The Wedding of Turelie Lurea and Hobbituk A Bard's Festival-All Welcome

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby SmaugsBane » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:38 am

How's that for an entrance? Confounded double post!
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Postby SmaugsBane » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:39 am

Dirk emerged from the stables at the Lucky Fortune, dusting himself off from the high-speed ride he'd taken that morning, and began to make his way through the growing crowds outside towards the front door. <BR><BR>Always in the wilds or on the road adventuring, Dirk had been away on the Old Great West Road east of Edoras when the news of the wedding and the invitation to give Turelie Lurea away at the blessed event had reached him. The young Dúnedan made all haste to be there on time, pushing Midnight's abilities to the their limits. Now he had arrived, and the outer facade of the Lucky Fortune now brought back many memories as he approached. It dawned on him that he had not visited the famous taproom since Silverscribe's party left to face her destiny. <BR><BR>With a heavy sigh, Dirk checked himself over for dust and grime of the road. He had stayed the night before at Imladris, deciding to stop and rest before the final flight to the Last Bridge and the Lucky Fortune so as to arrive in appropriate attire for the wedding. The Elves of Imladris had done well in tailoring a suit for him - all black, as is Dirk's wont. His trademark knee-high black boots had been polished to a military sheen. A new pair of leather breeches and a new ceremonial baldric had been fashioned for him by the tanners of the Last Homely House. He wore a linen shirt, with a silk cravate tucked neatly into a fine wool vest, over which he wore a black velvet cape, clasped at the neck with a silver brooch in the shape of an arrow in a drawn bow, the mark of Dale. Hanging from the baldric, the silver bindings of its scabbard polished and glinting brightly, was <i>Neleg Amlug</i>, which had also seen its share of buffing - the emerald in the pommel of the mighty blade reflecting verdant sparkles onto the outside walls of the Inn. <BR><BR>He ran his hands through his unbound sable hair, which settled about his shoulders and down his chest in cascades, and pushed the front door. The youthful warrior stood in the threshold a moment, scanning the throng for familiar faces.
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Postby Lindonbayne » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:55 am

<i>Lindonbayne rode towards the commotion of the inn on her pale grey steed. Had it been any other festival, she probably would not have gone, but she refused to miss the wedding of two dear friends. Though she would not perform, as she feared making such a joyous occasion miserable. But she had promised to be there, and never went back on her word no matter how she felt.<BR><BR>The young Elf maiden dismounted and led Culuial to the stables. She handed him to the stablehand and went to the front of the inn. She peered through the door, smiling weakly, quietly announcing her presence, then standing outside again, she waited for her gift to arrive by cart.<BR>
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Postby Culanir » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:57 am

Culanir rounded the corner and saw the Road dipping away down towards the Last Bridge and a huddle of buildings. It could well have looked stark and bleak, but the Inn glowed with a warmth that came from more than just the late sun, as though it soaked up the laughter and happiness of the people who passed through its welcoming doors. <BR><BR>Yet this Gondorian knight was quite probably the one person who was not and would never be welcomed here. All the same, he nudged his horse onwards over the hard-packed earth. Culanir’s feelings were mixed as they had been ever since he first caught wind of the imminent wedding ceremony. Word had run around the White City as soon as it had become known the lady who had once dwelt there in such high estate was to be wed. More than anything it was desired that the news be sent to her brother, Nenya of Diadron, who had departed the gates whence noone knew. The rumours had run around the guardroom and Culanir had consequently pricked up his ears. Her name, which reawakened the old wound he had long hoped was healed. And the name of the inn where he’d been sending letters to his little sister this year past. And he had fought himself and had considered writing to his sister to ask her if it was true but his pride held his hand. Only at the last had he succumbed and taken to the road. <BR><BR>When the rider drew up outside the Lucky Fortune, a stable hand rushed forth to take the reins of his steed and with the practised ease of one who had ridden for many years and who also carried the blood of Rohan in his veins, he swung himself down from the saddle to the cobbles below. <BR><BR>Voices could be heard from within and from the back of the inn, a veritable cacophony of merrymaking and music. All of a sudden, Culanir began to feel slight doubt and worry line his countenance. But the knight resolved to brazen it out. He knew how to blend in, how to act as though he belonged. Although looking down at his dusty and travel-stained tunic he realised he’d stand out a mile in a gathering of people in their best. <BR><BR>“Is there anywhere I might freshen up?” he asked the stable lad.<BR><BR>“Well, I’m sure if you ask inside they’d give you space to wash and change”<BR><BR>“No really, I don’t want to disturb the party in this attire. Just show me to the pump and that’ll suffice.”<BR><BR>And thus out of sight he bent under the water flow and gasped involuntarily as the icy gush hit his warm skin. He washed and changed into a fresh shirt and tunic. His red-gold hair plastered close to his head and his tunic plain black Culanir looked almost sombre. His mother would no doubt have passed dry comment that he looked as though he was going to a funeral.<BR>
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Postby Leoba » Mon Nov 18, 2002 9:34 am

“Leoba!” Eari called her friend over to the window. “You can stop looking so twitchy; he’s here!”<BR><BR>Leoba had been pacing up and down, hovering nervously behind Lurea as the finishing touches were made to her hairdo, and half driving the elf mad by walking again and again over the same squeaky floorboard. As Eari spoke, the young woman’s head flew around to the window and her eyes lit up with pure joy. Her thoughts swept clean of everything but the news she’d been craving, she ran to the casement and looked out.<BR><BR>There he was emerging from the stables, his long black hair flowing loose about his shoulders. The finest young Dúnedan in all of Middle Earth. <BR><BR>“Lurea, would you mind if I went downstairs, for just a minute….”<BR><BR>She didn’t wait for the reply but flew out of the door with such haste that hordes of Orcs might have been after her. Leaping down the stairs two at a time, her long loosed hair flying behind her, as of yet <i>still</i> untamed by Crystal Arwen.<BR><BR>And there he was, hovering on the threshold, looking for a glimpse of someone he knew.<BR>With no regard for playing it cool or any consideration of her duties or walking gracefully, she jumped the last three steps and ran across the room, like a little thunderbolt, throwing herself into Dirk’s arms.<BR><BR>“Oh my darling, I’ve missed you so much”, she murmured, although the words were mostly lost as she buried her face close against his chest and caught her arms tight about him.<BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Mon Nov 18, 2002 10:28 am

At Leoba's request and flight out the door, Vana knew just who she was in such a hurry to see. A smile came quickly to Vana's face. <BR><BR>She too would love to have run to see her brother but knew the time would come later for their happy reunion. She started to think back to the day he had left and how he had ridden back just to kiss her cheek and tell her that he wouldnt be away too long. That seemed like to many years ago now. How she had missed him.<BR><BR>Her thoughts turned now to the business of helping get all the bridesmaids and the wedding party ready for the grand event. CA worked hard at getting Lurea's wild tresses tamed and then would move on to the other gals. Vana loved to wear her long blonde hair down so there was nothing more to do with hers except to place the wreath of flowers in its place and secure it on. She would be the last one done for it took nothing special to do that.
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Postby Crystal_Arwen » Mon Nov 18, 2002 11:53 am

*As CArwen continued to twirl Ture's hair, she let her mind wander into a slight daydream. <BR><BR>Two hundred years ago, and CArwen was standing in front of a mirror, being laced into a wedding dress of her own. Rhudriel, her sister, pulled the ribbons and, with a sharp intake of breath, CArwen's waist was several inches smaller. <BR><BR>"Pherlondewen, you are so lucky to be marrying Celebrien, he is so honest and faithful. Although he has not been courting you long, he has been such a gentleman to the family."<BR><BR>Rhudriel flicked her long blonde hair out of her eyes, and tugged harder on the ribbons. She put her arms on CArwen's shoulders and whispered in her ears," You look beautiful. Just think how happy you will be in a few hours."<BR><BR>CArwen tried to keep her composure, but as Rhudriel started to braid her hair, she pulled her purple locks out of her sister's hands and sat down on the floor, her silken skirts fanning out on the ground. She put her head in her hands and started to moan...<BR><BR>"What is wrong with you, you stupid child? Wouldn't you rather have an honourable family than run off, and become, I don't know, a mercenary? Pherlondewen, look at me!"<BR>She grabbed CArwen's delicate hands and gripped her wrists tightly. <BR><BR>"What's the matter?"<BR>"I can't do this. She was right, I cannot keep on avoiding what was meant to be...."<BR>She took the blue crystal from out of her bodice and fingered it gently. Then it dawned on her what she must do.<BR><BR>"Rhudriel, take my place...."<BR>"Are you insane?"<BR><BR> CArwen started to undress and put on her black travelling outfit. In a flash she was ready, and she left her wedding gown in a crumpled mass on the floor. <BR><BR>"Pherlondewen, what's the matter with you? You cannot leave Celebrien at the altar!"<BR>"Watch me!" <BR>With that, CArwen untied Silma-àre from outside the house and sped off into the horizon. Rhudriel was left, crying, inside her bedroom. <BR><BR>*CArwen realised she had been daydreaming again and realised Vana was in the room.*<BR><BR>"Vana! I haven't seen you in ages! How have you been?"<BR><BR>"Very well, thankyou. You are doing a marvellous job on Ture's hair, I must say..."<BR><BR>"It's almost done, if only ElfAngel would come and help me with the bridesmaids..."<BR><BR>"I'll leave you to it."<BR>*CArwen started on the last section of Ture's hair and could not help being reminded of her own wedding, the one that was never to be...*
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Postby elengil » Mon Nov 18, 2002 12:03 pm

As the youthful warrior stood in the threshold of the door, Ëarelen caught her breath; the glass of wine she was about to drink stopped half way to her mouth.<BR><BR>She saw the mark of the Dale upon his cape and knew he was human, but he was dressed Elven fassion. She had always had a bit of a soft spot for the men of Dale, being so close to her woodland home of Eryn Lasgalen, and this man had captured her full attention as he entered.<BR><BR>She suddenly became quite aware that she was staring, and quickly turned her face down, but she was still drawn to the man as he entered the room, and she watched him intently out of the side of her eyes.<BR><BR>Suddenly, Leoba burst into the room and, like a little thunderbolt, threw herself into the man's arms.<BR><BR>Ëarelen suddenly went quite red, realising this was her adoptive mother's handsom young man. She turned her head away and gulped her wine in one go. She then excused herself from Vanan and Dima and went into a side room to compose herself, and berate herself for having been so foolish.
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Postby SilverScribe » Mon Nov 18, 2002 1:09 pm

<BR><i> Scribbles had just paused in the now crowded common room of the Inn, when the sound of running footsteps on the stair drew her attention. She saw the front doors open and the young Dunedan warrior that stood there, framed in the bright light. She hid a smile as the Lady Leoba fairly leapt off the last few steps and flew across the room, only to disappear in the tall young warrior’s embrace.<BR><BR>When the excitement passed and the usual hum of conversation resumed, she made her way to the bar and ordered her usual, three fingers of fine single malt straight up. As she took her first sip, her eyes met those of Matrim over the rim. He was standing a little ways down the bar, a cup of coffee in one hand and his beloved pipe in the other. She noted the sleek white satin shirt tucked into his usual choice of black trousers and highly polished boots, and wondered if it was a new shirt. Suddenly nervous in her own new finery, she hitched the silken cloak a little closer, nodded a silent greeting at Mat, then turned to watch as Leoba and her Knight made their way back into the room.</i><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby crystal_seed » Mon Nov 18, 2002 1:51 pm

<i>As Crys was finsihing up the last bit of adjustment on Ture's hemline and trying to keep from being underfoot as CArwen deftly worked on her tresses, she noticed Eari take her gown and find a private corner to dress herself. She wouldn't have given it another thought except for remembering how uncomfortable Eari had been through the whole fitting process.<BR><BR>Upon seeing her return to the group, Crys stood up and then noticing how awkward she moved in the dress Crys let out a warm chuckle. She approached Eari and said</i><BR><BR>'Goodness, no wonder you feel uncomfortable. You won't be needing these at all I think!'<BR><BR><i>With a quick action, Crys lifted the silk over skirt and began removing several wooden weights from the hem, the kind only seamstress's would know to use to keep the skirt of the dress as straight as possible before it was to be worn. After Eari's initial shock wore off, the same sense of unease reappeared on her face. Crys smiled kindly at her, took her gently by the elbow to a standing mirror in the corner of the room.</i><BR><BR>Take a look in there. What do you see?<BR><BR><i>Eari shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably after taking a hesitant look, but without answering. Crys continued.</i><BR><BR>I'll tell you what I see. I see a caterpillar that doesn't realized now that she has come out of her sleep, that she has changed into a beautiful butterfly. Still having the mind of a caterpillar, her beauty feels awkward and uncomfortable, but is apparent to all except perhaps herself. It would be my wish that she would find freedom in her new self in order to fly to the greatest heights.<BR><BR>And if it is such that you being used to carrying weapons feel at a loss without those, I tell you this. A woman that has a command of wisdom and beauty wields a far stronger weapon than any man can resist or defend himself against.<BR><BR><i>Crys smiled at her again and gave her a reassuring hug. Then she turned her attention back to the work at hand.</i>
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Postby Rholarowyn » Mon Nov 18, 2002 2:19 pm

<BR>Once Rho and Fala had reached the top of the stairs they entered the doorway and were surprised by the amount of visitors that were passing back and forth to Ture’s room. Wanting to find a place to freshen up, the two were quickly spotted by Leoba, who directed them to where Ture and the bridesmaids were still getting ready. <BR><BR>As they entered the room, Rho stayed back while Fala and Ture enjoyed their happy reunion. When they had finished, Ture made her way over to where Rho was standing and then greeted her. Rho noticed the reserved quality of the greeting, however she was more than surprised, when the elven woman bowed to her. <BR><BR>Embarrassed by being the recipient of such an action, Rho quickly reached out encouraged Ture to stand up. That’s when the notes from Nin’s flute entered the room, and Rho noticed the softened look on Ture’s face. As the song continued, she too felt her own heart soften. Nin’s flute had always affected her strongly. <BR><BR>The entire room stopped and listened, and Rho found herself lost in her thoughts for a brief moment. She was, and would always be fiercely loyal to Culanir not only as a fellow warrior, but also as a good friend. And though she hadn’t seen him in quite awhile, she would always be indebted to the early training he had given her. Had it not been for him, and the risks he had taken to train her, she shuddered to think of the life she’d be living now.<BR><BR>As her thoughts returned to the present moment, Rho looked at Ture and saw in her the beauty that had captured Culanir’s heart, but then felt the sharpness of pain in her own. Just as Nin’s song was ending, Rho slowly turned away and left the room not wanting this woman, the bride to be, to see her conflicting emotions. For she knew how this wedding would affect her first mentor.<BR><BR>Rho remained silent as she and Fala were led down the hall and shown to their room. Upon entering they both laid their packs down on their beds and then Rho sat down besides hers, while Fala went off to get cleaned up. Several minutes later, Rho was standing over the dress she had unpacked and was wondering what had ever possessed her to promise Eari that she would wear a dress today. Both women had an extreme dislike for dresses, that was one of their common bonds, but Eari was a bridesmaid and therefore it was expected. <BR><BR>Rho continued to stare down at this new adversary laying innocently upon the bed, as Fala reentered the room and walked over to her side.<BR><BR>“Is that what you're wearing? She asked, “It's beautiful and very unusual.”<BR><BR>Rho glanced over towards her friend and could tell that her statement had been a compliment. "Would you believe that I haven't worn a dress in 10 years." Rho said more to herself than to her friend.<BR><BR>When Fala didn't reply, Rho quickly inquired as to where she could clean herself up. Once Fala told her, Rho grabbed a smaller pack off the bed and quickly left the room.<BR><BR>
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Postby elfetawen » Mon Nov 18, 2002 3:12 pm

Lossë hissed in frustration and raked her hair back behind her ears yet again as she sat back on her heels. The same creature that had snuck in, dirtied her dress, and stollen the gift for Hobbi and Lurea had birthed a litter! A litter of those things inside her tower where they would grow up and create five times as much of a mess as their mother!<BR><BR>"This is just too much for today! Hwesta, would you just go in there and grab the gifts? We can deal with this mess when we get back but I am phenominally late already," Lossë muttered, and dropped her head in her hands to rub her fingers over her temples.<BR><BR>The tiny dragoness gave her a look of exasperation and opened her mouth to tell the elf exactly what she thought of that idea. Seeing her friend in such distress though she swallowed the words and slipped into the nest, displacing the tiny balls of fur to reach the gleam of metal that was the gifts for the two Bards that would be marrying each other this day.<BR><BR>It didn't take long for Lossë to find another box and rewrap the gifts and soon she had strapped herself into Hwesta's flight harness and the two of then were off, flying first east then north, on thier way to the Lucky Fortune Inn and the wedding of Hobbituk and Lurea.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Mon Nov 18, 2002 3:22 pm

SB had to take a step back so as not to fall over from the force of his love's embrace. He returned the passion of the long-missed touch with a strong squeeze of his arms. He drank her in with all of his senses: <BR><BR>The scent of her tumultuous locks, <BR>The texture of her sumptuous gown,<BR>The encompassing sight of her beauty,<BR>The comfort of her loving voice,<BR>The taste of her sensuous lips.<BR><BR>He had missed her more than he had even realized. Their embrace lasted a moment longer than normal as her was loathe to let her go. Finally he relented, releasing her from his arms.<BR><BR>"My love, we've a wedding to prepare for. No doubt the bride requires your attendance upstairs in some suite. Where I am sure chaos and high-pitched voices reign supreme. Go. My dance card is filled - with your name on each line. I shall not let further than arm's reach once the reception has begun. But now go adn see to the bride."<BR><BR>With a kiss, Leoba returned up the stairs. <i>No doubt to see what pre-wedding crisis looms,</i> Dirk thought with a smile.<BR><BR>Once again, he scanned the room for familiar faces. This time he recognized one he'd passed over before: Silverscribe.<BR><BR>He didn't recognize her before in her finery. And Dirk was fairly shocked to see her thus. Although she was quite beautiful, respendent in silk. It was just a surprise to see her arrayed for a ball, and not for a battle. He had to get a closer look, to confirm that his eyesight wasn't failing him. <BR><BR>Sure enough, as he approached the bar he saw that she drank Scotch Whiskey, this was definitely the familiar Peredhel. Also one of his favorites, he looked to the barkeep and ordered, "I'll take the same as she." pointing to Scribbles' glass.<BR><BR>"Hello Scribbles, you look.... very nice."
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Postby TinuvielUndomiel » Mon Nov 18, 2002 4:38 pm

(OOC: Nice to see you, Telta, Lindon, SB <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> N~N, I am so tempted to bring in Maelan to fawn all over you <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>. Ooooh, Leoba, this should be good....<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> Btw, Losse, Lyndelle is used only in non-RP--it's the collective name for Lurea and Tinu. Thanks<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>Rho, with a sudden look of confusion, ducked out of the room just before Nienor's song ended, reducing the chance of further conversation with the woman until much later. Lurea knew not what could have caused such an expression. For all she knew, it was simply another memory, so like those obviously recalled by the other ladies around her. However, once again her attention was taken from worrisome thoughts to the action that constantly swirled about her, as though they were the wind and she was in the middle of a weatherspell.</i><BR><BR>Oh Eari, you look absolutely lovely in the gown! <i>Ture exclaimed, knowing fully well that her friend needed such words to comfort her. After all, it was for Lurea that her dear friend who despised gowns was wearing one now. So honored by this sacrifice, Lurea silently promised to make this experience a good one for her friend, though she had to giggle when Crys took the weights off the bottom. Of all the gowns to forget! Crys finished the hem on Lurea's gown and the elf hugged her, whispering in her ear,</i> <BR><BR>Thank you for everything, dear weaver. Because of you and the others, I shall never forget this day for as long as I shall live.<BR><BR><i>Crys smiled and went about making her adjustments. Lurea grew tired of her hair being done and out of spite, she nearly moved her entire head forward, but restrained herself for she knew that the more she struggled, the longer it would take. A squeaky noise then came forth, periodically breaking through the melee. What was it? Lurea wondered, getting a trifle annoyed, though much less so than she would have been if not in such a charitable mood. Suddenly she saw its source--a pacing Maid of Honor impatient for her darling knight to appear.</i><BR><BR>Leoba, my friend, I realize that you are anxious, but might you not sit at the window rather than make such a racket?<BR><BR><i>However, her words went unheeded, for Eari yelled out that Dirk had arrived. Leoba asked a hasty pardon, which Lurea could not help but agree to, and raced down the stairs to meet her beloved. Happy that the squeaks were silenced at last, the elf with the intricately swirled tendrils relaxed once more in her chair. As she did so, she saw Vana's quick smile and the eagerly anticipating glimmer in her eyes. Ah, perhaps this giddiness was catching, Lurea thought. But no matter the cause of this happy turn, she was grateful that her friend was not concentrating on her own tragedy.<BR><BR>Suddenly the elf's drowsily drooping eyes widened in alarm. Had she finished her vows yet? Frantically she searched her memory, praying to Eru that she had not yet forgotten them.</i><BR><BR>********************************************************************<BR><BR>"I have been a bridesmaid eight times..." <BR><BR><i>Tinu squeezed the poor elf's hand at this. She could not imagine that. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride...it seemed as though the cliche had been made for Byronie. Poor, poor, Byronie, thought Tinu sadly. At first, she had wondered if Byronie were in love with the hobbit as well, but after the impassioned, yet soft, words, she understood that her love had died long ago. Curious, but knowing better than to disturb the peace of the other elf, she did not pry. Propriety and general kindness had taught her long ago that painful memories often resurface at further questioning--this she did not wish for her new-found friend. Her eyes misted up once more in sympathy pain for Byronie. If only she could release the two of them from the burden of unhappiness! <BR><BR>Suddenly, a thought came to her. Leaning toward Byronie, she whispered,</i><BR><BR>If we both burst into tears, think of how silly we would look. Wearing our fancy gowns and having drips of makeup smudging down our lovely cheeks!<BR><BR><i>At this, they both laughed, smiles finally reaching their eyes.</i><BR><BR>Tinu, all this heart ache at a wedding! One day it will be us and I am going to get us some drinks so that we can drink to that and help Lurea celebrate!<BR><BR><i>Said Byronie, her cheeks pink and slightly shining. Tinu nodded in agreement, overjoyed to see Byronie truly happy. Yes, they would drink to the future, and to Lurea.</i><BR><BR>Do you need help with the drinks? <i>Polite as ever, Tinu thought she should ask. However Byronie shook her head and happily went to the bar. Tinu felt content sitting in the chair, knowing that someone who understood and cared would return soon. It had been so long since she had had a confidante, and none had been of the ilk of Byronie. She had always been the tagalong, the one who was everyone's confidante. But here was an elf that she enjoyed listening to and helping, and one who would willingly listen with open ears to her tales!</i>
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Postby Guruthostirn » Mon Nov 18, 2002 5:21 pm

<i>Flowers. Lots of flowers. Lots of white flowers. Lots of white everything! His eyes were almost burning from the brightness. After much journeying in the wilds, such an assault on the vision of even an elf was daunting. It Was impressive though, turning the grounds of the Lucky Fortune Inn into a clearly festive location. Apparently the note he'd received had not explained everything, but it's urgency was no revealed.<BR><BR>Striding up towards the Inn, Anorast I Thrandir thought back over what had brought him here. Two seperate letters had reached him, one from an unidentified source, the other from a companion in the Bard's guild. Until now he hadn't thought they were connected, but seeing the state of affairs at the Lucky Fortune, they were making more sense.<BR><BR>The first note he'd received was the most puzzling, almost a plea for him to quickly to the Lucky Fortune Inn, and that one was in need of the company of Anorast. The second, from the Bards, was notification of the latest Bard's Festival, also taking place at the Lucky Fortune, though not nearly as urgent. Seeing the decorations, clearly indicitive of a major event, and one which was not a standard Bard's Festival, Anorast began to get an inkling that something quite significant was occuring.<BR><BR>As Anorast entered the festively decorated grounds of the Lucky Fortune, he was shocked and rather unnerved to see the teeming crowds spread around. Being a wanderer by choice and trade, Anorast became rather nervous when around large groups of people, and his first reaction was to leave. Yet the two notes drew him on, and he decided to get himself a drink at the Inn, for surely that was still serving strong beverages.<BR><BR>Shortly before Anorast reached the door, a commotion above on the roof caught his eye. A bedraggled small bird was perched there, clearly tired. His keen eyesight easily picked out the small package held in its beak. The pigeon had apparently spotted him, and was attempting to fly to him, yet it seemed to lack the strength. Anorast quickly moved over to below its perch, and it gratefully dropped the envelope into his waiting hand.<BR><BR>Opening the envelope, upon which was written in beautiful cursive </i>Anorast I Thrandir, Guruthostirn,<i> he pulled out an amazingly crafted letter. After a moments reading, he looked up and slowly looked around the Lucky Fortune grounds. The letter was the last piece which unlocked his puzzle. A wedding. It explained all: the decorations, the Bard's Festival, and by inference, the mysterious note asking him to come to the Inn.<BR><BR>After a moment, Anorast tucked away the letter in a pocket, looked up at the pigeon, and walked into the Inn. Musing about the pigeon, he was glad the other writers had sent their messages using falcons, who'd actually found him. Though now his mind was burning anew with curiousity over who had sent the mysterious note!
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Postby prmiller » Mon Nov 18, 2002 6:46 pm

<i>As Parm stepped into the Lucky Fortune Inn, he lowered his<BR>cowl and straightened his tousled grey-blond hair. In the same<BR>way that bass notes resonate in the chest, the atmosphere<BR>within seemed to strike a similar chord, "Hospitable", "Warm"<BR>"Inviting" it seemed to say. It was his first time into any sort of<BR>bar or inn after his colossal gaffe in the Blue Dragon Inn. The<BR>memory of that horrid mistake stung him deeply. Shaking off<BR>the sting of that memory, he refocussed his eyes to take in the<BR>guests who were about him. Leoba and a very handsome<BR>gentleman were fully enraptured with each other...he started to<BR>miss his own beloved suddenly...There was valiant Matrim, suave, debonair and with an insouciance that gave him an aura<BR>of jocularity. Their eyes did not meet, but he scanned further<BR>along an noticed Scibbles with a noble figure near her. Together the two of them seemed an imposing couple. He hoped to catch<BR>Scribble's eye, and bow a greeting to her. Like a delicious strain<BR>of music, the aroma of coffee wafted to him, and his nostrils<BR>twitched appreciatively. Parm moved cautiously to the gleaming<BR>counter.</i><BR><BR>A coffee, if you please.<BR><BR><i>The attendant smiled, not so much from bemusement, but<BR>from friendliness. To Parm's great delight, he produced a hefty<BR>mug of fresh coffee, set it on the counter and seemed to enjoy<BR>vicariously Parm's own small ecstasy drinking the coffee. Yes,<BR>it was one of several forgivable vices; that and chocolate, as<BR>N_N well knew!<BR>As he drank, Parm watched and listened with wide-eyed<BR>fascination to all around him. </i><BR><BR>
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Postby Aerin » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:06 pm

<i>Aerin sat down in front of a mirror and began brushing out her long raven hair. She started weaving her hair into tiny braids, and first one, then a couple more girls came over to help.<BR><BR>Soon she had four women clustered around her, braiding her hair and talking at the same time. The elf continued braiding as well until one woman, chuckling, lightly slapped her hand.</i><BR><BR>"Eight hands are plenty, my dear! There's no room for your two as well."<BR><BR><i>Aerin laughed, obediently keeping her hands to herself.</i>
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Postby Elana » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:14 pm

Elana was daydreaming, lulled by the roar of the waterfall and the babble of voices, when a though intruded. Would the other weavers remember to bring the veil? She had spun the fine threads and knitted the lace before she left to retrieve Deore from their camp in the woods, and in the busy days since had almost forgotten it. It had been left at the weaver’s guild to be brought along with all the other wedding finery, but perhaps in all the confusion it had been forgotten. Once the thought intruded, it wouldn’t let Elana rest. She squirmed in her chair, looking over her shoulder up at the window where the wedding party would be getting ready. Finally she rose, and murmuring to Deore that she would be back soon, she strode to the inn. She entered and was climbing the stairs when the sweet notes of a flute met her ears.<BR><BR>She was entranced, drawing closer to the door to be able to hear better. The notes soared in flights of extravagant melody, merry and sad all at once. As the last tones died away she peeped in the door, and saw Nienor-Niniel lowering a flute from her lips. Elana had seen the woman around the inn, but not yet spoken to her. The woman always carried an air of sadness, but now it was submerged in the pleasure and release of music making. Elana resolved to speak to her once her errand was done.<BR><BR>She approached Wiste, lovely like all the bridesmaids in her vibrant dress. “The veil I knit for Ture – did you remember to bring it from the guildhall?”<BR><BR>“Of course I did! I wouldn’t have forgotten something as important as that!” Wiste indicated a package among the bundles brought from the Weaver’s Guild.<BR><BR>Elana carefully unwrapped the package, and shook out the veil. It was round, more than six feet across, knit of cobweb-fine threads spun from the softest wool. Lace patterns decorated it, chosen to represent Turelie-Lurea’s affinity to air and weather. In the center, a huge sunburst sent out leaping tongues of fire. Ringing it were soft cloud shapes, interspersed with arching rainbows. Then a ring of delicately branching snowflakes, then tear-shaped raindrops. Finally lightning bolts formed a jagged edging. It was so light and delicate the slightest breeze would set it rippling. Traditionally, shawls such as this were so fine that the whole thing could be drawn through a woman’s wedding ring. Perhaps after the ceremony Ture would see if that was true of this one!<BR><BR>Elana folded the veil and sought out CArwen, who was just finishing Ture’s hair. “Here,” she offered it to her. “You will know best how to arrange this.” The hairstyle she had created was so lovely Elana almost hated to see it covered by the veil, although the open lace would let it show through.<BR><BR>Then, hugging the bride and offering her congratulations, Elana withdrew and sought out N-N, who was standing in a quiet corner of the room, watching the bustle of preparation with a small smile. Elana felt awkward, but decided to come straight to the point.<BR><BR>“I heard your music earlier – it was beautiful. I have never heard a flute more skillfully played. What I was wondering… well, I recently was given a flute. I’ve never played before, but I tried it out, and the people who heard me seem to think I have some talent. I would greatly like to learn to play, and I can tell you would be a wonderful teacher. So perhaps, after the wedding is over, we could make some arrangement for lessons? I would be happy to pay whatever you would choose to charge.”<BR><BR>Elana hoped the woman would be agreeable to her request. She felt drawn to this woman. Her eyes were haunted with shadows of the past, but here and now she was happy, a part of the warm group of friends Elana was beginning to get to know. Elana wondered if she, with her own haunting shadows, could find and be a friend.<BR><BR>
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Postby Mellaurelom » Mon Nov 18, 2002 8:46 pm

Mellaurelom skipped down the stairs from her room in the Lucky Fortune to the merry tunes of some of the other Bards here for the wedding. Since she had stayed over the previous night, she knew she wouldn't be late. She smoothed the front of her velvet bodice, smiling a little at her choice of outfit for he day. Snug grey suede pants, knee high black boots with the slightest heel, a shirt of snow white silk so fine it was practically transparent, and the deep green velvet bodice. Her hair held back by a simple french braid, tied at the end with a matching green velvet thong. She knew she wouldn't be a match for all the other ladies at the wedding today, but she also knew that in the dancing that would follow, she might need the freedom of movement the trousers allowed, especially if that scamp Erinhue and his mischevious Dragonharp had anything to say about it!<BR><BR>Reaching the ground floor, she waved to the folk she recognized, smiling at C-S, Scribbles, and the others. She noticed the half-orc she remembered from Lurea's bachelorette party, and smiled at her as well, the dress she wore was the most beautiful color of orange and set off the unusual shade of her skin nicely. With a parting wave to Aerin, still bustling about, she slipped back behind the bar.<BR><BR>Once there she saw, in the plain grey dress, the wonderful artist she had seen at the birthday party. Also, looking just as nervous as she had expected, was Hobbi. She smiled, then, in a mischevious mood, she put on her best "seductress" attitude and sauntered over to plop herself down in front of the hobbit. "Hobbi, my dear," she purred, "you are looking far to nervous, has Erinhue forgotten to feed you again?" She slithered around behind him and began to gently massage his shoulders and back. Then she giggled, and realized she would never be able to continue with that for long. "Oh, Hobbi! You are the luckiest man alive today! I wish you all the joy in this world!" She continued to massage his shoulders and back, and smiled as Erinhue returned with a platter loaded with sweet rolls, crisp apples, and golden cheese. With a bright smile she greeted her Guildmaster, "Hue! It's about time you got back! Poor Hobbi here was about to faint from hunger." She gave Hobbi one last hug, then swung around to sit next to him, chair backward, arms crossed along the back. then, as Erinhue set the platter down and Hobbituk began to eat, she picked up the discarded playing cards and winked at Hue, "So, you know how to play poker?"
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Postby SilverScribe » Mon Nov 18, 2002 9:23 pm

<BR><i> Scribbles smiled as Dirk shooed Leoba upstairs, then made his way over to where she stood, propping up the bar. She felt the colour climbing into her face as he surveyed her choice of clothing. <BR><BR>"Hello Scribbles, you look.... very nice." <BR> <BR>She heard the hesitation in his voice and from down the bar, heard Matrim stifle a chuckle. Lifting her chin, she decided to brave it out. She put her glass down and purposely pushing the heavy silk cloak aside, had to supress her own urge to laugh at the look on Dirks face as he took in the daring cut and cling of the heavy silk crepe blouse, and the hugging fit of the fine, soft suede trousers. She did not dare to look and see if Matrim was watching or not.</i><BR><BR>“Why thank you Master Dirk, I do rather favour the midnight blue myself. You don’t think the suede boots too gauche?”<BR><BR><i> She let the soft cloak fall back into place and reached for her glass. </i><BR><BR>“Uh, yes, I mean, er no, the boots are fine, just fine,” <i> Dirk said quietly, then reached for his own drink as it was set before him.</i> “I’m just surprised I guess, seeing you unarmed for a change.”<BR><BR><i> Scribbles laughed softly.</i> “Oh, I am not unarmed Master Dirk, not by a very long shot, trust me,” <i> she replied with a wink. <BR><BR>She took another sip of her drink as she spotted Parm. This time, she nodded and smiled in his direction, hoping that she would get a chance to speak to the sweet, gentle Bard after he had officiated the ceremony. She was fairly sure that the Servant of Eru had brought his wonderful family with him, and looked forward to greeting them once more. <BR><BR>She waved a return greeting to Mellaurelom, then grinned as her sharp hearing caught her exchange with Master Erinhue. She shook her head ruefully, the Master Bard was a card sharp of no small repute. This could be interesting.</i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Hidden_Ring » Mon Nov 18, 2002 9:30 pm

<i>Orion slowly awakes in the niche just to the side of the wine cellar, the only remaining place he could find, what with Aerin claiming the second floor for female guests. Crawling from his hammock he yawns and walks up stairs to the main taproom, looking rather bleary-eyed and faintly pink-skinned from a couple weeks of hard scrubbing to get his Samhain skeleton make-up off</i><BR><BR>Would carafe of orange juice and a couple of blueberry muffins be possible to find, or has the usual baking staff taken leave for the joyous occasion?<BR><BR><i>Wandering back to the kitchen, Orion quickly retrieves his minor breakfast and retreats to the basement niche again. He finishes the juice and muffins before starting to put on his wedding garb. Begining with a simple peasant style shirt, he pulls it on and then pulls out a garment woven in the newly made tartan of Imladris. The weave is a dark blue and silver color, like that of the stone of Vilya and mithril, with the smaller stripes being a Gondor-dark sable and Haradrim gold. Orion wraps the kilt around his waist before securing it with a belt and pinning a small silver pin, shaped like the spear Aiglos crowned by a cluster of 7 starsm, but wrought faintly as if dimmed or hidden. The spear crosses a likeness of Earendil's star, which shows brightly. A dirk hangs from the left side of his belt as he pulls on the black wollen coat and buttons it from the bottom hem up to around the neckline, whereupon he fixes a jabot and wishes vainly for a mirror before he adjusts his hair and retrieves his wolf-whistle, Lindraugedhel, from the meager belongings he has, then starts up the stairs and outside to the ceremony</i>
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Postby Aerin » Mon Nov 18, 2002 9:49 pm

(OOC - LOL Very nice, Orion! The ceremony hasn't even begun, though, you've got plenty of time to wander around.<BR><BR>I'm beat tonight, heading off to bed. Night all, and I'll try to post again in the morning!)
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Postby Teltasarewen » Mon Nov 18, 2002 10:33 pm

<i>Telta pulled a long velvety tunic that was same deep blue colour as the sky on a cloudless day over the white cotton blouse she already had on. The tunic had not lost any of it’s softness nor had the colour faded which surprised her after the length of time it had been packed away. <BR>The opening down the front of the tunic which reached her tiny waist was held together by three silver chains equally placed apart. It was trimmed with silver embroidery that created a border of small intertwining vines running along the bottom and up the sides where it was slit to the waist. A pair of black pants peeked out from under the long tunic which came just to the top of her black, knee high leather boots which she had dusted off to make them more presentable. A silver chain which served as a belt and her Bard Exemplar pin finished off her ensemble. It was not a dress nor was it new but it was all she had she hoped it was alright.</i><BR><BR><i>Her shoulder length hair was neatly combed and pulled back from each side of her face where braids hung tightly woven with blue streamers from the rings Beliran had given her from the festival. The smallest of these rings she place on a blue streamer and tied it around her neck gently tucking it under her blouse close to her heart. Her hopes were that the handsome knight would not mind her wearing it. And now she was ready.</i><BR><BR><i>Brushing away at the few wrinkles that she found on the fabric hoping that she was presentable for this special occasion, she walked to the door. A deep breath and she was out the door heading for the stairs.</i><BR><BR><i>Upon reaching the busy common room Telta saw many familiar faces but no sign of Beliran as of yet. She sat down in a vacant chair, one of the few, and waited...</i>
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Postby PatriotBlade » Mon Nov 18, 2002 10:57 pm

<i>Heather set her still half full glass down on the bar and looked around. She spotted Silverscribe, but before she could move to join her, A tall, handsome human sat down beside her. They were obviously old friends, and the hal-elf thought it best to not intrude.<BR>She eyed the half-full glass of wine and considered tipping it all back in one big gulp, but resolved not to. Instead, she took another ladylike sip and slumpped forward slightly, cupping the glass in both slender hands and wishing for someone that she knew to talk with.</i>
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Postby Marius_Brendar » Mon Nov 18, 2002 11:12 pm

<i>Marius, shaved and bathed for the ceremony, sat at the bar, admiring the handsome men and ladies who passed, enjoying his coffee. Obviously another enjoyed his fragrant beverage just as much, Parm was the name spoken by the clergyman's friends. Marius, always eager to speak with the clergy, stood and drew closer to the ruddy-faced, friendly man.</i><BR><BR>Good sir, do you mind if I sit beside you? I am Marius di Brendar, heir to the throne of Rohan, son of Eomer the Strong. But that is merely a slew of titles, and not who I truly am. Marius the Lover of Beauty and Poet of Pictures, at your service good man.<BR><BR><i>Parm was busy sipping his addictive beverage and enjoying its rich flavour upon his tongue, so he did not respond immediately. Alas, at the moment he would have spoken, the ethereal beauty Byronie appeared from above, her cheeks shimmering with shed tears, though her eyes now smiled at the guests and shocked, fixed upon his face when she saw him.</i><BR><BR>Pardon me sir. I shall return in but a moment to continue our conversation. First, I must see that the lovely Byronie receives what she has come in search of, whatever it is that has allowed us this brief preview of the afterlife.<BR><BR><i>Winking at the pastor, Marius stood before the elf and bowed.</i><BR><BR>How may I help thee, fair one?<BR><BR><i>As he stood from his bow, with one swift sweep, he collected one of the lady's hands and placed a soft kiss upon its supple back, his aquamarine eyes flitting up to see her reaction.</i>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Tue Nov 19, 2002 12:24 am

(OOC: LOL, Aerin, you sure do like the pampering service <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>Lurea continued to silently recite her vows that she had written with such care. Did she truly mean each and every word? With these words would Hobbi understand how much she truly loved him? Would others better translate her wild and unruly mind, filled with emotions too strong for words? She sighed. Knowing fully well that this was how she felt and that no other words would do, she accepted them and memorized each word, savoring each upon her tongue as though it were a sweet. She hoped they would glide off her tongue as smoothly as they did now for the ceremony, also praying that she did not look into his eyes and lose her place before the crowd. Ah, the butterflies, how they tickled.<BR><BR>But then, Ture saw the veil once again, though now in final form. Tears sprang to her eyes as her breath caught in her throat. It was truly a magnificient piece, filled with the medium she loved best--the weather. As Elana handed it to CArwen to attach, Ture begged to hold it but a moment. Her wish granted, her slender fingers ran down the spider-webbed fibers, amazed at the strength of such fine weaving. She knew that it would flutter and ripple as soft cirrus striatus in the gentle drafts of the wind, elegant and strong, and she pictured herself walking down the earthen aisle with it atop her head.<BR><BR>Elana congratulated her, but Ture would not allow her to leave so quickly after their hug. There were many thanks to be said to the excellent weaver.</i><BR><BR>Thank you, Elana. I do not think that I can thank you enough for this. For this piece completes the ensemble as nothing else can and means so much to me. I can see that the fibers are strong and meant to last...this veil shall be worn by my children, my children's children, and so forth. Thank you once more, dear friend.<BR><BR><i>Lurea hugged her friend once more and then allowed her to speak with Nienor, who was enjoying the fruits of her musical labour.</i>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 12:40 am

Growing tired of the constant chatter and the continual bustle from the room full of ladies, Vana slipped out of the room and down the back stairs to the kitchen exit.<BR><BR>Quietly slipping outside and sneaking around to the stable, she went to get some fresh air. Walking on a path that lead from the stables to an area farther in the woods, she calmly took in the autumn sights of the leaves and the slight breeze that smelled so of the fall season. She stayed where she could hear the noise of the wedding guests so as not to miss anything that was going on but to find some peaceful place where she could find solitude mid the happenings.<BR><BR>As Vana walked her gown of hunter green velvet with a slight train that followed her and the meadow flowers wreathed upon her head made her look as if she were a part of the autumn scene. The elven maidens golden hair hanging loose to her waist in waves that glinted in the sun as it poked its head through the tree canopy. <BR><BR>Vana smiled to be in the forest and watching all the things that so many missed by being so busy or in such a hurry. These were her woods and she loved to walk here. She loved to feel the bark of the trees and smell the musty leaves as they decayed where they lay beneath the trees. The cool crisp air of fall was everywhere and brought the senses to life. She picked some late blooming flowers and smelled them deeply as she looked up into the tree tops and enjoyed the suns rays peeking through. Birds were chirping out their fall songs and squirrels were busy gathering their winter stores of nuts.<BR><BR>Vana started thinking back to when she first arrived at the Inn so long ago and how she needed the work and being so alone. Now how things had changed. She has so many friends to share so much with yet she still had a void in her life. She remembered back to the suitors who had come and gone and the one she let get away. Oh to change things now, but she could not, so she knew she must wait till someday that someone special would come into her life.<BR><BR>Two of her dearest friends was getting married shortly and so she was excited for them and wouldnt do anything to dampen the spirit of the day. So she was sure not to wander too far.
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Postby Lindonbayne » Tue Nov 19, 2002 3:39 am

<i>Lindon was beginning to loose patience. This was not like her at all, but was probably due to her nervousness. Would Hobbi and Turelie like her gift? If it didnt arrive for her to complete, though, she would never know.<BR><BR>At last a horse drawn cart appeared in the distance, well out of sight of the other races present. Its driver pulled up outside the inn after some minutes.<BR>Lindonbayne greeted the driver, told him to wait, and ventured inside the inn. Trying to keep out of the way, she slipped inside, looking around to see who was already there.<BR><BR>She called into the growing crowd,<BR></i><BR>Can I possibly have some assistance?
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Postby Alandriel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 3:48 am

Alandriel had just pushed her way through to the bar and was ready to get her drink when a lady entered and shouted: <BR><BR><i>Can I possibly have some assistance? </i><BR><BR>Oh well, why not, the drink can wait and if I can be of help then why not. So she approched the stranger and smiled up at her:<BR><BR><i>And how can I be of assistance?</i>
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Postby Hobbituk » Tue Nov 19, 2002 5:06 am

<BR><BR><i>As more and more people began to fuss around him, the butterflies in Hobbi's stomach began to become more and more ferocious. Food, that was what he needed right now. Get some nourishment and he would feel better. When erinhue returned from the kitchens, Hobbi barely took one look at what his best man had brought before getting stuck in, eating as if he were awaiting execution. As that thought passed swiftly through his head he thought how such a notion would earn at least a snigger from Matrim. <BR>He did not feel like he was about to have his head severed from it's home atop his neck though. What he actually felt was that today just maybe all his dreams might finally come true. That, despite everything that had stood in his way, from the treachery of his father to the massive form of that Maiar throwing him to the ground. Why did that already seem so long ago?<BR>Hue was dealing again, Hobbi admired the way his partner never let anything bother him. He never seemed to get worried or upset or fretful. Ever calm and collected with a disarming grin on his cheerful and yet determined face. Why couldn't he be more like that?,</i><BR>"So, Hue, you do realise that if I do a runner now, you have to marry Lurea?"
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