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 The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: October 02, 2005 12:23
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(OOC: This thread has all of the writers it needs right now. It is being written by people from the Fans Over Forty.  Should there be the need for further writers there will be an OOC thread where an announcement will be made. Thank you and we hope you enjoy our adventure.)
As time goes by.
The tapping of his pick echoed along the passageway of the cave as Káin studied the small seam of crystal he had been working on for the past few hours, since early morning.
His back ached and his fingers were stiffening with gripping the pick. He put down his pick and flexed his fingers, the knuckles cracking. He stretched his arm out and felt for his ale skin in the gloom. Grasping it,he unstopped the skin and took a long deep drink. The glow from the lantern made the crystal deposits sparkle, sending small shafts of light dancing around the cave walls.
Káin turned and rested his back against the cool stone then rummaged in his satchel for the bread and cheese he had packed. He broke off a piece of the cheese and popped it into his mouth, chewing it and savouring the taste. He closed his eyes, a reflective mood coming over him.
How long had it been … two years or more since he had last seen his companions, his dear friends. His time since then had been busy. He had returned home to the sad news that his mother had passed away. He and his father had been a comfort to each other and slowly their heartache passed. They had built up a small business in smithying, earning a good income from making weaponry and a sideline in toys.
Káin began to break off another piece of cheese when a warm nose distracted his thoughts. He smiled and patted the rough hair of the small dog. “What do you want, little friend?” he asked. The dog sat down and placed a paw on Káin’s arm. “You want to share my meal. Here,” Káin said and broke off a piece of bread, dropping it on the ground. Dróin’s tail thumped and he lay down to enjoy his reward.
The dog had been found in some caves on Káin’s journey back to the Iron Hills. A bedraggled, sad looking little thing, starved and wary, with scars to show that it had survived by tenacity and courage. Káin often speculated just what the brave little animal had done battle with to gain such scars.
Absentmindedly, Káin ruffled Dróin’s head again, , “I wonder how they all are, and what they are doing?” he said aloud, then laughed. “Tis a shame they weren’t here to celebrate my 100th birthday, laddie. They would have enjoyed it.”
It had been a grand party. Dwarves from all over came to enjoy the hospitality of Káin and his father, Borlin. Even Gimli and Legolas had put in an appearance, then left to go about their travels.
Borlin was frail now and Káin’s expression saddened as he thought of the inevitability of his father’s passing. He mentally shook himself out of his dark thoughts and returned to remembering his friends. “I wonder if Gabby has learned to swim yet,” he chuckled, then laughed even louder. “Do you know, Dróin, that Hobbit was as handy with a frying pan as any swordsman.”
Káin took another mouthful of ale. “Listen to me, talking to a dog, what would people think!! Come, I will finish up here and we can be on our way home. By the time we reach there, it will be supper time.”
He packed his tools and shouldered his satchel, collecting the bag of crystals he had mined. Whistling to Dróin, the two set off, coming out of the cave into the afternoon sunlight. Káin shaded his eyes against the brightness and strode off, Dróin following, darting here and there, sniffing at interesting smells of rabbits and foxes.
They arrived home late afternoon, the dwelling in the rockface coming into view, the windows lit with a welcoming glow. Káin pushed open the door and entered into the warmth, greeted by the sight of a fire burning merrily in the hearth, the table set and bowls of steaming stew and plates of bread.
Borlin sat by the fire, a spiral of smoke rising to the ceiling from his pipe, his rocking chair creaking as it moved to and fro.
“Supper smells good, Father,” Káin called as he hung up his cape and dropped his satchel and bag onto the floor. “I had a good day’s mining.” He joined Borlin by the fire, seating himself in his own chair. Káin removed his boots and stretched his legs, wiggling his toes towards the heat. They sat for a while, Káin enjoying a pipe of good baccy. Father and son enjoyed the peaceful moment, watching the flames curl around the logs, crackling as the fingers of fire found pockets of air in the wood.
Káin stretched and leaned forward, tapping out his pipe on the hearth stone and laying it on the mantle. He stood up and gazed at the picture of his mother that looked down at them from the wall. He stroked the frame and picture, gently tracing the outline of her face, then turned to Borlin, aware that his Father was watching . Káin scratched his chin, playing with one of his braids, feeling a little embarrassed. Borlin stood and patted his son’s shoulder. “I miss her too, laddie,” he said gruffly.
Káin nodded and sniffed, rubbing his nose. “Let’s eat. I have something I would like to discuss.”
They sat quietly, enjoying the meal, washing it down with a mug of ale. “So what do you want to talk to me about,” asked Borlin, sopping up the gravy from his plate, with a piece of bread.
Káin looked up and smiled. “I have a need to see my friends again, but I do not want to leave you on your own.”
Borlin shook his head. “I am fine, Káin. I have your Aunt to look after me and your cousins will keep me company.” He leaned forward and patted his son’s hand. “And I think I have a good few years left yet, son.” Taking his mug, he took a drink. “You do what you feel you must. From the stories you have told me of your friends, you must miss them. Especially … what was her name now.” Borlin gazed into the distance.
Káin chuckled. “Tanzy … Tanzy Furfoot. A lovely little Hobbit lady, but it was purely friendship. I loved to tease her. I wish to see Elfstan too, Janell and dear Belle. There was Rían also, but he went off to Lothlorien, as far as I know. A gentle Elf, he was.” A warm expression crossed Káin’s face as he said his friends names.
“I shall write a letter to Elfstan, Gabby and Tanzy. Tell them I am coming to visit them.” Káin nodded emphatically. “In fact I’ll do it now.”
The letters were written and despatched. He knew it would take some time to get to their destination, but this would allow for arrangements to be made for the welfare of Borlin and to set thing in order.
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A month or so later, sitting eating breakfast, Borlin finished his porridge and pushed the bowl to one side. He smiled at Káin. “Well, laddie, it’s been a while since you sent your message. Everything is in order here and there is no reason for you to delay your visit to the Shire any longer. Will you be leaving tomorrow?”
“If you are sure you will be alright, Father, yes, I think I would like to,” nodded Káin.
The next morning the weather was misty, with a thin drizzle as Káin saddled Murnin. He tied his bedroll to the saddle and threw his bags across the pony’s back. Borlin had ensured that Káin was well supplied with provisions and a goodly amount of baccy. The old Dwarf stood silently, watching. He would miss his son sorely, but would not hold him back from his desire to meet old friends.
Káin hugged Borlin tightly. “If you need me at all, one of the family can come and find me. I will be in the Shire, somewhere, but wherever I might be, they will find me, I am sure.”
Káin cleared his throat, controlling his emotions. He mounted Murnin, shrugged his cloak tighter around his shoulders and turned the pony’s head West. Dróin bounced around Murnin’s legs. Káin looked down at the dog, then at Borlin. “Would you mind if I took Dróin with me. The companionship would be appreciated. I have a fair way to go and ‘tis better to talk to something, rather than myself.”
Borlin nodded. “Aye, laddie, away with you. The wee beastie will be good company.”
With a last wave of his hand, Káin nudged Murnin into a trot, his heart and spirits high at the prospect of seeing his friends.
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Káin decided to take the Old Forest Path, through Mirkwood, passing the Mountains of Mirkwood on his way. . If his memory served him right, there was a small pass over the Misty Mountains, towards the end where they met the Grey Mountains, under the towering head of Mount Gundabad. It was not the easiest route, but he knew it would cut weeks off his journey.
And so, 5 weeks or so later, having braved Mirkwood and scrambled over a rocky pass, with little more than the odd scrape here and there, Káin finally found himself riding along the banks of the River Hoarwell. When he reached the Great East Road, He turned Murnin towards the Shire.
By late evening Káin had arrived at the Brandywine Bridge. He remembered Gabby saying that he lived somewhere around that area. It had been a long journey and Káin was more than happy that he had finally reached the Shire. He hoped that the three Hobbits had received his letters and would be pleased to see him. He looked at the map he had sketched out. Waymeet was just south west of Hobbiton. Not much further. Just a couple of days ride. He folded the map and tucked it inside his jerkin.
Finding a small copse of trees, Káin dismounted, unsaddled Murnin and prepared to make camp for the night and supper, Dróin having obliged by catching a rabbit. Káin soon had a fire burning. He skinned the rabbit and set it over the fire. The little dog sat watching the flames, the light reflecting in his eyes as dripping juices made sizzling noises as they fell onto the burning wood. It was a clear night, the stars twinkled like crystals as the two companions settled down to enjoy their meal.
Káin spread his bedroll and made ready for sleep. He snuggled under the blanket, then felt two eyes watching him. He grinned in the darkness and lifted his blanket for Dróin to join him. With a lick to his master’s hand, the little dog wriggled down next to Káin, giving a long deep sigh. Drawing the blanket around himself and Dróin, Káin decided that he would make his way to Hobbiton the next day to ask whether anyone there knew of his friends whereabouts.
[Edited on 22/4/2007 by Rosearialelven]
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: October 16, 2005 03:36
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((OoC: Ladies, you have no idea...well, yes you probably do...what a lovely time putting this together was. We're off on another grand adventure!))
A Meeting of Friends and a Journey Begins
The day finally came when Gabby was to leave for Elfstan's home in Waymeet across the Brandywine Bridge. He had watched faithfully for sight of his dear Dwarf friend and had decided that Káin had either taken another way, was not there, or Gabby had missed him somehow.
"Well, Charger," he said to his pony. "It's time we made way to this meeting of old friends." He got on the pony and started off to the bridge. His heart was light, and the morning sun had never looked so good nor felt so warm on his back. He crossed the river, no longer afraid that he'd fall in, and began to make his way up the road on the other side.
Not far down the road Gabby saw a campsite in view, and wondered what Hobbit felt the need to camp so close to the river. Fearing someone might have been ill and needed to stop there for the night, he reined Charger over and headed toward the makeshift camp.
A small dog approached, yipping wildly. Charger, used to dogs on the farm, didn't seem over-worried, and looked at the pup with bland eyes. The person under the covers however did not appear bland at all.
Káin turned over and pulled his blanket over his head. What on earth was Dróin yapping at? He rubbed his nose grumpily and peered over the edge of the blanket.
“Oh, my!!!” he chortled, as his sleepy eyes beheld a familiar figure riding towards him. He leaned up on one elbow and rubbed his eyes again. Could it be? Yes, yes, it was!!
“Gabby!!!”
Throwing back the blanket, Káin scrambled to his feet, pulling his leggings up, almost stumbling in his eagerness to greet his old friend.
“I cannot believe you have found me! You got my letter! How have you been? Come, join me! Oh, this is wonderful, laddie, wonderful!!” the Dwarf gabbled, fastening his belt and pushing his arms into the sleeves of his shirt.
"Hello Káin!" hailed Gabby, then dismounting. "I have been watching for you for weeks! Morning and night! I've never been so excited about seeing old friends again! Why, I even missed a few desserts just to make sure I was out on the stoop long enough to see if you were headed my way. I'm so glad to see you!"
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“Whoa, Gintel! Whoa! What has gotten into this morning?” Belle asked the bay mare, a touch irritably. She had made her farewells to Gandalf several days before, and was feeling the loss severely. Even the sunshiny day was not budging the Green Istar out of her gloomy mood as they crossed the Brandywine Bridge. Perhaps coming to the Shire was a bad idea. “Ever since we got to the Shire, you’ve been dancing like a colt!” Belle added.
Gintel whinnied. “Look! Over there!” the horse told her morose rider. Belle looked, then rubbed her eyes and looked again. Familiar voices carried over the morning air, the voices of people she knew, and, truth be told, had sorely missed. She galloped over to the camp, heart racing.
“Hallo! Gabby!” Dismounting and heading for the Hobbit, cloak flapping, Belle almost stumbled over the Dwarf. “Káin!” she shouted with joy. “Is it really you?” The Green Istar locked him in a hug so hard his feet left the ground. She fairly swung him around.
Káin grunted as his feet wiggled in the air. He had forgotten just how strong Belle was, belied by her slight frame. “Hello, Belle,” he gasped breathlessly, glad to feel the ground as the Istar put him down.
Gabby was delighted to see the Istar. She was taller than he remembered, and seemed to look a bit wiser and maybe a touch sadder around the eyes, but there was no mistaking the enthusiasm with which she greeted Káin. "Hem, hem!" Gabby cleared his throat, hoping not to go unnoticed.
The Green Istar left off squeezing the breath out of Káin, and, putting her arms around Gabby, lifted him up off the ground as well. “Oh, dear Hobbit! It is so good to see you, too! How I have missed you!" Belle paused. "And your cooking!" she said with a laugh, as she put Gabby down.
“Well, seeing that I have awakened Káin, the least I can do is fix him a spot of breakfast!” Gabby declared. He opened one of the packs on Charger's back and took out some food, and a container of liquid. "Since we don't have a fire, will cold tea, biscuits, and dried ham do the trick?" Gabby queried looking from one of his friends to the other. “Then we can get Káin all packed up, and reach Elfstan's house the day after next. That's where Káin and I are headed, Belle. Are you as well?"
“If there is one thing I have learned from Hobbits,” said the Green Istar, “it is to take meals whenever the opportunity offers.” In the presence of her companions, the iron grip of grief was lessening. The sunshine of the day she could at last feel in her heart, and she smiled for the first time in many months. “Thank you, Master Hobbit, for your kind offer of breakfast!” Belle bowed. “And yes, if you are riding for Elfstan’s, most gladly would I ride with you!”
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“Elfstan! Wake up, you slug-a-bed! It’s time to get up and get moving!” Lily’s voice carried from the kitchen to Elfstan’s room where he had his head burrowed under the bedclothes trying to keep out the light…and Lily’s voice, which wasn’t working very well.
“Mummpphh,” was all the reply that he was capable of uttering at the moment. He was then jolted out of bed by what seemed a thundering at his door.
“I’m up! I’m up already, Lily. Knock it off will you?” grumbled Elfstan. The last part was said very quietly as he didn’t relish a tiff with his sister so early in the morning. It might mean a less than satisfactory breakfast and that would not do at all, so Elfstan slowly dragged himself from the warm comfort of his bed to begin the day.
The smell of breakfast led Elfstan onward as his eyes weren’t quite working yet. A cup of coffee was thrust into his hands by his mother while she gently shoved him into a seat at the table. He was just having such a time waking up this morning.
Usually Elfstan was a morning person but not today. He’d been so excited about the imminent arrival of Káin that he hadn’t slept too well from the time that he received the dwarf’s letter.
The entire Fairbairn family had just sat down to breakfast when there was a loud “Hallooo” from the direction of the garden gate. Elfstan KNEW that voice! Elfstan’s chair clattered over in the young Hobbit’s haste to make it to the door and out into the garden to meet his friends he had been waiting so long to see.
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As Tanzy knocked on the door and called "Hello," over the breakfast voices within Elfstan's home, she heard familiar voices rounding the corner.
"Káin? Belle? And Gabby?" Just as Elfstan opened the door, Tanzy tore up the road to meet the entourage!
Shouting out greetings to all, she jumped up to hug Káin and knocked him off his pony!
She planted a kiss on his cheek then ran back to get Elfstan, who was hot on her trail.
“Elfstan! look who's here!”
Káin lay on his back, laughing. Dróin bounced about Káin’s prone body, his tail wagging furiously. This was the second time the Dwarf had had the breath knocked out of him. He raised himself onto his elbows and held the little dog. Káin’s eyes widened as he saw Elfstan trundling towards the group.
“Whoa, laddie,” he called, struggling to his feet and brushing down his clothes. He ordered Dróin to sit and stay, then he too a deep breath and held his arms out to his friend, at the same time grinning at Tanzy. “I’ll give you a hug in a moment,” he said winking.
Elfstan rushed headlong into Káin’s arms, and gave him a huge hug. There was an enormous grin on his face that he just could not suppress. He saw the others and turned to greet each of them in the same manner.
“Please,” he laughed out of breath, “come to my house. It’s not far and we’ve just sat down to breakfast, and I’m sure you’re ready to eat. I would love to have you meet my family.”
‘There are still two people missing’, thought Elfstan to himself as he gazed around at the assembled group. “Janell and Rían. I wonder if Rían is still in Lothlorien, or has he chosen to go the West with the other Elves?” As if in response to his thoughts, there was the sound of a horse coming down the lane. The friends turned as one and looked to see who it might be.
“Rían!” screeched Tanzy, running toward her favourite Elf.
Having controlled his emotions, and released Elfstan from a warm embrace, Káin turned, his arms out ready to hug Tanzy. There was a blur, as little female Hobbit flew past. The Dwarf frowned, momentarily as he saw the object of Tanzy’s excitement. “Rían,” he sighed. Putting a brave smile on his face, he hurried after Tanzy and grabbed Rían’s arm, almost pulling the Elf off his horse. “Good to see ye, laddie!”
Káin had a soft spot for Elves even though, throughout history, Dwarves and Elves were not supposed to warm to each other. But times had changed, as shown by his cousin, Gimli and Legolas.
Káin gave a rather self-satisfied smiled to Tanzy, as he had reached Rían before her. He chuckled and pulled Tanzy forward, moving aside so she could greet the Elf. “Here you go, lassie!”
Tanzy laughed heartily and hugged Káin again, while winking at Rían. She knew she would find a chance to hug him too, but it was great to have Káin jump in just the same!
Rían grinned at Tanzy as she flung herself into Káin’s outstretched arms. Then she winked at him. He wondered what message he was missing in the wink and slightly wicked grin.
Káin returned Tanzy’s hug, but noted Rian’s slightly puzzled look and nudged Tanzy. “You should not be so forward, young miss,” he said warmly. He turned to Elfstan, who had moved forward to greet his Elven friend. “Did I hear you say something about going to your home, Master Hobbit? I am a little hungry. I am sure everyone else is too, if that is not being too presumptuous. Will it be in order for my little dog to come?”
“Of course,” Elfstan nodded, and Káin whistled for Dróin to follow.
The merry party was in agreement that breakfast would be most welcome and made their way to Elfstan’s home. His entire family was there to meet the group at the gate. Togo and Peony Fairbairn met them at the round door, and welcomed them into their home.
There was never a meal like that in the Fairbairn household before! All were made welcome, and fed as only Hobbits can feed their friends. For once, Lily was without words. She didn’t know what to say when there were so many obviously well-travelled people in her kitchen! And that Elf! She just couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.
Elfstan had seemed to change when these folk entered, Lily observed. He seemed older, more mature. Not for the first time did she wonder exactly what kind of adventures Elfstan had had on his return home two years ago. He had made little or no mention of it in the past two years even when pressed.
After the fine meal and thanks given, the band of friends made their way out to Elfstan’s fragrant herb garden to sit and converse as they had not done in two years.
Káin was sitting on a bench, his pipe lit, and Dróin sat between his feet. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He pointed his pipe stem in the air as he spoke. “There is someone missing, you know,” hardly realising that he was echoing Elfstan’s earlier thoughts.
Everyone looked at each other, and in unison, the name of Janell sounded around the garden.
“I believe she went to Annuminas, did she not?” Káin asked. “That must be a good 50 leagues from here, and we should set off. It will take us at least a week.”
"I agree, Káin,” said Belle. “The sooner we set off, the better, pleasant though the Shire is.” The Green Istar bowed her head to the reunited company's Hobbit hosts. "Thank you for your hospitality! We shall remember it with warmth along the way."
They had plenty of provisions, supplied by the Fairbairn household. Gabby cooked when they camped for the nights spent under the stars. It did not take long for the group of friends to feel comfortable once more in each others’ company, and the nights were spent telling snippets of their lives over the time they had been apart.
As they journeyed, the companions were becoming more and more excited as they neared Annuminas, to meet Janell again and complete their little circle.
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A week later they arrived at the city of Annuminas, now rebuilt; perhaps not to its former size, but a goodly settlement, nevertheless. The guards at the gate looked a little askance at the group and appeared somewhat reticent to impart where Janell lived, but they finally conceded and gave directions, after some persuasive facial expressions from Káin and the others.
Nodding their thanks and after a few wrong turns, the company stood before the gates of their friend’s house.
“What is all the noise about?” Janell questioned. She heard arguing both inside and outside the gate.
Just then, she recognized some of the strangers when they looked up at her. Janell’s heart was pounding so hard she could not hear her father beside her.
The Ranger ran so fast to the gate that she almost tripped. “Open the gate, Fearakar!” Janell yelled. “It is my companions!” She stopped short of the horses and could not believe her eyes. They were all here. She had missed them so much that a tear ran down her face.
As the group dismounted and handed the reins of their mounts to the guards nearby, they all but flung themselves at Janell. The Hobbits squished in the middle and the Dwarf and taller folk around the edge. The group hug was tight and enormous as only a greeting between beloved friends can be. "Gosh!" thought Gabby. "So this is what it feels like to be squashed into jelly!" He smiled up at his friends as they broke apart, laughing, crying and talking all at once.
Janell hugged all her friends. It was nice to be back among friends again.
“I think we better get inside,” the Ranger said. “You all look like you need a rest and something to eat. I will get one of the stable boys to look after the horses and the dog, and get you settled in the barracks.” With that, Janell took the lead and showed them towards the barracks. Where did the dog come from, she thought?
[Edited on 16/10/2005 by scots56]
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: November 01, 2005 03:08
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No News is Good News
It had been a pleasant surprise to see Aragorn and Káin’s senses twitched as he wondered what the King was going to impart to the group later. He smiled as he turned to his companions. “Is it me, or do I sense an adventure,” he chuckled then rubbed his hands. "If you will all excuse me, my feet itch to be away for a wander, my friends. I will return in time for the meal and our meeting with the King.”
With a backward wave of his hand, Káin strode off towards the stables, his axe resting over his shoulder. He whistled a merry tune as he walked. As he neared the stable buildings, Dróin bounded across the cobbled yard, his tail wagging a welcome.
Káin laughed and caught the dog as he leapt into the his open arms, then spluttering through the affectionate greeting, as the dog eagerly licked Káin's face, he lowered Dróin back to the ground. Someone cleared their throat and the Dwarf look up to see the stablehand, who had taken the ponies and Gintel earlier, standing in the doorway. He was wiping his hands on his leather apron, his arms glistening with sweat across large biceps. There was a wide grin on his face.
“He is a lively little animal, Master Dwarf.” The lad said, holding up two dead rats’ bodies. He chuckled throatily. “If you need a good home for him, I would be more than happy to take him. He would certainly earn his keep.”
Káin knelt down and patted Dróin. “Well, laddie, you have been busy.” The dog's tail thumped against Káin's leg.
Looking up at the lad Káin nodded. “Aye, I will bear that in mind, but for the moment, I will enjoy my little friend’s company.” He paused for a moment and rubbed his beard thoughtfully. “Bye the bye, do you know of a decent hostelry nearby? And a Provisions store? I need to replenish my pipeweed and perhaps some sweetmeats."
Bulfin, the stable lad, walked to the edge of the cobbled yard and began to give directions. "You will find the Rover's Return a fairly cosy place and Cormir's Pipe Shop should take care of your requirements.
Káin tossed a coin to the stablehand. “For your time. Thank ye,”
With Dróin following closely at his heels, Káin headed in the direction the Bulfin had suggested. Even given the hour of day and men busy with building works, there was quite a bustle in the small streets of Annuminas. Merchants and carts laden with goods trundled by, small flocks of sheep clattered on the cobbles, their legs nipped by an overkeen sheepdog. New settlers looking for lodgings, people waving greeting and groups of women with children, who seemed intent on causing mayhem, tussling around their mothers’ skirts. Some brought to a sharp stop with a clout around the ears.
Káin passed by with a chuckle, shaking a friendly fist at one child who stuck his tongue out at the Dwarf, then hid behind his mother, a cheeky grin spreading across a dirty but otherwise angelic face. The mother bobbed an apologetic curtsey at Káin, who waved back and smiled.
Káin wandered on a little further and stopped outside an small building with a large, long stemmed pipe hanging outside. He looked up at the sign for a moment, 'Cormir's Emporium', then pushed open the door and took a long inward breath as the smells of different pipeweed assailed his nostrils.
A man emerged from behind a curtained doorway. “Good morning, Master Dwarf, and how can I help you,” he said somewhat unctuously. His smile revealing a row of broken yellow teeth.
“A packet of your finest pipeweed….no make that two,” uttered Káin. The man shuffled forward, and dipped his hand into a large jar. He produced two small packets with a flourish as if conjuring them from thin air. He cackled and coughed, his throat making a gurgling sound. He wiped the spittle from his lips and handed the packets to Káin.
Káin quirked a corner of his mouth and carefully took the merchandise from Cormir, who wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Káin felt bile rise in his throat, but swallowed and managed a smile. "Thank you." He lifted a corner of one of the packets and sniffed at the contents.
A wide grin crossed Káin's face and he nodded. “Fine indeed." He dropped two coins on the counter and was about to leave, when he noticed some small boxes filled with sweets. His eyes twinkled. "Hmmm, Tanzy would enjoy some of those, I'm sure and perhaps Janell."
He tapped the counter. "I'll have two boxes of those, also, thank you." Another two coins were paid and Káin placed his purchases inside his jerkin.
Reaching the shop door, Káin called over his shoulder. “Am I far from the Rover’s Return?”
Cormir moved from behind the counter, his limp more pronounced once he was away from the counter. He pushed past Káin and stood in the entrance, pointing along the street. “It’s just a ways along, good sir. Have a good day and I thank you for your custom.” The bell jingled as the door closed behind Káin.
Some minutes later, Káin found himself outside a small but hospitable looking Inn. The sign above his head creaked in the breeze, the picture depicting a tired and dusty looking man and his horse being greeted by what could only have been the man's wife. 'The Rover's Return' in bold lettering across the top.
Considering what the interior might be like, Káin stood a little longer, then looked down as Dróin's attention was suddenly caught by a cat that had leisurely strolled from behind some barrels. With a yip, the dog rushed towards his quarry. Káin shouted for the dog to stop, but too late. The cat arched its back, hissed and swiped an accurately placed claw-extended paw at Dróin’s nose, then disdainfully disappeared up a convenient tree.
The dog yelped and turned back towards Káin, his tail between his legs. “Serves you right, little man,” the Dwarf said, shaking his head bending down to wipe the few drops of blood from Dróin muzzle. He ruffled Dróin's ears, the dog's tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth.
“I think your pride has been hurt, laddie, more than your nose. Come on, let’s go inside.”
Pushing open the door, Káin was met by a wall of chatter and laughter. Although Dwarves were not renowned for patronising hostelries, times had changed since before the War of the Ring. Races were more comfortable with each other and customs were adapted in order to live side by side with your neighbour.
Accustoming his eyes to the dim lighting and the smoke filled room, Káin looked around. A moderate sized room with wood lined walls, draped with flags and small banners. The windows looked out onto the street at the front and a small yard and garden at the rear. Settles, tables and chairs were arranged across the floor and large fire burned brightly in a brick built fire surround and hearth.
Burning torches added to the smoky conditions and the smell of the logs blazing in the hearth warmed the room.
Serving maids sashayed between the tables, placing tankards of frothy ale before brawny soldiers, labourers and merchants. The girls were laughing and manoeuvring out of the reach of friendly slaps and pinches, returning some slaps that hit their mark with slaps of their own and a wagging finger.
Káin made his way to the counter and order a mug of ale. A small ferrety looking man hustled forward, placing a cloth over his shoulder. He was muttering something under his breath, probably in answer to a robust looking woman, who was stirring a large cauldron of steaming stew. She tucked a wayward tendril of hair behind her ear and nodded to Káin.
“I’ll take a bowl of yon lady’s fare also,” Káin added.
The man rolled his eyes and turned back towards the woman. “A bowl of…oh!! You heard,” he said, giving his wife a sneery smile, as she placed a full bowl on the counter together with a plate of crusty bread. Káin stifled a grin. “Would you also have a spare bone, for my friend here?”
“Aye,” said the man. “Find yourself a seat and I’ll bring one to you shortly.” He gestured with his head towards a table by the hearth. “There are some of your kin, yonder,” he said.
Káin turned to see four Dwarves seated around a table, the remains of a meal spread out across the surface.
“Thank you,” Káin rejoined and clicking his tongue at Dróin to follow him, he weaved between the tables and approached the small group.
“Greetings, my friends,” he said. “Mind if I join you?”
The Dwarves grunted but nodded assent. Káin pulled a chair forward and sat down. Dróin settled down at his master's feet, now enjoying the large bone that the Landlord had brought over.
“If I may be so bold as to ask, where have you come from and how long have you been here. I have need of news from my home, if indeed that is where you have travelled from or through.”
His brother Dwarves eyed Káin a little warily. “And why would you be asking. Perhaps your name would be a start?” growled one. Káin leaned forward. “No need to be so tetchy, brother," he said quietly. "My name is Káin and I am from the Iron Hills. My father is Borlin and I was hoping for news of his well being.”
The four Dwarves looked at each other. “Sorry, Káin," they said in unison. "We did not travel that way and have been here for over a month.”
Káin shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, well, no worry. It was merely on the off chance. And perchance no news is good news.” Deep down, he was relieved that these Dwarves had nothing to tell him. His hope was that his father would be there when he finally returned home.
Káin's eyes moved towards some sacks beneath the his table comlpanions' chairs. He nudged one with his foot, Dróin sniffed at the sacking. “Seems you have been mining. Good pickings?”
The Dwarves pushed back their chairs and slowly stood, their lips narrow. They picked up their belongings, drained their tankards and hurried off towards the front entrance, leaving Káin bemused.
“Nice manners!!" Káin muttered to himself. "Sometimes, even Dwarves surprise me,” he said, shaking his head.
It was late into the afternoon when Káin decided to return to Janell’s house and the barracks. He had enjoyed a good meal, some friendly banter with one or two of the Inn’s patrons, a game of cards and stomped his feet merrily to a band of musicians who had entertained well.
He had even been encouraged by the Landlord’s wife, who seemed to have taken a liking to him, to give them a tune on his pipes.
Giving a friendly wave to his new found acquaintances, Káin left the Inn. Long shadows were forming as he made his way back through the streets towards the barracks. Lights glimmered in windows of the houses and smells of food and sounds of men home from their labours, greeting their families, floated out from the interiors.
“I wonder how the others have passed their day,” Káin said absently to Dróin as they turned the final corner and walked up the path to Janell’s door.
[Edited on 2/11/2005 by Rosearialelven]
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: December 04, 2005 09:37
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(Ladies, thank you all for a most enjoyable RP!)
Of Courage and Caves
Janell finished with the guards and headed off towards dinner, hoping that everyone had shown up by now. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Melgir coming after her.
“Hello! Are you ready to have dinner?” Janell asked. “I hope Lord Aragorn will change your mind about your coming with us. I do need you beside me.”
“Why do you want me to go so badly?” Melgir enquired.
“I want to get to know my father better, and to see what kind of warrior you are.”
When Melgir heard her say ‘father’, the look on his face was of happiness. He gathered her up in her arms and gave her the biggest hug ever.
“Long I have waited for you to call me that,” he said. Janell had one of the biggest smiles on her face. They walked arm and arm into the dining hall.
Tanzy had met Gabby coming out of his room at the barracks. He had looked frazzled and still a bit sleepy. "Oh Tanzy, are you headed to the dining hall?" he asked and without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Good, then; let's go!"
Gabby grabbed her arm and the two of them marched over to the dining hall, where Gabby gained admittance. They were seated at the table when Janell walked in with Melgir. It did Gabby's heart good to see Janell so happy.
Tanzy smiled, too, at Janell and Melgir, then looked around with eyes opening wider. “I smell chocolate!” she said. A few more sniffs in the air, and she pinpointed the source. "Hmmmm; it's coming from over by Káin!"
Some moments later, Elfstan and Rían followed Káin into the barrack’s dining hall. They were hailed by their companions. As they moved into the room, they were followed by a tall, heavily cloaked and booted man. Elfstan shot him a curious look over his shoulder but then dismissed him as Gabby and Tanzy waved them over to the table.
Káin sat, followed by the rest of his friends. He adjusted the small box inside his jerkin, a slight smile on his lips. He had noticed Tanzy’s nose twitching. ‘Hobbits have such a good sense of smell, especially where food is concerned,’ he thought.
Rían followed Elfstan to the table and sat down next to Janell and Belle. The cloaked stranger followed him to the head of their table and sat down. All looked at him strangely until he lifted the hood of his cloak to reveal the King’s smiling countenance. A hush rapidly settled over the hall as Aragorn was recognized. The fellowship rose as one and bowed to their king.
Aragorn gestured for them to be seated. “Please, no ceremony. The less attention brought to this table, the better.” He looked around the room, then returned his attention to his guests. He leaned forward, his voice quiet. “Thank you for heeding my call,” said Aragorn. “I have need of you.”
Several servers appeared, carrying trays with food. Apparently Aragorn had already ordered the meal. He waved his hand for the plates to be placed on the table, then waited until the servers had left their presence.
“It is good to see you all again, my friends,” Aragorn said quietly. “And I hope you enjoy your food. I tried to cater for all tastes.” He grinned at the Hobbits. “Plenty of mushrooms!”
Káin pulled a plate of food in front of him, and reached for a tankard of ale, which he raised towards Aragorn. “Good health, Sire,” he said. “I am curious though, why are you glad to see us and what, if anything, can we do for you. You seem to have an urgency about you.”
Aragorn nodded. “There have been rumours.” He pulled his chair closer to the table. “It has come to my ears that Orcs have been sighted.” There was a hush amongst the companions. Aragorn nodde. “Yes, Orcs. Small bands have been seen along the borders of the Eastern Lands. This is not good! It appears that despite the destruction of Sauron and the end of his evil influences, there is yet a follower of Saruman who remains and who escaped into those lands,” he continued.
Everyone turned and looked at each other. Káin slumped back in his chair, a look of disbelief on his face, then, in an attempt to calm his friends and their obvious concerns, he removed the two pouches of tobacco from his jerkin and laid them on the table. “Please help yourselves.” Filling his pipe and lighting the tobacco with his tinder, the Dwarf drew long and inhaled deeply. Gaining some composure, he leaned forward, closer to Aragorn.
“Tell us, Sire, of what use can we be?”
Aragorn looked at each face. “I was hoping that I could impose on you to spy for me.” He took a pipeful of tobacco from Káin’s pouch and nodded his thanks to the Dwarf.
The Green Istar’s calm expression belied her consternation. A major follower of Saruman the Deposed lingered still in Arda, to imperil the future of the re-united kingdoms? And Orcs were still a threat? Belle was sworn to help the Free Peoples in all aspects of their post-war survival, and whatever Aragorn requested, she was disposed to grant. Arnaud had already approved her support to the King’s mission.
The Wizard rested her chin in one hand, considering. The Eastern Lands! That is where her brother, Radagast the Brown, was headed in search of the Blue Wizards some two years ago. As a lone traveller, her chances of finding him or the other Istari were slender, indeed. Still, Aragorn’s request gave her a reason to go. If the company went, there was the added factor of safety; no bad business if danger lurked upon the borders. Resolutely she spoke. “Your Highness, I will assist you in any way I can,” She turned to those others assembled. “What say the rest of you?”
An uneasy quiet enveloped the table for a moment as this news began to sink in. The companions looked at each other in concern. Rían was first to speak his thoughts out loud. “Your Highness, my life, my heart, and my bow have been yours for these many years. This fact has not changed. You have but to ask, and I will gladly do your bidding. I think that there is not one amongst us who does not feel the same,” said the Elf, nodding to the others at the table in turn.
There was a murmur of assent around the table. Aragorn looked at each of them in turn. All met his eyes with earnestness in their gazes, all nodding their willingness to do as he asked. This king had their loyalty, unwavering and true.
“Thank you, my friends,” Aragorn said humbly, realizing just how much he might be asking this group to sacrifice. That they were willing to give of themselves without thought of the danger moved him more than they could possibly know.
Káin smiled at Aragorn. “You and the Fellowship had my cousin’s axe, sir, now you have mine.”
The group then continued their meal, talking companionably to Aragorn about what had befallen them over the past two years.
Drinking the last of his wine, Aragorn looked around the table. "I take my leave of you now, but I'd like to meet with all of you on the morrow and discuss this further.”
He rose, bowed, and grasped each hand of his loyal friends, one by one. "Please, continue your meal and enjoy your night's rest, and thank you for all you do. You know not how relieved I am, by your agreeing to this undertaking."
As Aragorn left, Gabby noticed Tanzy eyeing Káin out of the corner of his eye. 'Now, what is that little lady up to?' he wondered.
The Dwarf noticed Gabby’s expression, and his eyes followed Gabby’s towards Tanzy. Her face looked a little troubled. “Are you alright, little lady?” Káin asked.
Tanzy shrugged. “I am, Master Dwarf, but just a little concerned as to where we are going.”
Káin put his arm around her shoulder. “No need to be afeared, lassie. Not with our stout band.”
Raising his finger to stay further words from Tanzy, he put his hand inside his jerkin, pulling out a small box. “These are for you,” he said, smiling. “I saw them earlier in a store and thought of you.”
Káin handed the small box of chocolate sweetmeats to Tanzy and waited for her to open them.
Tanzy was very grateful! She wasn't now as concerned about where they were going, more about where the chocolate was going! "Thank you Káin," she said with smiling eyes. "I know your axe will keep us safe! And if this is any indication of how we will be eating, I'm all for a very long adventure!" She gave Káin a peck on the cheek then popped a chocolate in his mouth. “For being so generous and thoughtful,” she said.
Tanzy then picked out a nutty caramel chocolate for herself savouring the delicious sweetness as it filled her anxious taste buds with delight. Then walking up to Gabby first, she somewhat reluctantly went to see if any of the rest of the group would like a piece before she uncontrollably devoured it all in one fell swoop.
Melgir excused himself from the table and went to seek some solace from Aragorn. When he came into the courtyard he saw the King sitting enjoying the night air and his pipe.
“Aragorn, I need to talk to you,” Melgir said.
Aragorn looked out into the open sky, and wondered about the Eldar. “I know what is it that you want to speak to me about, Melgir. Janell has told me that you are reluctant to go on this journey with her and her companions. I cannot advise you to stay or to go, but if you go, you may discover your old self.”
Melgir lowered his head. “I know, Sire, but it has been a long time since I was out in the wild. My want of courage has left me empty inside.” He could not look at Aragorn.
Aragorn placed a hand on Melgir’s arm. “This might be your only opportunity to re-discover yourself. To be truthful, I do no want you to go, either. We have become well acquainted but, being an Elf, you have no choice but to become again that warrior that so long ago escaped you. This was one of the things you chose when you had your coming of age. We all have our own battles to fight, but your battle will be a test of wills.”
Melgir looked up at Aragorn, and saw the truth in his eyes. If he was to dispel the fact that he thought himself a coward, then this journey was what he needed.
“You are right, Aragorn. I have hidden too long in the shadows of this great place. I think I have a small amount of courage left, and I will use that to get through these times. Thank you.” He clasped Aragorn’s hand and shook it. “I will go. Janell will be so happy when I tell her.” Discovering the courage that had built up in himself, Melgir found he had an extra skip in his step. He returned to the dining hall and told Janell. She was so excited and clasped her father warmly, stroking his hair, her eyes bright with tears.
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Morning broke, cold, and with a wind groaning in the trees. Dark thunderclouds hovered over the city. The early hours saw the eight companions hurrying along to the King’s Hall, where Aragorn resided when he visited Annuminas.
They chattered, both from excitement and nerves, as they were taken along the corridor and ushered into a rear chamber where the King greeted them. “Come in, come in, my dear friends, and welcome,” Aragorn said his arms outstretched. “Please sit down. I’m sure Elfstan, Tanzy and Gabby have already broken fast, if I remember anything about Hobbits,” he grinned warmly, “but I have had a small spread prepared for you. We can eat while we talk.”
Seated around the table, warmed by the blaze in the hearth, the company sat and listened as Aragorn told them the details of their mission. Some hours later, and after warm farewells, the group of friends took their leave of Aragorn and headed for the stables.
It was here that they discussed further their plans of action. Firstly, they would need to visit several suppliers to pick up goods for their journey. They were going to be gone quite a while, and the time of year required warm clothes and a plentiful supply of provisions. Secondly, they needed to decide in which direction they would set off.
It was a busy time as they hurried from Provision Merchant to Clothing Merchant and finally to the Smithy to make sure their weapons were in good order. Their lists of requirements filled and where they were going decided, the friends returned to the stables and prepared their mounts. In the failing light of late afternoon, the group finally took their leave of Annuminas and headed off, back towards the Brandywine Bridge and the Old Wood.
The dark clouds that had hung over the city all day, kept their promise. It had started to rain and the wind had increased, raising mutterings from Káin, as he pulled his hood further over his head and wrapped it tighter round him. Murnin’s head was low, the wind whipping his mane into tangles. The pony added his snorts of displeasure at the weather.
"The weather is nasty," Gabby grumbled to anyone who would listen. "I don't like having rain water trickling down my back. If we make the Brandywine Bridge by nightfall, do you suppose we could get someone to put us up for the night so we won't have to sleep in the rain?"
Rían chuckled and looked over at Gabby. “Well, my wet friend, hopefully someone will be willing to shelter us. If not, I’m sure our Dwarf will show his expertise in starting a warm fire to dry you out.” He shot a grin at Káin’s back.
Elfstan heard this exchange between Elf and Hobbit. He could not understand how Rían could keep his countenance in this type of weather. He was inclined to agree with Gabby. Cold and wet were not his idea of ideal travelling conditions. “Ah, well, we did give our word to the King, so we must be strong.” He sighed as he drew his wet cloak closer about his face.
The rain came down steadily. The companions trudged on, their mounts’ heads lowered into the growing wind. It was well past midnight when they finally reached an area called Scary Quarry.
Káin turned in his saddle and pointed to what appeared to be a small opening in one of the hills. “Maybe we can shelter there,” he called, pointing his finger, his voice breaking up in the wind and rain. He urged Murnin on. He arrived at the place he has seen and dismounted, looking behind him to see the others arriving and also dismounting. He held his hand up to stall them momentarily, while he moved forward quietly.
Káin peered into the darkness of the cave, as cave it was. The interior seemed dry, and would at least give them shelter from the growing storm. As he moved a little further forward, his foot connected with something. Káin bent down and found the object to be a discarded torch. Káin frowned and looked around. A discarded torch could mean others had been here. A sudden gust of wind, a crack of thunder, and a flash of lightning soon dispelled such thoughts from the Dwarf’s mind. They needed shelter and to be dry. Picking the torch off the floor, Káin found his tinder box, struck a flame and ignited the dried material.
The cave filled with light. A sound of leathery wings echoed in the roof of the chamber. Káin shuddered. *Bats*! Not the most favourite creatures of Dwarves! He waved the torch around to warn the bats away, then looked around himself. There were several passages off the main chamber. To his left, he thought he heard scuttering sounds but couldn’t quite make out what they were. Káin shrugged although his nerves were a little jangled. ‘Probably just some other creatures, sheltering from the storm’, he muttered to himself. He shouted to the others, his voice echoing eerily, disturbing the bats again
One by one, his companions entered the cave.
A fire was soon blazing, and everyone made their mounts comfortable, making sure they had a nosebag each. A rota for guard duty was drawn up, Janell and Melgir taking the first turn.
All through the night, Janell and Melgir heard nothing but they thought that better safe, than to be worried about the Hobbits and Káin. Janell had learned from the last mission that she did not require much sleep. Her senses were always keen to what was going on at all times.
Melgir whispered to Janell that he would take a short reconnoitre of the surrounding area. He assured his daughter that he would not be over long. Janell watched as her father’s figure disappeared into the dark. On his return to Janell and the cave, he had heard an awful sound. He hurried, concerned at what he might find. He was relieved to find Janell safe and walked past her into the cave. There by the burnt out fire was Gabby. Melgir folded his arms, and his mouth quirked. So that is what a Hobbit sounds like when it wakens!
"Aahh!" Gabby cried. He looked up to find Melgir looking at him in a most quizzical fashion. "I thought something was in my sleeping bag with me, Gabby explained. Melgir continued to look at him as Gabby became more and more red-faced. Diving back into his sleeping bag, he pulled out a dormouse and held it up for Melgir to see. "I don't usually scream upon awakening," he told Melgir, "but, I was dreaming, and then this fuzzy little thing …" Melgir continued to stare at Gabby. "Oh, never mind!” Gabby stated, embarrassed. He turned and began clearing up his bedroll.
Tanzy had been lying awake for a few minutes before Gabby awoke. She had noticed something moving around in his sleeping bag, and wondered how he could be moving his feet so dexterously.
When Gabby suddenly screamed and jumped up she could not hold back her mirth. "Káin! Quick! Get your axe! There is a short, furry monster in Gabby's sleeping bag attacking him!"
She looked at Gabby with an impish wink, as she picked up the frightened little critter and hustled him out the cave entrance.
Káin fought with his blanket, as he heard Tanzy’s cry for his help. Struggling to his feet, he picked up his axe and bounded across the short space. “Belle!” he called, seeing the Istar sitting at the cave entrance. “We may need your help!”
He nodded his head to Melgir and Janell as he rushed past them. Sliding to a stop, by Gabby’s sleeping bag, Káin put his head back and guffawed as he saw Tanzy shooing a small animal away. “You had me worried, lassie,” he said grinning.
The Green Wizard looked up from her pipe at the grinning Dwarf, and chuckled inwardly. Poor Gabby! Inaudibly, she spoke to the dormouse that Tanzy had frightened away. Then, moving away from the cave entrance, Belle said to Tanzy, Káin, and Gabby, “Please stand aside, and do not move!” Before they could ask why, they heard the scuffling sounds of countless little feet. Presently, a wave of dormice swept over the floor of the cave on their way to the outside, squeaking loudly as they went. “Thank you!” the Istar called after them.
“I don’t think they will interfere with us anymore,” said Belle with a grin. “Gabby, what’s for breakfast?”
We were going to have dormice for breakfast until you sent them all away," Gabby proclaimed with a blithe stare at the Istar. Then he burst into a fit of giggles, and the embarrassment over being frightened by such a small creature dissipated as the group joined in for a hearty laugh.
As the comment was made about the dormice, Janell’s stomach began to rumble. It had been some time since she or any of them had eaten.
“I will see about hunting up some conies for breakfast, or does someone else have any ideas?”
Melgir looked at his daughter and said, “I will go. You stay here and make sure that no one enters the cave.”
Whilst waiting for Melgir to return, the camp was cleared. Their mounts were fed and saddled, bedrolls tied to the cantles. Everything was readied for departure. Melgir returned, carrying two brace of coney. Gabby made short work of skinning and cleaning them while Káin restored the fire. Soon, the smell of cooked rabbit filled the cave, and mugs of piping hot tea were handed around.
Hungry after their journey the night before and a short sleep, the companions ate with relish.
“We should set off as soon as possible,” Káin said, belching behind his hand, then raising his eyebrows apologetically to his lady friends.
Everyone agreed, keen to begin their adventure.
They sat for a moment, as Gabby scratched a rough sketch in the earth. He knew the area well and was pleased to be able to be of help. “If we cross at Budge Ford, we should make the Brandywine Bridge by nightfall. At least, the weather has broken, so we should be dry,” he said. “Once we cross the Brandywine Bridge we can travel along the East Road towards Bree. We can skirt the Old Wood. No need to go through there, unless absolutely necessary.”
As they left the cave, followed by a small stream of bats, Káin looked up to see Wind Dancer circling above them. “See, Tanzy, your friend is keeping guard too.” He turned to Belle, resting his hand on the cantle of his saddle. He grinned. “I would imagine that Wind Dancer was grateful for his breakfast too, and now he has dessert!” Belle sighed. She had forgotten all about Tanzy’s hawk, and was now listening to hundreds of little dormouse voices reproaching her for sending them into danger. Silently and ruefully, she apologized. This was not an auspicious way to begin the day!
Káin turned to Janell and her father, Melgir, and bowed his head, courteously. “If you would, lead the way, my friends.”
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: December 28, 2005 11:55
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(Ooc. What a wonderful time!! Lol!! It truly is a joy to journey together. Huge Hugs. :love: )
A Brawl and a Mystery
Rían walked into the Prancing Pony behind Káin and Tanzy. He looked around curiously at the many folk gathered there. The atmosphere was vastly changed since the last time he had been in the Inn. Then it had been tense, almost to the point of open conflict. The Elf tried to remember the former resident of Bree who had caused so much trouble as the Ringbearer made his way toward Rivendell, alone except for his friends. Rían stopped suddenly, surprised at the parallels.
“Welcome, welcome!” boomed a jovial voice over the babble of voices at the bar. “What can I do for you?” Rían looked over to see Barliman Butterbur at his counter, wiping glasses, as he was the last time Rían had seen him.
“We are looking for lodging, for at least two nights,” requested Rían. “There is yon Dwarf, and three Hobbits who also need accommodation.”
Barliman peered at Rían through the smoke-filled air. “Do I know you, Master Elf? You seem familiar to me, though I cannot place where.”
Rían smiled enigmatically at the Innkeeper. He chose to keep his own counsel and not reveal himself. ‘Low profiles are the rule of the day,’ he thought to himself. “No, kind sir; you and I have not met. My traveling companions and I are just on our way east to accompany our Dwarf friend to visit relatives around the Lonely Mountain. Now, how about those rooms?”
Gabby looked up as he heard Butterbur's voice. "Ho, Barliman!" he called, "I have not seen you in ages!" and trotted over to the counter.
Turning his attention from his conversation with the Elf, Butterbur looked down as he was hailed by a voice at his waist. "Why Mr. Harfoot! It has been a long time since you was here. Not seen you in a long time. Where have you been?"
"Oh, I've been out and about this great big world. Seen lots of things, heard lots of things," Gabby boasted.
Elfstan's head whipped around as he heard the unguarded comment from Gabby. "Shhhhh!" he hissed at his friend, giving him a furious look.
Gabby looked at Elfstan and the others shamefaced. He murmured a quiet apology, moved back to the table and sat down.
Belle came up to the counter as casually as she could, she looked momentarily towards the table where Gabby, Elfstan, Tanzy and Káin sat. If Gabby were accustomed to addressing Butterbur familiarly, to not address him so would look odd. “Goodman, may I lodge here for tonight and possibly next?” she said, thinking it best to distract the Innkeeper.
“Butterbur looked around, saw a Healer’s tunic, and smiled. “Surely, Master Healer! Going back to Minas Tirith, I’ll warrant!” Belle smiled, willing to let the Innkeeper think whatever he wanted about her final destination and her gender.
Butterbur paused for a moment, then leaned conspiratorially towards the Green Istar. In a low voice, he said, “I hear tell that the King himself is to live in Annúminas! Is it so?”
This, at least, Belle could answer truthfully. “Aye, sir; so he purposes. There should be much travel to and from Bree on the way.” At which comment Butterbur looked well-pleased, since more travelers meant more trade for The Prancing Pony.
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Káin wiped the juices of the sausage he had just devoured from his moustaches. He noticed Belle and Rían at the counter talking to the Innkeeper and hoped they were organizing everyone’s accommodations. He looked at Gabby, who had returned to the table looking a little abashed and noticed Elfstan’s slight scowl.
Káin shrugged and picked some meat from between his teeth with the point of his knife. He wiped the knife on his leggings and returned it to its sheath, giving Tanzy, Gabby and Elfstan a smile.
Replete from his meal, he leaned back in his chair and balanced precariously on its two back legs, rocking back and forth. He looked around the room taking in the nefarious looking group at the next table, and furrowed his brow. Káin was a little concerned that one of the men seemed all too interested in the Hobbits, himself, Belle and Rían.
The man scraped his chair back and said something to his companions, raising a chuckle from them. Káin, sensing trouble afoot, dropped his chair back on all four legs, and rested his hand on his axe. The man seemed the worse for too much drink as he weaved his way towards the table.
“Now, little lady,” the man said roughly, taking hold of Tanzy’s shoulder. “I know ‘obbits are good at entertainin’. ‘Ow about you givin’ us a song and a ….”
The rest of his remark was cut short as the man suddenly found himself partner to Káin’s knuckles on his chin. The man lost his balance, staggered backwards, knocking several chairs flying and landed in a heap on the feet of one of his companions.
“I think the lady is quite happy where she is, laddie!” growled Káin, moving around the table and planting himself between Tanzy and the man who was now struggling to gain his feet, tangled up in the chair legs.
A tingle suddenly ran down Káin’s spine and he almost groaned. ‘Oh Lor,’ he thought to himself. He knew surely that Belle would be watching.
Tanzy stood up and cheered., "Yes! Take that you low-life scum! That will teach you to mess with Master Dwarf and this Hobbit!" Tanzy clapped loudly, gave Káin a big kiss on the cheek, and then bowed. "I am most humbly in your debt, best of all Dwarves!"
Tanzy looked around at her glaring companions, who stared at her, stupefied by the two ‘low key’ characters. "Ahhhh, well; that is to say, thank you very much ... uh, hummmm ... pass the bread, please, Elfstan …” she trailed off, sitting down once more.
Belle’s eyebrows went up to her hairline. ‘Not again!’ she moaned inwardly. She trotted over to where the man still sat on the floor. “King’s Healer here! Stand back, please!” the Istar commanded, not looking at Tanzy and Káin. As the injured fellow’s companions stepped aside, allowing her to stoop down to examine him, Belle muttered out of the corner of her mouth, “Get out of here! Now!”
She proceeded to ask the man a dozen questions about his condition, hoping to distract him and his companions from a retaliation on the Dwarf. For a few moments, it seemed to work, then suddenly, one of the men said menacingly, “’Ere!! No! No one ‘its one of ours and gets away wiv it! After ‘im!”
When Janell and Melgir had entered the Inn, they had found a seat with other Rangers whom Janell had recognized from when she helped with the Shire years back. Deep in conversation with the other rangers, they were distracted as someone shouted.
Melgir and Janell both turned and were confronted with the ruckus involving Káin, Tanzy and another man. Melgir was about to rise from his chair when he saw Káin, and sat back down. He knew that Káin was capable of coping with such a situation, and he was not going to be mixed up in a common brawl!
Concerned for the other members of the company, however, Janell could not help it but get involved. She pushed back her chair and gestured for Melgir to follow. A little reluctantly, Melgir conceded and joined his daughter as she started towards the disruption to see what was going on.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Melgir’s arm, turned him around and clouted the Elf across the chin. Melgir went spinning off his feet. Janell responded immediately and threw her elbow out at the man who hit her father, catching him across the chest, knocking the wind out of him!
Elfstan span around in his chair, turning just in time to see Melgir catch a fist to the chin that knocked him over. Elfstan made his decision in an instant. “The Shire!” he yelled, as he threw himself into the fray. ‘It paid to be low to the ground’, he thought, as he tackled one of the Big Folk around the knees, knocking him down to the floor.
Rían jumped after Elfstan, thinking that the young Hobbit was in over his head. After seeing Elfstan’s expert handling of the bigger man, however, Rían had no more worries on that account. His Elven instincts had him ducking to avoid a tankard of ale that was hurled at his head. He span gracefully and connected with another of the ruffians who had begun all this nonsense in the first place. One well-placed fist had that particular Secondborn out cold on the floor.
Dusting his hands in satisfaction, Rían looked down and cricked his neck, then went to Melgir to help him up. “That ruffian would have never landed a punch like on a brother Elf, had he not taken that cheap shot,” said Rían to Melgir. Smiling, the two Elves stepped back into the fray to lend their hands to the quelling of the situation.
Tanzy had already felt a storm beginning to brew in the room, and as it took shape with a slug connecting with Melgir, she grabbed Káin by the arm and yelled, "Come on, Master Dwarf! We can take them! We've been through worse than this! I'll trip them, and you finish them off. Agreed?" This she said as she lunged into the crowd at knee height. There she came face to face with Elfstan. They grinned at each other through the forest of legs and carried on!
Gabby, still feeling somewhat embarrassed by his earlier comments, was pulled out of his mood by the noise of breaking furniture and turned to see his friends and some Big Folk embroiled in a fracas. Gabby’s eyes opened wide, his instant reaction was to reach for his beloved frying pan. Thus armed, Gabby rushed towards the flailing group, and launched an attack at a burly figure who was attempting to better Káin.
Clanggggggg! was the last thing the man heard, as Gabby’s frying pan connected with his head.
The sound reverberated around the Inn and Káin guffawed loudly as the man’s eyes crossed, his knees buckled, and he fell almost gracefully to the floor. The sudden onslaught of a raging Hobbit flailing a large frying pan was too much for the troublesome men. Grabbing each others arms, and with Barliman’s voice ringing in their ears they hurried for the door.
Belle had watched in dismay as the man she was tending suddenly scrambled to his feet and returned to the fray. She watched Tanzy and Káin take him down, and would have laughed out loud, but just then, a massive man with hands like hammers and a head the shape of an anvil, who did not know the fight was over, picked Belle up by the collar with one hand. He hauled back with his fist to strike her, but found himself in the next instant kneeling on the floor in utmost agony. Arnaud had taught her some nasty tricks!
As he hunched over, tears streaming from his eyes, Belle yanked his head up by the hair and hissed, “I serve the King, you fool!” Too late, the man saw the collar of her Healer’s tunic, and realized his error. A look of terror replaced the look of pain as he tried to get away.
The Green Istar fairly threw the man down in disgust. “Go!” she roared, her patience at an end. “And disturb not the King’s peace again!” She watched him crawl off, whimpering.
“And good riddance!!” called the Innkeeper after them.
Barliman Butterbur looked around the room and shook his head, then he closed the inn door and walked towards the counter. “No need for any worry folks. Free drinks on the house!”
He grinned warmly at Gabby and his friends, who were now repairing the damage after the fight, lifting chairs and tables to their upright position. “I always know it will be interesting, when Hobbits are around,” he chuckled.
They were all silent, in spite of Barliman’s offer of drinks on the house. One by one, the Inn’s patrons either went back to their tables or departed, muttering as they went, some looking a little afraid.
Then, in the uneasy quiet that ensued, the Green Istar felt eyes upon her. She looked across the room at a man leaving the inn, looking at her over his shoulder appraisingly, almost insolently. For a moment, his cape parted as he reached for the door handle. A chill swept over her as she realized that the weapon at his belt was a Haradrim knife. What manner of man was this? Then another thought struck her. 'So much for low profiles! Káin will rag me about this for weeks!’
As the room was righted and things were pretty much put back in order, Mr. Butterbur came up to Tanzy with a bow. "Excuse me, Little Miss, but I'll be judging you'll be wanting a room to yourself. I've got a nice Hobbit-sized room right next to the other Hobbits and your, uh, hum, champion Dwarf, that should make you feel quite safe.” Tanzy beamed up at the Innkeeper.
“If you come this way, I’ll be glad to show you." Butterbur offered his arm to Tanzy to show her the way, looking over his shoulder as he went. Some how he felt there might be less chance of further outbreaks if this little Hobbit lady and the Dwarf were separated.
Tanzy grinned widely. She thought of all the nights they had all camped together in the wilds, and somehow had forgotten she would probably not be sleeping with the others. Still, they were supposed to be low key and all ...
Rían helped right the last of the chairs in the common room of the Pony. He felt badly about the mess that had happened, but things could go amiss so quickly. The Elf made his way to his chamber to prepare for the night’s rest. As he lay upon his bed, his mind wandered to his family, and his heart yearned a bit more than was usual for them. But even more rapidly, his mind’s eye returned to the scene that he had witnessed at the end of the brawl.
Belle had subdued her opponent with a well-placed kick to his groin with her usual ease and elegance. Rían did not, however, miss the look that was exchanged afterwards, between the stranger with the Haradrim knife and the Green Istar.
‘That man bears watching,’ Rían thought to himself. With that thought, he drifted off into the waking dreams that Elves enjoyed. Peace filled his heart once more as he laid aside his cares, if only for a moment.
Káin, Gabby and Elfstan, meanwhile, stood talking, re-enacting their participation in the fray, gesticulating and laughing. The Dwarf turned towards Belle, Janell and Melgir, and bowed.
“Well, my friends, after such an interlude, I am ready for bed. What about you, Gabby, and you, Elfstan?” He held his hand up to stay the remark he was sure was about to leave Belle’s lips. “I know, I know, dear friend! Low profile!!” he grinned. Belle only rolled her eyes.
Stretching and stifling a large yawn, Káin asked Barliman if he would direct them to their rooms. The Innkeeper nodded. “I though perhaps you and the gentlemen Hobbits could share a room, if’n that be alright.”
Káin smiled. “Fine by me. Well, good night, Janell, Melgir, Belle. Sleep well, and I shall see you on the morrow!” With a final raise of his hand, Káin and his Hobbit friends made their way to their room. All three would talk for a while, anticipating what tomorrow would bring.
After all that happened, Melgir took a hold of Janell and asked if she was alright. Janell said, “Yes, it has been a while since we had a good fight.” She brushed her tunic off and made her way to the door.
Melgir and Janell made their way back to their room and got ready for bed. Janell felt strange sleeping in the same room with her father. But then again, he was her father, and no stranger. She drifted peacefully into dream.
As much as Belle ached to lay her limbs in one of Butterbur’s soft beds, her instincts told her that danger lurked. After being shown to her room, she put out the candle, went to the window, and climbed silently out, the window being only a few feet above the ground. Perhaps Gintel would have some news. She headed for the stables, ever alert for watching eyes.
Quiet now filled the Inn of The Prancing Pony. Each member of the company was lost within their own thoughts or dreams. Tomorrow would bring adventure again, but for now, peace reigned.
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: January 22, 2006 11:32
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((OoC: Amid the confusion...brilliance!))
Belle: Bellemaine
Elfstan/Rían: Scots56
Gabby: Brandywine
Káin: Rosearialelven
Janell/Melgir: Balrog
Tanzy: Shireling
Faith, Hope and Charity
Gintel whickered quietly as Belle stroked the horse’s nose. A lone lantern provided some faint light by which to see. After dealing with the cantankerous Secondborn in the Prancing Pony, the Green Istar welcomed the clean, mental contact of the bay mare. Well she understood Radagast’s preference for the company of animals. They had so much good sense, and seemed not to be troubled by the foolishness of Ilúvatar’s children.
The mare had nothing particular to say, but stood companionably with her mistress, and as the moments passed in peace, one by one, Belle relaxed her guard just a little. She did not feel herself to be in danger, but she could not get rid of the nagging feeling that there was trouble afoot.
Approaching footsteps broke the stillness. Whoever it was, he wasn’t trying to move quietly or in stealth, although from the looks of him, he could have. Belle’s hand gripped her staff. The man with the Haradrim knife stepped into the light of the lantern, and stood before the Green Wizard, regarding her impassively. His eyes showed bright in his swarthy face. “Who are you?” asked Belle.
“Raza,” he replied in Westron. Stranger. A fitting name for a refugee, she thought.
Presently, in fairly understandable Westron, both hands held out before him, the Southron stated his errand. There was a woman who needed the help of a Healer. He then paused, and, putting one forearm under the other, made a rocking motion, as though cradling a baby. He then clutched his midsection and moaned.
‘Oh! A woman in labor, it appears,’ thought Belle, if she understood the Southron correctly. It was her life’s work to attend to the ills besetting the subjects of the King. Since Aragorn had accepted the allegiance of the bested Haradrim who had survived the War of the Rings*, this man and his family qualified. As if reading her mind, the Southron spoke again with urgency. “You,” he said, pointing to Belle. “You are servant to the King. A Healer. You will come?”
Belle patted the bag of herbs and small implements that she habitually carried at her side as a Healer, wishing with all her heart that Arnaud were there. She might be heading into ambush, but she must assist if she could. “I will rouse my fellow travelers, and then come with you,” the Green Istar said. Raza looked puzzled. Did the Healer not travel alone?
A welcome voice broke in. It was Elfstan walking toward her. Belle turned towards the stable door. She smiled broadly, half in greeting, half in relief, most happy to see the Hobbit.
“I see that our lives have become exciting soon after we come together again; is it not so?” Elfstan grinned at Belle. “Let us go and see what we can do.”
“We shall go together,” the Green Istar said to Raza, pointing to herself and Elfstan.
Rían had followed Elfstan from a distance as he left The Prancing Pony. Capable though the young hobbit may be, the elf didn’t feel comfortable having him wander about on his own.
Soon however, he saw Elfstan greet Belle who was talking with a man that spoke with a thick Southron accent. The three of them carried on a low conversation that Rían couldn’t quite catch. As Elfstan and Belle retrieved their healer bags, Rían understood that the man had come for help. Rían didn’t want to interfere with their healer duties, but neither did he want to leave them wandering around Bree at night with a Southron either. He was quite sure that they could take care of themselves, but still, it was better safe than sorry. Especially since the news of Saurman’s followers that they had heard earlier in the evening. Quietly as only elves can move, Rían followed at distance the small group heading towards the poorer part of Bree.
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Gabby had been unable to sleep and was sneaking out of the room. 'I hope I don't wake Elfstan and Káin,' he thought to himself. As he exited the room quietly, and left the Inn, he was sure he had spotted a familiar cloak rounding a corner toward the stables. Gabby’s intention had been to go to see a fellow he knew in Bree to see what news was afoot, but the urge to follow the Elf, Rían, was just too much.
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Káin turned restlessly in his bed. His dreams had taken him far away, back to his home and his father. He mumbled in his sleep. The wet nose of Dróin and the noise of a window opening disturbed his slumber. Káin opened one eye in time to see Elfstan disappear over the sill.
“Wha! Who!!” Káin’s still sleeping mind tried to register where he was and what he was seeing. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, patting the little dog. ‘Where was he off to?’ he thought to himself. “This needs investigation,” the Dwarf uttered aloud, lifting Dróin and placing him on the floor.
Swinging his legs out of bed, he sleepily struggled with his leggings, then pushed his feet into his boots.
As he looked around the room, he saw that Gabby was missing too. “Hmmmmm; something is going on here,” he muttered.
Grabbing his jerkin and axe on his way to the window, the Dwarf heaved himself out through the opening and landed on the ground, which was, thankfully, not too big a drop. The dog landed beside him and ran off ahead. “Thank Aüle, that Hobbit rooms are near the good earth,” he said and pushed his axe into his belt.
Off at a trot, Káin could see Elfstan ahead, then disappear around a corner towards the stables. Káin hurried on, and rounding the edge of the wall, he could see Rían and Gabby standing in the shadows. The stable door was slightly ajar, a thin gleam of light emitting from the gap.
Káin stopped just short of the door and watched as Elfstan entered the stable, followed by Gabby. Rían remained at the door.
Nodding to the Elf, Káin peered around the door. Belle was stood talking to the man from the Inn, the one who had been carrying the Haradrim knife. His beard bristled. It seemed that the man wanted the Istar to accompany him. Elfstan was agreeing to go with the Istar, and it was enough for him that Belle needed help.
He hurried forward. “Count me in,” Káin said, shrugging his jerkin on and resting his hand on his axe. Belle smiled at the Dwarf, and inwardly chuckled at Raza’s bemusement. “He also comes with us,” she told him, watching the Southron’s eyes grow wide.
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Tanzy had just nodded off with the beginnings of a dream about Gabby in the river when Wind Dancer's cry broke through her slumber. "Wind Dancer?" she called jumping out of bed and pulling on a cloak. "I'm coming; hold on!"
She followed the hawk’s cries, and found him perched atop a stable where the rest of the company were gathered.
‘What's this?’ she thought. 'Is something wrong with the horses?’
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Melgir and Janell had been unable to sleep. They decided to go for a walk to check out their surroundings. As they were walking down one of the streets, they saw some of their group enter the stables, and were curious to know what was going on. Standing to one side, Melgir and Janell looked at each other, having heard what was said and followed their companions.
The group of friends having assembled, they followed the astonished Southron as a unit. Belle silently sent up grateful thanks to every Vala there was. It was no bad business to have the entire company – and armed, no less! – coming with her.
The Southron, however, took a different view. Great must be the status of a Healer, marvelled Raza, to go about with such an entourage! And they carried weapons! He led the company down a dimly lit and shabby looking passage, stopping outside a hovel.
As they paused before the doorway to the mean-looking dwelling, Belle gestured for Raza to allow them inside. Suddenly, the sound of a woman’s anguish broke the stillness. It was not the moaning of a woman in labor, however. Rather, it was the keening of a woman bereft. Belle grabbed Tanzy and pulled her inside, Elfstan following close behind. The child! What had happened to the child?
Tanzy gasped as she stood by Belle’s side.
By the dim light of the small fire a woman could be seen sitting on a rude, makeshift bed stained with the aftermath of birth. She was hunched over a small bundle, rocking and crying aloud. Another tiny bundle on the bed moved and cried weakly, but its mother paid it no heed, caught up in her grief.
“Eru! Twins!” muttered Belle under her breath to the Hobbits. “She delivered them alone! One alive and one not!”
“Tanzy! See to her!” the Istar barked, taking the lifeless child away toward the small fire. “Elfstan! Look to the other child!”
Melgir and Janell stood in the doorway. What they saw inside caused them both to take a breath. A woman had just given birth to two children. Janell had never seen this before. It was amazing to the eyes of an Elf. To have a child born in this day and age was a welcome sight to see, however poor the circumstances. A new life meant hope.
Melgir looked at Janell and noticed the expression on her face. He put an arm around her shoulder and gave her a hug. Janell looked at him and smiled.
“I wish I had been there to see you being born, Janell.” Melgir said. A tear ran down his face as he looked back at the woman with two children.
He looked at Belle and said, “We will stand guard to see that we are not disturbed.” The Green Wizard looked up and nodded the briefest of acknowledgements to Janell and her father, then bent to her task. Father and daughter stood outside the door and guarded it.
Tanzy, meanwhile, rushed to the distraught woman’s side and knelt before her.
“There, there, my lady,” she said. “You just let the graces of this wonderful Istar flow through your son. If anyone can help him, she can. And I’ve seen her do some pretty miraculous things,” Tanzy added, stroking the woman’s head. “Tell me, what is your name, my dear?”
“Ha-Ha-Hamanullas*,” sobbed the woman in a quiet, forlorn, and broken voice.
“Hamanullas,” said Tanzy, “Well, that’s a fine, beautiful name! Come, let me help you tidy yourself so that you and the babies will be more comfortable and warmer.”
Tanzy worked at washing some of the blood away with water from a bucket set nearby. She crooned softly and spoke encouragingly to Hamanullas all the while, making sure she always had a comforting hand on her. The Hobbit quickly and modestly removed the woman’s grungy tatters, and covered her in a blanket that was lying folded and clean on some straw. She gave the woman her own Hobbit cloak, too, as added comfort, and continued to rock her in her arms.
Tanzy looked anxiously over Hamanullas’s head as the Istar worked with the child. The Green Istar, however, did not return her glance.
In the pale light of the fire, Belle quickly unwrapped the newborn she had taken from its mother. A boy! How blue he looked, and how cold he felt! Had Mandos claimed him already? She felt the Doomsman’s presence and gritted her teeth. All Healers strove with Mandos, but Belle perceived him perhaps more clearly than most.
“Fight for him!” said the Vala. But the Green Wizard was already at work. She gently cleared the child’s tiny mouth, placed him face down on her lap, and gave him a sharp tap between the shoulder blades. Liquid came out of the baby’s mouth. She rubbed his limbs with his swaddling clothes. “Breathe!” Belle muttered. “Breathe!”
Moment by moment, each one as long as an Age, slowly passed. Then, just as Belle was about to consign the boy to the care of the Doomsman, he took a small shuddering breath … then another …. and another! He let out a wail. His blue visage by degrees became pink, and then red, as he cried in outrage at his rough treatment. Belle wrapped her cloak around the baby and put him up on her shoulder. “There, now! There, there, there …” she murmured soothingly. Out of the corner of one eye she thought she saw Mandos withdraw his hand. The boy would live.
She looked over to where the Hobbits stood. “How is the mother?” she asked. The boy allowed himself to be held without protest, and closed his eyes in sleep.
“Her name is Hamanullas,” said Tanzy with some asperity, “and she seems to be doing well.”
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After seeing that the baby girl was alright and watching Belle literally pull the boy from the jaws of death, Gabby was amazed into complete quietness. He could only shake his head in wonderment and awe at Belle's power, and Tanzy’s and Elfstan's knowledge of helping and healing.
"I'll just go make some food for this dear woman, then," he said quietly. With that, he walked to a corner that seemed to serve as a pantry/kitchen and began to root around for something he could fix for the woman and her family. Success followed and soon they would all have some tea and more.
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Káin stood quietly. He took a deep breath and watched as the drama unfolded before him.
His admiration for Tanzy grew by leaps as he watched the little Hobbit work, and Belle. He held his breath as Belle used all her strength to bring the second baby back from Mandos’ grip.
‘Come on, come on, hold on to life, little one,’ Káin whispered to the gloom. The Dwarf felt his heart lift when at last he heard a cry, and a tear trickled down his cheek.
Feeling behind him, Káin found a stool and sat down heavily.
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Elfstan stood apart from the group and watched Tanzy carefully as she ministered to the woman and girl-child. His heart lurched to see this family living thus, but what could one do? “We can do the best we can, and at least ensure that her life begins well,” he thought.
He made his way to Tanzy and gently took the baby from her protective embrace. He sat on the edge of the bed so that the mother could see what he was doing. “…7, 8, 9, 10 fingers and as many toes,” grinned the Hobbit Healer, looking at the exhausted mother.
“She’s a beautiful child. Healthy, too!” Looking over at Belle and the infant boy, he grinned as he turned back to their mother. “It looks to me as if you’re going to have your hands full for the next few years!” Now that the woman was clean and warm, Elfstan handed the small girl-child back to Hamanullas, and tucked the blanket around them both, making them as comfortable as may be.
Janell and Melgir remained outside, standing guard. The odd passer-by had looked towards them with questionable expressions on their faces. Janell looked at her father, shrugged her shoulders, and gestured for the people to continue on their way.
Rían met with Janell and Melgir outside the house. He took up a position alongside the other two. “I think they’ve enough help in there for now, don’t you?” he asked. Babies made the Elf nervous, but the thought of twins made his mind spin! He could not quite come to terms with that!
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Raza, who had taken in all that transpired, looked at the Green Istar in great fear. No coward, he, yet he thought his heart would fail. Before his own eyes, the Healer called Bellemaine had shifted shape, from a male who bested a lout in the Prancing Pony to a female who stood there comforting his newborn son whose life she saved. How could this be? He, or she, must be a powerful sorcerer, he concluded. Even more powerful than Saruman …
But at that thought Raza could do naught but fall on his knees, eyes pleading, tugging at Belle’s sleeve like a beggar. “Please, Master! Mistress! Leave me my child! Do not take my son, as did the other!”
Belle motioned with her head for Raza to rise. When he had gained his feet, she placed the baby gently in his arms but said nothing, merely raising her eyebrows in inquiry. What other?
Sometimes silence is the strongest encouragement to speech. Raza therefore continued, although in a calmer manner, seeing as how Belle had given him the child. “The one like unto you.” He closed his eyes for a moment in anguish. “Who took our son away.”
Belle regarded the Southron impassively. Saruman had twisted and perverted the Firstborn; the fact that the Secondborn were his prey also should not have surprised her. Well, at least Raza and Hamanullas had this son, and a daughter, as consolation. The Green Istar said simply, “I serve the King. I will not take your son.”
Hamanullas, hardly daring to believe their good fortune, began to cry softly. Raza gave the boy to his wife, and Tanzy tucked Hamanullas and the twins in all the more secure.
Raza now saw how he could repay this sorcerer who served Elessar. Perhaps he (or was it she?) would protect him, too, if he told what he knew.
“I, too, serve the King,” Raza said, in a low voice. He spoke on. “The followers of the Evil One have sworn revenge against Elessar. They have fled to the East beyond the plains of Gorgoroth, and there they plan to assemble in power. Many arts have they!” But to himself he thought, ‘The King has his own sorcerer, and he will not be easily overcome!’
From where he was seated, Káin heard Raza’s words and considered them carefully. The Dwarf was cautious. Here was someone of which they knew nothing. Could they trust him? He was Southron, when all was said and done; Aragorn’s amnesty notwithstanding. Why should this stranger confide such information to them? The Dwarf stood up and moved to stand by Belle. He would hold his opinion for the moment. He looked at the rest of his friends and wondered what they were thinking.
For the most part and at that particular moment, the matter seemed settled, judging by his companions’ expressions. To the East they would go.
Gabby worked with what was available in the meager stores of these poor people. He knew that they hadn’t enough food to feed themselves and the company unless he used nearly everything. Rooting around near the window for potatoes Gabby was suddenly startled by a face in the window. He quickly drew in his breath wand was about to speak out when the strange face put a finger to its lips and pointed to the door and a sack in his other hand.
Not knowing what would happen but sensing no danger, Gabby nodded that he would be quiet. The stranger proceeded to the door.
The stranger quietly entered the humble dwelling. “I have brought food for this family and for those of you who have helped them.” The man was a Southron and from the look of friendship that passed between he and Raza, he was known and trusted. “Know this,” he said, addressing the group, “you have more friends than you know and many who are now loyal to the King.” With that said he turned and left.
Some time later replete with good food and the thrill of having witnessed much that night the band of travelers headed back to the Inn, knowing as they did that things might well be looking up.
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* Encylopedia.the free dictionary says, in part:
“At the time of the War of the Ring, the Southrons were in league with Sauron and fought alongside his orc army, riding atop gigantic, elephant-like mûmakil. Once Sauron was destroyed, the Southrons submitted to the rule of King Elessar.”
* Raza – Westron for ‘stranger’.
* Hamanullas - Westron for ‘small, blue flower’
[Edited on 23/1/2006 by scots56]
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: February 26, 2006 10:13
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Disappearance in the Night
Arriving back at the Inn, everyone dispersed to their individual rooms to sleep a few hours, with the agreement to meet for lunch around midday and discuss what to do next.
The common room of the Inn was not particularly crowded when Gabby came down, but on looking around he saw Káin, and recognized some others as "regular" Breelander customers of the Inn.
Káin drained his mug of ale and rubbed his chin. A noise behind him made him turn and he smiled as he saw Gabby.
“Over here, my dear Hobbit. Join me,” the Dwarf called, raising his hand and gesturing for his friend to come to the table.
Tanzy cocked her head around from the kitchen door when she heard Káin’s voice and greeting to Gabby. She excused herself from the cook, who had given her a scrumptious sweet roll, and wandered over to the table.
"Morning, my good friends! Mind if I join you?" she said, licking her fingers.
"Good morning, Miss Furfoot," Gabby said, eyeing Tanzy's sweet roll with desire. "Actually, it's ‘Good afternoon!’ And I'm starved! Where did you get that?"
Tanzy grinned from ear to ear, and winked teasingly at the Hobbit and Dwarf. "Well, if you are really nice, maybe the cook back there will be kind enough to provide one for you. Or should I ask for you?" she laughed.
Káin grinned and moved a chair, so that Tanzy could sit down. “I have already eaten, lassie,” he said patting his stomach, “but I have no doubt that Gabby will be thankful for a bite to eat.”
The Dwarf turned his head to look around the room. “Has anyone seen the rest of our company? We really need to” -- he leaned forward towards Gabby and Tanzy, and cupped his hand to his mouth, then continued in a low voice -- “discuss things, do we not?”
Entering the common room, Melgir and Janell saw their friends sitting at a table. Janell suggested to Melgir that he join them, then she walked over to Barliman, who was behind the counter.
“Could I impose upon you for something, Mr. Barliman?” Janell asked.
Barliman raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Janell inclined her head and continued. “I wonder if my group and I could use one of your private rooms for a few hours? We have a rather delicate and very important conversation to discuss, and we do not wish to be disturbed. And perhaps some food,” Janell added, while looking at the rest of the group around a table. She noticed Káin leaning over to whisper to his companions.
“Why, yes you could use one of my parlors. I will get it set up for you, and let you know when it’s ready. And I will have food prepared.” Barliman smiled, called to Nob and disappeared into one of the private rooms.
Having arranged for the room in which to discuss their business, Janell walked over to see the rest of the company. Halfway across the room, Janell noticed a ranger that she had seen before. She walked over to his table and shook his hand. Melgir went to the company.
“Nice to see you again, Bernon. It has been sometime,” Janell said.
Bernon looked at him with a puzzled look. “Do I know you?” he asked.
“We were both here sometime ago helping out with the Shire.”
He stood up and greeted him. “How have you been?”
“Fine. How long are you here for?” she inquired.
“I live here now. Best place in the world to live. It is in the center of nowhere. Why do you ask?”
“I would like a word with you later. Where could I find you? She asked.
“I’ll be around. Just ask Barliman for me.” he said.
With that said she left and joined the rest of the group.
At that moment, Elfstan put his head around the door. Smiling broadly, he sauntered over to where his friends had gathered. “How good to see everyone!” He patted his stomach. “I could do with a second breakfast, couldn’t you?” he looked expectantly at his friends. Rían, who had entered the room behind Elfstan, forbore to laugh. He had become acquainted over time firsthand with Hobbits’ love for food. The Elf took a seat next to Janell and Melgir.
“You're only on second breakfast, Elfstan?" queried Tanzy. "I'm almost through with elevenses, and ready for lunch! You must be starved!”
As Rían made his way into the Common Room of the Pony behind Elfstan, he smiled to himself thinking about the Hobbits’ need for provender — it was never-ending, it seemed. “Be careful, Hobbits; Barliman may run out of breakfasts, second and otherwise, if you are not more judicious in your meal taking!” Elfstan and Tanzy looked taken aback for just a moment; they then realized that the quiet Elf was teasing them once again.
“I never know when he’s teasing and when he’s not,” muttered Elfstan to Tanzy. “I wouldn’t want to try to best him in any game of chance, that’s for sure.”
Káin grinned to see Elfstan and Rían, and he chuckled aloud to hear Tanzy’s spirited response to the Healer Hobbit, but for some reason he felt uneasy. To Janell’s offer of a private parlor he agreed most readily, although there were a few looks from some of the others. What was wrong with the Common Room? The Dwarf looked about. One of the company was missing, and it was the one with whom he most urgently desired to speak. “Has anyone seen Belle?” he asked.
It was Elfstan’s turn to laugh. “Not since last night,” he chortled. “She was giving Butterbur what for ‘cause there wasn’t enough hot water for her bath.” The Hobbit laughed so hard his face turned crimson, and he was gasping for breath. “What she didn’t know was, that it was because he was bringing it all to us Hobbits!” Elfstan fairly howled. The idea that he had beaten the Istar to a hot bath was, for some reason, very funny. It was one of those frequent occasions that the humor in the situation got the better of the Hobbit.
“I see!” said a familiar voice.
Elfstan started, and looked up to see Belle standing over him. She had obviously cleaned herself up, he was relieved to see. But that look on her face! Surely she wasn’t going to reprimand him over bath water, was she? And why was she wearing her cloak? Was she going out?
Before Elfstan could ask, however, Janell interrupted. “We have one of the private parlors for our use,” she said to the Istar.
“It is well,” the Green Wizard replied quietly to the Elf. “For something has happened, and we have much to discuss away from prying eyes and ears.”
Janell looked towards Barliman, who was now back at the counter, and acknowledged his signal that the room was ready.
"I see that the room is ready. I also have ordered food for us," Janell said, while looking at the Hobbits.
“That was thoughtful of you, to order food for us, Janell, or I am afraid I would have to beg you all to wait until I had finished," Gabby stated. With that he picked up his plate, and with his napkin still around his neck, said, "Lead on!"
Shortly, the company was inside a most comfortable parlor, with a table and chairs for all. A fire blazing in the fireplace warmed the room admirably. The ever efficient Nob had put food and drink on a sideboard, and to Gabby’s delight, there were a few sweet rolls.
The Green Istar asked Janell and Melgir if they would keep an eye and ear on the door. “I value your keen Elven senses,” she said. “For what I am going to say, for what we all must discuss, we must not be overheard or disturbed.” She positioned herself at the parlor’s only window, the better to see if anyone approached.
Janell and Melgir stood on either side of the door with their backs to it. They did not want to miss anything said.
Raising a hand for silence, Belle began. “I want to thank you, all of you, for your help last night. Each of you had a part to play in a story that might not have ended as happily otherwise.”
The Istar paused, noting the smiles and nods. In a voice that took a grim tone, she continued. “I went back this morning to see how Hamanullas and the children were faring.”
The others looked at the Wizard expectantly.
“They were gone. Hamanullas, the twins, and Raza – all gone! No one seemed to know what had become of them. It was a though they were never there.” She put a hand to her face and bowed her head, leaning against the wall for support. Straightening up, and looking at her friends, Belle added, “This is not a good sign. I have had much misgiving over whether to believe Raza. I do not know if he can be trusted. But mayhap others wished him ill. What say the rest of you?”
A chair scraped back and Káin rose to his feet, a deep scowl on his face. He thumped his axe haft onto the floor. “Gone!” He snorted derisively. “As though I were to be surprised! Seemed all a little too contrived to me! Turning up at the stable, then the hovel,” he growled and paced to the fire, resting his hand on the mantle.
“ ‘Never trust Southrons’ is my motto, and I have yet to be swayed otherwise.” The Dwarf spat into the fire, causing the logs to crackle. He raised his other hand. “Yes, yes, I know there was the birth, and the babies, but we all know what tricks can be played on unsuspecting minds …. Don’t we!” he said, grimacing. “Even though Saruman is gone, his manipulative and evil powers are being wielded by others.”
Káin felt Tanzy’s eyes on him, and not wanting to enter into conflict with her, he turned to stare into the fire, the flames flickering dark shadows on his face and lighting his eyes.
Tanzy frowned and looked a little askance at the Dwarf."Well, as far as that goes, my dear Dwarf, I believe the babies should be our primary concern. New life takes precedence over all, at least with Hobbits … at least female Hobbits. But I must agree Káin; this news disturbs me too. I wasn't going to say anything for a bit, because I hoped and thought he was just hunting, but Wind Dancer took off with a screech last night, and I haven't heard from him since. I'm getting an uneasy feeling about all this now." She turned a concerned face to Belle with an apologetic look. "Sorry, Belle. I guess I should have mentioned it earlier, all things considered."
“Babies! Well, we’ll see, Tanzy,” Káin muttered into the hearth. He shifted uncomfortably. “I will believe what happened, when and if we ever find them again. Let us hope that Wind Dancer is safe, and can perhaps bring us news.”
The Dwarf sat down disgruntedly and studied his axe blade, licking his finger and running it along the sharp edge. His face glowered as he sat and listened to the others.
Melgir was standing by the door, and looked at Káin, taking in what the Dwarf had said.
“The King has pardoned all the Southrons. Can you not give them a chance on turning the tides? This country is in enough turmoil that we have to give them an opportunity to change,” the Elf said.
“But Father, look what they did on the Pelennor! They sided with Sauron and killed many of our people! That includes the one in Mirkwood. I fought with them on the field and they are brutal. They will never change!” Janell was now shouting and pointing to the East. She sent a look of hatred to her father.
“But, Janell. You gave me a second chance; why not them?” Melgir shouted. Then he realized what he had said.
As Melgir and Janell started talking, Tanzy went over to Káin and shook her finger at him. "Hmmfph! Listen, Master Dwarf, I assure you Elfstan and I know real babies when we hold them! They were very real, so don't be so cynical."
Káin raised his eyes slowly, and looked into Tanzy’s face. His demeanor was all but menacing, and his expression darkened with displeasure. He stood and looked down at the Hobbit. “Do not presume to lecture me, Mistress Hobbit. You may well have felt you were holding living beings, but believe me, I have seen stranger things in my time.” His voice lowered “And do not wag your finger at me!”
The Dwarf moved away, giving a cursory backward glance towards Belle. “Perhaps you need to say something, Istar.” He gestured with his head towards Janell. “Feelings seem to be running a little high.”
Káin leaned against the mantle once more, his face still dark, his jaw muscles flexing.
Rían shifted slightly in his chair while dark looks passed over his usually calm countenance. Tensions were indeed running higher than they had ever before, but that was not to be unexpected. The situation was strange at best, highly disturbing and quite possibly very dangerous, at worst. He, for one, did not underestimate the underlings of the defeated Saruman. They were, if anything, more dangerous now than before, in his opinion. Desperation would make them do risky things. Rían also did not disagree with Káin on the situation last night. It all just seemed a bit too convenient. Caution was needed now. Erring on the side of trust just could get them all killed.
Looking from one member of the group to the other, Gabby could hardly believe what he was hearing. They had had disagreements before, but he had never heard actual arguing. Perhaps this was the fruits of what followers of Saruman and other evils were able to sow. He shook his head in disbelief, but kept his peace.
Tanzy looked up at the Dwarf with a concerned and startled face, her mouth opened. She put her hands at first on her hips, then behind her back and stared at him askance. ‘Who are you, and what have you done with my friend Káin?' she thought. ‘That, and my, but he's a lot bigger than I realized from this angle!’
Still, she was a little hurt, and just a tiny bit scared by his reply. Now her foreboding about Wind Dancer's departure increased exponentially. She watched the Dwarf walk away, and looked down at her furry toes in great confusion.
The Istar, who had listened to all that was said, took out her pipe to light it. She needed a moment to think. The others watched tensely, for they had never heard Káin so harsh with words, and Janell’s outburst had startled them yet more.
After puffing for a while, Belle looked at Káin and sighed. “Old friend,” she said, “mayhap the spirit of Saruman yet haunts this place, but mayhap it does not. The Hobbits will testify that his body died, and he ascended skyward in smoke and fire.” The Istar blew a smoke ring into the air. She was reliving the time she had killed a Southron who had penetrated into Minas Tirith as far as the Houses of Healing. The War of the Rings was over, but was it, really, as long as its devastation burned in the hearts of those yet living?
Belle finally spoke, looking at the Dwarf, but addressing her remarks to all. “I know not what happened to Raza and his family, but of this I am sure. No enchantment was the child I saved, and no deception was its twin or their mother.” She drew in on her pipe and sent another burst of smoke into the air.
“Raza is beholden to me, and to all of us, enemy or no. This is the Southron way. I do not believe that he would harm us.” She paused. “But if there are others of his land who wish Elessar harm, they will try to stop us. And bitter will be the punishment they meet out to those who help us.”
The Istar thought of the boy, and unconsciously her arms curved into a cradle, as though she still held the tiny baby. She sent up a silent prayer to the Valar that the family be kept safe, although she feared it was too late.
“Elessar has given us a mission. It is ill fortune that we cannot depend on those to whom he has given amnesty, and we must watch our backs even within his borders. We must take great care in our provisioning, and leave as quietly as possible.”
Káin looked sideways at Belle and shrugged his shoulders. His dark mood smoldered, like the now low-burning logs. Maybe the Istar was right, and maybe she was not. Time would tell.
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: March 08, 2006 06:40
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(Thank you ladies for another wonderful RP.)
Stepping out onto the Road
As was the Dwarvish characteristic, Káin was stubborn. Even with proof, he would not change his opinion readily. His eyes wandered around his companions, then he rubbed his temple as if to dispel some dark specter that now sat in a crevice of his brain. Seating himself, he leaned back in his chair.
“The mission is of uppermost importance, of course,” he said, “and ‘taking care’ paramount in all our thoughts, I am sure!” He raised an eyebrow. “I am willing to follow the decisions of all here, but will still keep my own counsel as regards our supposed ‘allies’.”
His voice had a harsh timbre, he could hear it in his head and was momentarily disturbed, but felt no remorse for his words. Janell’s raised voice seemed to declare her opinion and Rian’s face, although seemingly calm, did appear to show that he was in agreement with the Dwarf’s thoughts, however slight.
“So what are our plans?” Káin asked quietly.
“I am going,” said Belle in a low voice, with more courage than she felt. She thought of Radagast and the Blue Wizards. She had to discover what had happened to them, for good or ill. “I must.” She looked at the Dwarf. “It will go easier if you ride with me, Káin.”
“I, for one, will be going with you, Belle,” said Rían. “It would break faith with King Elessar if we did not continue on our journey. We must do what he has bid us to do. This business with the Southron family has me worried. The need is greater now that we know what business they are up to.” Elfstan nodded his fervent agreement as his mouth was full of apple at the moment.
"I, for one, will be glad to be back on the road again. Of course, we must complete our mission for the King," Gabby declared. There was general consent in the room but all was not quite as comfortable as the company had previously been. "We will need provisions. With your approval, dear Istar, I shall set about finding them. Shall I go now?"
Belle held up her hand, and asked Gabby with her eyes to wait.
"I'm not deserting the King's mission! No self-respecting Hobbit would give up before a mission is complete!" piped up Tanzy. She ceased contemplating her toes and walked over to Káin with a tender and sheepish look in her eyes. Putting a timid hand on his shoulder, she gave him a small grin and said, "Besides, someone has to look after the grumpy Dwarf."
Káin’s body tensed momentarily. He looked at Tanzy’s hand, then his eyes traveled up to her face. “I suppose your concern regarding my grumpiness warrants some response, Mistress Hobbit,” he muttered, inclining his head towards her and trying to shake the overwhelming feeling of doom that invaded his thoughts. He just needed to get out of Bree and on with their mission.
Janell looked at Melgir and said nothing. The look in Melgir’s eyes said everything. He was fuming so much that it showed.
“I think we should be on our way to Rivendell. We can discuss what to do next. The tension is strong in this room. What say you all?” asked Janell.
“Aye, Master Elf, and none too soon, for my liking. I will feel safer out in the open than here, where dark passages and darker folks can hold unexpected surprises,” replied Káin.
“I think it wise to depart as soon as possible,” said the Green Istar, raising one eyebrow at Káin, but addressing her remark to Janell and Melgir. “The sons of Elrond remain in Rivendell, and we may yet take counsel of them.” Looking at the two Elves, she asked, “Do you deem it fit that we leave together as a group, or one or two at a time, to reassemble on the road outside of Bree? On the one hand, we do not want to call further attention to ourselves. On the other hand ” -- and here Belle paused to look out the window to make sure they were not being overheard - “anyone who wishes us ill knows where to find us. What do you suggest?”
“I think it would be advisable to go our separate ways and meet up in Rivendell.” Janell replied looking around the room. “This way if there are any Southrons out there then we won’t be caught as a group.”
Melgir nodded his head. “I agree. We should separate. If any of us are caught then the others can get us out of any situation we get into.”
Rían turned from the window where he had been looking westward, lost in his thoughts. At Melgir’s suggestion, he shook his head in response. “While I agree that we should be cautious, I think it would not be to our benefit to split up. It will be easier to ambush us if we are on our own rather than in a large group. I would then suggest that we leave in small groups, maybe a day apart from one another. We, then, can meet along the road well out of sight of Bree and hopefully any prying eyes. If we stagger, those of us who are more familiar with the wooded area here with those that are less experienced in woodcraft, then we can rejoin again at a safer distance.”
As the group pondered their departure, Belle suddenly laughed out loud. Ignoring Káin’s annoyed expression, she explained. “It is almost certain that we are being watched, and our movements tracked.” As she saw the heads nod in agreement, the Wizard continued. “So this is what we shall do. We shall leave together, and the more noticeable our departure, the better! Let us depart Bree with as much noise and fanfare as we can create! Then, at a certain point in the road, let us divide ourselves into three groups and go our separate ways. Whoever is assigned to watch us will not know whom to follow. We can then reassemble further down the road, or even in Rivendell. How does that sound?”
Elfstan started to giggle softly in his high Hobbit laugh. The more he thought about it, the more amusing that he thought the ploy could be. “Oh, yes,” he said delightedly, “they won’t know which of us to follow, and that way, we stand a better chance of losing them in the wood.
“I would suggest that the Hobbits and Káin go together.” Elfstan continued. “You know how the Big People always think Hobbits need looking after. What do you say to that, Káin? Do you want to be our protector?”
Even in his grave mood, the Dwarf’s mouth quirked into a smile at Elfstan’s words. “I hardly think, my good Hobbit, that you, Gabby or Tanzy need protection, but I will be more than pleased to accompany you.” The Dwarf’s thoughts turned back to the earlier fracas, the image of Gabby wielding his frying pan and the partnership of Elfstan and Tanzy tangling legs of the big Folk. A chortle left his throat and he slapped Elfstan on the back.
Káin glanced at Belle and indiscernibly shrugged his shoulders. The Istar had, after all, suggested that he ride with her, but perhaps it would be better if he did indeed stay with the Hobbits. Mayhap their cheerful dispositions would help dispel whatever it was that had dampened his spirit. And Belle was voicing no objections.
Janell looked at her father and nodded. "I think that Father and I should go alone. We need to talk about some things."
Melgir stared at Janell for a moment. "Yes,” the he-Elf agreed, “I think that would be good. I am sure the rest of you are capable of looking after yourselves?"
Rían looked over at Belle and sweetly asked, “Belle, would you do me the honor of accompanying me in our side journey? I feel that we could do justice to the diversion.”
The Green Istar looked at the Elf with something akin to relief, belied by the twinkle in her dark eyes. “Aye, Rían, and most welcome wilt thy company be. I had feared to be traveling alone!” At which remark Káin’s eyebrows went up, but he said naught.
Elfstan doubled over and peels of laughter came rushing over the companions. “This could be fun,” he said as tears of laughter streaked his face. His laughter was infectious, and the tension that had been there slowly started to subside.
“Gabby,” said Belle, smiling broadly, “proceed with our provisioning!”
Within an hour, the company was back in front of the Inn making a great to-do about being off on the road again. They left in a group, talking, laughing and singing with great animation as they headed into the wilds towards the Midgewater Marshes. It had been agreed upon that they would split company at the marshes, and join back together at Weathertop.
As the company traveled further from Bree, their tensions seemed to relax. While still on their guard and aware of the mysterious possibilities that could confront them; they none-the-less found themselves in one accord toward their mission as they encountered the marshes to the annoying tune of the Neekerbreekers.
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: March 16, 2006 05:38
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Mayhem in the Marsh
The journey from Bree to the edges of Midgewater Marshes passed uneventfully. They had camped within a mile or so from the notorious Forsaken Inn, on the edges of Chetwood.
The next day broke bright and dry and the group of friends continued on their way. Melgir and Janell rode together at the head, deep in discussion, Belle and Rían followed. There was laughter and conversation between the company as they kept up the appearance of their travels being of little importance.
The three Hobbits rode side by side and Káin followed a short distance behind at the rear. His mood had lifted as they left the confines of Bree and he knew he really should make amends with Tanzy, for his ill mannered behaviour at the Inn. He smiled inwardly as he watched the curly head of the she-Hobbit move animatedly as she talked with her friends.
They travelled on into the afternoon, the edges of the marshes just visible in the deepening light. Káin occasionally swatted a midge, the little creature that the Midgewater Marshes had been named after. He turned in his saddle, peering back along the road. It was getting late and the sound of the Neekerbreekers was becoming louder and louder. The thought of parting company soon, did not sit too well with the Dwarf although he knew that Melgir and Janell would be fine, as would Belle and Rían. But still…..!!
There is was again!! The crack of twigs in the underbrush. Káin spurred Murnin on and reined in beside Gabby, Elfstan and Tanzy. “Did you hear something?” he asked. His brows furrowed. “I am sure we are being followed.”
“Sssss. I think I heard it,” Elfstan murmured to Káin. He looked about trying to pinpoint the sound but was unable to do so due to the shuffling of the ponies’ hooves. “Do you think we are being followed?”
“Yes,” said Tanzy, “Wind Dancer keeps circling off behind us just a little way back. I’m sure he has sighted something of interest, and I do not think it is a potential meal.” She turned and looked toward Gabby.
Gabby nodded his assent at the feeling of unease expressed by Tanzy and continued to look warily around.
The Dwarf looked forward and watched the figures of Belle, Rían, Melgir and Janell disappear into the gloom, the sound of their horses’ hooves sucking at the boggy ground of the marshes. It seemed that this was the temporary parting of the ways. They would be stopping soon and resting in separate camps. Under normal circumstances, he would have called a farewell, but these were not normal circumstances.
“Seems we are on our own now,” Káin said quietly. “I think we should find some dry ground and settle for the night. What say you?”
Elfstan tried his utmost to look casual as he to continued to surreptitiously look around to see if he could find the source of the sounds they were still hearing. Nothing seemed to be stirring now though. All was quiet except for the sounds of their own ponies’ breath and hoof beats.
"I think settling down for the night would be a good idea," he said, turning to Tanzy and Gabby "Are you two ready to call it a night?"
“I am up for a good meal and then turning in,” Gabby piped up. He too was looking for the source of the sounds and was eager to dismount and see what was afoot. The hairs on his hobbit toes were standing on end. He also felt that they were being followed.
“Just give me a moment,” Káin said, dismounting. He strode off towards the tussocks of marsh grass and stamped around with his foot. “It seems a bit too boggy this way. Perhaps we should keep more to the road. It would also keep us away from these irritating midges,” he called over his shoulder, swatting his face and neck.
Káin swung into his saddle, settled himself, gathered his reins and clicked Murnin to move off, his three companions following at a sharp trot. A few hours later they found a small area of grass that was firm and dry and set about making camp for the night.
As they busied themselves, unsaddling their ponies and preparing for an evening meal, Káin was certain he heard wet sounding footsteps and thought he saw some movement in the mounds of marsh grass.
“What can I do to help you with dinner, Gabby? I want to make sure we get to eat before those noises turn into anything we have to face on an empty stomach!” So saying, Tanzy hurried to help unload the pots and pans.
“Here you go Tanzy. Could you lay out these vegetables for me and I’ll get them started,” Gabby told his helpful friend. Leaning close to Tanzy he told her what he felt about being watched and instructed her to keep a pan close to clobber any intruder with.
“Ahhhh. A good supper, Gabby!” said Elfstan as he raised his mug in salute to their most capable cook. The Hobbit then surrendered to a good stretch and settled in for a quiet talk with his friends around the campfire. He kept scanning the dark edges past the firelight, straining to hear any sounds other than nightly sounds, any movement that spoke of danger. All seemed quiet on the surface.
Káin sat down next to Tanzy and picked at his leggings, removing some bits of hair. He cleared his throat. “I trust you have forgiven this old grumpy Dwarf, lassie,” he mumbled, running his fingers embarrassedly through his hair. “I really do not know what came over me, back in Bree.”
Tanzy was relieved to have the Dwarf finally want to clear the air about their disagreement. She had long forgiven him, almost immediately, but she was still a little concerned that he had not done likewise. Seeing him fidgeting self-consciously and actually “asking” for forgiveness, Tanzy was overcome with compassion and tenderness. It is not easy for a Dwarf to ask for forgiveness! She heaved a huge audible sigh.
She turned a radiant smile up to the Dwarf and gave him an affectionate kiss on the forehead. “Oh, Master Dwarf, it takes more than that to shake a determined Hobbit off your tracks! Thanks for asking! There is nothing to forgive!” She gave him a hug while patting him on the back. She turned back to the fire swinging her legs energetically from the log she sat on and hummed happily, beaming with unabashed joy.
Following the good meal, afforded to them by the skills of Gabby, and feeling a little more relaxed, although still alert, the companions talked well into the night of their past adventures together and hopes for the future. The fire had burned low. Káin stretched and yawned, his joints cracking and he cricked his neck.
"I am for bedding down," the Dwarf said then leaned towards Tanzy. "You have a good night’s rest, little lassie. Do not worry that curly-haired head of yours, old Káin will be keeping an eye and an ear open this night." He patted Tanzy's arm and walked over to Murnin, unfastened his bedroll and spread it on the ground, close to the fire.
After throwing some wood on the embers and bringing the almost dead fire back to life Káin lay down and pulled his blanket across his shoulders.
Elfstan drew out his bedroll and made himself comfortable a short distance from the fire. He settled himself down and started to ease himself toward sleep.
It had been very quiet apart from the nightly noises of the forest. Elfstan had kept his sharp Hobbit ears peeled for any unusual sounds, and just as he had begun to relax, comforting himself with the thought that the sounds were more than likely their own nervous imaginings, another small crackling sound came from just outside the firelight.
Feigning sleep, Elfstan rolled over to face Káin across the fire, hoping that the Dwarf had not yet gone to sleep. As the Hobbit opened his eyes, he saw the Dwarf stiffen ever so slightly. Glancing toward the other two Hobbits, Elfstan saw that they too were on the alert.
Káin raised his eyebrow, his eyes glittering from the light of the fire, and nodded slowly to Elfstan. He made muttering and grunting noises as though he were trying to settle for the night.
“You heard!!?” he mouthed, then gestured slightly with his chin towards the patches of marsh grass, darkly shadowed in the moonlight. “Seems to be coming from over there.”
The Dwarf sat up and scratched his head and legs, giving the appearance that he was being bothered by midges.
“At the count of three, we rush the grasses, yes!!?” he whispered to his companions.
Káin then slowly moved back his blanket and counted ….’One….two…three…!!’ As one, the group of four stood, then ran into the marshes.
Gabby stood up ready with a fry pan in one hand and his knife, Elendrin, in the other. "Yah!" he shouted and heard his companions running beside him. "Watch out you Marsh Rat, you've stirred the ire of the bestest of Hobbits."
Tanzy ran close beside Gabby shouting, "You've met your match now!"
Elfstan took off behind Káin, drawing his sword as he ran. He saw a dark shape moving ahead and to the right of the thundering Dwarf. “Káin!” shouted Elfstan, “Look to your right! There he is!” With an agility that surprised the Hobbit, Káin swerved to his right and ploughed into the dark, gaining on the figure which was now struggling through the mire.
The boggy ground held the fugitive’s legs and Káin took advantage, launching himself across the now short distance between himself and his quarry. “Got you!!!” he roared as he grabbed at the man’s legs, forcing him forward and face down in a particularly squelchy pool. There was a flurry of wings and agitated squawks as a bevy of wild ducks took wing out of the grasses.
The man gurgled and continued to struggle. Káin lifted the man’s head by a handful of hair, allowing him to take a breath. “Don’t worry, I will let you up shortly,” Káin growled in the man’s ear. “Just waiting for my companions,” he said as he sat on his captive’s back.
Three small figures pushed their way through the tall reeds and could hardly contain their grins at the sight of a distinctly muddy Dwarf and his even muddier conquest.
“Be my guest,” Káin said to Elfstan, Gabby and Tanzy, resisting the urge to chuckle. He stood up and swept his arm, moving out of the way of his friends.
After binding his hands tightly with rope, Elfstan and Gabby rolled the man over onto his back. Káin roughly dragged him to his feet by the scruff of his neck.
“We’ll question him when we get back to camp,” the Dwarf said.
“Who are you and why have you been following us??” snapped Káin, throwing the man roughly to the ground. He stood over him and placed a foot on the man’s thigh, leaning his weight. The man curled his lip and groaned. “Well!!” Káin asked, digging his heel into the muscle.
“Bring me a lighted branch, Elfstan, we need a little more light on the situation,” Káin called over his shoulder. The man’s eyes widened and he tried to shuffle backward away from the Dwarf’s foot. Elfstan handed the burning torch to Káin. Holding the man by the front of his shirt, Káin brought the torch close to the rogue’s face. “Your name!!”
Sweat glistened on the man’s face from the heat and he licked his lips. “Karzad, Dwarf!!” he spat defiantly. “And I am not alone!!”
The man’s insolence made Gabby angry. He took the frying pan he held in his hand and banged the man on the head. "Mind your tongue cur," he said, "this Dwarf is friend to the King and to the rest of us," he added meaningfully.
“How many of you are there and where are the rest of your associates?” Káin continued, raising his hand to Gabby, motioning for the Hobbit to put down the frying pan. “And why are you following us. Who sent you…..Do you know of a man named Raza??”
Karzad’s eyes flicked from side to side. “Never heard of him….” he whined.
The Hobbits shook their heads and muttered to one another during Káin’s interrogation of their Southron prisoner. “I knew they were following us,” frowned Elfstan. “The only problem now, is what do we do with him now that we’ve caught him? We can’t just let him go! He could cause all sorts of mischief.”
The Southron spy Karzad looked from one face to the next. The reeking muck from the bog was trickling down his neck and along his face distracting him from the quiet conversation. How could he get himself free? Slowly, cautiously, he began to work at the knots that bound his hands. This group was more than just a gathering of friends as they had suspected. He desperately needed to get back to his superiors with the information that he had gleaned.
As the little group moved aside to discuss what to do with him in low voices, Karzad began working on the knots binding his hands in earnest. The little rat-folk thought they were so clever he thought. Karzad was a slippery fellow to begin with, and the marsh mud made the task even easier. “We’ll just see who is in control here,” sneered Karzad to himself. Soon the bonds worked themselves free and Karzad sprang.
He made for the young she-Hobbit, as she was closest to him. His assumption was that Tanzy, being a female, was therefore less likely to cause him trouble. “Trouble,” Karzad snarled to himself, “These rats don’t know what trouble is!”
Reaching Tanzy, he pulled out a jagged blade that he had concealed within his boot. He grabbed her by the hair, yanked her to him and drew the knife to her throat. “Now,” he hissed, “I don’t think you’d best be movin’. It’s time for me to be askin’ the questions. And I’d better get answers or the little lady ‘ere will be cut. An’ don’t think I won’t do it!” he snarled, as he spotted Gabby and Elfstan reaching for their swords. The two Hobbits froze, not wanting to cause Tanzy any harm.
Tanzy was furious! 'You stupid oaf!' she thought, her mind racing. 'You have no idea how agile we Hobbits really are!' She looked to where Káin stood, knowing he would be ready to act before the Southron could kill her. She kicked backwards, catching the Southron in the knee with her big furry heel, causing his leg to collapse and he stumbled. As he went halfway down, the knife nicked her throat, and for a moment she thought maybe her plan had not been such a good one after all. Her weight and the man stumbling had caused the knife to cut deeper.
The blood pounded in her temples and ears, and as the man gained his balance, Tanzy felt his arm tighten around her. Her eyes filled and she held herself bravely as she felt cold metal against her throat. “Big mistake, little lady!!” hissed Karzad, his hot breath on her neck.
“No!!! Your mistake!!” Tanzy croaked as she heard Káin’s battle cry.
*“Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd aimênu!”
Karzad hardly knew what hit him as a hundred pounds of raging Dwarf bouldered into him. The force of Káin’s charge threw Tanzy clear, the knife flying into the air and landing at the feet of Gabby and Elfstan. Káin and Karzad bounced off the ground, there was a cracking sound and a yell of pain. “My arm, you’ve broke my arm!!” Karzad moaned and rolled into a ball, clutching his injury.
Káin scrambled to his feet and stood over the Southron. Slowly he raised his axe, “**Mahal have pity on you,” he snarled, then stopped. Resting the double blade across Karzad’s neck, Káin looked around at the three Hobbits. Elfstan and Gabby were tending to Tanzy’s wound. “I think we should take him with us. Perhaps he may yet be useful,” Káin said. “I am sure one or more of our friends would enjoy *talking* to him.”
Karzad lay still, keening to himself from the pain from his arm. “You’ll get nothing from me,” the Southron muttered. Káin knelt down by Karzad’s side and began to tie him up again, ignoring the man’s pain-filled laments. “We’ll see, Master Southron, we’ll see!!”
*Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you
**Mahal ~ The Dwarven name for Aulë
[Edited on 17/3/2006 by Rosearialelven]
[Edited on 20/3/2006 by shireling]
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: April 05, 2006 09:51
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Elfstan: edited 03 April
Gabby and Tanzy edited 5 April
Original by Rose
[/b]The Meeting with the Men of Annuminas[b]
Karzad was bemoaning the fact that his arm hurt, that he was uncomfortable, and that the present company would regret their treatment of him …. remonstrations that were soon ended by a gag put in his mouth. He glared at the Dwarf and silently cursed the rest of the group.
Káin tested the Southron’s bonds then, satisfied that the captive was securely tethered to a boulder, he turned on his heel and joined his Hobbit companions, nimbly avoiding Karzad’s attempt to kick him. The Dwarf wagged a warning finger in the air and grinned to himself.
Seating himself on a dryish clump of grass, Káin rubbed his shoulder. “Seems I used a little more power in my attack than I meant to,” he chuckled.
The group settled themselves around the camp fire, readying themselves to settle down again for the night, when sounds from right outside their field of vision were heard. As one, their heads went up--ever on the alert. Horses’ hooves!! It was as they feared; they were being followed once again.
“Not more trouble, and on horseback this time! Seems our mission is of interest to everyone! Will this never end? I really could use a night’s rest you know,” Elfstan grumbled, his short sword drawn in readiness. He notched his sword belt up in preparation whilst hoping all the while that the night and his fears magnified the approaching men. At least he hoped it was men.
Three Hobbits and a Dwarf stood side by side, peering into the darkness and ready for trouble. The hoof beats came closer and Káin moved forward.
“Helloooo,” he called, his voice echoing in the darkness. “Be you friend or foe?” He heard the Hobbits intake of breath and gestured with his hand for them to wait, then he felt his friends close in behind him.
“Best beard the beast in his den,” he muttered out the side of his mouth.
A voice answered. “Friend, we hope, and what manner of travellers be you?”
“That is our business, sir. Name yourself,” replied Káin, hefting his axe in his hand.
“Horen, Hollin, Handir, and Hammond, of King Elessar’s guards,” came a firm reply.
The companions looked at each other … King Elessar’s guards, they mouthed to each other, eyes wide. There was a moment’s hesitation then looking at each other, nodded in agreement. “Then you are welcome indeed!” chorused the group, relaxing their hold on their weapons. “Please come forward and enter our camp.”
Two of the horsemen remained mounted and in the shadows, weapons drawn and alert, whilst two rode into the light of the fire. Dismounting, they came before the Company and bowed. “I am Handir,” said one, “and this is Hollin.”
In the light of the camp fire, Káin, Tanzy, Gabby, and Elfstan saw the gleam of starred brooches on the well-travelled cloaks of the riders. Showing respect for the King’s guards, the friends lowered their weapons. Elfstan nudged his two Hobbit friends hoping to show them the brooches that glinted in the firelight. It was unnecessary; they had noticed. “Sssttt!!” hissed Gabby trying to still Elfstan’s wriggling excitement.
The Ranger named Handir spoke. “May we enquire what you are doing out in the Marshes, alone?” he asked pleasantly, then he motioned for his other companions to come into view. The Rangers, Hammond and Horen, did so but did not dismount.
“We are on a missi…” Káin began, his sentence cut short by a dig in the ribs from Elfstan. The Dwarf coughed and continued. “We are on our way to Rivendell, we have some business there. Our group comprises more, but we are separated for the moment.”
Handir and Hollin exchanged meaningful glances, and smiled. Hollin’s attention, however, was attracted by the figure he could see over Káin’s shoulder, barely visible in the darkness beyond where the group stood. The Ranger gestured with his head towards the huddled figure. “And who is that?”
Giving the same enquiring look at the two mounted Rangers, Gabby spoke up. “And we might ask who is that?” the Hobbit asked curiously, nodding towards a bedraggled figure that had dropped to its knees, a rope leading from its waist to the cantle of one of the riders saddles.
Hammond stepped his horse up beside Horen’s, and looked down at the Hobbit, not used to being spoken to in such a manner by such a small person. The Ranger inclined his head. “I am Hammond, and this is my Uncle Horen. It matters not who he is. Suffice to say we are taking him to Annúminas….”
Horen moved in his saddle and looked across at his nephew then leaned forward on his pommel, looking down at the Dwarf and the three Hobbits. “So you are heading for Rivendell, Would you be on stopping at Weathertop, by chance, to perhaps meet up with an Elf and a … Healer?”
The four friends passed looks between themselves. “And what if we are, sir? Why should that be of concern to your good selves?” Káin ventured.
Horen smiled. “It is good to be wary, Master Dwarf, but you did mention that there were more to your group than just yourselves.“
“Have you met others on the road, apart from your travelling companion?“ Elfstan interjected, pointing to the figure that was now standing and attempting to look round his captors at the huddled figure in the distance. Hammond and Horen nodded. “We have, good sirs, the Lady Bellemaine, a person well known to us, and her companion, Rían.”
A collective sigh of relief could be heard from the four friends and Káin swept his arm towards the camp fire. “Come, please! Join us by our fire.”
“Thank you for your invitation,” replied Horen, “but we should be on our way.“
“A moment more of your time, sir,” Káin said, and stood closer to Horen‘s leg. “If it is not too much of an imposition, we have a request.”
“I’m listening,” replied Horen.
Káin looked at Gabby, Tanzy and Elfstan, then back towards their captive. “Would it be agreeable for you to take him too?” Horen raised his eyes towards the shadowy figure. “You have caught him and now you are unsure what to do with him,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking.
Káin harrumphed into his moustaches. “You could say that.” The Hobbits agreed in unison.
Horen straightened himself and nodded. “Aye, Master Dwarf, we will take the man off your hands."
“He is a Southron, by the name of Karzad and of a mean disposition. It also appears that your prisoner seems to know him. Oh and he has a broken arm, but that is little recompense for what he was intending to mete out to our Mistress Hobbit.” Káin growled. “Show the Ranger your neck, Tanzy.”
Horen scowled as he saw the cut on Tanzy’s neck.
Hollin returned to his horse for a length of rope. He bound Karzad’s injured arm against his body, and tied the rope around the man‘s waist, fastening the other end to his pommel.. The four Rangers would have their hands full, but returning with two captives was success beyond their dreams.
Before they left, Horen explained that King Elessar, believing the Company a ready target for Eastern sympathizers, had sent his own guards to trail them, but to assist only if needed, however having now met with the Dwarf and the three Hobbits, the Rangers agreed that they were sure the Company would give good account of themselves, as had been proved this very night.
“What will happen to them?” asked Elfstan, pointing to the Southrons. “Will they stay that way all the way to Annúminas?” Elfstan did not like the idea of anyone suffering, even enemies, once they were subdued.
“We will allow them to rest when we rest, do not concern yourself on their part, good Master,” replied Horen with some asperity, “I promise you we will treat them as well as we can. We want them very much alive.” The four Rangers, captives trotting behind, took their leave of the group and continued on their journey.
“Well, that’s a relief!” Tanzy said, sitting down again. “Do you think you could muster up a brew of tea, Gabby? I’m fair parched, and a hot drink would be welcome before we settle down.”
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Káin was awake and his bedroll fastened to Murnin’s saddle when the three Hobbits stirred in the early morning mist. He had brought the fire back to life and had four steaming mugs of tea ready.
“We should make an early start.” Káin said in between sips of his tea. “There are not many miles to travel to Weathertop and I, for one, will be glad to meet up with Belle, Rían, Melgir and Janell.”
Saddled, mounted and on their way, the sun’s warmth began to dispel the marsh mist. The sky was blue and cloudless, and Tanzy recognized a familiar shape above them. “Wind Dancer,” she grinned, waving in response to the hawk’s screech. The brightness of the day, the fact that at least two spies were under secure supervision, and they were on their way to meet the rest of the group, made Gabby break out into a Shire song.
Soon the four companions were laughing and chatting. The road wound its way alongside the Marshes and turning a corner, Amon Sûl came into view.
“Look!” shouted Tanzy. “Someone is there already! I wonder who it is?” In the distance, there was a spiral of smoke drifting up from a rocky outcrop on the side of Weathertop.
[Edited on 18/4/2006 by brandywine]
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: April 17, 2006 10:10
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Meetings and Surprises
The group looked up at Tanzy's remark, and saw with relief that indeed there was someone at Amon Sûl. Gabby was itching to get second breakfast or even a light snack started. He was sure Tanzy and Elfstan were hungry too, and did not think the Dwarf would naysay a few morsels. "How far do you think we have to go until we get there?" he asked, to no one in particular.
“Not far,” Káin answered. “And I am very interested to see who it is on Weathertop.” The Dwarf turned in his saddle and looked at Elfstan and Tanzy. “Should we move on, or stop for something to eat?” he asked, knowing the Hobbits love of food.
"Let's move on, Káin," piped up Elfstan. "I, for one, am ready to be back in company with the others, and find out how they fared."
Tanzy’s stomach had started to rumble, but none-the-less she was as anxious to get to Weathertop as the rest. “You’re right Elfstan. Let’s keep going.”
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Early on the following morning, after their meeting with the guards of the King, Belle and Rían cautiously made their way toward Amon Sûl. As they approached from the north of the ancient watchtower, they saw a thin spiral of smoke climbing toward the sky.
“Look, Belle,” said Rían. “It looks as if we aren’t the first to arrive. Do you think that the smoke is from the fires of our friends?”
“I hope so,” replied the Green Istar, “but we should approach with care. After what transpired in the marshes, we cannot be too careful.” Gintel tossed her head in agreement and whinnied. “Having said that, I long for one of Gabby’s well-prepared repasts.”
“It appears you are more Hobbit than Istar!” laughed Rían. “Or were you casting aspersions upon my cooking?”
Belle pulled Gintel up and looked at the Elf. “I concede I have learned a great deal from our Halfling friends, and I appreciate their good sense. As for casting aspersions on anyone’s cooking, that, my dear riding companion, is a fast way to starvation! Did you hear any complaints?” This remark only made Rían laugh all the more heartily.
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“Alright, Laddie,” Káin said, in answer to Elfstan, “onward it is.” The Dwarf urged Murnin forward and the group galloped towards Weathertop. Scree scattered from under their ponies’ hooves as they began to ascend the hill, the remains of the old watchtower high above them.
Káin held his hand up and slowed Murnin to a stop. He looked over his shoulder at the Hobbits. “Better use a bit of caution; after all we do not know whom we will encounter.”
As they moved slowly forward, they could hear voices. Familiar voices. Káin grinned. “It’s Melgir and Janell!”
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Meanwhile, cautiously and quietly, Belle and Rían made their way to the clearing from whence the smoke was rising. From between the trees they saw Janell and Melgir sitting about a small fire. Rían breathed a small sigh of relief. Stepping out from between the cover of trees, the Elf raised his hand and voice in greeting to their friends.
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Finally, and from the opposite side of the small campsite, the Dwarf and Hobbits rounded a large boulder, to be greeted by the sight of not only Melgir and Janell, but from a wooded area on the other side of the small camp, Belle and Rían were approaching the he-Elf and his daughter.
It appeared that the fire-lit group of four had not noticed Káin and the Hobbits. The corner of Káin’s mouth curled and he nodded in the direction of their friends. He leaned backwards slightly “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” he whispered.
An encouraging nod from Gabby made Káin stifle a chuckle.
“You’re beginning to think like a Hobbit, Master Dwarf,” whispered Tanzy, almost soundlessly. “I think we’re having a bad influence on you,” she grinned.
With a glance and a wink at Tanzy and Elfstan, all four got off their mounts and quietly tiptoed to the edge of the tree line. There was a short discussion as to how to surprise their friends. Four heads nodded, and with a slap on the rumps of the ponies, they sent their mounts in first.
The sound of hooves made Belle, Rían, Melgir and Janell turn in surprise, not knowing what to expect. They had hoped to see a Dwarf and three Hobbits.
“Who do you suppose that is?” Janell remarked when she heard the horses. Her keen Elf ears heard the whinnying of horses as they approached the camp. She then heard the snapping of a twig and turned quickly in the sound’s direction.
Whilst the attention of their friends was distracted, Gabby, Elfstan, Tanzy and Káin sneaked around the other side of the boulder and walked up behind them. "Hello!" they all shouted in unison.
Melgir jumped when he heard the voices shouting.
The he-Elf put his hand to his chest. “Don’t do that! You almost made me see Mandos!” He took a deep breath and pursed his mouth. “That I will do on my own, thank you very much!”
Janell had started to laugh until she turned to look at her father. He did not have a happy expression on his face.
Belle lowered her staff and looked at the Hobbits and the Dwarf with exasperation. She had been ready to blast whomever or whatever was accosting Melgir and Janell, but recognized her companions just in time. “After all we have endured in getting to Amon Sûl, I am in no mood for pranks!” muttered Belle to Rían. “Fools!”
Rían lowered his bow when he recognized the three Hobbits and Dwarf. His beating heart and quickened breath slowed as well. He gave Belle a look that spoke volumes in agreement with her, although now that his reflexes had calmed a bit, he could see the humor. Rían shook his head, smiling at the Hobbits’ and Káin’s mischievousness, and replaced his weapons in preparation for real foes.
Káin, Gabby, Tanzy and Elfstan stood frozen to the spot, gazing from one unamused face to another. They swallowed as one and Káin gave a weak smile at Melgir. The he-Elf’s expression, added to the dark looks from Rían and Belle, and a simmering glower from Janell, made it clear that their ‘surprise’ entrance was not appreciated.
“It was only meant as a bit of …..” mumbled Káin, his sentence cut short by Melgir’s voice.
“This Elf would like to see our journey last a little longer. Do you have any idea what that means?” Melgir said with a look of anger on his face.
“Oh, do not be so serious, Father!” interjected Janell. “Káin said that he was sorry, in his fashion; not an easy thing for a Dwarf.” The usually serious countenance of the Ranger softened as she allowed a slow smile to lift her mouth. She turned back to her father. “Besides, you are still alive!” With that, she lightly slapped his shoulder.
Melgir looked around at the group, his lips tight, then his shoulders twitched and his eyes crinkled as he began to laugh. It was so contagious that the rest of the group followed suit.
Belle, while she did not want to squelch the fun, did not want the matter to pass as though nothing had happened. Someone could have gotten hurt! “Harrumph! I suggest that our stealthy Hobbits and stalwart Dwarf stand guard while Gabby cooks. And you may all listen closely, for Rían and I have had an adventure of a most unpleasant nature.” She turned to the Elf. “Tell them.”
Rían finished his tale to a quietened audience. There was a moment of looks between the group, then Gabby spoke up. “We can go you one better! For we were attacked, and Káin saved us! Tell them, Tanzy! Go on….”
Tanzy related all that had befallen them since the company separated. She ended good-naturedly with, “So I’ll thank you kindly not to be disparaging our valiant Dwarf for his most excellent sense of humor. He can be serious enough when the need arises. I’d wager my neck on it!” she nodded emphatically, lifting her hand to the small bandage covering her wound.
It was the Green Istar’s turn to be astonished. “How many of them were there in all, I wonder! It is by the Valar’s grace that we are here!” She looked over at Janell and Melgir, who were looking a tiny bit amused; their hands over their mouths. “Or did the Valar have some help in the form of the King’s Guards?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
Melgir looked up. “What I’m about to tell you is of great importance. You should all sit and listen.”
He got up from his seat and started to pace. “I was to tell you all this when we got to Rivendell. After listening to what you all had to say about your adventures, however, I think this is where I should tell you the words of Aragorn that he related to me before we left Annúminas. He told me that there will still be danger out here on the plains.” Melgir took a moment to study the faces of the company, then continued. “Nothing is safe for anyone at this time. From what he told me about what happened at the Black Gates, I think we should keep our eyes and ears open. Not all things have been cleansed. There are still evil things or beings out there. If it hadn’t been for the private guards coming to your aid, I think we would have had trouble.”
Melgir looked towards Tanzy. “I’m referring to that cut on Mistress Hobbit’s neck,” he said, pointing to Tanzy as he spoke. “It was fortuitous that Káin was there, although I have no doubt that her Hobbit friends would have done all they could.” Melgir smiled at Gabby and Elfstan. “And it was a good deal more fortuitous that the King’s Guards arrived when they did.
Everyone nodded in agreement and listened as Melgir spoke further. “I think it would be more dangerous if we traveled separately from now on, as it is clear that there are people who are interested in our journey, and we cannot depend on the King’s Guards being continually at our beck and call.” Again there was agreement.
Melgir sat down and gestured to the others to join him. He smiled “Aragorn told me to talk to Lord Celeborn when we arrive at Rivendell. He will have more information for us about our trip. I don’t know what he can tell us, but it will be worth while listening.”
“I agree,” Janell said. “We need to look out for ourselves. I know we’re a small group but we need to be careful.” Janell looked to the rest of the company, who were nodding solemnly.
While the group had related and discussed the events of the last day or so Gabby had quietly gone about preparing a meal. So engrossed was everyone in their discussions of their different adventures that it wasn’t until Janell’s last comment that anyone noticed the smell of crisped bacon and fried tomatoes along with the delicious fragrance of berry pancakes. Gabby looked at the tall folk, the food and offered, “Will this help make amends for the fright we gave you all?” Smiles rounded the group as all prepared to feast on the small but delectable offering.
Soon all were eating and discussing the groups next move and the path they would take to Rivendell.
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
on: May 01, 2006 10:11
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(OOC: Thank you, dear Ladies, for an enjoyable RP!)
At Last, Imladris!
After many days of travel and no incidents, besides tiredness, the company finally came in sight of Rivendell. The place had a deserted air, though it retained the grandeur of being a once-glorious place.
Gabby and Tanzy let out simultaneous expressions of awe. Neither had ever anticipated seeing Rivendell, and were not prepared for the beauty of their surroundings, even with the somewhat desolate air.
At length, as they grew closer to the entrance, two figures could be seen coming toward them. They were tall, and walked with the surety of carriage characteristic of the race of Elves. Gabby leaned toward Tanzy, "They look like brothers."
Tanzy's only reply was, "Oh, good! More Elves!"
Rían stopped to gaze into the valley of the Elves. It had been many years since he had walked the fair halls of Elrond’s house. He heard a small gasp and looked down into the awestruck face of Elfstan. “What do you think, Master Hobbit? Does it live up to what you expected?”
“I have no words, Rían, no words at all,” stammered Elfstan. “It's beautiful!”
“I am afraid that you will not see the full glory of Rivendell,” said Rían sadly. “Elrond has gone to seek the West, along with many of his people. What you see is a ghost of its former wonder, although that ghost is still beautiful. Elrond’s sons still abide here, as well as Celeborn. You will see the glory of the Eldar in Celeborn, and the strength of Elrond in his sons. In that, you may catch a glimpse of the glory that was Rivendell.”
A whispered “Wow!” was all that Rían heard from his companion as they made their way into the valley.
Melgir and Janell were following Rían and Elfstan. Janell heard the remark from Rían. She agreed with what the he-Elf said. It was beautiful.
“Father, it has changed a lot,” Janell said.
“Yes, it has.” replied Melgir. He remembered when it was full of life and richly green. This place was once the grandeur of Middle Earth. But since the leaving of some of the Eldar, Rivendell now had the feel of Autumn, reminiscent of Fall colors.
Janell had seen Elladan and Elrohir approaching, and, not having seen them in such a long time, she was excited. Melgir saw the happiness in his daughter’s eyes and wondered what had caused the change in her expression.
Staying to the back of the group, willing to let others make introductions, the Green Istar looked about her, recalling everything Gandalf had ever told her about Rivendell, for she had never been to see it. She had witnessed firsthand that its ruler, the great Elf Elrond Peredhel, had departed for Aman, and wondered if his hospitality would be represented in his sons.
There were rumors that Elrohir and Elladan would not make the choice of their father to be accounted among the Firstborn, but would embrace the fate of Men, as did their sister. How Elrond grieved over Arwen, she thought, and now would the Twins break his heart anew? But the decision was theirs, and all were in the keeping of the Valar, she reminded herself.
If the sons of Elrond choose to ask, Belle could tell them of their father’s departure. But she would wait to be asked, lest she cause them fresh sorrow.
After leaving the heather-covered moors that did much to keep Rivendell hidden, Káin gazed with appreciation at the surrounding countryside as the group zig-zagged down the steep path. Tall fir trees soughed in the wind, and below them were beech and oak. Somewhere in the distance, a nightingale began her welcoming song to the evening, adding to the magic of the moment.
Suddenly Káin looked to the front of him and sat back in his saddle. The Last Homely House! Elrond’s home! He remembered Gimli telling him of the beauty of the place, but it had to be seen to be believed ... Although now sorely depleted of inhabitants, lights still twinkled across its bridges. A welcome to travelers.
The Dwarf felt a sudden calm. The darkness that had taken his mind in Minas Tirith was all but a memory now. He walked on, a few paces behind Gabby and Tanzy, then, he too saw the figures, and took a breath. He urged Murnin forward to ride beside the two Hobbits.
“Two Elves, Tanzy dear, and identical! You will have a hard time choosing between them,” Káin chuckled gruffly.
The twin sons of Elrond Halfelven, Elf Lord of Rivendell, stood at the gates of their beloved Imladris, ready to welcome their visitors.
Tanzy sat on Sean, feeling bittersweet awe. "I will never get over my admiration and love of Elves." A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of them all leaving Middle-earth, but the warm smile on her glowing face belied her sadness. "I wish they didn't have to go! They seem to me to be the source of the heart and soul of Middle-earth!"
Káin smiled and patted Tanzy’s shoulder. “They have not all gone yet, but it will be a sad day when they do. In the meanwhile, we have the pleasure of being here in Rivendell, and being greeted by two very important Elves.”
The Dwarf looked over his shoulder at Melgir and Janell. “Perhaps you would wish to make our introductions, Janell, Melgir. I think it would be fitting.”
The two tall, dark-haired he-Elves were looking at each other, a twitch of impatience touching their mouths. They were not used to being kept waiting.
Melgir and Janell had dismounted, and leading their horses, they approached Elladan. He and Melgir bowed to each other and placed their hands over their hearts. Janell, standing behind her father, took note and followed suit.
When Melgir looked back into Elladan’s eyes, he smiled and they clasped arms around one another. The warmth of the greeting surprised Janell, and she looked at Elladan. Releasing Melgir from his embrace, Elladan hurried to Janell.
“It is wonderful to see you!” Elladan embraced Janell with fervour, lifting her and twirling her around. A relieved expression crossed his face, and he placed her gently onto her feet.
Melgir stood and looked at his daughter with astonishment on his face. “What is this? How do you know him? I think I need an explanation!”
“Later, Father, please,” Janell said, a slight flush rising in her cheeks. She turned her head and looked up into the grey eyes of Elrond’s older son. “Elladan, I would like to introduce you to some of my friends.” Janell noticed a strange look come over Elladan’s face.
Elrohir and Elladan greeted the members of the group with equal warmth. Hands were shaken and embraces given. The sound of horse’s hooves brought the twins’ heads round and a smile crossed each of the he-Elves faces.
Rían dismounted Amras and strode forward to greet the sons of Elrond, who had long been his friends and companions. *“Máravë omentaina, Elladan, Elrohir!” Rían said clasping each in turn. “It’s been too long, my friends! Too long, indeed!”
“**Mae govannen, Ríanor Nénharma!” said the sons in unison. “We had heard of your travels, and have been expecting you.”
Lowering his voice, Elladan spoke, “There are counsels to give and counsels to take which are better served in more private surroundings. Please, enter the House of Rivendell.”
The brothers turned to the group. “There are rooms ready for you to cleanse yourselves of the stain of travel. Then you can take your ease with us in the Hall of Fire. A feast will be prepared in your honor.”
Looking sideways at the awestruck Hobbits, Elladan smiled. “I hope the board will suffice for the band of hungry Hobbits. ***Nin aphado!” Laughing, the sons of Elrond led them in through the mighty gates of Rivendell.
Gabby looked from one Elf to the other. He understood what they said in the Common Speech, but failed to understand any of the Elvish speech. He did hear the word "feast" ,though, and decided they must be friendly. He hoped later that he would have the chance to see their kitchens, and maybe pick up a few Elven herbs to flavor the food he would be cooking for his friends on their upcoming journey.
‘I would love to surprise them with an Elven dish somewhere along the way,' Gabby thought to himself. He hurried forward, leading Charger, as they entered the city of Imladris.
*Máravë omentaina: Well met! (Quenya)
**Mae govannen: Well met! (Sindarin)
***Nin Aphado: Follow me! (Sindarin)
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
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(OOC: What a joy to write with my friends. :love: Thank you. *hugs*)
Feasting and Conversations
Hot water! And soap! Oh, the luxury! This time the Hobbits hadn’t gotten it all, thought Bellemaine contentedly as she relaxed briefly in a huge, steaming tub. She washed her hair, dried off, and put on her only change of clean clothes. A discrete inquiry of a passing servant was enough to have someone collect her cloak and other garments, dirty from several days’ ride, with the promise of prompt laundering. Her boots were likewise taken to be cleaned. In their place, she was given green slippers to wear. An offer to clean her staff the Green Istar politely declined, however, and to the servant’s astonishment, she took the cloth from his hand and began to remove the wear of the road herself. While vanity did not command the Istar, she surmised that the feast tonight was an important occasion, and she wanted to look her best, staff included.
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Janell and Melgir followed their allotted servant to other rooms. There they washed and changed.
Melgir was finished dressing when there was a knock at the door. He fastened the last button, moved towards the door and opened it. Elladan stood outside. Melgir bowed. "Elladan, *gwannant lû ann. Can I help you?"
Elladan returned the bow and smiled. "I am enquiring about Erufaelus. I would like to talk to her, if I may," he said cautiously.
Melgir looked surprised at the use of his daughter’s Elvish name, but smiled back at Elladan and turned his head "Erufaelus, Elladan is here to see you."
Janell came from the balcony refreshed from her wash. Her eyes took on a warm expression at the sight of Elrond’s eldest son, and she hurried forward. "Elladan, it is good to see you again."
She turned to her father, an apologetic look on her face. "Father, I wanted to tell you earlier that it was Elladan and Elrohir that trained me in furthering my Elvish skills.” Turning back to Elladan, she laid a hand gently on his arm. “If it was not for their teachings, I would not have survived the battle at the Brandywine Bridge before the War. Gandalf wanted all Rangers to keep an eye on the Shire when it was in trouble."
Melgir nodded in understanding. He had heard the Elves of Lothlórien tell the tale of the Bridge while he was recuperating from his wounds.
Elladan took Janell’s hand, "It is good to see you again Erufaelus.” He held her at arm’s length, then grinned mischievously. “Come, my friend, I would like to spar with you. I have not had a good joust in such a long time. My brother tends to bore me somewhat." He turned to Melgir, “**Beditham, Melgir?.
Melgir shrugged and quirked his mouth. “***Ae han aniral. I would think it would be an impossible task to say no.” Janell laughed and gathered up her cloak and sword, kissed her father’s cheek and headed out the door with enthusiasm.
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"Wilt require aught else?" inquired the servant, studying Belle curiously.
"I think not, and thank you," replied the Wizard. Bowing, the servant left her to explore her surroundings.
So this was Imladris, the famed refuge of the Free Peoples! Belle looked out the window over gardens, whose glory had declined with the passing of their Ruler over the Sea, but which still retained a pleasing pattern. The feast would not take place till sunset, and she did not think the Twins would mind if she strolled the grounds.
The Green Istar did not get far outside the doors, however, before she heard a voice address her. "Ithron!****" She turned and looked into the dark eyes of Elrohir, who stood there among the flowers, looking at her appraisingly.
"Aye, Master Elf. ‘Wizard’ am I, servant to Elessar’s peoples," Belle replied. She had not intended to make her true nature known, but considered that sharp Elven senses would not mistake her for Secondborn.
The Elf stood there, non-plussed. "It appears I have lost a wager with Elladan," he said. "I took you for a daughter of Men, but my twin thought otherwise."
The Green Wizard laughed aloud, eyes twinkling. "And he sent you to inquire, hoping I would turn you into something unnatural?"
Elrohir made a face. "Perhaps. My twin has a rich sense of humor. But I would know why you came, and what you are doing amidst this company."
Belle moved closer to Elrohir and leaned slightly towards him. "And willingly I will tell you, when the feast is over, and we can take counsel of one another in private. For what I have to say is not for all ears to hear."
The Elf looked thoughtful. "Nor is all we would impart to you for everyone to know."
He looked at the sky, filling with the red clouds of sunset. "Come! Let us rejoin your companions!"
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Janell and Elladan were out in a glade above the High Moors on the other side of the bridge. They were practicing when a servant came upon them.
"Excuse me, my lord, but there is a feast in honor of our guests tonight. I was sent to tell you to be in the Hall of Fire by sundown." With that he left.
"I guess we better get our bodies there then, should we not?" Elladan said, bowing gallantly to his companion.
Janell smiled, shook her head in mock admonishment and nimbly mounted her horse. "I will race you," she called with a laugh and urged her mount into a gallop, before Elladan had barely mounted his stallion.
They arrived in the courtyard, breathless and windswept. Dismounting and handing their horses to a servant, Janell and Elladan quickly found Melgir and entered the Hall of Fire. Janell tidied her hair and smoothed down her clothes, taking in the beauty of the room she was entering. There were still few people in the Hall and the three took a seat at the table.
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Tanzy’s face was absolutely glowing. The enchanting aromas of the sumptuous feast could not surpass the joy she felt for being at last in Rivendell. She sat now between two long lost friends from her former journey, Calion and Veryo. She wished the feeling of warmth and contentment that flowed through and around her at this table could last forever.
She had met them upon her arrival. Tanzy had been walking next to Sean who nickered contentedly as they ambled up the path by a gaily babbling brook. Wind Dancer was circling serenely overhead above the beautiful shimmering trees. Tanzy was humming remnants of an Elven song she had heard long ago that had floated out of her memory like a wisp of cloud. She was looking to her left at the foliage along the path, intrigued with the healthiness it exuded, when she collided with an Elf. This time she did not land on her bottom on the ground as she rebounded from his form, for another Elf was behind her and caught her before she could fall.
“Ummphf!” she intoned. Sweet laughter filled the air.
“My dear little Hobbit,” Calion chuckled, “however have you managed to come so far through so many journeys while ignoring what is in front of you?”
“Calion?” Tanzy’s eyes grew big as saucers as her face beamed with acknowledgement. She looked up toward the Elf that still held her to see Veryo smiling down on her. “Veryo!” Tanzywood broke free of his helping arms and hugged them in turn jumping up and down like a spring hare.
They laughed again as Veryo caught her arms to settle her. “Whoa! Slow down little friend! We are delighted to see you here too, but we can’t have you bouncing all over Imladris like a furry-toed rabbit! You’ll shake the leaves right off the trees!”
Tanzywood Furfoot was absolutely beside herself with glee. It was overwhelming enough to be in this most precious stronghold of Elvendom in Middle-earth, but to be reunited with these two special friends was a greater gift than she could have imagined.
They helped her get her pony settled, talked to Wind Dancer who soared down to settle on Veryo’s arm for a while, and reminisced of other times and tales as they were immersed in the wonderful spell of Rivendell. Over bridges and through verdant gardens, along paths by sparkling falls, the glorious essence of the Elves filled the air. Though its spirit slowly waned as the Elves left Middle-earth, their exceptional charm and goodness could never be totally lost. It whispered in the rustling leaves. It sparkled from shining dew and glistening waters. The flowers, the stars, the earth itself, and all things growing and wholesome, would reflect a tiny memory of that wonder that was the Elves, forever more.
Tanzy held this thought, this hope in her overfilled heart as she gazed around the table before her. She knew her friends would be leaving for the Grey Havens eventually, and she would never be ready to say, ‘goodbye,’ but this meeting, here and now, was as a soothing balm to her heart. It gave her the courage to continue on through whatever tasks lay ahead with the determination to do her part to keep their memory and their goals of peace alive. A silent, unnoticed tear of bittersweet joy fell from Tanzy’s cheek and mingled with the miruvor in her cup.
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Ríanor sat quietly at the table and watched those around him. To be among Elves again – the he-Elf’s senses were filled with feelings long suppressed. He had spent so many years apart doing the bidding of King Elessar and so little time with his own family before they left for the Undying Lands that it felt almost strange to be among his own kind.
Elrohir approached, leaned over, and spoke to Rían saying, “Our messengers tell us that Tarí Telemnar has left Middle Earth and returned to Valinor. Is this true, Ríanor?”
Rían involuntarily raised his hand to the ring that he wore next to his heart. Eyes filled with pain turned to the son of Elrond, “Yes, she has gone with the others to the Blessed Realm. I could not make the journey though. My heart told me that this was not yet the time for me to pass. Bitter was our parting, but she understands my heart like none other. When our task here is through, I will return across the sea to the fair Tarí Telemnar. Until then, she follows me in her dreams and mine. That will have to suffice for now.”
“I am sorry for your separation, my friend. May the reunion be ever the happier for the time spent apart,” said Elrohir clasping Rían’s hand. Taking his leave, Elrond’s son made his way down the table away from Rían and his thoughts of Tarí Telemnar, greeting each guest in turn as he walked toward the front of the Hall.
Rían looked across the table and saw Elfstan watching him closely. “Are you well, Rían?” asked the Hobbit, a slight frown creasing his brow.
“I am well, friend,” smiled Rían sadly. “I just miss those close to my heart as I am sure you understand.”
“I do,” said Elfstan momentarily saddened by the thought of his family so far away, “but then just look around you. It is hard to be sad in such a glorious place, is it not Rían?” The unquenchable Hobbit’s cheerfulness did much to pull Rían from his gloom. Rían laughed at Elfstan’s joy and his burden was eased for a time.
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Broad wet footprints across the tiled floor defined Káin’s movements as he left the steaming bathtub and walked towards his clean clothes lying on the bed. He rubbed his hair roughly with the drying cloth, relishing the warm early evening breeze that played with the gauze drapes at the open window. He stretched, cricked his neck then dried himself thoroughly, feeling invigorated at the feel of the rough material massaging away his aches from the journey.
He finished dressing then braided his beard. Hearing chatter from the courtyard below his balcony, he quickly pulled on one boot then pushing his foot into his other boot he hopped across the floor towards the window. Lamps twinkled in the dimming light and he could see groups of figures making their way towards a building. They were Elves, laughing and talking, carrying musical instruments, some humming Elvish tunes.
Káin squinted his eyes. Following behind the group of Elves, he could make out a familiar figure. It was Belle accompanied by a tall Elf. He was unsure whether it was Elrohir or Elladan. He wondered if the rest of his friends were already inside the Hall of Fire. He should hurry.
Trotting across the courtyard, Káin entered the Hall. He stood for a moment to take in the glow from the fire in the large stone hearth, listened to the sound of Elvish musicians tuning their harps and smiled in greeting as he saw his friends seated at the long table. His eyes lit up at the sight of the feast of food laid before them.
Seating himself beside Gabby, Káin began to enjoy the delights of Elvish fare. Some dishes delicately flavoured with herbs and spices, a goodly proportion of game - venison, hare, rabbit, fresh vegetables and desserts that would be welcome at the table of the Valar, he was sure. There were sweet wines, some ales and also miruvor. He and his friends were honoured indeed to be given miruvor to drink.
Gabby could scarce believe the delights of the feast they had just consumed. He wished to visit the kitchen, then the herb gardens, to ask what manner of cooking Elves used to create such a pleasant meal. Never before could he remember feeling so replete, yet not overstuffed. As he sat he pondered on the glorious compliments he could obtain among friends at home if he were to cook such a delightsome fare. His thoughts bent to the Shire and thus to Samwise who had also journeyed here to the fabled land of the Elves. He recalled some of the things Sam had told him whilst they were still in Gondor, just after the Coronation.
To mind came the vision of Sam describing the Hall of Fire and the tales told there. He knew from snatches of conversation that this group were to meet there after dinner. He could hardly wait!
Janell and Melgir were talking of the time that Janell spent here with the sons of Lord Elrond. She also told him of the training she received. Melgir did likewise. He told her of his times recovering from his wounds. They had a grand time reminiscing of old times.
Celeborn stood quietly and waited patiently whilst everyone turned their attention to him. He looked around at the company that was around him. He began to talk, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Firstly, I would welcome you to Rivendell. It is an honor to hear of how you have helped King Elessar with his lands,” he said acknowledging his guests, then continued, “ I had talked to Estel a long time ago about what is to become of this land. He has agreed with me that we shall cleanse the land of all evil. But that will come with time."
Celeborn walked around the table. He was the last of the Eldar left in Middle Earth and knowing he would be departing these lands himself, in time, he was aware of the need complete this quest before he went to the Undying Lands.
"What I am about to tell you is that King Elessar has asked me to help you with your journey. I understand that you are going to the Sea of Rhûn and perhaps even further east. I must warn you that there are Orcs in that region. Estel and King Éomer have traveled those lands fighting and it is my desire to assist you in any way I can. They cannot fight the end of this war on their own.”
Celeborn paused, all eyes on him. “I also understand that those far off places, may be where Radagast, Pallando, and Alatar are residing." A murmur travelled around the room as the names of Radagast was mentioned and – the Blue Wizards.
Celeborn found himself standing across the table from Belle, the Green Istar. Their eyes met momentarily.
Smoothing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, the he-Elf continued. "I believe that with your help, these evil creatures can be destroyed. I have heard much of your abilities and I am most impressed. You have shown skills that, in some of you, are far and above what has been thought capable." His eyes rested on the Hobbits and he smiled.
"It is my thought that you should journey to Lothlorien to replenish your supplies. There are some Elves there yet and I have let the Beornings know that you are on your way. They will lead you down to the Brown Lands where it empties into the land before the Rhûn Mountains.
Again there was a murmur of voices. Beornings!! Celeborn laughed gently and seated himself. “Yes, there are still Beornings and they may appear to you as bears, if they do not wish to you to see them in their true form, but they will help keep you safe and will not interfere. Once you leave their company, you will be on your own. King Elessar and King Éomer will meet with you, but I cannot say where or when. They too are there to fight the evils that still reside in Middle-earth. When you meet with them, King Elessar will tell you the rest of the story."
Celeborn had spoken long and he leaned back in his chair. He was becoming weary of this time and knew that his leaving Middle-earth was coming. His strength had waned. He looked around the table at the faces turned towards him. Expressions of shock and hope looked back.
"You may have noticed that the White Tree in the courtyard in Minas Tirith is not fully recovered. This is because of the evil that still remains in Middle-earth. It is the belief that the White Tree would grow in peace if the King of the West could subdue his enemies. This is the reason that King Elessar and King Éomer are going beyond the Sea of Rhûn. Look for Riders and a flag of Green with a white horse upon it. Under that banner you will meet them.”
Celeborn eased himself in his chair and rubbed the back of his neck. “I shall leave you now to consider what I have said. We will meet again before you leave."
With that he rose from his chair, bowed to his guests and left the table, motioning to Elrond’s sons to follow him. “Let us sit for a while by the fire,” he said. As he passed Belle’s chair, he touched her shoulder. She looked up and nodded, understanding that Celeborn wished for her to join them.
Janell turned to look at the great Eldar. Elladan and Elrohir following close behind him. She settled back in her chair and looked around the table, her thoughts filled with Celeborn’s words. She did not know what to think. Closing her eyes, Janell tried to make sense of what had been said. Where their journey would take them and what they would encounter.
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People began to drowse. Káin felt his eyelids droop but he fought sleep as he was interested in the group consisting of Belle, Celeborn and Elrond’s sons who were now seated beside the great fireplace although they were too far away from him to hear what was being said. The Dwarf shrugged turned his chair towards the corner from where music was drifting across the room. He yawned and tapped his foot in time to the gentle tune.
Sleep had overtaken the Hobbits one by one, and even Rían had drifted into dreams. Melgir had moved to sit with the Elvish musicians and singers and was quietly humming along with the music.
Celeborn, Elladan, Elrohir and Belle sat for a moment, then the three Elves turned their attention to the Green Wizard. Bellemaine filled her pipe anew, and began the story of how Istari were sent after the Great War to assist the Free Peoples in their recovery, so numerous that their total numbers were not known even to her. And that unlike their brethren sent to Arda in a far earlier Age, they were to settle among the people they aided, becoming as one of them, yet working in obscurity.
"Then, these new Wizards could be anywhere, and be anyone!" exclaimed Elladan. Belle nodded. Celeborn looked at the Green Istar searchingly. "Did you watch as Gandalf left for the Blessed Realm?"
"I did, Sir Elf, and sad was our parting," said Belle. "Much he taught me in the time he had left, and much do I miss him! But his work was finished, and he went to find healing in Aman from his labors, he and the Ringbearer."
"And Galadriel! Did you speak with her?" asked Celeborn.
"And with Elrond, our father?" said the Twins as one.
Belle puffed on her pipe for a moment, fragrant smoke billowing about her head. She looked at the Elves. "Sad were your partings also! For this the Lady told me, that she grieved to be separated from her spouse and grandsons, but looked forward with joy to reunion with her daughter, Celebrion."
Celeborn considered Belle’s words, and nodded; for such was their understanding prior to Galadriel’s leaving Lothlorien.
"And our father, what of him?" asked Elladan, eyes wide.
Belle sighed inwardly, for the truth would bring gladness and pain all at once. "He, too, looks forward with great joy, to reunion with Celebrían," she replied. "Together they may find in each other solace for the choice of Arwen that took her from the Elves."
At this, the faces of the Elves fell as they remembered the enormity of the sacrifice Arwen made for love of Elessar.
Belle continued. "He sorrows to leave his sons, and wonders if, as his brother Elros did of old, they, too, will embrace the fate of the Secondborn."
Elladan’s and Elrohir’s eyes grew dangerous, for they had contemplated that very thing, not to grieve their father further, but to be able to seek after their sister in whatever fate awaited the Secondborn when they breathed forth, to join her in that exile.
Celeborn looked down at the floor, aching for his grandsons, but having no counsel to offer. He turned his eyes to the Green Wizard, imploring silently for an answer.
"Elrond told me that above all, he loves you, and knows that the choice is yours to make. Never would he take that from you, were it to part you from him forever." Belle bowed her head, hurting for Elrond, who had endured much separation, and might yet have to endure more.
Silence hung heavy on the air, as the three Elves were too overcome to speak further.
*'gwannant lû ann.' (Sindarin) - 'It has been too long'
**'Beditham.' (Sindarin) - May we go.'
***'Ae han aniral.' (Sindarin) - 'If you desire it.'
****'Ithron' (Sindarin) - ‘Wizard’
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RE: The Reunion (Very scripted) [COMPLETED THREAD ~ PLEASE KEEP.]
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(OOC: I would like to thank Bellemaine for an excellent post.)
Trinkets of the Past
As the Company dispersed to resume packing, Celeborn and Belle were alone in the Council chamber. The Istar’s impassive expression was belied by a rapid series of smoke rings coming from her pipe, which was clenched tightly between her teeth. She took it out of her mouth, the stem nearly bitten in two, and glared at the Lord of Lothlorien.
“Káin is very brave, Sir Elf. Much too brave and much too confident for his own good! And where he goes, the Hobbits do not hesitate to follow. Are Janell and Melgir the only ones who have enough sense to be scared?” Belle began to pace back and forth. “It is one thing to encounter chance hazards along the road.” Here she stopped and looked directly at Celeborn. “It is quite another to engage an adversary deliberately without having taken his full measure!”
Celeborn turned his full gaze upon the Green Wizard. “You, Madam Istar, are afraid!” he said bluntly.
‘And you are not?’ thought Belle. But instead she let her anger speak. “Aye! I do not deny it! I am well nigh scared witless by what I have learned this morning! Celeborn, the Company faces certain death if it attempts to take down Carakgor with no other weapons than what we have! Aragorn’s faith in us is touching, but may be badly misplaced, Káin’s optimism notwithstanding. Swords, axes, and even this” -- she held out her staff -- “will not be proof against that sort of power!”
“I was hoping you had an answer, Bellemaine.” Celeborn rubbed his forehead wearily, looking away for a moment, then looking back at Belle in appeal. “Can you not at least try?”
“Aye, I can try.” Belle sat down heavily, feeling the burden of Celeborn’s request, and feeling woefully inadequate to respond. “But you must tell me everything, and I mean everything you know about Carakgor. And everything you conjecture. And find anyone else about -- Melgir, perhaps Eldorien -- who might have a clue as to the beast’s true nature. We can assume evil, if Sauron oversaw his making. But Sauron could not create life, only twist and pervert what was already there.” The Green Wizard shuddered, closed her eyes, and opened them again. “Of what, and from what, is this monster made?”
What Celeborn was to tell about Carakgor might well cause the Company to abandon their mission. But they needed to know what they were up against, he felt.
"This monster, Carakgor, appears made from the worst of Sauron’s armies. As many and varied reports relate, he has the blood and the brain of the fell beast, and the body of a troll. He has the scaly gray-brown skin that is thicker on the arms, shoulders and back. It gives him a natural armor. Carakgor has immense wings - they have been compared to a Balrog’s! -- which can create a wind that surrounds his victims with great clouds of dust. The horns on his face are used to protect it. The worst of all is his talons, on both his feet and hands. They are sharp like swords, and possess venom, so that he can paralyze his prey and devour it later. He needs to feed, like all of us.”
As Belle grimly pondered the Lord of Lothlórien’s description of Carakgor, Celeborn abruptly changed the subject. “I have something to show you. It came to me the other day, and I do not know what to do with it. I have never seen its like before.”
Celeborn rose, and walked over to his desk. From a tiny compartment he withdrew a ring, and offered it to the Green Wizard. A wide silver band with beaded edges held a single, smoky brown stone. A pale, green light shone from its depths. “One of our kin, scouting close to the Eastern Lands where Káin’s father was attacked, found it. It is not Elven, nor Dwarven, nor of the make of any Secondborn that we have seen. Fair it seems, and powerful, yet strange. I do not sense evil in it, but what do you make of it?”
Belle looked at the ring and rose up in surprise so great she almost toppled over. Celeborn had to steady her. He placed her in the chair she once had occupied.
Holding it in her open hand, Belle bowed her head and gazed at the ring for a long time. Weariness settled into her face, as though to look upon the ring were a great strain. She finally lifted her head to Celeborn. “Not in Arda was this made, but forged in the Blessed Realm. It is not a ruling ring of power, but it has a power for good in it, and was most carefully made for its owner.”
“How do you know this?” asked Celeborn sharply. “I am the last of the Eldar Elves, and I have never heard of this. Long Ages have I lived, and I know of every ring the Elves made, either here or across the sea.” He saw the look on her face.
Belle sighed deeply. “My brother Radagast had it of Yavanna Kementári, whose devoted servant he was, before he departed Aman for Arda all the long Ages ago. It has her light within. He cherished it greatly, and would not have parted with it willingly.” She made shift to give the ring back to Celeborn, her heart breaking, for Radagast must be no more.
At the mention of the Vala’s name, Celeborn gasped in astonishment. He closed Belle’s hand around the proffered ring. “No, such is for you to keep.” He paused. “Perhaps the favor of that Lady will help you find your brother, and Alatar and Pallando also, and protect you in other ways.”
Belle carefully placed the ring on the forefinger of her left hand. To her relief, it flashed suddenly and vanished. “The ring suffers itself to be carried by me. This is a good sign,” she said to Celeborn. And for the first time that morning, the Green Istar smiled.
“There is another reason I gave you that ring,” said Celeborn. He went back to his desk and pulled open another drawer. Inside it he brought out a box. He opened it and brought out another box. Celeborn withdrew a cloth wrapped carefully about something he clearly considered valuable. He looked at Belle, and placed the object on his desk as he sat in his chair.
“I came across this necklace only once before. There was a pair of them, made for both Alatar and Pallando. This one was found in the mountains by the Sea of Rhûn.”
The necklace was made of silver. On the bottom of the necklace was lettering that time and corrosion had rendered almost unintelligible, but it appeared to be in the old language of the Sindar. Placed within the letters were four jewels of blue.
Belle picked up the necklace and handled it gingerly. “I must defer to you in this matter, Celeborn, for I knew not of this. Nay, very little do I know of the Blue Wizards at all. Gandalf told me that they served the Vala Oromë.”
“The Elves who found it do not know of its owner,” continued Celeborn. “I have no idea if either of the Blue Wizards lives or not. That is why I need you to find them. It is of great importance. I have reason to believe that they fell into Sauron’s hands somehow. You know that Saruman tried to make Gandalf join with him. I worry that where Saruman failed with Gandalf, he succeeded with Alatar and Pallando. We know from history that Sauron extended his influence to the East and South, and many Men of Rhûn and Harad became his minions. Sauron did give one of the Nine Rings to a Man of Rhûn, known as Khamul the Easterling. He in turn became the Witch-King of Angmar’s second in command. The Blue Istari may have perished, or they may have been corrupted by Sauron and encouraged cults and magical traditions among the Easterlings. If this happened, it is possible that their power is behind Carakgor’s might. And it is wise to fear.”
Belle held the necklace in her right hand, and with great deliberation, made a pass over it with her left, the hand that now bore Radagast’s ring. “Do they yet live?” she asked aloud.
A ringing sound came in response from the necklace, as though from a hunter’s horn. Belle hastily moved her hand away, and the ringing ceased. The Green Istar gaped in astonishment. “Truly I believe thee, Celeborn, as to the owner of this necklace! It is a fitting piece for one who served the Huntsman of the Valar!” she said.
The Elf and the Istar looked at each other as if one knew what the other was thinking. “We needed more than the weapons we carried,” said Belle, in wonder.
“And the Valar themselves have provided, it appears,” finished Celeborn.
Without taking her eyes from the necklace, Belle made a beckoning motion with one arm. “Come over here and look at this!” she called.
Celeborn looked up in surprise as three Hobbit heads peered around the door, then Káin’s, then Melgir’s, then Janell’s, and finally, Rían’s. His frown promised rebuke. “Eavesdroppers!” he exclaimed.
Belle forebore to laugh. It would have been more surprising had they not been listening.
Tanzy rushed to the Lord of Lothlorien’s side, and looked up at him brightly. “Nonsense! Look at the time we saved you, not having to explain! Now let me see it!” The company crowded around to look at the necklace.
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