The Fellowship of the Palantíri

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Postby Mithnen » Thu Jan 15, 2004 1:19 pm

She walked through the streets of Minas Tirith, the reins of Nahar held lightly in her hand. She knew that her horse would never cause trouble for anyone or stir up reason to fret. But being the respectful (though perhaps not always law-abiding) person she was, Mithnen would never have thought to disavow the law of the city stating that all horses must be led on reins. As soon as she made it to a wider street, where there was room enough for a horse to be ridden, she would do so.<BR><BR>All that morning she had tried to think about Denethor’s council, but never really coming to anything worth thinking about. <i>Perhaps I am too tired</i>, she thought. Bowing her head to avoid eye contact with the citizens, as she always did when in such a city, Mithnen could feel the sun beat down upon the back of her head. It made her uncomfortable, remembering the cold of the night before as compared to the penetrating heat of today.<BR><BR>“Mith!” Only extraordinarily good friends used that name with her. She looked up and saw Faramir stepping towards her. She noticed the weary expression on his face, even despite his best efforts to hide it.<BR><BR>“He’s worn you out,” she stated simply.<BR><BR>“He always does,” Faramir replied, grabbing the slack end of Nahar’s reins. <BR><BR>As they walked through the narrow street together, both leading the one horse, they talked of many things, mostly of the quest Denethor had sent them all on.<BR><BR>“He sees further than any man,” Faramir began. “But he is the least perceptive. Does that make sense?”<BR><BR>“Well,” Mithnen began in jest, “in a way…but mostly no.” They laughed together and finally wandered back onto a wider, more open street. <BR><BR>As they talked and joked, she noticed a familiarly evil horse standing outside of a nearby inn. Sfter scanning the area she found what she had expected. “Santhec’s in there,” she muttered. Her eyes fell on two horse that seemed to beam forth a light of their own. “And so are the Elves, I’m guessing.”<BR><BR>“You feel like stopping in?” Faramir asked.<BR><BR>Mithnen shook her head. “If it were the Elves, I’d might…but not with him.”<BR><BR>“What’s wrong with him?”<BR><BR>“I don’t know,” she replied, taking a deep breath. “There’s just something…”
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Postby Aiwe » Sun Jan 18, 2004 11:04 pm

"My my, it is such an <i>in</i>teresting necklace though..." murmured Santhec. He reached out with a long, spidery finger and hooked the necklace's chain, jerking it from Aremin's hand and bringing it close to his face in one smooth, snake-sharp movement. <BR><BR>"Give that back," said Lady Aremin voice calm but with undertones of rage rippling beneath it like the silver flash of fish beneath mirror-still waters.<BR><BR>"Oh, I shall, rest assured..." said Santhec absently, as he turned it back and forth and peered closely at the hefty silver pendant over the top of his spectacles. <BR><BR>"Give it back to Luinil, now. You have no right to take it."<BR><BR>It was Lady Aremin's turn to be peered at over the smoked-glass lenses. Fishy nearly smiled--she was reminded of a particularly stern old librarian who worked in the History section. <BR><BR>Eventyally, Santhec said, "If it was my intention to keep it, then believe me, you would not have seen me take it. Either because you had turned your back on me, which, is, I must say, a mistake even for such a wise and cunning elf as you; or because I had stripped the life from you, and you no longer had eyes to see me take it." <BR><BR>With that, Santhec handed the necklace back to Luinil, purpousfully leaning past Aremin to do so. Though churning with distrust inside, Luinil snatched it back without a word.<BR><BR>"A lovely necklace, milady. Elvish, isn't it?"<BR><BR>Luinil glowered.<BR><BR>"Hmmm. Really, I find it quite......<i>enchanting.</i>"<BR><BR>Santhec selected a black-velvet cushion, fluffed it up with a few fastitious pats of his hand, then placed it on the floor and settled down next to Lady Aremin with his elbows on the table and his hands folded neatly. He flexed his long fingers. "I believe you were discussing...supplies? I've taken the liberty of purchasing the more basic items--tools, matches, salt, food that will keep on the road, and other sundries. They will be ready at three this afternoon, and I would certainly appreciate it if one or more of you ladies and your mounts could could accompany me when I pick them up. Strong though he is, I would not force Horror to carry supplies meant to be spread between five horses and a pony." The three women saw the scarf above Santhec's mouth crinkle, something that meant, as best they could figure, that he was grinning. It certainly seemed to happen when no one but Santhec got the joke, mainly because Santhec saw little ironies everywhere in the sorts of things most people considered deadly serious.<BR><BR>"Lady Fishy," he continued, "you wish to know more about these Palantíri?" <BR><BR>Fishy nodded, carefully. Her gaze darted from one elvish face to the other, uncomfortable and unsure where Santhec was heading.<BR><BR>"Then if you and Avar would be so kind as to come with me, we shall make a stop at the Library. I will show you several excellent volumes which I am sure you shal find particularly enlightening. When you are finished, Avar can help Horror with the burden of our supplies, if he is willing. And of course, both Lady Luinil and Lady Aremin are more than welcome to join us."<BR><BR>He folded his spidery hands once more, and rested his chin upon them. Beneath his shaded glasses, his eyes darted from face to face, reading the mistrust and revulsion hidden behind each carefully blank facade. He grinned.<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Mon Jan 19, 2004 9:14 am

Aremin was simply repulsed. How in the name of Illuvatar could Denethor have come to employ, and even trust, this..this creature! Then again...Denethor was growing madder and more delusional by the day. Perhaps this creature had cunned his way into the Citadel...he certainly was no elf or man, Aremin could tell that much.<BR><BR>The same mist of darkness that covered the Great Eye and his domain of horror seemed shrouded upon Santhec. Aremin could tell, for she was the Tainted One of her race, doomed to be of Golden light rather than pure, unstained white. Certain things were projected to her more than to other elves. Aremin thought back to the prophecy made by Galadriel before her birth. <BR><BR><i>And she shall be lovely, Golden and fair as the sun. But her luster shall be a sign of the curse laid upon her....The curse of the one lust of Sauron. Just as Melkor beheld Luthien and formed in his mind an evil, dark lust, so shall Aremin be to Sauron.</i><BR><BR>The Lorien elf had never told anyone of this curse at all, save her betrothed, and other than Glorfindel the only three that knew were of course Galadriel herself, and Aremin's parents, now dead...<BR><BR>Aremin angered, not so much from issues of the present, but from issues of the past, as Santhec snatched the necklace from her hand. Aremin could sense the slightest reek of evil from this person which made her mind wander into dark territory. Stainless though her honor and goodness was, and though she was powerless to help it, Aremin would forever carry the Dark Lord's favor, which was a heavy, horrible burden on one so against the Dark. <BR><BR>As Santhec used his silkiest voice to lure Fishy into the library (Aremin could already tell that Fishy was intrigued) Aremin made up her mind that no danger would come to this young girl whom the Eldar had befriended. Santhec proposed that they all go, and Aremin's and Luinil's eyes met, talking silently in their minds where no dark force could hear them.<BR><BR><i>I will not let the girl go with him...He shall harm her, or find ways to lure Fishy into explaining everything she has learned of us. Luinil, believe me when I say that this is no creature of men nor of dwarves or elves.</i><BR><BR>For the briefest moment in that short but extremely communicative gaze, Aremin's eyes were deadly serious, and Luinil returned her look with a puzzled gaze as she heard Aremin's last sentence in her head. The elvish gaze still held, Aremin waiting for Luinil to speak.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Mon Jan 19, 2004 6:28 pm

<i>Yes......I agree but......</i><BR>Her sentence lingered but was not finished... she didn't know how to ask Aremin of the thought that went through her mind. Something is troubling her, Luinil thought... she could sense it.<BR><BR>"Santhec I think that Lady Aremin and I will take you up on your offer to go to the library. I too wish to find out more about the Palatiri." Luinil said calmly.<BR><BR>"Very well my Ladies. Shall we go now or are you planning on buying some items first?" said Santhec with a twisted smile. <BR><BR>He is up to something Luinil concluded. She looked at Aremin and then to Fishy. She could tell that Fishy was ready to go but Aremin wanted some supplies. <BR><BR>"I think we will buy some supplies first. Fishy, Aremin, and I will meet you at the Library since your things are coming later."<BR><BR>"Very well then I will wait for you here no need to hurry." Santhec stated. <BR><BR>Joy, Luinil thought to herself, now we have to have him watching our every move. This is not going to be an easy journey.<BR>She got up and walked through the sliding doors. <BR>"Hey Lennz, I think that we are ready to buy some supplies."<BR><BR>"Come over here to the back, pick out what you want and I'll give you the price. Alright?" He said.<BR><BR>Luinil, Aremin, Fishy, and Santhec walked to the back.<BR><BR> ************<BR><BR>After what seemed like ages to Fishy the group finally left. <BR><BR>As the four horses trotted down the street the people looked at them in awe as they saw two elves raidating two different types of light. One a pale gold and the other a silvar glean. Along with them rode a man completly coved in cloth and next to him a girl. How odd indeed to see such a sight in Minas Tirith. Although they didn't know it, that type of sight would be seen more often in the coming time. <BR><BR>OOC: I didnt know how to end it... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby fishy071 » Tue Jan 20, 2004 12:38 am

`This man has no manners and etiquette!’ Fishy thought as Santhec snatched the necklace with Aremin ordering him to give it back.<BR><BR>“Give the necklace back to Lunil!” Fishy repeated. He finally did, then talked about the supplies he gathered and offered to show the books on the palantiri in the library. That would shorter the search time, and Fishy might see Captain Faramir in the library. However, Fishy wanted some time with the other council members, away from Santhec and Denethor. She didn’t trust either of them.<BR><BR>Something was troubling Aremin who seemed to be deep in thought as well as Lunil. They didn’t trust the man as well. As the Easterling descendent tried to come up with an excuse to turn Santhec away, Lunil mentioned about buying supplies, then meeting him in the library.<BR><BR>`Good’ Fishy thought.<BR><BR>She turned to Lunil and Aremin. “Good plan! We will gather supplies right now, and he can go on ahead to the library.” However, Santhec remained and kept an eye on them. Besides the basic necessities he mentioned, Fishy also bought some herbs, healing supplies, quills, and ink bottles, as well as food for her three hamsters who were currently in her room.<BR><BR>As they readied their horses, Fishy approached the elves, and whispered, “Actually I don’t trust him either. He looks mysterious and keeps spying on us. There were some things I wanted to mention, but I couldn’t because he arrived.”<BR><BR>After leaving the stables, Fishy waved to Captain Faramir and Mithnen in the distance. “Hey! Want to join us?”
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Postby Mithnen » Wed Jan 21, 2004 2:16 pm

"Hey, want to join us?" Mithnen turned back to face the inn they had just passed. She was secretly dreading their journey. Not for the danger or intensity, simply because she had never had to rely on so many other people. As a ranger, she was always off on her own, only checking back with the company a few times a week. Now that she had committed herself to this group, that would have to change.<BR><BR>"I'll be along!" she shouted across the way to Fishy. <BR><BR>She then spotted that beast, Santhec, riding upon his horse with the great hound at the heels. She shuddered and turned back to Faramir, who was grinning down at her.<BR><BR>"What makes you so happy, <i>my liege</i>?" Mithnen asked facetiously.<BR><BR>Faramir sighed dramatically and looked up at the sky. "Nothing." <BR><BR>"Ah, Eru! don't be so coy," she muttered.<BR><BR>"What was that?" Faramir asked.<BR><BR>"Nothing." <BR><BR>They grinned at each other, each rather pleased with themselves. Then Mithnen caught sight of her troupe riding further and further away. She wasn't looking forward to this... Faramir seemed to read her thoughts in her eyes.<BR><BR>"It won't be too bad," he started. "Try and have fun."<BR><BR>"'Try' being the keyword, I suppose," she stated flatly<BR><BR>He smiled slightly, but soon announced his departure. Patting the flanks of Nahar, he gave her one last grin and sped off. That was it. Now she was alone. <i>Well,</i> she thought. <i>Not really</i> alone<i> alone.</i> She jumped onto Nahar and soon caught up with Fishy, Aremin, Luinil, and...<i>Santhec.</i><BR><BR>"So," she began, trying to sound lighthearted. "Where are we off to?"<BR><BR>"The library," Fishy replied. Her happiness was blatant and honest.<BR><BR>"Ah, the Houses of Lore..." Mithnen stated. "Research, I presume."<BR><BR>"You presume rightly," Santhec responded, sending a shiver down her spine.
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Wed Jan 21, 2004 3:04 pm

The Four soon to be Five riders rode onward to the Houses of Lore. Fishy leading the way, was joined by Mithnen a ranger that Luinil had not had the opportunity to hold conversation with. Santhec rode after them followed by Aremin and Luinil bringing up the rear.<BR> <BR><i>I need to ask Aremin what was bothering her in The White Tower Lights...........but how to ask???</i><BR><BR>"Aremin" Luinil began in a voice softer than a whisper. "I dont know exactly how to ask you, but I couldn't help but notice that you were on edge when Santhec entered The White Tower Lights and sat down. I know that he has a mysterious and darkening aura to him but there was something else that caught my attention. The sudden nervousness that swept through you then vanished almost as quickly as it came." She waited for a second. "You dont have to tell me if you dont want to. You are older and wiser than I but I want to help you in all ways that I can. We are the only elves on this journey and we have to know each other and watch each others backs."<BR><BR>Santhec thought he heard voices behind him. He glanced back to the two elves but could not make out what they were saying. Luinil's hood was pulled up around her blocking her face from sight and she was talking to softly even for him to hear. Well he thought I'll let this slip but I'll find out soon enough what they are talking about. <BR><BR>Luinil noticed Santhec looking back. "The only thing that I know about him so far is that he is a man of the Ith'sai, one of the many nomad tribes that roam the deserts of Harad, thats what he told me."<BR><BR><i>Hopfully with Lady Aremin with her, this Journey might not be as hard as it seemed....</i> Luinil thought as she waited for Aremin to answer.
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Wed Jan 21, 2004 5:31 pm

Aremin heard and heeded Luinil's words, but was loathe to answer them. She knew that with most elves, stating her connection to the Dark Lord made her about as welcome as Maeglin in Gondolin's ruins. She wished, until she knew Luinil better and for a longer stretch of time, to keep the accursed prophecy to herself.<BR><BR>Whispering quietly, the golden elf said,"I shall not speak of it now, mellonamin. Though I heed and am thankful for your concern, I wish not to share what makes me nervous just yet. Later, when we are not in such company," here Aremin paused and tilted her head foward towards the black-shrouded rider just ahead," I will reveal to you my mind."<BR><BR>Luinil's hood moved slightly up and down, signalling a nod for "yes." Aremin was content to ride along with her and go where the company would for supplies, so long as she kept a watchful eye on the girl named Fishy. <BR><BR>ooc: sry for the short post. In the coming weeks, due to my outragous cheerleading schedule <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>, I'll have very limited time on TORC. Feel free to move my character along with yours, so long as you don't totally control her actions (example- please don't post that she's trying to madly jump of the top of the Citadel or anything <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>). Bye guys!
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Postby fishy071 » Thu Jan 22, 2004 4:25 am

"I'll be along!" Mithnen called back. As she approached them, Fishy realized that Faramir would not be joining them.<BR><BR>Lunil and Aremin seemed to whispering something, which Santhec was desperately trying to figure out. They seemed bothered, and the man’s nosy behavior was getting on Fishy’s nerves as she and Mithnen led the way to the library.<BR><BR>“So Captain Faramir is not coming to the library with us?” Fishy asked.<BR><BR>“No,” Mithnen answered. “He has some things to take care of.”<BR><BR>“I thought he would want to come, because he likes to hang out in the library, and might be a good source person for information,” Fishy said.<BR><BR>“He’ll be there later,” Mithnen informed.<BR><BR>“His father is really unfair to him,” Fishy complained. “Steward Denethor shouldn’t be playing favorites.”<BR><BR>“I know,” Mithnen replied. “However, he seems to accept it.”<BR><BR>Fishy wanted to discuss Denethor’s strange behavior, her bad feeling about Boromir going to Rivendell, and mistrust for Santhec, but couldn’t. She wondered when that suspicious man would be out of the way.<BR><BR>At the sixth circle, they left their horses in the stable, headed into the citadel, and made their way up the stairs to the library. They looked at the many shelves of books, wondering where they should start.<BR><BR>Fishy turned to Santhec. “Which books were you going to show us?”
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Thu Jan 22, 2004 3:27 pm

OOC: this was edited so read it again.... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Luinil rode along side Aremin. Though Lady Aremin was relutant to tell Luinil excatly what was wrong, Luinil understood how she felt.<BR><i>I see, our relationship as friends is still new and I guess what she has to say, she hasn't told to anyone. Well im sure she told Glorfindel but it will take time for her to open up to me.</i><BR><BR>Luinil wasnt hurt at Aremin's reaction. She was understanding. <i>I have secrets that I haven't told anyone. Well no one except Legolas.</i> She blushed slighty at the thought of him. (no one saw it thanks to her hood.) How she missed him. <BR><BR>Luinil dug her hand into her bag near Slime's neck. Soon her hand came out of the bag with a small phial. It shown a deep blue. Luinil took off the cap and out flew a small fairy. This fairy had been given to her when she was a child. It was found in the forests of Lindon. The small fairy told her captors that she was sent from the Valinor to aid a small star-child (or child named after the stars of Varda) named Luinil to be found in Greenwood the Great. The fairy called herself Aine. The captors after hearing this believed her and took her to Greenwood where she was given to Luinil when Luinil was still an elfling. No one can see Aine except those who Aine lets.<BR><BR>"Aine" Luinil whispered "Are you refeshed from you rest?"<BR>"Im fine Luinil, whats happening? Are we going to the house of lore like Fishy suggested?" (Aine had been present ever since Luinil had arrived to Gondor, only after the group departed for the house of lore had Aine gone to sleep.)<BR>"Yes we are." said Luinil<BR>"Do you have anything for me to do?" Aine said<BR>"Not at the moment."<BR>"OOO' who is the elf next to you? She has a golden light around her which i have never seen."<BR>"She is Lady Aremin of Lothlorien, betrothed to Glorfindel."<BR>"I always thought that he was quite cute but not cuter than Elladan of Imladris." comented Aine.<BR>"Alright enough about Elladan and other cute elves. Just enjoy the fresh air." said Luinil in a annoyed yet amused voice.<BR>Aine flew over to Silme's head and sat down between his ears.
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Postby qwertymoo » Thu Jan 22, 2004 6:09 pm

Brickleboar hadn’t much to gather to be ready for the journey, but the matter of transportation was going to be questionable as he had been on foot his entire life and distrusted horses of any sort. <i>I’ll need to overcome this hurdle, thought the dwarf, or the quest will be delayed for my ignorance.</i><BR><BR>Brickleboar saw Evan had fallen into step with him, so made his strides more purposeful toward the Inn he was staying at.<BR><BR>“You’re an enigma to me sir dwarf. Why do you put up with the shame? Why not rid yourself of this terrible burden?” asked the Gondorian.<BR><BR>Their booted footfalls could be heard in the quiet of the streets. Brickleboar pondered the soldier’s questions. <i>Fall on my axe and end the grief, he thought. Certainly would be easy. But then he didn’t like to take the easy road toward anything - no adventure in that.</i> “Where’s the honor in such an action?” he answered finally. “Just because a person dishonors himself doesn’t mean he shouldn’t live with that dishonor. Nor does it mean he should further dishonor himself by taking his own life for the sake of his own peace.”<BR><BR>Evan followed along silently for a time thinking about the dwarf’s words.<BR><BR>The silence took on a more ominous depth as Brickleboar thought about the scroll Denethor held on the table. <i>”How came he by my kinsmens mark?” thought the dwarf.</i><BR><BR>Brickleboar looked over to Evan as they approached the Inn, “Why do you trouble yourself with my burdens?”<BR><BR>The soldier looked abashed. “You’ve been outcast by your own people, yet you continue to try to honor them. I don’t understand and I’d like to.”<BR><BR>“Evan,” the dwarf returned as he smiled, “I’d like to understand that myself someday. But for now it’s what I do, it’s what I live for it’s all I’ve got.”<BR><BR>They entered the Inn: wooden floored, empty tabled. Most of the patrons had departed long ago. Most, probably hadn’t a clue to what transpired in the world around them, or what could soon affect them: war. But it wouldn’t be a war Brickleboar would participate in - at least not directly.<BR><BR>The maid that had waken him earlier was behind the bar and recognized him immediately. Brickleboar smiled a quick smile and asked, “Should anybody come here looking for me, please send them to my room. I’ll be gathering my things and taking care of expenses.”<BR><BR>Blushing shyly, she said, “Yes, master dwarf. I shall immediately.” Then looking at Evan, “And for you sir.”<BR><BR>“Nothing ma’am. Nothing,” Evan answered.<BR><BR>Reaching the top of the steps, Brickleboar wondered why Evan was still following him: a disgraced dwarf. <i>Surely he’s not so dense as to not have heard the Gondorian soldiers jeering at him behind his back, he thought. Would he bring ridicule upon himself as well for associating with me?</i> “Ah, ‘tis his problem if he continues down this path, not mine,” he said quietly to himself.<BR><BR>Upon opening his door, he found everything as he had left it, except for a candle being lit on the dresser. He silently thanked the maid, and hoped that curiosity didn’t get the better of her. She had taken an interest in him, as she hadn’t the chance to see many dwarves in the city herself and Brickleboar, though a little annoyed by Tiril’s attention, accepted it all the same.<BR><BR>He took his pack and laid it on top of the dresser, opened the bottom drawer and took out three pewter vials (more like small flasks) corked at the top and set them on the dresser as well. Then opening up his pack, Brickleboar removed a set of darts that had an arrow tip on them and opening up one of the flasks carefully poured a drop of the contents into a small crevice in the side of the dart. Gently shaking the liquid down he sealed the dart’s side opening with bees wax and repeated the process with the other four darts.<BR><BR>Evan looked questioningly at the dwarf as he worked and Brickleboar recognized the confusion. “Ever have to stay alive in the wild, whether or not you trust those you’re with?” he asked Evan.<BR><BR>“Of course, I’ve been fighting in the guard for three years now,” Evan replied.<BR><BR>“That’s fine kid, but have you had to do it by watching your own back, not relying on your fellow soldiers? Where I’m going and whose company I keep, there’ll only be one person looking out after me - and that’s me,” Brickleboar said as he finished the last dart he had taken out. Stoppering up the vial, he carefully placed them in his pack and said, “Poison. The meanest - it incapacitates almost immediately and is quite painful as I understand of those that have had the unfortunate pleasure of my accurate aim.”<BR><BR>The dwarf noticed Evan’s eyes grow wide, and he grinned in spite of the other’s uncomfortableness. Then he picked up one of the pieces of wood that was standing on the dresser and took out a hunting knife and sat down to whittle while he awaited his summons.<BR><BR>Evan noticed that the piece he was working on was actually a figurine. The other piece remaining on the dresser caught Evan’s attention as well. Picking it up he noticed it was already carved out and sanded to a smooth finish. Very delicate detailing was present in the work the dwarf had done, resembling that of an elderly man - almost had a lifelike quality to it. He returned it to the dresser and came to sit opposite of Brickleboar.<BR><BR>The piece Brickleboar worked on was nearly complete as well. There were few people that came into the dwarf’s self-prisoned life, but to those that affected him nonadversely he could only show appreciation through his hands. This past week the maid, although an annoyance at times with her questioning and ill-timed visits, had touched his life and made him realize that youth, though not dwarven, could learn through his past mistakes as well - thus the tribute to her he now held in his hands.<BR><BR>Four hours passed as he finished smoothing the figurine’s features and answered Evan’s questions about his past. In the end, though Evan later wouldn’t realize how, the Gondorian soldier would be pulled into Brickleboar’s life and join the dwarf for good or bad.<BR><BR>A knock at the door brought a silence to both in the room. “Master dwarf?” It was the maid.<BR><BR>“Yes,” answered Brickleboar.<BR><BR>“There is a soldier in the common room to see you,” came back the maid’s reply.<BR><BR>“I’ll be down shortly,” he answered. Then he looked to Evan and went to the dresser. He stood the figurine of the maid in the middle of the dresser top and placed the other gently in his pack. He then put the pack on his back, settled in his equipment and shield and beckoned toward the other, “My work here is finished soldier. It is in my heart that yours may be as well.” Then turning toward the door, he opened it and went downstairs to the common room to see the maid about paying for the room.<BR><BR>A soldier was there waiting for him, standing at the bar in his chinking mail armor and long sword at his side, “Brickleboar Cutter, Lord Steward Denethor has requested your presence in his chambers.”<BR><BR>Putting down three golden royals for his room, he bid the maid farewell and nodded toward the soldier to lead the way to his appointed meeting with Denethor. His mind washed over idea after idea of how and why Denethor would have in his possession a message from his liege-disgraced. <i>All in due time, thought Brickleboar.</i><BR><BR>The streets at his early hour of the morn were all but deserted. It was a cloudless night-morn and the moon shown brightly upon the closed shops and houses. The entryway to Denethor’s hall was yet guarded by two soldiers, though the party did not enter by regular means, but through a side entrance instead. His escort paid no heed to Brickleboar’s weaponry and upon his entering the marbled hallway was aware that the room he had been brought was empty for all but Denethor himself. Bowing, Brickleboar said, “Lord Denethor, your request to make your company honors me.”<BR><BR>Smiling at the prostrate dwarf, Denethor waved a hand to Brickleboar and said, “Ah, but it is I that should be honored by one so skilled, that his conquests go before him, speaking great deeds. Please sit.” He motioned toward a chair to the right of him yet in front.<BR><BR>The soldier escort had left, yet Evan stood within the chambers now hearing that what the dwarf regaled to him the past couple hours was but a humble accounting of what his Lord now spoke of.<BR><BR>Denethor saw the soldier’s look and recognized him as the young soldier rumored to have gone with Brickleboar to the Inn. “You would know of Brickleboar Cutter’s business soldier?” Denethor asked harshly. “I would order you from this room, but I leave it to you master dwarf,” turning his gaze at Brickleboar, “should you not have such as he, a Gondorian, to be caught up in your affairs.”<BR><BR>Brickleboar was momentarily stunned by the Steward’s response to Evan’s continued presence. <i>I’ve nothing to hide here, he thought. But the affairs of my kin, I would have to myself.</i> He saw the scroll again on the table before Denethor. “He may stay,” said Brickleboar. “But let that be his place where he stands now.”<BR><BR>Denethor looked at Evan and ordered, “So be it.” His hand went to drumming on the scroll in front of him. Now looking toward Brickleboar he said in an amused tone, “No doubt you recognize that the message I have before me comes from your kin. I believe you will find payment for your services to me contained in the contents written within.” He purposefully slid the scroll across the marble surface of the table to Brickleboar.<BR><BR>This was the moment Brickleboar had waited for upon seeing the scroll for the first time - word ‘of’ or ‘from’ his kin after all these years. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the rolled parchment, tingling with eagerness. He took hold of the scroll and carefully broke the seal of his thane-disgraced.<BR><BR>The scroll read:<BR><BR><i>Brickleboar Cutter,<BR><BR>Should this scroll find its way to your hands, then Aule indeed has imparted her hand in protecting you all these long disgraced years. The Lord Steward Denethor has summoned help from the dwarven kingdom to help him on a quest for a search of the lost seeing-stones, the palantir. Not being able to afford decreasing the dwarven contingent in this time of upcoming war, it had come to the thanedom’s attention, through rumor, that you might have yet survived your tribulations.<BR><BR>This thane would impart upon you a proposal. Accept Lord Steward Denethor’s quest for these lost seeing-stones. Upon successful completion of such or the demise of your mortal body forthwith, the Lord Steward will send word to our kingdom in either matter at which time it will be brought up for consideration to pardon your previous transgressions against this thanedom and release that disgrace which clouds the names of your wife and son.<BR><BR>Thane of Iron Hill Dwarven Nation,<BR>Dwoltor Hewslif</i><BR><BR>Brickleboar read the message three times before it sunk in <i>disgrace which clouds the names of your wife and <b>son</b></i>. A tear formed in his eye and he blinked it away before it gave away his emotions altogether. <i>A son - my son</i>.<BR><BR>Rolling up the parchment, the dwarf cleared the lump from his throat. “My services are yours Lord Denethor, wherever they may take me. I have but one favor to ask above giving me the chance to retract my tainted name.”<BR><BR>“And what would that be?” Denethor asked with a smile forming.<BR><BR>“I’m afraid that I would but hinder your quest if I accept it as I am now - without transportation. Would the Steward of Gondor find it in his graciousness to see that I have a mount for this journey that this company partakes?”<BR><BR>Denethor looked at the dwarf and then toward Evan. “Yes, Brickleboar Cutter. I will see to it that you don’t hold up this bold quest. Or rather this soldier will see to it.”<BR><BR>Evan had been taking in all that had transpired in the room, trying to make sense of it all. <i>chance to retract his tainted name, thought Evan. What’s going on here?</i> The scroll it was rumored had arrived within the halls of the Steward of Gondor under odd circumstances. But this astonished the young soldier, and now he found himself being thrust into the path of this dwarf’s destiny - whatever that be.<BR><BR>“Soldier, you will take Master Cutter to the stables and find a suitable mount for him and yourself,” Denethor ordered. “I am charging you with this quest as well, now that you are privy to it. This quest is one of secrecy, and as such, no word of it will be spoken to ‘anybody’ lest you fall under pain of death.” Then turning back toward Brickleboar, “I trust you won’t disappoint me,” Denethor smiled. ”The others will be summoned here at sunrise this morn to go over plans for this quest. Until then.” Denethor nodded toward Brickleboar and waved a finger at Evan for both their dismissals.<BR><BR>When he was alone, Denethor took out yet another scroll with the same seal as that which Brickleboar had just left with. Opening it, he read the words and smiled:<BR><BR><i>Lord Steward Denethor,<BR><BR>It comes as great privilege to be able to hand to you one that has proven to be an embarrassment to this kingdom time and again through the reputation he has made of himself along the Misty Mountain range. Brickleboar Cutter, though his exploits may help the whole of Middle Earth, disgrace us with his continued existence.<BR><BR>Therefore, I am sending a scout with this message that will have undoubtedly had indirect contact with Cutter. This thane wishes for Brickleboar Cutter’s existence to cease and the quest you are embarking upon may well be his undoing - please see to it.<BR><BR>Give unto Brickleboar Cutter the accompanying scroll which should persuade him toward your efforts - as it were. This thane is forever in your debt should this present disgrace of our nation be removed.<BR><BR>Thane of Iron Hill Dwarven Nation,<BR>Dwoltor Hewslif</i><BR><BR>“Yes, Thane Hewslip, this could very well help out both of us,” Denethor said to no one. “As long as the famed dwarf Cutter is able to help my cause, I have no doubt that your cause will also be taken care of. No doubt at all.” Then lifting a goblet of wine he proposed a toast, “To ‘successful death’.”<BR><BR>- - - - - - - - - - - - -<BR><BR>At the Inn, the maid had entered the room which Brickleboar Cutter had occupied to strip the bedding and replace them. Upon looking at the dresser, she noticed something and thought the dwarf had forgotten something. Going over to the dresser, she picked up the wooden item and her eyes welled up with tears. It was a figurine, about nine inches in height, carved in the likeness of herself: delicate facial features, hair, right down to the muscle tone in her legs and arms. She felt the smoothness of the features and choked back a sob. <i>All this time, the dwarf had kept a determined gruff but caring demeanor about himself whenever she was in his presence.</i> She turned over the figurine and at the bottom an inscription was carved:<BR><BR>“Tiril, Thank You.”<BR><BR>She stood there weeping openly.
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Postby Aiwe » Thu Jan 22, 2004 11:43 pm

To the sudden relief of everyone involved, Santhec laid a pile of books in front of Fishy and said, "I must leave you for a time. I know not whether the dwarf has decided to join us. I shall return by half-past two at the very latest."<BR><BR>He turned on his heel and slunk out, hardly disturbing the perpetual dust-clouds that plagued the ancient library. <BR><BR>Crow was lying patiently next to Horror, sleek muzzle resting by his paws while the stallion crunched happily at the contents of his nosebag. Every so often, a small droplet of red liquid would seep out from the nosebag and splatter on the cobbles below. <BR><BR>"Good lad," Santhec said. He untied the nosebag from Horror's head, fished out a scrap of something dark red and dribbly, and tossed it to Crow. The dog didn't even give it a chance to land, nor to be chewed. Santhec wiped his gloved hand on his robes and stroked the stallion's muscular neck. "We must see my lord Denethor now, with haste."<BR><BR>Horror made a strange noise, not quite a snort and not quite a nicker, but decidedly unsettling to passersby. He waited for Santhec to mount, then broke into a gallop. Santhec barely ever used the riding crop clipped to the saddle. He wore no spurs, but the horse obeyed him and knew the shortest routes by heart, so that his rider could easily just speak of a destination and rely mainly on Horror's autopilot. <BR><BR>Soon Santhec was in the palace itself, Crow padding along at heel. He reached his lord's chamber and raised a long-fingered hand to knock--but stopped. There were voices in there: Denethor, the dwarf, and a young man with a Minas Tirith accent. Santhec looked down at the genially-panting Crow, and delicately raised a finger to his lips. Or, at least, the place where his lips presumably were under all that black silk. The hound shut his mouth and watched his master intently, silently. <BR><BR>Santhec stood aside from the door, so as not to make a shadow at the crack between wood and marble floor, and carefully pulled a section of hood and scarf aside so that he could press one sharply-pointed ear to the keyhole.<BR><BR>He listened. And listened. And wondered...<BR><BR>"...the chance to retract my tainted name.”<BR><BR><i>My my...tainted indeed? At least you don't have to hide that shaven beard, that mark that makes so many stare, beneath yards of night-dark shadow...A clean-shaven face can stride out into broad dayligh, but a snakeskinned body must be hidden even from the eyes of midnight. Just how tainted are you really, Master Cutter?</i><BR><BR>At the sounds of conclusion, Santhec slithered silently to a respectful distance down the coriidor, then turned and slowly began to make his way back, as if he were in no hurry at all.<BR><BR>The oaken door opened to reveal a clean-shaven dwarf and a boyish young soldier. Santhec quickened his pace.<BR><BR>"Ah, Master Cutter. I came to find you. Have you agreed to join us?"<BR><BR>There was a curt, suspicious nod.<BR><BR>"Good. Come with me. The rest of our party is waiting at the library, from whence we shall depart to pick up supplies at three. I trust you now have a mount?"<BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby fishy071 » Fri Jan 23, 2004 3:48 am

Santhec brought out several books, then announced, "I must leave you for a time. I know not whether the dwarf has decided to join us. I shall return by half-past two at the very latest."<BR><BR>`Phew!’ Fishy thought as Santhec left. She opened one of the books as she stared at the door.<BR><BR>“I hope he’s finally out of the way,” Fishy said as she flipped the pages. “It’s good to be rid of him for awhile because there are some things we need to discuss.” Lunil, Aremin, and Mithnen agreed.<BR><BR>Looking at the three ladies, Fishy began, “First of all, I have a bad feeling about all this. Steward Denethor has been acting strangely, and Boromir going to Rivendell bothers me, too. I wish Gandalf were here, but I understand he is needed more elsewhere. I recall him warning about the dangers of the palantiri, and I think it is showing in Steward Denethor. I have always find him to be greedy and arrogant, and these days he’s gotten worse.”
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Postby mithrandir111 » Fri Jan 23, 2004 12:43 pm

<BR><i>On hearing Gandalf's name being mentioned Tudant slid from behinf a book case to reveal himself to the group.</i> <BR><BR>" Indeed Fishy Gandalf has other more important matters to attend too but he told me of this quest and asked me to come in his stead."<BR><BR>"Only one of you here knows me," Tudant expressed while looking at Luinil "but I hope that you can trust my word on who I am." <BR><BR>"And who exactly are you" asked Fishy.<BR><BR>" I am Tudant and a wizard as Gandalf is, I am a good freind of his and come here with his blessing."<BR><BR><i>Tudant then motioned too Luinil to come and speak to him alone. Luinil excused herself and followed Tudant.</i><BR><BR>"Luinil it has being a while since we last spoke, the reason I want to talk to you is that I have recently spoken with Legolas and he wishes me to say that he is missing you and that I am charged with your protection."<BR><BR>" I need no protection." retorted Luinil in a angry tone of voice.<BR><BR>" He only sent this word as a reassurance, I know you are quite capable but it eased his mind for me to agree with him to deliver this message."<BR><BR><i>that Luinil smiled. It touched the wizards heart.</i><BR><BR>" Now lets go and join the others and talk over some ideas." <BR><BR><i>The wizard and the elf wandered back to the rest of the group both looking happier and more at ease than before.</i><BR><BR>" First of all I would like too state that Denethor does not know of my precence here although he knows I would be joining you on your quest, he does not know that I am in this city and I would like to keep it that way."<BR><BR><i>The group seemed to accept Tudant's precence easily and soon they were all conversing as old friends might. <BR>Tudant then brought his pipe from somewhere in his cloak and began to smoke, the look in his eyes eased at once and he looked and felt much more contented.</i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby fishy071 » Sat Jan 24, 2004 2:22 am

Suddenly a figure in green appeared from behind the bookshelf. He introduced himself as Tudant and a friend of Gandalf. He and Lunil stepped aside for awhile, then returned. They all agreed that it was better not to let Steward Denethor know about him.<BR><BR>Tudant took off his green pointed hat, grabbed his pipe, and began to smoke. He had the wise look of a wizard, and resembled Gandalf in some ways. They were glad to have a wizard with them.<BR><BR>“I thought there were only five wizards,” Fishy said. “There’s Gandalf the Grey, Saruman the White, Radagast the Brown, and Pallando and Alatar the Blue. Why have you never been mentioned?”
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sat Jan 24, 2004 2:52 pm

After picking up Mithnen, the group finally made it to the House of Lore. Santhec quickly picked up some books and putting them on the table infront of Fishy he excused himself to attend some buissness.<BR><BR>"That man is as mysterious and haunting as a Nazgul." said Aine as she flew passed him when he left.<BR>Luinil smiled at her remark.<BR>"Im with you on that Aine..."<BR><BR>As Luinil was moving closer to the table, when a familiar figure emerged from behind a bookshelf.<BR>Luinil's grin went wider. She had not see Tudant in such a long time. He was good friends with Mithrandir and Legolas. He called her aside. <BR><BR>"It is so good to see you Tudant." Luinil exclaimed. She greeted him in the elven fashsion. <BR>"What are you doing here?" asked Aine in an excited voice.<BR>"Im glad to see you too Aine." Tudant said.<BR>He told them of why he was here and of what Legolas said.<BR>After, they walked back to join the group.<BR> *****************<BR><i>Tudant had seen Legolas not that long ago. Most probable after Aremin. He also said that the Fellowship are on their way to South. I hope that Legolas is alright.</i> She closed her eyes and saw his face......<i>My heart is ever with you Legolas.....</i><BR> *****************<BR>She walked back to the group as Tudant had done a second earlier.....<BR>"Which Palatiri shall we try to get first?" asked Luinil. She had been wondering about this for a while.
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Postby mithrandir111 » Mon Jan 26, 2004 6:26 am

<i>On hearing fishy talking about the five wizards Tudant's became alarmed.</i><BR><BR>"Few know of the blue wizards, and I am suprised you do." exclaimed Tudant hurridely<BR>"The less said about the affair's of wizards the better." Tudant exlaimed unkindly.<BR><BR><i>Fishy did not take to kindly to this and eyed Tudant suspiciously. After speaking his part Tudant sat back and continued to smoke enjoying the joint scent of pipe smoke and old books.</i><BR><BR><i>After Tudant had spoke his part Luinil asked which palantir they should look for first. This was a question to which Tudant felt uncomfortable. Knowing of Sarumans treason Tudant wished to take away his palantir, but Orthanc was now a strong hold and evil walked freely there.</i> <BR><BR>"Has anyone here have any knowledge of where the stones are now?" asked fishy purposely looking at Tudant.<BR><BR>"I know some lore on this subject but I am sure that some scrolls here could shed light on the subject more than I." Tudant said looking defiant.<BR><BR><BR><i>Just then the library door opened and in stepped a short figure and a taller one with an ill feel to him. Tudant rightly assumed that the short figure was the Dwarf that had been discussed before. The tall one he knew also as he ahd overheard a great many things since arriving in Minas Tirith. Despite the best efforts of the rest of the group there faces showed mistrust towards Santhec.</i> <BR>
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Postby Mithnen » Mon Jan 26, 2004 11:41 am

As Luinil and the wizard walked back to the table, Mithnen could see in the Elf's eyes that Tudant had brought her great tidings. This made the Ranger's heart light: to see one so fair pulled out of shadows. She then felt a great burden lifted from her shoulders as she recalled Faramir's words earlier. <i>"Try to have fun."</i> She smirked to herself and nodded in greetings at the wizard. <i>Oh,</i> she thought, looking down at the table, <i>I'll have plenty of fun.</i><BR><BR>"Which palantiri shall we try to get first?" Luinil asked the group.<BR><BR>Mithnen looked up. "At the moment, I would say we start in the North. As I was traveling south, I heard rumors that the Nine were roaming the lands of Eriador all the way east to the Vale of the Anduin." She paused and shurgged her shoulders. "But now, I think we should first get better accquainted with the Stones."<BR><BR>She already knew a great deal about the Seven Seeing-Stones, but not nearly enough to be fully prepared for their journey that lay before them. She filed through a folio of wrinkled parchment, scanning each page for something that might have information about any of the Stones.<BR><BR>"Has anyone here have any knowledge of where the stones are now?" asked Fishy. Mithnen caught a glance from the Easterling girl to the wizard.<BR><BR>"I know some lore on this subject but I am sure that some scrolls here could shed light on the subject more than I." Tudant said looking defiant.<BR><BR>"I was taught much on the Stones' history," Mithnen contributed. "Mostly of the ones in the North. I know very little on those of Osgiliath and the two towers of the Sun and Moon. And of the Orthanc Stone I know even less."<BR><BR>It was then that the door of the library flew open. Their conversation ceased as their heads all turned in unison to see who had entered. One tall, familiar shadow loomed over a shorter, stockier one. She recognized one as Santhec, and the other as the Dwarf in the Council. She couldn't remember his name, but she remembered one thing that struck her as very odd: his clean face. <i>He's been shamed,</i> she thought empathetically. <BR><BR>"Working hard, ladies?" Santhec hissed. Once again, she shuddered at the sound of his voice. "Oh, I see you've been joined by another."<BR><BR>Mithnen moved her chair a little further away as the Harad took the seat next to her. She watched where the Dwarf would seat himself, if he would sit at all. He seemed distant from the rest of them. She liked that for she could associate with it.
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Postby fishy071 » Tue Jan 27, 2004 12:43 am

"Few know of the blue wizards, and I am surprised you do." exclaimed Tudant, alarmed.<BR><BR>“I heard stories about the five wizards,” Fishy replied. "I spend quite a bit of time in libraries."<BR><BR>"The less said about the affair's of wizards the better," Tudant reminded.<BR><BR>Fishy was disappointed, but realized that he was right. People can’t be trusted, especially with the darkness rising, and no one ever knew if there was anyone spying. She was then glad to have a wizard in the group. When Lunil asked about which Stone to look for first, Mithnen told them about the rumors about the Fellowship and suggested about starting from the North.<BR><BR>Fishy asked, “Has anyone here have any knowledge of where the Stones are now?”<BR><BR>Tudant talked about the scrolls and books, and Mithnen mentioned about the history of the palantiri. Fishy was about the mention about the dangers of the palantiri she had heard from Gandalf, and her bad feeling about the several things when the door suddenly flew open to reveal Santhec and Mr. Cutter.<BR><BR>`Uh oh!’ Fishy thought.<BR><BR>"Working hard, ladies? Oh, I see you've been joined by another,” the mysterious man hissed and sat down next to Mithnen. Mr. Cutter slowly approached and sat down at a table far from them. Fishy wondered how long Santhec had been eavesdropping outside the library, then realized he couldn’t have since Mr. Cutter was with him. However, Mr. Cutter’s behavior was somewhat strange. He could have helped the mysterious man spy for some form of payment.<BR><BR>“I see that the dwarf has agree to join us,” Fishy said, not wanting to introduce Tudant or reveal anything about him to Santhec. “How did it go with the Steward? Do you have any updated information?”<BR><BR>The mysterious man answered her questions and turned to the wizard, “And just who are you?”
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Sun Feb 01, 2004 3:10 pm

Santhec and Bricklerboar entered the room. After Santhec questioned Tudant, Luinil spoke up before Turdant could answer.<BR><BR>"I know a bit about the Palantiri that my mother and Mithrandir tought me." Everyone became silent as Luinil started her story.<BR>"Long ago during the Year of the Two Trees in the Valinor, Seven Stones were created by Feanor called the Palantiri meaning "far-sight". These Stones were not put to use until the Valar raised the land known as Numenore. The Stones were given to the Kings of Numenore as gifts. As the decline of Numenore was in motion, the Faithful took the Stones and fled the Island before it sunk. Lord Elendil and his sons were part of the Faithful and escaped the island. When they reached Middle-earth they set up strongholds and divided the Stones between them. Three of the Stones went to Elendil and two Stones each went to his two sons. Elendil placed each one of his Stones in different strongholds. One went to Emyn Beraid or the Tower Hills in Eriador, west of the Shire. One went to Annuminas which is North of the Shire. The last went to Amon Sul or Weather Top. His sons took theirs and placed one in Minas Anor now called Minas Tirith, one in Minas Ithil with is now called Minas Morgol, one in The Tower of Orthanc, and the last in Osgiliath.<BR>The ones in Amon Sul and Annuminas were lost to the Sea when the ship of Arvedni sank to the ocean floor. The one of Osgiliath also was lost to the Sea during the Kin-Strife.<BR>The Orthance Stone is now in the hands of Saurman, the Minas Tirith Stone is now in the hands of the Steward and the Minas Ithil Stone is either destoryed or in the hands of the enemy."<BR>She paused....<BR>"The Stone in the Tower Hills, I believe should not be touched. It has a different power than the others. I don't know what Denethor is trying to accomplish but we might be able to obtain the Stones that were lost to the Ocean by calling the Lords Osse and Ulmo. They might be able to help us find them but then again they might choose not to. I also think we should try to find out what happened to the Stone in Minas Ithil, though it will be very risky."<BR><BR>OOC: Hope this helped!! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby fishy071 » Tue Feb 03, 2004 3:19 am

‘Uh oh!’ thought Fishy. `I hope Tudant can handle this.’ A relief came over her when Lunil began the story of the palantiri before the Santhec could learn anything more about the wizard.<BR><BR>Much of the story was familiar to Fishy since she had heard and read about Middle-Earth in Gondor. Hearing about Laurelin and Telperion often grieved her because the beautiful work and reward of the Valar were later destroyed by Melkor and Ungoliant. It was because of Melkor that Sauron became the Dark Lord. She also perceived Feanor as arrogant, greedy, and corrupted by the Silmarils. It sounded as if those three jewels were in a way like the One Ring: both had the power to corrupt people.<BR><BR>Fishy admired Lord Elendil and his sons for their deeds, but was often upset that Isiludur took the One Ring, allowing evil to endure. Still, she understood the Ring’s incredible power to distort anyone and everyone. The palantiri were useful in gathering news of Middle-Earth, but with a price. It seemed to her that everything was made to twist people’s bodies and minds, or eventually be used by the dark side. <BR><BR>The Easterling Gondorian had learned about the locations and fate of the palantiri, but she often got confused. She grabbed a parchment and quill lying on the table and noted the following:<BR><i><OL><BR><li>Emyn Beraid (Tower Hills): different from others?<BR><li>Annuminas: lost to Sea<BR><li>Amon Sul (Weather Top): lost to Sea<BR><li>Minas Anor or Tirith: with Denethor<BR><li>Minas Ithil or Morgol: destroyed or with Sauron?<BR><li>Orthanc: with Saruman<BR><li>Osgiliath: lost to Sea<BR></OL></i><BR><BR>Lunil suggested searching for the ones lost to the Sea, possibly with the aid Lords Ulmo and Osse, and find out what happened to the Ithil Stone.<BR><BR>“Those are good ideas, “ Fishy complimented, “but how can we mortals summon the Valar and Maiar? We have no such power.” It was true, especially since she was from a race allying with Melkor and Sauron. She wished the others of her race would become traitors as well so Middle-Earth would have a larger and better army and defense.<BR><BR>“Leave that to us immortals,” Aremin replied. “Tudant and we elves could try.”<BR><BR>“I have written down the location and fates of each Stone as you told us,” Fishy announced and laid the parchment in the middle of the table. “Let’s hit the books and scrolls for now.”<BR><BR>“Right,” Tudant agreed, “we should try to learn more about the palantiri. It might give us better clues on where to find them.”<BR><BR>Just then, Faramir entered the library.
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Thu Feb 05, 2004 10:30 am

Aremin had been content to listen to the others, as was her usual way, and to take in things and study the people...their actions and moods. She would need to have a general idea of all her companions' personalities for use in the near future. Her royal blue eyes gazed from one speaker to the next, taking in their gestures, speech, and also trying to see a bit of what was hidden behind their eyes, so to speak. Aremin was almost sure that Santhec was doing the exact same thing.<BR><BR>When Fishy had said her piece, Aremin's quietly powerful voice involuntarily demanded silence when she mused out loud,"Contact with the Valar...Illuvatar knows we could use their help!" <BR><BR>Aremin was once again silent, as were the rest of the group, waiting for what she would say next. Turning to Luinil, Aremin said,"Mighty though we are among mortals, do you not think it wise that we should contact those who are mighty among our race before undertaking such a task as speaking with the Valar? I believe a certain possesion you have, my friend, would enable us to speak with those wiser than us. I believe we should contact my uncle, the Lord Elrond, and also the Lady Galadriel. What do you think?" Santhec's eyes narrowed from behind his black swathes of cloth.<BR><BR>Knowing that she should be a bit more inclusive to the rest of the group, Aremin added to all of them,"Your knowledge runs deep, and such knowledge is crucial to the mission. So Denethor wants us to leave at ten tonight? Hmm...how then should we go about finding the Stones? Which should we persue first?"
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Thu Feb 05, 2004 3:02 pm

Luinil was suprised that Lady Aremin had reacted the way she did, but Aremin did have a point. No one knew that Luinil was a desendent of the Lady Luthien, why else would the Valar grant her the company of one of their fairies. But Luinil wasnt about to blow Aine's presence now. Thankful for her hood she nodded at Aremin in agreement and walked to one of the bookshelves and leaned against it. She had had enough, let them figure out what to do by themselves she thought to herself, we are running out of time to talk about it, we need to get going. <BR><BR>Tudant looked at Luinil as she made her way over to the bookshelf. He understood what she meant, because only he could see Aine besides Luinil.<BR><BR>Whatever they decide I'll go along with, but the only other stone to collect would be the one in the Tower Hills and if they choose that one I'll defend it. No one should touch it for it shows far over the Western Seas, Luinil though to herself...
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Postby Mithnen » Wed Feb 18, 2004 8:52 am

There was silence. What had befallen thus far were things she was not used to; but silence, silence had been her haven for much of her life. Tudant watched Luinil cross the floor to the nearest bookshelf. Santhec eyed the entire troupe warily. Aremin scratched the surface of the table. Fishy was still flipping through folios and skimming scrolls. Cutter, the Dwarf, seemed disinterested in everything that went on about him. Mithnen shared his indifference, but she felt it her obligation to answer Aremin's question.<BR><BR>"It's a race," she began, "just as Denethor told us. The Nine are scavenging in the North, and unless they dare to journey so close to the shore of the Sea to search for rumors, the only Stone left for them is in the Tower Hills. And they will not get far on <i>that</i> mission." She glanced at the two Elves. "The Elves are far too vigilant."<BR><BR>"We have to start somewhere." She heard a voice that she did not recognize. Turning to a nearby corner, Mithnen saw Cutter against the wall. "If not the North, then let's begin here in the South, makes no matter to me."<BR><BR>Mithnen nodded. She felt reprimanded. Then there was more silence. This was an odd silence, however. It felt to her as if a lightning storm were brewing above their heads. She could feel the tension between them all. She only hoped that they would be able to agree on one thing: where to begin.<BR><BR>"We could attempt to beat Sauron to Osgiliath," Santhec hissed from behind the cloth that covered much of his face.<BR><BR>Mithnen nodded again. She looked up from the table and caught Aremin's eye. "Where stand your disposition to begin our quest at Osgiliath, Lady Aremin?"<BR><BR>"It's a strategic play," she replied. "But Mordor forces hold the Eastern shore. If we try to cross the river we must be swift and silent as shadows."<BR><BR>From the corner of her eye, Mithnen caught what looked like a grin from beneath Santhec's cloth. She turned to face him. "And you, Master Arandakh," she started, hoping that she showed him her bravery and not her cowardice. "You stand for Osgiliath." Santhec nodded in return.<BR><BR>One by one, each companion consented. At ten o'clock that night they would leave the city and head east towards Osgiliath.<BR><BR>"Now that that's out of the way, we only have one more topic to discuss," Mithnen stated. She let a calm silence engulf the troupe as she took a hard glance at every one of the companions. She saw the fortitude in each of their eyes and secretly hoped that it was reflected into her own. "A leader," she said simply, hoping that someone would speak up so they wouldn't have to go into another lengthy debate.
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Postby mithrandir111 » Thu Feb 19, 2004 1:07 pm

At the mention of a leader Tudant seemed awoken as if from a trance.<BR><BR><i>"If no-one has any objections Gandalf wished me to lead this fellowship." </i><BR>Tudant looked quickly but carefully at all faces present before continuing. <BR><i>”Does anyone has any objections let them speak now."</i><BR><BR><i>"I object at the present wizard." </i> hissed Santhec<BR>"I do not know anything about you."<BR><BR>Tudant expected this reaction from Santhec. <BR><BR><i>"We have met before you and I but I did not look as I appear now."</i><BR> Tudant spoke in a soft but firm tone of voice.<BR><BR>Tudant continued <BR><BR><i>"It was a good number of years ago, do you not remember I gave you a small bag of tea leaves and you asked where I got it from."</i><BR><BR>As Tudant said this Santhec relaxed a little and even smiled in his own fashion.<BR><BR><i>"Does anyone else have an objection?"</i> Tudant asked softly<BR><BR>Tudant had now obviously said his lot and sat back to await any answers.
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Fri Feb 20, 2004 2:57 pm

Aremin sat slightly and frowned. "I have an objection." <BR><BR>Startled, the young looking wizard and the others looked at her wisened yet beautiful face and fathomlessly knowledgeable eyes. <BR><BR>"Sir, I do not know you, and I ask, how can I trust you? Mithrandir is a very personal friend of mine, and his judgement I shall trust, but in this case how do I know that his judgement indeed was invoked? What qualities have you to offer? Knowledge? -Who- are you?" Aremin's elven senses scanned Tudant up and down, but she found no traces of ill will or the taint of evil. Still, she must be vigilant...she sighed quietly.
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Postby Aiwe » Fri Feb 20, 2004 4:27 pm

"The good Lady speaks for all of us, I think," said Santhec. "Who are you indeed? I personally may not be on a first-name basis with any maiar, but I am still suspicious of one who claims friendship with the Grey Pilgrim and yet has no evidence but heresay. A gift of tea-leaves years ago is not enough to convince me of your fitness as a leader."<BR><BR>"So you wish to lead the group yourself?" snorted the wizard.<BR><BR>"Goodness no. I am but a humble servant of my lord Denethor. I am a follower of sorts, but most definitely not a commander of anyone but myself. No, I am not the one to lead. The one to lead is the one who has the most experience in the subject. I am content to follow whomsoever you may choose...so long as he, or she, keeps to the task at hand."<BR><BR>With that Santhec pulled a tusty tome towards his seat at the table, and began idly flipping through the pages, effectively shutting everyone out.<BR><BR><BR>--Aiwe
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Postby Luinil_2007 » Fri Feb 20, 2004 6:19 pm

<i>Now is as good a time as ever to see if Aremin trusts my judgement.. I know I trust hers, but what if she thinks me to be hasty and not as experinced as herself.. I mean she is older than me... </i><BR><BR>Luinil spoke in elven to Aremin, before Tudant had a chance to answer.<BR>"Would you trust my judgment if I told you that his background could not be said.. at least not yet.. but he is as great a leader as Mithrandir, for Legolas and I have known him for many years and that I think it would be wise to make him as our leader."<BR><BR>She looked at Aremin in wonder trying to read what was going through her mind as she waited for her to answer.<BR><BR>She was glad that the group had chosen to go to Osgilaith instead of Emyn Beraid, she didnt know what she would do if they went there.<BR><BR>"Also Aremin" Luinil said in elven once again "What do you think of the Seeing Stone in Emyn Beraid, do you think it is wise to collect that stone.. for it holds special powers that the rest do not."
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Postby Lady_Aremin » Fri Feb 20, 2004 11:27 pm

Aremin spoke in Quenyan elvish, to make sure that none of the others truly understood what she was saying to Luinil.<BR><BR>"My friend, I do trust your judgement. I had met you long ago and I have met you now, I know for certain that there is no darkness in you. Legolas has been my friend time out of mind. I shall trust your wise counsel on this matter," Aremin finished and smiled very friendly at the other elf. <BR><BR>"The stone may have more power, but with more power comes more severe greed, hatred, and the will to hurt so long as one obtains the stone. I do not wish to persue that stone...No, indeed I believe Osgiliath would be a suitable starting point."<BR><BR>As Aremin said this, she wondered if Osgiliath was too close to Denethor. His eyes reached far and wide, and could be found everywhere in Gondor...Was the city near Minas Tirith too close for comfort?
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Postby Mithnen » Mon Feb 23, 2004 2:26 pm

<i>"Who are you indeed?"</i> she heard Santhec ask of the wizard. Mithnen wondered along the same lines as the Harad, only Santhec had decided to think aloud while she kept it to herself.<BR><BR>She had only met the wizard Mithrandir once before on a brief visit to Imladris. She knew naught of his previous counsels and confidences so naturally she would not have ever heard of Tudant. But it seemed that even those who had held many confidences with him had not learned his name before. Except for Luinil.<BR><BR>Mithnen glanced discretely at Luinil and Aremin as they held their private coucil. She understood most of Luinil’s Sindarin, and what she heard sparked her curiosity more than anything else that had been previously said. <i>“Would you trust my judgment if I told you that his background could not be said.. at least not yet..”</i> Mithnen’s eyes traveled up to Tudant. A wondering, interrogative gleam was in them. <BR><BR>But Mithnen didn’t even know the Elf that well either. She knew that malice did not naturally lie in the hearts of the Eldar; but she had always had trouble adjusting to strangers.<BR><BR>Then she heard Lady Aremin reply to Luinil in Quenya. Mithnen sighed, for she did not understand a word of it.<BR><BR>Then the slight Elvish murmuring ceased. It was like a song had reached its end and there was more silence.<BR><BR>She had to say something. “If this matter cannot be resolved simply, as I had hoped, then I propose that a sole leader is not elected. Instead we could all take part in the guidance of this quest.” She paused and sighed. “Unless,” she said as she stood from her seat, “anyone thinks this proposition unwise.” <BR><BR>She bit her tongue just then. She had wanted to tell them all that she couldn’t stand being in the musty chamber for one more moment and that if they did not come to a solution soon they would have to come to one without her.<BR><BR>“Or we could retire for a time and speak of it somewhere else,” she suggested hopefully.
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