The Fellowship of the Palantíri

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Postby qwertymoo » Sat Dec 20, 2003 11:24 am

Glad that the meeting was underway so that attention was taken from his late arrival, the dwarf sat back attentively listening to both Denethor and his lieutenant, Searan, give an accounting of something he found utterly unbelievable: seeing-stones/Palantiri.<BR><BR>Brickleboar’s knowledge (or lack thereof) of such things was mainly due to the fact that their presence was never known east of the Misty Mountains, into his homeland of the Iron Hills. Even in his travels he hadn’t heard of such items: magic he presumed. He distrusted magic. He’d seen its effects: seen some wonderful things take place, but also saw things go terribly wrong when called upon. He would just as soon trust his mattock and axes as they were items he could see and feel.<BR><BR>The conversation droned on and yet Brickleboar still heard nothing of dire interest to himself other than to gain an advantage over Mordor. <i>“Denethor was right, ”he thought, “it was obvious that forces were headed toward Mordor. Even orckind from the Misty Mountains were headed east and south with only faint inklings of anything happening on the Western side of the range - skirmishes as best.”</i> This explained much to the dwarf - there were always rumors in battle, but these confirmed some of them: lack of orcs west of the Misty Mountains.<BR><BR>It also explained why he hadn’t done much in the ways of mercenary work in the past months. He had predominantly headed south along the Misty Mountains down into Gondor, where he settled in a small forest community on the outskirts of the Tawer-in-Druedain north of Minas Tirith.<BR><BR>Something of what he had just told Denethor was still stuck in his mind - <i>“..trouble Denethor had gone through to find me and why?”</i><BR><BR><i>“How was the Steward of Gondor able to find the me,” thought Bricklebor. “I haven’t been fighting for months, and suddenly I have a soldier from Minas Tirith handing a me a summons to be in the Steward’s presence.”</i> Something didn’t make sense, but the answer eluded him as subtly as the question he should be asking. He didn’t like surprises, especially in battle or just prior to one and if he accepted the ridiculousness of this mission for the ‘seeing-stones’, then there needed to be some questions answered.<BR><BR><i>“Bah, Let the ranger-be-lieutenant follow her Steward,” mused Brickleboar. “She could follow him into the maw of Sauron for all I care.”</i><BR><BR>“Saeran, if I may ask,” started the dwarf, “but you said there were seven seeing-stones as it were. Does anyone currently know where the other three happen to be?” Then, turning his attention to Denethor he decided to show his ignorance in this matter, “If you would be so kind as to enlighten an ignorant old dwarf Lord Denethor, and you’ll pardon any pun, but I don’t ‘see’ where any of this is leading. Of what use would these stones be to us, or the cause of the impending clash with Mordor? So far all we know is some of them are lost. Where did they come from and what is their true purpose?”<BR><BR>Brickleboar placed his arms upon the table and waited for an explanation. He woudl swear fealty to no one or no cause without reasoning. As far as payment for any services, that conversation would have to happen at another time and place - but he had a feeling he'd probably be meeting this Steward of Gondor in the fires of Mount Doom before he'd see one silver piece from this lot.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sat Dec 20, 2003 2:03 pm

Brickleboar must have gotten irritated at the whispering that was going on when he came in late and after Denethor had commented to him. As he sat done he noticed Luinil conveying something to Santhec. Getting flushered he quickly started to apolgize for his lateness in a rather annoyed tone to Luinil...<BR><BR>"I dont expect an apology..." Luinil started to say but was cut off by the dwarf... She was going to say that he didnt need to apologize to her, and that he didnt have to use a annoyed tone with her. He didnt even know her or what she said to Santhec. He carried on now talking to Denethor.<BR><BR>Her outlook of Brickleboar wasnt turning out to be good. Luinil had always though that dwarves had been a quirky and interesting peoples at times to be quick to anger. Brickleboar must have had a ruff past to be the way he is now she thought to herself. <BR><BR>Finally Denethor started the meeting. He told the group of why he summoned them on their quest to retrieve the Palantiri. Soon he called apon Saeran to tell of the Palatiri's history. Nothing new there to Luinil. Having her mother teach her the lore of the Eldar and of Middle-earth and having Mithrandir come and teach her more lore of the race of men always helped out when lore was being talked about. <BR><BR>Saeran looked displeased when she sat down. Apperanly she didnt like to convey that part of lore to the group and was annoyed that she had to. Denethor continued on to tell them when they would be leaving and was about to dismiss them when Brickleboar piped up with some rather good questions. Questions that Luinil herself was about to ask. It seemed that the dwarf was experienced in this sort of thing.
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Postby Aiwe » Sat Dec 20, 2003 3:35 pm

As the dwarf talked, Santhec fidgeted nervously in his seat. Crow, puzzled by his master's sudden unease, whined quietly. <BR><BR><i>He does not know the power of these things!</i> Santhec raged in the quiet of his own mind. <i>My old master the Eye has one, and he uses it to corrupt and control his servant the White Hand. I know this all too well. I have seen them! They cannot be trusted. They are all connected, all tainted by the Eye!</i> He looked up at his new master. <i>But how cold a spy like me know such things?</i> he sighed ruefully. <i>And if I had knowledge of the lost seeing stones, then why didn't I tell my master the instant I found out? If I speak now, I will lose the trust of my master and I shall be found out. If I say nothing, then we shall be running a fool's errand.</i> He cocked his head at the elf beside him. <i>Or maybe not....Perhaps the elves have the power to purify the stones? It is a far-fetched guess, though. There is nothing for it, it seems. My master wishes to have the stones, and so the stones I shall bring him.</i> He leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. <i>What have you gotten yourself into now, Santhec?</i><BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Sun Dec 21, 2003 1:08 am

"Who would take on this task in order to defend the people of Gondor?" Denethor asked.<BR><BR>Once again the great wooden doors of the council chamber creaked swiftly and noisily open, revealing a solitary figure making her way through the long white hall to the council table. Lord Denethor scowled at the new-comer, but his face showed half-concealed awe at the same time.<BR><BR>The person making her way towards the others was obviously of the Eldar. Her immaculately white breeches and tunic were of fine fabric, and her golden cape only added to her golden luminescence. Lady Aremin shone with a faint but conspicuous golden aura, due to her golden brown hair, eyes, and gold-pigmented ivory skin. She made her way silently to the table and sat down, her brown knee-high, doeskin boots never making a sound on the marble floor. <BR><BR>"And what, lady elf, makes you think that you may arrive late to my council and disturb us here?" Denethor asked haughtily. <i>More than a few things...</i> Aremin thought sarcastically before looking the Steward in the eyes and standing gracefully. He looked away slightly, mesmerized by the golden threads showing forth from the deep blue color of Aremin's eyes.<BR><BR>"My lord Denethor of Gondor, I most abjectly apologize for my late arrival. Before the Lady Galadriel sent me here, my journey took me to the house of Elrond, for I was to meet a companion elf of Mirkwood there to travel with. It seems that she was but a day ahead of me, and so, due to the fastness of my horse, I arrive only an hour or two after her," Aremin said, still staring intently at Denethor. He did not think much of the elf's unconcerned manner towards him, but likewise she thought little of the Steward either. Some said he was going mad..."I shall not delay the council longer." Aremin sat gracefully back down.<BR><BR>She looked around as a beardless dwarf began to speak. Aremin's eyes rested upon the only other elf present, the lady from Mirkwood, no doubt. As the dwarf droned on about payment and allegiance, Aremin's mind was taken to another time, and another place...<BR><BR><i>Laughter is heard, and soon three dark haired elves round the corner of a passage-way, presumably making their way to Elrond's great hall at Imladris. </i>"Do not touch it, Elladan! For you shall ruin my hair-do!" <i>The elf-lady named Aremin walks merrily between her two male cousins, Elladan and Elrohir. The twins' father and Aremin's uncle, Lord Elrond, is hosting a gathering of the Eldar at Imladris for the celebration of his newest child, whom he and Celebrian have named Arwen Undomniel, the Evenstar.</i><BR><BR>"And who do you wish to impress, cousin?" Elrohir asks, casting Aremin a sideways glance. Aremin smiles coyly and Elladan responds, smiling at Aremin with a glint in his dark blue eyes. "Why, I do believe that Aremin is fond of Lord Glorfindel, my dear brother. Is that not why he has been paying many visits to Lorien as of late, and why we have seen so much more of our lovely cousin here in Imladris lately?" This last remark earns Elladan a sharp tap on the cheek from Aremin as the three enter Elrond's great hall. <BR><BR>Many elves of different dress and manner are lingering about, some from Lothlorien, from Mirkwood, from the Grey Havens, and of course,from Rivendell. Suddenly a voice is heard from the right wall of the great stone and carved wood dwelling, carrying over to the cousins above the din of talking, laughing, singing. "Hail, Elladan and Elrohir! Hail Aremin!" the Prince of Mirkwood exclaims. The half-elven cousins daintily pick their way through groups of elves who are conversing, singing, and dancing over to where Legolas Greenleaf is standing. <BR><BR>Resting upon Legolas's long arm is a slender white hand belonging to a lovely elf maiden whom the twins and Aremin do not yet know. "Mae govannen, Elrohir and Elladan. Oio naa elealla alasse' << Ever is thy sight a joy>>, Aremin," Legolas says to the radiant elf maiden standing in between her male cousins. Aremin takes this moment to study the other elven female, who, in Aremin's oppinion, is stunningly beautiful. The elf maid smiles at Aremin, and feeling warmed by her presence, smiles cordially back as Prince Legolas says, "My friends, meet my beloved, the lady Luinil of Mirkwood." <BR><BR>Aremin feels a slight pang of longing looking at the regal couple from Mirkwood, until with her keen elven senses, she feels her love is near, possibly right behind her. "Ah, my lord Glorfindel," Legolas says to the person now right behind Aremin, and a deep but melodius voice responds," Prince Legolas, good to see you here. Aremin, I have found you!" As Aremin turns to look up at Glorfindel, she catches a look that Elrohir is shooting Elladan, a look of knowing and mischief...<BR><BR>Aremin snapped back to the present and recovered from her day-dream to see the elf lady smiling at her, the same smile Aremin had seen from the lady Luinil hundreds of years ago at Arwen's birth celebration. So Legolas's beloved had been sent to this council? <i>At least now I am familiar with one of the fellowship's members</i> With that thought Aremin smiled affably back at Luinil, as she had done many years ago.
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Postby fishy071 » Sun Dec 21, 2003 6:09 am

The council finally began. Fishy perked up her ears as Denethor and Saeren spoke about the palantiri. The were exactly what she heard and read about.<BR><BR>Gandalf had often warned her and others about the dangers of palantiri whenever he came to Gondor. Denethor told them that they were the fellowship to find the stones. Fishy wished she could be in the Fellowship of the Ring she had heard from Lunil, but it was too late. The Steward told them that they would be leaving at 10:00 P.M. tomorrow, and asked, "Who would take on this task in order to defend the people of Gondor?"<BR><BR>Saeren agreed. Brickleboar seemed curious, and was asking quite a few questions while Fishy had a bad feeling about Santhec. It seemed as if he was hiding something evil.<BR><BR>Fishy was about to answer Brickleboar’s questions when the doors opened, and in stepped a female elf with golden brown hair. Fishy listened as the elf apologized to the arrogant Denethor and mentioned something about meeting a traveling companion.<BR><BR>“Could it be Lunil?” Fishy wondered. She was right. The elf sat down, went into some daydream, and smiled at Lunil.<BR><BR>Fishy then spoke, “Our Steward Denethor has one of the palantir, and there is another one at Elostirion. I have a bad feeling about Saruman using the Orthanc Stone.” She wanted to say that Denethor is probably going mad from the palantir, but she knew it would only be trouble.<BR><BR>“To tell the truth, I’ve heard that palantiri are dangerous,” she added. "Maybe this quest might not be a good idea."
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Postby Lanuviel » Sun Dec 21, 2003 6:43 am

"They would be even more dangerous in the hands of the enemy." <i>Saeran stated, rising from her sitting position and walking around the table until she was alongside Denethor, who graciously - for the Steward - gave her the floor. Her ash-coloured eyes reflected the flames from the open fire at the other end of the hall, and from the various candles arranged around the room. Now, she knew what she was talking about... and a light had sparked behind Santhec's eyes also. <BR><BR>So, at least he seemed to understand, whoever he truly was.</i><BR><BR>"What I believe Denethor's aim is, is to <b>neutralise</b> the stones, for lack of a better word. If Sauron has a stone - and we must assume he does - then we cannot use them, for fear of corruption." <i>She glanced around, nodding at Brickleboar to show him that his question was soon to be answered. She felt now that she had afairly good grasp on the aim of her Lord, enough to speak for him in Layman's terms.</i> "What we <b>can</b> do, however, is remove them from his grasp - for without them, he cannot corrupt those who would find and use them. He could not use it to see into our territory... and if they can be 'purified', in any way, then an extra advantage would come our way." <i>She took abreath, and turned to the Dwarf.</i> <BR><BR>"In response to your question, Brickleboar Cutter, the remaining three are safe: one is with Saruman the White, in Orthanc. One is in the Tower Hills, near the area of Middle-Eath known as the 'Shire', and the other is here, in Minas Tirith."
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Sun Dec 21, 2003 10:13 am

Neutralize the stones...<i>Twould not be a job for a mortal...</i>Aremin thought. She watched the young woman as she was speaking, standing near Lord Denethor. The woman was tall, but not as tall as either Aremin or Luinil, and thin but probably well muscled, as her hands were calloused from work and she had the look of a ranger upon her. Aremin caught the name Saeran from amongst the other words about the remaining Palantiri, and thought that this must be the woman's name.<BR><BR>She was pretty, yes pretty indeed, but not utterly beautiful due to her somewhat manlike reflexes and mannerisms. With her elvish senses Aremin probed the woman's emotions, feeling great self-reliance in her, yet also some unease. Remarkably, the woman noticed, for she cast Aremin a look of confusion and suspicion. Aremin withdrew her probing, and decided to study the other members of the group.<BR><BR>She noticed a dark-haired man next to a woman (or was she a girl?) that resembled Boromir of Gondor, whom Aremin had met at Imladris only a few days before. Faramir! Aremin's mind cried out, and she remembered meeting him once or twice before on her journies to the White City. He gave a small smile, and so did the young woman next to him. Aremin smiled back at both of them, but grew more serious as the council proceeded.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sun Dec 21, 2003 2:01 pm

All of a sudden the doors to the counsel room creeked open and an elf walked gracefully in as all elves do. There was something really familiar about her. That golden glow around her was different from the silvary moon lit glow around all elves and Luinil had seen it before. <BR>It was Aremin. The lovely elf at the celebration of the birth of Arwen Undomiel with Glorfindel.<BR>Aremin took her seat and glanced at Luinil before she gazed off remebering a memory long ago. The same one that Luinil was thinking about herself. She smiled at Aremin. <BR>Luinil was gladdened for now she was not the only elf to go on this mission.<BR><BR>Saeran got up and stood beside Denethor and replied to Brickleboar's question.<BR>Something caught Luinil's attention.<BR>Neutralize the Palantiri? that would mean that they would need the help of the Eldar.... Then that is why Lord Denethor called for the help of the elves. She glanced at Aremin who was coming to the same conclusion. <BR><BR>Saeran continued on talking about the other Palantir when Luinil felt a familiar pulse around her neck. Her necklace pulsed again. Someone must be trying to contact her. She could do nothing about it at the moment. She hoped that this counsel would end soon. She had many things to do. She wanted to talk with Aremin, she had to get back to the person summoning her and get some things for the quest before they left. <BR><BR>A look of relief came over her when the consel looked to be about over.
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Postby fishy071 » Mon Dec 22, 2003 3:21 am

Just then, Saeren stood, stated, "They would be even more dangerous in the hands of the enemy,” and walked over to Denethor.<BR><BR>“Oh yeah!” Fishy replied. “Why did I forget that? Stupid me!” She hit her head as Saeren talked about getting them away from Sauron to neutralize and purify them.<BR><BR>The brown-haired elf turned from Saeran to Mithnen and Faramir. They exchanged smiles. At the same time, Lunil looked anxious, but Fishy understood since she herself was often nervous.<BR><BR>Fishy wanted to get out of Denthor’s sight. There were some things she wanted to inform others after the counsel without the presence of the Steward as well as grabbing some books about the palantiri from the library. She wished Gandalf were here, but understood he was needed more in the Fellowship.<BR><BR>Fishy then volunteered, “I will take on the quest as well to get the palantiri before they fall into the wrong hands. However, how do we neutralize and purify them?”
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Postby Mithnen » Mon Dec 22, 2003 4:38 pm

Mithnen listened with silent curiosity as the meeting the progressed. When the late-comer (the Dwarf) had arrived, she cast a glance at Denethor, wondering if he had any snide comments to say to <i>him.</i> But of course he did, so she had nothing to worry about. Aftera brief interlude, the Steward had continued on his merry way, discussing his reasons for calling a council. Throughout all his speech (and that of the Ithilien Ranger's), she felt like his eye was uon her. It was not one of the two plain eyes that all in the company posessed, it was more of an inner-eye...like he was watching her with his mind, weighing her worth, her value to the company. She was probably the only one in attendance that had not been specifically sumoned, and for that she felt the feeling of inadequacy take hold of her heart.<BR><BR>And apparently, Faramir could feel her unease. He laid a brotherly hand upon her own and smiled. "Do not feel unwelcome," he whispered. "I have sent word to him of your coming and of your worth." Mithnen nodded and sighed, not fully convinced. "It appears we are in the same boat, you and I: niether of us can gain his approval." <BR><BR>She was just about to make her quiet reply when the council room doors burst open once again. This time, however, it was an Elf. A kind of radiance seemed to eminate from her. Immediately, Denethor attempted to reprimand her for coming so late; but she quickly apologized and shut the spiteful mouth of the Steward. As the she-Elf took her place, it was apparent to Mithnen that she had met Faramir before. <i>Who doesn't know him?</i> she asked herself. The Elf smiled at him, and then her eyes traveled to Mithnen. She gave a broad grin, which Mithnen obligingly returned.<BR><BR>Now she sat and listened as Saeran, the Ithilien Ranger, spoke of the Palantíri. And at her reference to the Stone of Annuminas, Minen's atention was securely grasped. She had heard of the lost Seeing Stones years before from Armithlas. They had been near the borders of Fangorn when she talked about them; mentioned them is probably a more accurate term... Already, Mithnen knew a little of the Stones. They were used to see far across the plains and more often than not their power completely corrupted the seer...or drove them mad. <i>As seems to be the case of our mighty Steward,</i> she commented dryly to herself.<BR><BR>"Who would take on this task in order to defend the people of Gondor?" Denethor asked once more. She knew that the Rangers and sodiers of Gondor and Ithilien were noble folk and defended their lands with great courage; but she had another thing on her mind.<BR><BR>"My lord Denethor," she started, finally braking her silence. "If it is not to bold for me to say: this task should not be caried out in the defense of the people of Gondor alone. There are many evil things that your stone walls and bright swords do not stay. But when dark things creep from houseless hills or sunles woods, they fly from the Northern Rangers. What peace or freedom would any know, including those of Gondor, if the Dunedain were asleep or gone to the grave? So this I beg: do not presume that only Gondor is worth protecting, for as long as there is breath in me I fight for not only Gondor, but for all the peoples of Middle-earth that would not know peace if the remnants of a scattered race had departed." Sighing, Mithnen took her seat and folded her hands upon the table. "So now that my charge has come under the shadow of an ancient enemy, I will also take on this task and defend <i>all of Middle-earth</i>." She enunciated the last words as sharply as if her tongue had turned into a dagger. She would not only represent Halbarad's company of Rangers, but all of the Dunedain, just as she would fight for all of Middle-earth.<BR><BR>((OOC: Errors. I'm on my dad's laptop and I'm running short on time so I can't corect them. Sorry!))
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Mon Dec 22, 2003 6:52 pm

Luinil noticed Fishy glancing at her. <BR>She is probably noticing my anxiety.... even as Luinil was thinking this the emotion left her and her apperance turned back to being calm. I can't let my emotion take over me. Thats two times this night that it has happened. It must not happen again.<BR><BR>Lord Denethor asked again "Who will join this quest?"<BR>Mithnen sitting next to Faramir got up and asked "Why only to denfend Gondor, why not other lands as well?"<BR><BR>Afther Mithnen sat down Luinil got up and giving no emotion other than being calm stated <BR>"I will go on this quest but not only to defend Gondor but also Greenwood from the evil that is spreading. As well as all Middle-earth. As i have said before i also want to help the Fellowship that left Rivendell on their quest as well. You have my bow!"<BR><BR>Sitting back down she felt pleased, now she thought i will be able to help my beloved and that little hobbit Frodo Baggins.
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Mon Dec 22, 2003 11:31 pm

Aremin watched as the young woman seated next to Faramir stood with child-like agility. She pledged not only to defend the kingdom of Gondor, but also to defend the whole of Arda, which was exactly the line Aremin's thoughts were taking. Her heart lay in Lothlorien, with the trees, grasses, streams, skys, and of course her people. Aremin already missed walking with the Lady Galadriel in her magnificent gardens, and riding her horse Fadres through the golden forests of mallorn trees near Caras Galadhon. Ah yes, Aremin took this quest upon herself to guard her beloved homeland, but also she wished to defend Imladris (as if Elrond didn't!) which was where her family and her love dwelt. <BR><BR>Next lady Luinil stood and pledged herself to the quest, making the cynical Steward eye her warily. To Aremin it seemed that Denethor was having an internal battle: Whether to accept the allegiance of the Elves, for he sorely needed their wisdom and power, or to reject if for fear of treachery, greed, and betrayal from the Eldar. Aremin could see through the Lord's face into his mind as if it were as transparent as water. <BR><BR>After Luinil sat down once more, Aremin stood gracefully. Usually she deferred to no one, save her uncle and the Lord and Lady of Lorien. She was a noble elf, and did not bow to men, and therefore when she stood she made not even the slightest inclination of subservility to Denethor. He noted this, but dismissed it as Aremin drew Uveneth, her long elvish blade, and laid it flat upon her slender palms. It too glowed faintly but its light grew brighter at the touch of the elf's hands. <BR><BR>"My honourable lord Denethor, I give my allegiance to you for this quest, promising loyalty to my fellow companions and loyalty to you, and in this I mean I will not betray you by treachery or theft of the stones, should I or the other members aquire one." Aremin finished, and noted that the Steward's face had become less mistrustful, but no less cold or drawn with cares. The other members of the Council stirred as Aremin sat once more, replacing Uveneth into its scabbard with a slight <i>snick</i>. <BR><BR>The remaining councillors who had not said yay or nay to the quest yet were given a small amount of time to ponder their decisions and answer to Denethor. It was time.
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Postby Aiwe » Tue Dec 23, 2003 1:11 am

Santhec stood. He did not like the quest at all, but he had no choice in the matter. He bowed low, and head still down, said, "It is my honour to serve the Steward and the White Tree of Gondor. I am, of course, at your service in this endeavour, my lord."<BR><BR>He sat back down, feeling hollow and sick inside. <i>What have I done? The Stones bring naught but ruin! Have I grown so selfish that my safe, comfortable--hah!--life is more important than the safety of the realm?</i><BR><BR>Angrily, he turned from the proceedings, bowed himself out, and stalked down to the stables. He stopped briefly to collect the various sharp pointy objects he'd left with the guards, then swept through the cold stone halls in brooding silence.<BR><BR>His mind was seething. <i>I do now what is not right. Yet I could do little else. The glow in my lord's eyes is a glow that will not be dampened by one spy's "bad feeling". He will search for the stones no matter what I say, no matter what I do. His heart and mind are bent upon them. He hungers for the power that surrounds them in legend. Is one not enough? His servant says they will be taken for safekeeping. Now why do I doubt that?</i> He turned the corner, entering the stuffy, horse-smelling warmth of the stables. <BR><BR>A man stood and bowed, and made to fetch Horror for him, but Santhec waved him back to his seat. 'I shall see to it, thank you."<BR><BR>He reached Horror's stall in the far back, where it was warm and free of draughts, and carefully checked to see if anyone was nearby. The area was deserted, save for a few fine horses, made edgy by the presence of the great black stallion. <BR><BR>Santhec pulled a package wrapped in waxed paper from a pouch at his belt. Carefully he unwrapped it, exposing a still-bloody chunk of raw fat-pork. "Here. I know how tired you are of oats and hay, my friend," he whispered, as the stallion hungrily devoured the meat. Sharp yellow teeth flashed in the torchlight. He set the waxed paper on the floor so that crow could lick up the blood and scraps, and then set about getting Horror harnessed and ready to ride. There were things he needed to see to before the clock struck ten.<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby fishy071 » Tue Dec 23, 2003 2:03 am

Fishy listened as Mithnen spoke about protecting all of Middle-Earth, and Lunil, about Mirkwood. They were right, and Fishy felt hope coming. However, Denethor didn't seem to trust the elves.<BR><BR>After the brown-haired elf stood up, showed her sword, and said, "My honourable lord Denethor, I give my allegiance to you for this quest, promising loyalty to my fellow companions and loyalty to you, and in this I mean I will not betray you by treachery or theft of the stones, should I or the other members aquire one," some of the mistrust appeared to leave his face.<BR><BR>As the others were making their choices, Santhec interrupted, "It is my honour to serve the Steward and the White Tree of Gondor. I am, of course, at your service in this endeavour, my lord." He seemed restless and wanted to leave.<BR><BR>Fishy then stood and reminded, "As I mentioned, I'll take on the quest." She pulled out a shuriken and some herbs from her waist pouch, and made a martial arts fist. "You have my shurikens, martial arts, and herbs. I will try to learn more about the palantiri in the library."<BR><BR>Santhec was getting angry, and excused himself out of the room. Where was he going? Fishy didn't trust him, but remained at the council.<BR><BR>She added, "As Mithnen and Lunil mentioned, this is not just for Gondor, but all of Middle-Earth. Maybe we could one day make peace with the Easterlings and Haradrims as well, and help protect their lands. Remember, the West as well. In the First and Second Ages, danger reached them, too, so we must prevent that from happening again. Everyone's homes are important. This is also an opportunity to unite all races of Middle-Earth."
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Postby Mithnen » Wed Dec 24, 2003 9:26 am

Mithnen remained silent for much of the Council. Other voices spoke up in response to Denethor's proposition. Some were merely stating facts and some were stating opinions. She wasn't listening. Too many thoughts were clouding her mind, blurring her sense of reality. <i>Pay attention.</i> She blinked and tried to focus on the conversations taking place. Currently, one of the other nameless council members was having a heated argument with another.<BR><BR>"To attempt to harness one of the Palantíri, let alone two or three would be utter madness!" he shouted.<BR><BR>"And to wait until the agents of the Dark Lord find it would be suicide," argued the other. "The Seeing Stones would be safer in Minas Tirith."<BR><BR>Her head began to drop. Her focus was blurring once more. <i>Stay awake.</i> She jerked upright in her chair and tried to listen to the debate taking place. She sighed and stood again. Turning to Denethor, she bowed and said, "My lord, if I may take my leave-" The Steward's hand waved abover his head, a gesture meaning 'Do what you will, I care not'. She bowed once more and crossed the marble floor to the heavy doors. <BR><BR>She reached the outside without trouble or interference. The sun had just risen above the western horizon. Mithnen's cold gray eyes looked out to the west, knowing that leagues upon leagues away there lay the sea. There was the crash of waves, the smell of salt, and the gulls' cry. She had been born by the sea and now she yearned for it.<BR><BR>"My lady!" came a voice. She turned and saw Beregond walking towards her. <BR><BR>She turned away and started walking through the street. "Do not call me that," she stated as she felt him draw nearer. "And do not follow me." She heard the slight 'tap' of the guard's boots cease. Her steps didn't falter as she continued on her way towards the stables. The air was still cold. Now she felt regret at leaving Denethor's warm halls. <i>Warm? Yes.</i> she thought. <i>Comfortable? I'd rather lie on a bed of spikes.</i> <BR><BR>Entering the city's stables, she felt the presence of someone already lurking through the shadows. She stopped only momentarily, debating whether she should continue or turn back. Pushing the paranoid thoughts out of her mind, she walked forward to find the hold that the stable boys had put her horse in. "Nahar," she said with a smile as she came up to a dark gray mare. "Hope you've had a better time than me-"<BR><BR>"Greetingsss," stated an unnamed voice. She stepped away from the shadows that it had come from. "Don't remember me? I speak to the Ranger of the North, do I not?"<BR><BR>"You do," she replied. It was here that Santhec decided to step forward. She sighed in relief. "Oh, it's you." Her eyes darted to the horse that he led. <i>Here's an odd one,</i> she thought. "The meat? Is it for your dog?"<BR><BR>"The horssse," the Harad responded. <BR><BR>She nodded. "Oh, well...everyone's got to get their iron in, eh?" She felt unnerved. Something about this man was unsettling. Mithnen didn't trust him at all.
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Postby Aiwe » Wed Dec 24, 2003 7:31 pm

"Yess," said Santhec. "He likes the protein."<BR><BR>The black stallion glanced curiously at the ranger with his pale-blue eyes.<BR><BR>"Er...right. Yes," said Mithnen.<BR><BR>"I shall see you this evening, Mithnen. Fare well." Santhec led Horror out, the only sound the clop of steel-shod hooves. He'd taken some care with the bridle and harness just now--at every place where metal met metal and could make a sound, Santhec had wrapped and tied strips of black cloth around the steel parts, to silence them. <BR><BR>Nahar fidgeted and gave a nervous whinny as man, horse, and dog went past, then settled comfortably once they were gone. Mithnen let out a quiet breath of relief.<BR><BR>"I think we shall pay a visit to an old friend. You remember Reng, Crow."<BR><BR>The dog perked up at the sound of the name, and trotted happily beside Horror as they decended into the outermost ring of Minas Tirith, to the shops that clung to the rockface, where one could find numerous goods and services in certain shady establishments, no questions asked. Santhec tended to frequent these, rather than the bustling marketplaces where eyes were always watching.<BR><BR>He parked Horror outside a dimly-lit shop, and tied his reins to an iron ring for the look of the thing. "Keep an eye out for me," he whispered in one of Crow's batlike ears. The dog obediently took up station in front of the horse-ring. Crow made an excellent anti-theft device, and was very good at ensuring that no one took too keen an interest in either the black horse or the hound.<BR><BR>The door was shut against the cold, and dark curtains had been drawn against prying eyes. Santhec took a little bottle of oil from a belt pocket, dribbled a bit of the fluid on each hinge and squirted a little inside the keyhole, replaced the bottle, and entered the shop without the slightest sound. He shut the door quickly, silently, and oozed over to the counter where a man was polishing a secondhand silver kettle with his back to the door.<BR><BR>Santhec carefully rested his elbows on the counter, and watched the industriously-polishing man for some time. He also looked about the familiar cramped shop from behind his dark glasses, taking in the carefully bare walls and the sparsely-filled shelves. Reng, he knew, was not a man you bought from. He was a man who ensured that you got exatcly what you asked for. Those things might have a little bit of blood spattered on them by the time they reached Reng's perpetually-dirty hands, but he got them to you, and he got them to you quick and quiet. <BR><BR>Santhec wondered how many hands the silver kettle had passed through, and who it had been stolen from. Eventually, he turned back to the man behind the counter, and said "Boo."<BR><BR>The man jumped a good half-foot into the air, despite his paunch, dropping the kettle and polishing rag with a little yelp. He turned around, sharp as a snake, and blinked a few times. "Oh," he said eventually, with little enthusiasm. "It's you."<BR><BR>"Did you miss me?"<BR><BR>"You oiled the hinges for me again, didn't you, Arandakh," said Reng, stooping over with a slight grunt to retrieve his kettle and rag. He examined the silver item, and, finding no new dents, began attacking it with the rag again.<BR><BR>"Yes. Wasn't that kind of me."<BR><BR>"Look, I know you're not here to chat, so lets just get on with it, shall we? And where's that mutt of yours? Darned dog gives me the creeps."<BR><BR>"He's out in front, guarding that horse of mine and, hopefully, giving other people the creeps."<BR><BR>Reng looked slightly relieved by that. "Awright, then," he sighed. "What'll it be this time, then?"<BR><BR>Santhec pulled a folded piece of paper from a fold in his robes, and passed it over to the man. "I shall be back at three this afternoon. I am assuming I can trust you to get everything...quietly."<BR><BR>"That's what I'm here for," he said. There was a pause. Reng cleared his throat theatrically. <BR><BR>"Half now. The rest when I return." Santhec let a handful of silver and copper clink onto the counter. <BR><BR>"Right you are. Pleasure doin' buisness with you," Reng smiled and touched his greasy cap.<BR><BR>"No it's not. It's just a pleasure to have silver weighing down your pockets. Now get to work."<BR><BR>Reng considered this a moment, then said, "Fair enough. I'll see you a three...and Arandakh?"<BR><BR>"Yes."<BR><BR>"Don't bring the dog."<BR><BR>Santhec didn't reply. He merely turned and left, silent as a shadow.<BR><BR>Reng shivered a little, scolded himself for doing so, and then went out the back way to see about the cloaked man's order.<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Wed Dec 24, 2003 8:23 pm

Council had grown quite drab and repetitive as the first rays of a grey and uneventful dawn reached through the clear glass window's of Denethor's hall. The pale, somewhat melancholy light played along the lines of the stone statues of past kings and stewards ringing the room, making their moving shadows give them the semblance of life. Elves did not need to rest, really, but then on the other hand elves did not give their attention to something that they deemed unimportant. As for Aremin, she deemed the arguing and the ongoing debate about the danger-level of the Palantiri unimportant. As long as they had pledged themselves to find the stones, their dangerousness meant little. <BR><BR>She stood quietly, but Denethor's sharp eyes detected Aremin's every move out of pure suspicion. He watched her finely crafted golden cloak sway around her for a few seconds, making the silence ring before he asked, "Yes?" with obvious irritation. <BR><BR>"Lord, the night has been long and I must see to other things before ten o'clock this night, one of them being a bit of rest. I also need to tend my horse and belongings for the long journey, among other things," Aremin finished and inclined her head only very slightly before turning on her heel and sweeping silently out of the long and now fully sunlit hall. The last phrase 'among other things..' had caught the Steward's attention and made him even more suspicious of the lady elf. Never would he learn to trust one of the Eldar. Aremin knew this, and she loved to play with Denethor's mind, making herself out to be much more mysterious than she actually was.<BR><BR>The guards in the White Courtyard watched as a golden figure walked past them, floating as if she was on air. The sun shown not only on her, but it seemed to show from her, making the guards pull back in wonder and curiousity. Aremin ignored this, because it was so typical of humans who had not beheld many elves, but it still got to her. She did not like the needless attention, and her golden essence, though beautiful, was ever a plague to her. <BR><BR>She quickly made her way through the streets and the few people who were just waking to do some early shopping at the market to the Sixth level where the royal stables were. As she had not had time to lodge at an Inn before going to the Council the night before, Aremin had explained her position to the guards at the stables of the Steward, and they had given her stabling for her stallion, Fadres, for the night. She saw that there were different guards this morning, so Aremin produced from her white tunic an official looking document the guards had given her last night. The new shift looked it over, and admitted her, eager to get rid of the strange, lighted being who looked at them with fathomless and beautiful eyes. <BR><BR>Aremin walked into one of the stone buildings and instantly the sweet, overpowering smells of slightly rotting hay and manure met her nostrils. Walking to the middle of the building, Aremin spotted her tall, muscular stallion, Fadres. An elvish horse, he was a stunning aray of colors: mainly a dark navy blueish black, along with random grey and dark spots along the horse's flanks and head. "Mae govannen, mellonamin," Aremin said in greeting, and Fadres whinnied in return as the elf slipped easily into his stall and stroked his arched necked with love. <BR><BR>
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Postby qwertymoo » Fri Dec 26, 2003 10:02 am

Brickleboar sat listening to each of those gathered around Denethor pledging their help on this quest, but nobody had bothered to answer his quesetions as to what the stones did, merely where they were, or weren’t as the case may be.<BR><BR><i>“Seeing-stone’s,” the dwarf thought, “okay, but see what.”</i> He had shone his ignorance to this group once and had gotten almost nowhere, he wouldn’t be so quick to repeat the endeavor. Brickleboar was lost in his brooding about the situation and hadn’t noticed that the eerie fellow Santhec and Mithnen had already left the hall.<BR><BR>A brief argument about the stones had jolted Brickleboar from his thoughts and he saw the elf, Aremin, leaving the hall. Eyes were turned toward him suddenly waiting for a response. <i>How did Denethor know?</i> He hated being rushed - hated surprises. He needed a drink, but he knew better after appearing late to begin with. To many questions needed to be answered, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen until everyone had gotten some rest and gathered their belongings.<BR><BR>“’Stubborn as a dwarf’, so the saying goes among the peoples of Middle Earth,” said Denethor. “You’re certainly holding up to that old adage Master Cutter.” Brickleboar saw an eyebrow go up dangerously. “I haven’t yet heard your decision - yea on nay.”<BR><BR>Brickleboar sat stolidly for a moment, contemplating how not to entrap himself in a situation in which there may be no return. Then he answered, “My good Steward, I have not survived many a battle by going into one with my eyes closed.”<BR><BR>Denethor gaze relaxed, and a smile formed upon his lips. “No, Brickleboar Cutter, I don’t suppose you have. You see, your exploits along the Misty Mountains haven’t gone altogether unnoticed. In fact, I’ve rather taken an interest in your ‘reputation’, as it were.” <i>“Ás have others,” Denthor added silently.</i> As Denethor said ‘reputation’, he reached into the cowls of his robes and pulled out a scroll and placed it on the table in front of him, with his hand resting lightly upon it, though not quite covering the seal.<BR><BR>Though it had been seventy seven years since his exile, Brickleboar saw enough of the seal to know that it had come from his Thane from the Iron Hills. The seal he would never forget - the Thane he had at one time pledged his life for.<BR><BR>Denethor saw the look of recognition in the dwarf’s eyes. The bait was before him now. All he would have to do was get him to take it and set the hook. “My fine dwarf, I will send for you in the morn,” he patted the scroll now, “and speak with you of matters that may well win you over to the cause you have heard tonight.”<BR><BR>Brickleboar hadn’t taken his eyes off the scroll. Denethor knew the bait was all but taken. <i>“Let him think. Let him wonder,” thought Denethor. “Tomorrow master dwarf, tomorrow.”</i><BR><BR>As if echoing Denethor’s thoughts, Brickleboar looked into Denethor’s eyes and said, “Until tomorrow then. By your leave.”<BR><BR>Denethor smiled and replied, “By all means.” And waved him toward the door.<BR><BR>Brickleboar got up from the table, bid those remaining the evenings rest, and left the hall. Upon retrieving his weaponry from the guards he noticed Evan Tourdon at the entrance. Apparently the watch had just changed upon his entering as the two guards that had given Brickleboar a hard time earlier were gone.<BR><BR>As the dwarf started off down the street toward the Inn where he was staying, he heard footsteps fall in behind him. Figuring it on being Evan, he slowed his pace to allow the young soldier to catch up.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sat Dec 27, 2003 8:44 pm

After Luinil had watched Mithnen, Aremin, and Bricklerboar leave she decided she wasnt going to stay there any longer.<BR><BR>"Lord Denethor, I take my leave." She said as she got up and replaced her hood.<BR><BR>"Very well, but be sure you are here at the appointed time for we will not wait for you." replied Denethor in a more than suspicious voice.<BR><BR>"I will not be late." she said as she made her way down the hall.<BR><BR>Coming out through the doors she noticed that Arien the maia had guided the sun over the horizon and was slowly making her way up in the sky. Luinil was walking to the stables when she noticed the stares that people were giving her. She pulled her hood ever closer to her face, wishing she was back in Greenwood. She found her jet black stallion Silme, who had what Luinil nick-named as socks or white spots on his legs, walking about with the stable boy trying to get him into the stable. <BR><BR>"Come on horsey this way." he said as he pulled on Silme's mane a bit. <BR>"Tula sinome <<come here>>." Luinil said to Silme and he obeyed. The stable boy was stunned.<BR>"Is he your horse my lady?" asked the stableboy with the humblest voice he could muster.<BR>"Yes, his name is Silme which is elven for starlight. What is your name?" she asked as she fed Silme a lump of sugar. <BR>"My name is Paul, may i know yours fair lady?"<BR>Luinil removed her hood,<BR>"My name is Luinil. Thankyou for watching after Silme."<BR>"Wow i have never meet an elf before, I am honored that I got to watch after your horse."<BR>Luinil took out a small gem from her pocket.<BR>"Here this is for you. Its a lapis from the rivers in Greenwood, my home." she said with a smile.<BR>"I will terish it all of my days." He said as Luinil got on Silme.<BR>"Your welcome." She called back as she rode down the path to the lower part of Minas Tirith. <BR><BR>Turning in at a corner she found herself at a dead-end. Perfect she murmered to herself. She took out her necklace from around her neck, and chanted some elven words. Soon the necklace lit with blue and white showing a face. It was the face of Galadriel. <BR>"Yes Lady Galadriel you summoned me but I was in the meeting. How may I be of service?"<BR>"I was wondering if Lady Aremin made it there safety." Galadriel said in an elegant voice. <BR>"Yes she did, in fact I am going to talk with her now. I'll tell her of your concern."<BR>"Thankyou so much Lady Luinil, my heart travels with Legolas and you."<BR>"Im glad I could help. Namaarie!"<BR>"Namaarie Luinil."<BR>Luinil slipped the necklace back under her tunic, and rode off to the lower stables.<BR><BR>She noticed as she walked into the stable a golden glow. <BR>"Aremin are you there?" <BR><BR>
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Sat Dec 27, 2003 10:56 pm

If horses could talk, Aremin and Fadres would be loud and deep into conversation, their voices filling the lofty stable building. But, alas, horses did not have voices and instead, the two inseperable companions 'talked' to each other through gestures, touch, movement, and senses. Fadres knew his friend's emotions completely and in an instant could sense her mood at any given time. On the other hand, Aremin knew Fadres as much as he knew her, and at times it seemed as if horse and rider read each other's minds and reacted to each other quickly and without thought. <BR><BR>Aremin was enjoying solace in Fadres' stall; simply sitting on the hay and being near the great elvish stallion made Aremin calm and strong.<BR>She wondered when she would next see the Lady Luinil, for she had a message from Legolas to her. Prince Legolas and Aremin had been friends for more than centuries and when Aremin had finally met his love, she had judged her to be good enough for Legolas. Aremin set the standards to which Legolas' love would be weighed against very high and Luinil had passed gallantly, which meant that she was indeed a very honorable maiden. <BR><BR>"Ah well, my beloved friend, I cannot tarry. There are things that need to be done ere we depart..." Aremin thought as she stood. Aremin leapt lightly onto the navy and grey stallion, and using neither reins nor saddle Aremin guided her horse out of the stable building with ease. Suddenly she heard a voice calling her name that was familiar yet at the same time new to her. "I am here, Luinil," Aremin said as Fadres trotted lightly down the length of the building and into the arched doorway where the Lady Luinil was waiting. <BR><BR>"Quel undome, mellonamin," <<Good evening, my friend>> Aremin said as she neared Luinil and her mount. The guards of the stables were frozen to their spots, listening to the two beautiful elven ladies exchange greetings in elvish. What a sight! they thought. <BR><BR>"I have not yet had time to house at an Inn but the day is nearing, and I will not be spending time in a room. There is much to do, but I wish to speak with you. Have you not somewhere where we can talk for an hour or so and gather our things?" Aremin said to Luinil and the lady of Mirkwood smiled.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Tue Dec 30, 2003 1:21 pm

Luinil walking farther into the stables leading Silme. In the back she saw Lady Aremin with her horse.<BR><BR>"Quel undome, mellonamin."Aremin said as Luinil came closer.<BR>"Nae saian luume'." Luinil replied as she greeted Aremin in the elven fashion.<BR><BR>So far the guards standing there we completely stunned and didn't know what to make of the meeting between the two fair maidens. Never had they seen such a site.<BR>As the two elves continued talking all the guards heard was two beautiful voices singing in elven as it were back and forth to each other. <BR><BR>"I have a place were we could talk, there is a shop up the street that sells all different types of items. They also have rooms for private talk. We could go there and talk for a while then purchase items for the road." Luinil told Aremin. <BR><BR>Luinil and Aremin got back on their horses and took off towards they shop. "Your horse is beautiful Aremin, what is his name?"asked Luinil.<BR><BR><BR>*Elven words*<BR>"Good evening, my friend"<BR>"It has been to long."<BR>occ: sorry its not a long one! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Sun Jan 04, 2004 12:28 am

Aremin leaned down and stroked Fadres' arched and proud neck which was now simply quivering with arrogance. <i>So I take it you heard the compliment? </i>Aremin thought with amusement. Fadres stomped his left foreleg in a definite answer. <BR><BR>"His name is Fadres. He was given to me by my father before he passed away into the Undying Lands. Long has he been my friend and he is more than dear to me," Aremin said. Luinil smiled and looked down at her own horse as if she was thinking the same thing about her steed.<BR><BR>The two elven maidens rode on through the streets of Denethor's beautiful city, the late moonlight illuminating the white cobblestones underneath the horses' hooves. Few to no people were out on the streets at this hour save the occasional hungover drunk or a person hooded and cloaked that wished to be left alone to whatever "business" venture he would be doing that late at night. Aremin knew that now would be the perfect time to tell Luinil of her love's message. <BR><BR>Swiveling around as Fadres continued lightly cantering down through the 5th level, Aremin faced Luinil and said,"I have a message for you from Legolas. I saw him in Imladris before I departed for this council and he told me to pass this message onto you." Bam, instant reaction from the elf of Mirkwood. She whipped around on her horse to look at Aremin as they made their way furthur into the lower levels and hardly tried to conceal her excitement. Aremin concealed a smile that was threatening to erupt on her lips lest Luinil think that Aremin was mocking her. <BR><BR>"He says this to his Lady: Luinil, I will be embarking on a long and extremely dangerous quest. As always at the times when we are apart, my heart goes with you. Soon I shall visit you, dear one. Trust me when I say that we will be reunited and Sauron defeated." Here Aremin paused. Luinil was dead silent, hanging on every word that came from Aremin's mouth and listening with every fiber of her being. Aremin smiled in amusment and looked upon Luinil with kindness. <i>How they must love each other!</i> Aremin thought. Aremin doubted if Luinil even knew or cared where she was at the moment, so long as she could hear the rest of the message from her Prince.<BR><BR>Aremin continued to relate the tail end of the message to the lady. "I wish you to be very careful, my love. We live not in safe nor stable times. I leave you to your calling, Luinil. Once again, we will see one another when this evil has ended." Aremin looked to her left at Luinil, who was looking straight ahead with glassy, tear filled eyes. <BR><BR>"Do not despair, Luinil! Listen to his words! He and you will live on after this in love, as you have always done before. Legolas said he would be visiting you soon also, so where is the cause for tears?" Luinil smiled when Aremin repeated that Legolas would be visiting soon. <i>Visiting...? Elves do visit each other in dreams. Perhaps that is what he meant. </i> Aremin thought. She now turned to her own thoughts as Luinil slowed her horse and soon halted him. Barely paying attention, Aremin's mind was far away, dreaming about her own love back in Imladris...
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Postby fishy071 » Sun Jan 04, 2004 2:30 pm

Council members were debating about the palantiri as Fishy became annoyed. She didn’t like debates and conflicts, and often found them pointless and a waste of time. Fishy noticed that Mithnen was nodding off. It was strange to be calling a meeting when most people would be asleep, and now rays of morning light were starting to seep in. Fishy was glad to see Denethor letting Mithnen be excused. She needed sleep.<BR><BR>Aremin soon followed, and Denethor continued to be suspicious of her. He certainly didn’t like elves. Fishy hung around a little longer, and was interrupted by Denethor’s words.<BR><BR>“’Stubborn as a dwarf’, so the saying goes among the peoples of Middle Earth. You’re certainly holding up to that old adage Master Cutter. I haven’t yet heard your decision - yea on nay.” <BR><BR>Fishy saw Denethor pulling out a scroll with some seal and showing it to Mr. Cutter seemed to recognize it. It must have some significance.<BR><BR>After a little more conversation, Mr. Cutter concluded, “Until tomorrow then. By your leave,” and left as Denethor replied, “By all means.”<BR><BR>Fishy remained to gather as much information as she can, but after Lunil left, she found no point in remaining. She privately wanted to talk to Faramir and other council members away from Denethor, but they all seemed to have matters to attend to.<BR><BR>Finally Fishy turned to Denethor and said, “I have some things to take care of as well. I will see you tomorrow.”<BR><BR>“Tomorrow,” replied Denethor as Fishy left the room, wondering where she should start. Should she go take a quick nap, eat an early breakfast, gather supplies, or read more about the palantir in the library? She stood outside the citadel and pondered as the early rays of sun shone on her. The streets were still empty and quiet.<BR><BR>After a few minutes, she headed for the stable to fetch her horse, Avar. He was brown with white markings on the face and legs. The name was an abbreviation for Avaralath, which was an elvish root for speedy. FIshy was always rushing, so a fast horse suited her.<BR><BR>Noticing some horses missing, Fishy knew that a few other council members had already left. Fishy waved to the stable boy as she mounted Avar who trotted toward a shop. On her way, she caught sight of the two beautiful elven ladies from the council. They looked and sounded beautiful in the morning sun.<BR><BR>"Hi," Fishy greeted. "Where are you going?"
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Thu Jan 08, 2004 1:02 pm

Even as Lady Aremin was finishing the message Luinil's mind was racing.... back into the past....<BR><i>In Imladris, after the Counsil of Elrond..........</i><BR><BR>"Boromir I will accept this mission to find the lost Palatiri in Legolas's sted." said Luinil<BR><BR>"Very well Lady Luinil of Mirkwood. Here is the Letter that Lord Denethor sent. Present it to the guards at the gate they should let you in with no trouble." replied Boromir. He reluctantly handed over the letter to Luinil and walked out of the Hall of Fire. <BR><BR>Luinil walked through the familiar halls up to the guest rooms into her own room. She put the letter in her traveling bag and left the room to find Legolas. It was her last night in Imladris, she would leave in the early morning sunlight tomorrow to Gondor.<BR><BR>She reached Legolas's room but found no sign of him, but she did hear footsteps behind her. She turned quickley, but no one was there. <BR>"That's odd" she said to herself.<BR>Suddenley two arms from behind her and graped her carefully around the waist and twirled her around. <BR>"Legolas!! You sneaky cheat!"<BR>"There is no need for name calling, you're the one who walked into the trap." he replied with a smile as he stopped and held her. "Would you like to go on a little walk?"<BR>"I would love to go with you my love."<BR>"Then let us go!"<BR>They left the room together heading toward the lake, and didn't return until late that night.<BR>At the lake.....<BR>"Are you sure you want to go on this quest? It will be dangerous, I don't know what I would do if I lost you Legolas." Luinil said as she was leaning on him at the edge of the water. <BR>"Do not worry, we will be together in the end. When Sauron is defeated we will return together back to Greenwood." he replied as he wraped his arm around her slender frame. <BR>"I know that you will be safe as well. If I didnt know that then I would have never allowed you to go on this mission." he told her. <BR>"But how do you know all this?" asked Luinil.<BR>"I had a dream." he replied.<BR>............That was enough for Luinil and she relaxed into his embrace. He took off his ring. The ring that the Princes wore given to them by the King to wear when they came of age. He sliped it onto Luinil's finger. "I will return to you...." he whispered in her ear. <BR>***************************************<BR>Coming back to the present, she looked down at the ring. It was a silvar band with a single emerald surrounded by green leaves with silvar vines.<BR>She look over at Lady Aremin.<BR>She remember that she had to tell Lady Aremin of Lady Galadriel word, but Lady Aremin was in deep thought. Not wanting to disturb Lady Aremin, she quietly whispered to Fadres to follow her.<BR>They rode a little farther until they got to the Shop... <BR><BR>OOC:Aremin you can name the shop!! I can't think of a good name for it. Okay? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I know with your talent that you can think of a really cool name!! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Sat Jan 10, 2004 12:33 pm

Aremin was brought out of her reverie by one thing only. For her it was extremely strange to have a human, moreso a young human girl, to address her. Aremin rarely ventured out of the realms of elves, her main destinations usually being Imladris, Mirkwood, and of course back home to Lorien. She only had speech with the elves living in Middle Earth, and so being addressed by a human in a human city was somewhat startling for Aremin. <BR><BR>"Aremin! Where are you two going?" the young, petite girl named Fishy yelled after her. Aremin brooked the stream of thoughts about Glorfindel racing through her mind and, using her legs, willed Fadres to turn around to face the girl quickly running up to the two elvish ladies. The elf of the Galadhrim smiled as the elf of Greenwood turned her horse also, looking somewhat puzzled. <BR><BR>"You are Fishy, are you not?" came Aremin's kind reply. The girl nodded, making a few wisps of her shining hair come down in front of her face. "The lady Luinil and I were just making our way to the White Tower Lights, which is a quaint shop that Luinil has visited in previous years while being in Minas Tirith. Would you like to accompany us, young one?" <BR><BR>Fishy nodded and smiled, and the tall elvish lady returned her smiled, her royal blue eyes crinkling at the edges in kindness. She extended a long, thin hand to the girl on the street, who took it, and Aremin pulled her up with a long, sweeping gesture onto the back of the navy-grey horse. Fishy held tightly to Aremin's waist as Aremin nudged Fadres into a flowing gallop, his black hooves pounding the white cobblestones, Lady Luinil on her mount leading the way to the White Tower Lights.<BR><BR>It was such a strange sight for the early birds of Minas Tirith, rising in the pale yellowish gold streaks of dawn, to see. Two elves on tall steeds, of which the Gondorian people hardly ever saw anyway, and one of the elves carrying a slight young woman of Minas Tirith on the back of her horse. As always, Aremin ignored the stares that she and Luinil were attracting and instead payed attention to the white-gold rays of sunlight now beginning to stream into the City, illuminating its white mountain rock with a raw and majestic beauty. <BR><BR>Luinil turned off the main causeway, when they reached the third level, and onto a small but relatively not crowded side street lined with small shops and vendors just setting up their stalls for a long day of haggling and selling. Upon reaching the shop Luinil jumped down agily and whispered to her horse, who then stayed in that same spot on the side of the street, waiting for when his master would return. Aremin also leapt down and then extended an arm and helped Fishy to the ground. She knew Fadres would wait with the other steed until she came back.<BR><BR>The three companions then proceeded through the archway, above which hung a light wood sign carved with the words The White Tower Lights, and into a small courtyard situated just before the door to the shop.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sat Jan 10, 2004 4:47 pm

Luinil walked through the door into the White Tower Lights. As they walked in the clerk at the desk eyed them.<BR><BR>Two elven ladies accompanied by a Gondorian lady, I wonder what buisness they have here, he thought to himself. "Good morn'in ladies, how may I help ye." He said in a gruff yet homely tone, as he took out his pipe. He recognised Luinil as soon as she came closer to the desk. "My Lady Luinil how good to see you. I see you have brought company. Where is Lord Aragorn?" he said.<BR>"Hello Lennz, Lord Aragorn is not with me im afraid but this is Lady Aremin and Lady Fishy."<BR><BR>"Well what can I do for you ladies?" he asked.<BR><BR>"We would like to use one of the private rooms for a while, and possibly buy some items after." Luinil said "How much would a room cost."<BR><BR>"No cost at all if yer planning on buying some items after ladies." He got off his chair and walked around the desk. "Follow me." He started leading them to the room. "Would you ladies like somethin' to drink? I got yer ale, coffee, water, tea... but im afraid it will cost yer about 3 small coins for the lot." <BR><BR>Luinil looked back at Fishy and Aremin. "Do you want anything to drink?"<BR>"Sure I would like some water." said Fishy and she gave Lennz a coin.<BR>"I'll have some water" said Aremin. "I would like some water as well." said Luinil and they both gave him a coin. <BR><BR>"Very well ladies, your drinks will come in a little while." He opened the sliding door to the room. <BR>There was a table on the floor with cushins around it. <BR>Aremin and Fishy sat down and Luinil closed the door then sat down. <BR><BR>"Lady Aremin Im sorry that I didn't wait until you got to Imladris but Boromir said that I should leave soon so I would not be late to the meeting, much to the dismay of Legolas." she said with a blush.<BR><BR>The slidding door opened and in walked Lennz with their drinks. "Enjoy ladies." he said as he passed them out.<BR><BR>"Thankyou Lennz!" said Luinil and he left. <BR><BR>"I have a message for you Lady Aremin but first." Luinil took out her necklace and took it off. It was a rather large pendant that glow silvar but then changed to a deep red and then a deep blue and back to silvar. Fishly looked at in wonder. <BR>"This is the necklace that is tied to the three rings, Narya the Ring of Fire, Nenya the Ring of Adamant, and Vilya the Ring of Firmament." Luinil began. "It was given to me by Lord Elrond. It lets the bearers of the three rings to comunicate with the one who wears the necklace. That is how I have a message from Lady Galadriel to you." she said to lady Aremin. "Well she really didn't say much, she was more of checking up on you, making sure you got here alright, but she did said that her heart and the heart of Lothlorien goes with us." <BR><BR>Luinil passed the necklace to Aremin to look at. As she did Fishy noticed the ring on her finger. <BR>"That is a marvelous ring. Who gave it to you?" She said curiously.<BR>"It is rather a long story but it was given to me by Legolas Prince of Greenwood."<BR>"Oh.. your someone from Mirkwood, I see.." she said with a smile. <BR><BR><BR>Outside the White Tower Lights Santhec was riding by. He noticed two elven horses waiting outside the shop. I see that Lady Luinil and Lady Aremin are having a little talk. I think I might go and see how they are doing. He thought with a smerk.
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Postby Aiwe » Sat Jan 10, 2004 11:13 pm

Santhec dismounted, leaving Horror and Crow beside the two elvish steeds. Fadres and the other horse whinnied and stepped away nervously at the sight of the blue-eyed, bone-adorned steed whose black coat was like a cutout into the deepest void, absorbing light rather than reflecting it.<BR><BR>"Watch Horror for me," he said to the hound, then slipped through shadows to the shop's rear door. Santhec tilted his glasses up to peer in through the narrow slit between door and jamb, spying a vacant storeroom and another door leading to the shop floor. He made judicious use of the oil-can and picked the simple lock with one needle-like claw. <i>Confident shopkeeper, I must say, to have a lock as pickable as that as his merchandise's only defense,</i> Santhec thought to himself, as he darted into the room and melded into the shadows behind a stack of wooden crates. <BR><BR>There was a soft click and a rusty creak from the inner door, and the shopkeeper ambled in, carruing an empty basket. Santhec watched as he selected nicknacks and parcels from the varous boxes, sacks, crates, and hampers arranged throughout the poky little storeroom. <i>I know I shouldn't...</i> Santhec said to himself, but despite that he grinned and stepped out frm his hiding place, hands moving in complicated gestures. <BR><BR>The shopkeeper utterly failed to notice the black-robed apparition that had invaded his premesis. He continued not to notice as Santhec quietly and carefully strode out the open door and into the main shop. His grin spread wider, so that needle-fangs would have shown had he not been wearing his scarf. <i>humans don't see that which they do not expect, unless their attention is drawn to it. And it is so very easy to ensure that they pay me no heed, their minds being the simple things they are.</i> He chuckled silently to himself as he mounted the steps, seeming to glide up them without even a hint of footfalls.<BR><BR>He pressed one scaly, pointed ear to the closed door on his right. Elvish voices buzzed through the wood. <i>Gotcha!</i><BR><BR>A few minutes later, Lady Aremin felt a slight breeze behind her, then suddenly had the unnerving sensation that someone was right behind her. And, indeed, the two other women were staring at a point behind her left shoulder. She turned. <BR><BR>"I do hope you ladies are having a pleasant morning," said Santhec. "Might I join you?" <BR><BR>Aremin took a moment to respond. The door was directly across from her. <i>How on Middle-earth...</i><BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Sun Jan 11, 2004 12:07 pm

Aremin took the lovely gemmed necklace, the laced and sewn patterns on the long sleeve of her draping white tunic flowing onto her outstretched hand. Carefully she set the necklace down onto a vacant cushion and with her right hand began pulling off, finger by finger, her soft grey riding gloves. As Aremin pulled off the left hand glove, a single ring of beauty shone on her ring-finger. Not at all like Luinil's, which retained the design characteristics of Wood Elves, Aremin's was a pearl and mithril design that incorporated both the designs of Imladris and Lorien intertwined. Looking at the betrothal ring, of which the wedding time was nearing, Aremin sighed almost inaudibly, neither of her companions noticing.<BR><BR>She again picked up the necklace. Fishy was talking animately to Luinil about her ring from Legolas and Aremin knew she would not be disturbed. She entered her so-called "inner mind" and probed the ring for the peace she always found while in the Lady's presence. She closed her eyes and attended to Galadriel's words of love and wisdom.<BR><BR>After recieving the message, Aremin decided that she wanted to speak to her uncle. She would bend this necklace's power and reach Elrond at Imladris. She quickly began reciting an ancient spell in Quenya which raced through her mind and into the will of the great jewel on the strand of silver. <i>"Uncle......</i> Aremin willed and quickly a vision of Elrond swam before her mind-sight. <BR><BR><i>"Aaye ar' mae govannen, my child. Imladris yearns for you. You are questing now, but at the end of your quest, be your fate good, return to me, to your family, to your betrothed. Galadriel and I watch over you ceaselessly. Remain in Arda whole and unharmed, beloved one."</i> Elrond's kind face lingered for but a moment, behind him the intertwining, vine-like architecture of Imladris. The vision faded as Aremin opened her eyes tensely, feeling a cool breathe on her shoulder. <BR><BR>Turning, she saw Santhec behind her and said,"You have surprised us, Santhec. How came you here without our notice?" Aremin felt that he could not be trusted, but she showed no emotion, save that her deep royal blue eyes were flickering. She turned back to her now silent companions as Santhec glided, <i>glided?</i>, over to the front of Aremin's vision, his face shrouded in cloth.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sun Jan 11, 2004 1:23 pm

While in conversation with Fishy, Luinil hoped that Aremin was able to at least some privacy while she used the necklace. She heard the almost inaudible voice of Aremin as she activate the necklace's power.....<BR><BR>The coldness that Luinil felt.. she had sensed it before, just not here. It was him.<BR><BR>She was right, a second later the sliding door open and Santhec glided through. Luinil looked at Aremin telling her with her mind to put the necklace away before he saw it. <BR><BR>"Hello Santhec!" said Fishy in her joyful tone. How did you know we were in here?"<BR><BR>"I saw the horses outside. So I came in." said Santhec <BR><BR>"So Lennz told you we were in here?" Fishy asked. <BR><BR>"Yes, infact he did.." Santhec said in a sly voice.<BR><BR>Thats not true Luinil thought, once you request a private room Lennz will not tell anyone if you in there, unless you said some one else was coming. She did relize that the horses were a dead give a way but still there were many rooms in the White Tower Lights how could he know it was this one? <BR><BR>"Well we were talking about Luinil's necklace. It really interesting."<BR>but before Fishy could say anything more she heard a voice in her head. <BR><BR>"Don't say anything more about the necklace. We don't know if we can trust him yet. Change the subject."
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Postby fishy071 » Sun Jan 11, 2004 10:47 pm

Fishy had much to tell the elves about Denethor’s strange behavior, and her bad feeling about Boromir leaving for Rivendell. However, Lady Lunil’s necklace fascinated her, and she wanted to make sure Lunil gave Lady Aremin the message.<BR><BR>The Easterling descendent had heard about the Three Elven Rings in Rivendell and Lothlorien, and read about them in the library. She respected Elrond, Galadriel, and Gandalf, knowing they were the right people to keep the Rings. Now Lunil had a necklace herself so they can stay in touch with them, especially if they need their advice. <BR><BR>As Aremin contacted Elrond, Fishy felt a strange chill. She thought it was given off by the necklace until she turned around to see who was standing behind them.<BR><BR>“Hello Santhec!” Fishy greeted, disguising her mistrust in a joyful tone. She asked how he traced them out, but his sly voice increased her suspicion. Shopkeepers were not allowed to give information on private rooms, but she dropped the subject for awhile. Confused and not knowing what else to say, Fishy began to mention the necklace until Lunil gave her warning.<BR><BR>“Sorry,” Fishy whispered to the elves. “I mean it’s interesting because it is a pretty piece of jewelry, just as your attire is interesting, covering you from head to toe.”<BR><BR>She added, “Is there anything you need to tell us? We need to learn more about the palantiri, and if you could tell us anything more, then it would be helpful.”<BR><BR>“Well, there isn’t much to say, except what we learned at the council,” Santhec replied.<BR><BR>“Then maybe we should plan the journey and figure out what supplies we’ll need,” she suggested, hoping to turn him out the room. She didn't want to talk about Denethor's peculiar behavior in front of him.
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