The Expected Party!!

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Postby Frelga » Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:10 am

Geli the Magnificent perched on an upturned barrel in the inn yard, munching on a piece of sweet bun courtesy of Bell the kitchen lass. She watched Aramir and his mysterious escort with one eye, while the other was turned to the road. It was empty, but in the distance the dust tail still wagged happily behind Fiona's company.

The juggler took another bite and tried to be sensible. Gondor was a long way off, Tom Bombadil was an enigmatic creature for sure, but hardly paying audience, and Bril didn't seem to have much show dog potential after all. And the Eagle... Ah yes, the Eagle.

Geli's calculations were interrupted by the commotion among the stable lads. Another party was leaving the inn, this one of tradeshobbits intent on purchasing Longbottom Leaf at the source. There's was a sturdy pony and the bright cart looked empty. It had just enough room for a slim and engaging jester girl.

Geli sprung off the barrel and raced toward the cart. The shiny orb spun on her finger, sending sun-bunnies to play on the harness and the smiling hobbit faces. The cart hardly passed the gates when it acquired a passenger. The jester gave Aramir a jingling wave. "Have fun traveling with your older friend," she called.

With any luck, she would catch up with the Eagle and his friends that day. And the next day, maybe she will try being sensible again.
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Postby Cock-Robin » Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:32 pm

It was not long before the swift Eagle came back to where the party was. Tom was on his back and saw the party. "Aye, a merry party is that. There is Robin and his company."

"Yes, and the one who changes into a wolf is the one missing, the one caught by the Wight." said Gwaeryn. "There, I was lacking in my vigilance, and the sight of the Eagles failed."

"That shall soon be mended, friend Eagle." said Tom, as they landed, to see the others come running.

"Whoa, there!" said Tom, holding up his hand. "You need not come like that, a huffing and puffing like a bellows. Tom Bombadil is here."

They all stopped as if struck stiff.

"Tom, old friend, we have a problem. My friend Bril is caught in a barrow." said Robin.

"Tom knows. Follow me." He went dancing off along the barrows, the others following, Fiona with the look of worry on her face. Tom took off his hat and waved it at a nearby barrow, one which didn't have the odor of fear and death around it.

"Ho, Ursula! What are ye doing, a skulking and a-hiding? Old Tom's not so blind as all that. Come out, I shall need your help in carrying out a guest."

He came to the barrow where Bril was entombed, and went in the dark door.

Bril was laying on a stone slab, encrusted with gold and jewels, and the dreadful spell of the Barrow-Wight was just beginning. Tom removed his hat and called out:

Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the wind go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand forever shut, till the world is mended.


There was a cry and part of the chamber fell in with a crash. There was a long, trailing shriek, fading away into the distance, and then silence.

"Come, friend Ursula, help me carry him out into the sunlight." said Tom.

Bril was still in wolf-form, draped in a cloth and garlanded with gold and gems. He looked so handsome, that none was appalled at his form. Indeed, clad with a golden circlet and a silver pendant with a green stone, he looked noble, like a wolf-king. Fiona knelt down beside him as he was laid down on a hillside.

"He feels so cold." she said.

"Fear not, Fiona, the worst is over." said Robin. "Tom will see to that. There was a sound of thumping and stamping from within the barrow. Tom came out, bearing a great armful of treasure, which he laid on the hillside beside Bril.

He raised his hand, while Fiona held Bril in her arms, and called out in a clear and commanding voice:

Wake now my merry lad! Wake and hear me calling!
Warm now be heart and limb! The cold stone is fallen;
Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken.
Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!"


To Fiona's great joy, Bril stirred and opened his eyes, looking up at her, then at Tom. "Fiona! I thought you were dead. A host of foes surrounded us and we were all slain! The arrows in my heart!"

Tom laughed. "That was only a dream. Awake now!"
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Postby LordImrahil » Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:03 pm

Taran's mind was reeling from so many unexpected blows in such a short period of time. Trying not to be noticed by anyone, he was running over the last few minutes in his head and trying to force them to make sense. The gut-wrenching fear of barrow-wights had still not faded, and was certainly clouding his thought processes. Before he could even get used to the idea of a giant talking eagle, Taran had suddenly found himself caught in a battle between barrow-wights and Tom Bombadil! And Tom's power was astonishing! Real magic had been used here, and the wight had been vanquished easily. Taran felt suddenly silly holding his hammer. Like I would have made a bit of difference. He looked around nervously, but it didn't seem like anyone was going to make fun of him for it. In fact, no one was paying him much attention at all, which suited Taran just fine.

Everyone was watching the wolf that this Ursala woman had carried out of the barrow. He was a little worried that everyone else appeared to know what was going on, and the pretty girl Fiona was even hugging the creature, but Taran hated looking stupid, so he wasn't about to ask any questions. Just observe everything carefully; it'll all make sense soon enough. This world-view was immediately challenged when the wolf stood and transformed into Bril. He might have gasped, but he wasn't sure. He hoped he hadn't. Again, no one seemed at all surprised by this turn of events, so Taran did his best to act like wolves routinely turned into people all around him. He watched Ursala and Bril exchange an intense and meaningful look, and wondered again who she was.

People were talking together, but Taran ignored them and edged closer to his horse Pepper, hoping to stow away his hammer before anyone noticed how foolish he had been. As he got closer, Tom Bombadil began to speak again in that singsong voice. The real Tom Bombadil! I'll ask him my question as soon as possible. I wonder if I can get him alone for a bit.

"Hey now, my merry friends! A pleasant task awaits us." Tom had spread the treasure from the barrow on the grass and claimed that the barrow would be forever cleansed if the items were left free for roaming travellers to take. "And each of us may take a thing, and set the spell a-going. And then I must be off again, to my house amidst the Forest. Perhaps you'll come and join old Tom, eh? A splendid feast awaits us there, and Goldberry is waiting."

Perfect. I'll ask him sometime at his house. Meanwhile, people were inspecting the treasure and seeing if there was anything they might want. Taran had spotted something at once, but waited to make sure no one was watching before he picked it up. He took one long look at it and then stuffed it in his bag beside his hammer. It was a short sword sheathed in leather. He had felt a strong attraction on seeing the handle; it was an intricate piece of work shaped like two snakes, red and gold, wrapped around each other, with the tips of the tails balled into a pommel and the heads facing outward to form the hilts. The gold snake appeared to be smiling while the red one was snarling. He closed his bag and pulled Pepper towards the rest of the group, still gathering together to go to Tom's.
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Postby Rodia » Wed Dec 24, 2008 7:50 pm

The hobbit cart rolled along merrily. Geli kept the traders entertained with drinking songs from all over the realm, and sprinkled glitter over the paper wraps prepared for the Longbottom Leaf. Fiona's party vanished from view, but a turn of the road revealed someone else - last night's young singer from the inn, walking along the roadside with his lire packed away as carefully as Geli's precious guitar.


With his heart leaping about like a frightened hare, Dust trudged down the path. He felt terrible. The song had claimed a good applause, true, and even the mocking jester seemed satisfied. Not that it mattered to him, not in the least. He kicked a pebble out of his way as his heart jolted again, this time knotting itself up in his throat. He had made it through the song, somehow, horribly, on half a breath, on a gasp. He had held it and nearly fainted when the last verse finally came, and he breached it without faltering. Perhaps the jester had cocked her head so because she knew he sung six parts instead of nine. But he had barely made it. And when she turned her back, he slipped away, because he knew he could not stand an encore. He had made his way out the back door, and when one of the tavern girls asked about his hurry, he answered with a pitiful squeak.

Dust breathed deep, trying to force the knot back down his throat. It was close, but at least he had made it through the song. Not like the time before. He had not expected his voice to fail him so ridiculously. The laughs still burned in his mind and made his ears turn red. Practice could not mend this; it was like a curse that had to pass on its own. But, meanwhile, one still had to eat...

The rolling of a cart sounded behind him. Dust stepped aside and glanced back without much hope or interest. They would not take him, certainly, if he could not pay, and his only fortune could not be relied on.

"Hey, it's the bard!" Geli's cry could have stirred a much wider audience than the two hobbits. "It's..." The boy had to be Someone of Somewhere but the details escaped her at the moment. "You mark this day, my good masters," Geli plowed on instead. "Mark it well, because you will want to tell your grandchildren how you gave a ride to a famous bard before he had quite earned his renown." In light of that promise, the hobbits made no argument when Geli waved to Dust. "Morning, Master Bard. Would you like to ride for a while? I don't mind stretching my legs."

Clearly, the jester had not seen Dust cringe and shudder when he recognised her voice. He experienced a strange mix of sensations, at once tickled by her praise and furious that she would corner him, again, at the worst of times. Did she think he needed her help to earn his keep?

He coughed into his fist and did his best to smile. The hobbits in the cart looked enthusiastic, but not half so much as the little jester. Dust sent a prayer to the muses that his voice would hold steady, and spoke.

"Thank you kindly! But I couldn't make a lady walk while I rode." All was well. He breathed out again, preparing for another test. Judging by the previous night, this girl was not the kind to give up easily.

"You are not," Geli returned, alighting on the road. "It's only me."

"Nevertheless," Dust replied nobly, raising his hand for emphasis, "I'd rather walk, thank you."

"Suit yourself." Geli climbed back into the cart and folded her legs under her. "Say, what was your name again? The inn was mighty noisy last night." She turned to the hobbits to explain, "You should have heard the applause, my good masters. The walls were shaking."

If they were, Dust couldn't remember it. He raised an eyebrow at the girl, but only half hoped she would tone down her praise.

"I'm Dust," he replied, and left it at that. He could feel a terrible squeak forming in his throat.

"Dust!" Geli gave herself a hearty slap on the forehead that toppled her back into the cart, bells jingling on her anklets. "Of course. How could I forget," she said, poking her head up again between the two laughing hobbits. "I am Geli the Magnificent." She paused, counting days on her fingers. "Right. The Magnificent. It's not Tuesday."

Dust could not help a smile, a genuine one that time. Geli the Magnificent. He only now remembered the name and how absurd it was. "I think it's Wednesday," he supplied, almost forgetting about the danger of speaking. "But I'm certain you're magnificent on any day of the week," he added generously.

"Except Tuesdays. On Tuesdays I am The Incredible," Geli explained, smiling back. She drew a weak hand across her brow, wiping imaginary sweat. "Whew! Finally a smile for me. For a bard, you are a mighty tough mark, Master Dust."

Dust shrugged but kept on smiling. "My apologies. I was lost in thought when you caught up with me and I think I haven't quite found my way back."

Geli clapped both palms over her mouth and stared at Dust out of two round, frightened yes. "I am sorry," she whispered through her hands. "I hope I didn't interrupt you in the middle of the poem. Maybe you should ride? It would be easier to concentrate. Are you going to the celebration?"

"Please, it's quite all right," Dust began before he understood that it was all an act. Geli's horrified gasp was of the same sort as her tumble into the back of the cart. But if she was a trickster, she also seemed to have all the news.

"The celebration?" he asked, belatedly realising that he should have lied, pretended to be headed straight for it, and ousted the girl from the cart. No celebration, whatever its cause, was complete without a singer.

"The hundred year party in Gondor," Geli reminded. "Well, Minas Tirith will have the biggest one, of course, but the best parties are always in Umbar. Still, I think I'll stop in Minas Tirith first," the jester mused, with the air of one doing Minas Tirith a magnificent favor.

"Of course, the one in Gondor," it was Dust's turn to slap his forehead, though he did it a mite less theatrically and refrained from toppling back into the ditch. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he grinned. A small, treacherous squeak tinted the last few words, so he coughed, and hoped that no one would think anything of it.

"Right. In fact, I am looking to rejoin a party - of people, I mean, not party with drinks and fireworks - that came with me to Bree. They were going to Tom's first - that's Tom Bombadil, you know, and I thought, well, he's not much of an audience, and then I thought, what am I thinking! And an Eagle traveled them - a Great Eagle, my good masters, and what a poet he is! He gave me a ride early last morning, at the very tip of the dawn. I've never seen stars in such splendor! And the sword dancer traveled with us for a while, but he turned aside." Geli's face fell for a moment, but she soon brightened. "You ought to come along, Master Dust. Fiona is as sweet a girl as you've ever met, and she would love to have a real bard in her company. And then the Eagle... and the... well, all the rest of them."

The Eagle and the rest of them, she said. Dust's smile faded as she spoke and was replaced first by an expression of doubt, then a look of absolute enchantment which he took great pains to suppress. Tom Bombadil, she said, and...as if the mention of Minas Tirith had not been enough.

The jester twisted in the cart, rearranging bundles. She shifted, moved, made room and beckoned.

The Eagle, the sword dancer, and the rest. Dust swallowed the grin that kept creeping up to his face. Catching an approving look from the hobbits, he gripped the side of the cart and swung up.

"Minas Tirith, you say?" he spoke just a mite too loud, but that was only to drown out his own heartbeat.


(OOC:Geli by Frelga, naturally, and I'm sorry this is not the original character I planned to join with but I never got around to making that one's story up, and Frelga coaxed me into blowing the dust off of Dust, and...well..hm. Rwhen, I know you don't mind :*. And this time I'm here to stay, on shore and at the worst I'll leave next April.)
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Postby Frelga » Sun Dec 28, 2008 4:02 pm

"Minas Tirith, sure," Geli nodded, folding her legs into a pretzel to free up space for the young bard. "Not at once, of course. There's time to roam. Time to see splendid and marvelous things. Tom should be one, don't you think?" In the interests of saving room, the jester pulled her guitar into her lap and began to tug off the wrappings.

"Yes," Dust replied absent-mindedly. It took him a few seconds to catch himself. "Oh, yes. Tom Bombadil...he's...well, he's a legend. I've heard so many songs about him I almost forgot he really existed." He watched her hands, nimble and thin, and was suddenly struck by something she said.

"Did you say an Eagle gave you a ride?" he asked cautiously, already feeling a fool. She was joking, of course, pulling his leg, spicing her story up with incredible things that a bard's audience might be coaxed into believing, but never the bard himself. This jester, riding on the back of a Great Eagle! Dust waited for an answer, prepared to claim he had only meant to tease, if she should laugh at him for believing the nonsense.

"Oh! Oh yes!" Geli threw back her head as if still feeling the wind of that predawn flight; dark eyes shone with remembered starlight. "It's like being on the biggest fairgrounds swings ever, only faster, higher, more magnificent than anything. So high you just want to stretch your hand and make the stars jingle like wind chimes. You see a slip of a cloud up ahead, and then you are plunged into it, through the wet and the cold, and then you are clear and can just imagine it clinging to your shoulders and streaming behind you like a really uncomfortable cloak. And then the Eagle swoops down, and your stomach hits your nose, and you can't help but scream, not for fear but because the splendor of it is too much to fit inside. You should ask Gwaeryn, Dust. He is a generous creature, and you don't weigh any more than I do."

Her eyes were shining. Of course, there was theatre in her voice, how could there not be when she was dressed in jingling bells? But Dust's careful smile faded as she spoke, and though she could not possibly be telling the truth, he wanted badly to believe her. His heart leapt painfully when she suggested that he, too, could fly.

"I could almost believe you," he said with the sour smile of a liar who has met his better. "You're very good."

Geli's sidelong glance was like a fistful of pine needles, dry and prickly. "You almost believe me? Just for this, I am going to talk Gwaeryn into scooping you up in his talons, like a rabbit or, well, a pony for an Eagle of his size - but he always checks with the owners and eats only bad beasts, good masters, so don't you worry. He'll give you a ride whether you want it or not."

"Oh, come now," Dust exclaimed, his ears reddening a little at the idea of being scooped up like a rabbit. "I've heard and told many tales myself and I know not all of them are true. You tell yours very well, but you can't expect me to believe that a Great Eagle allowed you to ride on his back! That's...it's absurd. I'm sure the Eagles have better things to do than take jesters flying, and I'm sure you've never seen one but up in the sky, high above you. Oh...don't make that face. It was a good story. I'm sure you've made many folk believe it."

"Oh, no, you come now," Geli shouted back, equally indignant. "Call yourself Bard! Most tales are true enough, as a Bard would know, and this one is altogether true. Just because you haven't seen anything more marvelous than a rooster doesn't mean I didn't, and just because you don't appreciate magnificence when you see it doesn't mean Eagles can't."

"Oh, please! I've seen plenty." He laughed to give substance to the claim, empty as it was. Hopefully the jester would not demand to know what it was he had seen. "And I know Eagles bother with mortals even less than Elves do, no matter how magnificent you call yourself. Good grief, do you think you're kin to Gandalf himself to summon the lords of the sky? You're...you're hitching a ride in a cart." He bit his tongue, not to call it a 'hobbit cart', for there was no reason to insult their hosts with an indignant tone. There was little wrong with a hobbit cart, to tell the truth, save that it was small and slow, and likely never went anywhere but where hobbits felt comfortable going. Dust stared at Geli, watching her face tighten as she got ready to reply. Her description of the flight still rang in his ears. It was very good, and Dust was jealous. A dozen ideas for songs about flying whirled about his head, but it was too late, now. If he wrote anything, it would only be stolen from this girl. And she wasn't even a Bard, only a juggling jester.

"Well, I can't fly around on Eagles all the time," Geli pointed out reasonably, though her eyes still flashed lightning from under a stormy frown. "Gwaeryn is a friend to a hobbit of the Shire, as a matter of fact, and he gives the hobbit rides all the time," she went on in tones of insufferable superiority. "And look!" she cried, pointing a triumphant hand to the skies. "Look! There he goes now!"

Far ahead, the Eagle took off from some unseen perch behind the trees, rising in great spirals, then leaning on a wing to turn and speeding off like a ship on a hurricane. His size was disguised by the distance, until the eye accounted for the distance itself.

"What did I tell you?" Geli finished with a smug grin.

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Postby Lithtaur16 » Sun Dec 28, 2008 10:30 pm

Up until yesterday, Seldo would have called Robin’s warning a joke. The Barrow-wights were a ghost story like those parents told to misbehaving children. It should go without saying that the boy took the hobbit at his word today. He hadn’t been particularly interested in wandering away from the group for any reason anyway...

Now he found himself standing a little ways behind the group and fighting for his air between running with the others to Bril’s aid and sheer shock. He didn’t realize it, but a better name for him right now would be Owl. He watched and listened as Tom chased the Wight from his hole and revived Fiona’s friend out on the grass. He was glad no-one asked anything of him at that point because he wasn’t sure if he could even move another step yet as he leaned on his knees.

"This be Real Magic! This be all those legends Da's PaPa tried to tell me..." he muttered under his slowly calming breath.

The only other coherent thought he had was a question about how the fellow could go on in verse like that so long. Could he do it all day like the stories said? His questions for Tom went unasked as his questions for Gwaeryn had went unasked though since he was feeling rather small. He wished he could think of more important ones…

Seldo was at a loss as he paced around the group a little trying not to look as foolish as he felt. He finally looked back at Fiona and Bril and his senses returned to him. With one more awed glance at Tom, Seldo trotted over and offered Bril the water skin he had strapped to his back.

“Be you alright, Master Bril? That were quite a turn…”

Meanwhile Tom explained about the treasure, but despite what he said, Seldo really wasn’t sure about taking any of it. The recent events had reinforced old wise words about curses and cursed objects. What use did he have for that fancy stuff anyway except to sell it at the risk of being called a thief himself? A scrawny boy in wool cloth carrying around gold and gem encrusted finery?
Then he remembered Ar’s talk of bandits and the question the man had posed him about what he would do in such a run-in… apparently this group had a knack for getting in and out of trouble so he wondered if it would be smart to take one of the knives. The one sword he saw was as long as the boy was tall!
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Postby Cock-Robin » Wed Dec 31, 2008 8:40 pm

"Hey, come derry dol." said Tom. "You follow as you can. A party awaits my friend. The table will be set up, and Goldberry is waiting.

Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o,
Tom comes home again, a party he is bringing!
Hey, come merry dol! Can you hear me singing?


he sang as he ran off and soon was out of sight.

"Tom's house is not far." said Robin. "Let's be off. But first.."

He came to the pile, asking for Gwaeryn. "I saw something just right for you, my friend. Remember after Bilbo's adventure, the Eagle-Lord of that age was made King of the Birds with a golden crown, and his fifteen cheiftains wore golden collars? Well, I have something to remember them by."

He picked up a large golden necklace set with a red stone, which would make a capital collar for Gwaeryn. He placed it around the Great Eagle's neck, and he stood back in awe.

"What?" said Gwaeryn.

"You look truly like a lord of the sky now."

"For that, let's go and set up the party. Follow, everybody. I will be sure to keep in sight so you know the way." said Gwaeryn. Robin already had a sword, but he found something to suit his fancy. An emerald brooch which reminded him of the stories of the leaves of Lorien which clasped the cloak the Ringbearer and his company wore.

He got on Gwaeryn and waved to them. "It's not far now."

The Eagle took off, circling up. It was probably the flash of the red stone which caught Geli's eye and saw him rising into the sky. Then he wheeled and headed off to where Tom's house was. There he would tell his story and his song.
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Postby Rodia » Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:55 pm

The triumph in Geli's voice only made Dust feel more contrary.

"I didn't hear him call your name," he huffed, but stared after the great bird. Flying! On the back of a Great Eagle. It would be just like she described it, only better, of course. He met the jester's eyes again. Doubt coiled itself inside his chest, but by now he really didn't want to believe her.

"And you won't, not the way you carry on," the jester shot back. The lad was not audience, and he had no call to be so haughty. "You are a sorry, sour creature, Dust," she hissed. "A real Bard would believe me. I've met the Guild Bards, and they know! They've been places, they have done things, and they know you can find marvelous tales in a hobbit cart, or in a cabbage patch, or in the Elven wood."

"Of course, you've met everybody but the King himself, " Dust growled back at her. He said no more after that, curling up in the inexplicable anger that overcame him. It had a touch of shame, ready to surface when it would be revealed that the jester spoke true. He was afraid she did, after all, ridiculous as she was. 'All that is gold does not glitter' went the famous riddle. "If I believed everything I was told I'd be a fool, not a bard," he huffed. Unwanted, a hint of apology slipped into his tone, perhaps too slight for the girl to notice.

"What do you mean, but the King?" Geli huffed, sticking her nose in the air. She had not, in fact met the King, but the lad was going to be so sorry when he met Gwaeryn, he would not ever dare to disbelieve her again. "If you don't know when to believe what you are told, you are not wise enough to be a Fool," she added sagely and pursed her lips. The jester considered feigning heartbreak at being disbelieved. She could summon tears as easily as a laugh, but she decided to be merciful. Dust had enough humiliation in store for him, and served him right.

The squabble between the two travelers served to entertain the two hobbit traders. Their grins grew wider until finally both burst into a hearty laughter. Geli joined in, leaving Dust to sulk and thus claiming the victory. The hobbits, being kindly folk, handed a piece of seed cake to each of their guests for consolation. The cart rolled on in silence, save for Geli's munching and the chuckling of the two hobbits.

Geli settled back to watch the road. Clouds began to crowd into the sky, piled high with brilliant white fluff. The sunset, when it came, promised to be magnificent. In the distance, mists wreathed the great wood like cobwebs and the bare hills seemed to soar above them. Lulled by the pony's steady pace, Geli barely noticed the speck that moved swiftly under the clouds, growing as it came.

"Look!" she cried out suddenly. "It's him! He is coming back!"

It was indeed the Great Eagle. They watch him alight on a hilltop only a short distance away. "There!" Geli pointed. "Come on, Dust, you can ask him for a ride yourself, or else I will set him to snatch you off the cart." She slung her pack on her back, swung out of the cart, and set off at full run toward the Eagle.

"You...hey!" Dust had not thought of a reply quickly enough. The jester was off at a run.

"Wait!" Almost as swiftly as Geli, the young singer leapt off the cart, forgetting to say goodbye to the hobbits and nearly twisting his ankle upon landing. Hissing for the pain he hopped after her, the slight limp slowing him only marginally. She was probably still spinning yarns, he thought, but if there was even the smallest chance that she told the truth and there was an Eagle to be met, Dust absolutely had to be present.
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Postby Cock-Robin » Fri Jan 09, 2009 7:29 pm

Gwaeryn was heading back to Tom's house, Robin riding in his ususal place on his back. The Great Eagle circled ever so often to keep the party in his sight, hoping they would follow. In one of his turns, he saw Geli and another riding in a cart driven by two hobbits. "Geli and another, and they seem to be disputing about something." said Gwaeryn.

"Are they in danger?" asked Robin.

"No, just taunting each other with words." said the Eagle.

"Let's go find out what is wrong. Looks like she decided to see Tom after all."

Without another word, Gwaeryn wheeled and flew straight as an arrow to where Geli and Dust were. He landed on a hill nearby where the hobbit-cart was heading west on the Road.

The Eagle sat up straight, his golden collar with the ruby set in it flashing in the sunset. He saw Geli and the other running toward them, the other one had a limp. With what he was adorned with, the Eagle indeed looked like a king of old, awaiting those who craved audience.

"Hail, Magnificent One!" Gwaeryn called out. "Who is your companion?"

"A great traveller and bard, one who does not believe in Eagles." replied Geli.

"Oh, really." said the Eagle, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "A pity. The stars sang when we arose to greet the dawn. That flight will be one never to be forgotten."

"Indeed, majestic Gwaeryn. I shall not forget, nor forget the song that you raised to greet that dawn. My friend Dust here has something he wants to ask you."

He saw Dust blush, then go pale. "And what is it you wish to ask of me, great bard?"
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Postby ~Fionavar~ » Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:57 pm

Fionavar watched as Gwaeryn took flight with her friend Robin on his back, the gold of the fine necklace reflected off the bright sunlight. The girl had to squint as they trailed forward towards Tom's house. The singing of the lore maker was still on the air. How was it that the five of them just stood there, staring into space. Ursula was the only one that seemed disaffected by all that had happened.

Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs and the flight of the great eagle, Fionavar pulled Bril off the ground and motioned to Seldo and Taran to get moving. All of them seemed a bit in awe of the finery that was on the mound. Fionavar had not picked anything out for herself and she noted that Bril had also decided to take nothing. The day was a grand one, the sun shining, she could hear birds singing. The road was easy enough to follow and it wasn't long before she felt more herself.

"Bril," she smiled at the mention of his name, "I think we could do with a bit of food, would you mind stopping and allowing me to feed us?" Bril looked a bit down in the tooth.

"Sure, Fiona."

"Sure, Fiona? SURE, FIONA? Come on man, pull it together. You know that you never turned down a meal. Shake this off."

She watched as Bril started slowly, with his head and ears and a mighty shake flowed all the way through to his toes. Fionavar laughed.

"I didn't know you would take me so seriously. Does that do something for you?"

"What? Shaking?" The dire wolf seemed confused, this motion was totally normal for a wolf.

"Yeah, I want to try it." The gal started with her head and shook herself violently. She fell to the ground and held her head. "Okay. I won't be doing that anytime soon. I don't get it." Looking to Bril, she waited for an explanation.

"Why look to me, it just *feels good*. Didn't you say something about food?" Fionavar shrugged and stopped Caloo for some jam and bread. The group ate as they walked and Fionavar kept her mind busy wondering so many things. Who really was Ursula? What did they know about Taran anyway. Seldo seemed friendly enough and needed to be with the group. What about this Tom Bombadil? He certainly has magic deeper than anything she had seen or heard of in her short life. The questions kept reeling about her brain. She thought to shake her head again, but the lingering pain from her first attempt squashed that idea right quick.

"Let's hurry along now, we don't want to keep Master Bombadil waiting," Fionavar quickened her step as did the others. Soon they would be enjoying a new adventure.
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Postby Tygarya » Sun Jan 18, 2009 2:13 pm

Kitty mounted her horse and kicked her lightly in the ribs with her heels.
“Come on everyone let’s get moving” Kitty called as her horse started to walk out of the yard and down the road. She was soon caught up by the coach carrying Gwinhir and Gilmith. Gilmith had drawn the curtains in protest while Gwinhir was full of excitement sitting next to the coach driver.
“Where are we headed to next?” Gwinhir asked.
“There is another small Inn on the road some 5 miles, we should make that before late afternoon, with any luck” Kitty answered as Ar came up on the other side of the coach, still looking a bit peeved. Kitty smiled a pleasant disarming smile at him and then looked up at the sky.
“It looks like it may rain later today, so hopefully we will reach the Inn before it, it may hold out till tomorrow though, so be prepared to get wet...” Kitty turned to look at Gwinhir. “...unless you want to dive for cover in your fancy coach with your sister?” Kitty grinned and winked.
“If you all can get a little wet, then I suppose I can too” Gwinhir said puffing his chest up a little. The coach driver gave a small snort of covered laughter; Kitty grinned while Ar wondered ‘Why’ as he rolled his eyes skyward.

Once out of Bree Kitty picked up the pace a little and they were all set at a canter for most of the morning. Ar took the lead while Kitty strayed towards the back of the coach, letting her horse follow unaided as Kitty pulled the hood of her cloak up and seemed for the most part to be asleep. Ar however noticed on looking back a couple of times; to check Kitty hadn’t slipped away and left him with these naive siblings, that she was taking nips from a small silver flask and tucking it back into her cloak every few minutes. He grumbled to himself but decided to say nothing for now.
Kitty seemed to ‘wake up’ about noon, just as they were passing a large manor house set off the main road with a long drive set with maple trees. The white stone of the manor stood out stark against the green surrounding it and Kitty stared at it with great interest, pushing back her hood to get a better look at it. Ar watched Kitty watching the manor.
After they had gone about another 200 yards past the manor Kitty called for a stop for a quick lunch. They stopped off the road on a small lane that had a stream flowing next to it. Gwinhir disappeared inside the coach for a few minutes while the coach driver and Kitty went through the supplies and pulled out a loaf of bread, some cheese, a large ham and some apples for lunch. Gwinhir reappeared then with a surly Gilmith in tow.
Kitty grabbed a slice of bread and some cheese and walked off a way to lean against a tree and eat, while she watched Gilmith take a small morsel of ham and sit down on a blanket Gwinhir had laid out for her.
Ar wandered around chewing on a large piece of ham and bread, stretching his legs, while Gwinhir grabbed an apple and wandered over to where Kitty was standing.
“How did you manage to get her to come out of that carriage?” Kitty asked with a smirk.
“Oh it wasn’t that hard, my sister isn’t that bad really”
Kitty raised an eyebrow. “Really? So it’s just me she doesn’t like then”
“Oh, I’m sure she would like you, she’s just a little shy and reserved around people she doesn’t know”
“Is that so?” Kitty asks as she indicates for Gwinhir to turn around. As he does he notices that Ar is now lying comfortably on the blanket with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, talking to Gilmith; obviously saying something amusing as she giggled into her hands.
Gwinhir turned back to Kitty looking a bit embarrassed.
“Oh that’s okay, I’m used to not being liked....especially by women. However I think it is Ar to thank for your sister’s sudden good mood, he can be very charming I’m sure”
Gwinhir looked startled a moment. “Would you excuse me?” He said and before Kitty could reply he turned and walked back towards where his sister was and sat down on the blanket next to her, extending his hand to Ar. Kitty heard Gwinhir say ‘We didn’t get a chance to really met earlier this morning’
Kitty laughed to herself as she wandered down to the stream, crouching down she took a small piece of cloth from a pocket and dipped it into the water, then draped it around the back of her neck and across her face before dipping it into the water again and repeating the procedure several times.
“Trying to sober up?”
Kitty heard Ar’s voice from behind her. As she stood up and turned to face him she delivered another one of those disarming smiles she knew he found irritating.
“Jealous?” she answered as she took out the small silver flask and held it out. “You know if you wanted some all you had to do was ask”
Ar folded his arms. “No thanks, it’s too early and besides I like to have my wits about me in case of trouble, these roads aren’t particularly safe you know”
Kitty laughed, “Oh, I know”
Ar muttered. “I bet you do” As he watched Kitty take a swig from the flask and put it back in her pocket.
“You know Ar, you should lighten up a bit, it’s a long way to Gondor to stay moody at me” Kitty said placing a hand upon his chest and patting it in a comradely fashion while she stepped around him and walked back to the others.
She grabbed an apple and took a bite noticing that Gwinhir had been watching them both. Kitty winked at him, causing him to blush and look away.
Ar stalked back and grabbed the reins of his horse. “Let's get going, I want to reach that Inn before dark”
Kitty laughed, “Your right of course Aramir” she said with a bow. This caused even Gilmith to snicker and Gwinhir and the coach driver to cough stifling laughter.
Gilmith and Gwinhir, with the coach driver quickly packed up the remaining food and they were all soon back on the road; Ar once more at the front and Kitty at the rear of the coach. The silence was profound.
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Postby ^Aramir^ » Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:04 pm

Narmo stood surprisingly still as Aramir swung up into the saddle and adjusted the well-worn reins. Perhaps he could sense that something wasn't quite right, or perhaps he'd just eaten too much; either way, Aramir was pleased not to have to deal with a troublesome horse. He cast a glance around the clearing, eyeing Kitty, then Gilmith, then Gwinhir. He had far too many troublesome companions as it was.

"We should get going," he admonished, noting the dark blemish that was beginning to spread inwards from the corners of the sky. "I want to reach the inn before dark." And before it rains, he thought, but he wasn't going to hand Kitty any more opportunities to tease him. Geli would have jumped on it, he thought, and said something him having to remove his shirt, no doubt. He half-grinned thinking of her now; she was quite amusing when she wasn't standing right there making him uncomfortable.

"You're right of course, Aramir!" Kitty admitted with a grand bow.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course I am. Oh, and by the way, Kitty..." He reached into his shirt and extracted the little silver flask which he'd swiped out of her pocket only moments ago. Throwing his head back, he took a quick draw, stoppered it, and then lobbed it at her. "Sorry I didn't ask first. We may have more in common than I thought."

He smirked and cued Narmo to head back to the road, but not before he saw Kitty fingering the flask and smirking in turn. Time didn't permit him to decipher whether her expression meant she was masking her surprise or that she'd known all along--it didn't really matter in the end.

They moved on down the well-travelled road at a leisurely pace, allowing for both the horses and riders to digest. Aramir couldn't figure out why he'd been designated the leader of this little caravan; riding drag was far more natural for him and made him feel more secure about the safety of his passengers. And with Kitty back there draining her day's supply of alcohol... A draw of the reins slowed Narmo until horse and rider were much closer to the carriage yet still out in front, near enough to whirl around to offer aid if necessary. Aramir hadn't exactly meant what he'd said to Kitty about the roads being dangerous--as far as he knew, this road was as thief-infested as any other, but no more so. Yet their carriage and apparent two-horse guard made them an all the more appealing target, and worse, they were sorely lacking a competent bandit-fighting staff: Kitty was half-sober at best (though Aramir was beginning to suspect that this was normal), and Gilmith and Gwinhir seemed the types to be useless in a fight, unless there was something about them that he didn't yet know. At this point, he thought, he would welcome such a surprise, even if it meant learning that Gwinhir was actually a shapeshifting Elf, or something.

This left him, of course, and the still-healing wounds which twisted across his arms and back like Geli's colourful ribbons. So he'd made a point of stringing his bow and readying his quiver just in case; beyond that, all he could do was stay alert.

And that meant no flirting with the lovely Gilmith. Her grey eyes had made him think of Gondor and its people, the tall, noble race of men among whom he'd lived for so long. He'd seen pride in those eyes, and strength, but also laughter as bright as the towers of Minas Tirith. He wondered what was driving her back home to the White City, but then, a more reasonable question might have been, what had been keeping her away? He thought of Fiona, of Seldo, of what it must feel like to see Minas Tirith for the first time. He wondered what he would feel, were he ever to see it again.

The carriage stumbled over a rut and he glanced back automatically; Gwinhir was chatting with the driver, who seemed pleased enough to have a companion; Kitty was twirling her horse's mane between her fingers and muttering something to herself--Aramir didn't bother trying to figure out what it was; Gilmith was tucked away inside the carriage, no doubt fabricating ways to rid their company of one sweet-talking thief. If that was indeed her mission, then he was more than happy to leave her to her machinations.

The blue sky grew more and more cloud-stained as the day wore on, and Aramir was glad when they arrived at the inn without incident or inclement weather. It was coming, though--as they stabled the horses and unloaded the carriage, the gloomy grey masses grumbled back and forth to one another, discussing the right time to unleash their stormy inmates. He hoped that Fiona and her company had somewhere dry to stay, wherever they were.

Aramir shooed the driver away and seized Gilmith's belongings, shooting a brilliant smile in her direction.

"I can carry those, you know," she said, but she didn't look displeased.

"Of course you can, but this way, you get to take advantage of me and make your brother uncomfortable." He grinned and Gilmith covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. With a somewhat triumphant glance at her brother, who was again fawning over Kitty, Gilmith pulled her little handbag from inside the carriage and followed Aramir inside.

"Smells great in here!" he called over his shoulder. "Of course," he confided to Gilmith in a voice loud enough that Kitty could hear, "anything will taste delicious after that sludge in her flask..."
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Postby Tygarya » Mon Jan 19, 2009 7:00 pm

Kitty had found it most amusing when Ar had picked her pocket of her flask, and even more amusing when he had thrown it back to her. She of course knew the feeling of being robbed; she had grown up a pick pocket and was still pretty good at it herself. But she kept these secrets to herself and once again drifted to the back of the group as they set off.

Again they past a large manor house and again Kitty took great interest in it, even more so than the last one. She seemed to stare at the crest on the flag that waved from the top of the roof. She muttered to herself ‘This is the one’.

She was glad when only a mile further down the road they reached the Inn.

As Kitty stepped into the Inn, after handing off the reins of her horse to the stable boy and leaving instructions to get her things to her room with the Inn Keeper, she pulled back the hood of her cloak and brushed her fingers through her long dark auburn hair releasing it from the pony tail it had been secured in and flicking her head around to send waves of auburn locks tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. The effect on the patrons was dazzling. One of Kitty’s most used features was her hair; it was such an unusual colour. Kitty then took off her cloak and what was underneath is what kept the attention of every man in the room.
As Kitty swept up to the bar, there were already a couple of offers for a drink. Kitty accepted one graciously with that musical laugh. She spied Ar sitting in a corner with Gilmith and Gwinhir. She smiled over and waved the tips of her fingers at him. She then winked at Gwinhir who was staring at her with his mouth open again. Gwinhir blushed and looked away, Kitty loved winking at him, he blushed every time.

Kitty stayed at the bar drinking and laughing with a few of the better looking patrons for a while, then she glanced out the window and noticed it was now raining; a full heavy rain. Kitty frowned slightly.

“What’s the matter, the rain put a dampener on your nightly activities?” Ar said suddenly behind her.
Kitty turned and looked Ar up and down in a way that made him uncomfortable.

“So, you’re interested in my nightly activities are you?” Kitty said as she gave Ar a look that said things more like a challenge than an invite.

Ar suddenly had an insight. “You don’t like men much do you?”

Kitty thought about the question a moment as she turned to look back out at the rain. When she turned back to Ar her eyes showed something he hadn’t seen before, and he didn’t quite know how to describe.

“I have never had a reason to like any man I have ever met....” Kitty said and pushed past him, as she passed he heard her add “......as yet”

Ar turned around to say more, but Kitty had already moved quickly beyond reach and was once more back at the bar, downing another glass of red wine.

As Ar turned back to the window to reflect on the brief conversation, he saw Kitty in the reflection move to the door, grab her cloak and exit the Inn. So she did have some nightly activity after all.

As Kitty stepped out onto the porch she put her cloak back on then taking out a black scarf and several hair pins she quickly plaited her hair back and wrapped it up into a bun securing it with the pins, then wrapped the scarf around her head to conceal her hair completely before pulling up her hood.

As an almost inconspicuous dark figure Kitty headed for the road they had just travelled up and broke into a jog, making her way back along the road the mile to where the manor was situated. She stopped when she reached the outskirts of the Manors large fenced paddocks, jumping over the white wooden fence she made directly for the house across the grass. Kitty looked up at the house as she reached it, walking carefully around the perimeter looking for something.

Finally she found it; a trellis going up the wall with a climbing rose on it in full bloom. Kitty rummaged around in her pockets and brought out some black leather gloves. Taking off her cloak, she fastened up the front of her leather jerkin then started to climb. As she reached the top she was face to face with the edge of a balcony. She jumped onto it then quietly went to the closed doors; she took a large pin from her hair and slid it into the lock. Calmly she jiggled it in the lock for several minutes until finally she heard an almost inaudible click. Kitty grinned to herself and slid the pin back under the scarf then opened the door and slipped inside.

She found herself in a bedroom, the master bedroom by all accounts. She knew it would be unattended. She had it on very good information that the Lord and Lady of this Manor were away in Fornost.

Kitty then crept to the interior door and opened it. She stepped through into the hallway and crept along in the dark till she reached the stairs. A faint glow of a light drifted up the stairwell, and Kitty was careful as she crept down the stairs enough so she could see that the light was coming from the kitchen. Kitty sat down on the stairs to wait. She had been told to expect the butler to be there, as he lived in the manor house in quarters at the back.

After about half an hour the door to the kitchen suddenly opened and a portly old man holding a candle walked out and shuffled down the hall away from where Kitty was sitting; her hand poised on a dagger at her waist. Kitty watched as he went into a doorway at the far end of the hall and closed the door. Kitty could see the faint light of the candle coming out through the crack at the bottom of the door. She waited for several minutes more, and then the light went out.

Kitty got up, stretching her cramped muscles, and crept down the stairs. She made her way to the door in which the butler had gone. She listened a moment, until she could hear the deep breathing coming from inside of an old man asleep. Satisfied Kitty stood up straight and wandered back down the hall and up the stairs, stopping at the top of the stairs to borrow a candle and flint that was on the side table she lit the candle and again wandered down the hall. She opened several doors until she found the right one, pausing each time to listen for sounds of the butler waking up. It was the Masters private office she had been looking for. She stepped inside and closed the door. She placed the candle on the desk and started to look around. She rummaged through drawers and peeked behind paintings but couldn’t find anything that looked like it held any valuables. She found a few silver coins and put them in her pockets, but couldn’t find what she was looking for. Finally she left the office and returned to the Master bedroom. She looked around the bedroom until she came to search the closet, and there it was. A small iron box secreted away into the darkest corner and secured to the floor. It was locked with a large padlock, so Kitty again took a couple of hairpins from her hair underneath the scarf and started to play with the lock. It took several goes at it until it finally opened. Kitty quickly lifted the lid and grabbed the contents. Backing out of the closet she threw the contents onto the bed and looked at what she had. One thing only stood out to her; it was the one thing she had been commissioned to retrieve. All the other stuff, jewellery mainly was all original pieces, she couldn’t get rid of them easily so she left them, taking the one small trinket box and placing it tightly into her cleavage.
Kitty blew the candle out and retreated back through the balcony door, she climbed back down the trellis. Thankful it had stopped raining. She put her cloak back on and made her way back across the open field to the road, where keeping in the darkest shadows she made her way back to the Inn.
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Postby Rodia » Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:34 pm

There he was, right before him, a great Eagle, and with the hobbit Geli spoke of trailing like the punchline to a bad joke. Dust could literally feel the blood drain from his face; he thought, for a moment, that the world spun around him. A weak smile crept to his lips, but it was only the habit he had trained himself in. Someone older and more cunning had once told him that when things began to fall apart, the most important thing was to keep face.

He turned a circle in the dirt with his aching foot, and took a deeper breath before speaking to the Eagle.

"Nothing more than you have already granted me, lord of the skies. I wanted to see you, and to hear you speak...both wishes are fulfilled before I uttered them. I am...content. I can ask for no more." Except, perhaps, why you choose to befriend such arrogant tricksters, Dust thought to himself as he tried very hard not to look at Geli. She would be gloating, and he did not care to help her with it.
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Postby Frelga » Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:06 pm

Geli's grin stretched broad and blissful as she gazed at the Eagle. The sparkle of the ruby on his golden collar mesmerized the jester. "Say, your lordship, the shiny suits you just fine," she complimented, then shook herself out of the folksy twang. "Of course, a sky lord so magnificent has no need of sparkly adornments, but oh, everything looks merrier with a sparkle."

"Indeed," Gwaeryn replied gravely, and his eye did look merrier with a sparkle of amusement in it. "Now, if you two are content with the sight, perhaps you would care to follow me?"

"Two?" Geli looked startled - she had forgotten about Dust. "Oh yesss." The short words carried an infinite load of smug malice. "Master Dust, isn't there something you want to say to me?"

Dust bit his tongue to keep it civil. There were too many things he wanted to say to Geli, and none of them what she hoped for. He looked at her, trying to see the lady in her-for there was a lady in the worst of cheeky urchins, and only by remembering that could he muster some respect. It was incredibly hard. He wanted to snarl and snap at her, but the Eagle was watching and listening.

"Mistress Magnificent," he offered her a small bow, partly so that he could lower his eyes and not have to look at that smug grin, "you are indeed the luckiest jester I know."

"Lucky is as lucky does," Geli returned blithely. "Is that all you have to say, Master Bard? How about something that starts with 'I am' and winds up with, oh, say, 'really sorry for not believing you'?"

It was the Eagle's sight that Dust avoided now, and he could feel his cheeks begin to burn.
"Some tales," he tried, "seem too wonderful to believe."

Still the jester stared at him- she only cocked her head very slightly, waiting, and Dust saw that there was no way out of it. In the corner of his eye, the Eagle moved and his ruby collar flashed in the sun.

"Very well. I am sorry for not believing you. But I am not sorry to find that you were telling the truth."

Mollified, the jester inclined her head. "I forgive you," she declared. The solemn look survived a few moments, like a handful of snow on a hot stove, and then she melted into a smile. "Well, Master Dust, I'd say you are quite a lucky Bard yourself."

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Postby Cock-Robin » Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:10 pm

"It is quite the walk to Tom's house from here." said Gwaeryn, "If that is where you are going. And with a hurt leg. It will be a task to bear three, but Cock-Robin here doesn't weigh much, thank the Valar, and I can bear the Magnificent One with him." He looked at Dust. "I'm afraid three on my back would mean one would be in danger of falling off, but I can carry you in my talons." He flexed his talons as he said that. "That is no dishonor. In such fashion were the Ringbearers borne away from the ruin of Mordor by Gwaihir my father and Landroval his brother, with Meneldor the Swift attending. "

Thinking of that, he closed his eyes and sang softly:

The Ring was destroyed, the Tower fell,
The Black Gate hurled in ruin,
The Ring-Bearers fled the rising heat
But caught at last, they fell in despair.
Who will save them from the rivers of fire?

On wings from the north came the sky-lords, swifter than Nazgul,
Wind-Lord Gwaihir, Landroval, swift Meneldor,
In the spirit of Thorondor of old,
Guardian of those beseiged by darkness.
But will they reach them in time?

The Halflings fall, stricken at last,
Falling in despair, rivers of fire rising,
Down, down they came, Mithrandir guiding,
First one, then another was snatched from the ruin,
Borne away from the fiery ruin,
Ringbearer Frodo and servant Sam,

No greater honor could they have
But to be borne away on eagle's wings,
In the Talons of the Lords of the Sky.


He opened his eyes after the song. "It's up to you, noble bard."
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Postby Lithtaur16 » Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:17 pm

"It's not far now."

Seldo watched as the eagle lifted off again and wondered at the ease of it. Then Fiona helped Bril to his feet and motioned that they be off. The boy paused a moment more by the mound though and found what he was looking for. The sheath was rough and plain brown leather with a leather band to lace it to the boy’s belt. The hilt and pommel of the knife were well wrapped in black leather. As far as Seldo knew, it would do as well for hunting as it would have to for fighting off bandits.

‘I’ll probably have to learn how to do both won’t I?’ He wondered, walking quickly to catch up with the others, and cast a last worried look at the empty barrow before gluing his eyes to the road ahead. He didn’t speak again but kept close behind Fiona and Bril. It wasn’t long before Fiona called a short break though… and tried to shake herself like a dog. Seldo had to bite his lip hard to keep from laughing but a smile broke across his face for the first time in a few hours. Either she was serious about wanting to know about shaking or she had the best sense of humor the boy had ever seen in a woman. If Bril wasn’t the least bit cheered up by the way the sun danced in her hair as it flew then Barrow Wights were truly the greatest terror the boy knew to walk this land.

"Let's hurry along now, we don't want to keep Master Bombadil waiting."

They were off again with bread and jam in hand. Seldo had often eaten berries fresh as they came into season but he thought he liked this better. It was sweeter than the berries alone often were. Besides the food at the inn, he couldn’t think of or even imagine anything that tasted better. He wondered briefly if such a magical person as Tom needed different fare though and what would they find at his house? Of course, Seldo considered Bril to be magic as well and Bril seemed more than satisfied with what had been served so far. He could probably expect the same from such a seemingly hospitable fellow as Tom and that was more than perfect to Seldo. Almost anything was better than hot cabbage water with turnips and onions.

As they continued walking other thoughts came and went in the boy’s mind, mostly of little consequence, but his small plight kept nagging him even with the growing distance. He wondered if any one them could understand… maybe Bril. Seldo guessed that he kept his fur a secret at home or he wouldn’t have lasted to his manhood. But he wasn’t sure the dire wolf was ready to speak to a shy boy asking bold questions. Ar was gone. Robin and Gwaeryn had gone ahead. Taran was a complete stranger. It was him or Fiona though… a thread of doubt or suspicion suddenly ran through the boy’s mind at the thought of asking Taran any questions related to his problem or the man overhearing anything he might say to the other two right now. The same doubt that he had shown to Ar at first in fact. The fear of forced return wasn’t there anymore though. The boy’s thoughts turned to Bril again.

‘He doesn’t seem like he’s been pressed hard over his… ability. Maybe if I ask him something that might have a good memory to it… and one that's easy for me to answer if he asks back...’

“Master Bril, what be home like for you? I mean have you got any brothers or sisters to bother you?”
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Postby Rodia » Fri Jan 23, 2009 6:26 pm

Dust looked at Geli. It was instinct, a silly reflex; he had not meant to give her the satisfaction of seeing his face pale with terror. She answered with an unbearable smile. When he looked away his gaze fell on the Eagle's talons. They looked anything but friendly. And the skies, the blue skies above that he would soon be hurtling through...

He could not say no and live the shame of it, but 'yes please' did a poor job of crossing his lips.

"That's too grand an honour," he breathed.

"Too right," Geli echoed, but there was no edge to her voice. She bounced on her toes, eager for another flight. "Oh most generous of sky lords, it is, as the bardic lad said, too grand! In daylight, too! We'll see the whole of the Old Forest from the height, won't we? If Master Robin doesn't mind making room for me?" she wound up, with a beseeching look at the hobbit.

"Can't have too much magnificence, that's my motto," the hobbit agreed good-naturedly.

The jester burst into cartwheels as a Bard may have erupted into song.

There was no such reaction from Dust. He swallowed several times but the knot that had lodged itself in his throat would not dissolve.

"The whole forest?" he repeated weakly. "Boughs instead of roots? Birds instead of rabbits..." He looked critically at the cartwheeling Geli. She did not seem a safe companion for such heights.

"Yes!" Geli came to a rest - upside down, dangling bare feet in the air. "I expect the trees will look like little bits of broccoli from above, won't they, lordship?"

"I couldn't say," Gwaeryn laughed. "Broccoli is not to my taste. Say as sheepskin, dyed green and thrown in folds on the ground."

"A patchwork quilt?" Dust chanced. The terror did not subside but an excitement was quickly growing alongside it.

"A hobbit's curly head!" Robin joined in.

"An old hobbit's, balding where the hills poke through," Geli corrected.

"Well those we can look down on any day," Dust snickered. Surely, if a halfling whose kin were known to prefer burrows to hilltops could stand to fly over the clouds, so could he. Surely. "I suppose one can't describe it until they've seen it?" he straightened up and gave the jester a defiant look.

"It depends on which one," Geli returned sweetly, on her feet again.

Dust very nearly stuck his tongue out at her.

"Master Gwaeryn, if I would not be too much of a burden... I don't know how to thank you yet, but I wager I could find the right words among the clouds."

(OOC: written with lots of help from Frelga)
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Postby Cock-Robin » Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:03 pm

"I can think of something." replied Gwaeryn. "For your flight, I shall ask a song of you, Master Bard. You shall have material for many songs on the way. And there shall be more song at Tom's house. He's a mighty singer, and you shall find that out."

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
None have ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master,
His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.


So Robin sang, perched on the Eagle's back.

"That I will gladly give, Sky-Lord."

"Then get on, Magnificent One, and don't flinch, Master Bard when I come for you."

Geli hoped on and held on to Robin. Gwaeryn spread his majestic wings and he was off. He circled around and picked up Dust from behind in his great talons.

"I was not made to carry burdens, but in the name of Thorondor, I will carry all three of you." He flapped his wings and circled up slowly. It was a greater burden than he had ever carried, but he wouldn't admit it to any. When he was at sufficient height, he saw the rest of the company making their way where Tom had gone. He wheeled and turned west. The Old Forest was as they had described, with the mists of the Withywindle flowing within. Far beyond, was the green lands of Buckland, with the Shire proper beyond them.

Closer was a tall green hill, with Tom's house atop.
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Postby rowanberry » Sun Jan 25, 2009 11:03 am

"Fifteen minutes? You got to be kidding!" Gilmith was shocked.

"No, I really mean it. The company we'll be travelling with will leave in that time," her brother answered, clearly in a haste. "So, just pack up quickly, and we will go." He left and went to his own room to gather his own belongings.

Frantically, she threw her things into her trunk, hoping that anything important wouldn't be left behind, and got ready just before the driver came to get her luggage.

Outside, seeing the company that Gwinhir had meant, she got even more upset. Apparently, it was going to be just Kitty, a young male Elf (at least he looked young and like an Elf) who had come to the Inn with the peculiar company the day before, and themselves. "So, that's what's up with you!" she snapped at Gwinhir as soon as she saw him. "You've been enchanted by that... that... woman so badly that you rush wherever she's going."

"Now, I don't see why we couldn't travel in her company. She's going to the same direction as we are, and it seems to me that she knows the roads very well. Although," Gwinhir paused, "I was expecting a bit larger company. Maybe some others are still going to join us."

But, apparently, this was not the case. Gilmith climbed into the coach and pulled the curtains shut in protest. Gwinhir didn't follow her, but climbed on the driver's seat next to the driver.

She sulked until a few hours later, they stopped, and Gwinhir opened the door. "Lunch break," he said.

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, come on. There's absolutely no reason to be in such a bad mood. Besides, you'll be starving before we get to the next inn for the night, if you don't have at least something for lunch now."

Still sulking, Gilmith followed her brother to the blanket he had spread on the grass. She nibbled a little ham and bread, but any appetite she may have had disappeared when she saw Gwinhir go and start talking with Kitty.

She was startled when someone spoke right next to her. "Hello, my Lady, I don't think we have met yet?" It was the Elf. "My name is Aramir." He bowed politely with his right hand on his chest.

Gilmith nodded in return, and managed some kind of a smile. "My name is Gilmith. Nice to meet you - although, you startled me quite a bit."

The elf smiled. "Nice to meet you, too. Do you mind if I sit down here for a moment?"

She moved a bit to make some room on the blanket. "Please."

She didn't know how Aramir managed to get her on a better mood, but somehow, talking with him cheered her up. They didn't talk about anything unusual - he just told her that he had grown up in Gondor, and was on his way to the celebrations there after a long absence, and she told him that she and her brother were going to Minas Tirith to visit their relatives. It turned out that Gilmith's uncle lived close to a place where Aramir had played a funny prank on someone as a kid, and he told abut it in such a lively manner that she couldn't help to giggle.

Right then, Gwinhir strode back to them. He extended his hand to the Elf and said: "We didn’t get a chance to really met earlier this morning. My name is Gwinhir, and I see that you have already met my sister, Gilmith." Aramir presented himself to him, and they exchanged a few words, but then, the Elf excused himself. Gwinhir couldn't help noticing that he went to talk to Kitty, and felt a little sting of jealousy. But then, she winked at him...

For the rest of that day's journey, Gilmith left the curtains open, but soon the clouds seemed to indicate rain, and there was not much to see outside. So, she just sat deep in her thoughts. That Aramir was quite charming - but, he seemed to have some kind of connection to Kitty, of whom she gladly would have got rid of. She just knew that she was up to no good...

She didn't resist when Aramir offered to carry her bags when they finally reached the next inn. Actually, she found herself looking forward to find another opportunity to chat with him.
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Postby shaggydog » Mon Jan 26, 2009 7:16 pm

The last remnants of icy chill clung like a shroud about Bril’s heart. Of his unwitting and unwilling sojourn into the depths of the barrow, he now remembered nothing. That blankness, however, left a ruinous stain upon his consciousness more terrifying than any mortal or palpable fear. Tom’s singing had broken the wight and the barrow both. Bril too felt somehow cracked inside, and it was with an inner tremble that he watched Tom’s merry yet dwindling form abandon them, to follow at a more leisurely pace. From the treasure strewn about the crest of the hill, Bril shrank back, not daring to look at the objects with which he had almost spent the rest of eternity. Guilt by association would have rendered any of the sumptuous weapons, armor and jewels less desirable than the stable droppings Seldo had dealt with earlier in the day.

Earlier in the day! Bril gave an audible snort at that thought. How long it seemed since he had first lept through the window into Fiona’s room and onto her bed. From thence to checking on Callo, and Seldo, to the unsettling encounter with the large, odd woman, to yet another traveler joining their crew, and then – the barrow wight! Bril’s senses were on the point of shutting down, in order to regroup. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in a large, furry ball, tail over nose, and sleep away the anxiety now setting his overworked nerves on edge.

Two images, though, urged him to keep to his human form and trudge forward with the others. The first was the memory of Fiona’s face as she had looked down upon him, cradled in her arms as Tom had sung him back to wakefulness. The second was only a fleeting impression, a blurred tableau of Tom and another, a small, shimmering lady, both standing by a table, beckoning, not only to him but to all of them, with unspoken assurances of comfort and peace. An unheard and barely acknowledged refrain echoed in a whisper in his ears – Tom’s song, or one of them, patiently, merrily, unwaveringly doing battle with the blankness and the ice still within him.

As each step brought them closer to Tom’s retreat, Bril felt calmer, more at ease, with himself and his companions. For the first time since Robin and his bird had joined up with Bril and his human, the idea of added company seemed to be . . . pleasant. Bril had been just on the point of acknowledging the hollowness he was feeling, in his stomach not his soul, when Fiona, as if on cue, called a brief halt. To Bril’s bemused mind, she produced bread and jam almost as magically as Geli could fetch one of her crystal balls from thin air. Fi’s attempt at shaking herself brought only a small smile to Bril’s face, as he successfully repressed his natural inclination to tackle her and roll her over and over in the sweet smelling grass, laughing at her silliness and with the joy which welled up inside him with each step forward. For some reason it seemed that for once his intellect was to the fore of his instincts, and he was even able to wonder about that strange, new state of affairs.

Falling into step with Caloo once more, Bril ate his bread slowly, savoring the flavor of the jam more so than he usually would. Somewhat unlooked for, Seldo, at his side, piped up with a question. “Master Bril, what be home like for you? I mean have you got any brothers or sisters to bother you?”

Bril looked at the boy striding beside him. There wasn’t much to see; the boy looked more than half-starved. He had the look of the skinny rabbits of early spring. Thinking along those lines, Bril considered that two or three plump rabbits wouldn’t go amiss on the boy’s plate over the next day or so. The lad was used to hard work; his efforts at the stable had clearly shown he knew his way around a pitch fork and bucket. And he seemed to expect little to nothing in return for his labor. Beyond these superficial observations though, Bril’s budding mental acuity was not at a level yet to ponder the purpose, if any, which had prompted Seldo’s question. Bril assumed it was merely curiosity, or a way to pass the time while they walked. But he did give some thought to his own answer. How best to reply? What would Seldo think if Bril told him the truth? Yes, he had dozens of half brothers and sisters, some of them dead by now, no doubt. The life of a wolf was not all deer and rabbit. But that would then require a further explanation of his father – and that in turn begged the question of who Bril was himself, now . . . and in the future.

A characteristic frown creased Bril’s forehead, blending his dark brows into one fuzzy caterpillar snaking over his eyes.

“Um . . . no, no I don’t, have any brothers or sisters at home. Not really, anyway.”

Seldo’s puzzled stare impelled Bril to add, “It’s . . . it’s complicated. My mother and father weren’t together for very long you see. So I’m . . . I’m the only one.” Well, that was true enough, as far as Bril knew. At least that’s what his father had told him. Bril’s mother had been the only human “wife” he had ever taken. So his half siblings were destined to be only . . . wolves. There had certainly been times when Bril had wished his own mother had had four legs and a tail.

Glancing sideways at Seldo, whose mouth was open a bit and who still wore a look of slight confusion, Bril decided to stop while he was ahead and direct the conversation away from his complicated lineage. Wondering if he would ever have the opportunity to ask similar questions of the honey seller, he grinned at Seldo, saying, “I bet you have at least three pretty sisters at home to make a fuss over you, right? Or is it only brothers, to lock you in the outhouse or throw you in the pig sty? Where is your home anyway, and why aren’t you there now getting your ears boxed by your mum for shirking your chores?”
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Postby Lithtaur16 » Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:55 pm

“I bet you have at least three pretty sisters at home to make a fuss over you, right? Or is it only brothers, to lock you in the outhouse or throw you in the pig sty? Where is your home anyway, and why aren’t you there now getting your ears boxed by your mum for shirking your chores?”

Seldo was still trying to sort out Bril's answer about his family and he frowned a little trying to arrange his own answer. There were plenty of things true enough that he could say. He didn’t have to number all the bruises and scars that he wanted to forget. Rubbing his right shoulder momentarily, where the sleeves of his shirt and tunic hid the most recent one, he wished locking him in the outhouse was the worst they’d ever done.

“Mum and my Pa’s pa were the ones who pushed me to leave most. The farm’s going bad and Pa and my older brothers’ sight have been colored either amber and cream or blood red lately. They won’t listen… won’t let go. I have lots of brothers, some bigger than me and some smaller. If they’re smart and mum has her way the little ones will be following someday. I… made a bit of trouble leaving though… I hope she’s okay…”

Seldo fell quiet for a little while and his head lowered, he was trying very hard not to take a last look behind him. He finally looked up again, and tried to smile.

“I made her and Papa a promise and where I come from doesn’t matter as long as I keep it. For two years they been teaching me to read and write and all that. And I always liked watching the stars. I guess they thought I could make it better on my own but I’m glad I met you and Fiona and Robin and the Lord Eagle. I wasn’t really sure what I would be doing when the snows come. Keep moving as quickly as I could, I guess.”

It was all he could think of to say with plans only half clear in his mind so he thought of another question. It was one purely for conversation this time. With a year to get there he was pretty sure the answer was one of those that adults are wise enough to say, ‘That’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get to it.’

“If you haven’t anyone to go to, then does Fiona? What will you do when you get to Gondor? If the celebration be as huge as Robin and Fiona say then the inns are probably going to be packed.”
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Postby LordImrahil » Tue Jan 27, 2009 11:13 am

"There remains the question, then, of whether the Valar actually exist. Certainly, there is no ready evidence of their existence, and there are few reliable eye-witness accounts recorded in trustworthy manuscripts. Some of these accounts could be attributed to traumatic levels of stress, leading to hallucination, as almost all claim to have encountered a Vala while in dire circumstances. Elves, of course, believe in the Valar almost invariably, but their experiences should not be taken as factual in any human sense. Elves see things in a fundamentally different way..."

Taran sighed and looked up from Musings on Life and Our World, written by the brilliant young scholar Romeno in Minas Tirith a little over twenty years earlier. Several books later, Romeno had been banished for his edgy and controversial views. Rumours said he was now living in Umbar. Taran had been curious about what a man could write that King Elessar would find worthy of banishment, and so he was struggling through Romeno's mildly disturbing musings. It was hard going, though, and he was having trouble concentrating in light of recent events. He shoved the book back into his bag; they would be at Tom's soon anyways. He looked around from his seat on Pepper's back (he and Pepper had worked out how to ride while Taran was reading years ago). Behind him, Bril and Seldo were talking. Taran felt a pang of cynical sympathy for Bril; Seldo, the little farm boy, was unlikely to have anything very interesting to talk about. Then again, Bril didn't seem terribly clever either. Maybe they would entertain each other. Taran looked ahead to were Fiona was walking alone in the lead. Was she following a path to Tom's, or did she see where he had gone? She was the only one he had any real interest in talking to, and he decided to seize the opportunity while she was alone. He then spent the next minute or so thinking of a good way to open the conversation.

He dug his heels in lightly, and Pepper galloped forward. Just ahead of Fiona, he pulled to a sudden, rearing stop, and dismounted smoothly while Pepper quieted. Grinning broadly at his success, he turned to Fiona and asked her if she would like to ride for a while.

She smiled and replied, "I'm sure it's not much farther, and I don't mind walking at all. Thank you for asking though, it's very kind."

"Ah, yeah. That makes sense," Taran was a bit crestfallen, and wasn't sure what to say next.

"You ride well," Fionna offered, "do you work with horses?"

"Um, not exactly. I'm a blacksmith so I make horseshoes. I guess you could say I'm a horse-cobbler..."

Fiona laughed and Taran's spirits rose. When she didn't say anything else, he knew he ought to say something, and blurted out the first thing on his mind.

"So, that Bril guy. Is he like a werewolf, or what's wrong with him?"

Fiona frowned and her voice was suddenly fierce, "What do you mean 'wrong'?"

Taran stammered, "Um, I uh..." Why does this always happen? "It's just..." He couldn't think of anything to say that might get him out of trouble, and he proceeded to stare awkwardly at his feet as they walked.
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Postby ~Fionavar~ » Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:52 am

"There is nothing wrong with Bril," she glared at the man on the horse and then just as suddenly she smiled. She understood how easily things could be mistaken when meeting and traveling with new people. "Well, nothing in the conventional sense anyway. I suppose being dropped on his head when he was a puppy didn't help matters," she lowered her voice conspiritorialy, "but we try to allow him a bit of leeway for his obvious injuries." Fionavar laughed at herself and noticed that Taran still looked confused. Was the girl making fun of him?

"I certainly didn't mean to sound offensive," Taran offered but looked back at Bril who was walking with Seldo. The Dire Wolf chose to show his full canines at that moment, approximating a smile, the effect was much different.

"BRIL!!!" The Dire Wolf trotted easily enough to Fionavar's side and matched her step.

"What is it now, Fiona? Do you need bubbles for you bath or something," the wolfish humor was not lost, yet again.

Fionavar winked at Taran, "See what I mean?" She circled her finger around her ear, "dain bramaged."

Bril morphed into his alternate form and bounded off in front of the small group. "Don't worry about him. The one thing I will tell you is that he is a fierce friend and I wouldn't want anyone else beside me in a fight. Or to fetch food for me or to......" She stopped and seemed lost in thought for a moment. "Anyway, as you get to know us better, I think you will learn to understand and trust Bril a bit better. SELDO!!"

"Yes, Fiona," the young one replied at her elbow.

"Don't sneak up on me all unawares like that. What!! Were you listening to the whole conversation?"

Seldo seemed a bit taken back by her question. "No, I mean I heard something about not worrying and that was good enough for me."

Fionavar put her arm companionably around Seldo's shoulder and they headed for the last leg to Tom's house. Suddenly Bril came bounding back into view. He looked with wide eyes and lolling tongue to Fionavar and then back up the road, then back to Fionavar and then back up the road.

"Let me guess, I like this game," she winked again at Taran, "you want us to follow you?"

Bril jumped up and with his two giant front paws knocked Fionavar to the ground, directly on her bum. Transforming back to human, "Why do you insist on making me feel the fool everytime I try to do something helpful?"

Fionavar frowned, "Why are you intent on doing foolish things just when I am trying to praise you?"

"Why did you try to praise me, I didn't ask you to do that?"

"Why can't you just shut up!!"

"Why can't you?" Bril was determined to have the last word.

A large shadow flew close to their heads and all travelers could see Gwaeryn flying low overhead with Robin and Geli on his back and someone else in his great talons.

Bril forgot all about the one-upping contest and followed the great eagle's path, leaving Fionavar still sitting in her place, middle of the road.

Seldo reached out a helping hand, "here Fiona, let me get you up," the poorly concealed smile did not go un-noticed. She dusted off her britches and led Caloo forward.

"I sure hope we are close to Tom's, I need a bath and some warmed food."
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Postby Tygarya » Tue Feb 10, 2009 2:27 pm

Kitty made it back to the Inn just as the sun was peeking over the horizon turning the greyness of twilight into full colour.

As she stepped up onto the front stoop she noticed a figure standing in the shadows, by the way it was standing leaning against the wall with arms folded she knew instantly who it was and grimaced as the figure stepped forward and asked.

"Where the hell have you been?" Aramir said it in a harsh whisper, he was feeling quite peeved with Kitty's obviously criminal activities.

Kitty pushed the hood of her cloak down and gave Ar a fierce look.

"Don't ask, cause you really don't want to know the answer......do you?"

Kitty went to step inside but Ar stopped her with a hand wrapped around her arm.

"I can't sit back knowing your doing something criminal"

Kitty turned slowly round and glared at Ar's hand on her arm until he lifted it off. She stepped closer to him and snarled at him.

"Don't ever touch me again unless you want a dagger in your ribs. I am not going to tell you anything about me or what I do...no doubt though you will find out in a few days and then you will find out that I'm not the criminal you think I am."
Kitty stepped even closer so they were only inches apart.
"I am also not one of your naive maidens that are disarmed and charmed by your presence and your good looks, so leave me alone"

Kitty turned and walked away.

"So you think I'm good looking then" Ar said after her, more as a defence mechanism as he thought about what she had said.
Suddenly something whizzed past his head. He turned to look at what it was and found one of Kitty's daggers imbedded in a porch post behind him. He grinned as he pulled it out of the wood and put it into his belt to give back to Kitty later.

Inside, Kitty found the Inn Keep was already up as were the kitchen staff, getting breakfast ready. She asked the Inn Keep to get her horse, Ar's horse and the carriage ready for departure and to send someone up to wake up the siblings and tell them they are departing within an hour.

Kitty then ordered a bottle of red wine and sat in a corner and drank it, deep in thought about what she was going to do about Ar. Did she tell him the truth? Was he going to cause her trouble? It was going to be another 4-5 days on the road before she was to meet up with the man who had commissioned her to steal the jewel...until then she had to keep Ar from alerting authorities.
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Postby ^Aramir^ » Thu Feb 12, 2009 7:41 pm

Aramir didn't know what he had done to awaken such nervousness in Kitty, other than frown disapprovingly and express his general displeasure at her avowed profession. Surely she'd encountered objections and glares before? Or had she never had to work with someone who knew what she was doing but wasn't exactly supportive of it? Whatever it was that had her on edge, it could prove to be a rather useful tool in this whole affair. She'd stormed inside, having threatened him with skewered innards should he ever touch her again--like he'd want to!--and left him outside to think about the situation while the sun navigated its way past the tangled tree branches and into the sky.

He fingered the dagger she'd thrown as a warning, well aware that it had struck exactly where she had aimed. She probably thought he was an off-duty soldier, perhaps, or some sort of local law enforcement; his years in Gondor had never really washed off, after all. And if that were the case, she might be expecting him to arrest her, turn her in, reveal her identity.. whatever law enforcement types did to uphold the law. But then why threaten him and exacerbate their already strained relationship? He rubbed at his neck, trying to massage out a sore spot caused by too much fluffy pillow, just as two patrons of the inn walked by. They both inclined their heads respectfully as they went, and after nodding back and then making sure they were out of earshot, he buried his face in his hands and laughed loudly. Seemed that Kitty wasn't the only one fooled by his apparently militant demeanor. Perhaps he ought to find some less ominous clothing.

He was already working on ways to use Kitty's misunderstanding to his advantage when Gilmith appeared in the door and beckoned him to breakfast with herself and her brother; Kitty was elsewhere, probably nursing an ale or wine, Aramir thought with a smirk.

"How did you sleep?" he asked the siblings politely.

"Surprisingly well!" Gilmith began, but he was, ashamedly, not really listening as she gave him her review of this inn.

Of course he would never approve of Kitty's behavior regardless, not if she was doing what he suspected, but it wasn't his problem in the end; if she got caught, she got caught, and if not, then he'd just have to watch his possessions. But Gilmith, Gwinhir, even himself... she was using innocent people as her cover.

"And you?"

"Oh, fine." He waved his bread-filled hand noncommittally. "Actually, I'm used to sleeping on the ground; the last few days of comfort have been a bit of a shock."

She grinned. "You could always sleep on the floor."

"Your floor?" he suggested, casting a wry glance at Gwinhir. "Save money that way, you know..."

All right, so he wasn't so innocent. But the siblings... well, they weren't clueless, especially not Gilmith, who didn't have the disadvantage of being hormonally unbalanced every time Kitty walked by. And yet they seemed to have no idea what the woman was up to while they were riding in their cushioned carriage and enjoying a good night's sleep upstairs. What would happen, Aramir wondered, if someone were to catch Kitty and link her, even superficially, to the pair? He frowned at the thought and then realized that the object of his consternation was crossing the room to greet them.

"I've asked someone to prepare the horses and carriage; are you about ready to depart?"

The sugar-coated question was directed at Gwinhir, who nodded enthusiastically even as his sister took up a more solid residence in her seat.

"In a few minutes, perhaps," she answered, voice cool and impassive.

Kitty nodded as though she had expected nothing less; not once did she turn to Aramir for an opinion. "I'll be outside, then."

He almost followed her out, if only to return the dagger, and then decided against it. Let her brood about the potential disasters he could cause her if his conscience were to kick in. He'd enjoy his breakfast.
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Postby Tygarya » Mon Feb 16, 2009 5:00 pm

When the rest of her travelling party had finally arrived outside Kitty was waiting, nibbling on a plum from an overhanging tree. As she threw the remains away she gave them all a big smile and turned to Gwinhir.
"Thought perhaps it was time you started travelling properly" she said to him as she stepped towards a horse that was saddled and standing next to her own.
"The Inn Keep was selling it, he's old, but he isn't past it yet" Kitty grinned at Gwinhir's excited look. "You like?"
"Indeed, thank you Kitty, I don't know what to say"
"Thanks is good enough, besides it's not like he was expensive"

Kitty walked round her horse and mounted as Ar grabbed the reins of his horse and mounted also. Gilmith, staying quiet, just glared for a moment at the horse and then got up onto the front of the carriage with the driver.
Gwinhir watched amazed but also said nothing and mounted his own horse with a huge grin on his face from ear to ear.

As Ar started to set out, Kitty pushed her horse past and surprising him she took the lead.
"Me and Gwinhir will take the front" Kitty said, showing no signs at all of lack of sleep.
Slightly confused and more than a little intrigued, Ar let her and as the party headed out he took the rear guard.
For most of the morning Kitty and Gwinhir stayed way to the front out of ear shot, only their laughter could be heard drifting back.
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Postby earendil81 » Wed Mar 04, 2009 8:54 pm

"My grandmother is an elf... just how amazing is that?"
Whatever she was looking at, her thoughts always returned to this idea. She still could not get around it but truth be told she was not exactly her grandmother but she had always called her that because she had never known her father's mother. She also could not realise that she was standing in the halls of Rivendell, she the little girl of Rohan, standing in the middle of a fairy tale place. She had been in awe ever since they had left Rohan and while she had no idea why she was offered such an adventure, she was delighted about it.

In the corner of the room she was in was a man. He was observing the youngllng; whatever she had seen since her arrival a couple of days before had left her in utter amazement and that left him wondering. She looked in her late teens and had the obvious air of of the Rohirrim. Her blond hair, her cheery round face revealed traits of one who had grown in the countryside with animals. She wasn't used to halls especially of the magnificence of the elven mansion although it was not comparable to what it had been when Imladris harboured the power of Vilya.

She looked a healthy and happy child, one who has been loved and it was a change from most children he saw back when he traveled. But then he hadn't left the safety of Imladris for a number of years; the child's relative had not even been born and truth be told he had not even encountered mortals since the coming of the halflings before the fall of the dark one. He smiled as he figured that the child was as much as an oddity to him as he must be to her. He knew what was to come in the following days and he thought it best to introduce himself.

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"Leasha, will you sit with me?"
She had found her grandmother in a small garden where a tombstone was; she could tell because she had seen one place exactly like that before. She was silent when coming as her relative was lost in thoughts but she was heard anyway.
As she sat, she looked at the stone and read a name on it: Gilraen and she lived more than a hundred years ago. She thought she could see tears in the eyes of the woman who should have looked much older.
"Why are you crying grandma'?
"I am not child. Merely remembering...
"What grandma'?
"What it is like to say good bye."
Laesha's blue eyes met with the slightly purple ones, which smiled.
"You have his eyes you know. He would have loved to make this trip with you, even if he hated cities.
"Who?
"Your grand pa. You look a lot like him you know and you're stubborn too. But that you could have got from me too."

Both fell silent for a while and Laesha took in the calmness and sadness of the place. But she was curious and the past week hadn't quenched her curiosity for everything this place held.
"Who was she? Someone you knew?
"In fact, no, but she was the mother of the King and he lived here for a while when he was younger than you."
Again the silence but this time she didn't intend to cut it. Yet again she did
"Why did you bring me here grandma'?
"Now, don't you know why? Or can't you guess? I am sure you could if you tried. You have it in you."
The child sat there for a while wondering, and then it suddenly made sense and she found that she had tears in her eyes fighting to get out. Her grandma smiled.
"Do not cry child, not for this. It is time for me to end my travels. You, on the other hand are only just beginning your travels. Eilathen will make the trip with you. And you will have a destination too.
"Where?
"You're going to Minas Tirith for the celebrations.
"But, it is closer to home why did we come here?" she burst out, which made the other woman laugh softly.
"Ah, but this is the point Laesha, traveling ways that you have never walked before.
"Why didn't you bring Pwyll, he is a guy... And I won't find a husband now..."
This made the other laugh again
"Darling, your brother wants to be a Rider, he will see the world for years and more. And a husband you can find when you go back. This is your opportunity to travel and to grow as a woman, in ways that staying home cannot help you do.
"That's what you did? Leave home?
"Well, I was born here. So how else could have I met your grand dad eh?" and the elf winked. "I also left alone, which you will not do."
And silence fell between them again, one thinking of the adventure ahead, the other reminiscing of adventures past.
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Postby Cock-Robin » Fri Mar 06, 2009 1:52 pm

Gwaeryn circled as he reached the hill upon which Tom's house was situated, and dropped off Dust, who seemed strangely silent for a Bard. Then, he made his own approach. He was weary, but would not show it. Robin guessed it, but didn't say anything about it, knowing his friend.

The Eagle landed as he saw the rest of the party approaching. Tom and Goldberry were waiting hand in hand. The question would arise, how would the Eagle fit into the house for a party?

But, it was immediately answered, as there was a table set up outside the house, set up for a party.

Hey, come merry dol, derry dol, my hearties!
All come hither now, we are fond of parties.
So let the fun begin, let us sing together!


Gwaeryn lifted up his head and sang

Parties are set up, tales are at the ready,
Huffing and a-puffing now, they must be made steady,
What can be more delightful, than this place a-laden,
For Old Tom Bombadil and the River-Daughter!


"Welcome!" said Goldberry. "But I see our guests need to wash up first and lay aside grimy cloaks."

Tom leaped up. "Fair Lady Goldberry, you do ever remind me. Come, fair folk, that will soon be mended. Let us wash up, comb away the tangles. Then our guests will be ready, and the party will begin."

He led them in, and places were set up, seperately for the gents and the ladies. And basins, towels and such were set up for them to clean up and refresh themselves.
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Postby earendil81 » Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:24 pm

Riding next to the child, Eilathen thought of his first travel without any relatives. He had been older than the young girl beside him and it had been more dangerous at the time. He was one of the few of his kind left and this was his last trip on this side of the Sea. He was set to see the newly rebuilt realm of Gondor before he left but would he go as far as this? He knew not but his path for now was with this child who reminded him so much of his sister when they were children. And he would soon see her again after so many years.

He looked at the youngling as they rode... He met her eyes and she smiled weakly; she would certainly would have preferred to sleep in a warm place. She was holding preciously the pin that had been given to her; a radiated star that one day could have been a death sentence for those wearing it. He wondered if the kid knew what it really meant for the person who had given it and the one to whom it was ultimately intended. She rode well, which wasn't too surprising for a child of Rohan but did she have the stamina of the woman who had brought her to the last homely house? Probably not and she had never been on her own; still she was growing up and facing the unknown and the fear of it was part of it. She was trying to do just that holding onto the radiated star of the Dunedain, which carried a bit of the past.

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That first day had been a long one. She had never ridden that long with her grandmother and while they stopped in a nice area it was not in an inn as she had done before. She was sure that if she hadn't asked to sleep in a warm bed every night they would have done the same thing with her grandma as now. But she didn't feel like asking Eilathen, he seemed less inclined than her grand mother to accept a kid's request. The whole thing was scary and she just clutched to the pin as the elf prepared the camp, the fire and the food.
As the sun was setting the noises of nature died and everything was becoming so dark. It wasn't like home when at night, the lights would come up in the houses and sounds of laughter exchanged around a meal could be heard. Here all was dreadfully silent just like the woods in which her grandmother lived. But the man beside her didn't seem at all bothered, on the contrary, he looked entirely content.
"Why are you so happy?"
"Look at the sky child. The stars are shining brightly. Elbereth is smiling upon us tonight."
"Elbereth?"
"Have your grandmother not spoken of her?"
"Maybe, probably but I don't remember. I didn't even know she was an elf before a couple of months ago when she asked me to come with her, she paused, but it was always weird that she didn't grow old like others."
"I am surprised she didn't tell you stories..."
"Oh she did tell me stories, but I think there were more tales, I mean."
"What for example?"
"Well, I think the best is the story of Earendil. He became a star, that's great right?"
"Did your grandmother tell you about the losses in this story, and the others?
"Oh, I don't remember them, otherwise it is too sad. Grandma she always says that it is the way of the great tales of this world but I mean... People don't remember the sadness right, only the greatness and the glory."
The elf smiled but she could tell that he didn't agree with her; he had a sad smile, one that resembled that of her grandmother sometimes.
"Anyway, how old are you Eilathen?"
"I'm old child..."
"Yes, well, that's not an answer. My grandma she's more than a hundred, that's what Pwyll said. She's the oldest person I know."
"And she is very young even so. The lords of the house you were in have seen several ages of the sun and I was born before. Earendil whom you spoke about, I have known him a child before Gondolin fell."
Laesha missed the sadness in the elf's voice, she was in awe. In her mind she could see images of a golden past when elves were walking Middle Earth without having to hide.
"Well I think it's useless to remember the sad. Better remember the good things and the happiness. That's what the celebration in Minas Tirith are all about. The end of evil... I mean who cares that some died; they were heroes... They were proud to die for this cause right?"
The elf sighed deeply, she probably had said something wrong and she would never say something like that to her grandmother but it had been on her mind for a while.
He gave her some of the food that had been cooking on the fire; she knew better than ask what it was and she ate it.
"Go to sleep child, I will stay awake and look at the stars"
She wrapped herself in a blanket, lay down and went to a disturbed and very uncomfortable sleep.
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