The wedding of Elora Starsong and Turin Turambar!

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby Arish » Fri Oct 26, 2001 8:34 pm

OOC<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>kay! According to Entwifelost, I am suppose to post the description of the decorations, so here goes! Hope it is to your liking Turin and Elora!<BR><BR>BIC:Arish looked proudly at the decorations for the wedding. They had come out just as she had planned. The white gazebo sat atop the Scenic Pinnacle of Vanalaitaure. Flowers of every imaginable kind were woven in to beautiful garlands that wrapped around each of the posts of the gazebo. In the roof was a small hole placed at just the right spot so that the sun would shine through it just as the couple was saying their vows. Leading to the gazebo were 5 arches, each woven of greenery and flowers. Elora would walk through those as she headed to met her groom. Just to make sure that the couple could be seen in the gazebo by all that attended, Arish had set up a small set of lights, filled with fire from her Fire Ring of Faith. Their sweet perfume calmed everyones spirits. <BR><BR>Across a small stream that ran a little ways away from the sight of the ceremony, a white bridge, also adorned with garlands of flowers, would lead the guests to the place planned for the party after the ceremony. On the other side of the stream was a large green lawn, just right for dancing the night away! Tables were set up on one side with refreshments and food. More tiny lanterns filled with fire from Arish's ring hung in the branches of trees and on free standing stands. The light of them and the stars would make the whole scene very romantic.<BR><BR>OOC: hope you likes!
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Postby erinhue » Fri Oct 26, 2001 8:34 pm

Hail Friend, a name that fits someone who seems so easy to befriend. I did indeed plan that entrance with your friend Merry. Winter comes and a bard must look to his skill and reputation to secure him a warm and welcome lodging for the colder times to come."<BR><BR>Erinhue flashed Friend a smile and bowed to her dragon companion."If you would excuse me for a moment, though it pains me to leave your fair company, but I would like to check on the acustics before the wedding begins." As he moved about seeking the best place for him to sing, he came across a young hobbit standing all alone.<BR><BR>"Well Hail and Well Met, Vincent." Erinhue went over to him and snatched up his hand and shook it. "I lost track of you in the battles of Elbren's Challenge and it is good to see you once again, hale, hearty and alive. I heard you ask for my lady Aerin but she is not yet here. She is with the bride and and neither of us will see her until the cerimony is ready to begin.<BR><BR>There's no reason for you to stand here, come with me I have a new friend, a fair lady that I would like for you to meet." Hearding vincent before him, Erinhue led the way for an old friend to meet a new one.
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Postby Aerin » Fri Oct 26, 2001 8:39 pm

<i>Aerin shook her head.</i> "None that I can think of, save one only for me. I must go and seek out a friend." <i>She placed a kiss on Elora's forehead.</i> "Good luck, and remember - have fun!" <i>She smiled at her and Eowyn, made a slight curtsy, then left.<BR><BR>Aerin wandered around, smiling and greeting friends and acquaintances, until she found Vincent.</i> "Vincent! I'm glad to see you made it here. Hello, Hunter," <i>she added to the woman seated next to him.</i>
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Postby ~Turin-Turambar~ » Fri Oct 26, 2001 10:00 pm

<i>Turin sipped a few drinks off the wine bottle as he hid under the tarp. Like when he was in the cave such a short time ago....<BR><BR>....He grasped the soulgem and called to Elora, for he needed her strength now. Her warm touch came to him and he smiled. He crawled out from under the table and tarp, and stood brushing himself off. He said to himself, for most everyone was across the way at the Scenic Pinnacle of Vanalaitaure,</i><BR><BR>"Well Turin Turambar, the most beautiful woman in and out of Arda awaits your hand. Get over there and marry her!"<BR><BR><i>Turin stood confident, and pulling his hair back, he spread it about his shoulders and walked toward the Pinnicle.</i>
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Postby erinhue » Fri Oct 26, 2001 10:09 pm

Seeing Aerin, Erinhue offered her his brightest smile. "If you are here the bride must be nearly ready to come out. You have been so helpful to her now you must help me. I can see that they are to be wed standing in that gazebo. I was going to sing for them after their vows, as they leave. Is that the right place in the ceremony and where do you think I should stand?"
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Postby Snowdog » Fri Oct 26, 2001 10:45 pm

Snowdog and Idril arrived and they saw they didn't miss the ceremony. With their horses attended to, they walked to the place of ceremony as it was a most beautiful place. They walked up and took a seat on Turin's side, and Snowdog looked about at the people he knew. There was Hunter, Raven, Genuvere, Aerin... of course he was noticing the ladies. An elbow to the ribs from Idril got Snowdog noting erinhue, Vincent, Arcados, and Darkmagus, who it looked was going to perform the ceremony. Showdog took Idril's hand and smiled, remembering when he married her.
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Postby elora » Fri Oct 26, 2001 11:37 pm

Aye, have fun you say. That should be well within my grasp this day. Thankyou Aerin.<BR><BR><i>Elora turned to Eowyn who stood by her, and smiled before she took a deep breath. She raised one brow in arch humour and laughter thrummed behind her words.</i><BR><BR>What say you, Eowyn? Ready to have some fun? Let's be on our way.<BR><BR><i>She pulled the veil down across her face, and realised that when next it rose she would be wife to Turin. She collected her flowers from the bed and walked out the door with Eowyn. The path to StellarTop was a gentle one, dappled with sunlight and strewn with flowers. She and Eowyn spoke in quiet voices as they made their way along it.<BR><BR>After some time, Elora noticed that she and Eowyn did not walk alone. Indeed, they were accompanied by an unusual companion. About the pair a strange light shimmered. Gentle voices could be heard whispering about them, and glimpses of faces tantalisingly familiar to Elora could be seen in the varied lights. Elora paused, and smiled behind the veil. She dropped a curtsy there and held her hand towards Eowyn as she made her introductions.</i><BR><BR>This is the Lady Eowyn, of Rohan, who stands by me this day. Eowyn, these are those from Valinor that are particularly dear to me. It has been long since last I saw them, and you cannot see their true form in these lands. Yet, what you do see is part of them.<BR><BR>I thankyou for your presence, for I know how difficult the crossing can be from our home. Please be welcome here.<BR><BR><i>As they resumed their path, Elora pointed out particular faces and names to Eowyn as they swirled about them. Coming closer now to StellarTop, all bar one faded to a quiet presence. What remained was one who had remained behind when she first entered Arda. He had chosen to remain beyond the Void. Yet he stood now at her shoulder, a presence rather than a physical shape. In terms of Arda, he could best be described as her brother. Though he would not remain in Arda long, he would be there long enough to bear witness to her wedding and escort her to her waiting husband. It was a gift to her that he would be present, despite the brevity of it.<BR><BR>Around the corner and down the path, stood the place where she would meet Turin. She paused now, to finally gather her thoughts. She gripped the flowers tighter as she looked ahead, before swinging her gaze to Eowyn.</i><BR><BR>Just a few more moments to let everyone be seated and Dark Magus to get himself organised.
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Postby Arathorn-II » Fri Oct 26, 2001 11:55 pm

Arathorn came riding up at speed. quickly getting off his horse he shook out the trail dust fron his hair and brushed his cloak off. It was a dull grey and his pants were as well. He hoped he would not be a disappointment to Turin, whom he ran into as he slowly was straggling toward the altar.<BR><BR><i>"Many apologies Sir Turin. I came as fast as I couldm and there is no time to clean up. Let us walk and not keep your love waiting."</i><BR><BR>Arathorn received the ring from Turin, and as they got to the Altar, many awed at Turins fine appearance, which must have looked all the much better next to himself, still with remnents of trail dust upon him. Darkmagus also handed a ring to Arathorn and he nodded to Darkmagus. Arathorn looked about the faces and smiled, for there were many he recognized. The place was alive and the sun was high, and Arathorn saw in Turin's face that of happiness unending, and fright.
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Postby elora » Sat Oct 27, 2001 12:14 am

<i>Eldarion whispered within Elora's mind, confirming that Arathorn had arrived. She conveyed that to Eowyn in her turn. The butterflies in her stomach reappeared with a new intensity, and she could hear Eldarion's gentle laughter at the back of her mind. Almost to herself she whispered.</i><BR><BR>Well, Dark Magus will signal and then it all happens. Simple really, very straightfoward no complexities. It just happens.<BR><BR><i>Elora puts a hand on Eowyn's arm, steadying herself, as she waits the last few minutes. Eldarion's laughter is catching, and before long Elora is giggling herself. Wryly she comments to Eowyn.</i><BR><BR>Give me some warning before you move, or I'm likely to pitch over at the present. Failing that, throw something at Eldarion here who thinks this is all remarkably amusing.
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Postby enchantress » Sat Oct 27, 2001 12:44 am

<i>Long she rode through wooded lands until finally she came to a clearing. A path winding through the grassy area led to a secluded glade from which came sounds of chatter and subtle merriment. </i><BR><BR>This must be the place!<BR>Thank you Aurora!<BR><BR><i>She patted the unicorn's side and gently kissed its neck. The noble beast navigated much better than she herself could - upon inspecting a map Aurora was able to find any place with effortless ease and speed. Enchantress found that difficult, even with the use of magic.<BR><BR>She smiled thinking of the unicorn's kindness. It is not often that a unicorn will allow itself to be ridden, and althought the occasion was quite splendid, it did not even cross Enchantress' mind to beseech Aurora for such a service. She was saddling Prima when the unicorn came around and volunteered to bear her thither. Indeed, it did make for a splendid display. Not that Prima was not a magnificent beast, but the light of Aman shone about Aurora's form. Enchantress' silver cloak caught glimspses of that light and at times seemed almost irridescent. <BR><BR>Since the weather was warm and pleasant, the cloak was loosely fastened around her shoulders with a silver chain. Her exquisite rainment could be seen clearly as the cloak did not cover her front. The rainment was a splendid two piece ensemble; a tight fitted, low-set gown with no sleeves, tightly laced up around her chest, and an embroidered overcoat of sorts, of heavy fabric, with flowing sleeves flaring out towards her wrists. The gown was lavender, and the overcoat off white, with subtle ivy embroidery done in silver thread with such skill, that it almost seemed as if leaves covered with silver dewdrops somehow grew out of the cream coloured fabric. A silver metal belt resembling a garland of leaves was at the base of her waist, resting heavily upon her hips. Her golden curls fell freely about her shoulders. A string of splendid pearls, finest of the Havens, encircled Enchantress' neck. The unicorn's gleaming horn, sometimes silver, sometimes pearl, sometimes gold, seemed as a set ornament, perfectly matched with the lustre of metal in her rider's attire. Her golden mane, like enchantress' curls, softly fell about the beast's neck and swayed with the rhythm of her graceful gait. A silver chain with a curious medallion hung around Aurora's neck. <BR><BR>They now rode upon the path, and silhouettes of people were fast becoming clear. She felt her heart quicken as she instinctively searched the small crowd. No...nowhere in sight. Perhaps later...<BR><BR>What a wistful smile, and involuntary jolt of excitement had the invitation brought to her face when she opened and read it in her Lorien abode! Although she was honoured beyond words by the invitation, those strong emotions were not merely linked with her excitement about the newlywed pair... She sighed heavily as her eyes focused straight ahead again, a somewhat resigned and disappointed expression upon her face as if she didnt find what she came here looking for...<BR><BR>The glade was decorated with most exquiste taste. The beauty of the decorations and the emergence of some familiar faces from among the crowd returned a relaxed smile to her face. Many were already assembled, and it seemed that the ceremony was close at hand. <BR><BR>Aurora kneeled and Enchantress stepped off the animal's back. There were no reigns upon her and she looked as free and self contained a being as any other in attendance. Noone could mistake her for a mere beast of burden. With the unicorn by her side, Enchantress entered the grounds. She curtsied seeing Idril and Snowdog, waved to Raven and Harvestar and smiled and bowed low acknowledging the mighty Bard Erinhue. Glad she truly was to see such an array of familiar faces.<BR>Elora and Turin she met not before, and was thereby even more surprised and honoured by their invitation. Much had she heard of Lady Elora, her curious powers and her beauty, and she looked forward greatly to meeting her. She was drawn by what she heard of the Lady... in a most peculiar way.<BR><BR>Guests were slowly sitting down, and Enchantress caught herself once again scanning the crowd with a strange hope in her heart. Yet again, to no avail. Aerin's friendly smile brought her out of her wistful reverie and she curtsied politely to the Lady. Returning her gaze to the front, to the splendid gazebo, she grinned widely as she thought she caught a glimpse of Lady Legrace herslef, closely guarded by the Eldar Princes, as always. She made a mental note to seek the lady out and speak with her.</i>
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Postby Harvestar » Sat Oct 27, 2001 2:14 am

As Harvestar and Genuvere stood admiring the flowers, they noticed Turin pacing nervously. As he glanced over at them, Harvestar flashed him an encouraging smile. <BR><BR>Awed by the later display of fire and water, announcing erinhue's entrance, Harvestar smiled broadly and spoke a hearty, "erinhue, Hello!" as the bard hustled off to be in place for the ceremony. <BR><BR>As Harvestar walked by the food tables on her way to the seats, she placed upon them a tray of fine pasteries from the Donut Guild. Upon taking her seat, Harvestar checked to make sure that she had plenty of tissues on hand, for herself and anyone who might need one. <BR><BR>Harvestar watched as the other guests filed in, waving at enchantress and smiling at Snowdog.
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Postby Broken-Arrow » Sat Oct 27, 2001 6:47 am

A dark-haired woman with sun-brown skin and long raven hair walked by outside the grounds. Surely this was the place she had heard about. She asked an attendant where a golden-haired lady had recently dismounted from a beautiful unicorn if it was indeed the place of marriage of Elora Starsong and Turin Turambar. Being told it was, Saralai smiled and curtsied to him as she walked onto the grounds. She stopped in awe of the place with its flowers and trees, and the lake so clear and the rise where the people were gathering. She saw a gift table and she reached under her brightly colored and designed cloak and took out a leather pouch, then fished around and took out another. She placed them on the table knowing the medicine pouches would hold Lady Starsong and Lord Turambar in health. She wished she could give them more but it was all she could afford to make for them.<BR><BR>Saralai walked slowly toward the rise and took a seat in the back. She removed her cloak and revealing a tan deerskin dress, somewhat short for a formal function as this. She looked about and saw Harvestar and Genuvere, Snowdog and Idril, but as she gazed the people, her eyes froze as did her movements when she gazed upon a man she loved standing up front with the groom. As if she called to him, Arathorn turned and gazed at her and their eyes locked in knowing anticipation and aprehension. Saralai wanted to get up and run away, but she was frozen in place. All she managed to do was smile weakly , and he did the same. he soon turned again to the groom and the man who would do the ceremony, and she looked about the people, almost desparately, for her soul-sister whom she did not see. With a sigh she settled in and listened to the sounds. The birds singing the somg of days, a flute playing softly, the murmur of hushed talking of the people, and again her gaze turned to Arathorn. She wondered how she could leave after the ceremony but before the best man came to her, for her stomach churned with butterflies, even worse than it had in the last few weeks. She looked down at her feet, the minutes seeming like hours. Saralai wondered how the bride was feeling at this moment.
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Postby Barad-dur » Sat Oct 27, 2001 7:23 am

One of Dûralkar's hooves struck the ground impatiently, dislodging small chunks of grassy turf as the dark steed wondered, not for the first time, why its rider had chosen to stop here hours ago and not moved since. Sitting astride the magnificent winged horse's back, the armoured figure didn't even flinch as the beast shifted uneasily beneath him. Clad in armour forged from metal as dark as night, the tall and imposing figure remained motionless as it gazed on in continued silence at the gathering below, its features completely hidden by the lowered visor on the menacing looking dragon-helm.<BR><BR>Concealed from sight by the shade of a giant mallorn, the figure and its horse stood atop a small hill overlooking the glade were the ceremony was soon to take place. He did not know the groom well... in fact, he mused, he had only seen Turin once, and then only from afar. He had never even spoken to the man. Of the bride, one Elora Starsong, he knew only the name. Yet somehow, by some strange twist of fate, the invitation had found its way into his hands, requesting his presence here on this day. Upon reading it, he had firmly made up his mind not to attend... so why then was he here?<BR><BR>The answer of course, was down there. Although he could not see her from this distance, he knew that she was there, the overwhelming strength of her presence washing up against his senses like a mighty wave breaking upon rocky cliffs. The Dark Knight heaved an audible sigh, the first sound that he had made for what seemed like an eternity now since he had arrived.<BR><BR>Had he made a mistake in coming? Was he really all that concerned that Turin and the others think him rude for not deigning to attend the wedding, or was he simply failing to acknowledge the truth? He had been away for quite some time... perhaps too long. Focusing more clearly upon the figures in the glade below, he scarcely saw any that he recognized. Would any remember him now? Would it really matter to him if none of them did? So why then was he here?<BR><BR>An almost imperceptible shudder passed through the motionless knight, a tremor that bespoke of uncertainty, fear, but most of all, regret. He recalled another such ceremony that occurred not too long ago between two dear friends of his, now nothing but a shattered dream composed of hollow lies and broken promises. But it was not to them that his thoughts strayed now, but to the one to whom he had revealed that innermost secret part of himself on that fateful evening. To her he had shown his true self, in all of its horrible splendour, and the sight had proven nearly too much... even for him. Yet she had not fled but had chosen to remain, as true to her love as he believed that she would be. No... the only cowardice and weakness had lain within himself, unable to comprehend the level of compassion and forgiveness in her heart, and so he had left. <BR><BR>When hatred, suspicion, and fear have become one's lifelong companions, it becomes difficult to accept the possibility of other emotions within people. She had turned his world around, and shown him a side of it whose existence his heart had long ago chosen to deny. He had begged her for it, and when it had been freely given, he had found himself unable to cope and accept... so why then was he here?<BR><BR>From his vantage point, the Dark Knight once known as Barad-dur looked down at the merry souls below, going about their festivities and greeting one another, full of joy and peace in their untroubled souls. He knew there and then that he would never... could never belong among them. But this day was not about him, or about his failure to love... this day was about those who could love, and were here today to reaffirm that bond through the holy rite of matrimony.<BR><BR>Spurring Dûralkar forward, the dark figure proceeded slowly down the hill, towards the crowd. <BR><BR>
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Postby EowynDernhelm » Sat Oct 27, 2001 8:01 am

Eowyn stood with Elora at a short distance from the beautiful, flower be-decked gazebo. She saw the flowery arbors and the shining, white bridge and told Elora, "I am awestruck by such beauty," and asked her, "What is the meaning of the name of this place?"<BR><BR>
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Postby ~Turin-Turambar~ » Sat Oct 27, 2001 8:11 am

<i>Turin walked along simently, almost as in a daze as Arathorn walked with him. Soon they were in place, and Turin felt as if in a dream. The time had come and he was here, every nerve tingling in unreality, wondering how it all come to be. As Arathorn and Darkmagus talked among themselves and to him, Turin really didn't hear what was said. Instead he closed his eyes and his mind raced from thought to thought. How he wanted a job bartending, how the Lady Elora befriended him but then left. How he was going to wander and look for work elsewhere but something kept him there; How she lept over his head and was standing in front of him; of many blossoms snowing and acorns in uncomfortable places; of dancing and talking at the Harvest Moon Ball and the Middle Earth Festival; of his battle and wounds and healing; of weapons dancing and swimming in the lake....<BR><BR>Arathorn nudged him and Turin snapped out of it. Darkmagus asked him of his vows, and Turin blinked,</i><BR><BR>"My vows? Uhhh... "<BR><BR><i>Looking around thinking he missed the Lady walking up to him, he was relieved to see people were still arriving, and he was unsure how long he was thought. his hands trembled slightly, though it felt like the breaking of a fortress inside. He thought of the gentle way Lady Elora had dismantled the fortress around his heart that he had built so strong, and he blinked ans smiled. His stomach growled at the tension and Turin looked at Arathorn. But he had fallen silent, for he had caught eye of a fair maiden in the back, and looking at her and then again to Arathorn, it was obvious they knew each other. It was Turin's turn to nudge Arathorn, and then smiled at each other.</i><BR><BR>"Someone you know I see? Very pretty!"<BR><BR><i>Darkmagus asked again Turin of the vows, and Turin said,</i><BR><BR>"I know what to say, but whether my mouth will be able to work in the Lady's presence... "<BR><BR><i>The thought of Elora again sent him into a waking dream.</i>
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Postby tuile » Sat Oct 27, 2001 10:04 am

<i>Tuile arrived as quietly as she could since the festivities seemed close to beginning. She slid her wedding gift onto the gift table. It was a small yet exqusite bronze statue of two horses running side by side in an expression of utter freedom and yet complete devotion for one would never be without the other. She glanced quickly around at the gathering and was awed at the beauty of the people. The histories and memories they gathered traveled around them like glowing and ethereal visions of their true selves. She reflected upon the bride and groom who had such deep emotions towards each other and not to mention an amazing capacity for alcolhol, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming joy for the two of them on this day. A skant overwhelmed, she spotted Harvestar and walked over to greet her friend. </i>
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Postby EntwifeLost » Sat Oct 27, 2001 10:06 am

The Entwife Prisithorn wanted badly to attend the ceremony here in this unprecendented magical hilltop. As she watched from yonder hill, she saw the anticipation of the guests and the nervousness of Elora's groom...<BR><BR><i> My he sure loves her!! His mind and heart are content, being fixed solely on her. It is a joy to see...such a love....</i><BR><BR> She felt her eyes water, and decided she must attend...And give Elora a word of encouragement,,,But she could not be seen as just a Entwife...She wanted to look as lovley as Harvestar and Enchantress...but fitting a 10ft Entwive into a formal gown was not apretty site..all the branches sticking out and the snags she would make on others' dresses and cloaks.....She specialized of course in gardening, weaving, and naturous things...Sewing and dresses were way beyond her scope...But She was determined to be there......So Prisithorn, The Lady Ent, found a secluded grove of Maple Trees, and with a "potion of shapechange", brewed with magical transformation properties and given to her by a Fangorn Ally...She drank it down...bitterly.....and nothing happened??? She looked around the hillside, and save for a dark lovelorn character on a horse, she noticed no change. Then she turned around and the tall trees she bent down under, now seemed larger and larger, and the trees towered over her with an awesome statuesque power. Her 2 Rings almost fell to the ground...She knotted them around a necklace and tucked them away for safekeeping. She shook herself off and was suprised ythat no leaves fell off her???<BR><i> Look at me im normal size..?? Hmmmpfeee...oh look i have a waist...and my arms have skin and no bark.....!! Hooomie Hoom!!!!</i><BR><BR>The Little Entwife looked somewhat like an Elf, but with more of a fairy face. No wings of course...Her hair was reddish brown and her skin was as tan as the cedar's core skin...Her eyes, with long dark lashes were large and trounced with greenish hues. She was admiring her new look when, Out of nowhere she was befitted with a Green Velvet dress, shapely and flowing to the ground, she could see her barefeet....poking out...<BR><i> No matter what i will not wear those contraptions called shoes!! </i><BR>Her HOOMS soon turned to Hmmmpfies, for she was now so small!! But seeing her new features, magically given for the day of the Wedding, she tried out her new legs and skipped down the hillside. She ratained allof her Entwife powers of "forest sight evasion"....She seemed like a normal Middle Earthian now, as she stepped towards the area Elora waited in, most of the women just stared at her up and down...wondering..... who would dare come to Elora's wedding with no shoes, and of course out of thin air!!!!<BR><BR><i>SPPPT SPPPPPT ...Chhhh Chhhhhh...Elora!! Hoomsies!! Oh you are the most enchanted maiden in that dress.....No wait Elora...Its me....EntwifeLost...dont your recongnize the green hue?? </i><BR><BR>She had to prove her identity by showing the Rings and speaking of secrets to the Benadarians......Elora was then aware of the change but recognized the scratchy voice, even if it was on a high tone now....<BR><BR><i> Elora - I wanted to come and give you all the best hopes and calm any fears you have...I just had to make it here...And most of all...I Want to witness your Union in person! My garb and appearance will only be good for a day...But at least this way i could look a bit fancy...I mean to me this dress is ok...but i have no shoes...And i hope that is ok with you and Turin...I cannot imagine, even as this Elven Fairy thing....i cant think of walking the ground and not feeling the softness of the Earth's touch...For I am still an entwife at heart.....I offer my service to you now Elora...And I shall prepare your way...Everything out there is all ready for you...Vanalaitaure humms your sweet name and all of its emminities are polished , shined and absolutley gorgeous...The land will sing at your Bridal prescence in the Gazebo......Guests await the vision of the Lovliest Maiden Bride, this side of Valinor!!!!!!<BR>Now has anyone offered or picked up your bouquet?? You know i shall gather all your favorites, freshly and make a bouquet of fragraqnt dreams...If you dont have one, i can have one for you in an Entwife Minute!!!!" <BR></i><BR><BR>
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Postby EowynDernhelm » Sat Oct 27, 2001 10:20 am

From where she was standing with Elora, Eowyn could see Turin, Dark Magus, and Arathorn standing in the gazebo talking. "Looks like they're almost ready to start, Elora. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"<BR><BR>Your unicorns are beautiful, Enchantress!
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Postby Darkmagus » Sat Oct 27, 2001 10:49 am

<i>Finally, the hour of ceremony arrives. The wedding guests have taken their seats, and Turin, the sun glinting off of the jewel at his brow, stands ready at the alter under the white marble of the gazebo. Then Elora, brilliantly beautiful in her wedding dress, makes her procession to the place of union. Passing through the archways, her dress shimmering, she joins Turin at the alter. Both take their places, and then The Magus takes his position before them. Smiling, he begins to speak. His words are spoken softly, and yet by some enchantment every guest hears his voice perfectly, as if it were spoken by someone right in front of them.</i><BR><BR>Elen síla lúmenn'omentielvo! Welcome, all, to this occasion, the binding together of Elora, the Starsong, and Turin Turambar. We are gathered here, in all the glory of the Vanalaitaure, to seal in word the love that is already sealed in their hearts. May the blessing of Illuvatar and of all the Valar be upon this. I myself, as an emissary of the West authenticate it. This union is one of which the like has never been seen in the circles of Arda, not even in Melian and Thingol, for none of the Starsong's kind, but for her, have been known in the world. I have chosen to perform this wedding in the mode of Valinor, and I think that there is no fairer place then this for the words of the Western lands to be spoken.<BR><BR><i>He folds his hands in front of him, and then reaches out and touches first Turin, and then Elora, upon their shoulders. When he first speaks, it is in the High language of the West.</i><BR><BR>I vesta sina arë na si aire. Quetnyes. I proclaim this marriage to be sanctified to the joy of these two, Elora Starsong, and Turin Turambar. Quetanyes tenn alassë. Let it shine upon them until the end.<BR><BR><i>He pauses, nods almost imperceptivly to Turin, and continues.</i><BR><BR>Sina Wendë ar sina nér, atta man naruva minë, tyaranyël quetë hortalëon. I call you, Elora and Turin, to bring to us in voice the urgings of your hearts. Speak now your vows unto union.
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Postby Hunter » Sat Oct 27, 2001 11:54 am

Resting comfortably on her cloak placed upon the fragrant green grass, Hunter bid farewell to Vincent as Aerin led him away. <i>“Watch him close Aerin, be sure to keep him away from the rum.”</i><BR><BR>With a casual interest, she watched the events unfold as time for the ceremony approached. She had come to see how this wedding would progress, the first such event that she had attended. The scene spread before her was perfect, perhaps a little too much so, as if a storybook spread open before her. Everything written and planned, nothing missed, just waiting for the next page to be turned. <i>‘And so it should be,’</i> she thought, for weddings are meant to happen only once and the memories made here would last a lifetime. <BR><BR>Her attention was drawn to the ceremony; it was about to begin. The guests had all seated themselves closer, but she remained where she was, content to sit peacefully and watch.<BR><BR>The clatter of a fast approaching horse was heard in the distance and she momentarily wondered what guest had arrived so late.<BR><BR><i>“Damn, why am I always so late for these affairs.”</i> <BR><BR>Startled, Hunter turned at the familiar voice and smiled broadly as Naveen sat down next to her on the grass. Her friend had made it, late, and not dressed for the occasion, but then she had learned not to be surprised whenever Naveen appeared. Her long dark hair was windswept from her ride and her usual leathers were dusty and worn.<BR><BR><i>“Ssh, the ceremony has started.”</i> She told Naveen.<BR><BR>Naveen grinned, taking a sip from a bottle of wine before handing it her way. She could only guess where Naveen had found it and chided her quietly, <i>“That is for after the ceremony, not during.”</i> <BR><BR><i>“But my throat was parched from the road.”</i> Naveen chuckled low, shrugging when Hunter refused. <i>“Ok, I will remain quiet for a time.”</i> And she stretched out on the grass, leaning back on her bent arm, watching as the ceremony progressed.<BR>
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Postby Arish » Sat Oct 27, 2001 12:18 pm

Arish sat amoung the guests, watching as the ceremony preseded. Tears were stinging her eyes. "This is all so romantic!" she whispered to herself. Just then she spied a strange elven type person amoungst the crowd. She looked more closely and then she was positive in her decision. Moving over to the elven like lady, Arish sat beside her and said "My Entwife! you look absoloutely wonderful! Doesn't Elora look radiant? and Turin as well. Oh the whole scene is just to happy!"
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Postby elora » Sat Oct 27, 2001 12:40 pm

<i>It was an unusual time for Elora. Through the long years and ages she had moved with little thought to such matters as marriage. When she'd had the time, she had noticed their occurence around her. However her observations of such occassions never extended to wondering if she would find herself within the midst of one. That had changed suddenly, altering every aspect of her life and heart upon her encounter with one Turin Turambar.<BR><BR>The the weeks that they had waited through became like ages to Elora, and she had never waited so closely on the turning of days. She had counted their passing, marking each as it brought her closer to where she now stood, but it seemed like the day would never arrive. All too suddenly, it had, and she stood now beside Turin at her wedding. For a surreal moment it was as if it was not happening. She watched it unfold about her. Eowyn certainly seemed real enough, and the guise of EntwifeLost though startling at first was real enough. Dark Magus seemed to be real. The strange faint shape of Eldarion, his presence in her mind was too real to be ignored. Turin, standing fair and proud was certainly undeniably real.<BR><BR>When had Elora caught sight of Turin, she had found herself transfixed as she looked through the trees at him. She paused to absorb the sight of the tall, dark man standing resplendent ahead of her under a large green arch bedecked with roses. If Eowyn had said anything to her then, she would not have heard it. Elora was a woman in a waking dream. Everything else dropped out of sight for her as she stood gazing at her beloved as he waited. Sunlight shone off long, dark hair. His eyes shone, and the dappled light played gentle patterns across his fair, proud face and form<BR><BR>And so, she had come to stand beside her beloved, her hand set in his by Eldarion, and listened with wonder to Dark Magus' words. Turin's hand was warm about hers, and she closed her fingers gently, leaving a warm pressure, and smiled behind her veil. In a quiet whisper, she greeted her beloved as she gazed up at him.</i><BR><BR>Hail to thee, Turin Turambar. Today you make my heart and spirit soar.
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Postby Finrod_the_Faithful » Sat Oct 27, 2001 12:56 pm

Elladan’s eyes turned away from the ceremony and he looked at his brother and the Dark Beauty of Mordor. Without seeming to realize it, Elrohir and the lady were clasping hands and focusing on the ceremony, lost in thought. What was his twin thinking? No secret, he was obviously imagining something that would never happen as long as the foul Dark Lord lived.<BR><BR>The lady, however, watched the ceremony, but her mind seemed far away. In truth, she looked almost transparent, as if she did not completely exist in this time and place. As well as he had come to know his brother’s lover, he couldn’t imagine what thoughts passed through such a mind!<BR><BR>Some noise, some rustling drew his attention and he turned to look. Naveen, the saucy wench, had plopped down upon the grass beside Hunter. Elladan grinned rakishly at the two women, both of whom were reputed to be the regular companions of the Lady of Mordor. Perhaps this genteel ceremony would give way to a more <i>interesting</i> party…<BR>
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Postby EowynDernhelm » Sat Oct 27, 2001 1:13 pm

Eowyn had followed Elora, as she walked slowly down the path, through the beautiful arches of flowers, and under the roof of the flower covered pavillion. The beauty of it all was nearly overwhelming. The sunlight brightened every color; the brilliant emerald green of the grass, the soft, pale colors of the flowers, the colors of the autumn leaves-russet, crimson, and gold.<BR><BR>She had felt the gentle breeze as she walked, and looking up, saw the wide expanse of the clear, blue sky. The wind made the sleeves of her pink gown flutter as she moved, and the silver embroidered symbols of Turin's and Elora's houses-the four crossed swords for him, and the many petaled blossoms and flames for her-shone in the brightness of the daylight. Around her neck she wore the mithril and pearl necklace Elora had given her.<BR><BR>The full skirt of Elora's gorgeous gown shimmered in that light as she walked, its colors shifting from ivory to violet, while the house emblems of both bride and groom shone in silver around its hem. The bodice looked to be made of rose petals edged in silver which sparkled and glittered. Her delicate, sheer veil covered her face beneath the circlet she wore on her brow. <BR><BR>Eowyn stood now to one side and listened quietly as Dark Magus began to speak the words of the ceremony. Elora and Turin looked radiant and very happy as they stood before him.
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Postby arcados » Sat Oct 27, 2001 1:16 pm

<i>Arcados looked at Turin and smiled. 'Aye, Turin. Your mouth <b>can</b> work in the presence of such a Lady, and shall!', he thought.</i><BR><BR><i> Arcados also noticed Snowdog who had arrived, and welcomed him, telling him that indeed no, he didn't miss the ceremony.</i>
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Postby Barad-dur » Sat Oct 27, 2001 4:18 pm

The Dark Knight stood in silence, a solitary and forlorn figure, on the fringe of the area where the other guests sat. A faint smile of wistfulness brought on by nostalgia played briefly about his lips, as he looked on the distant bride and groom while they exchanged their vows.<BR><BR>He sighed again, this time with sadness. He felt his heart twist with bitterness as he realized that not one soul among them had come forth to greet him... not one familiar face had extended a single hand in a welcoming gesture. He was right... this had been a mistake. He had been forgotten, and did not belong. Even she to whom his heart reached out even now, did not make herself visible.<BR><BR>Perhaps it was better this way, he thought, as a single icy tear rolled down a cold and expressionless cheek. This was a day of celebration, and his dark presence served no purpose here.<BR><BR>Bidding a silent wish of good fortune and happyness in their life together, the Dark Knight nodded his farewell to Turin and Elora. May they find in one another the joy that would elude him until the end of time. With a final glance and a strange lump in his throat, the Dark Knight turned and walked slowly away from the gathering... towards the lonely and anonymous oblivion he had always know. <BR>
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Postby ~Turin-Turambar~ » Sat Oct 27, 2001 4:27 pm

<i>The sight of Elora Starsong in my eyes as she emerged from the trees was overwhielming to me. All thoughts I had now turned to Elora as my eyes combed over her repeatedly as she approached, step by step. Her gathered hair and veil draped softly over her bare shoulders. She shimmered in a changing color of ivory and violet, and the opals about her neck and throat twinkled in my eyes. I looked then upon the violet opal and mithril circlet upon her before my eyes locked with hers under the veil. They were bright and beaming, with a slight wetness, and I was lost in them when suddenly she was there next to me. Hearing her whispered words, my heart jumped into my throat. I was filled with emotion and overflowing with feelings for this lady. Unthinking I whispered to her,</i><BR><BR>"You, beloved are a blessing eternal to me. I thank thee unending."<BR><BR><i>I heard now the words of DarkMagus. Was he talking before??? My mind was swimming in chaos. He wants me to say words! There are too many thoughts....</i><BR><BR>"Blessed Elora, woman who called to me in my dark wanderings. You stood and reached for me and you drew me to you though I looked for it not. But your eyes absorbed me and I swam with delight in them, and you fill my every thought, waking and asleep that night. So Lady I sought you out and found you in the morning sunrise asleep, blossoms swirling as I watched from the trees. I knew then I loved thee. Lady of the undying lands, lands that were only words and rumors to my ears. When I look upon thee I can see them before me, and so I am blessed more than any mortal man! And you give so much, and though I love thee more than anything, I have so little to give except my love for thee. But my doom you freely take upon yourself, the doom of Lúthien and Arwen. Ye bless me Lady Elora, more than I am able to say. My mind swims and my words fall from my lips now that the hour is here. All else I can say is I will cleave to you Lady Elora Starsong as we walk together paths unwalked, and together may it be the will of Ilúvatar that we thwart the enemy in his ways of destruction of all things fair. And for all my days allowed me by Ilúvatar, I will be your beloving husband."<BR><BR><i>I really didn't know if what I said expressed my eternal love for Lady Elora very well or not, or even if it made to all who could hear. I spoke in confidence, but I felt only the warmth of Elora's hand in mine.</i><BR>
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Postby elora » Sat Oct 27, 2001 4:58 pm

<i>Her eyes widened, and she struggled to maintain some composure before those who had gathered. And yet, such an act was difficult for at Turin's words she felt her own heart expand beyond measure. She was unable to take her eyes from his, and they radiated what coursed through and beyond her at present. She felt a slight tremor of his hand about hers, matched by her own. The world dropped away to leave only Elora and Turin. Even the tangible presence of her brother was set aside.<BR><BR>Belatedly, she recalled that she still held flowers. She passed her roses to Eowyn, who was beaming at her, and caught Dark Magus' imperceptible nod, prompting her own vows. Elora took up Turin's left hand in her own, warm and strong in her grasp. As she spoke she looked deep into Turin's eyes. She was astounded to find that her words sounded steady to her own ears as she voiced her simple vow, as she had been certain her tongue would betray the way her heart skipped within her.</i><BR><BR>I take thee, Turin Turambar, to be my lord and husband. With free and unconstrained soul, I give you all I am and all I am to become. I give all that I have and all that shall come to be. Take my pledge of faith, honour, and love for the rest of my life. To you I will cleave, as your wife, as we walk our paths together. To you I will surrender all, for you alone have taught me what it means to love another. That gift, your love and your presence at my side, is more than I could have hoped for in times past. Now it is all that I long for in the time to come to us. Ever and always shall our love endure and triumph.<BR><BR><i>Elora paused then, drowning happily in dark eyes. She found that the words she had carefully shaped in preparation were replaced. Instead she simply spoke what she felt, knowing that little else could compare. She smiled up at Turin, their hands locked and steadying the other.</i>
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Postby Friend » Sat Oct 27, 2001 4:59 pm

After hearing the vows exchanged between Elora and Turin, Friend notice a solitary figure slowly walking away from the wedding. She quickly snaped her fingers, and appeared behind the man. "Hail dark knight! And what might your name be? And where do you think you are going? The party is just about to begin." Barad-dur swirled around, apparantly startled. "Why don't you come back? Nobody's going anywhere before they try my cake!"said Friend, and she extended her hand for a handshake.(I hope you reply Barad-dur.Nobody deserves to live in anonymous oblivion.)
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Postby RavenTinuviel » Sat Oct 27, 2001 5:01 pm

After the passing of the beautiful bride Elora Starsong, Raven's eyes filled with tears. She was a woman of the night and would never get married she thought. She was sitting in the back and excused herself past Saralai who had sat next to her. Raven was going to break down and she did not wish to interrupt the ceremony. Stepping out by the trees in the back, she could still hear the words spoken but she was out of sight. She did see a dark Knight turn away, and she stepped toward him,<BR><BR><i>"Sir Knight!"</i><BR><BR>He paused as she caught up to him. She said,<BR><BR><i>"Is it sadness at this happy occasion that takes you away? For you appear familiar to me, from a place far in my memory."</i><BR><BR>He looked at her though it was not who he was hoping to see, and Raven could see the deep sadness in his eyes as they met hers. <BR><BR>Turin was speaking now as they stood.
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