but their daughter would be like a horse among donkeys, and it was a terribly long way from Minas Tirith. Far easier to send a troublesome child to the country somewhere. And then there were the rumours in Arnor that the King Elessar planned, someday, to forbid the travel of Men in the Shire. However, it seemed likely that such rumours were unheard in Minas Tirith. What concern was it to the Gondorians if the Shire were forbidden to Men? Before he could wonder any further, his attention snapped back to Lossë. "And I'm not sorry for trying to take your coin. I'm having a bad day: probably couldn't lift a trinket off a corpse if this luck holds." "And that would be such a bad thing?" Estahir raised his eyebrow. "I'll admit, girl, that I probably see things a bit differently than you. I'm no thief- although the Men of Bree would have told you differently about twenty years ago, before the War- and so can't really see it from your point of view. You're clearly well-born, what need have you got of money so badly that you steal?" Estahir shook his head, thinking more of himself than the slip of a girl he was talking to. Would that he had heeded his own advice! What need had he had of the Horde of Angelimir? But after it he had gone anyway... Imladris had not disappointed Estahir at all. The Lord Elrond's library, left virtually intact for the benefit of the Northern Realm, had indeed yielded some information on Angelimir of Nenuial. Angelimir, it had turned out, was a Councillor of the Realm during the reign of Arvedui. They were of an age, and it seemed that in his younger days, during the reign of Araphant, Angelimir had travelled far and wide. He had fought with Eärnil at the Battle of the Camp, routing the Easterlings, and had spoken as one of Arvedui's proponents to the Council of Gondor that had rejected Arvedui's claim as king. Angelimir had returned to Arthedain, and during the last years of Araphant's reign, had been Governor of Tharbad and Southern Cardolan. Despite very limited resources, strained by the war against Angmar, Angelimir had managed to do some exploration and cartography of the Enedwaith, the No-Man's Land between Arnor and Gondor. During this time, it seemed, Angelimir had been entrusted with an extremely large sum of money, from the treasury in Fornost, which he was to build a new treasury for somewhere in southern Cardolan- where it would be further away from the battlefront and thus less vulnerable to enemy attacks. It was the fear of Araphant that Angmar would break through and take the north of Arnor, but he hoped to hold out in the south until reinforcements could be called from Gondor or the Elves. The histories, Estahir had noted with irritation, had been very helpless on what had happened to the treasure thereafter. It seemed that about this time Araphant had passed away, and Arvedui had become king. The war had intensified, and no men could be spared to build or maintain a treasury near Tharbad. Angelimir had been recalled to Fornost to sit on the council. Angelimir had been one of the lucky few to escape the sack of Fornost. He had been one of Arvedui's company on the retreat towards Fornobel, but had ended up being seperated with few companions, and retreating across the Lhûn. He had holed up in an old Dwarven mine until spring, when Prince Eärnur and his Gondorian army had arrived and destroyed Angmar for good. After that, there were no records of Angelimir. Lord Elrond had kept only the barest of records concerning the Dúnedain of the North after the death of Arvedui. It seemed that he would likely have become one of the founding Rangers, with both his wide experience as a traveller and lord of the realm to draw on. He would likely have been one of the chief aides of the Heir of the North, Aranarth. Estahir had no way to prove it, but he suspected that it was at this time that the money he had been entrusted with in Tharbad had been moved to it's final location, the map to which had finally ended up in his hands. It would have made sense for the treasury to have been hidden in trust for the Return of the King, just as the scepter, Elendilmir, and the shards of Narsil were entrusted to Elrond for safekeeping. And so Estahir had begun to research more deeply Angelimir's earlier history, the lands he had travelled, and the places he had known, hoping to find a location that resembled the one portrayed on the rag of a map. Thoughts of his quest in mind, Estahir shook his head and looked at Lossë. "What's the harm of asking, if you truly need the money? It's less shameful than theft."- and wiser than treasure hunts, he thought.