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Post Through the mist: there and back again (scripted, see ooc)
on: July 21, 2005 07:45
(Those who are already with Princess and I, feel free to post. The first few posts will be just introductions so hence the nothing thrilling about this post! If you wish to join us please check out the ooc. )

The day was bright and there was not a cloud to be sighted and the breeze was light. The Shire was cloaked in green and bathed in the warmth of the Sun. Hobbit children went about their play as many others worked or sat in talk. And though the day be a clear one there was one cloud gathering and grow about the Green Dragon for many hobbits did sit there in talk. There was cheer and a great brew of ale was flowing and the conversation held in topic the selling of Bag End. Since the arrival of the Sackville – Bagginses there had not been the same cheer about the place, the hobbit lasses and lads were fearful of going in play along Bagshot row in fear they should meet Lobelia or come to cross Lotho.
“I tell you,” said farmer Wrenburry placing aside his ale, “that Master Frodo ought not to have given into that Lobelia and her son!” Farmer Wrenburry took up his mug and drank deeply as her heard the approval of the others about him and when he called for another he looked about to find his son was nowhere to be sighted,
“Where is that son of mine?” He said with a chuckle for he knew well that he had given his son the day to do with as he pleased yet was surprised all the same to find that he was not about to share this talk as another stated,
“I think I would rather have the Bagginses in Bag End then Lotho, sitting up there in his high and mighty ways!” Again there was more agreement, Wrenburry looked about again knowing well that his son would not in the least miss the talk of Lotho.

Indeed Mordis did not miss the talk of Bag End’s residence for he had settled himself beneath a large tree accompanied only by, Isabella. The pony lifted her head and whinnied to Mordis before returning to her grazing, her tail wishing to and fro as she did so. Mordis smiled to her and then he in turn went back into his book, above the sun was fleeting between the trees and a light breeze tickled the grasses. Here the air was free of pipe smoke and it brought many sweet scents with it. Isabella came to stand beside him and rubbed her head against his arm, Mordis laughed knowing well enough what it meant and he scratched her muzzle. Closing his book Mordis climbed to his feet,
“Come on now, Isabella.” He said and he led her away from the canopy of trees and back toward the road but he stood there for a moment watching as the hobbit lads and lasses played about the roadside and ran wild threw the grasses hiding from one another.
“Mordis! Mordis!” Cried one lass as he took to the road, Isabella following in his wake, “Mordis, wait!” She cried coming to his side, her stride was small so she skipped to keep with his step.
“Hullo, Lily.” Mordis’ tone was flat, as he had hoped that he would escape his siblings this day, Lily was breathless yet she was smiling brightly.
“What are you doing?” Isabella was trailing a little way behind and she whinnied in laughter at the sight of the younger running to keep up with Mordis’ growing pace but her small face remained as cheerful as ever, smiling with delight as the other children stared.
“Walking.” Replied Mordis shifting the book beneath his arm,
“What were you reading? Is it about dragon’s?” Lily’s inquisitive manner was not unusual in the least as every evening without fail she would question Mordis about his day in the fields or what it was her brother had been doing at The Green Dragon. Ever was her manner questioning, wishing to know how things worked and now she walked beside the stocky build of Isabella stroking the mane of pale gold and admiring how the pony’s body could be so many colours.

“No, Lily,” Mordis said trying to keep his tone calm, he could not scorn her for wishing to know how things went and why but there were moments when Mordis did not want to know. “It was not about dragons.” Mordis finished but he knew that this answer would only rouse a further inquiry. They rounded a small hill and as they neared the top Isabella came to a trot, neighing in delight as Lily ran in giggles beside her. Mordis stood upon the hilltop for a moment looking over the grassy way seeing the heads of children play, Hobbiton lay before them and on the path ahead Lily and Isabella played, the inquiry of Mordis for now at a finish. They had reached Bag Shot row and few lads and lasses could be found this way, Lily had fallen silent.

"I don't want to go this way Mordis." Lily said her face had so suddenly changed as she looked toward Bag End. "The people there are not so nice any more and they have strange guests." Lily told Mordis as his eyes meet the silent Hobbit Hole. Isabella gave Mordis a nudge giving her dislike for Master Lotho also. It was indeed true that strange folk had come in the dead of night calling at the house of Lotho and leaving with items bound and hidden from prying eyes. Mordis looked away and led Lily down another road, toward home and her silence did not remain.
"Mordis," She said skipping about him, "What is your book about?" And Mordis sighed.

[Edited on 22/7/2005 by Eveligh]
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Post RE: Through the mist: there and back again (scripted, see ooc)
on: July 27, 2005 06:30
[[OOC: I'm not especially proud of this post but I figure it's something! I made Paladin a bit younger, just because I couldn't imagine someone older doing this... lol. But not by much, he's 33 and will be turning 34 before the year is out.]]

Though there was much change in Hobbiton since the disappearance of Frodo Baggins, not much had changed further east in Buckland or the Marish. Other than the strange and occasional sighting of dark figures heading west towards Hobbiton in the middle of the night, life went on as normal in this part of The Shire. There was of course much talk, especially in the Golden Perch in Stock. But today was a busy day for the farmers of the Marish and most were outside tending to their farms.

The breeze blew through the tree in which Paladin was lounging. The sun was having trouble penetrating the entangled branches and the leaves that had managed to hang on to them in the oncoming winter. From the ground, it was difficult to see Paladin hidden in the high branches. This was Paladin’s favorite tree as of late: one where it was difficult to see him. Paladin pulled out a warm, fresh mushroom from his pocket and smiled to himself. As he took a bite, he heard some commotion below him. Very quietly and slowly, he moved to get a better look.

An older man was having a heated discussion with what appeared to be his son. Their voices carried easily up to the branch Paladin was sitting.

“Weren’t you supposed to keep watch of the mushrooms?” the old hobbit said bitterly.

“I was!” said the boy hastily, “I don’t know what happened.” The boy looked around him nervously, wringing his hands.

Paladin grinned cunningly, gently patting his stuffed pocket. This farm had been his target for several weeks now. He normally didn’t stick to a single farm for this long of a time, but there was something special about this farm: and it wasn’t just the ease of stealing. “Any moment now,” Paladin thought, crawling out for a better view.

“Isabelle!” the old hobbit shouted. All eyes moved towards the back door to the stone house. Paladin’s eyes grew especially large and he moved even more dangerously close to the edge of the branch.

A young hobbit lass emerged from the door. She had lovely (and rare) golden hair tied back with a green ribbon. She wore a white dress laced with green trim and a green sash. Her beauty certainly was captivating and Paladin wasn’t afraid to risk being seen to get a better look at her. But fortunately for him, the family below did not see him.

“Isabelle,” the old hobbit said calmly, “would you please take your brother to see what has been taken this time?”

“Yes, Father,” Isabelle said as the father limped away. She took her brother away and tried to consol him. Paladin, however, was not listening to the words she spoke and only watched intently as she disappeared from view.

He let out a heavy sigh and crawled back into hidden view. He pulled out another mushroom and ate it in one bite. “It’s worth it,” he thought to himself with a smile. “It’s worth it to see Isabelle Puddifoot.”

[Edited on 28/7/2005 by Annûniel]
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Post RE: Through the mist: there and back again (scripted, see ooc)
on: July 28, 2005 10:42
(Well, here is my first post. I don't think it's anything special, but at least it's a start.)

"It's just that she, particularly, would rather me not go." he said, whirling his head half around to glance behind, before turning back to grip the door handle and pull the carved wooden doors apart. Sunshine burst through shooting across them and spattering the marble clad hallway that stretched out behind them as if it had been desperately trying to break through all morning. It lit up the portraits hung about on each side of the wall and the statue in the far west corridor. Out into the familir calm of nature he began to march at an uneasy pace with the follower trailing diligently. It was another beautiful day in Gondor to be sure, and as of late they seemed to be having more days like this than usual. One would expect the occasional downpour in this season as the skies opened up and Ulmo wrathfully thrashing his seas against the docks, but none of this was so.

"Believe me when I tell you father that she will not consent to this. Surely you remember our last family banquet? Even if my intentions are to escort her safetly to Rivendell, she will think it otherwise."

"Presscot please. That soirée was years ago," Pelendur urged slowly, catching up to his son's steadily growing pace that seemed to be headed for the stables." Besides you and Anoramir have both changed since then anyway." he added, poking his head forward to try and catch Presscot's current expression.

Presscot stopped at the stable door and turned to face his father with a quizzical look. Pelendur smiled as he watched Presscot's blue eyes dart across his face searching for an answer before offering one last plea.
"My dear son, please just give it a chance." he said breathlessly, watching his son soak in the words.

"Father, I said I would gladly go for her safety. It's just that I'd rather not be bashed by her harsh words when she finds out her father insists on me taking her. She shall refuse an escort, she is too proud."

Pelendur chuckled at the statement, for he knew his niece had a strong will and certainly made it known she could survive perfectly on her own.
"Well," he muttered, "they will be arriving soon so make your leave short."

"It will be." Presscot assured, and with that he bowed his head slightly and entered the stables.
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Post RE: Through the mist: there and back again (scripted, see ooc)
on: August 23, 2005 04:21
(Thank you so much Princess for the part of Falas! :love: )

The morning was well risen and threw the trees the sun flitered in kindly shafts. It was still in the lands about Rivendell and between the cover of trees a banner of Lorien could be seen. A small company was venturing to Rivendell, the Lord Atar and his daughter Lossiel who were kept in the company of a banner bearer and a guard.

The hooves of their horses made sortly over th ground as they neared the keep of Elrond. Lossiel grew cheerful as she so hoped to return to Rivendell, but it was her longing to see an old friend that she wished for. As they company drew nearer the sound of hooves brought them to the attention of the Rivendell guard and through the way they entered and looked about in delight. Lossiel looked amoug those gathered for a certain face.

Falas opened his eyes. The pallid silk covers warm around his body.He felt a chill sting his pupils. He blinked and realised there was someone in his room. This woman's arms were full of clothes, folded and pressed to perfection. She looked up to see Falas had awoken.
She addressed him sweetly "Falas, Im Ariel, 'Quel amrun!" Falas sat up and smiled and replied the greeting.
He put on the clothes which were fitted obviously just for him and headed for a lesson in the skill of fighting which had been arranged for him from Elrond.

With one furosious strike he killed the air. His elven tutor bounded forward ready to mock fight. The elfs brown eyes sparkled. Falas dodged clumsily and set to strike again. The other elf, who was much older just laughed and mirthfully told Falas he would need to do better than that in a battle. He held his knives tight.
They took up positions, looking deep at each other and then.....

Hooves sounded through the loving trees. they were gentle and not rushed. Falas looked up and out towards the entrance. He was hoping to see a maiden he knew well. Calvagh, the other elf lowered his weapon and strode towards where Falas stood waiting. They were on a balcony near where councils took place. A wind was up rushing with excitement which didnt descibe what Falas was feeling. Dirst a guard came through after some others unrecognisable as their fair cloaks covered their faces. Then came Her, the maiden fair of face. A swift smile wiped across Falas's young face. He left to greet them. Calvagh stayed and watched from the balcony.

He reached the yard where the horses were filing in. He saw her and rushed to her side. "M'lady Lossiel." He spoke in Elvish and then bowed smiling. Her father walked up toward them. Falas raised his head about to address him but Lord Elrond started to speak his welcome.

Atar made a swift dismount and looked about as many had gathered to greet the few riders of Lorien. Amoung the many was Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell and Atar gave a bow of his head toward Elrond. Falas came toward them and Lossiel smiled in delight to see him,
"M'lady Lossiel." He said yet when Lossiel went to reply it was Elrond's voice that sounded.
"Welcome," He said and a silence fell, "to Atar of Lorien and his company. We hope your travels were well and that you found your path an easy one." Atar bowed his head but there was a questioning in his eyes. Atar said nothing and went to Elrond as Lossiel sat upon her steed, her eyes sparkling as she looked on Falas.
"Tis has been too long since last we met, how fairs thee, Falas?" Lossiel asked as she smiled more brightly yet.

Falas returned her beautiful stare. He smiled as she spoke. "It has been long, too long," He ushed a hand to help her down. "Now come M'lady" He grinned as she took it. Her touch was delicate and lovable. He lead the way up the crafted stone steps into one of the many halls. The Leaf motive whispered history around them. They were following Elrond and the many elegant riders. The company were heading towards a prepared feast in the Great Hall.
After the steady voice of Lord Elrond bowing them each and his house of Rivendell Elves to seats and seated himself at the head the feast began and the wine flowed.
Falas turned to Lossiel and muttered "We should go for a walk later as the surroundings are proving beautiful on these days." he smiled at his voice trying to be falttering and polite. "Will you come?"

Lossiel smiled gladly as they came to the hall and were seated. The very air about their fellows was glad, there was great chatter amoungst those newly arrived and those of Rivendell. When Falas spoke at her side Lossiel was pleased with what she was asked,
"I shall join you, for such fine a day as this should not be missed." And to this she took up her class and drank to Falas,
"How fairs things here in Rivendell?" She asked as she took another drink and looked to him over the rim of her cup, "Are you well my friend?" The chatter was slowly rising though about them all the great trees shaded them and the sun played in shafts dancing a light breeze.

Falas felt a swell of young excitment fizzle through him as Lossiels words floated. It was the first time someone had drunken to him. He showed a toothy smile.
She asked him of Rivendell and the mood faltered for that moment. "It proves well but troubled as the One Ring left a shadow on its beauty." He looked back at his glass of elven wine and sipped gently snd then spoke "Well I am in good health and my knowledge is being advanced everyday." Falas looked down the table at his tutor,Calvagh who was now enjoying a females company. Falas wondered what it would be like having a lady who loved him like the great legend of Beren and Luthien.
He was brought back to reality as he felt the sweet eyes of Lossiel watching him.
"Though you haven't told me how you are?"

The words of Falas were sweet and when she caught him looking upon an elder he so obviously admired Lossiel found herself watching Falas with a smile of her own.
"Oh," she said with a deep blush when asked how she herself was, " I am well enough. I thought it time to return here and increase my knowledge. For I do so love written things." She took then another sip and then refilled both Falas' cup and her own and there they sat and chattered. About them others talked also and soon Lossiel turned to Falas and asked of him,
"Should we now take that walk for it would seem we would not be missed." And she laughed when she turned to see that there was a great joy about them despite the recent darkness of the One Ring.

Falas nodded in reply to her wellbeing as its comforted him to hear that she proved well.
"Indeed Lossiel we shall take our leave." He rose, presented his arm smiling though he wasn't the tallest elf.His youth once in a while hindered joy.
"Let us go to the Ford of Brunien as it has a great serenity."
The sun was lowering its gaze over the dwelling. The sky was soft like the expressions of the motionless statues they passed. Falas stepped lightly down the stone steps. Dins around them told that unseen elves dwindled unnoticed around them. Singing ushered them deeper through the trees. The path was norrow but well layed out. All the time the shodows grew longer. When they arrived whispers off the river bed eroded the silence. Falas felt a chill awaken. No beast was present though the trees showed fear. Still he smiled to cheer the mood.
"Shall we walk along a bit?"

Something was a stir near by yet Lossiel was pleasantly calm, the river seemed to sing as it made its way and the trees shifted in the wind. Lossiel was quiet at ease here with Falas,
"Let us." She said when asked if they should walk and so still with her arm in Falas' offered they indeed walked along. They talked every now and again of many things and when they came to a halt Lossiel stood before Falas and there she smiled fondly to him. For a moment she said nothing but looked upon her friend in a kind manner. Yet suddenly the river turned cold and the trees bent in chilled fear, Lossiel looked about at the sudden change and near by the sound of approaching hooves sounded.
"What comes?" Lossiel thought aloud and she looked to Falas again.

Falas looked around. He could feel the harsh touch of temper. The hooves echoed through the trees and on the rushing bed. He steped closer to Lossiel and drew his elvish knife, Calvagh had given him. He was much more weak than a fully fledged elf warrior but he felt he should try and protect her. The hooves drew ever neared. The horse finally came into veiw. He was of a dark hue and the muscles were well distinct and bore power. The man was cloven from head to foot in a dark cloak. His mouth seemed covered. He was riding towards them, no sign of halt. Falas gripped his knife more tightly. He plucked up confidence. " What is you business rider?" The rider slowed a little away. "My business is none of yours."he entailed with a wicked laugh. Falas looked nto his stony eyes.
Suddenly without any warning the man drew a long sword which shone in the dulling suns last rays. The point he rose and the horse proceeded closer. Falas felt threatened. Abrupty he pointed the sword them and then speeded up which was unforseen.As he passed he grabbed Lossiels arm and yanked her up onto his horse. The action was over in a second. Lossiel screamed. And Falas ran after the speeding steed."Lossiel hold on." He lost the chase as the man cackled and Lossiel struggled, then rounded the corner. Falas ammediatly turned tail and sprinted as fast as he could up through golden trees away from the evil ford. Branches grabbed his garb as to say "Slow you Elf" but he must get to Lord Elrond. His feet were light and quiet as he reached the Hall. Falas pushed violently open the beautiful doors and everyone looked up, shocked. "Lossiel has been abduted, taken by a man." Lord Elrond and Lossiels father rose. "Falas tell us what happened" managed Elrond in a calm and collected voice. I walked closer to the table. "We were walking near the fords and then this rider dressed in a cloak of wool grabbed Lossiel and rode off with her. I gave chase but to no avail.She had gone before I could do anything." Falas' eyes traced the floor as he spoke as if the scene was happening in infront of him. Lord Elrond ammediatly spoke as Falas caught his breath. "Warriors of Rivendell take leave and seek this stranger!" Calvagh and many like him rose and left. "Falas stay here." Elrond added.
Falas sat in the nearest chair. "It is all my fault" The elf maiden beside Falas put a hand on his shoulder and patted it soothingly. "I should have done more."Lord Elrond and Lord Atar had gone.
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on: August 30, 2005 04:25
The trees’ long shadows were disappearing into the darkness of the night for the sun’s last rays were falling behind the trees to the west. The air was chill and frosty. The trees were bare and drab; their branches hanging limply to the trunk. A thick darkness filled the air as the frost bit sharply at anyone and anything that underestimated it. Two figures could be made out in the oncoming darkness.

Nor Grómli or Durlin attended the feast that night. The two Dwarven brothers had taken a long walk in the woods that evening, speaking heatedly among themselves. They had sought refuge from the commotion from Rivendell, though they were certainly much gruffer and louder than any elf could ever truly become.

“What is this?” Durlin grumbled loudly, “Have you been among the Elves so long that you have forgotten who you are?”

Grómli said nothing. He stared out into the wilderness, away from Rivendell, to the west. He didn’t know how to answer his younger brother. He was too young then and still too young now. Grómli was sure he wouldn’t quite be able to make Durlin see who his brother was.

“Brother!” Durlin grunted when his brother didn’t respond initially.

Grómli shook his head and silenced his brother. “Patience Durlin! I have heard news of Thorin’s death long before. Lord Elrond learned of the King under the Mountain returning to his throne but died in the Battle of Five Armies from one of Thorin’s companions. No doubt the exile stands still; I am not welcome in the Lonely Mountain, the Blue Mountains, or the Iron Hills. No Dwarvish settlement would allow my presence. I am in exile.”

Durlin gnashed his teeth behind his thick beard. He turned away from his brother in frustration. He’d been in Rivendell for over a month and he was still unable to convince him to return with him. He didn’t wish to leave his brother, but he was starting to grow weary of the Elvish inhabitants. He wished to return home to the mines.

Grómli opened his mouth to speak to his younger brother again, when a scream echoed through the forest. Both looked up in surprise and heard the sound of distant hoof beats growing fainter. Durlin moved his hand to one of his throwing axes, but within moments the hoof beats were gone and all was silent again in the bare forest.

Motioning with his hand, Grómli told his brother to follow him. Though they tried to move quietly, Durlin was obviously very loud as they rustled through the shrubs. Before long, an Elf leapt out of the shadows before them both, his weapon drawn.

“Calvagh!” Grómli shouted. “What in Aulë’s name is going on?”

“Lord Elrond will explain it to you, I must be off. Go quickly!” Calvagh left before giving either of them a chance to object and disappeared without a trace.

Durlin grunted, “Only an Elf...” Grómli silenced him and the two brothers trudged through the forest and into Rivendell.
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on: August 30, 2005 06:43
Léohtír halted his chestnut-colored stallion, and stared at the Fords of Isen that lay before him. He'd only to cross, and yet, doing so would be the final 'severing' of all ties to his Homeland.

Behind him, was the Homeland now denied him: Rohan. What the man had 'done', or not done, still wasn't clear to him - and how Grima had talked King Theoden into banishing him, Léohtír hadn't known. But he had, and here the ex-Rider was, gazing at a world he'd never expected to see.

With a sigh, he turned back for one last look, and then urged Árfaest slowly forward. The Fords were too-swiftly crossed, and for the first time in his life, Léohtír's mount was not on Rohanian soil. Yet… where now should he go? he wondered. There was much of Middle Earth to be seen, yet he'd not the heart for 'exploration'. Not like he might have had 'otherwise'.

If he'd traveled North to exit Rohan, he might have gone to see Lothlorien… yet, such would have been too short a journey. So, too, would going South - and Eastward would only lead to Mordor, and that place not one went to at all.

With only one way left, then, it was Westward Léohtír had headed, towards, and through the Gap of Rohan. Yet, and though he was leaving his beloved country, it gave the Rider more 'time' within it. More time, Léohtír thought bitterly, to wish 'events' had turned out differently. But, again, where should he go? Bree? To the Blue Mountains? What was there for a Rider who was no more?

Almost of his own accord, Árfaest turned northwards, after they'd finally left the Gap of Rohan in their wake. Ahead, now, was Rivendell. Reluctantly, the former Rohirrim quickened his horse's pace into a trot. Perhaps, even if the elves there didn't 'welcome' an exile, they could advise Léohtír of a place that would…
"Tolo si, a tiro i cherth Eru" "Come now, and see the works of God"
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on: September 03, 2005 11:52
(if i get this wrong dont kill me please)

The Prancing Pony.

"So you want a fight do yer?" yelled Ferny.
"Just because I said you were extremely ugly doesnt mean I want to fight you." answered Aranor.
"It does to me.." Ferny yelled as he hit Aranor in the face with a mug.

It was about two hours when aranor woke up.He was lying on the ground outside the gate."And stay out Northener!" said Harry,"Go cry to your Elvish friends,see if they care."
"I wont come back.Soon"he whispered. I might just do that.
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on: September 10, 2005 12:10
Falas left the Great Hall after a while. The nerves rattled inside of him. He wondered where Lossile had been taken to. He duely wished their fortunes had been kinder. He headed to the balcony where his mock fight had been not more than a few hours ago. Calvagh and the rest of the elvish warriors would be preening the lands for trances and all Falas could do was wait. He felt rotten and insignificant.
His beautiful eyes watched the yards of Rivendell. He longed for news but knew that it would be a while until a message ricocheted back. A pupil narrowed as he saw the Lady Arwen wander down the steps. She seemed troubled also. Falas gave up on the count of the next hour. He led his shadow to his room over looking the great waterfalls which never stopped their seeking and calling at the worst of moments. He lay silently on his bed, the soothing smell of herbs floated through. He was not tired. The bitter taste of guilt scorched his tongue and inner feelings. He needed to occupy himself with something to evert his mind from the troubles. Like reading his mind his knife glinted in the waning sun. His hands addressed its smooth cool finish.
What seemed like ammediatly Flas found himself on the way down the steps he had passed with Lossiel but this time he felt saddened.
He would look for traces himself and try and clear his mind. The smart words of Elrond flew away on the up coming breeze. He would not stay and wait any longer.
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on: September 11, 2005 11:35
A few leagues from Rivendell.

"Im almost out of food," thought Aranor, "well i guess i'll have to hurry to the house of master Elrond." As he walked he noticed a small deer eating some grass. Aranor pulled out his bow and notched an arrow,and fired.
"Watch out my friend!" yelled a voice.
"Faladir?" asked Aranor.
"It is, my old friend," he said softly, "come i will take you to Imladris."
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on: September 12, 2005 11:16
"Why are you this far from Rivendell?" asked Aranor
"An elven girl was kidnapped nigh on an hour ago i have been sent out with most of my kin to find her." answered Faladir
"I will come too, I could help with tracking her for you, besides, i cannot go back to Bree for a while and i feel like hunting."
" Alright. But we must be quick." he said and ran off, " come, if you can catch me." he said in jest.
"I am." he answered
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on: September 13, 2005 02:47
The nearer Léohtír came to his goal the heavier his heart. No... with each step Árfaest took, it had grown so - even more than crossing the Ford.

The night had been dark, and except for a few hours, the former Rohirrim Rider had not stopped except to rest his mount. Yet... and although Rivendell wasn't far now, Léohtír could not seem to urge the stallion into a faster pace. At least... not until he saw two figures up ahead, moving quickly through the forest.

Curious, and half-wondering whether they were running towards something - or away from it, Léohtír set Árfaest into a light canter... and at an angle to meet them.

Of course, the exiled Rider knew they'd probably hear the hoof-beats... but if something was chasing them, it was all to the good...

"Hail, good sirs!" he called, and pulled his horse to a halt - close enough to be heard, and yet far away as to not cause concern - at least, so he hoped. "I don't mean to 'intrude'," Léohtír said politely, and gave a half-bow from astride his mount. "But, I saw you running. Is there trouble about?" he inquired, and indicated his sword. "I am Léohtír... late of Rohan - and I am at your service - if need be..."
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on: September 13, 2005 11:08
"Greetings, man of Rohan. I am Faladir of Rivendell, and this is Aranor of the Dunedain of the North." answered Faladir.
"I am sorry to be in such a hurry, but we must go."he said and began to walk off.
"Hello there, i was wondering if you would take me to Rivendell, for i am in need of a stable for my horse and a roof over my head?" asked Leohtir.
"i will take you in time, if you aid us..."

[Edited on 3/11/2005 by aranorsonofberendir]
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on: October 19, 2005 05:28
(( ooc - sorries - totally forgot this one! :blush: - Oh, and aranorsonofberendir, Léohtír's speech is a bit more 'formal' than how you have him there. He'd not be quite that 'rude'. ))

For a long moment, Léohtír followed the elf and other man with his eyes. With a sigh, the ex-Rider then urged his mount forward, and after them.

Yet, it was the first time Léohtír had ever seen anyone of the elven-race. Perhaps, after the two had finished their urgent business he could ask how well an exile might be recieved in Rivendell...
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on: November 07, 2005 10:27
The two walked West now, in the direction of Bree, with Leohtir riding at the back. " Man of Rohan," said the Elf, " If you would be kind enough to scout ahead it would be of much help." Leohtir nodden silently and began to ride to the front. " Why are you not in Rohan Leohtir?" asked Aranor, "Why are you this far North from your home?"
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on: November 08, 2005 09:38
[[OOC: Thanks so much to Eveligh and her wonderful characters! Lily is so cute. I hope you don't mind but I edited this a bit, just so it would flow a bit better... If you have any problems with it, please let me know!]]

Darkness had crept into the sky. It was a cold darkness with little light and hope. Clouds, which had rolled in during sunset, covered both moon and stars. All was silent on that night. Something eerie lay stagnant in the frigid air; so all was deathly silent. None dared make a noise.

Paladin had foolishly stayed out on that night. He had not moved from his secret hideout in the old tree. Though he had many opportunities to climb down and disappear since he climbed up, he had chosen to remain behind in the hopes he might see the young hobbit lass that had kept him at this farm for so long.

He, however, never was able to catch another glance of her that night. He waited into the long hours of darkness for her to no avail. Even in the darkness he refused to relent. Now all the lights in the farmhouse were long gone and Paladin, safely tucked away among the branches of the tree, had managed to fall asleep. As he dozed lightly, something was amiss below him. And suddenly, he woke, dropping the last mushroom that he was holding in his hand. Cursing aloud, Paladin started to climb down the tree.

"'Ey! What was tha'?" a gruff voice shouted over the silence. Paladin froze in his movements, his large feet dangling from the branch as his arms shook from fear and the weight of holding himself up. His heart beat loudly in his chest and he was terrified that he might have finally gotten himself caught.

"What was wha'?" another deeper and gruffer voice answered. Paladin's nervousness began to wash away slowly as he realized these were certainly not hobbit voices he was hearing. He had no idea who they were, however.

"Tha' mushroom! It jus' fell on my head!" the first said frantically. Paladin's arms were starting to strain under the stress and he could feel himself slipping slowly, falling further and further with his legs dangling dangerously visible even in the lack of light.

The second voice let out a deep, mocking snort and said, "Get a grip on 'urself, Grauld!" There was a deep thud which Paladin could only guess was the second voice hitting the first violently.

"What's all this abou' Lark?" said a much lighter and younger voice. Paladin was hanging limply now, his arms extended to their full length. He tried desperately to pull himself higher, but all his extremities were frozen already and barely able to function. He wasn't sure what was keeping him from falling right onto Grauld's head.

"Nothin'," said Lark. "Did yeh get everythin'?"

"Aye," said the third voice, making some rustling noises obviously showing off whatever it was that Lark had asked him to get. Paladin grimaced in pain as the bark started to dig into his small hands and the wind nipped at his fingers and toes.

"All righ'," Lark said, obviously satisfied at the presentation. "Let's be off, we've got to be in Hobbiton by tonight." The three shuffled around obviously carrying heavy loads before they trudged off and all was silent again.

Paladin didn't waste a single second: he dropped down to the lower branch and quietly climbed down the large tree. His face was twisted with pain before he finally had both feet back on the ground. "Hobbiton?" he thought as he pulled splinters from his frozen and bleeding hands. "What are they going there for?"

Paladin could barely feel the splinters he was ripping from his flesh for his hands were so numb. Once they were gone he started to warm his hands again and he felt the throbbing pain through his fingers. He stared at the three distant figures that had trapped him in the tree for so long when suddenly a thought paced through his mind: "Perhaps I should follow them and see what they are up to."

Without another thought he followed after the three gruff and loud trespassers as quietly as a hobbit could go. The blood started pumping through his feet and toes once more, causing them to ache horribly, but the thought of a true adventure made him forget all that was ailing him. He even forgot about the wounds in his hands, though they were staining his green overcoat with red blood.

***

The walk home was filled with the chatter and questions of the young hobbit lass who skipped in delight before Mordis. The questions did not stray far from the matters of his book,
"Might you read me some?" she asked Mordis,
"I might." He replied with a sigh and shifted his book beneath his arms and this seemed to excite the child into questioning further. Soon they were in sight of their home and Lily took Isabella and led her the remainder of the way, laughing in delight as she went.

"I found him! I found him!" Lily called out as she neared the door, "I found him!" she exclaimed lastly when the door was opened to them and their mother stood waiting.
"And glad I am you that you did." Their mother chuckled and let them pass.
"Mordis said he’s going to read me his book!" Lily exclaimed excitedly and as Mordis went to make his objection he found their mother smiling fondly to the both.
"Then I best not delay this adventure with lunch then?" Mrs. Wrenburry asked her eldest daughter and Lily looked to her shocked,
"No lunch? Oh stories and such can be delayed until after lunch." The hobbit lass announced and with a chuckle Mrs. Wrenburry led her children to lunch. It could not be clearer that Lily wanted to deal with lunch in the fastest manner she could, Mordis however, took much time in what was set before him. But no sooner had he finished then he was whisked away out of doors.

Lily sat beside him and ordered that he must begin from the very start of things so that she was not to miss the smallest of details. For the first words Lily was drawn and she was caught on every word and when it came time to turn the page she was hold breath. On it went in this way and even as other meals came and Mordis grew hungry, Lily would bid him to continue for all thought and worry was now on the words Mordis read to her. And only when the sun was falling was he allowed to stop for dinner was called and at this time both were equally hungry.

After dinner the youngest siblings were gathered about Lily now as she reenacted what Mordis had read to her. Her back hunched and her hands were made into claws as she told the tale. Mrs. Wrenburry laughed in delight for the younger children were now held on her words as Lily went about her dramatics.

***

Paladin followed the three men easily. They were rather slow and loud. The third man, whose name was eventually revealed as Barus, was carrying a heavy pack and rustled through the dead leaves loudly. Lark consistently verbally and physically assaulted the other two, especially Grauld. This made it very easy for Paladin to follow them, something he was particularly good at doing.

"Hurry up there!" Lark snarled, trying to whisper but failing miserably. "We're almos' there!"

Paladin looked around. He, too, knew they were almost there. Paladin recognized the Party Tree, which was looking rather dismal compared to how it looked last Paladin laid eyes on it. Just a few months before, Paladin had come to Hobbiton to celebrate his first cousin Frodo Baggin's 33rd birthday. Paladin hadn't returned since that day in late September and now he was glad. The air was even more chill and dark than it had been in Marish.

The trio continued down the road and towards Hobbiton. They grew much quieter, but Paladin still had no troubles following them quietly. The appeared to grow even wearier of the surroundings and Lark constantly looked over his shoulder. Paladin had to fall further and further behind in order to keep from being seen. Soon, the trio arrived at their destination: Bag End.

***

"Should you read me more tomorrow Mordis?" Lily asked when bedtime had come and though tired she asked this with great eagerness.
"I should, off to bed with you now!" Lily scooted away in her glee and Mordis shook his head before he in turn went to go sleep and yet when he lay there it would not come no matter how much he begged it to. Shifting many times Mordis grew frustrated and threw the covers from himself before deciding on a walk. Near the bluff where he and Lily had spoken of Bag End earlier that day was where Mordis could now be found. Beneath the light of the moon the Shire slept all was still and silent about Mordis and he felt himself tire until figures could be seen moving. With a frown Mordis watched until from behind more rustling came and he was alert.
"Mordis?" The small voice asked and Mordis found his mouth opened in his shock, "Mordis?" Lily appeared beside him, excitement shone in her eyes. "What are we -?" yet Mordis signed for her to be quiet as he watched the figures in the dark.
"Ouch." Lily said as she caught herself on a twig, "Shh!" Mordis ordered as he clasped a hand to his sister's mouth and kept them both low to the ground as the figures grew tall and he watch them near Bag End.

Mordis watched as the Big Folk came at length to Bag End, Lily crept forward from beside him to better look at them in wonder. The young hobbit lass had only heard tales of Men and had not laid eyes upon them and yet as she crept forward Mordis did so as well. Curiosity was upon them both.

Paladin hid behind some bushes near the house and watched intently. Lark knocked softly on the door thrice and waited, nervously looking around for signs of life. The bushes where Paladin was hiding were extremely dark. Thinking how he'd never be able to see in this light, he went to move. He could not see exactly where he was going, but he moved very slowly and quietly. Quietly, that is, until he tripped over something rather big.

Paladin knew he'd made a racket tripping over what he thought was a large, mossy rock that had come up to about his knees. Cursing his bad luck, he spun around to see what he had tripped over and he found himself staring face to face with another hobbit.

"Mordis-?" But Lily's words were halted from her lips when another hobbit came tumbling over but it was with Mordis who the stranger came to face with. For a moment Mordis said nothing as they stared to each other, words failed him ‘til Lily whispered to him. Looking to his sister Mordis found that the men now stood before the door of Bag End and were looking about, Lily looked fondly to the stranger.
"Hullo." She whispered knelt before him with a bright smile despite the situation they faced.

Paladin was too shocked to react to Lily’s warm welcome. Still fretting over the noise he made tumbling over Mordis, he ignored Lily and turned to stare at the men who were standing before Bag End. To his horror he saw that one of the men had turned and was staring in their direction.

The man nudged Lark and nodded in their direction. Lark looked angered at first, but then motioned for the man to go forward and investigate. Lark and Grauld stood back and watched the younger man approach their position.

In a horror Mordis watched as it appeared they had been heard and even sighted. Low as he could be to the ground the hobbit found that one was sent forth to search the area. The man came forth and Mordis crawled backward,
"I think it time for us to leave." He whispered to the stranger before looking to his sister, last thing he wished was harm to come to her. Looking about Mordis decided it was best that they should disappear the way in which Mordis had come.

Paladin nodded and followed Mordis. He was still new to this part of the Shire. He had no idea of where he was going. He only recognized Bag End, because it was his cousin’s, Frodo Baggins, house. Paladin hoped that Mordis would know a safe place to hide, but close enough so he could hear the men.

As they quietly hurried away, Paladin could hear the man shout to the others, “Nah, tis nuttin’. Jus’ an ol’ fox.”
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on: November 09, 2005 05:49
The two walked West now, in the direction of Bree, with Leohtir riding at the back. " Man of Rohan," said the Elf, " If you would be kind enough to scout ahead it would be of much help." Leohtir nodden silently and began to ride to the front. " Why are you not in Rohan Leohtir?" asked Aranor, "Why are you this far North from your home?"

Leótír winced, glad he was in front of the two so they couldn't see his face. What would they think? he wondered, debating as to how to answer the elf's question.

Yet, as he was an honest man, the exiled Rider answered honestly.

"For reasons I don't understand," Leótír replied, "and whether you believe me or not, I swear it was by false words..." and after a moment's pause, his voice was low, and pained.

"I have been banished from Rohan... on pain of death lest I seek to return."

Halting his stallion, Leótír turned to face the two. "If this makes my company unwelcome to you, please - tell me now, and I will go elsewhere..."

Where he could go if rejected, Leótír didn't have any idea... but he'd not stay to offend where his presence offered offense...

[Edited on 9/11/2005 by gwendeth]
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on: November 09, 2005 08:52
" I would not turn down any man in need, unless he was in league with the enemy." said Aranor.
"Nor would I," said Faladir, " do you ever plan to go back?"
" If so I would go with you, unless you would have otherwise." said Aranor, " I would like to see Edoras again."
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on: November 10, 2005 04:52
Leótír breathed a sigh of relief.

"My Allegiance," he said soberly, "Even now, rests with Theóden King... though I know not why I was charged with the crimes I was. - I thank you for your answer."

As for the other question and comment, the exiled Rider could only shake his head. "I dare not go back," he answered sadly.

Trying to turn his thoughts, "Tell me... will those of Rivendell feel as you, sir?" Leótír inquired. "Will your fellows welcome an exile?"
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on: November 11, 2005 05:53
" At times other than this, we would take in any traveller in need of help." said the Elf. "But these are trying times, for most of my kin are out hunting for the girl." " I am sorry."
" I would be content to have a companion, for i am on my way to the White City." said the ranger. " Faladir, i will go with you as far as the trollshaws, then i will turn south. What do you say Leohtir? Will you come with me to Minas Tirith?"
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Leótír chewed on his lip as he considered his answer. "I would be happy to... but I can not set foot in Rohan. If you are going South through the Gap to reach it, I must say 'no'," he replied, and sighed heavily.

"Are there not any passes through the Misty Mountains that can be taken?" the exiled Rohirrim then inquired.
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"Well, there is one other way..." answered Aranor, sounding as if he was making a difficult choice within... "The mines of Moria..."
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"The Mines of..."Leótír shuddered at the thought of going underground. "No," he shook his head, and then paused. "That's not... quite what I meant," the exiled Rohirrim rider sighed.

"Aren't there any passes that go through the mountains we could take? - I just... I don't dare go through the Gap. I daren't set foot in Rohan... Not any more..."
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on: January 31, 2006 10:45
"Well," thought Aranor, " We could try to take Caradhras, or we could head south following the mountains, past Isengard and skirt the mountains untill we get to Anarion..."
What do you think?"
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Leótír chewed on his lip, and sighed. "Even passing by Isengard is 'too close' to Rohan," he said sadly.

"Caradhras, you say?" the exiled Rohirrim Rider went on, and nodded. "I think that's my only choice. How long will it take us to cross the mountains, Aranor?" Leótír then inquired.
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"It depends on the weather, but id say four days to a week." said Aranor. "I can get all the supplies we need from Rivendell and you can rest yourself and your horse, and then we can set off. It is not the way I would of liked to have go, but if you will acompany me I well be glad of any road."
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"I will go with you," Leótír replied firmly.

"Do we head for Rivendell now?" the exiled Rider then inquired. "I... it is a place I've heard much of," he sighed. "Though, I would have liked to visit it under much different circumstances..."

Glancing around them, Leótír made 'note' of the landscape. So... 'different' from Rohan's wide plains it was, and the thought of his old home sent a 'pang' of homesickness through his heart.
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"Yes, we will leave now. Maybe someday you may return in more peaceful times my friend." said Aranor.
"Faladir, are you sure you will not join us?" asked Aranor, trying to convince his friend to journey with them.
" I would, but I must continue to search for the lost girl. I will see you again when you return."
"If that is how it must be, then I shall hold you to your word, goodbye my friend."
When they had finished saying their goodbyes Leotir and Aranor turned and began making their way to Rivendell.
" I am afraid there may be no way of bringing your horse on the journey Leotir,"said Aranor shaking his head,"I am sorry.
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When they had finished saying their goodbyes Leotir and Aranor turned and began making their way to Rivendell.
" I am afraid there may be no way of bringing your horse on the journey Leotir,"said Aranor shaking his head,"I am sorry.

Abruptly, the exiled Rohirrim pulled his stallion to a halt. "*Not* take Árfaest?" he exclaimed, and his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Why not?" Leótír asked, and stroked his mount's neck - mostly to soothe himself. "He's well trained, and used to hard travel in the White Mountains of Rohan," the ex-Rider went on. "- At the least, Árfaest can carry supplies if you really want to go on foot," he then added, and, in a rather 'low' voice, "I - I've not ever been anywhere without him," Leótír went on, "And... I'm not sure how 'fast' I'd be journeying on foot..."

No... the Rider would not 'back out' of what had been decided... but, desperately, Leótír tried to think of anything else he could say to keep from leaving his faithful horse behind...

[Edited on 15/2/2006 by gwendeth]
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on: February 15, 2006 10:29
"Well," thought the Ranger,"If he could get through the blizzards of Caradhras, the It would be fine from there. Do you think he could manage?" he asked. "And another thing, to get to Anarion, we would have to pass over the borders of Rohan, unless we could cross the river at Tol Brandir."
Leotir thought about this for some time.
"I have heard from my chieftain that orcs patrol the eastern shore of the River, but if we can pass through the Golden Wood, my friend Haldir will supply us with Elven cloaks to sneak past any trouble we may find. What do you think?"
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"I can only go by what you deem best," Leótír sighed, "But Árfaest can, and will come with me. - And... as long as we are not within Rohanian borders for too long, it may be that at that place they have no knowledge of my exiling."

Musing on Aranor's words, the ex-Rohirrim nodded. "Since I am now bereft of my own country, I am glad to see the elven Realms - for whatever the reason."

And then, "How much longer until we reach Rivendell?" Leótír inquired.
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"Four days," said Aranor,"Three riding, but since I dont have a mount then we will have to take the four."
"Do you know of any shortcuts? Any other way apart from the main road?" asked Leotir.
"We can stay off the road until we come to Midgewater. We will then head north and come to Amon Sul, then head through the Trollshores to Rivendell. And to answer you we will not be in Rohan for long. I did plan to stop at Edoras, but, the circumstances changed."
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'Circumstances' indeed! Leótír sighed inwardly, and nodded. "I am sorry," he humbly apologized, "I would have liked to show you my old home. The Riddermark may seem like a lonely plain... but it is beautiful in it's own way," the exiled Rider said quietly.

But, "If you like, you're welcome to ride with me on Árfaest, Aranor. - He can easily carry two..." Leótír offered.
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" I have heard of the kindness of the people of the Mark," said Aranor "and now I am seeing it firsthand. I will take you up on your offer, if it is not to much work for him."
"One day maybe I will visit the Mark again, one day when your exile is lifted...Once it is sorted out" he said, trying to hint that if Leotir decided to go back to Rohan Aranor would follow.
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Leótír smiled wanly. "If I am ever permitted to return," he answered somberly, "I shall not leave my homeland again," and reached down a hand to aid Aranor to swing up behind him.

Urging his mount forward again, the exiled Rider set his stallion into a light canter.

In the interest of conversation, "I would hope it could be 'sorted out'," Leótír added darkly, "for I do not understand the charges laid against me. - Nor would anyone listen to my defense and true confusion. Something is 'amiss' with my King... though I know not what."

Pausing, Leótír glanced back. "Have I not heard that elves have knowledge of foresight and other things not granted to Men?" he inquired. "Might there be an 'answer' for me in Rivendell?"
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on: March 07, 2006 07:56
"You have heard rightly,"answered Aranor,"they do posses the gift of foresight. And many other strange and wonderful things. Your answer could quiet possibly lie in Rivendell. You just have to know where to look..." Aranor smiled.
"If it is any comfort to you Leotir, I will ask Lord Elrond for you. Maybe he can tell you."
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