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on: November 11, 2015 05:15
Meri continued to lie still on the ground with her sleeping cousin held tight in her arms. She thought she heard a change in the ripples of sound washing over her, as if some new creature, or creatures, had come to these woods. Still she paid no heed to the world, until she was roused from her waking sleep by her instincts to survive telling her that she was being attacked. Still, her instincts would not have kept her alive, so she was glad, and slightly surprised, when the orc, who had just slammed into her as she hurriedly tried to stand, was slain by an arrow. She looked around wildly, trying to see where the archer was, but she was disorientated and still exhausted, so she sat down again.

Meri was ashamed to have been resting while others fought, ashamed that for a while she had forgotten all of them, ashamed that she had not been protecting Beri, and ashamed that when the orc had attacked her, she had let go of her cousin and left her to lie in the dust. Beri was still sleeping, so exhausted was she. Meri took off her short cape and put it under Beri's head to make her more comfortable, then stood in front of her, ready to defend her at all costs. But the battle seemed to be dying down. There were few orcs still standing, and none near her, so she sat down again, closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again the night was quieter and calmer, and there seemed more clouds than there had been before.
If anyone had happened to look out of a window on the east side of the palace, they might have noticed two figures in the darkness, dancing in a square bordered by living plants, out of time with the dancers inside but perfectly in time with each other.
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on: November 12, 2015 10:24
"Hantanyel, your presence spared us a confrontation with that beast."

Imrothon raised an eyebrow, and inclined his head slightly. Lessons in manners came back to him, "It was nothing," he replied.

He glanced at the other elleth, looking at her weapon that was pointed at him. She was taller than him, most elves were, but he could disarm her if necessary. Shaking his head he thought again, he didn't need to think that way. Spinning around he impaled another orc on his spear.
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on: November 12, 2015 11:41
As Linriel thanked the newcomer, Itarildë wondered whether to soften her defensive stance or not. Naturally she was wary of unnanounced strangers, but as Linriel had already been welcoming to him, she had no choice but to relax... a little anyway. The brown-haired elf was surprisingly shorter than her, and had a strange look in his eyes. However, Ildë heard in the back of her mind, a little voice telling her he certainly nice to look at. She shook the thought away immeadiately and put the familiar Half-Elven frown back in its rightful place.

"It was nothing," the newcomer said to Linriel before turning to glance at Itarildë. He seemed to give her a once-over, before turning to skewer another orc on his spear.

Ildë watched quietly, then just as she went to speak herself, she heard another orc rustling a little further off behind Linriel. Sheathing her short sword, she deftly grasped her bow, and let loose an arrow straight between the unsuspecting orc's eyes.

Two can show off their skill, mellon... she thought, then just as instantly, wondered why she felt the need to prove herself to him.

"You handle a spear well," she spoke to this strange new elf, then couldn't think of much else to say. He made her feel... out of sorts. She turned her head just as she felt an unfamiliar flame in her cheeks, that she was certain Linriel must have seen.

[Edited on 11/13/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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on: November 12, 2015 12:05
Bildarion slashed at the last Orc that was attacking him and then ran to Eleniel's side. He smiled slightly as he noticed his daughter was quite skilled in combat. But she did not learn this from me. I will spend more time with her on this journey. I need to get to know her again. "Qualme cotumonyain." he called out to Eleniel as her arrow found it's mark.

The company was getting weary but only a few Orcs remained. Bildarion sought out Linriel and noticed another unknown Elf slay an approaching Orc. It appears some introductions and thanks are in order when this battle ends. The stately Elf looked at all the combatants and was relieved to see none were seriously hurt, except for Linriel. He knew Itarilde's quick actions saved the maiden's life and he was thankful.

Bildarion longed for the happy days and warm nights he spent with Linriel when they lived in Lorien. Why did I ever leave? Why didn't I just tell her what was going on? Galadriel! She was the one who decided Linriel must not know and to what end? Linriel might not ever trust me again. He suddenly remembered someone. Thurinlass! Where is he? Bildarion reflected on the way Thruinlass and Galadriel had a very tense relationship. No more. I am finished with all of this. It is time for peace in my life.

He started walking to Linriel, Itarilde and the Elf who dropped from the trees.
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on: November 12, 2015 11:45
"You handle a spear well."

Imrothon arched an eyebrow at the brown-haired elleth, "Thank you."

He was still trying to figure out what kind of group of elves and men this was. They were skilled warriors, yet there was something about their attitudes that proved that they were not a mercenary group. Travelers, maybe, there were not many travelers these days. Two men there were in the camp, one full-grown the other yet a boy, Elves did not usually travel with men. There were several elleths, so perhaps this was a escort going to one of the elven cities and these men had joined for safety reasons or arrived for the fight.

Imrothon stiffened as another elf approached, maybe one of the ladies guards. Every instinct screamed for him to raise his spear in defense, but he lowered the point, keeping a close watch on the remaining orcs instead.
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on: November 13, 2015 12:41
"Thank you." The brown-haired newcomer replied. He remained quiet, scrutinising the rest of the group, clearly watching for more orcs, then visibly stiffened as Bildarion appeared. Itarildë also unconsciously stiffened and her hand went towards the hilt of her short-sword against her will. The blond-haired elf set her on edge in every way possible.

"Bildarion,"She greeted him stiffly, before re-arranging her hair, which had disordered itself from its style. The battle was seemingly over in their vicinity, and further away Írimë, Harn and the Man seemed to be handling their last few hordes well.

Silmë moved towards the brown-haired elf before Itarildë could stop him, and began snuffing at him, before nudging the newcomer playfully. He waited expectantly, as if waiting for the new elf to acknowledge him.

"Silmë!" she clicked at her horse, her frown deepening. In response, he proceeded to ignore her and nudged the new elf forwards.

"It seems Silmë wishes me to introduce us." Ildë bowed slightly instead of curtsying, and also included Bildarion, realising they had never been formally introduced. "I am Itarildë, from the House of Lord Elrond. This is Linriel, of Lothlórien. Le nathlam hí."

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OOC: "Le nathlam hí" is the reverential Sindarin for "we welcome you here".

[Edited on 11/13/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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on: November 14, 2015 03:08
Írimë cut down a first orc, then another and another. Though she had lived in the safety of Imladris for most of her life, she had not neglected her training. "It is important to be ready for anything," Lord Elrond had always said, and this was again proving to be true. She blocked a blow with one sword and struck the beast down with a sideways blow from the other. The only thought in her mind was to protect the sleeping cousins behind her.

Engaged by a foe, she did not see the orc close in on Harn until its severed body lay at her feet. That could have been the boy! Who is his rescuer? Her eyes darted to the human that had threatened her and Harn in the woods. "I am glad we share a common enemy!" she called to him, driving a sword into another orc.

She heard a gasp from behind her, followed by the zip of an arrow. Whirling around, the maiden found a dazed Meri sitting on the ground; in front of her an orc lay dead with an Elven arrow sprouting from its chest. A quick glance told her the arrow was not one of the cousin's, nor Itarildë's. It seemed fate had drawn newcomers in to help the weary group. Eleniel, Harn, and Eurion fought close to her, for which she was grateful. Her strength would not have held out had she been fighting alone. But where are Linriel and Itarildë? Her blue eyes scanned the trees, filled with concern. Finally she saw Linriel sitting atop Itarildë's horse, and sickening pain filled her stomach at the sight of the blood staining her tunic. Itarildë stood guard over Linriel, which relieved Írimë: she knew no evil creature would get past her friend. Another Elf was with them, whom she did not recognize. It does not matter who these newcomers are: I am glad for their aid.

The battle wore on and Írimë felt herself weakening. It had been weeks - no, months - since she had felt at peace, had truly rested. Her search for her mother had been fruitless - somehow Írimë knew that she was dead, though she did not want to admit this to herself. Her dreams were filled with visions and nightmares that could have been memories, but when she awoke they hovered just out of reach of her grasping mind. This, added to the past two sleepless days, one filled with living nightmares, led her to the point of utter exhaustion. She stumbled under the relentless blows of the enemy within and without. The horror...the death...her vision blurred as she sank to the blood-steeped ground.

She was standing in a house, the cries of battle echoing through the walls. A tall elf stood above her, a look of deep sadness on his face.

"Stay here, Írimë. Evil creatures are coming into our city and I must fight them."
Nolwëion ran his hand through his daughter's long hair and she looked up at his face. Were those tears in his eyes? Her father never cried.
"Ada, are you sad?"

He lifted the small elfling up and held her close. "No, daughter. I am proud. I am proud of what you are and what you will be. But Írimë, I may not see you again for some time. If you remember nothing else of me, remember this: I love you dearly." He squeezed her tightly for a moment longer and set her down. She looked on as he took his twin blades from the carved chest and knelt before her, his large hands shaking a little as he strapped the swords across her back.
"I pray you will never need these, Írimë, but the time may come that you do. Tireth will take you to Rivendell, where you will be safe. Be strong, my beautiful princess. No i Melain na le." He said, kissing her cheek gently. Then he was gone. A moment later she heard his strong voice rise above the din of steel on steel: "Maetho ‘nin gurth!"


The image grew darker and sounds of battle faded from her thoughts. At last...rest.

[Edited on 11/14/2015 by Eruwestiel_Evensong]
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on: November 16, 2015 03:20
Eurion was exhausted but determined to fight until the last had been killed. He saw a blur of brown hair and identified it as yet another Elf. In all truth, he was starting to get a little tired of Elves and was wishing for a Dwarf of all things.

At least they knew how to be merry and drunk 99% of the time. He yanked his sword out of the chest of another orc and decided to head back to camp.

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As he walked back, he saw the short, brown haired Elf that had arrived sometime during the fight. I Hate greetings! he thought as he moved towards the growing fire. He laid his sword down and observed what was going on.

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He sat in the night and thought of home, of family, . . . and of his love. Standing up, he decided to patrol the permitter. Whistling, he called his black and brown steed. He took up his bow, quiver, and sword.

Mounting, he took off into the night, to the edge of the forest, thinking of the elf that melted his heart.

[Edited on 11/24/2015 by Green51leaf]
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on: November 29, 2015 12:19
All was still. No more sounds of clanging swords or arrows reaching their mark. No more grunts and growls.

Linriel watched the Ranger finish off the last Orc and she was glad the battle was finally over. She looked around and it seemed everyone survived. She noticed there were strangers among them. Strangers who joined in and helped gain victory over the hateful Orcs. Linriel realized she had a slight pain in her side but knew, thanks to Itarilde, that it would pass quickly. Meldir nickered and she stroked his neck. "All is well, my friend. We have victory and now we can rest."

Bildarion paused to thank Itarilde for helping Linriel but added, "I must tend to the bodies of these foul creatures. Thank you for helping Linriel." He went to Linriel and whispered something to her and then left the group and began to make a pile of the dead Orcs. He checked the bodies for anything useful. He held a sword in his hand, looked at the crudeness of it and cast it down. Eleniel joined him and also looked at the Orc weaponry. "They are ill made, Ada, but can do much harm." She began to help her father, happy the battle was over and eager to join the others for food and fellowship.

It seemed all was well with the small company as Linriel looked to Irime who was with Meri and Beri and another Elf. She watched as Eurion mounted his steed and ride off and she wondered if he would return. She spoke to Itarilde. "Hantanyel, Itarilde for your help and thanks to you as well, stranger. Welcome. Let us prepare a fire and a meal. We have fought long and hard." Linriel moved away from Meldir, ignoring the pain in her side and started to gather branches for a fire. She noticed Harn standing off to the side, and she called out to him. "Harn, help me gather some wood." The boy seemed to be deep in thought and did not answer. Linriel shrugged and prepared the fire without him.

Everyone found something to do and it wasn't long before the scent of roasting meat filled the air.
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on: December 03, 2015 10:55
Hirnaeranin had gotten closer to what he soon figured out was a campsite. The sounds of battle had faded, and from this distance he could see scattered figures, none rushing by the looks of it.

Hirnaeranin edged closer to the camp, then saw a familiar red head of hair before him. Lady Írimë? Could it be? He knew Lady Arwen's hand-maiden had left Imladris of her own will, but he also knew that she was a friend of Itarildë's, which meant it was highly likely, the Half-Elven maiden was here. His heart betrayed him by skipping a beat... he couldn't be nervous now, surely?

Narroch suddenly nudged Sirdal's nose, then left their company, seemingly having found her owners. Sirdal snuffed a little sadly, but quickly stiffened his neck and followed her towards the campsite.

Hirnaeranin dismounted then watched his horse, before heading to the centre of the camp where a fire had been started. He could see an Elven maiden with hair like moonlight, and a Man, his sword by his side. He walked towards them so they could see his approach, his hands in surrender position.

"Mae g'ovannen, friends. I mean no harm. I have been sent on an errand by Lord Elrond and the Lady Galadriel." He bowed deeply, clasped the Man's hand in greeting, then finally kissed the hand of the white-haired maiden. "I am Hirnaeranin, envoy of Imladris."

[Edited on 12/04/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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on: December 04, 2015 02:31
Eurion had just completed his circuit and sat down by the fire. As he looked up to find his pipe, he saw another elf walking out of the forest. Oh Great! Just Perfect! Another Elf! Just what we need, he thought as the new elf entered camp and and showed himself to be friendly.

Greeting the envoy, he thought, This place just gets merrier all the time. He wanted to see another human. He wanted to go off and roam the wild by himself... he wanted to see his love, elf though she be.

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on: December 04, 2015 03:29
Hirnaeranin saw the disapproving look in the Man's eyes, and tried not to smile knowingly. Judging by the group Hirnaeranin could see, he was the only Man within the company, so it had to be quite tiring being surrounded by Elves, to then see another join them. Hirnaeranin dug into a bag he'd taken from Sirdal's saddle, and brandished a bottle of ale he'd decided to carry with him. Once again, he had Legolas to blame for his drinking habits... the Elves of Mirkwood were terrible drunks these days.

"My journey has been long, and judging by the fallen corpses around the perimeter, your night has been hard, friends. May I offer you some merriment to end your day?"

He still couldn't see Lady Itarildë, but he was sure she would turn up shortly. The Half-Elven maiden wasn't known for leaving her companions alone for long, though she did have the habit of wandering off for some solace. A trait inherited from her grandfather no doubt.

"I couldn't tell you its origin. All I know is that it works wonders to the mind!"
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on: December 05, 2015 03:32
Linriel could not contain her smile as the handsome Elf took her hand. She heard a snort behind her and knew it was Bildarion. "Vande omentaina, Hirnaeranin. Essenya, Linriel." The newcomer nodded and drew a bottle of ale from his pack.

"Please join us, we have plenty of food. Everyone can introduce themselves. From where do you hail and what brings you here?" the maiden asked Hirnaeranin.

Bildarion piled some meat on a plate and held it to Hirnaeranin. "I am Bildarion and call Lorien my home.. It is good to have you join us. We are all weary from fighting the Orcs and now look to have some fellowship and rest. We will be making our way to Imladris when we leave here. I see you have ale. I will add a flagon of wine." The stately Elf left and went to his horse.

Linriel sat on a fallen tree trunk, happy to have food and good company. The ache in her side was subsiding and she looked for Itarilde but did not see her. Bildarion returned with wine and offered a small mug to Linriel. "If you do not mind Bildarion, it would please me to have a cup of ale....something I have not had in a long time." Bildarion smiled and sat next to the lovely Elf. "Then I shall drink the wine, fair maiden." He looked deeply into Linriel's turquoise eyes and wondered if she could see the love he still had for her in his.

[Edited on 12/06/2015 by Lindarielwen]
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on: December 05, 2015 09:04
Imrothon smiled and rubbed Silmë's neck, inclinging his head to Ildë. Thinking back to where he left his horse he turned to the maid, knowing that she was a skilled warrior.
"I'm Imrothon," he stated, pausing a minute. "Of the Gray Havens. Would you like to accompany me to retrieve my horse? Perhaps you could tell me were you were trained with that short sword?"
At her nod, they walked to where he left Aira talking over short swords.


Harn watched the last orc fall, and stayed still, not bothering to clean his sword. When he finally did, he moved mechanically, as if something else was controlling his thoughts. Looking back at the others, he slipped away. He needed to get away, before something bad happened.

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The Whisperer closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them to glare at the orc. "What do you mean?" It hissed.
"They killed my company," the orc lowered its head. "I escaped only by chance."
"Fool!" it screeched.
In a flash, the Whisperer had unsheathed a sword and sliced the orc's head off. Watching it bounce to the ground, It sighed.
"Lord Elrond suspects something," It talked quietly. "The Scethen has come within his gaze but he cannot see it just yet."
She leaned back against a tree and started planning.
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HiRnaeranin smiled as the beautiful maiden whose name he had learned was Linriel greeted him in Quenya, a language he had not heard for many years. As he went to respond to her questions, a blond elf who seemed quite protective of Linriel came over and introduced himself. He gave Hirnaeranin an interesting look before fetching some wine. I hope he realises I have no interest in stealing Linriel's heart, Hirnaeranin thought to himself, while sipping the ale. It was then he realised what Bildarion had said. Imladris? But he had just come from there!

"Lady Linriel, Bildarion," he said, handing her some of the ale, then touched cups with his new companions. "You asked why I had come. I'm an envoy from Imladris, as it so happens. I was sent by my Lord Elrond to give something to his granddaughter, the elusive Lady Itarildë. I was under the impression she had joined your company, but I seem to have been mistaken." At the mention of her name, Hirnaeranin couldn't help but run a hand through his black hair nervously while checking the treeline once more for her.

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Itarildë had been shocked at Silmë's forward behaviour towards Imrothon, the brown-haired elf with whom Linriel had left her alone. She had tried to hide her intial interest in him, by feigning practiced indifference, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her.

"Would you like to accompany me to retrieve my horse? Perhaps you could tell me where you were trained with that short sword?" Imrothon had asked her. Itarildë had almost snorted with uncharacteristic laughter at his question, but she balked and decided not to answer by nodding instead. She had not trained anywhere, except in fake duels against her father and Lord Elrond... and maybe the few blood-stained battles in her past she hoped to keep well in the dark.

She admired Imrothon's knowledge of weapons on the way to his horse, while showing off her beloved bow and daggers at the same time. Out of all the new individuals she had met so far, beside Linriel, Imrothon seemed to be the first one she seemed to have instantly connected with. Maybe it was the detached warrior expression she'd seen his eyes.

"So you are from the Grey Havens. How is it you came to wield a spear so skillfully? I didn't know the harbour elves were so inclined." Ildë asked, as they walked.

[Edited on 12/06/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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"So you are from the Grey Havens. How is it you came to wield a spear so skillfully? I didn't know the harbor elves were so inclined."

"I wasn't trained at the Grey Havens," Imrothon smiled faintly. "And they aren't, that is the first practice with a spear that I have had in a few years."
Aira snorted as Imrothon approached, shaking his copper mane as if berating his master for taking so long. Taking the reins they turned back towards the camp.

"Is a short sword a new trend of the Imladris elves? I thought they preferred the long sword."
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"Is a short sword a new trend of the Imladris elves? I thought they preferred the long sword."

Itarildë considered Imrothon's question while trying not to smile when she saw one playing on his lips. The daggers and short sword had been given to her after she'd first met Legolas years ago, and played around fighting with him. She'd originally had a long sword, but had disliked its cumbersome feel, and had therefore stubbornly told her father it just would not do. Lord Elrond had eventually obliged once Elrohir had gotten on his case enough. She absent-mindedly touched the sword's green hilt.

"No, just a personal preference. I find it much faster to move with three weapons available, instead of the one. It keeps a hand free just in case. Well, that and it's easier to conceal. How about yourself? Is there a reason you chose a spear?"

Ildë stole a quick glance at Imrothon, then marvelled at the beauty of the horse he had begun to lead back to camp. His coat was a wonderully bright copper.

"He's beautiful." She was surprised at herself, she'd spoken more these last few days than she had ever spoken to Lindir in her entire life, and she had lived with him for almost that long.

[Edited on 12/06/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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Írimë had faltered as darkness crept into her mind, her knees hitting the soft ground as all sounds of battle faded away. She remained on her knees, head bowed, while her companions cleaned their weapons and looked after one another.

Drawing a deep breath, she choked on the stench of dead orcs. Oh, how she longed to be far away from here, somewhere in a grassy glen where the sun shone gently down and a clean breeze flowed freely through the trees!
She was dragged out of her thoughts at the sound of hoofbeats and looked up as the figure dismounted. Hirnaeranin? What is he doing here? It had been many months since she had last seen him.

Pulling herself up, she gave him a brief nod before gathering the strength to walk to the fire. She found Meri and Beri sitting together. Laying a hand on each of their shoulders she said quietly, "I am relieved to see you are unhurt, my friends. This dark night is nearly over - be at peace." She smiled at them tenderly and turned to the others gathered there. By this time Hirnaeranin had introduced himself to Linriel, Bildarion, and Eurion, and offered ale to everyone. Írimë gladly accepted a cup and sipped the beverage as she heard what else he had to say.

"You asked why I had come. I'm an envoy from Imladris, as it so happens. I was sent by my Lord Elrond to give something to his granddaughter, the elusive Lady Itarildë. I was under the impression she had joined your company, but I seem to have been mistaken." 

His nervous movement had not escaped Írimë's eyes. "He is as smitten with Itarildë as he ever was," she thought, hiding a smile. She knew her friend had feelings for him as well, though they had not often spoken on the topic. Gazing into the mesmerizing flames before her she wondered what it was like to have someone feel that way about her.



[Edited on 12/06/2015 by Eruwestiel_Evensong]
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How about yourself? Is there a reason you chose a spear?"

He didn't dare tell her why he had really chosen the spear. Why he had loved its deadly capabilities over short or long ranges. How it could kill a target in a single blow. "I've always preferred lighter weapons," Imrothon answered instead. "I never did like swords that much, though I'll use them in a pinch." He watched her admire Aira, who enjoyed the attention immensely.

"He's beautiful."

"His name is Aira," Imrothon nodded. "He has been my companion for many a year."
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on: December 05, 2015 11:06
Hirnaeranin smiled when Írimë sat by the fire and took a cup of ale. Her fiery hair was accented by their flickering campfire and he smiled at her beauty. He'd always liked Írimë, and her kind-hearted nature.

"Ah my dear Írimë. Long has it been since I last saw that smile. Tell me, how have you been?" Hirnaeranin asked, finishing his cup. He poured himself another large measure, enjoying its taste. He'd already had some a way back, and made a mental note to not drink too much, or when Itarildë did arrive, he'd look a fool. And a drunken one too.

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"His name is Aira. He has been my companion for many years." Imrothon replied, though Itarildë tried not to notice how quickly he'd changed the subject. She had to admit, her weapons were all used by those who chose to fight in the shadow, or wished to remain hidden. All but the short sword, that was for close combat situations where she'd already been seen.

She placed her hand on Aira's mane and enjoyed how soft it was. Not as soft as Silmë's, but of a similar quality. Ildë clicked, then her own companion appeared. He must have been waiting for her, which was not unusual. He snuffed happily at Imrothon, whom he'd already acquainted himself with, but looked warily at Aira, an animal he did not know.

They walked back to camp in a companionable silence, when Itarildë saw a horse she recognised from home. Silmë whinnied joyfully and ran towards Sirdal to greet him. Itarildë stopped walking and looked towards the fire to see a familiar black head of hair sat talking to Írimë. What does grandfather want from me now, to have sent Hirnaeranin here? Her Half-Elven frowned reappeared and deepened, but she stepped confidently forwards towards the others, pretending she hadn't seen him at all.

"It seems we're all safe for the night. Come, join us by the fire, I think we all need some well-earned rest." Ildë waited for Imrothon to move ahead before following him.

[Edited on 12/06/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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Merilwen and Beriadanwen sat huddled together on the earthen floor. They remained quiet, not saying even a word. Írimë walked over and spoke briefly to them, giving them a kind smile before turning to the others. Beri listened to the conversation but did not join in. If it had not been for the introductions being made, she might have thought she had slept for days, given the number of strangers now gathered around the fire with their company. She lost track of their words at times, but she did pick up the mention of Imladris. Rivendell! Just the place she wanted to go! She would introduce herself to the newcomers and tell them what Lady Galadriel had told her...

But as she stood up, Beri became aware of a presence behind her, in the trees. She turned to see a chestnut mare with a mane like fire. "Narroch!" she called out joyfully, running over to her horse. "What are you doing here? Did you come on your own, or with one of these others? Hmm? Oh well, it doesn't matter. I am glad to see you, though. I'm sorry we left you in Lothlorien." She stroked her flank and scratched behind her ears. Then she remembered that she had been going to talk to the others. "Okay, Narroch, you just wait here, or go munch grass or something, all right?" Then she walked back to the group around the fire.

Beri turned to first Eurion and then Hirnaeranin. "Greetings," she began hesitantly. "My name is Beriadanwen, and this is my cousin, Merilwen," she gestured to where Meri was still sitting on the ground, "though mostly we are called Beri and Meri. We come from Lothlorien, although we spent time in the Elven Halls of the Mirkwood." She now turned to the others, wondering where to start. She decided to address Bildarion, who she did not recall ever actually talking to before.

"You said that we might head to Imladris. I would very much like to go there. The Lady Galadriel told me something last time the party was in Lothlorien. About three hundred years ago I left Lothlorien with Meri and my father. We left due to the death of my brother, and we never returned together. But the Lady told me that my father had lied to me. My brother was alive. He and my father had disagreed on a matter and my brother had left for Imladris. We left Lothlorien and my father told us my brother was dead because he feared we would choose to join my brother rather than stay with him. It's a strange story, but in any case, I would like to visit my brother in Imladris."

She turned to Írimë, who she knew came from Rivendell. "Perhaps you know or know of my brother? His name is Cylleruion and he is married to an elf-maid named Nimbathien." She waited for the reply, a mixture of uncertainty and hopefulness on her face.
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Hirnaeranin smiled as two young elf-maidens approached. He had seen Narroch with them and surmised they were her owners Meri and Beri who the Lady Galadriel had spoken of. He listened as Beri introduced themselves, then asked of their brother who they believed to be in Imladris. He had heard such names before, but could not put names to faces. His life as a diplomat led him away from Rivendell, and he did not know all its inhabitants. He was almost certain Itarildë would not know either.

"Greetings, fair Beriadanwen and Merilwen. I am glad to see Narroch has found her owners. She seemed to have missed you. She accompanied myself and Sirdal wonderfully. As for your brother, I could not place a face to such a name, though I have heard it in passing. Are you thirsty, dear maidens?" he asked, revealing his best smile. Where was Itarildë? Hirnaeranin looked to Írimë who should know where she may be hiding...
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"Ah my dear Írimë. Long has it been since I last saw that smile. Tell me, how have you been?"

The maiden looked up quickly, realizing she had been lost in thought again. Her heart still ached after the recent return of painful memories of her father's death, but now was not the time to speak of her sorrow. It was better to speak of the joy she had now. She smiled back at Hirnaeranin and replied, "I have been well. I left Imladris months ago as you know, and happened to join this party leaving Lothlorien. I did not know why, but I am glad I did - I have made many friends, both old and new. And it looks like more are appearing all the time!"

She smiled at the sight of Beri reuniting with her horse. A moment later the young Elf came and introduced herself and her cousin to the newcomers. She then shared her desire and reason for wishing to go to Imladris. Írimë frowned in quiet indignation at the tale. What a selfish thing for her father to lie to her about her brother's death! The frown disappeared when Beri turned to her and asked hopefully,

"Perhaps you know or know of my brother? His name is Cylleruion and he is married to an elf-maid named Nimbathien."

Írimë waited for Hirnaeranin to greet the maidens and offer them drink before answering, "I met your brother and his wife when they arrived at Imladris, and we have become good friends in the years since then. He often mentioned a younger sister fondly, but made no mention of any other family. I could never have imagined I would find that sister on this journey."

Hirnaeranin shifted again and the maiden looked over at him. He was obviously eager to see Itarildë, and his eyes begged for a clue as to her whereabouts. Írimë raised her eyebrows slightly in an innocent, "whatever are you talking about?" look. Then she grinned and flicked her eyes over to the approaching figures, one of whom she had yet to meet.
Itarildë had obviously noticed Hirnaeranin's presence but seemed to be intentionally ignoring him. "That stubborn Elf and her pride," Írimë thought. "Poor Hirnaeranin." Who knew how long her friend would ignore him if she didn't intervene?

"Itarildë," she called, "Hirnaeranin is here! Come join us for some fellowship by the fire."


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Safe...for tonight...but how long could he keep himself safe? He stared caculatingly at those around the fire before moving forward, leading Aira over to the other horses. Rubbing Aira's copper neck, Imrothon whispered to his closest friend. "No one need know what we've done, or what we can do. Its a new life boy....and there's no fear in their eyes." Patting Aira's shoulder he moved warily back to the fire.

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Hirnaeranin smiled at Írimë, glad she seemed much happier with this company. He knew she'd been comfortable in Imladris, but she was known for looking into the distance, a far-away look in her eyes. No, it was better she was out seeing the world with people she liked and trusted. Írimë had definitely seen the look in his eyes, and he tried to hide his hopeful expression, when her eyebrows raised. He heard footsteps from behind, and his traitorous heart skipped a beat. That has to be Itarildë behind me. It must be, he thought to himself, forcing himself not to turn and look.

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"Itarildë, Hirnaeranin is here! Come join us for some fellowship by the fire." Írimë had called out, ruining Itarildë's chance at sitting down quietly on the group's outskirts. Darn. She shot a disapproving look at her friend whom she definitely wanted to speak with alone later, then watched as Imrothon took Aira with Silmë over to the other horses. She waited until he began to walk back before she also sat the fire.

Instead of outright greeting Hirnaeranin, whose face she couldn't yet see, she sat by Linriel, before finally turning and dipping her head respectfully in Hirnaeranin's direction. She had left space beside her for Imrothon to sit, in case he felt uncomfortable sitting elsewhere.

"Hirnaeranin," she finally spoke, her voice clipped, and her Half-Elven frown in place. "I did not know you were joining us. I hope your journey wasn't too trying."

The black-haired elf smiled at her so openly, his handsome face lighting up instantly, that she felt annoyed at herself for having been so blunt with him, her heart subconsciously softening a little. He hadn't changed since she'd last seen him, though he did now have an earring, which she knew must have been a dare from Legolas; it did suit him, however. He bowed deeply before standing and handing her a cup of ale, which she took graciously, but didn't drink from.

"All the better from seeing familiar faces, fair Lady," he replied, his eyes and hand lingering a little longer than normal, before he sat once more. "Your grandfather sends you his best wishes, and hopes your journey fares well. Though I do think he is beginning to miss your company." Itarildë tried not to feel sad that Lord Elrond was missing her. She didn't want to admit she was also still feeling homesick herself, and longed to be between the piles of tomes her grandfather horded in his library. Hirnaeranin then looked over to the brown-haired elf who Itarildë was now looking towards, trying hard not to feel a nip of jealousy at their having arrived together from the woods. Alone...

[Edited on 12/08/2015 by ItarildeSirfalas]
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Linriel let her eyes linger on Bildarion for a moment too long before she looked away. Oh, those eyes of his! I wonder if he can see that I still have feelings for him.

At the mention of Itarilde's name, Linriel turned her gaze to Hirnaeranin. "Itarilde? That is who you seek? She is a member of our company and should be nearby."

As soon as Linriel spoke Itarilde's name, the maid and the other Elf, Imrothon, came out of the woods leading their horses. The newcomer took the horses and Itarilde squeezed herself between Linriel and BIldarion. Linriel stifled a smile and made room for Itarilde.

Linriel turned her gaze to Beri who just told everyone about her brother, who was thought to be dead. Lies. Lies. It seems Galadriel is in the middle of most of them. She knew where Bildarion was the entire time I searched for him yet she said nothing. She let me wander for 50 years knowing my search was in vain. I will speak to her once I am back in Lorien.

Noticing how happy Beri was to see Narroch again, Linriel decided to go to the young Elf. She glanced to Bildarion and stood up. Imrothon was coming back from the horses and she called to him. "Here is a place for you to sit, Imrothon."

Bildarion listened to Beri's words and like Linriel he thought...Lies, more lies. I am tired of lies and secrets. The life I thought would be Linriel's and mine was destroyed by lies. No more! This ends now! He addressed Beri. "Young one, you will find out all you need to know once we arrive in Imladris. I do not know of your brother but someone in Imladris does and once we arrive, answers will be found." The stately Elf stood and joined Linriel at Beri's side.


[Edited on 12/07/2015 by Lindarielwen]
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Imrothon nodded to...what was her name? Shaking his head at his almost constant inability to remember names, he sat down by Itarilde. Funny, he seemed to remember her name. One of those lucky few that stuck. Forgetting names in the past had meant they weighed les heavily on his mind. Taking his spear he sharpened the point carefully, then polished the sword-breaker dagger. His thoughts wandered...

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"I will not!" he screamed at the scholar, throwing down the ink-stained pen.
Cadmon looked calmly up at him, "Then how are you supposed to learn your letters?"
"I don't want to!" he stormed to the locked door and tried to pull it open. "I'm not a student! I'm a killer! Give me a sword!"
The answer was firm and quiet, "No."

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Imrothon resheathed his dagger and stared into the fire silently, not wishing to disturb the conversations around him.

[Edited on 12/09/2015 by Cenor]
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Beri smiled and glanced back at Narroch as Hirnaeranin spoke of the horse. So it was he who had brought her here. She gave the elf a grateful nod, then tried to hide her disappointment that he did not know of her brother. She took a cup of drink from him and gave another nod of thanks.

She grinned as Írimë said she knew her brother and his wife, whom Beri had never met, only been told of by the Lady. She was heartened to hear that Cylleruion had spoken of her, and not surprised that he did not speak of Meri. "How lucky we met then..." she replied. "No, my brother and Meri were never close... actually, I wasn't very close to my cousin until we left Lothlorien." She tried to stay calm and collected, but her joy seeped into her words. As Írimë turned to talk to Itarildë, Beri moved back to stand by Narroch. She glanced at Meri, who was staring into the fire, looking stunned. She felt a twinge of guilt. Perhaps she should have mentioned this to her first before announcing it to the group, but there had never been the time... Or perhaps she just wanted to keep the knowledge to herself, to cradle it as if sharing it would take it away from her, as if only she could keep it safe.

Beri was happy when Linriel came beside her. She flashed her friend a warm smile, full of her newfound happiness, keeping nothing out of her expression. She was surprised at first when Bildarion came to join them, but then her surprise faded as she saw the look he gave Linriel. She thought about his words. Finding answers... Answers, when until recently she had not even any questions. She would know everything once they reached Imladris. She could wait that long, she knew, so long as she knew she would find out eventually. And she would see her brother again! She could barely remember him... She knew roughly what he looked like, though she could not picture it. She remembered him singing, singing to her, or simply for pleasure. She had adored him, she could recall that feeling, the warmth spreading through her whenever he praised her or asked her to help him with something.

"Have you been to Imladris?" she asked Linriel and Bildarion. "Do you know what it is like? I know there are mountains, I've seen them... But I've never seen the elf-dwellings."
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Hirnaeranin looked at the brown-haired elf, whose name was apparently Imrothon, as he sharpened a blade. Something about this elf seemed wrong to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. He sat and watched him a little too intently, until the other elf looked up.

"So your company is heading back towards Rivendell? Then your journey to Cuiviénen has come to an end so soon?" Hirnaeranin asked, addressing no-one in particular, as Linriel and Bildarion had moved over to stand by Beri and her cousin.

Itarildë looked over to Írimë, as she wasn't sure what was going to happen either. Thurinlass had all but disappeared, and he had been the only group member to know how to find Cuiviénen.
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So your company is heading back towards Rivendell? Then...."

Imrothon glanced up at the mention of Rivendell. Large cities were dangerous for him, because there was at least one person who knew him. Lord Elrond would know from Erestor, who was in constant contact with Cadmon through letters. This new life would soon come crashing down into smoking ruins.

"Rivendell?" he asked.
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Eleniel piled one more rock atop the orc carcasses. She wiped her brow with a dirty hand and stepped back from the rancid creatures. There, finished. Now to join the others for some food and drink The maid went to the fire, made a plate of food and sat quietly by herself.

Linriel and Bildarion stood next to the two cousins. "Beri, we will find out all we can about your brother once we get to Imladris. Perhaps there will be a joyous family reunion." Linriel smiled at Beri. "How wonderful it is to see that Narroch is here." Linriel gave Narroch a gentle pat on her mane. "I have been to Imladris many a year ago when I was......" Her voice trailed off. She did not want to speak of the years she searched for Bildarion. That is over. At least he is safe. Maybe one day I will learn to trust him again.

As if hearing her thoughts, Bildarion put his hand on Linriel's shoulder. He leaned down and whispered to her. "Linriel, I will do all I can to regain your trust. Once we are in Imladris, we will be able to talk and see if we can at least be friends. Let me get you a blanket, the air is chilled" He went to his horse and as he removed a blanket from his pack, a note fell to the ground. After reading it, Bildarion hurried back to the campfire.

"Everyone! Harken! I found a note! It is from Thurinlass! He has been called away once again and begs our forgiveness. Time was of the essence that he leave. He sends word that he has taken the maid, Adonnenniel, with him. He did not say where he was going or if he will join us again. Nothing was said of Cuivienen."

Everyone was still for just a moment before Eleniel called out. "Good then! Now we know our path and it leads to Imladris for certain! I, for one, will be joyous to visit the Last Homely House and most especially, the library."

[Edited on 12/09/2015 by Lindarielwen]
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"Rivendell?" Imrothon asked, looking up suddenly. Itarildë turned to look at him before answering, scrutinising his expression. He looked uncomfortable. Maybe he had once had a bad experience in Imladris?

"I believe we may have decided to head back to Rivendell. Either way, I wouldn't mind checking in with my grandfather." Itarildë replied, she looked over to Írimë, as it seemed 3 of the company originally hailed from Imladris, for them to now end up home again, even if in passing. "Beri is looking for her brother, and as it is not too far, there will be food and comfortable rest aplenty for everyone."

Hirnaeranin smiled at Itarildë, who despite her frown and blank expression, her voice had perked up at the prospect of seeing Rivendell. He didn't however, fail to notice Imrothon's discomfort. He shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as he did, but there it was.

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"Food and rest will be good..." Imrothon stated, hiding the fact that he didn't believe he would find much comfort in their stay there. Of course he didn't have to stay with this company, but it was nice to be with fellow Elves. Perhaps Erestor would forget.

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"What are you writing?" he asked, leaning against the doorway.
"My friend, Erestor," Cadmon answered, bending over the paper.
"You are writing him about me, aren't you?" he queried, looking down at his shuffling feet.
Cadmon turned his head to look at his rebellious student. "Yes."
"I..I finished the assignment you gave me...two weeks ago," he stammered, holding out a piece of paper.
Cadmon took it with a surprised glance and took the paper. Imrothon whirled out of the room before Cadmon could say anything.

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Itarildë smiled slightly at Imrothon's response, but her Half-Elven smile frown remained in place. She took a deep breath in, then looked to the stars, wondering how many there were that her eyes couldn't see beyond those she could. She was unaware of any eyes on her, but she stood to go and feed Silmë, feeling she needed his company after the previous stresses.

Hirnaeranin stood, but then thought better of following Itarildë; she wouldn't appreciate the intrusion, so instead he went to sit beside Írimë to update her on various things while she'd been away from home. As he did so, he couldn't help but cast glances back and forth between Ildë and her horse, and the new elf Imrothon. He hoped Írimë didn't think him rude, with his lack of eye contact.

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"Ah Silmë, my dear friend," Itarildë said softly, stroking his shining mane gently. "Why does a soul as well-treated as mine, wander so aimlessly and alone? Even with these new companions, nay, almost friends, I feel disjointed and seperate. Only when I am defending others or busy with a task do I feel fulfilled."

Silmë snuffed in response. He had no idea what his friend spoke of, but he enjoyed hearing her voice. It was always calm, though it sometimes had a strange note in it, that spoke of suspicion and distrust. He nudged her head lovingly with his own, knowing he would protect her no matter what... even when she didn't have any apples to offer him.

"Maybe I'm just rambling. It's been a long day." Itarildë tutted, rearranging her hair once more. "Either way, it'll be good to go home for a short while and grab some things. A new cloak wouldn't be such a bad idea actually..."

She hadn't heard Hirnaeranin come up behind her, which was unnerving. She could usually hear most people approaching. She turned on him and frowned darkly. He recoiled slightly, looking hurt.

"Sorry, my Lady, it's just... the others. They were wondering if you were hungry. You haven't eaten," he smiled nervously, offering her his hand. She ignored it, but politely dipped her head in thanks. Ildë patted Silmë's mane a final time, before following Hirnaeranin back to the fire.

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