Shadow over Arnor

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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Sep 03, 2001 11:04 pm

For the most part they kept to the straight road pass Chetwood. The brothers had been fighting all day since Bungle had went to the toilet that morning and sat on a porcupine. He had not helped things any when later that day Bungle had found an old birds nest and put it on his head and danced a little jig to make Dungle happy.<BR><BR>Dungle Remembered back to the day when the troll had attacked his brother... If he did not love his twin brother more than life it self he would have let the troll catch him. <BR><BR>The two brothers having just finished another fight rounded a bend in the road near a wooded area when a tall young man burst from the woods followed by two women a proud ranger type covered their retreat...<BR><BR>Bungle tripped over his own feet and Dungle called out .... "Halasìan"<BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>The black cloaked stranger entered the Forsaken Inn... At 7 feet plus it would have been an understatement to say that he did not look out of place.<BR><BR>The tall man looked around the common room there were two ranger types in the corner that he did not know, a few dark looking characters (probable from the south)were scattered at different tables. And some hobbits.<BR><BR>Spotting an empty table the dark stranger sat down. In no time at all a beautiful lady was at his table asking him what he would like. <BR><BR>She took a step back as the eyes that looked out from under the hood were almond shaped eye of an elf but other facial features were human... "Some honey mead please... and do not hurry."<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Wed Sep 05, 2001 7:00 pm

Riding south hard, <b>Halasían</b> wasn't sure if the medicine woman <b>Morghan</b> was with them or not, but the pursuer was for a time distanced, and a sharp bend in the trail hid them, Halasían told <b>Hayna</b> to take <b>Forcwyn</b> on, and Morghan came shortly. They continued on by trail hidden that Morghan knew, and Halasían stayed at the bend, waiting and listening for the approach of phantom rider. But only silence was heard, and so Halasían continued warily down the track, coming up to the others as they broke free of the wood and Halasían heard a familiar voice...<BR><BR>...<i>"<b>Dungle</b>! <b>Bungle</b>! Be wary! A shadow rider lurks!"</i><BR><BR>Dungle looked about, and told of the woman they found dead. Halasían cringed at the description of <b>Courtney</b> who had beemn his comfort for so many nights over the years. He looked at Forcwyn and he knew she heard the dwarf's words andd she wept. For she may have only known Courtney a short time, she knew she was close to Halasían, and was a friend even to her while she was there. Finally Halasían said to them all,<BR><BR><i>"We should hurry now to the <b>Prancing Pony</b>, though it offers little by way of protection, it will be a brief respite, and I will go to stand against the one who shadows me."</i><BR><BR>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>On the <b>South Road</b> to <b>Bree</b> near the <b>South Downs</b> a rider with gold locks named <b>Frea</b> was riding north and the night's silence was deafening. He came across some figures in the grass, and heaps of orc carcasses stinking. He held his nose and searched to find 4 <b>Soldiers of Gondor</b> slain, though they put up a fight. One looked as a commander, and Frea took his rest to bury the men with honor, though he knew not their names. He started a fire with scrub and burned the orcs and though they stank bad, he was warmed and no creature would bother him this night. Stones he marked their rest, and he took the swords and helms lest they be defiled. Sleep came over him and deep he rested, having strange dreams of things he did not know or understand.
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Postby Hunter » Sun Sep 09, 2001 11:09 pm

From the first mention of the Blood Crows by Halasían, to when he suddenly said, <i>“Something is here. It must be one of them! Quickly, we must leave this place…”</i> there had been no rest. <BR><BR>The Blood Crows, or someone else, pursued the three that she had happened upon and she had realized too late that she should have slipped quietly off into the forest instead of being drawn into something that did not concern her. After leading them by hidden tracks to the road, Morghan kept in the background, breathless and tired as she leaned against a tree. Everything had happened so quickly that it was not until now that she had time to gather her thoughts.<BR><BR>Now was the time to slip away, while their attention was occupied by the arrival of two dwarves. Stepping back from the road, she turned to leave when Dungle related the information to Halasían of finding the dead woman. <BR><BR>The color drained for Morghan’s face, her hand to her mouth suppressing a gasp. Halasían turned, eyeing her and asking sharply, <i>“You knew her?”</i> <BR><BR><BR><i>“Yes. She would visit my hut in the forest when she needed…”</i> and it was her turn to study Halasían. Was this man the reason that Courtney had sought her out on occasion? <i>“…She sought remedies from me.”</i> Morghan finished lamely. Halasían studied her closer, then said to them all,<BR><BR><i>“We should hurry now to the Prancing Pony, though it offers little by way of protection, it will be a brief respite, and I will go to stand against the one who shadows me.”</i> <BR><BR><i>‘Bree,’</i> Morghan thought, and she forgot about trying to slip away. She would travel to Bree with them and find Michrel.<BR><BR>-------------------------------<BR><BR>The crowd had thinned in the common room of the Pony, most of the tables empty and the few patrons who did remain were seated and talking quietly amongst themselves. Two men were seated apart from the other tables, off to the side with no one close to hear as they talked in quiet tones. <BR><BR>Ewen Thane sat back in his chair, his hand stroking his chin. He contemplated the man seated across from him and remembered also the man’s father. <BR><BR>Ruark Lachlan, a brave and noble man, he had known him well, and now his son sat before him. Ewen had not been present that fateful day when the small band of Rangers were slaughtered by a troop of roving orcs, but he remembered the scorn of the other Ranger who had recounted the tale. The boy had run, once during the attack and again later from his home in shame. And now he sat before Ewen, having presented him with a bold and unheard of plan. <BR><BR><i>“You mean to tell me that you have already been in contact with them?”</i> Ewen’s sharp gray eyes missed nothing as he searched Michrel’s face.<BR><BR><i>“Yes, and been accepted.”</i> Michrel met his gaze, not faltering when Ewen’s eyes grew hard.<BR><BR><i>“You have killed for them.”</i> It was a simple statement and with crossed arms he sat back, looking at ease, but inside Ewen held himself back from wanting to reach out and strike Michrel.<BR><BR><i>“You have done this on your own. Without discussing it with anyone?”</i> When Michrel nodded, Ewen leaned forward, bringing with face close to Michrel’s. <i>“Why?”</i> <BR><BR>Not flinching, nor pulling back, Michrel answered simply, <i>“For my father’s name.”</i><BR><BR>Ewen didn’t move, waiting for some sign in Michrel’s eyes that he lied. Finding none, he brought his hand up to clasp Michrel’s shoulder, <i>“Then I believe you and will do what I can to help.”</i><BR> <BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Sep 10, 2001 11:02 pm

<i>Dungle! Bungle! Be wary! A shadow rider lurks!"</i><BR>Never had the brothers seen the powerful ranger in a state like this. What ever was on their trail had to be fearsome indeed. "We here you Halasìan<BR><BR>For there short stature the brothers had no trouble in keeping up with the other. There was no time to talk. A deep sense of foreboding hung over them all except bungle whom never really seem to be phased by much at all.<BR><BR>As they hurried to Bree the brother studied the others around them and as was there way when danger is near they did not fight with each other even once.<BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Sep 23, 2001 1:26 pm

As they went toward Bree, Halasían stopped and turned. The shadows of the night stretched long, and he said,<BR><BR><i>"I cannot go to Bree, for I will stand and face what comes for me, but you go."</i><BR><BR>The party hesitated, but Halasían waved them on. Hayna thought if he wanted to get himself killed so be it. The sooner mother would be over the grief and get on with life. For surely it was the grief of the death of Courtney that makes Halasían turn and again leave his wife. Hayna said aloud,<BR><BR><i>"Lets ride!"</i><BR><BR>Not knowing what the brothers would do, Morghan and Forcwyn slipped to the side of the road as Hayna rode forward. It was then the sound of a horse art speed was heard coming west down the road. halasíian drew his sword and watched as the shadow charged on him.
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Postby Radagast » Tue Sep 25, 2001 6:19 pm

Bungle and Dungle hurried along, bravely taking the lead as stubborn Dwarves often do. They moved along at a pace faster than one would expect, and fear nipped at their heals.<BR><BR>Halasian, Hayna, and Morghan followed the two brave Dwarves as they looked nervously about, expecting doom at any minute.<BR><BR>Bungle stopped suddenly up ahead of the others. He turned and said, "I don't rightly like this - It's as if- ARRGH!"<BR><BR>He dropped, an arrow in his side and his agonizing cries hid the soft swish of the second arrow that flew from the woods.<BR><BR>A bolt nicked Halasian, and a numbing deathly cold consumed his left arm near the wound - he could only imagine Bungle's pain, for the poor Dwarf took the full force of the first arrow.<BR><BR>And then, a dark figure lept out onto the road way. In a moment, his bare hand was upon Dungle's neck and his sword was at the throat of the pained Bungle. He knelt partially behind the Dwarf, using the poor creature as a form of shield.<BR><BR>Hayna and Halasian drew their own weapons, and Morhgan took a few steps away, seeking some other method of attack.<BR><BR>The dark figure spoke in a cold, clear voice that had a strange hint of madness to it, "It seems our paths have crossed at last, and it nice of you to provide me with this two fools for my amusement... Now, hand over the woman and I won't kill these two stone-skulls!"<BR><BR>
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Postby Hunter » Wed Sep 26, 2001 11:45 am

Ewen Thane sat mulling; staring at the swallow of warm ale that remained in the mug he held. He had much to think about. Michrel Lachlan had left a short time ago, excusing himself and going in search of a room where he might rest. His haggard face had shown that he was sorely in need of rest, if the tale he had told Ewen were true; rest for the mind as well as the body. <BR><BR>Raising his eyes to peer out from beneath his bushy brows, he surveyed the common room of the Pony, noting the presence of a few of the ‘Little People.’ The sight of them brought a smile to his otherwise dour face, and he drained the last of his ale, calling out to a serving wench as she passed by.<BR><BR><i>“Another ale I’ll have and then some of whatever is left to serve from the kitchen.”</i><BR><BR>Then he leaned back in his chair, scratching his graying bread, thinking to himself that he may as well see if there was room for him at the Inn this night also.<BR><BR>He had arrived this day in Bree, planning to meet up with a few of the other Rangers that kept careful watch over the Shire. Either he was early or they were late, but this is where they had agreed to meet and he may as take advantage of one of the few times he was afforded the luxury of a roof over his head. <BR><BR>The serving wench brought his ale and set a platter of brown bread, cheese and cold slices of meat in front of him. As she left, he watched appreciatively her rear view, chuckling to himself at the memory of the last time he had cast a wandering eye at a sweet young lass; it had earned him a slap along the head by Rena. <BR>Rena, Rowenna Lachlan. What would she say when she arrived with Olben and found that her nephew had returned after so many years?<BR><BR>----------------<BR><BR>Morghan stepped back, drawing nearer to the cover of the trees as she watched the scene before her unfold. The two dwarves were helpless and Halasían injured; though he stood at Hayna’s side with weapon drawn.<BR><BR>Morghan had nothing, no weapons did she carry until she thought of the small sharp knife lying in the basket along with her herbs.<BR><BR>Halasían and Hayna held the attention of the man, the cold eyes mocking and daring them to make a move that would end the life of Bungle as he held him in his grip.<BR><BR>Slowly her hand slipped beneath the cover, finding the blade and pulling it forth. The man turned her way only once and she froze as his gaze touched her, his eyes cold and unsettling with their touch of madness. She shook off the feeling as once again he turned to Halasían; grinning and drawing his blade slowly across Bungle’s neck until a thin line of blood appeared.<BR><BR>Before he could cut further, Morghan’s hand was out and up and the blade flying toward him, striking the arm that held Dungle’s neck.<BR>
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Postby Radagast » Sat Sep 29, 2001 8:16 am

"Damn you, woman!" Nilvoth cried as blood ran down his arm.<BR><BR>In a flash, he released Dungle, and the Dwarf dropped to the ground as if dead, for none yet knew of the unholy touch of the Mad Elf. <BR><BR>Nilvoth's blade swirled, slashing Bungle one last time as he swung his sword towards the heros - and a small knife flew from his free hand as their eyes followed the blade. It knicked Hayna, and then the shadow was gone, back into the woods. <BR><BR>Stunned, the Rangers were torn between chasing down the vile Elf and helping the wounded. Bungle had slowly gotten to his feet, but Dungle was barely breathing...<BR>
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Postby Hunter » Wed Oct 10, 2001 10:19 pm

<i>“Damn you, woman!”</i><BR><BR>There was death in his voice and the eyes that flashed in her direction were filled with hatred greater than she had ever seen before.<BR><BR>His sword swirled and slashed Bungle across the chest, his knife grazing Hayna as he threw his body to one side. Then Nilvoth was gone and there was silence but for the grasping breath of Bungle.<BR><BR>Precious moments slipped by as everyone stood frozen in place, the tableau broken by Bungle who staggered as he tried to stand, calling out for his brother in ragged gasps.<BR><BR>Morghan raced to his side, easing him to the ground as he stumbled against her, pushing him back as he tried in vain to rise again.<BR><BR><i>“Dun…gle!”</i> he gasped, his hand grasping hers as she probed near the arrow embedded in his side.<BR><BR><i>“Hush, he has been knocked unconscious.”</i> Morghan tried to keep the concern from her voice as she glanced toward the fallen dwarf. She was worried, for he had not moved nor made a sound since dropping to the ground when Nilvoth released him. But she was more concerned with Bungle, for the arrow was lodged deep in his side and the skin surrounding it was cold to the touch.<BR><BR>She could hear in the background, movement as Forcwyn saw to her husband and son, but her main concern was for the dwarf and his wounds. The slash across his chest was not deep; already the flow of blood had nearly ceased, but the arrow…<BR><BR>Someone knelt beside her, staying her hand as she braced herself to pull the arrow free. <i>“No, push it through, it will cause less damage,”</i> and she looked up into the sea gray eyes of Hayna.<BR><BR>She nodded, <i>“Hold him then,”</i> she said and helped him roll Bungle to his side, exposing his back. Bungle’s eyes were glazed over with pain and his voice became slurred as the cold crept further through his body. Breaking the shaft of the arrow, she gripped it firmly, then glanced at Hayna, who nodded that he was ready. A firm push and she felt the arrow break through and felt also the shudder that convulsed Bungle as he groaned and went limp. <BR><BR>Telling Hayna to fetch her basket that lay where she had dropped it, she sorted through the herbs, pulling out some Athelas and laying it on the wound before binding it tightly with strips of cloth torn from her slip. Noticing that Hayna favored his arm that had been grazed by the knife she asked him to let her tend his wound, but was interrupted when Forcwyn called to her.<BR><BR><i>“Healer, he barely breathes,”</i> she said as she bent over the still form of Dungle. Wearily Morghan got to her feet and knelt near Dungle. Halasían knelt there also, and she saw that his arm hung limply at his side as he told her that he could find no marks on the body, not even a scratch.<BR><BR><i>“Whatever has happened to him, was by that mad mans touch alone.”</i> And he cursed under his breath, while Morghan ran a tired, bloody hand through her hair and sat back, her eyes worried.<BR><BR><i>“I…don’t know what to do for him. I used what little Athelas I had with me on his brother.”</i><BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Wed Nov 07, 2001 8:08 pm

<i>Ohh... dang! </i><BR><BR>Halasian said as he reeled from the blow. It looked like morghan thought fast and foiled the attack, but Halasian noticed that Forcwyn had disappeared. Hayna was cursing at getting nicked with the knife and scowling at Halasian, and he looked at the dead dwarf and suddenly he too reralized Forcwyn was gone and he went to where she was last seen and went into the woods there in search of her.<BR><BR><i>Hey! </i>
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Dec 31, 2001 1:13 pm

Forcwyn wandered lost in the woods for days, finally coming out on the north side. She avoided any movement for she knew not who they were. She hoped that Halasían would find her, and Hayna,and she wondered if they were even alive. She wandered her way north keeping off the old Fornost road, but not letting it out of her sight. She slept in the scrub and sporadic trees and the way was silent. <BR><BR>In the dim grey light of the morning Forcwyn awoke to the sound of horse hoofs, and they stopped as a lone horseman wheeled about, and walked the horse up to her.<BR><BR><i>"It is not safe to be out in the wild these days."<BR><BR>---<BR><BR>Halasían looked for track of his wife and found sign, but he could not find her. He had taught her too well it seemed, and though she abhorred war and killing, she was light of foot. Her horse was found quickly enough, but Where was she? Halasían moved warily northward through the wood.<BR><BR>---<BR><BR>Hayna was separated by the onrush, and the mayhen that ensued he had lost contact with his mother and Halasían. He gathered up another sword and helped Morghan with the dwarf. It would figure that his great Ranger father would come up missing after a skirmish. Hayna kept a wary eye out for another attack.<BR><BR><i>(OOC: I had to bring this up. I will write closure for Forcwyn and Halasian here soon)</i>
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Jan 21, 2002 7:24 pm

And so time was that <b>Forcwyn</b> came to Annúminas, and there dwelt and gave birth to twins... a son whom she named <b>Hanasían</b>, and a daughter named <b>Halcwyn</b>. She stayed at the old Evendim Inn and worked there in peace it seemed, for there were few who came there other than Rangers. She held hope that Halasían would come there, but the days went by and no word or deed was heard of the Ranger <b>Halasian</b>. He never would see his younger children taht she would know of, and only hatred was there between him and his older son <b>Hayna</b>. To this day there were legends whispered of one in the dark forests of Rhuadur that was rumored of being Halasian, but they were legends, and upon growing in stature and skill, his son Hanasian searched long the lands west of the Mistys for sign of his father, but he never let on that anything was ever found.<BR><BR><b>Of Forcwyn</b> in her elder age as the dark days of the War of the Ring loomed, she journeyed to Rivendell and was allowed to live there as she wrote of her memories, thinking always of her tragic relationship with Halasian. She spent her last years there in the company of an old hobbit named Bildo, who was writing a book. They would sit long hours and write, and he would ask her of any adventures and news, but to think of the years past she would grieve, and said little. Bilbo wrote what scraps she told on some papers, but it was doubtful it ever made it into the Red Book.<BR><BR><b>Of Hayna</b> He stayed with his mother through the birth of his brother and sister, and when he was satisfied she was ok at the Inn of Annúminas, he travelled again to Gondor and served on the seas. He rallied to Aragorn and the Dunedain when they came with the Dead, and assaulted the fleet of Umbar and sailed up the Anduin to Minas Tirith. He was killed on the Morannan, passing the ring of Halvaris to his younger brother, Hanasian. For though Hayna hated his father, he held to the heirloom of the house out of respect for his mother whom he loved.<BR><BR><b>Of Hanasian</b>, much is told elsewhere, but let it be said that he never tired of the search for his father, and he served in the war when he rode with the sons of Elrond to the aid of their chieftain Aragorn, meeting him in Rohan. <BR><BR>Little is known of Halcwyn, but tale has it that she married a lord of Rohan, and lived there long. Of this, the records of Meduseld would have to be consulted.<BR><BR>So ends this tale as it pertains to Halasían, Hayna, and Forcwyn.
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Postby heliona » Mon Feb 11, 2002 3:54 am

<i>(OOC: Right, I know this is about 3 months late, but I have finally finished reading the whole of Shadow Over Arnor, and am posting to try and tie up the lose ends. (Bear in mind that this is a little back up the timeline.) I apologise to Wandering and Mccajust for taking some control of Legros Sestet and Arlon, but they hadn’t been mentioned in forever, and I thought they would be the best people for the jobs at hand! I’m guessing Eleanorae is not coming back, so I’m attempting to take over her characters, and will try and post as her baddies soon! If anyone else, basically meaning Radagast, seeing as he has control of all the baddies, pretty much, wants to give me a little clue or help, it would be much appreciated! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)</i> <BR><BR><BR>Almarian and Lilion, the Elf that had joined her and Arkaeth on other Patrols, were out riding the borders of Rivendell. Lately, the Elf had been seeing more of the young Ranger, teaching her how to use her bow to its utmost ability. He had not been surprised when her archery skill quickly developed into something akin to his own – there was something about Almarian which suggested a link to the Eldar.<BR><BR>The two slowed their horses simultaneously, and looked about cautiously. "Do you smell something?" Almarian inquired softly.<BR><BR>Lilion nodded and notched an arrow into his bow. Nudging his horse, the Elf led Almarian to a small glen. "The stench grows stronger here," he noted in his soft voice.<BR><BR>Almarian dismounted, and, drawing her Elvish sword, climbed down the glen, Lilion following, his bow still nocked. Soon they came upon a vast figure, it’s flesh grey and rotting, laid out on the floor of the forest. Almarian and Lilion gagged, and moved away upwind, to investigate what had happened to the creature. <BR><BR>"These trees bear marks of unnatural fire," Lilion said, his keen blue eyes scanning the surrounding forest for danger.<BR><BR>"The ground too, and there is something else as well," Almarian added, moving towards a bush. <BR><BR>"Lady Almarian, be careful," the Elf warned as he watched her bend down to look underneath the bush.<BR><BR>Suddenly, she gasped, and Lilion ran over. He saw her gingerly holding a large black crow in her hands, her forgotten sword lying glimmering at her feet. The crow’s feathers, instead being their usual glossy black, were dull, and the eyes were almost lifeless.<BR><BR>Almarian stood up slowly, cradling the bird. "We must get back to Elrond."<BR><BR>Lilion nodded, and gracefully stooped to pick up her sword. Placing it in her sheath, the two locked eyes, deep grey with dark blue, and then Lilion helped Almarian onto Finduilas, and the pair rode swiftly back towards Imladris, as always being careful not to take a direct route.<BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~<BR><BR>Elrond looked down upon the bird with sad grey eyes. His long fingers stroked the dull feathers, eliciting a blink from its eyes. "He is still alive, but barely. He will need extra strength to return to his true form," he told the waiting Elf and Ranger.<BR><BR>The Elf Lord turned to Halindel, whose arm was miraculously healed, and, although his bow skills would never be what they once were, they outmatched any but the greatest human archer still. "Halindel, fetch me some water." The young Elf hastened away, and soon returned with a silver bowl full of sparkling water.<BR><BR>Elrond knelt in front of the cushion which the crow lay upon, and sprinkled the water over him, saying words in the Elven tongue, which Almarian, although her knowledge of that language far exceeded that of many other Rangers, for her father had taught her all he knew, and Lilion had been teaching her, when they had been practising their bow skills, could not understand.<BR><BR>Soon, the crow’s eyes became brighter, and took on a green sheen. The bird’s form then became indistinct, and the wings lengthened to become arms, and soon, Sorael the man was sitting in front of them, looking very weary. <BR><BR>"Well, done, my son, your strength is more than even Gandalf guessed," Elrond told him. "Rest now, for you have slayed one which was powerful, and have great need of it."<BR><BR>Sorael nodded, and watched as Elrond left with Halindel. Then he turned to Almarian and Lilion, who were also about to leave. "Thank you," he said, hoarsely. "Thank you." His green eyes locked with those of Almarian’s, and she nodded, saying, "You are one we can ill afford to lose." Sorael turned to Lilion, who added, "Rest, for your strength, I fear, will be needed again soon," and he led Almarian out of the room, leaving Sorael in his own thoughts.<BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~<BR><BR>The next day dawned fresh and clear. Sorael got up early, and made his way out onto the balcony. Halindel found him staring out West. "Halindel," the young wizard turned to the Elf. "We have to get rid of the body of the Flesh Horror, we must. It will attract Orcs and Trolls." Sorael grabbed Halindel’s arm in his fervour. <BR><BR>The Elf looked down at the hand clenching his arm, and gently untangled himself, saying, "Fear not, Sorael. Arlon took a few Dwarves to send the Flesh Beast down the river, where it will no longer contaminate our land, and will then be in Ulmo’s hands."<BR><BR>Sorael sighed, "I am sorry, Halindel. I feel I should have known what the Blood Crows were planning. I failed."<BR><BR>"Failed you have not," the Elf led Sorael through Imladris’ terraces and bridges. "You have seen off an enemy that many could not have defeated, and infiltrated the Blood Crows, escaping with your life and valuable information."<BR><BR>"Thank you for your kind words, Halindel," Sorael answered. "But, where are you taking me?"<BR><BR>The Elf did not answer, but led them round a corner, where upon Sorael saw many others, including Elrond, seated in a circle on a porch, overlooking the river. "You have called another Council," Sorael noted. <BR><BR>"Indeed," Elrond inclined his head, and Sorael took a seat beside the Elf Lord, "and your presence is needed. We have much to discuss." He waited until Halindel had sat on his other side, and then continued, looking around at those present as he spoke. "The time has come for action. We must be prepared for any eventuality, and, the incursion of our sacred border by the Flesh Beast, which Sorael bravely faced and defeated, has brought matters to a head.<BR><BR>"No longer will I sit by and wait. The danger has got too close. Several things are needed to be done," Elrond paused, and, then, enunciating every word, pinned everyone with his wise, grey stare. "There is a possibility that Malebranche will disturb the Balrog enough to cause it to break free. There is no doubt that Malebranche himself will perish in such an attempt, and could likely fail in his mission. However, if such a creature were to walk Middle-Earth again, I have no need to tell you all that it would take great power to defeat it. The Elves no longer have the power that they once used to, and victory can not be certain."<BR><BR>The Elf Lord stopped talking, and let his words sink in to those assembled. The Ranger Arkaeth looked grim, and there was a sadness about his eyes, that made Elrond certain he was thinking of his loved one by the shores of Lake Evendim. Almarian, sat beside him, had a fire in her eyes, and a beauty that Elrond had seen from the start, but only her time in Imladris had brought it to the fore so that all others could see it. Her determination and spirit were now tempered with the wisdom and skill of the Elves, and Elrond had great hopes for her, although he did not speak of them to anyone. Lilion, recently the young Ranger’s constant companion, also had a determined look on his face, and Elrond knew that those two could change the fate of the world. The Breelander, Jon Goatleaf, now somewhat leaner than he had been when he arrived, stared back at Elrond with a look of fear on his face, but Elrond could see the strength hidden behind the horror. Legros Sestet, the powerful Mirkwood Elf who had been a great help for Elrond with his healing, sat looking sad, only his eyes betraying the fear he felt. Arlon, the Dwarf, said silent and grim, awaiting Elrond to speak again. Elrond smiled a small, grim smile, and continued.<BR><BR>"But nothing is ever certain, and what power the Elves have must be prepared. The power of the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood is still great, and they must be told of the new developments. I would send a Patrol, but I fear that they would not reach Lothlórien. Someone who can wield power must be one to go."<BR><BR>There was silence amongst the gathered, as they looked uneasily at each other. After a minute, Legros stood up. "I will go. I have a wish to see Lothlórien again, and my power should protect me enough to deliver your message, Lord Elrond."<BR><BR>"As you wish, Legros, so it shall be." Elrond then turned from the silver-haired Elf, "Now, although the borders of the Shire are well protected by the Rangers, their numbers are lessening, and I fear that they are not fully apprised of the situation. Aragorn is not in the North to lead them, and while Halbarad is a competent leader, he will need aid in the form of information. Who will take on the task of contacting them?" Elrond looked round.<BR><BR>Arkaeth stood up, tall and proud, "I will, Lord Elrond. As much as Rivendell is a place of peace and restfulness, I have recently been restless, and feel the need to travel back East, to the lands of my youth. I will inform the Rangers of the situation."<BR><BR>Jon looked up at the grim Ranger, and slowly stood up beside him, "I will go with you, Arkaeth. I will not let my land fall if I can help it."<BR><BR>Almarian smiled slightly as she listened to the Breelander declare his intention. Circumstances had changed many people for the better, she thought to herself.<BR><BR>Elrond smiled also, "Your heart is true, Jon Goatleaf. I wish you both luck." He gestured for them to sit again, and spoke again, "Lastly, Malebranche may not have the skill to raise the Balrog, but he may by accident. He must be stopped if at all possible. Whoever goes will have to track him to Moria, and stop him. He is a powerful Half-Elf. It will not be easy."<BR><BR>Almarian rose from her seat, "I will take on this task, Lord Elrond." She held her head high, and everyone seated noted how Elvish she looked.<BR><BR>"This is not a task you should undertake alone. Who will accompany Lady Almarian?" Elrond asked.<BR><BR>Lilion rose to stand beside her, "I will go with you."<BR><BR>"And so will I," Sorael, who had been sitting quietly, watching the proceedings, stepped forward. "I know Malebranche, and know what he is capable of. Plus, you will no doubt have need someone who has knowledge of magic."<BR><BR>"Then it is decided," Elrond stood also, his grey eyes shadowed with sadness. "I have one more request to make, and this is to the Dwarves." He turned his eyes onto Arlon, who inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Would you stay here and help to protect Imladris, for our Elven Patrols have been severely depleted in the advent of recent events?"<BR><BR>"It would be an honour, Lord Elrond," the gruff Dwarf stood and bowed. "With our help, no new evil shall penetrate this valley."<BR><BR>"Come, preparations must be made," Elrond turned, and strode away, leaving many determined but grim faces behind him.<BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~<BR><BR>"Legros, take care, my friend," Almarian said to the Elf as he stood by his horse.<BR><BR>"And you, my Lady," he replied. Turning to Arkaeth and Jon, he said, "I have known you not long, but I consider you friends. Be careful." Lastly, he spoke to Lilion, "May your Mirkwood arrows fly true, and protect you and your companions." The tall blond Elf inclined his head, and answered, "May your power never fail you."<BR><BR>With that, Legros mounted his white stallion, and cantered off into the forest.<BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~<BR><BR>"Goodbye, Jon," Almarian gave the Breelander a strong hug. "Take care, you hear? I don’t want to come back and discover you’ve gone and got yourself injured."<BR><BR>"That’s if you come back at all, Lady," he replied, sniffing.<BR><BR>"Hey, less of that talk, Jon. We’ll be fine, and we’ll meet again to taste the Bree ale," she flashed a beautiful smile at him, and gave him another hug, before moving on to speak to Arkaeth.<BR><BR>"Say hello to her for me. I am sure she is well," she whispered to the tall Ranger. "Take care of the Halflings. I have a feeling that they may be more important than anyone can guess."<BR><BR>Arkaeth smiled a sad smile, "I will trust to your feelings, for there is something about you that is different. And take care of Malebranche."<BR><BR>Almarian grinned swiftly, "I will, you have my word." She turned away, and began speaking to Jon again as Sorael and Lilion spoke with Arkaeth.<BR><BR>"Take care of her," he told them. "And trust her instincts. She may be young, but she has a good heart."<BR><BR>"Indeed, her instincts are very good, as good as an Elf’s," Sorael gazed after Almarian. "She has had a good teacher," he smiled at Lilion.<BR><BR>"She has Elvish blood flowing through her veins," the blond Elf replied. "She will come to no harm while I live," he promised.<BR><BR>Sorael then told Arkaeth that Gandalf had shown a special affection for the little people of the Shire, and told him he must be do as much as he could to protect them. Arkaeth nodded grimly, and mounted upon his sturdy horse. Almarian patted Jon’s horse, and joined her two companions to watch the Ranger and the Breelander walk off, only to stop to have a few last words with Elrond.<BR><BR>The Elf Lord saw them off, and joined the wizard, young woman, and Elf on the steps. "There goes the fate of the world, I feel," he said quietly.<BR><BR>Almarian and Lilion exchanged looks, before catching Sorael’s eye. There was something about the Halflings that had to be protected.<BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~<BR><BR>Almarian found Sorael on a terrace, looking south. She walked soundlessly up to him, and stood by his side, silent, until he spoke. "I wonder if we shall succeed."<BR><BR>Almarian remained silent for a while, her face contemplative. Then she answered, "I believe we will. Whatever the outcome, though, we must believe that we will, otherwise the battle is already over, and we have lost."<BR><BR>Sorael turned and looked down at the small woman, a twinkle in his green eyes, "You are getting more and more Elvish every day, Lady Almarian. In fact, I would say that your ears are getting decidedly pointy."<BR><BR>Almarian returned the smile, "I have something for you." She held out a sheathed sword, that looked too big in her small hands.<BR><BR>"What is this?" Sorael asked, as he took it, and weighted it in his hands.<BR><BR>"It was my father’s sword, which he threw to me upon his death. I want you to have it."<BR><BR>Sorael shook his head, "I can not take it. It belongs to you."<BR><BR>"You have need of a sword, do you not? Even Gandalf carries a sword, and a wizard should not carry an ordinary sword. This is an ancient sword, and would suit you well," Almarian answered.<BR><BR>"I’m sure Elrond can find me a suitable sword, Lady Almarian," he protested.<BR><BR>"This is a suitable sword. It is too large for me to wield properly, although I am adept with it. My Elvish sword suits me much better," she laid her hand on the hilt of the sword which Elrond had given to her. "Besides, I do not wish to leave that sword behind, and it will be safe with you."<BR><BR>Sorael tried to protest again, but Almarian silenced him with a wave of her hand. "No more protests. Belt it on. I think you will find it perfectly balanced."<BR><BR>The wizard buckled the belt around his waist. "You are an incredible woman, Almarian. I am happy to be riding alongside you."<BR><BR>"Speaking of which, I also have a mount for you."<BR><BR>The green eyes widened, "A mount?"<BR><BR>"Yes, Fleetwood. She belonged to the Ranger Halasìan," Almarian’s face fell somewhat at the mention of that name, but somehow she felt that the old Ranger was safe. "She will not leave my mount, Finduilas, in any case, so you might as well ride her, if she will carry you."<BR><BR>"I will speak with her," Sorael answered with a smile. "I have a way with animals."<BR><BR>Almarian nodded off to a clearer part of the forest. "You will find her there. She is a black horse, with a scar on her flank. Tell the black mare with her that you are a friend of mine, otherwise she might get a little protective."<BR><BR>Sorael nodded, and strode off the way Almarian had indicated, his honey-coloured hair flowing in the light breeze that drifted through Imladris.<BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~<BR><BR>Almarian and Lilion were mounted on their saddleless horses, their longbows at their backs, awaiting the appearance of Sorael. Their quivers were full of arrows, their blades had been recently sharpened, and their long hair was pulled back, away from their faces, but left to flow, as was the way of Elves. Almarian watched as the rising sun sent orange warmth through the trees. She turned to Lilion, who was sitting, still as a tree on his white steed, gazing South. "Lilion, what did Legros mean when he said your arrows were from Mirkwood? I thought you were a Rivendell Elf."<BR><BR>He turned his deep blue eyes upon her, "I am from the Woodland Realm, but have lived in Rivendell for the last few months. I was sent to inquire about shadows that had been seen in our land. Soon, it became too dangerous for me to return to my own land, and I stayed here, Patrolling with the others."<BR><BR>Almarian nodded in understanding, and they both turned when they heard Elrond and Sorael approaching. The young wizard was mounted on Fleetwood, who had consented, without much trouble, to carry him, and Elrond strode beside him.<BR><BR>"You three have perhaps the most dangerous task, for Moria is a dangerous place, and I do not need to mention the Balrog. You know what is needed of you. I wish you well, and hope to see you again in happier times," the Elf Lord said to them. He laid a long-fingered hand on Finduilas, and looked up at Almarian. "Trust yourself, Almarian. Your heart is your most valuable asset."<BR><BR>"Lilion, you are a wise Elf, you need no advice from me," Elrond locked eyes with the tall, handsome Elf, and then turned to Sorael, "Remember what I have told you, Sorael, and you will succeed."<BR><BR>Elrond stepped back from the horses, and was joined by Halindel and Eleanorae. The three turned their horses heads south, and looking back only once, saw the three Elves still standing on the steps, gazing after them.<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby heliona » Tue Feb 12, 2002 2:42 pm

<i>(OOC: Just bringing this up. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)</i>
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Postby Radagast » Sun Feb 17, 2002 11:48 am

OOC: For Heliona... Irgeroth failed in his mission to locate the Ring for Saruman. He probably spent his later years as a wandering menance in the wilderness, ever running from the forces of the King returned who hunted him after the fall of Sauron and the destruction of the Bloodcrows. His eventually passing was noted by few and mourned by none.<BR><BR>Nilvoth escaped his hunters and eventually fled to the dark lands in the East. He found service as an mage-warrior in the armies of Sauron, and he was reviled for his cruelity to all beneath him, especially those of lesser races, such as the Orcs. His power grew and he led a force into battle against the Host of the West in the last days of Sauron's reign. When the Ring was destroyed and Sauron's forces scattered, madness finally overtook Nilvoth. He fled into the wild and lived as a beast for many, many years, feeding upon any he could capture. His travels took him south, spawning legends of the "pale demon" who's touch was that of winter and who ate the souls of the living. In the end, he wandered off into the far deserts of the south and was never seen again...<BR>
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Postby heliona » Wed Mar 06, 2002 3:50 am

<i>(OOC: Thanks, Radagast. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I've been incredibly busy, but I promise I will try and post another long post as soon as it's written! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)</i>
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Postby heliona » Sun Sep 16, 2007 1:45 pm

(OOC: You are a star brighter than all others, Shadowjack. :) I'm bumping this up again so that I can read it and get back in touch with my characters in preparation for The Mists of Eriador.)

[ETA: An apology for not just accessing this via the wonderful The Old Grey Mares' Reading Room. Raven told me about it belatedly. Doh! Sorry!]
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Postby heliona » Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:05 pm

The journey south to Moria was fast and quiet. The three members of the company were all adept at moving quickly and quietly, and wanted to catch up with Malebranche as rapidly as possible. The threat of him awakening the Balrog weighed on their mind heavily. There was little talk between the Elf, the Wizard and the Ranger. When they did stop, it was briefly, and they lit no fires.

Lilion could travel without sleeping, and Almarian and Soreal rested whilst on horseback. Often they dismounted, leading their horses over the rougher ground. By the time they reached Moria, all three were looking forward to stopping. They knew, however, that rest was not an option. They needed to find out if Malebranche had reached Moria, and if so, whether he had breached the dwarves' defences.

As they stared at the black walls that were the entrance to the mines, Sorael said quietly, "Arlon mentioned that the dwarf Balin had come to reclaim Moria from the Goblins. I see no sign of anyone, whether they be Goblins or Dwarves."

"The entrance to Moria was made many years ago, in the Second Age, by Dwarves and Elves. It is concealed. Only those that are friends of the Dwarves would know the password and thus could enter," Lilion said, adjusting the arrows in his quiver.

"And yet the Goblins entered Moria somehow. I doubt that they found out the password," Almarian commented dryly. "There must be at least one other entrance."

"Which Malebranche could very well know," Sorael added grimly.

"We must see what became of the dwarves," Lilion said, the distaste carefully concealed in his voice.

The three friends led their horses carefully down to the lake outside where they supposed the hidden entrance to be. They had not been stood staring at the blank wall of rock for long before a gruff voice called out, "Who are you and what is your business here?"

The three exchanged glances. "Sounded like a dwarf to me," Almarian said.

"Definitely a dwarf," Lilion confirmed quietly, nodding slightly in the direction from where the voice came. "I can see his hairy face," he added, more loudly.

From the same direction they heard a shuffle, a thud, and then muffled cursing. Moments after, two dwarves emerged from the bushes. One looked somewhat sheepish, the other grim. "Do not make me ask a second time." He hefted a large axe as he spoke.

"You are not being very welcoming," Almarian observed, ensuring that her hand was close to her sword. "We have been sent from Imladris at Lord Elrond's behest, tracking a murderer. We believe his intended destination is Moria. I am Almarian, a Ranger. This is Sorael, and Lilion."

"An Elf," the sheepish-looking dwarf grunted, glaring at Lilion.

"Very observant," Lilion answered flatly.

Sorael stepped forward. "We need to speak to Balin."

"What do you know of Balin?" the grim dwarf asked suspiciously.

"Did Almarian not just say that we came from Imladris and Elrond?" Sorael answered. "Lord Elrond knows Balin well."

The dwarves considered them carefully. "Very well," the grim dwarf said eventually. "You must leave your horses here."

"I sincerely doubt that they would want to go underground," Almarian noted, turning to her mare, Finduilas, and murmuring in her ear.

"Lasni will stay here with them," the grim dwarf said, nodding to the other dwarf.

"I suppose that is meant to be reassuring," Lilion muttered.

The three friends followed the dwarf, whose name was Kimel. Although none of the three were particularly happy at being underground, they could appreciate the amazing work that had gone into excavating Moria.

The meeting with Balin started well. The dwarf listened to what they had to say and then shook his head. "We have not seen nor heard anything out of the ordinary. Apart from the usual from the goblins who are mounting random attacks, everything is going well."

Lilion lent forward, his face serious. "Malebranche is looking to awaken the Balrog. He would not have undertaken that task lightly. Be careful that you do not accidentally do his job for him."

Balin's friendly eyes went flat. "Listen to me, Elf. Khazad-dum belongs to the Dwarves, and now that we have it back, it is going to stay in the hands of the Dwarves."

Almarian looked between the pair. "Balin, we would like to make a thorough search of the mines for any hints of Malebranche. I realise that you have not seen anything of him, but you have not been looking for him, and you have been preoccupied with the goblins. Can you help us?"

Balin finally turned away from Lilion and looked at the Ranger. "Very well. Hunri is our best tracker and knows the mines well. He will help you."

"Thank you," Almarian answered.

The three combed the mines with the dwarf, Hunri, but they found no trace of Malebranche. They did find goblins, and had several fights. Almarian and Lilion spent most of what spare time they had outside, for they found the mines, beautiful though they were, oppressive, and wanted to keep their horses company.

After nearly two weeks searching the various passages of Moria, they had to admit that Malebranche was not there. There was no physical evidence of the Balrog either. Sorael, however, insisted that he sensed something. Almarian and Lilion did not doubt him, but attempting to warn the dwarves again only provoked their stubborn pride.

Eventually, the three had to give up, and left Moria to return to Imladris. Almarian, in particular, was bitter in defeat. She remembered her promise to Arkaeth, her fellow Ranger, about taking care of Malebranche. The fact that they had not found any evidence of him irked her.

After returning to Imladris, the three stayed there until it was safe to lessen the defences around the Last Homely House. After that, they travelled to Mirkwood, where Sorael stayed with Radagast in the south of the Forest, studying with him until he could control the shape-shifting properly.

Almarian continued on with Lilion. She lived with the Elves, learning their ways. It was there that she discovered that her mother had been a Mirkwood Elf. She had been taken by Orcs when she was very young and had lost her memory thanks to the treatment she had received at the Orcs' hands.

Eventually, Anganaur had rescued her and, not knowing where she came from, took care of her. They fell in love and married. Almarian's birth killed her mother, so the Elf-maiden never had the chance to remember her home.

Occasionally Lilion and Almarian made the journey to Imladris to consult with Lord Elrond, however their main concern was to the East of the Misty Mountains.

Thus ends the involvement of Sorael the Wizard, Almarian the Ranger, and Lilion the Elf in the Shadow Over Arnor.

(OOC: Hurrah, it's finally done!! Now I have to go back and reread everything to get back into Almarian and Lilion's character to ensure that I'm still writing her correctly for The Mists of Eriador.)
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