Subject: An elf walks into a bar... (Scripted)Keep
Beleg_Strongbow
Master marksman, and ancestor to that Greenleaf kid
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posted on 12/7/2002 at 07:37 AM
(YAY my first thread ever. I'm teary...
A slender, hooded figure reclines nestled in the trees, on the outskirts of a meager village. Bright eyes reflect the moonlight and glint like jewelry in the darkness, as he peruses drunken or tired secondborn, men, stumbling by. He smiles to himself, but without mirth.
"These secondborn," he thinks to himself..."they are but pitiful."
He remains in his place within the foliage as the moon rises to its apex in the inky night sky, and keeps sharp eyes trained upon a small pub lit inwardly with fire and embers, and strong drink. He does not move from his place until the last druken customer hobbles away, and rises as the last figure, a smaller, female one, emerges and locks the establishment.
He waits until she walks near, her shawl covering her head. "Suildad, elfling." He says softly but sharply. "You work much too late."
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Andaariel
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posted on 12/7/2002 at 07:44 AM
Andaariel looks up, surprised that someone should be lurking so successfully nearby at that hour. She'd become used to the drunks waiting outside for her, and they'd become used to her rejecting them, sometimes with a fist to the face.
"Elfling," she scoffs, trying to hide a smile at seeing her old friend again, for the first time in many months. "HALF elf. And I didn't even get the magnificent pointy ears."
She continues walking towards her cottage, knowing he will follow, and feels safer than she has in a long while. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knows he has come for a reason, and not merely a visit. As he walks beside her, she looks up at him, her blue eyes glowing in the dim light.
"What is it, old friend?" she asks.
Beleg_Strongbow
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posted on 12/7/2002 at 07:54 AM
His voice betrays nothing. "I was walking in my dreams...and a vision of you lay before me." He smiles gently. "With pointed ears."
Ignoring her glare, he continues to walk beside her, facing straight ahead as his cloak ripples about him. "I am not entirely sure of my reason to see you...only that I miss you, and I visit the students I am most fond of. Even if they live far from Doriath."
No one and nothing disturbs the walking pair, as if an aura surrounded them that many could percieve and few could touch. He remains silent, eyes cast up to the stars, his steps measured. Belthronding, his bow, glimmers in the faint lighting. He catches her glancing at the instrument of precision and lifts it from his quiver, handing it to her.
"I would tell you to handle it with extreme care," he tells her, "but you were one of my best charges. The only thing I would advise you to take heed for would be your temperament." He smiles softly.
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Andaariel
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posted on 12/7/2002 at 11:21 AM
She stares in awe at the bow. She'd admired it for so long, and it was now being offered to her. This wasn't a weapon, it was a work of art. She can feel some of the ice around her cold heart melting.
"Why do you offer this to me?" she asks with some apprehension, the moonlight casting shadows on her face beneath her furrowed brows. "Something must be wrong."
She runs her slender fingers along the cool wood. A faint smile appears on her lips as she remembers the first time she tried to use a bow. She got an arrow in the foot. But he was patient and kind, yet firm as a teacher should be. He'd stopped her tantrum before she even noticed, and prevented her from snapping the bow in half, or injuring her knee trying.
"I almost hope something IS wrong. It has gotten quite tiresome sparring with the local drunkards." Andaariel had the bruises to show that she was no mere barmaid. She looks up once again at her mentor and friend. His expression was impassable. "You frustrate me in so many ways," she says, tilting her head to one side. "Am I always to guess with you? I cannot read minds as some of my kin are able to do."
Her jaw sets in distaste as she thinks of how betrayed she feels by her elf mother. All those years being raised as a human, ignorant to who and what she really was...
"Come on then,"she says, walking again. "I'll make some tea and pack. You're taking me away, I guess. Chase will be glad of it. She is as restless as I am."
"You still have that mare?" he asks, somewhat surprised that such a free-spirited horse would stay near any one person.
"She refuses to leave me."
"She is as stubborn as you are."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
He smiles. It is not lost on him that she carries the bow gently, cradling it in her arms as if it were an infant.
Beleg_Strongbow
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posted on 12/7/2002 at 04:30 PM
They walk in silence to the remaining path leading to her cottage, a tiny building wreathed with bushes and a few trees. An even smaller stable resides behind the cottage, and Chase the mare can be seen. As he passes a tree, he gingerly places a hand upon its trunk and looks up into the branches; his eyes are empathic, searching.
"This land is troubled," he says simply. "They tell me this, the trees. They are an accurate teller of the goings-on upon Arda, especially the world of men." He turns slightly to look at her. "As are you."
She blinks, stupefied, but only for one vulnerable moment. "And what does that mean, fair mentor?"
He does not sense her sarcasm, or chooses not to show that he does. "Half Elf you say you are...but you are still Elf. As I have told you many times before -- believe it."
He enters the cottage behind her and removes his cloak, revealing a stiff leather tunic, aged slightly and notched by several melees in the past. He chooses a seat and watches her set Belthronding upon a table with the utmost care in order to brew some tea.
"Belthronding I give you...because I believe you will need it," he finally tells her. "There have been rumors, whispers, of orcs roaming the wild and preying upon meager villages, such as where you live, for some unknown deeper purpose. And even if we do leave- we are still not safe. Orcs hate elves, men, dwarves all - but I suppose that is how it is with any race. We kill anyone who is too different."
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Andaariel
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 04:07 AM
Andaariel holds the mug so tightly it shatters in her hands, resulting in a few small cuts and the boiled water leaves a burn. She curses, and holds out her other hand to stop him from helping her. Wrapping some cloth around her injured hand, she sits wearily, but energy flashes in her eyes. They have turned a steely grey as they always do when she is angry.
He knows why she is so enraged. Orcs murdered her human family, that is those who raised her, forcing her to watch. They left her with a token of the attack...and at this moment she absentmindedly runs her free hand over the slash-scar on her stomach.
"If there are orcs nearby, they stand no chance against me," she says quietly, but with determination.
"You cannot fight a battle alone, young one. You have talent, but one cannot take on an army alone."
"I have you here. And I am sure others would help. Orcs are the slime of Middle-Earth, poisoning it with their very existance. My one concern, however..." Her voice trails off as she looks into the eyes of her mentor. "I'm not exactly all that friendly with people. This, you know. I'm not sure I have many allies. No one I can go to in time of need, as I usually rely only on myself. I owe no one any favours, and certainly, no one owes me any."
She sighs and looks at Belthronding. Even the notches in the bow were beautiful. The belonged there.
Outside, they hear Chase getting frisky. A scream sounds out in the air, followed by another. Glancing at each other, the two run to the door.
"Can you shoot with your hand injured?" he asks.
"Hand injured, falling-down drunk, eyes closed....let's go!" she replies, running into the night.
Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 04:51 AM
Sitting astride Naurneth, her red roan stallion, Elnineth surveys the lands before her.
"There are Orcs nearby . . . you smell them Naurneth?" he nods his head snorting and shaking his mane
"I thought so."
Elnineth dismounts and climbs into a tree her slender form hidden in the leaf laden branches, she peers out calling down softly to her horse
"There's a village close by my friend we should go there, happen thats the Orcs target they may need our help."
Climbing from the tree Elnineth leads him forwards stepping lghtly she makes little noise. So unseen she arrives at a cottage, a mare whinnys and Naurneth answers
"Hush my friend for I would not have you alarm those within."
Listening for a few moments Elnineth steps up to the door
"There are Elven voices here, we shall find safety tonight I think."
Knocks lightly on the door.
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Andaariel
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 05:36 AM
Coming around from the back of the cottage, Andaariel senses a new body near the front of the domicile. Uninjured hand on her dagger, she makes her way as quietly as possible in that direction. She steps on a branch. Curses. Chase goes up on hind legs and whinneys loudly.
"Chase...enough," she tells the mare with her eyes.
A light knocking on the door around the corner. Gritting her teeth, she remembers that Orcs don't knock. Not loosening her grip on her dagger, she emerges to face her "guest".
"Who are you?" she asks, not concealing the fact she is armed and quite ready to use the weapon if necessary. Without waiting for a response, she continues. "I'm guessing you're a 'friend', for I feel no ill vibrations from you. Very well. Put whatever you rode in on with my horse and get inside. It seems danger isn't as close as I thought, and we'll need more of a plan than what I have in my mind."
"What's your plan?"
Anda smirks. "Well, it WAS to kill you, then go orc hunting, but I've revised it a little. Come on. They're stupid, but quick, and we haven't much time."
Beleg_Strongbow
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 05:55 AM
He stares down at the Orc he had quickly killed, after emerging from the back of the cottage and sighting him. He will leave the body there - he dare not touch it. He quietly calls to Andaariel to take caution with whomever has arrived and knocked.
He remains alone as he looks about, not with his eyes, but with his senses. Hearing his former student step on a branch echoes loudly, nearly painfully in his ears. He pauses only a moment to tighten his arm and leg guards.
"Orcs," he thinks to himself. "They are here...unseen, but here.."
He leaves the orc-corpse with disgust and pity and enters the cottage again, and freezes as his senses grow strange, strange enough to disorient him for a short time. ....he looks to the front threshold of the cottage, to the smaller figure whom Andaariel speaks to, and is instantly wary.
"She is no mere peasant," he decides. "She has power that a fair facade conceals...yet I do not fear her."
He places a hand upon his former student's shoulder, making her face him. "Elfling, Orcs are here. I feel them everywhere. I cannot rest easy until they are finished or we leave."
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Anoron
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 12:57 PM
*Anoron walks her horse up the small, deserted town path. Many of the residents seem to have disappeared....for which she found odd. During her last visit, the town had been such a lively place; if lively was the word. More like drunk, rowdy men scurrying about. Fools.
Anoron continued to walk her horse, patting Amcar on the nose occasionally. Suddenly, she glanced up.
A figure had slipped into the shadows. The figure was bulky, and strong looking. Anoron knew something was not right. No one would sneak around like that without bad-intentions.
Slowly, she continued to walk, now scanning the area around her; taking extra caution....*
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Beleg_Strongbow
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 05:50 PM
(Hail Anoron! )
Andaariel is not given time to reply as scuffling, rustling is heard in the shadows, as the stars become blotted out by solid wraiths. He ushers her in, as well as the newcomer even as he hasn't spoken word to her yet, with urgency and silence. He quickly swipes Belthronding from the table and procures a slender arrow he carved himself, and stands boldly in the open doorway, pointed ears primed for any more sounds. He senses them; he knows that they can sense him.
"Take cover," he orders in a clear whisper, and quiets Andaariel with a sharp glance as she rises to protest and offer assistance. "Now-!"
He plants both feet squarely upon the threshold of the cottage, and presents himself silently. He senses them - but cannot see them.
He ducks as he hears the twang of a rudely carved bow, and instantly a rough arrow pierces the door, following the path where his head once was. 'Yrch!" he mutters in his own tongue. He sights the orc-archer, and fells him within seconds. He does the same with one, two more - the orc-archers are now orc-corpses adding to the count. A bold orc bellows a horrid war cry and emerges from the shadows and shrubs, charging the Elf.
The Elf steps towards him and flashes forward the bladed end of Belthronding (see the profile) and slashes the orc's throat. All of his fighting he has done in a matter of minutes. Not an utterance came from his throat, but it was as if he had cried out a daunting speech to strike fear in the orcs' hearts. For he hears more rustling and murmurs, and hears it grow faint, and finally, silent.
He is breathing hard, and quickly returns to normal, inhaling deeply as he gleans his arrows from the orc-corpses and walks back to the cottage. The fire that was lit has gone out.
"They have given us peace now," he declares softly, returning back to a teacher as he was, for the moment, a warrior. "But it will not last much longer."
[Edited on 8/12/2002 by Beleg_Strongbow]
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 07:05 PM
Elnineth stood looking carefully at the two Elven figures, of all the peoples of Middle Earth it was the Elves to whom she felt most akin, tho she herself was not of Elven birth.
The younger Elf maid, slightly built had a glow of independance about her, whilst the Eldar had strength and great wisdom.
Bowing to the Eldar she turned to Andaariel and for a momet she gazes deeply at her as if she is looking into her very soul. Sensing Andaariels hostility she relinquishes her gaze and politely asks if she may shelter for the night.
"My name is Elnineth and I was carried by my friend Naurneth, I have travelled far, may we be permitted to stay? I have little money but am gifted in voice if it would please you I would sing for a crust for myself and some oats for my horse."
She knew at once that Beleg is not fooled by her appearance, yet she hoped he would not she her alone with Orcs on the rampage.
____________________ Gil-galad berio i rad padathach. (origional by dreamdancer)
Vanalosswen
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 07:25 PM
A small dark-cloaked figure rode silently into the small village. The rider looked around. There was a feeling of orcs close by that the rider swiftly picked up on, but there was another sense....that of the rider's kin, elves. The rider's bow in the free right hand was ready for anything. The horse softly approached the lighted building, hearing soft, light voices inside.
____________________ 'Take the wave now and know that you're free. Turn your back on the land, face the Sea. Face the wind now, so wild and so strong. When you think of me, wave to me and send me a song.'
"Were you no one, were you a serf off the streets, still, you are my friend and that is of ultimate value to me."
--Legolas, Exile
Andaariel
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posted on 12/8/2002 at 11:33 PM
Andaariel looks not at her guests, but at the door, her normally blue eyes glowing silver with anger.
"You can stay," she replies to Elnineth, still not looking at her. "Worry not about paying me for food or shelter, I have plenty to share." Her words were kind, but her voice was hard. It was almost like she didn't even realize she was speaking them...they were merely the proper reaction to the request she'd been given.
Looking finally away from the door, and at Elnineth, she points up a small flight of stairs. "That's my room. If indeed we are spending the night here and we do get any sort of rest, that is where *I* stay--"
"Elfling," her mentor said firmly.
Andaariel sighed. "Very well. What's mine is yours, Elnineth. You should find the bed comfortable." She appeared to have great trouble speaking kind words. "And as for your friend--Naurneth, was it? There are oats and water in the stable. No worries...Chase shares far easier than I do." She manages a weary smile and sinks into a chair, checking on her burnt and cut hand. "What now, old friend?" she asks. "You say we have some time, but we know not how much. And without you here to be my patience, I would be running after the beasts with full intent to slaughter every one of them."
"And you would more then likely get yourself killed in the process," he reminds her gently.
"Well, let me see if I can rustle up something in the way of food for us. You both have travelled a great way." Andaariel stands and notices a form outside on the path. Not Orc. Someone with a horse, it appears. "For once, I'm glad of Elvish sight," she murmurs. Turning to the others, she says, "Looks like more help may be on the way."
Vanalosswen
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posted on 12/9/2002 at 03:47 AM
The rider dismounted and walked to the door. A gloved hand raised and tapped lightly on the door.
____________________ 'Take the wave now and know that you're free. Turn your back on the land, face the Sea. Face the wind now, so wild and so strong. When you think of me, wave to me and send me a song.'
"Were you no one, were you a serf off the streets, still, you are my friend and that is of ultimate value to me."
--Legolas, Exile
Andaariel
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posted on 12/9/2002 at 04:36 AM
Andaariel sighs. "Lovely. I know we need help, but..."
Her mentor shakes his head, smiling slightly.
"Not much for company, are you?" Elnineth asks Anda somewhat timidly.
Looking straight in her guest's eyes, Andaariel replies, "No. I don't like...people. Men are, for the most part, morons. Elves are generally snobby and dull. Hobbits are fun, but they can get annoying. Dwarves tend to be loud and obnoxious. These are just generalizations, of course. I don't dislike everyone, I just don't have the time to be bothered trying to make friends with people."
"Wait till you are better acquainted," the old one says,"She isn't all bad. She just has trouble holding her opinioned tongue when she is defensive."
"Who's defensive?" Andaariel asks, grabbing her bow and readying an arrow. She aims through the door. She looks again at her guest, blowing a wisp of honey-blonde hair from her eyes. "I don't know if you can fight at all, but can you open a door? I can't very well do it myself like this."
Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/9/2002 at 08:14 AM
Elnineth looks at the injured hand,
"Andaariel, thats nasty let me see what may be done come to the window, let the Eldar welcome the new guest."
Going to the window Elnineth looks out into the night sky Ithil shines brightly and for a moment her light shines upon Elnineth lighting a star shaped mark upon her brow, it seems to the others that the light travels through Elnineth just for a few brief moments then it fades and Elnineth turns to Andaariel
"If you will permit me I can ease the pain some."
____________________ Gil-galad berio i rad padathach. (origional by dreamdancer)
Andaariel
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posted on 12/9/2002 at 08:57 AM
Andaariel puts the bow and arrow down slowly, and stretches out her hand to Elnineth.
"If you insist,"she says,"but if you think a tiny thing like THAT pains me--"
Elnineth takes Anda's hand.
"OW!" Andaariel exclaims, then instantly reddens and clears her throat. "Do what you will. It will be easier to use my bow, I guess."
Andaariel looks down slightly at Elnineth, and notices for the first time a sadness in her eyes not unlike her own.
"You give so easily, Elnineth. I admire that." There is a gentle nature in her voice for the first time since her guest arrived. "It is a good thing you are here, I think," she says, and adds almost inaudibly, "I only hope our new guest will be more like you and less like...me."
Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/9/2002 at 09:13 AM
Elnineth smiles gently carefully holding Andaariels hand. Closing her eyes she concentrates and slowly holds her right hand above the damage one, a slight glow is all that is seen but there is a warmth and the pain lessens,
"It is not completely healed but it should be comfortable and usable now."
Elnineth staggers a little
"It's okay." she explains "The healing does not come without cost, I am hungry and tired but these things can be put right."
Turning to the Eldar she asks shyly
"Might I know your reason for your coming?"
____________________ Gil-galad berio i rad padathach. (origional by dreamdancer)
Andaariel
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posted on 12/9/2002 at 09:24 AM
Andaariel flexes her hand and laughs at Elnineth's question.
"He's here to make sure I'm still alive and not misbehaving too badly," she jokes. "I'll fix you as decent a meal as I can, El. And I'm beginning to wonder if we should just leave my door open. The elf in me sees more than one potential ally beyond the shelter of these walls. There is another on the path besides the one at the door, and I sense there will be more. Rest yourself," she tells Elnineth, wrapping a blanket clumsily about her guest's shoulders, as if not used to such a natural act of hospitality.
"My old friend has not yet told me all he knows. Only that orcs are closeby." Anda spits the word "orcs" out with bitterness. "Beyond that, I am unsure of the exact danger we may face."
With those words, Andaariel sets to getting the fire ablaze once more, and fixing food enough for what may soon be a small army.
Vanalosswen
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posted on 12/10/2002 at 12:04 AM
The door opened slowly before the dark rider, and, silent as a shadow, it entered. A cool smile twisted the rider's lips as it surveyed the people in the room. "Greetings." came a husky soft voice from under the hood. "I sensed this village might need help against orcs. Was I misinformed?" Cool blue eyes looked deep into Andaariel. "If there is no room for me in this house, I can sleep outside easily enough."
____________________ 'Take the wave now and know that you're free. Turn your back on the land, face the Sea. Face the wind now, so wild and so strong. When you think of me, wave to me and send me a song.'
"Were you no one, were you a serf off the streets, still, you are my friend and that is of ultimate value to me."
--Legolas, Exile
Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/10/2002 at 05:52 AM
Elnineth gathers the blanket about her then sits quietly in a chair near the fire. For a while it seems she is sleeping but as the others talk the sound of Elnineths gentle voice singing an old Elvish lullaby is heard above the crackle and roar of the fire.
Unaware of the others staring, she sings the soft words that Elrond had once sung to her. Closing her eyes she sees again the green forest home of the Lord of Imladris, hears again the gentle fall of the waters and smells the fragance of the wooded realm. Even in these troubled times she finds comfort in these thoughts.
____________________ Gil-galad berio i rad padathach. (origional by dreamdancer)
Beleg_Strongbow
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posted on 12/11/2002 at 05:19 PM
It was very early in the morning, near dawn, but he did not rest. He made himself guard over Andaariel's cottage and its meager surroundings, Belthronding gripped tightly in his hands. The Elfling would make use of it, but not while the Elf needed it at the present. He paced among the trees soundlessly, leaving his former student with the elven newcomer and Elnineth. He felt the warrior within him overcoming the teacher; it was the warrior that needed to stay for the time being.
Elnineth...so gentle, yet possessing a power stronger than any Elf could ever touch. She was not normal - but not so strange either. He pardoned himself from any petty conversation with her - he could not glean much as she was tired from healing Andaariel - with the potential of future talk.
Andaariel he figured would be able to hold her own with the elven newcomer, one whom he wished to distance himself from. The orc-attack had left him with a particularly dark mood, so he pardoned himself from the newcomer as well. He was in dark spirits not because that they had tried to attack him, but that they tried to hurt others. He wondered how many times they had already done this, to ordinary, helpless men...children...
He quelled his emotion and his pacing, and deftly climbed a tall tree and leaned against the trunk, his legs resting on some branches. Belthronding was still tightly in his grasp.
Andaariel sensed his troubled thought...and soon he would not be able to keep it from her anymore. Soon, none of the lands that he surveyed with bright eyes would ever be the same. Soon...
(Namarie for a short time, friends, this will the last post for a few days. )
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Andaariel
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posted on 12/11/2002 at 11:57 PM
Andaariel had prepared a meal for herself, Elnineth and the newcomer. Her mentor had left to keep watch around the cottage without eating. She had managed to slip a crust of bread and an apple into his hands before he took his leave.
She sits by the fire near Elnineth, sharpening her blade. While not her weapon of choice, she takes care of it as she does her bow. She has been taught to always be prepared.
She has given permission to the newcomer to stay within the cottage. The saying "the more the merrier" drifts through her head, and she smirks. She hasn't had a guest in the better part of a year.
A dismal, almost uncomfortable mood has overtaken her abode, despite of the warm fire and their full stomachs. She is tired from a full night of dealing with drunkards, but the rush of the orc attack has left her feeling quite awake. She looks around the room. "So, these are my new allies," she murmurs to herself.
Elnineth looks better from the meal and a bit of rest. The song she was singing moved Andaariel...the small, quiet voice so clear...Anda blinks away what she imagines is the beginning of a tear, somewhat startled, and somewhat disgusted. Andaariel does not allow herself to cry.
The newcomer disturbs her somehow. She feels the need to find out more...she wonders if Elnineth feels the same way. Andaariel knows there is more to this girl than meets the eye.
Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/12/2002 at 11:51 AM
Finishing her song Elnineth stand looking through the door, she senses Andariels concern for the Eldar and she too is concerned for she senses the closeness of evil. Perhaps she should take a closer look.
"I will go see to Naurneth," she announces, "He is unuse to stables and I'd like to settle him. I may take a walk around and check that Beleg is well." Wrapping her old cloak about her she steps out into the night.
Again Ithil reveals herself shining down she lights Elnineths path to the stables. Once inside she finds Naurneth is cosying up to Andaariels mare.
"You find a kindred spirit my friend . . . it is good you do" Elnineth takes a brush from her pocket and gently brushes out Naurneths mane, as she finishes her senses are drawn to Beleg.
Something is moving closer to him she turns on her heels and heads outside, running now she heads along a narrow path, her Maair senses guiding her to the Eldar Elf,
"I am coming" she tells him in her mind hoping he will hear her.
Dark hands reach for Elnineth and she cries as one grabs her arm, she sweeps round a small blade flashes and she is released. Scrammbling up she makes for a tree, she climbs slowly as shes no Elf, the dark shape tries again but Elnineth kicks him in the face and he slumps back down the trunk.
Moving quickly Elnineth jumps into another tree then another finally dropping to the ground she makes towards Beleg.
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Andaariel
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posted on 12/14/2002 at 10:15 AM
Andaariel watches Elnineth leave the shelter of the cottage, not wanting her to go but sensing that she can take care of herself, and that her mentor will come to her aid, if she needs it.
She turns then to her mysterious guest...the rider who still has not removed the cloak that hides much of its appearance. At this point, Anda cannot even tell if it is male or female.
"As I said, you are welcome here, if you be a friend and not a foe. However, with the invitation comes the insistance that you tell me something of yourself. Your name perhaps, or where you come from. I cannot, in good conscience, allow you into my home without knowing a few basic things. I will not pry, as I myself do not like being pried upon. And however you answer me, speak in the common tongue. If you are like most this evening, you have sensed my lineage, or you may have heard my teacher call me "Elfling". This is something only he can get away with. I do indeed have some elf-blood in my veins, but I do not speak the elvish tongue. Even if I could, I doubt I would choose to. I will not give my reasons for this, so do not ask."
Andaariel sheaths her blade, and sits down once again by the fire, not taking her eyes off her guest, nor her hand off of her blade for that matter.
"Have a seat, stranger, and give me a proper introduction. I shall even start it. I am Andaariel--daughter of a human father I never met and an elvish mother who shall remain nameless. And you are?"
Beleg_Strongbow
Master marksman, and ancestor to that Greenleaf kid
Registered: 12/6/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 12/15/2002 at 04:26 PM
In her hurry to the mentor Elf, Elnineth is oblivious to the lingering orc that hurries behind her, crude, rusted weapon raised in order to fell her - but he is never given the chance.
Elnineth quickly turns and watches the orc fall backwards to the ground, its fingers frozen around its weapon and its face permanently twisted into a rage. She hears a soft voice among the branches of the large tree she was near to climbing.
"Only I was meant to guard the surroundings," the Elf says, standing in the branches, his arms still taut with Belthronding. "You should return inside." He turns back to his post, leaning against the tree trunk, his eyes pointing to three other felled orc-corpses. "The sun will soon shine. They will halt their melee."
He inhales and sighs, eyes closed, Belthronding cradled in his arms. She stands and watches him, and he knows she is not to leave. He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at her, but he is not irritated. He tilts his head slightly.
"What would you have of me, little one?" He smiles slightly. "Though that is not the best name for you." He descends the tree with two steps and walks up to her, gazing down upon her as the first rays of the sun glow golden in his hair. He lifts a hand to touch her little shoulder--and draws back quickly. He feels a spark, and closes his eyes, backing away.
He puts his hands to his temples, and opens his eyes again, looking at her as if she is the most hideous orc he has seen. He had sensed something different about her, and now that he had touched her - he was more certain. His skin grew pale, his eyes were no longer a deep blue; his hair was straw. One of the most mightiest elves known in his land, one of the most bravest warriors...was deeply affected by a small, hobbit-like person. He was in pain, in anguish for the moment-- perhaps even afraid.
He whispers his words. "You cannot be....You are...his...his offspring..." (if I remember correctly...)
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
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Happy_Hobbit
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posted on 12/16/2002 at 12:15 AM
Elnineth was stunned at first by the Eldar Elf. So he knew, she was Saurmans daughter, something she had told no one.
Seeing his pain she could not help but reach out her hand, though there was little power within her she sought to quell the pain he felt.
"Would you blame a child for its parents actions?" she asked softy.
Elnineth stood for a moment then with a sigh she continued.
"He did not want a child, he thought nothing of the consequences of his actions, when he knew of me he sent me and my mother to Mordor." Elnineth paused her face troubled by the memories of those times.
Gathering her thoughts she continued. "
"You need not fear me Beleg for although I was born from evil I am not a servant to it." Sadly she turns away.
"If my presence alarms you I will leave, there are many paths I might take and some are destined to meet with yours again.
Seeing Beleg is still unsure Elnineth calls Naurneth to her and mounting she calls a final farewell and rides off to the east.
((OCC I am away now for 8 days ...see you when I get back, you can use Elnineth if you wish to otherwise she can rejoin you on my return.))
[Edited on 16/12/2002 by Happy_Hobbit]
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Beleg_Strongbow
Master marksman, and ancestor to that Greenleaf kid
Registered: 12/6/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 12/16/2002 at 01:59 AM
(Happy Trails, dear hobbit. I suppose Elnineth's absence would fare well with the story. We'll wait for you to portray her.)
He watches her leave on her horse Naurneth, feeling his strength return and standing erect. He is torn - he knows she is harmless, pure in her soul and heart, but evil is the power she wields and is born from. He knows that instant that he would fight for her, though fruitless it may be. He wonders what to tell his former student.
He enters her cottage, a braid slightly undone in his hair from the orc-fights and his apallment of Elnineth. He retrieves his cloak and wraps it around himself- he still feels the icy coldness of Saruman's power. He does not fear it, but it affects him deeply. He hopes Andaariel will not notice his change. Belthronding is limp in his hand.
His dream...of Andaariel, of unknown evils...and the orc-attacks. It begins to make sense. The answer and solution of all the unknown questions seems to lay within the small form of Elnineth.
He is glad that Elnineth has decided to leave for the time being. It would be safer for her...and for them.
____________________ "Pray, v.: To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy." - Ambrose Bierce
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
- Paul Valery
Vanalosswen
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Registered: 11/20/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 12/16/2002 at 06:58 PM
The rider sat comfortably by the fire. It did not remove its cloak, but stared deep into Anderaal's eyes. The head lowered slightly, then, in the soft husky voice that sends chills down opponent's backs, replied, "I am from Mirkwood." The rider paused, unsure what more to say. "I am an elven ranger and have traveled about these lands for nigh on three centuries." A gloved hand reached for the hood and pulled it off, revealing a woman, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. "As for my name, I am Vanalosswen Fairsnow, and I am no foe to the foes of Mordor."
____________________ 'Take the wave now and know that you're free. Turn your back on the land, face the Sea. Face the wind now, so wild and so strong. When you think of me, wave to me and send me a song.'
"Were you no one, were you a serf off the streets, still, you are my friend and that is of ultimate value to me."
--Legolas, Exile
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Gil-galad berio i rad padathach. 
(origional by dreamdancer) 
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