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 erinhue » Tue Nov 19, 2002 6:06 am

"What?!"<BR>Hobbituk was rewarded by the momentary flash of shocked panic in Erinhue'e eyes. The lapse was deftly covered with a bored yawn and what Hobbituk was almost certain he had seen, was instantainously replaced by a sly twinkle and accompanied by a slow honeyed drawl.<BR><BR>"Well now Hobbie m'boy, a man once told me that having two wives was like riding a two headed horse......."<BR><BR>A small but sharp intake of breath betrayed the fact that Alfrin had heard the decidedly dirty joke told once before. Erinhue winked at her and the tone of his voice changed when he began again.<BR><BR>"I'll do it Hobbie, I'd do anything for ya, but... you're gonna be the one that explains it all to Aerin."<BR>
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Postby prmiller » Tue Nov 19, 2002 7:55 am

<i>Suddenly caught in midsip of his favorite drink by the greeting<BR>of a royal house, Parm blushed brilliant red, then paled. He took<BR>a great, heavy sigh. With a sharp intake of breath,and with<BR>renewed inspiration, he reached into his robe and withdrew a<BR>small pen and ink set and found a scrap of parchment, <BR>folded it and made a small note. <BR>Then he wrote:</i><BR><BR>To Marius <i>(on the cover)</i><BR><i>(then inside the note)</i><BR>Hail and well met, good sir:<BR>Look for me nearby and be<BR>welcome to join me with <BR>whomever you see me chatting. <BR>I look forward to hearing excellent<BR>stories and learning more about your<BR>life.<BR><BR>Eru's blessings,<BR><BR>Parm<BR><i>He placed the note on the counter, instructing the server<BR>behind the counter to be sure it would reach the correct<BR>addressee. Parm then rose and with a fresh cup of coffee,<BR>which had he requested before leaving the counter, and<BR>stepped about the room. It was then that he saw her...<BR>Lady Heather!<BR>She was alone, and almost melancholic in posture. Parm often<BR>grieved over parties where so many people could pass over<BR>so many other people. Drawing himself to full height, he strode<BR>to Lady Heather's table, placed his hand over his heart, bowed<BR>deeply in traditional greeting for those of his craft, and clearly spoke:</i><BR>My warmest greetings, m'lady. I would very much appreciate <BR>a chance to spend some time with you and enjoy some stories<BR>from you. I do not have the chance to travel as widely as others,<BR>and I greatly enjoy good conversation. May I join you? I have<BR>only coffee, I fear, and am unable to share your wine,<BR>but I believe shared stories taste far better than wine sipped in solitude.<BR><i>Parm bowed again and looked gently into Lady Heather's shining eyes.</i><BR>
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Postby nienor-niniel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 8:50 am

“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>Nienor-Niniel was surprised by the Elana's request - although she had never talked to her, she had seen her and her daughter Deore at the Lucky Fortune Inn. Her half-orc daughter... At the first sight, she had been chocked by the girl, trying to hold back and her apprehension, yes even her disgust. But now she had become used to the idea of an alike creature. <BR><BR>"I am flattered. I would of course try, but I have never tried to teach anything to anybody. Where is your daughter - I beleive her name is Deore. That is a Rohirrim name. Are you from Rohan?"<BR><BR>Yes, replied Elana, though I have not lived there for many years. do you know my homeland?"<BR><BR>N-N smiled sadly for this little moment , of course she knew and it was the one place on earth she did not want to think about today. <BR><BR>"I have lived there for a while. Maybe the happiest years of my life.<BR>When all is quieter, I would love to share memories of your home. If you talent for music, maybe Deore too. She could try at least. I would love to show her. Maybe it might give her confidence in herself to have a talent of her own, soemthing that all can share. Music goes beyond the eyes. "<BR><BR>N-N did not want to tell any more precise, but she hoped that the girls would indeed have a musical talent - there was no reason she shouldn't, if the mother had. The ability to do something beautiful would ease her the way to open doors and also show all the more clearly she was not an orc - not entirely at least. <BR><BR>Then she heard that crystal-arwen had found help, begged farewell from the lady Elana, to be fully styled up for the ceremony. <BR>
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Postby sandra » Tue Nov 19, 2002 10:23 am

Merrily she trotted along the cobbled path, enjoying the Shires fresh air. How she'd longed to see the green patures again, full of carefree friendly folk, those who love to dance and sing. The wars had deprived her of a visit here for a very long time, the last being the grand occasion of the wedding of Erinhue and Aerin. <BR><BR>She smiled fondly while watching two squirrels chasing each other across the path and and up the broad oak that she'd sat beneath many times before when reading. <i>hello, hello</i> an excited voice came from behind a bush into the clearing and upto her. Mabel Thumptoe and her young hobbit son Bren were delighted to see Sandra. Mabel had worked before her marriage of 6 years as a cleaner at the Fortune Inn. <i>I knew you'd come, they'll be so pleased you made it</i> she smiled.<BR><BR>Sandra looked a little surprised. <i>Wedding, what wedding?</i> Mabel taken aback continued <i>Turelie and Master Hobbituk's ..it's today. <BR></i>Sandra, so pleased for the couple and anxious to reach the Inn in good time thanked Mabel, bid her goodbye and headed off at a gallop towards the Lucky Fortune Inn.
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Postby ElfAngel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 10:33 am

(OOC: My apologies Ture and Hobbi! I've been really unexpectedly busy recently...)<BR><BR>ElfAngel gallopped up to the LFI and jumped of her horse, Lomi-isil, without any further thought. Collecting two parcels in her hands, she sprinted inside and up the corridor, bursting into Ture's room very flushed. CA had finished Ture's hair and had started on that of the bridesmaids - much to EA's embarrassment. Four small braids had been plaited on top of her head before being pulled back into a half ponytail and 'messy' bun. Four more plaits had been put into the remainder of her midnight blue hair that hung down to her waist. She wore a simple but beautiful gown that was close fitting with flared arms in lilac and carried a parcel wrapped in silver with an extravagant ribbon around it and a smaller box - the tiara. EA scuttled forwards to Ture, absolutely mortified.<BR>"I'm so sorry! The tiara needed a bit of touching up, and the wretched elf that was charged with doing it has been ill and hadn't got it done beforehand. Then I couldn't remember where I had left your present!"<BR>With slightly shaking hands, EA pulled the tiara out of its box and placed it gently on Ture's head. She stood back, leaving Ture standing on her own, looking every bit as happy and beautiful as a royal bride should. Feeling slightly better, she handed the bride the present that CA and herself had prepared. Both looked on as Ture curiously opened the silver box.<BR>Inside were a pair of silver goblets, one engraved with Turelie's banner, the other with Hobbi's and their names written underneath along with the date of the wedding and a pair of sapphire serenity goblets.
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Postby erinhue » Tue Nov 19, 2002 12:40 pm

Erinhue had brought enough food for several people. He wanted to be certain there was more than enough so Hobbie would eat what he really needed and not worry about not leaving enough to share.<BR><BR>I been going at this all wrong, he thought. All this quiet is making poor Hobbie more nervous than ever.<BR><BR>"Ya know it feels more like a wake in here," Erinhue poured the bright smile on his face into his talented voice. "and if that's what it is then we'd best do it proper.<BR><BR> I know Dirk will be out there somewhere because I already saw a certain other someone was here. I saw Orion when I went for the food and I heard all the fuss when Mat arrived. <BR><BR>I'm gonna go try and round'em up and swipe us all a nice bottle and we can wait this out in style." Again he was up and bounding out of the room muttering "Wonder if they play poker?"<BR><BR>
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Postby Lindonbayne » Tue Nov 19, 2002 1:02 pm

And how may I be of assistance?<BR><BR><i>Alandriel asked Lindonbayne</i><BR><BR>Thank you, if you'll follow me I shall show you, I am Lindonbayne, by the way, I do not believe our paths have crossed before now, <i>she told her, leading her outside to where the cart lay waiting.<BR><BR>As they approached it, Alandriel noticed a large object, covered with a brown cloth, piled high with partially melted ice, in the back of the worn wooden transport.</i><BR><BR>This, <i>Lin said, gesturing towards the mass, </i> is my gift to the happy couple, it is very fragile, so please take care. I would like you to assist me in moving it into the inn, so I may finish it.<BR><BR><i>Alandriel nodded and helped Lin lift the large cold object into the building, to one of the back rooms, where Lin would make the final chippings in her sculpture.
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Postby Teltasarewen » Tue Nov 19, 2002 1:11 pm

<i>Telta sat there watching the comings and goings of the guests. Many of her Bard friends like Scribbles and Vana were there dressed for the wedding and all of them looked wonderful. And she couldn’t wait to see Turelie in her wedding dress. This was going to be one great day. <BR>But her resolve to sit and wait for Beliran was waning. She grew fidgety and finally no longer able to sit stood up and headed for the Inn’s doors. Perhaps she could wait outside where she could watch for his arrival.</i><BR><BR><i>Not watching where she was walking her mind elsewhere, she bumped into Erinhue who seemed to be preoccupied himself. The resulting bump made her stumble back a few steps but it didn‘t affect the Master Bard too much.</i> <BR><BR>“Oh I...I’m sorry Erinhue. Forgive me I wasn’t watching where I was going. I should have been paying better attention with all the guests here.”
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Tue Nov 19, 2002 1:13 pm

<i>Lurea, anxious to be finally rid of the hands that still played with her hair, was relieved when she saw ElfAngel. For, she knew with her appearance that the end was near, as ElfAngel held the final touch--the tiara. Brushing away ElfAngel's excuses, she would have none of that, she told her that it mattered not, for nothing was amiss by her tardiness.<BR><BR>As the elf brought the tiara from its casing, Lurea's eyes sparkled every bit as brightly as the polished stones. Ah, this reminded her of her tiny crown as a child, one she wore for formal occasions, when foreign dignitaries came to speak with her father. She noticed that ElfAngel's hands shook as she lifted the tiara upon the elf's head. Gently, she took the trembling hands into her own.</i><BR><BR>Do not worry my friend. There is no anger in my heart, nor frustration at tardiness. We ourselves are running a bit late. Sit back, take a deep breath. Then, only when you are ready, may you return to aid the hair-weaving.<BR><BR><i>Lurea hugged her friend. Then, the presentation of the gift from the two hairdressers commenced. The silven goblets, one with her banner and one with Hobbi's banner were carefully carved, each shaving cut with delicacy. They were indeed fine silver as well, of the highest quality. Lurea smiled and hugged her two friends, tearing CArwen from Nienor for but a moment to do so. Now she and Hobbi had their necessary goblets from which they drank after the ceremony!</i><BR><BR>Thank you, my dears. Now I will take no more of your time. Go, see my bridemaids. You have done such a lovely job with my hair, no one will recognize me with tamed mane.<BR><BR><i>Grinning, Ture went to talk with Nienor, to compliment her on her music once more, though she worried that Bardy and PM would not make it in time...</i>
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Postby erinhue » Tue Nov 19, 2002 1:36 pm

"Don't think twice about it darlin'" Erinhue chuckled. He caught hold of Telta's arm to be certain she had regained her balance. "I just wasn't looking where you were going."<BR><BR>Erinhue stepped back a pace and looked her up and down. "This vision of an azure sky plucked from an autumn day cannot be the waif that stumbled through my door one wet and weary night? No surely this is some elven princes stepped from the mists of lore." He winked a sea grey eye at her and flashed a starbright grin. "Telta darlin ya look lovely."<BR><BR>He stopped and bent his head to look closer inot her face.<BR><BR>Oh I am sorry, I really should have ridden back with the two of you, you could have used my help, at least 'Ran most surely could have.<BR><BR>I know where he is, out with the horses or boring the troop with some last minute detail of protocol. Let me tell you something, he likes you, more than a little, and that's a rare thing for Beliran. He is a very nice fellow, but he's an idiot. It's his main problem. On top of that he is the one thing I'm not and that's shy. Ya might not wanna believe it but it's true. You are gonna have to be a little patient with him.<BR><BR>Look you go have fun with the ladies, that seems to be the way of it right now and I was just gonna round up a few of the other guys to come sit watch with Hobbie. I'll put my boot to Beliran's butt and shove him in your direction. You go have fun...," Erinhue winked at her again "...and be ready ta catch."
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Postby Turelie_Lurea » Tue Nov 19, 2002 2:18 pm

<i>However, before Lurea could make it to her friend, a young hobbit squeezed into the room with a message for her. Paying him handsomely with a couple of gold coins, she opened the note. It read:</i><BR><BR>The guests are getting anxious and a bit antsy. You may wish to send word to Parm as soon as possible.<BR><BR>A friend<BR><BR><i>Curious, Lurea looked for any sign of who had written the note, not recognizing the handwriting. Ah well, she thought, perhaps it is time to send word. In but ten minutes all ladies would be ready and she was sure that her dear was long ready.<BR><BR>Moving to her writing desk, shooing a bridesmaid off from its wooden surface, she composed a short note to Parm in her long, scrawling handwriting.</i><BR><BR>Dearest Parm,<BR>Give us but a few moments more to compose ourselves and tuck the last strands within their restraints. Then, all shall be ready on the ladies end and you shall be free to begin the ceremony.<BR><BR>Many thanks,<BR><BR>Lurea<BR><BR><i>Catching Aerin as she dashed past the door, Lurea handed the letter to her and asked her to please deliver it to Parm when she could.</i>
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Postby Mellaurelom » Tue Nov 19, 2002 2:22 pm

Mellaurelom shiftd the deck of cards to her other hand, still shuffling them slightly, and reached for an apple. "Hobbi, you want a drink? I've got some very nice mead, had it for about, ohh, fifty years. Just waiting for a good time to drink it. This looks like a good time to break it out. Be right back, you keep eatin!" She hopped up out of her chair, still holding the cards, and slipped up to her room. Once there she found the promised bottle, still imprinted with the makers mark. She grabbed it, and another pouch from a pocket next to it. This she slipped inside her bodice, the pouch small enouch that it didn't mar the curve of the velvet.<BR><BR>Back downstairs she ran, dodging guests and wedding party members alike. plopping herself down in her vacated chair, she opened the bottle and poured Hobbituk a glass of very fine apple-raspberry mead. As she pushed it over to him she slipped in a pinch of herbs from the pouch under her bodice. "Here, try this, you'll like it. It should go great with the meal. I put in some mulling spices." She stopped, "Oops! forgot to heat it, just a sec." She passed her hand over the top of the cup, humming softly. In short order, the contents of the cup began to steam slightly in the cool, autumn air. Mell passed the cup back to the groom, then waited as he took his first sip. He smiled, almost, as the warm, spiced mead dripped down the back of his throat and warmed him from the inside. "Good." That was all she got out of him. She shrtugged, and smiled knowing that now the only thing that would releave him would be to get the whole ceremony over with. She poured her own cup of mead, then sat back and began a game of solitaire with the purloined cards, watching the nrvous hobbit eat, and wondering where Hue had gotten himself to...
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Postby Mellaurelom » Tue Nov 19, 2002 2:23 pm

oops...
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Postby Alandriel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 2:57 pm

As the lady introduced herself as Lindonbayne, Alandriel was reminded that her 'backland' manner would not do here and she blushed.<BR><BR><i>I am sorry not to have introduced myself propperly: Alandriel, I grew up in Gondor but took to travelling at a young age and have been at home everywhere and nowhere... This is a mighty package you have here...!</i><BR><BR>Carefully they moved it into the inn and Lin mentioned something about finishing it off - whatever 'it' should prove to be. Alandriel was intrigued... but also very thirsty at this point.<BR><BR><i>How about I get us a drink while you busy yourself and then we can have a talk, if you're so inclined. I don't know that many people here and I am intrigued about this present of yours. Do you mind? What can I get you?</i><BR><BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 3:14 pm

After taking a few more deep breaths of the fresh crisp fall air Vana headed back to the Inn. Swiftly moving along the path back to the stables then moving back to the kitchen door. She snuck back in the back door and up the stairs to the room where Lurea and the bridesmaids were finishing up.<BR><BR>She stood in the doorway and smiled watching Lurea and the other ladies. These were some of her best friends that she had gone through much with in the last few seasons. Her heart was lifted to be a part of such a great group of friends.<BR><BR>So silently she stole back into the room and waited leaning against the wall for her cue as to what was expected of her next.
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Postby elengil » Tue Nov 19, 2002 3:21 pm

"I'm making friends with Orcs and starting to find Men attractive.. What is wrong with me?" Ëarelen was sure she was coming down with some strange disease. Not that she minded Deore. She found her very pleasant, but was a little stumped at how she was able to easily accept her. Ëarelen peeked back out at the crowd in the main room, the Human sat with Scrib, and Vanan and Dima were still at their table. Closing the door, Ëarelen decided to just hop out the window. She would come back later when her head had cleared. <BR><BR>She eased herself over the sill and onto the ground several feet below, then walked around behind the Inn and found Seth. Mounting him she decided she'd just lay on his back while he grazed. She stared at the clouds skittering across the sky and played a meloncholy tune on her flute. The tune did seem to cheer her, but not the way she had hoped. <BR><BR>She kept her ears trained on the sounds flowing from the Inn so as not to miss the start of the wedding. "I love weddings. Especially when they're someone elses." She giggled to herself.
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Postby Briltaig » Tue Nov 19, 2002 3:40 pm

Briltaig stood at the edge of the woods, watching a fair blonde elf dancing amongst the trees, enchanted by her lithe motions, entraced by her otherworldly appearance in the flowing gown and earthy appearance. But all too soon she left, leaving him alone in the expanse, though he did not feel solitary amongst the gaiety of the decorations.<BR><BR>But how to approach her? He wondered, kicking the leaf-strewn ground with his tall black boot. His clothes were of ebony, matching his hair and eyes, his skin a rugged tan from years beneath the sun's harsh rays. Yet he was not an old man, not by any means, being of Numenorean descent, one of those who escaped the land before the last boat sailed from its shores.<BR><BR>He knew not what to do, so he propped himself against a sturdy beech, for he did not know the couple to be wed. Indeed he had come only at a request from an old friend, one who had been killed in battle, one who spoke only one word as he bled..."Vana".
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Postby Aliana » Tue Nov 19, 2002 4:14 pm

As Aliana dismounted, her cheeks were flushed pink from the hurried ride and the brisk autumn air. <i>Eyriel is going to</i> kill <i>me</i>, she thought as she led her big gelding into the stables, <i>and with good reason, too.</i> Aliana had volunteered to help out with the flowers- a big job at a wedding as decorated as this one.<BR><BR><i>A wedding</i>, she thought as she headed towards the Inn, hastily brushing off the front of her green dress and making sure the gift she had brought was securely at her side. The last time she had helped in preparations for a wedding... Well, now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to think about now, and how happy Hobbi and Lurea would be together.<BR><BR>She went around to the back of the building, where the heaviest of the decorating was taking place. She smiled and nodded greetings to all the familiar faces, looking about for Eyriel all the while. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a spot of black amongst the gold-and-brown hues of the wood. She turned. The spot of black was actually a man, standing stock-still at the edge of the forest with a strange expression on his face. Aliana wondered who this somber-looking fellow was, and why he had come to the wedding.<BR><BR>The sweet, melancholy sound of a solo flute pulled the girl's attention to her friend Earelen, who was sitting upon her horse some distance away. She was about to go and say hello, but then thought that for the moment the elf looked as if she would be best left alone with her thoughts. Brushing back the loose strands of dark hair from her face, Aliana smiled to herself and went about helping with the preparations.
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Postby Leoba » Tue Nov 19, 2002 4:19 pm

The touch of his lips on hers was as fire to her spirit. Months it seemed this had been the stuff of mere dreams. It was a wrench to pull away, even though she knew he was right and that she should attend the bride, and she could not help but turn back for one last kiss. <BR><BR>Leoba fairly skipped up the stairs, doing a very good impersonation of a Cheshire Cat as she went. There, on the turn in the stair she paused and looked down to where Dirk now stood at the bar. Her heart felt fit to burst and she just had to let a small sigh escape. He was too devastatingly handsome with his hair loosed like that and as she caught the glint in his eye she guessed that he knew her thoughts.<BR><BR>When Leoba regained the company of Lurea and her ladies, the bride was busy muttering her vows under her breath. She watched her friend, sensing how she fought to repress the nerves which naturally were going out of their way to beset her, as befitted such a momentous occasion. Finally with the advent of ElfAngel, matters were beginning to move apace and the bride was soon bedecked in all her finery and the briedsmaids were about to be caught.<BR><BR>"You're not getting away again Leoba", CrystalArwen saw her chance to pin down the young woman of Ithilien who had been acting in an unusually flightly fashion that day.<BR><BR>"Alright, alright". Leoba sumbitted to her ministrations with as much grace as she could muster, allowing her to pin back enough of her wayward locks to keep her hair out of her eyes for the duration. <BR>
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Postby Culanir » Tue Nov 19, 2002 4:50 pm

In the time it had taken Culanir to tidy himself up a bit, there had been several late arrivals and a good deal of bustle about the front door of the inn. He considered heading that way, towards the main door as any halfway reputable and logical customer would do. The knight knew though that it was not a day for ordinary custom, whatever he might choose to feign and that that was not the open course he wished to take.<BR><BR>The concerns that had led him to take to the road in the first place weighed heavy on his soul. The torch lit so many years ago by the love of his life had never gone out but now he could no longer tell if time had dimmed its blaze; it had been so very long without hope. But that nagging feeling knawed at the pit of his stomach, had been growing like a cancer and eating away at him ever since he'd heard. He had to know.<BR><BR>His leather-soled boots made little sound on the cobbles as he walked around to the back of the establishment. He had expected to see the typical back of a roadside inn; sheds and horse-manure, maybe a smithy. Instead his eyes were met by the exquisite elgance of a canopy-covered glade, set to the melody of the waterfall as a backdrop. The enchantment rang in the air.<BR><BR>There at the back stood a young man, clad in black quite alone and seemingly lost in thought.<BR><BR>"Excuse me" the knight interupted his train of thoughts, "can I ask what's happening here today?"<BR><BR>Briltaig turned to reply to the Gondorian knight.<BR>
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Postby byronie » Tue Nov 19, 2002 4:53 pm

Byronie started to make her way to the bar, glad that she had come across someone who she could really talk to and in turn someone who could talk to and trust her. Before she reached the bar, a voice caught her attention; she turned around and was surprised to see Marius there. He looked up and saw her straight away and Byronie found that she could do nothing more than stand there as he approached her. His eyes never leaving hers he bent down and kissed her hand. Byronie managed to keep her face composed as she spoke, <i>” I am surprised to see you here, I did not realise that you were coming. Um, I was just on my way to get drinks for my friend and I, would you like to join us?”</i><BR><BR>Byronie hoped that Tinu would not mind the company as she asked for the drinks. Marius insisted carrying over the glasses to the table and Byronie followed behind him, happy to see that Tinu was trying to suppress a smirk. When the elves eyes met, Tinu arched her eyebrow and Byronie raised her hands up in innocence behind the man’s back. Byronie was beginning to feel quite giggly after the outpouring of emotion earlier, so she hoped that he would introduce himself whilst she bit on her lip. Tinu moved around the table a little to let them sit down and Byronie saw her chance to quickly explain to her friend, <i>” I hardly know him either, but he knows no one here so I asked him to join us for a while. Another mans tales may help us forget our own.”</i> Tinu nodded and turned to him as he introduced himself<BR>
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Postby Briltaig » Tue Nov 19, 2002 5:42 pm

The longer Briltaig stood leaning against his tree, the more he learned about the couple to be wed. Apparently it was a hobbit and an elf...highly unusual. Hobbituk and Lurea were their names, according to some of the decorating ladies. Yet he cared not, for the lady he had come to see was no where in sight.<BR><BR>As he mused over the golden breeze that was Vana, he was surprised out of his thoughts by the presence of a young man, much careworn by emotions, apparently a knight of Gondor by his clothing and straight posture. Of a rare breed was this sort of man, yet something ailed him, though he tried his best to cover it.<BR><BR>"Excuse me" the knight interupted his train of thoughts, "can I ask what's happening here today?"<BR><BR>"My good sir, there is a wedding between the hobbit Hobbituk and the elf Lurea. Other than that, I know nothing. I am here only in the sake of duty and my business is not with the bride or groom. "<BR><BR>The tall Numenorean bowed curtly, though politeness softened his voice. However his agitation was not with the Gondorian, but with the too-long disappearance of the lady Vanaladiel. He had not expected such a lovely creature...and he did not look forward to giving his message to her, for if she were truly the love Thalas had spoken of, her lovely face would crumple at the news.<BR><BR>
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Postby Culanir » Tue Nov 19, 2002 6:22 pm

"My good sir, there is a wedding between the hobbit Hobbituk and the elf Lurea."<BR><BR>So it <i>was</i> true. Culanir didn't hear the rest of the sentence. He couldn't and wouldn't hear it. He put out an arm to steady himself slightly against an oak; not that he was physically shaken, but more to give himself every vestige of strength to prop his emotions and hold them together by their last tenuous threads. <BR><BR>His eyes closed, the memories flashed through his mind. And he saw as fresh as though it were in front of him there and then, the elf maiden as he had first seen her: it was the dead of winter and the White City was lit in the gloaming by forked lightning bolts and drenched in heavy rain. And an Elf maiden stood in the midst of it: her eyes blazing as though they were made of the very storm themselves; her dark hair plastered against her soft and creamy skin; her strong spirit shining forth with a brightness to rival the silmarils themselves. He left his heart unguarded and thus unwittingly made what was perhaps the biggest mistake of his life; he fell for Lurea. <BR><BR>It was true what the troubadours sang of. That love hurt as though the heart were pierced by an arrow.<BR><BR>He sank onto a tree stump at the edge of the glade, his skin pale between the black of his attire and the vivid gold of his hair and close-cropped beard.<BR>
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Postby Teltasarewen » Tue Nov 19, 2002 6:40 pm

<i>"Telta darlin ya look lovely." Erinhue’s kind words brought a rosiness to her cheeks and she smiled.<BR>“Oh I am sorry, I really should have ridden back with the two of you, you could have used my help, at least 'Ran most surely could have.” she placed her hand gently on his arm shaking her head</i> <BR><BR>“We were in no danger the journey back was quiet enough and enjoyable.”<i>she assured him.</i><BR><BR><i>She listened to every word he imparted about Beliran and she knew she could be patient. For him she would wait until the end of time itself for she liked him too and more than just a little.</i><BR><BR>“Thank you Erinhue I think I shall go and wish Turelie the very best.”<BR><BR>“Once again your wise counsel has set my mind at ease.” <i>Telta turned to leave then faced him once more.</i> “And I too like your brother more than a little.” <i>A bright smile lit up her face, a quick thank you kiss on the cheek and she was gone, off to see Turelie but first she would make a stop at her room.</i><BR><BR>
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Postby Lithtaur16 » Tue Nov 19, 2002 7:13 pm

<i>After delivering her gift to the couple, Lith led Nennaia back towards a wall as other well wishers and came foreward. The warmth and excitement intrinsic to any wedding had quite worked its way into the ranger and she wanted to know how her other friends were getting on in this jovial gathering.<BR>Knowing that it would be better for Nennaia to stay here, both so that the girl wouldn't dirty herself and that she wouldn't be late for her part, Lith told her to sit quiet in the corner unless someone asked the girl to help in some nominal way to keep her out of trouble.<BR> <BR>Sighing, the girl obediently took her place, though with a restlessness in her eye telling that she couldn't wait for the ceremony to get started. <BR>Her eyes were wide in awe as the child's attention shifted away from her guardian and father's friend. The women around her were so beautiful and some of them were elves! Nennaia had heard of elves several times and had met Lith's Mirkwood friends and Bardic friends on passing visits, but the utter amazement had somehow still not faded from her mind and imagination. <BR>She did not notice when Anaiu took her usual place as the girl's "nanny", but she did find the basket of rose petals meant for her part in the ceremony; making her all the more fitful.<BR><BR>Seeing Nameer's daughter in Anaiu's care and nicely distracted, Lith smiled at the others before descending the stairs into the commonroom. <BR>After paying for a light ale, she took her proclivical corner and commenced scanning the crowd over...</i>
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Postby Eyriel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 7:24 pm

Unable to get a response out of Ture amidst all the bustle and excitement, Eyriel retreated back downstairs, feeling out of place and slightly alone. As she made her way across the main dining room, she caught Aliana out of the corner of her eye, walking in the other direction. Eyriel turned quickly and headed for the other woman, calling out to her.<BR><BR>"Aliana! Where have you been?" <BR><BR>Aliana turned and rushed to meet Eyriel. "Oh, Eyriel, I'm so sorry I'm late! I've been looking all over for you!"<BR><BR>Eyriel gave her friend a hug. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you've finally made it! All the flower arrangements are pretty much done, and I've finished putting together all the bouquets. It's all in the back, off the kitchen. Come on!" <BR><BR>She led Aliana to the room where she'd been working, and where all the bouquets were laid out on a large table, ready to be picked up.<BR><BR>"Well," Eyriel asked, "what do you think?"
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Postby Aliana » Tue Nov 19, 2002 7:46 pm

Aliana smiled as she surveyed her friend's handiwork. The elegant bouquets were lovingly composed and neatly bound- the perfect compliment to the fine autumn wedding which this would surely turn out to be.<BR><BR>"Eyriel, they're beautiful!" Aliana's guilt rose again: "I can't believe you did this all by yourself- I certainly couldn't have."<BR><BR>"It's fine," the hobbit smiled good-naturedly. "And besides, there's still work to be done out back."<BR><BR>The two maidens strolled out to the rear of the Inn, where things were already shaping up quite nicely. The graceful lines of the canopy accentuated the background of gold and crimson foliage.<BR><BR>"I think that the autumn is the most beautiful time for a wedding," Aliana mused. "When things are changing and turning, and the air keeps you awake..." her voice trailed off, her tone lowering slightly as she seemed to stare at some point far in the distance. "Well, I'm rambling again," she said, louder than was necessary. "Shall we find what needs to be done?"
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Postby Aerin » Tue Nov 19, 2002 8:31 pm

(OOC - <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> Okay, fine, YOU try doing long thick hair in a ton of tiny braids in a short amount of time! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Sandra!!)<BR><BR><i>Aerin, her hair finally done up, quickly tucked the white flower from Parm in among the braids and got up. Lurea handed her a note and she left, seeking out Parm once again.<BR><BR>The Elf handed him the note and waited in case he had a reply.</i>
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Postby PrincessMelika » Tue Nov 19, 2002 9:07 pm

Once again, PM rode with all speed on her mare Kidja, racing to reach the merry festivities. Reaching the Lucky Fortune Inn, she tied her mare to the post, the tired horse shook her head, and bent down to idly chew on some grass that grew around the post's base.<BR><BR>Opening the great front door, it creaked as she entered, announcing her presence. Shyly, she picked up her riding skirt, and rushed for the stairs. Slipping down the hall, she heard the giggles of excited ladies, along with exchanged jokes, advice and stories. Opening the door, she saw Lurea, with the other bridesmaids. <BR><BR>"I'm here!" The others looked unimpressed. "At least she didn't bring any hens with her this time, she thought she heard someone mutter teasingly, but it was whispered so lowly that she wasn't sure that the comment wasn't merely a figment of her imagination. PM gave an apologetic grin to the bride, and began to get ready. <BR><BR>
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Postby Vanaladiel » Tue Nov 19, 2002 9:13 pm

Seeing PM come rushing in Vana jumped in to help direct her to a room where she could freshen up and get into her gown.<BR><BR>Once she reappeared with her gown on Vana ushered her to the area for getting her hair brushed out and styled for the wedding.<BR><BR>Vana knew that PM felt as if they were rushing her around and doing things in a hurry so she couldnt help but start talking to PM about things so that she would sit still and let the hair dressers get her hair in place. This also worked to help her feel not so quickly paced through the steps of getting prepared.
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