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 Teltasarewen » Tue Nov 19, 2002 9:30 pm

<i>Picking up the small wrapped gift from the stand by her bed Telta made one last adjustment to the white ribbon holding the blue velvet material tightly around it. The gift inside was a star shaped clasp made of silver for her hair. Four elongated points plus four shorter ones encircled the gem in the middle the colour of a stormy sea, creating the star shape. It wasn’t much and she didn't have anything to give to both of them but she wanted to give Turelie something. <BR><BR>Walking to the room set aside for the bride she found the door open this time and she could hear the happy voices within. Straightening her tunic and running a nervous hand over her hair she entered the room quietly and was awestruck by the sight of Turelie in her wedding finery and her gift seemed very small indeed.</i><BR>
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Postby Rholarowyn » Tue Nov 19, 2002 11:28 pm

<BR>When Rho had finished cleaning up she reentered the room and saw that Fala had already changed. The young woman looked at her friends dress, which she thought was beautiful, and then looked back at her own dress still lying on the bed. Sensing some of her distress, Fala quickly offered to braid some of her long light brown hair into some elven braids, to which Rho quickly agreed. She would have done almost anything right then, just to avoid the inevitable moment when she would actually have to put the dress on. <BR><BR>As Rho sat down, her elven friend handed her a small cup which contained some Mead. Raising her cup into the air, Fala then said “Let’s have a toast. To friendship!” <BR><BR>Rho smiled as she touched her cup to Fala’s and then thought how it was impossible to remain depressed, or self-absorbed in the presence of her new friend for very long. She had an enthusiasm for life that came through every time they were together and Rho realized that she could learn a thing or two from this elve. <BR><BR>Taking a small sip from the cup, Rho could feel the warmth of the liquid flowing down the back of her throat. “I best be careful with this,” she said smiling back. <BR><BR>By the time the elve had finished her hair, Rho was feeling a lot calmer. Not only had the small amount of Mead taken the edge off, but Fala had convinced her that the dress laying on the bed was really not an agent of the Dark Lord. <BR><BR>When the big moment came, and Rho was finally wearing her dress, she had to admit that it wasn’t as bad as she had remembered it to be. However, it did feel awkward. The long dark blue gown, with long sleeves had a slight shimmer to it, and an embroidered silver trim adorned the bodice and the end of the long sleeves. There were also matching studs on the wide cuffs and the neck had a slight scoop to it. <BR><BR>Having overcome this first hurdle, Rho then reached for a blue velvet pouch, pulled out a small delicate silver necklace, and smiled. It had been a gift to her from her cousin, Boromir, many years ago, and had actually been a joke between the two. For he had known how much she disliked to wear anything remotely feminine. But as she held it in the palm of her hand now, she treasured it greatly. Fastening it around her neck, she then looked at her friend, sighed, and followed her out the door. <BR><BR>Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, Rho decided to leave the second floor of the Inn by the same back stairs that she and her elven friend had come up. As she and Fala began to exit out the back door, Rho looked around and noticed that there was a man walking towards another man in the yard below, but these were the only people in sight. Slowly the two began to walk down the stairs, and Fala gave Rho a quick reminder in how to maneuver stairs while wearing a dress. When they reached the bottom, Rho thanked her friend and then glanced over towards the two men. She was relived to see that they hadn’t been watching. <BR><BR>Suddenly Rho realized that there was something familiar about the man dressed in black, and hoped in her heart that her eyes were deceiving her. <i>It wasn’t him, surely it wasn’t him, not here, not now. </i> She continued to watch as the red haired man steadied himself against a tree, and then sank himself down onto a nearby tree stump. <BR><BR>Turning back toward Fala with concern in her eyes, she said, “I need to go.” And left her friend standing there with no further explanation. Quickly, yet cautiously, Rho made her way over to where her first mentor was sitting. His back was towards her as she approached and upon reaching him, found herself lost for words. <BR><BR>“Culanir?” She finally asked in a whisper. <BR><BR>When he didn’t respond Rho slowly walked in front of him and knelt down in the dirt. Looking up at his face nearly broke her heart and the lost look in his eyes frightened her. <BR><BR>Losing the battle to keep her emotions in check, she placed her hand upon his knee and tried to reach him again. “Culanir, it’s Rho...Oh my friend, why have you come?”<BR><BR>
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Postby elengil » Wed Nov 20, 2002 12:22 am

Not wanting to be late, and suddenly remembering her gift, Ëarelen slid off Seth and ran back to the Inn, noting how beautiful Rho looked but not disturbing her as she seemed to be involved in a rather intense looking conversation with a strange man who had arrived a bit earlier. <BR><BR>She ran up the back stairs, and peered into the room where Lurea was waiting for the start of the ceremony. <BR><BR><BR>"Lurea, dear cousin," she addressed her as she does to every elf. "I almost forgot your gift."<BR><BR>She produced a wooden box, richly carved, inlaid with mother of pearl and edged with precious stones. The top was hinged in such a way as to make the hinges invisible when closed. It measured about a hand's span on all sides and felt unusually heavy for it's size.<BR><BR>"Carved and set by the most skilled craftsmen in the Grey Havens, but it's inner workings were created by Mithrandir."<BR><BR>Ëarelen opened the lid, and out from the box a stream of music began to flow. Flute, pipes, dulcimer, light drums, and all manner of instrument sounds flowed together in a never-ending song, at times it was quick and joyful, at others slow and sweet, but always beautiful and calming to the heart.<BR><BR><i>"Vi sa samaj'al johia neldi"</i> Ëarelen whispered. "May blessings eternal be yours."
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Postby Briltaig » Wed Nov 20, 2002 1:01 am

<i>To Briltaig's horror, the Gondorian suddenly grew weak, sinking to the base of what once must have been a glorious tree, but was only a stump now. The man's face was deathly pale in contrast to his clothing, worrisome indeed! Briltaig knew not whether to run for help or to begin the rites of death, so he merely sat beside the knight, monitoring his condition. What was wrong with him? What could cause such a violent reaction... ah, yes... suddenly he recalled his last words. Perhaps the elf had been a lover of his once and he, played by the cruel seductress, still clung to his memory of her. <BR><BR>However, he would never know the ailment if the knight died here. A lady, fair, though not the elf he had sought, came to the knight's side, apparently a friend of his. So, Brilt, seeing that the Gondorian was safe for the moment, dusting his garments for traces of leaves and brown grass, made his way into the Inn, in search of a beverage and sustenance for the sick man.</i>
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Postby PatriotBlade » Wed Nov 20, 2002 1:11 am

<i>The sudden voice directed at her, startled Heather from her revere'. She looked up into the dancing eyes of Parn. She smiled at his greeting and welcomed his company.</i> "Please do. I was begining to feel rather lost." <i>She smiled shepishly, thinking how her more laidback country ways were marking her as a farmer in a fancy dress; quite silly and out of place.</i>
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Wed Nov 20, 2002 2:14 am

(OOC: <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0>I'm so sorry, Eyriel. I must have missed that...please give me a second chance. Don't make the bride chase all the way down after you <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>In a great flurry of excitement, Melika arrived, her face red as though she expected a good boxing of the ears for her tardiness. The ladies indeed giggled and one spoke of hens, pointing her out to a lady who had not been to the hen party. But, all were needed today, and none of the bridesmaids could be thrown out at this point. So, Lurea waved her in, saw Vana immediately go to her aid, and then returned to her musing at the window, not seeing the pale knight just below her, shielded by the variegated leaves that still clung stubbornly to the branches.<BR><BR>Suddenly, in a moment of quiet, Lurea recalled Eyriel's hug and question about the bouquets. How could she have been so rude to such a dear friend?! Disgusted with her forgetfulness, she asked if anyone had seen Eyriel lately. Vana, in the midst of brushing PM's hair, replied that she had made her way downstairs, probably to check on the arrangements below. Sighing, Lurea asked Vana if she would bring Eyriel back upstairs for a moment, as she wished to speak with her and was not able to walk down the stairs, lest she run into her groom. Nodding, ever-compliant and ever-pleasing, Vana flew down the stairs, her blonde hair flowing behind her.<BR><BR>Poor Telta was nearly bumped into by Vana, though it would never have happened with the unerring grace of her old friend, as she came into the room with her gift for the bride. The elf hesitated but a moment, and Ture gestured her forward.</i><BR><BR>Please do come in Telta. I have been wanting to speak with you, as I have been watching you carefully with the Swan-Knight. <i>At this, Telta blushed a deep crimson. Lurea laughed, hugging her friend.</i> <BR><BR>I believe that you two are a lovely couple. Did he receive his invitation to the wedding? Has he accepted it? It would please me immensely to see the two of you sitting in a row together. Perhaps someday it shall be the two of you in mine and Hobbi's positions? <BR><BR><i>Lurea winked mischievously, knowing fully well what trouble she was stirring. But someone had to speak of the obvious at one point or another. Besides, with it being her day, she could say what she liked! Once Telta's blush had cooled a bit, though it still accentuated her cheekbones, she handed Ture the blue velvet package. Still smiling, Lurea opened it and gasped at the amazing stone within the liquid silver star. It would be said by those who saw Lurea in the future with the hairpiece that the stone matched the ever-changing stormy eyes of the WeatherChanger; the only artifact in MiddleEarth that could replicate such a variable characteristic. Hugging Telta once more, she whispered,</i><BR><BR>Thank you, my dear. And may some of my luck rub off upon you, that you may one day be with your beloved for all eternity.<BR><BR><i>Giving Telta's arm a reassuring squeeze, as though she and not the bride needed reassurance, Lurea's attention was drawn to the door once more as Earelen breezed in. <BR><BR>She giggled at her friend calling her "cousin", but understood that it was her way with their kind, and attempted to make herself solemn for the presentation of the gift whose inner workings were created by the Grey Pilgrim himself.<BR><BR>When Earelen lifted the lid with the invisible hinges, lovely streams of musics tumbled forth. As it did so, some of the ladies gathered around Lurea and pulled her into the ring, all dancing to the music until even the bride was breathless. Amidst the tune, Earelen whispered the traditional words of good luck for the Telerin elves, knowing fully well that they were appropriate now. Lurea hugged her, happy that someone had remembered the old words.</i><BR><BR>Thank you ever so much, Earelen! I shall cherish it forever.
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Postby ElfAngel » Wed Nov 20, 2002 2:24 am

EA rushed towards Vana and PM, hauling armfuls of curlers, straighteners, brushes, pins, ties - the works - with her.<BR>"Here, Vana, let me help you!"<BR>Busily, she started to whip out pins to keep PM's hair back and within a few minutes just the final touches had to be added. In a low voice she whispered<BR>"Thank you for having such a simple hairstyle!"<BR>EA had only been at the inn for a little while and she was already exhausted. However, she was so busy that she didn't have time to notice her own troubles, stresses or nerves - one definately good point. She didn't want to trouble Lurea in anyway on her special day. She wandered around the room, adjusting pins, clips and styles ever so slightly to make them more durable, before joining CA to help with Leoba's hair.<BR>"You know, I think we've almost finished them!"<BR>"Don't speak too soon" replied CA.
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Postby Culanir » Wed Nov 20, 2002 2:26 am

[OOC: Rho, that was a fabulous post.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> If you need me to edit anything in mine - I’m only getting to my email sporadically, but I’m checking the word aside for this thread as and when I’m online.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>]<BR><BR><BR>Culanir was left alone with his tortured thoughts, when Briltaig went to find something restorative for him. The kindness was unlooked for but welcomed. He felt as though he’d been hit squarely in the chest with the sort of heavy blow that would have knocked him off balance in battle at the very least, although the pre-existing damage lodged deeper. <BR><BR>Guests were beginning to emerge from the inn and to take their seats; a riot of colour and glowing happiness. Whilst Culanir sat with doom imprinted on his face as though there was no beauty, no hope, no future before him. His head sunk into his hands. He became a small hunched figure, shrunken somehow from the brazen stature he had assumed on arrival. Nothing in this world could touch Culanir when it came to courage. Nothing that is save Lurea and the crushing chain of desire with which she had tripped him up time and time again.<BR><BR>“I should never have come”, he muttered to himself. “Twas a fool’s errand when I knew that there was never any hope to begin with.”<BR><BR>“Culanir?”, the whisper came from behind his bent head.<BR><BR>The voice came again, this time from in front of him and a delicate female hand stretched out to touch him.<BR><BR>“Culanir, it’s Rho… oh my friend, why have you come?”<BR><BR>He looked up, his clear green eyes dimmed where they should have shown surprise and joy. And he gazed upon the woman who knelt in the dust before him, taking no heed for herself or for her beautiful gown.<BR><BR>“Rholarowyn?” he called her by her full name in his astonishment. <BR><BR>She nodded.<BR><BR>She was not as he remembered. The slip of a lass, barely entering the blush of womanhood, desiring nothing more than to hide beneath the guise of a warrior had emerged from her chrysalis, her hair loose, her soft curves set off by the grace of her gown. <BR><BR>“Here let me help you up”. Culanir took the hand that rested on his knee and pulled her gently to her feet, looking down at the careless mess she had already made of the beautiful gown, not that he supposed she would mind if he knew her as well as of old.<BR><BR>“What are you doing you here?”, he asked her, ignoring the question she had posed him. “I never thought we’d meet again.” And though his tone was threaded with sadness, he felt a flicker of remembrance of good times past illuminate a corner of his spirit. This was a call from the old days, from before things had turned so tremendously beautiful and yet so terrifyingly wrong.<BR><BR>
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Postby Maelgwn » Wed Nov 20, 2002 2:57 am

The ranger brushed up quite well as and when the occasion demanded it and this was most certainly a demanding occasion. Maelgwn had left behind the earthy attire, stained with the memories of his sojourns in the wild. Instead he was clad in a lightweight dove-grey wool, trimmed about the collar with a simply embroidered panel of faintly lighter fabric. He didn’t present himself overly richly and even thus retained the ability to blend effortlessly into the background and remain an observer rather than observed. But his eyes could never be subdued; golden-brown and soft and gentle even after a decade on the roads, they left him an air of youthful joie de vivre that was perhaps surprising in one who made a business out of danger. <BR><BR>Taking a good look around the crowded taproom, in which was gathered every male in the hostelry it seemed, Maelgwn surmised that there would be time for a swift drink before the day truly began. <BR><BR>He cast his eyes along the polished mahogany bar and spied a gap. He squeezed in next to an attractive lady wearing a dark green dress which set off her flaming red-hair most strikingly. She was deep in conversation with an Elf maiden and he was loath to interupt.<BR><BR>“Excuse me ladies. If you’ll allow me I’d be pleased to buy you a drink before events move us towards the ceremony.”<BR><BR>
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Postby Lindonbayne » Wed Nov 20, 2002 3:58 am

Thank you kindly, but I had better not, <i>Lin replied, remembering what had happened the last time she had drunk ale in the Lucky Fortune with embarrasment.</i> I had better get to work, the ceremony shall not be long, I fear, though when I am finished and dressed it would be most welcome.<i><BR><BR>She returned to her half finished ice sculpture, took her tiny hammer and chisel from her pack and set to work. It would not take long to tidy up, it had only melted a little, she only wished it was of a more permanant nature.<BR>A few strands of her red hair tumbled over her mossy eye as she chipped away, carefully.
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Postby Teltasarewen » Wed Nov 20, 2002 5:32 am

<i>The nervous elf and Vana nearly collided as Vana made a hasty exit and Telta guessed it was on some errand for the lovely bride.<BR><BR>“Please do come in Telta. I have been wanting to speak with you, as I have been watching you carefully with the Swan-Knight. <BR><BR>Telta’s warm red face was the result of Turelie‘s obsevation.. She had not realized that her friend had noticed the two of them together. <BR><BR>“I believe that you two are a lovely couple. Did he receive his invitation to the wedding? Has he accepted it? It would please me immensely to see the two of you sitting in a row together.” <BR><BR>Turelies flurry of questions left her a little dazed. And the last one left her speechless. “Perhaps someday it shall be the two of you in mine and Hobbi's positions?” <BR><BR>Finding her voice a little shakey as she replied to the questions she responded with a ‘yes thank you’ to all the questions the colour returned full force to her face as she realized that she had answered the last one also. To try and direct her friends attention away from the subject she gave her the gift she had brought. Her worries that the gift was not much were soon gone when Turelie‘s grateful hug reassured her that it was indeed alright.<BR><BR>“Thank you, my dear. And may some of my luck rub off upon you, that you may one day be with your beloved for all eternity.” she whispered to Telta and the elf whispered back “May you and Hobbituk enjoy the happiest of lives together.”</i><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby erinhue » Wed Nov 20, 2002 6:07 am

When he left Telta, Erinhue went outside and straight to the stables. The company of Swan Knights had made camp in the open field just beyond. The encampment was abuzz with excitement. The Knights would stand as Honor Guard for the ceremony but they were free to enjoy the reception and all the two following days.<BR><BR>Every man in the troop blessed the Lady Teltasarwen for their Captain's softening of his usual disciplins and granting them this generous and unprecidented liberty while camping on the road.<BR><BR>Erinhue endured a shower of teasing coment as he passed through the camp 3/4 dressed for his role as Best Man in the wedding. He tossed back plesant insults as he made his way to the Captain's quarters. Tardis and Lorn were leaving as the bard entered the large tent.<BR><BR>"Don't you say or do anything to upset him, 'Hue" Tardis admonished the bard. "He's given the whole troop freedom for two days beyond the wedding."<BR><BR>"The Captain is in a good mood and the troop is well glad of it. We'll tie you backwards to a horse if you make him take it back, Erinhue, lucky charm or no." The threat of Lorn's words was betrayed by the joking tone of his voice."<BR><BR>"If Belrian is in a good mood" Erinhue laughed back in response, "then all must really be all right with the whole world."<BR><BR>They clasped hands in the cadre's secret handshake then Tardis and Lorn went out while Erinhue went in.<BR><BR>"And what in the name of Eru are you doing here when ya got that nice girl waiting for ya up at the Inn. I told her to go on and enjoy herself."<BR><BR>"You did what?" Beliran looked up at his brother.<BR><BR>"I told her you were an idiot and that she shouldn't keep sitting around waiting on you." Erinhue spoke in a mock scolding tone but instead of rising to the teasing bait, Beliran sighed and looked miserable.<BR><BR>You should have riden back with us, 'Hue." Beliran said sadly. "I thought it was a lovely time. I thought she enjoyed being around me, but the second we got close to the Inn, she bolted and took off ahead as if she were escaping from the Black Tower. I sent Tardis after her, to see if she was all right. I told Tardis to wait but she sent no word back to me."<BR><BR>"I wouldn't have either." Erinhue shook his head. "You are an idiot. You sent Tardis. You should have gone yourself."<BR><BR>Beliran looked shocked. "Chase after her? And leave the Troop?"<BR><BR>Erinhue rolled his eyes "Leave the Troop? You wouldn't have been deserting them on the heated field of battle. You would have ridden a few yards ahead of them in the safty of a clear and quiet day. She probably thinks ya don't care anything about her."<BR><BR>"Really? She would think that?" The misery thickened in Beliran's voice.<BR><BR>"Yes really." his brother replied "You might be an idiot but you are a lucky one, you have me. I told her you liked her..."<BR><BR>"You did what!?"<BR><BR>"Someone had to fix things. You do like her don't you?"<BR><BR>"Well..I..Yes"<BR><BR>Then don't worry all you have to do is go in there and find her."<BR><BR>"But... I wasn't going to go to the reception. I'm no good in those social situations."<BR><BR>"Yes I know but that's great, I know Telta and she's a bit shy too, so the two of you will do just fine. I know how ya are around strangers so you look at it as getting ready for a battle and I'll introduce ya to everyone and..."<BR><BR>"'Hue do't make a fuss, you made enough of one over me at the Birthday Party."<BR><BR>OK no fuss, just you go find that girl and show her a good time. I'll make sure Agarak plays a waltz or two because I know that's the only dance you know. Now I gotta run." With a wink for encouragement, Erinhue dashed out of the tent and made back for the Inn.<BR><BR>Beliran nodded and wished for a little of his brother's extroverted personality. He thought for a moment and decided that it was good advice to face this as he would a battle. The very idea was comforting and Beliran soon found he no longer dreaded the wedding reception.<BR><BR>As he unwrapped his dress uniform Beliran was startled by a tinkling of harpstrings heard at the edge of his conscious mind. A Mithril silver rose appeared from thin air to drop gently onto his bunk. The tinkling notes informed him that the gift was for him to give to Telta.<BR><BR>"I must be in trouble if 'Hue has called on you to help me." Beliran spoke to the empty air, knowing his words would be heard. "Thank you Agarak."
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Postby erinhue » Wed Nov 20, 2002 6:14 am

When he left the Swan Knight's encampment Erinhue cut across the pavilion intending to go back inside the Inn by the back entrance. As he approached the inner courtyard he caught a glimps of someone hurrying towards the Lucky Fortune. When he followed their trail he spotted Rholarwryn standing by a tree and speaking to someone seated on an adjacent stump.<BR><BR>The figure was dressed in black and struck the bard as being somewhat familiar. His mind clicked through a gallery of faces in his mind and came to rest on one he had not laid eyes on for quite some time. He thought that surely he must be mistaken but he knew that he was not. <BR><BR>Culinar had come to the wedding. Erinhue stopped and watched them from a distance. He waited, trying to assess if it was better for him to step in and maybe cause a fuss right now or wait and perhaps have to put down a far bigger commotion later on. Either way, the bard shook his head and sighed, I wish he had not come.
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Postby Hobbituk » Wed Nov 20, 2002 6:25 am

<BR><BR><i>Tired of the card games, full to the stomach and eager to get on with the wedding, Hobbi decided to leave the little office and go for a short walk. He entered the bar to find an unfamiliar man lurking around, he seemed to be urgently looking for some assistance,<BR>"Quick sir! There is an ill man outside, he needs a drink of something I think."<BR><i>An Ill man? Who could it be? Hobbi knew Hue had been gone longer than he had said he would be, but surely he had looked as fit as a fiddle when he had left.</i><BR>"Help yourself behind the bar!" <i>Hobbi said nodding urgently to the stranger,</i> "I shall go and see who it is!"<BR><BR><i>Hobbi rushed out through the doors and saw a man clad black in the clothes of Gondor leaning exhausted against a tree stump. There was a woman with him who Hobbi immediately recognised as Rho. At first Hobbituk thought the Gondorian must be Kutibboh, that dreadful sneak, out to cause trouble, but as he neared he realised that this man was very different. He had a greater bearing about him, looked stronger and prouder, but also honest and with firm features and a strong jawbone. Hobbi ran up and put his hand on the newcomer's shoulder,</i><BR><BR>"I hear you are feeling out of sorts friend," <i>he said calmly in his most friendly voice,</i> "I have not seen you before, who are you? Are you a friend of Lurea's, here for the wedding?"<BR>
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Postby prmiller » Wed Nov 20, 2002 7:39 am

Parm took a seat near at hand, not directly across from Lady Heather, but a discreetly friendly distance. He was glad to be<BR>sitting in an place where those who needed to find him, could.<BR>Inwardly he wondered how long the preparations would take<BR>and when there would be the nod from Aerin to encourage people to take their seats in the special gathering place for<BR>the wedding ceremony. To Lady Heather, he smiled broadly,<BR>and said:<BR><i>Tell where you have come from and what it is like to travel here.<BR>Do you pass places of lore and legend on your journey here?</i><BR>As Parm waited for Lady Heather's reply, he noticed groups of<BR>people parting to let a messenger pass. Perhaps this was<BR>the signal he had been waiting for. <BR>
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Postby erinhue » Wed Nov 20, 2002 7:41 am

Erinhue watched aghast as Hobbituk appeared from nowhere and walked right up to the seated Culinar. Moving as quickly as he could short of flat out running, Erinhue arrived in time to answer Hobbituk's question with a great show of good cheer.<BR><BR>"Hobbie I want ya to meet an old friend of mine. We campainged in the service of Dol Amroth once way back long ago. You know me I invite every one I meet up with to everything and it's a nice surprise to see this old road dog one more time again."<BR><BR>Erinhue turned one of his best smiles on Culinar but his sea grey eyes had clouded over and he shot the Gondorian a hot glance that said 'Go along with me, or else.'
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Postby SmaugsBane » Wed Nov 20, 2002 7:56 am

<BR>Dirk turned from the bar at the commotion near the back door. The crowd parted and Dirk dropped his jaw and nearly his drink when he caught sight of the spectacle the emerged from the crowd:<BR><BR>Here was Hobbituk, the groom, along with Rho, assisting a tall, red-pated man in the livery Gondor. Although the two had never met, Dirk recognized him immediately. His features were so like his lover's that it could be none other than Leoba's brother - Culanir. Then he was hit with the memory of the stories he had heard about Culanir and Lurea, at Dol Amroth and Lebennin, how they had been part of a difficult battle with a formidible foe. And how Culanir had fallen madly for Lurea. Erinhue was there, talking quickly as only Hue can, and Rho was assisting Hobbi, carrying the man inside.<BR><BR>"This can't end well," he whispered to himself. He downed the last of his Scotch and strode quickly in the direction of the hobbit bridegroom and the beleaguered Gondorian.<BR><BR>"Huh?" asked Scribbles, "What's going on?" Then she saw what Dirk saw. The Scribe, too, had heard the tales and knew that trouble was stirring at the wedding.<BR><BR>Dirk was beside Hobbi in no time. He glanced sidelong at Erinhue then spoke to the hobbit.<BR><BR>"Hobbituk, let me help this man. Today is your wedding day, isn't there some preparation to be made?"<BR><BR>"Nonsense, young man. Dirk, you know that we have only been sitting around playing cards and waiting for the womanfolk to get ready. Besides, I am half-owner of this establishment and this friend of Hue's is in need of refreshment!"<BR><BR>"Um, er, alright then," stammered Dirk, "Then why don't you let me assist this man to a table and you can go and pour him a nice hearty ale? That should do the trick."<BR><BR>"Aye, he's a tall bundle, you'd be better suited for luggin' him around anyway, boy." Dirk took up position under Culanir's arm, opposite of Rho, who was holding him up on the other side. Hobbi continued as he scurried towards the bar, "Yes, a nice stout ale would stiffen his legs. Then maybe some stew."<BR><BR>When the hobbit was out of earshot, Dirk exchanged worried glances with Rho and Hue and whispered harshly, "Culanir, what in Eru's name are you doing here? No good can come of this, you know-"<BR><BR>At that moment, just as they settled the weakened warrior into a chair at one of the myriad tables, Hobbi returned with a tankard of ale.<BR><BR>"There now, the strong ale of the Lucky Fortune should set you to rights."<BR><BR>Hue, Dirk and Rho looked at each other, communicating without speaking, they all knew that they must get Culanir out of there before Lurea appeared.
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Postby SilverScribe » Wed Nov 20, 2002 8:30 am

<BR>”What’s going on?”<BR><BR><i> Her eyes followed Dirks, then her jaws clenched tightly shut. “It’s a wedding, keep your cool,” she muttered to herself, all the while fighting the urge to simply retrieve her pack, saddle her horse and be gone.<BR><BR>She watched while Dirk and Rho assisted the Gondorian to a table, and Hobbituk fetched him an ale. The Groom!! On his wedding day!! She shook her head slightly, she would never understand Hobbits. Besides, there were no obvious wounds on the Gondorian, yet he looked shaken, as though he had taken a mortal blow. She turned back to the bar, snorting softly to herself. Seeing such degrading weakness, most especially in a male, bothered her. And she knew that his presence here augured no good, no good at all. <BR><BR>So this was the Lady Leoba’s brother. She had heard the tales, but had never paid much attention. Unless it involved the struggle with Mordor, she paid little mind to other peoples business. And for centuries untold, she had ever shunned anything of Númenore, Gondor or Westernesse. <BR><BR>Still, the Lady Leoba and her Knight, Dirk, were fair friends, ones the old Scribe had developed a definite fondness and deep respect for. She finished her drink and signalled for water, then turned to watch events unfold.<BR><BR>Spotting Parm with the Lady Heather, she smiled and nodded at them both, suddenly wishing that the ceremony was beginning, all the attention would naturally shift to Hobbituk and his pretty bride . . . his bride . . . she caught her breath. Lurea, oh damn . . . her thoughts echoed Dirks whisper, this could end badly indeed . . .<BR><BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Wed Nov 20, 2002 9:36 am

At Lurea's request Vana hurried out of the door of the room where all the ladies were preparing themselves for the wedding.<BR><BR>Barely dodging Telta she hurried off to the taproom to locate Eyriel for the bride to be.<BR><BR>Down the stairs she gracefully flew and into the main room searching for the one she needed to beacon for Lurea. Glancing around she spotted many she knew well and a few she did not, but as Dirk, Rho and Erinhue escorted a Gondorian into the room Vana recognised him. <BR><BR>Her face must have turned white for she knew what this would mean and the struggle that Lurea was already feeling. For Vana and she were close enough that they knew some of what was in each others hearts and Lurea was still trying to believe that she deserved to be happy with Hobbi. Shaking her head to get back to her task at hand, she moved on knowing that her beloved brother Dirk and Erinhue were well in control of the situation.<BR><BR>Vana moved about gracefully through the crowd till she found Eyriel at the corner table sitting and looking lost.<BR><BR>"Eyriel?" Vana asked, "Lurea wishes to speak with you now and has sent me to fetch you to her. Will you come with me, please?" Vana spoke softly so as not to be heard by everyone in the room. She placed a hand out to Eyriel and then lead her back to the stairs and the room.<BR><BR>As she and Eyriel moved towards the stairs Vana noticed a nice looking gentleman, tall and tanned standing in the room watching her every move. As their eyes met she felt the red in her cheeks rise at the look he was giving her so she looked away. The girls had to go right by him to get to the stairs and as Vana brushed past him she glanced up again into his kind face and smiled as their eyes met for a long moment but said nothing. After reaching the top of the stairs she had to look back again and he was still watching. Eyriel must have noticed him too, for she giggled and nudged Vana almost knocking her off balance. Vana felt the blush then rise well into her cheeks, turned back to Eyriel and pushed her on down the hallway giggling herself.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Wed Nov 20, 2002 9:53 am

<BR>A slight sense of relief ran through her body as Culanir’s green eyes met hers in recognition and he gently said her name. But the pain that she saw in them was almost more than she could bear. Here sat the strong man who had spent so many hours training her in secret. Training her how to yield a sword. He had answered her plea for help, those many years ago, and in return she had received a new sense of direction, a new purpose for her life. Without saying a word, she looked back into his eyes, trying to figure what to do next.<BR><BR>“Here let me help you up”. He said reaching out to her.<BR><BR>As Culanir took her hand, and gently helped her to her feet, she felt a glimmer of hope. <i>Always a gentleman.</i> She thought to herself.<BR><BR>When the two were standing, Culanir broke the silence by asking the same question of her that she had asked of him, but before she could answer he continued. “I never thought we’d meet again.” <BR><BR>It was true, they both had thought their last meeting was indeed their last, but fate it seemed had something different planned. However, she would have given anything not to have this place, at this time, be the venue of their reunion. <BR><BR>She continued to watch his face, while his hand still held hers, and then Rho noticed a slight change in his expression. It was a fleeting look, one almost of fondness, possibly of another time and place. Without saying a word, she gently squeezed his hand and thought to herself. <i>Hold on to those thoughts Culanir.</i><BR><BR>Suddenly Hobbituk was beside them both and asking in his friendly voice. "I hear you are feeling out of sorts friend. I have not seen you before, who are you? Are you a friend of Lurea's, here for the wedding?"<BR><BR>It was then that Rho realized how quickly this entire situation could go from bad to worse and was ever so grateful for Erinhue’s sudden appearance. <BR><BR>After Erinhue's commanding look for Culanir to follow, Rho put her arm around him to offer support. This gesture was one more for emotional support than physical, but when she felt his weight rest upon her, she knew that he was struggling physically as well. Hobbi must have seen it too, for he was quickly at Culanir’s other side, offering his aid.<BR><BR>Just as they reached the Inn, Dirk approached and after some convincing, relieved Hobbi of the burden he was trying to bear in supporting the tall, well built, Gondorian. <BR><BR>When they reached a table, she and Dirk gently lowered Culanir into the chair, just as Hobbi brought set an ale down onto the table and said. "There now, the strong ale of the Lucky Fortune should set you to rights."<BR><BR>Rho wished she could have shared in the hobbit's optimism. <BR><BR>While keeping her eyes on Culanir, she slowly made her way over to where Erinhue and Dirk were standing knowing that they all shared the same thought. Finally Rho broke the silence. “I can stay with him.”<BR><BR>Dirk at her and asked. “What do you mean?”<BR><BR>Rho looked back at the one she knew as Leoba's Knight and answered. “Where ever we end up taking him, I can stay with him during the wedding.”<BR><BR>
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Postby erinhue » Wed Nov 20, 2002 11:59 am

"Hmmm" Erinhue sighed and tugged at the short hairs on his chin. "I dunno about that Rho darlin'. If Culinar were ta just up and leave or worse, we were to somehow send him off, Hobbie, bless his hobbit heart, would only want to know why we let him go especially after I claimed him as an old friend I invited.<BR><BR>No best thing is to keep an eye on him and maybe Dirk could get Leoba ta try and talk some sense into him." The bard glanced around them. "We need to break this up before our groom becomes suspicious. Let Culinar be just another friend come to the wedding.<BR><BR>I will find a way to distract Hobbie before he can start going into family histories and such. Rho you stay with Culinar as much as ya can, sorta keep an eye on him."<BR><BR>Erinhue stopped and cast a dark look in Culinar's direction. "Rholarowyn, you tell him I said that any trouble on his part would make me very angry, angry enough ta start howling. You tell him just like that,ya hear. He'll remember."<BR><BR>In the next heartbeat Erinhue's face changed and one of his most apologetic smiles beamed sincere regret as he moved towards the table where the groom was engaging the reluctant Gondorian in not so idle conversation.<BR><BR>"Now I don't want ya to go and get excited Hobbie m'boy but I think I've misplaced the ring."<BR><BR>Hobbie stopped talking and for the moment forgot all about Culinar.<BR><BR>"'Hue, don't tell me you lost Turalie's ring?"<BR><BR>"OK I won't tell ya that 'sides it ain't lost it's just mislaid. Come along we'll retrace my steps and see if we can't track it down between us." Dropping a hand on to Hobbituk's shoulder he led them both away towards the back entrance of the inn. A quick look shot over the hobbit's head sought out Dirk and Rho and wished them all good luck.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Wed Nov 20, 2002 12:26 pm

Dirk understood Hue's meaning at once. They were making too big a fuss over this wedding guest. If he <u>had</u> been just another guest, Hobbituk would have had it well in hand, having seen more than his fair share of fainting and passing out and such in his time as Innkeeper. As Erinhue set about his ruse with Hobbi, Dirk cast an assuring glance to Rho and headed for the stairs. <BR><BR>Once he'd climbed, he only needed to follow the sounds of cackling to find the bride's suite. He approached the door, knocked and stood to the side with his eyes cast to the floor so as not to witness any indecency. An unfamiliar face appeared at the door. <BR><BR>"Yes?"<BR><BR>"I am Dirk, would you please quietly ask the Lady Leoba to step out into the hall a moment?"<BR><BR>"Certainly."<BR><BR>Seconds later, Leoba emerged from the suite, a beaming smile painted across her gorgeous features. She planted a giant kiss on Dirk's lips and wrapped her arms about him, prompting Dirk to wonder how much wine she'd already consumed. However, questions regarding her sobriety were quickly answered.<BR><BR>Still locked in an embrace, Dirk swung Leoba around so that she could see over the banister.<BR><BR>"We have a situation," he whispered into her ear, "Look down into the common room. Find the table at which Rho is sitting. Recognize the ill gentleman sitting with her?"<BR><BR>Leoba's giggling stopped abruptly and the smile immediately vacated her facade, making way for the deep scowl that replaced it. <BR><BR>"He's feeling ill, some sort of fainting attack. Would you please - quietly - go and talk some sense into you brother? Hobbituk has already seen and spoken with him. But he knows nothing, yet. Erinhue has distracted him and Rho is looking out for him. But you two need to get him outside amongst the other guests, try and blend in whilst you speak to him. See if you can get him to slip out unnoticed before Lurea leaves that room."<BR><BR>Leoba composed herself. Smoothing her dress, she smiled wanly at Dirk, kissed him sweetly, and began to descend the stairs. Dirk was about to follow, but the door opened again and the unfamiliar girl stuck her head out the door.<BR><BR>"Are you stealing her for a while?"<BR><BR>"Um, yes, please excuse us for a bit. I promise she will be back in time for the ceremony."<BR><BR>Luckily for everyone involved, the girl, and probably everyone in that suite, had the wrong idea. Dirk bowed courteously and followed Leoba down the stairs. However, he did not go to Culanir's table with her. Rather, her retook his position beside Scribbles, who was now drinking water.<BR><BR>"That won't do," he said and signalled the bartender for two more oversized drams of Scotch. <BR><BR>The silver-haired Peredhel and the dark Númenórean exchanged glances and watched the drama unfold as Leoba approached her brother's table.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Wed Nov 20, 2002 12:32 pm

<BR>Rho stared at Erinhue with a look of horror. Surely her Bard Master didn’t mean, that Culanir should attend the wedding. Did he know what that would do to him? Did he understand what was really going on here? <BR><BR>She was about to challenge Erinhue, but felt Dirk’s hand firmly grab hold of her arm. Biting her lip, Rho looked away momentarily and tried to calm herself down. <BR><BR>When she had regained a certain degree of self control, she looked back at Erinhue while he said. “Rholarowyn, you tell him I said that any trouble on his part would make me very angry, angry enough ta start howling. You tell him just like that, ya hear. He'll remember."<BR><BR>For a brief moment Rho felt a sense of helplessness and she found herself nodding yes to his instructions. However, as soon as the Bard and the Hobbit left the room, Rho's determination returned. She would do all that she could to protect Culanir from the circumstances he was now facing.<BR><BR>Looking back at Dirk she did not say what she was thinking, but knew he understood. <i>How on earth did one keep an eye on someone whose whole world was falling apart. Did Erinhue really understand the magnitude of what he was asking of the two of them to do? </i> He returned her look with a quick reassuring glace and the next thing she knew, Leoba’s knight was heading up the stairs. <BR><BR>Rho turned around and quickly went back to the table where Culanir was sitting at. After she sat down in the chair next to his, she reached under the table and again grasped his hand. For there were no words she could say to ease his pain in this moment, but she wanted to let him know, in the only way she knew how, that he wasn’t alone.<BR><BR>
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Postby Alandriel » Wed Nov 20, 2002 1:08 pm

Lindon gracefully declined Alandriel's offer for some refreshments. 'Never mind', she thought 'plainly, she is very busy and rightly so'. Alandriel was just about to turn to the bar, when she heard a voice at very close quarters:<BR><BR><i>“Excuse me ladies. If you’ll allow me I’d be pleased to buy you a drink before events move us towards the ceremony.”</i><BR><BR>She turned to see who had spoken these words, catching something faintly familiar in the tone of voice. A handsome stranger was standing before her and immediately her eyes lit up. Even though he was dressed for the occasion, he could not possibly hide the fact that he was a Ranger. The relief of meeting a like minded creature was plainly visible in Alandriel's face and so she did not try to hide her pleasure at meeting him:<BR><BR><i>With pleasure </i> she beamed, <i> if you would, I have my mind set on an ale, for which this place is quite well known, I believe </i><BR><BR>Being quite a bit taller than herself, Maelgwn pushed his way to the bar, when quite a commotion disturbed the room. Several people entered at once and were assisting a very ill looking man, easing him into a chair. Alandriel could not help but notice how horribly stricken he looked; but it was immediately evident to her trained eye, that it was a shock of some sort and not an actual wound that was torturing the poor creature.<BR>'Maybe I can help, although I only have the bare essentials of herbs in my pouch' so with a quick nod to her new companion that she would be back in a minute she made her way over to the people at the table.<BR><BR><i> I don't usually interfere without being asked or acquainted first, but it seems this man is in dire need of some medicine which I might be able to provide. I am well versed in herb lore and have a small supply handy.... </i> with that her voice trailed off as she cast a closer glance to the injured man and his company.<BR>
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Postby PatriotBlade » Wed Nov 20, 2002 1:14 pm

"Well..." <i>Heather took another sip of wine while collecting her scattered thoughts.</i> "I grew up in the Wilds, adoped daughter to a Healer there. When I was ninteen, I discovered that I was half elf with a gift for healing. Most of what I learned in my travels have been new methods, treatments and about new herbs for healing, but I have learned some folk lore from diffrent parts of the world. What would you like to hear?"
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Postby elengil » Wed Nov 20, 2002 1:23 pm

After presenting her well-received-by-all gift to the Bride, Ëarelen decided it was time to once again re-enter the common room, her earlier embarassment forgotten.<BR><BR>First she strayed into one of the side rooms to reset the braid that had begun to fall from the left side of her head, her long silvery-white hair didnt like to hold braids. she smoothed down the front of her white dress, and straightened her long red robe, the only sign of colour she wore. She stepped back and looked at herself in the mirror. The star upon her brow shone and sent a radiance that glimmered off the fabric of her dress and cascaded around the room in a collage of colour. <BR><BR>Smiling, she went back out into the hall and descended the stairs.... right into the thick of a mass of tension.<BR><BR><i>"The life of a bard is an ever-tangled mess..."</i> she said to herself. <BR><BR>Looking around, she could almost see the tension haning in the air. At first she thought of just going back upstairs, but then thought of Tindumolure. Standing on the last step, she took out her small flute and began to play a soft sweet sound, seemingly in a tone too low for such a small instrument. A rich sound, such that one is not really sure that they're hearing music, but it touches their very soul. While it could not negate the circumstances everyone found themselves in, the tension and agitation was eased, allowing them to breath freely for a moment and go at the situation with a renewed sense of calm. Slowly and deliberately, the music flowed out among the guests: calming the nervous, strengthening the weak, lifting the sorrowful spirit.
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Postby Culanir » Wed Nov 20, 2002 4:03 pm

Rholarowyn looked at him, communicating as much strength as she could through silent eyes. Culanir was still clutching her hand for support more than anything when the Hobbit approached them.<BR><BR>"I hear you are feeling out of sorts friend, I have not seen you before, who are you? Are you a friend of Lurea's, here for the wedding?"<BR><BR>He was on the cusp of stuttering a reply, some mumbled and unconvincingly pronounced nonsense half way between 'just passing through' and 'here to see my sister'. But the meddlesome Bard intervened and spoke for him. Anger smote the usually peaceable Gondorian, his blood rising as once again this same man was endeavouring to poke his nose in where it was not wanted. Culanir's grip on Rho's hand increased. Thank heavens that it was the Hobbit who offered his arm and not the Bard of Belfalas. Culanir fancied that his touch would burn as the seething jealousies of old had burned his befuddled mind.<BR><BR>Culanir did not know the identity of the young man of Dale who took over from the Hobbit but he was grateful for the aid and even more grateful when the Hobbit set a foaming tankard of ale down in front of him although as of yet he didn't touch the drink. Rho left his side and immersed herself in intense conversation with the dark-haired young man and the Bard. Not for one moment did he lose faith in Rho, her loyalty was ever above question but he strained all the same and failed to hear what they were saying about him. Whatever it was, it provoked a black look from beneath the brows of Erinhue. But Culanir simply looked at the table top. He no longer had the energy left to argue.<BR><BR>Suddenly Rho was taking his hand yet again. <BR><BR>"Bless you lady."<BR><BR>He didn't know what else to do. Suddenly decision-making seemed to have been taken out of his hands, just as choices in life and in love had been.<BR><BR>The knight heard steps on the stairway and looked up from the depths of his self-obsessed reverie. So that was where the dark-haired man had gone; to fetch Culanir's sister. His head felt as thought it was spinning, from so much happening in so short a space of time. Yes it was Leoba there. He felt no surprise, he knew she dwelt here or at least used it as a forwarding address. For the first time in three years they looked upon one another and as he saw in her eyes the compassion he knew so well, Rho felt his hand begin to relax.<BR><BR>
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Postby Leoba » Wed Nov 20, 2002 4:11 pm

In that moment when she looked over the bannister at Dirk's insistence, Leoba felt everything stop. The music and the talking and the laughter may well have continued but she couldn't hear them. Just the incessant beating of her own heart, a thumping, rolling continual beat as of drums before battle. <BR><BR>"Oh sweet Illuvatar. No Dirk, no. This can't be happening".<BR><BR>His hands still tight about her, he grasped her shoulders and looked her in the eyes, explaining what he knew, what she needed to do. She inhaled deeply several times, mastering control of herself at least outwardly, although underneath the facade her pulse was racing and if she looked closely at her hands she saw that they were shaking. <BR><BR>Leoba walked down the stairs, so much more sedately than before. The thoughts were tumbling over and over in her mind. Of course she was overjoyed to see her brother again. How long had it been? Not since the night when he had aided her in fleeing Minas Tirith, night on three years earlier, had the siblings met face to face. But she knew of his love for the woman who had accidentally become her friend in this most unusual of hostelries. And she knew from Lurea of the feelings that the elf had repressed. And that must remain so.<BR><BR>Her eyes focused only on the scene directly before her, Leoba saw them as she advanced; they were all gathered, actors frozen on a stage, unsure of their lines, tension etched across the visage of every one.<BR><BR>Erinhue was leaving the scene, his hand firmly on the bridegroom's shoulder, steering him out of trouble. The look she caught from the corner of her employer's eye was enough to chill even the dead. <BR><BR>There Culanir sat at the table, with Rholarowyn to his side. What was she doing there? Leoba half pondered and then decided that now was not the time to worry about such trivialities as who had picked him up and brought him in. She owed loyalty both to the brother who had saved her life and to the friend whose wedding day should not be spoiled and somehow the young woman needed to find the wherewithal to juggle the two for the sake of all. <BR><BR>Her smile was plastered across her face; Leoba was desperately rummaging for every scrap of acting skill she possessed to mask her own conflicting emotions as she held out her hands towards the Gondorian knight.<BR><BR>"My dear brother. What a surprise after so long."<BR><BR>He still looked so desperately pale but he smiled at her faintly.<BR><BR>"I don't usually interfere without being asked or acquainted first, but it seems this man is in dire need of some medicine which I might be able to provide. I am well versed in herb lore and have a small supply handy.... " It was the herbalist Leoba had met not so long ago here in this very bar.<BR><BR>"I'm grateful Alandriel, really I am. He's had a shock I was told." Leoba kept her voice barely above a whisper, trying to keep it from echoing about too many prying ears who really didn't need to catch the worry laced through her voice. "Perhaps you could bring something out to us?".<BR><BR>"Culanir, we need to get you some fresh air I think. And maybe a strong drink?" She gave him a searching look.<BR><BR>"Rho, can you help me. I think a bit of a walk maybe if he can stand with our aid."<BR><BR>The two women took an arm each and guided him towards the front door, in the opposite direction to that taken by Hobbi and Erinhue. Leoba caught Rho's eye and detected more than the element of concern that she might have expected. There was understanding their too and she looked hard at the other woman as though by doing so she could discern more of what was going on under the surface and why Rho had that bizarre protective look on her face.<BR><BR>
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Postby earendil81 » Wed Nov 20, 2002 4:23 pm

(ooc: this is going far too quick for me, so I hope you don't mind my 'flashback' to page 5. Crys, <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>thanks<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>Eari was rather surprised as Crys lifted up quickly the silk of her skirt; what? What was happening? Crys removed some wooden stuff that were used to Eru only knew what! On the couple of occasions she had worn dress never had she seen such things. When all were off, she felt a little less straight but still very uncomfortable. She gave up her elbow to the weaver as she smiled to her, and let Crys lead her toward a mirror. <BR><BR><i>Take a look in here. What do you see?</i>, asked Crys.<BR><BR>What did she see? Good question!! Somebody not knowing what she was and who had never attended any wedding – but Faramir's – before she met the Bards. She shifted from one foot to another, trying to get used to the shoes as well. Crys continued <BR><BR><i>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.</i><BR><BR>Then the weaver hugged her and once again Eari did not have any movement to prevent this mark of affection. She did not have a clue about what to say; she had never felt she could be a 'butterfly' and if Crys's words had comforted her, she still did not know exactly what to do with all this cloth surrounding her. Yet the movements were easier after the elf had got rid of the wooden support. But she had no real time to think about that for Turelie hugged her and said words of encouragement as well. Somehow Eari felt the situation had something ridiculous; who else than she would not notice that the dress should not be as rigid? <BR><BR>As the bride returned to the hands of the hairdresser and Leoba looked as worried as if a war was to burst out, Eari moved to the window. Looking down the road she noticed a dark man riding to the inn, looked toward Leoba then back at the dark rider, understanding why the Maid of Honor looked that 'lost'. The Peredhel had not got to know Leoba's knight that well, but she was certainly able to recognize his figure. She turned back to Leoba and said<BR><BR><i>“Leoba! You can stop looking so twitchy; he’s here!”</i><BR><BR>Hardly had she finished her sentence that Leoba excused herself to Ture and left the room to look for her knight. What happened afterwards, Eari did not really notice; after she heard EA's arrival, she sat back at the window and got lost in her own thoughts; the world around her disappeared. The chatter of the girls faded and there was no sound anymore in the room; it was as if she had closed her ears. The sounds of this world were replaced by others of a past she thought she had long forgotten; Crys had awaken in her mind things she had deeply hidden the day she became an adult before her time. <BR>Of course she had always wanted to avenge her father's death but killing had proved something both rewarding and terrible. She remembered the eyes of this man as she pierced him; that day she had killed the child and the 'lady' that Galadriel had protected and educated. And the only time she had by herself decided to act like a lady it had been weird and had changed too many things for her. In fact she had no desire to have any weapon that men could not resist against; beauty was no weapon for her it was but an artifice to seduce. And for her, seduction was a tricky mean of Sauron's; oh yes he had been really clever seducing different populations… but for tonight for Turelie she would act like the Lady of the Golden Wood taught her. As these last thoughts took shape in her mind the Peredhel went back into the world, and noticed Leoba leaving the room once again though it was not the same scene as before since Dirk was behind her. <BR>Taking upon her, she went to the hairdresser as Leoba had left and asked, trying to take control over her voice, if it was possible for her to have her hair done. Not that she wished to be looked after once again but she felt the need to get out for some fresh air, but if the ceremony was soon to begin she could not arrive with her short hair untamed and all over the place.
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Postby SilverScribe » Wed Nov 20, 2002 5:10 pm

<BR><i> She fought to keep her heartrate normal and the sneer of disdain and loathing off her face. There were far too many enemies in this Inn by now, several that clearly wore the livery of Gondor and she had not missed the folk that were clearly of Númenorean descent. She could easily mark at least one or two as Rangers, after centuries of observing the various races of men, she could pick them out unerringly.<BR><BR>She took another sip of water and grimaced, just as Dirk re-appeared. The Lady Leoba was making her way over to the table where her brother yet sat with Rho, quiet and strained. She silently and heartily agreed with Dirks next action, and sighed with relief when he signalled for a couple of stiff measures of single malt.<BR><BR>She raised her glass in a silent toast, meeting Dirks eyes over the rim of the glass for an instant, before turning her attention once more to the Gondorian’s table.</i><BR><BR><BR>
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