Formation of the Powers (For Members of The Powers of Arda and those who wish to join)

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Postby Istariquendi » Sat Apr 06, 2002 10:36 am

It has been many ages since the Valar have visited Arda. While they rest peacefully in Valinor, their influence in Middle-earth slowly fades. Now, the evil they have strived to suppress are now beginning to challenge their weak control over them. Soon, Arda will be overrun by the minions that Morgoth created long ago.<BR><BR>I, Istariquendi, am here now at Rivendell to gather those who believe they can become a new Power of Arda. For the world needs a set of New Valar in order to control the Darkness that threatens to overwhelm it. I beg of you to join me in this dire quest, lest the world be covered in darkness once again!<BR><BR>(OOC: Here's the thread I promised. I am thinking that this will be a way to award points in the Powers. Come to Rivendell to join our quest. You must show me what kind of powers you have according to your influence. Those of you who wish to join can go to the Powers of Arda thread. Here's the link:<BR><BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=37&threadid=36215">Powers of Arda Guild</a>
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Postby Friend » Sun Apr 07, 2002 7:53 am

{Ooc: Okay, I am absolutely <i>petrified</i> of going first, and I am not good at these things at all!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> But someone has to get the ball rolling, I suppose.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>Elanor looked down upon the valley of Rivendell, walking stick in hand, traveling pack slung over her shoulder next to her quiver and bow. The roaring of the waterfalls drowned out whatever thoughts she might have been having before. It had been long since she had last been in Rivendell among her kin. She started down the rocky path to the main buildings. As she walked down a cobbled path, out of the woods and nearer to the Last Homely House, she passed a man standing proudly, and speaking loudly. Something compelled Elanor to stop, and hear him out. </i><BR><BR>“Arda cannot be overrun! I will join you in your quest, Istariquendi.” <i> Elanor was almost as surprised by her words as the man seemed to be. Her? A Valar? And yet, why not? Many others had already passed Istari by without a second thought, and she had stopped to join him. That was something, wasn’t it? </i> “My name is Elanor,” <i>she said, extending her hand in greeting. <BR>
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Postby NenyaofDiadron » Sun Apr 07, 2002 11:55 pm

(OOC- So are we kinda starting over? And what are we gonna be doing? I guess I'll just enter for now, and figure that all out later...<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><BR><i>A tall blonde elf slowly trots upon a horse through the forests of Rivendell. The pounding hooves can be heard from a distance. The elf upon the horse was calm, riding with his eyes shut. Upon the trail, two figures stood before the elf. His horse stopped just before reaching them, and the elf opened his eyes expecting to find the two there.</i><BR><BR>"Aiya! I am Nenya, an elf of eldamar, to your cause I pledge my sword and the hands that wield it."<BR>
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Postby elora » Mon Apr 08, 2002 10:20 pm

(OOC: I'm in a flippant and irreverant frame of mind - so fair warning is given - sorry I'm late)<BR><BR><i>Elora knew she had to get to Rivendell. Problem was the Misty Mountains were on the way and she had business to take care of there first. Specifically, her business concerned a rock troll that had developed the unsportsmanlike habit of playing football with dwarf heads. It made a terrible racket, the mess was appalling, and he dwarves had sent a rather furious and desperate delegation to her. Dwarves were a canny race. They had chosen individuals who had the loudest, booming voices and drank the most ale. Elora was fond of her peace and her ale.<BR><BR>So even if she wasn't given to venturing to the mountains anyway, she would have done so simply to send the obstinate delegation home again. So she left with three missions, stated in order of importance. Replace the beer consumed by the dwarf delegation, get rid of the cave troll that had caused the entire debacle and get to Rivendell because apparently the game was afoot again. The Guardian had never really taken to retirement anyway. A steady diet of picking on the orcs stupid enough to come her way had quickly proved frustrating and boring. So she'd sharpened her arsenal of swords, daggers and arrows, and set forth.<BR><BR>She travelled as she usually did, by horse, clad in a metal and leather danceskin that invariably caused comment along the way, and with her brought a heavy, fur lined cloak. The mountains were horribly cold this time of year. It was going to work well. A bit of action, a trip to Rivendell where she could ruffle the elves' feathers up a bit and then home again with some more beer. A well crafted plan...<BR><BR>On an early spring morning a strange whistling sound could be heard in Rivendell. A loud boom had sounded in the distance, followed by another loud boom and then the whistling noise. The elves scratched their heads, not sure what it could be. It was certainly getting closer and louder. A far sighted elf exclaimed in excitement, her eyes picking out the oddest looking bird ever seen in flight. The others wouldn't believe her, but as the speck got closer, the elves got further excited. A new species of bird, although why it was a bird being completely devoid of feathers noone really asked at that time, all being carried away with their new discovery.<BR><BR>The far sighted elf again gave a cry of exclaimation, but not one of discovery. She waved her arms frantically, calling for everyone to clear the area, clear the area! It was happening again! What was happening again, everyone wanted to know, and someone commented that whistling had gotten very loud and really annoying. Soon all was revealed.<BR><BR>Flying through the air came the Guardian of Arda, again. The whistling was the sound of the air as it was punched through by Elora, the metal scales on the uper half of her battleskin creating an unearthly song. The Guardian was swearing too, profusely, because she hated it when this happened. Whistling and swearing stopped when the Guardian hit the earth, dirt grass and leaves spraying upwards in a large plume. The elves watched silently as the debris settled, because it was wise to be quiet when the Guardian was annoyed, and the elves were known to be a wise race.<BR><BR>With a groan, Elora got to her feet and emerged from the dust cloud, obviously out of sorts and still picking grass from her long copper braid that swung to her hips and brushing dust from the leather she wore. She hitched her swords and muttered.</i><BR><BR>Never cross a blade made by Aule with one made by Feanor. Happens every time. Damn me for an idiot. I've left my horse behind!<BR><BR><i>She looked up at the elves that gathered on the balcony and tried her best to appear cheerful.</i><BR><BR>Well met? Well, not particularly I suppose. That I'll grant you.<BR><BR>Does anyone know where Istariquendi is. I'm supposed to meet him here and I'm running late. Got held up with a troll in the Misties...<BR><BR>I don't suppose I've got time for a bath and a drink, by Eru could I go one of those...<BR><BR>Anyone? Alright then, I'll find him myself. Don't worry about the mess on the lawn, I'll fix that up as soon as I find Istariquendi.<BR><BR><i>Elora walked up the steps and disappeared into the Homely House. She wandered the halls and rooms, trying not to put too much dirt anywhere until someone pointed out that Istari was in the forest. She sighed and returned back out, passing the group of eleves again and this time walked into the forest. She found Istari where she thought she might, with two others she did not yet know.</i><BR><BR>Curses, shoulda had that bath first.<BR><BR>Hail Istariquendi. Sorry I'm late, a bit of a unexpected problem on the way. I amost landed on you! What's happening?<BR><BR><i>She smiled at the other two, who surveyed her dishlevelled and heavily armed state in a mixture of curiosity and dismay, and stuck a gloved hand out.</i><BR><BR>Elora Starsong, Guardian of Arda, Huntress of Evil at your service. Don't mind the gear, it's only for thralls of Melkor. You two should be fine. I don't normally get about armed to the teeth and wearing skin tight metal and leather, but the neighbourhood has gone to the dogs recently.<BR><BR><i>She grinned, hoping the others would be put at ease by her casual manner even if she looked odd. At over six foot, with two heavy and curved longswords crossed at her back, a quiver at one hip, long bow strong over the other shoulder and daggers at belt, boots and strapped to her legs, she cut an unusual appearance. The fact that her eyes swirled with every colour imaginable in a constant change of pattern, and she was Ainur, not Valar nor Maia but otherwise, didn't help her to blend in either.</i>
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Postby Friend » Tue Apr 09, 2002 6:18 am

<i> Elanor smiled widely, and took Elora’s extended hand, shaking it enthusiastically. She did her best to avoid staring at the swirl of color in the Guardian’s eyes, which quickly proved to be very difficult. </i><BR><BR>“Hello there, Elanor of Mirkwood at your service, then!” <i> she said. She had been quite surprised by Elora’s manner of entering Rivendell, but she quickly shook that off. </i> “I trust that we shall not be slashed to ribbons, so welcome, and glad to meet you, Elora!”<BR><BR>“And hello there, Nenya! No need for such formalities as this, well met, I say!” <i>She merrily seized his hand, and shook it furiously. The elf was never one for stiff formalities. Elanor stepped back, so that she could better view all three of her new companions. A rather serious elf, an elf lord upon a horse who didn’t watch where he was going, a women armed to the teeth and obviously well versed in the art of magic, and along with them was her, Elanor, an elf who stood barely 6 feet tall, was dressed in the traveling gear of a man with an elven robe thrown over it, and was carrying a bow and quiver, along with a knife. “This was going to be an interesting venture,” she thought with a grin. </i><BR><BR>“Pleased to meet all of you! Now, I don’t suppose that any of you would like a drink or some odd, would you?” <i>She gestured to the Homely House, and looked back at them with a hopeful smile. </i><BR>
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Postby arcados » Tue Apr 09, 2002 1:52 pm

<i>A rider is seen in the distance, moving fast. Arcados' cloak blends into its surroundings, but once he is in sight of the Last Homely House, the riding blur can be distinguished as a man. The man dismounts, and approaches Istariquendi, bowing.</i><BR><BR>Hail Istariquendi! It is me, Arcados, fellow Ringbearer and Mage of the Rings. When news had reached the North, I rode as fast as possible. It has been a long journey, but I come to you now, and I pledge my sword to you. <BR><BR><i>Arcados unsheathed his sword,</i> Aicanár<i>, and awaited his response.</i>
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Postby elora » Tue Apr 09, 2002 2:50 pm

Well met Elanor, and ulness you prove to be some fell creature of Melkor or Sauron or some other dark upstart then you shall not be carved into ribbons by I.<BR><BR>Sorry about the dirt on her hand... I landed hard this time...<BR><BR><i>Elora smiled apologetically, looking back to where she had met with the earth. She'd have to remember to fix that, as the elves took a dim view of leaving small craters in their gardens whether you were the Guardian of Arda or Gil-Galad or anyone else for that matter.<BR><BR>As Arcados joined them, Elora restrained her exuberant greeting until the initial meeting was over. She doubted the mage would appreciate being accosted by her when he was trying to remain on business. So she beamed a smile at him and kept her peace until Istari had spoken.</i>
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Postby elfetawen » Wed Apr 10, 2002 1:23 pm

"Are you sure that we're going the right way Hwesta?" Losse shouted into the wind. Around the dragon and her rider was a thick bank of clouds. "Can't we fly any lower? I'm getting soaked!"<BR><BR><"Of course we can fly lower,"> Hwesta replied, <"but then it would take us longer. And yes we are going in the right direction. Look ahead and to your right. See that bright spot? That's the sun. We're headed northeast, and we ought to be reaching Rivendell right.....Now!"> <BR><BR>Suddenly Hwesta went into a steep, spiraling dive. Losse clutched the harness with both hands and tightened her legs against the dragon's sides. Breaking out underneath the clouds, the sun dazzled the elf's eyes. When she could see again, Losse was treated to a spectacular view of the rolling hills, rushing rivers, and deep canyons of the wilderness. Going into the sixth turning, she saw the green jeweled vale of Imladris, its elven houses and halls sparkling in the sun.<BR><BR><"Look there, by the entrance to the vale. There is a group of elves and - A Gaurdian?! Well! This quest really IS important if this Istariquendi can bring out a gaurdian to help!"><BR><BR>Losse didn't have time to reply. Two more circles and Hwesta was backwinging into a landing not far from the group. Crouching down, the dragon allowed her elven friend to slide off. Straightening her blue-green flying leathers, Losse untied her pack from Hwesta's back. The dragon then shrunk to her normal seven foot length and padded alongside her friend as Losse made her way to the group while brushing the tiny braids out of her eyes.<BR><BR>"Mae Govannon a galu na pân! I am Lossefalme and this four-winged dragon is my friend, Hwesta. We have come to join your quest." Bowing her head to each person in turn Losse fell silent.
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Postby Istariquendi » Wed Apr 10, 2002 1:29 pm

(OOC: Sorry I haven't replied. Having less and less time for TORC nowadays!)<BR><BR>Istari saw before him the Mage of the Rings, Elanor a newly met friend, Nenya, one who he was still trying to figyre out, and Elora, the rather humorous Guardian of Arda. <BR><BR>"Welcome all!" He said. "I am glad to see you have made it to Rivendell, though the ways seem to be strange." He eyed Elora who was covered in dirt. He remembered well the strange bird-like creature that flew inches above his head. A little ways off there was a small crater of newly disturbed earth. He could not help but laugh at the memory.<BR><BR>"We shall wait till more arrive before I speak of our purpose!"
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Postby arcados » Wed Apr 10, 2002 1:52 pm

<i>As Elora beamed, it was an effort for Arcados not to smile. The Guardian had been known for her contagious smile. When Istari greeted, them, Arcados sheathed his sword and burst into a grin.</i>
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Postby arcados » Wed Apr 10, 2002 2:02 pm

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Postby elora » Wed Apr 10, 2002 3:19 pm

<i>Elora had shaken most of the dirt from her hair, although some would remain lodged in the intricate braid until it was undone, and brished most of it from her danceskin. Her gloves she had peeled off and stashed in her belt, and her face she thought was clear of dust, but Arcados was grinning so she thought that perhaps she had missed a spot.</i><BR><BR>It's rare good to see you here, Arcados. We haven't worked together for quite a while... What, my nose?<BR><BR><i>She rubbed at it, Arcados was still grinning and she was prevented from asking any further by her curiosity. A strange creature had appeared with four wings. She gazed at it, strongly inclined to near it to see just what manner of Yavanna's creature it may be, before she greeted Losse.</i><BR><BR>Hail Losse and your most curious companion. I must say that looks to be a far more comfortable way to travel. Crossing an Aule and Feanorean blade is always risky, particularly since the two don't see eye to eye anymore, but it's getting worse as time goes by.<BR><BR>Would you mind terribly if I took a closer look? I promise to be careful.
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Postby Darkmagus » Wed Apr 10, 2002 5:38 pm

<i>He arrived on foot, a lone pony following, loaded down with numerous chests and bags. His grey cloak swept back in the wind, as he began his descent into Imladris. The singing of the elves there met his ears, and a smile touched his lips at their fair voices. Calling out to them in their own tongue, he met them in the trees, and walked with them as he descended into the valley. <BR><BR>When he reached the great doors, they opened at a word and a gesture. Leaving the elves, who gladly temded to the pony, he strode through the halls of Rivendell to an inner courtyard, and up to the circle of people meeting there.</i><BR><BR>"Hail, my friends! Well met, and blessings to all. I fear i was delayed in my coming here. I had meant to do so sooner, and greet you all as you arrived, but there was a... matter, I had need of dealing with."<BR><BR><i>Glancing around at the people gathered, he smiled and leaned upon his staff.</i>
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Postby elora » Wed Apr 10, 2002 6:25 pm

<i>Elora caught the note to Dark Magus' voice. </i><BR><BR>Hail, Dark Magus and old friend. I trust the matter that you attended has been put to rest, and you are well.<BR><BR><i>He looked a little tired to her, and she held his gaze as she smiled.</i><BR><BR>I am well pleased to know you join us.
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Postby elfetawen » Wed Apr 10, 2002 8:35 pm

(ooc: Sorry for taking so long. I had to get groceries.)<BR><BR><"Of course I don't mind!"> Hwesta chirped at Elora, who looked at the dragon in surprise. Hwesta grinned up at the Gaurdian's surprised expression. <"What? Don't dragons talk where you come from?"> She winked cheekily and grinned again. Suddenly she was smaller! The now three foot long dragon hopped into the air and settled on Losse's now-outstretched arm.<BR><BR>"She loves doing that to people," Losse said to Elora. Hwesta grinned at her elven friend and stretched her wings, all four of them, to full extention, then shook her head, rattling the six horns that swept backwards from the crown of her skull. The sunlight shimmered off her blue-purple hide and silver horns and claws. Hwesta's electric blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached her tail up and swatted at Losse's braids.<BR><BR>"Show off!" Losse said, grinning down at her friend.
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Postby elora » Wed Apr 10, 2002 8:42 pm

<i>Elora grinned.</i><BR><BR>Dragon protocol does vary widely from land to land. As to where I'm from...<BR><BR><i>She thought about the Void, and the fact that the only thing in it was the Flame Imperishable. Then she thought about Valinor - definately no dragons there.</i><BR><BR>I think I can safely say that no, dragons don't do that where I come from. Although, I do know of a certain water dragon, which you rather remind me of if I may be so bold as to say it.<BR><BR><i>On further thought, Merry would have drenched everybody by now being a water dragon. There there was one remarkable difference at least.</i><BR><BR>I'm pleased to meet you Hwesta.
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Postby arcados » Thu Apr 11, 2002 2:20 pm

It's a pleasure to see you again, Dark Magus, my fellow Mage! <BR><BR><i>Shaking his hand, he noticed Hwesta's approach. With a flourish of his cloak, Arcados' bow was fit for any kingdom hall.</i><BR><BR>Greetings and a pleasure to meet you also. Have you travelled long?
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Postby Istariquendi » Thu Apr 11, 2002 2:33 pm

"Hail Darkmagus and Losse!" Istari exclaimed. He smiled at Hwesta who was now shrinking and then jumped upon Losse's shoulder. As he looked upon DM he saw a weariness in his eyes. In fact, those about him all were weary from travels. <BR><BR>"Forgive me! But you all must be weary! Shall you rest and be refreshed ere we speak of our errands?"
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Postby elfetawen » Thu Apr 11, 2002 2:59 pm

"Mmmm. As long as there's food involved. I can eat and listen at the same time, but a bit of time to change into dry clothes would be nice." Losse smiled at Istari for his thoughtfullness. <BR><BR>Hwesta, hearing "food", turned her head. The elves were renouned for thier cooking, at least where she was from. Shaking her head a bit she turned back to Arcados.<BR><BR><"Actually we were in the southern mountains. We'd just finished a hunt when we heard about this quest. Losse and I have just been wandering around for the last couple of seasons, exploring some of the further corners of Middle Earth. The Sea of Rhun has very good fishing, and the mountains out there are small but well stocked with game.">
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Postby arcados » Thu Apr 11, 2002 3:13 pm

<i>Arcados nods his head to Hwesta.</i><BR><BR>Middle-Earth has a lot to offer. We must not take for granted the luxury of being able to explore it unharmed. Be weary, always; evil is never too far from peace.
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Postby Istariquendi » Thu Apr 11, 2002 3:35 pm

"That is true, for now." Istari said. "Yet I fear that evil shall take the roads all too soon and their paths be beset with danger. Glad I am that no evil befell you on your journey here, for now evil tarries." He shook his head and then put a smile on his grave face.<BR><BR>"But let us not speak of these things until we are blessed with a full stomach and clean cloth about us! We have all too much time to be weary with journey! Take what rest you can find."
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Postby elora » Thu Apr 11, 2002 3:47 pm

Yes, food and a bath, and a drink! By Eru I could go one of those.<BR><BR><i>Elora looked back over to her landing site and sighed.</i><BR><BR>I really should see to that first, I suppose... I'll see you all a little later, dirt free I promise.<BR><BR><i>She smiled, bowed Valinorean fashion and head back over the the crater. A group of rather unimpressed elves had gathered, arms crossed as they waited for her to fix what she broke. Elora scratched her head as she looked about.</i><BR><BR>This is going to take some time. I suppose you'll want this fixed now.<BR><BR><i>The elves were impassive.</i><BR><BR>Alright then.<BR><BR><i>Elora sat in the dirt, pressed her hands to it and closed her eyes. She reached for the Flame and called upon Yavanna to help her out a little. Yavanna wasn't particularly pleased with her either, so Elora was left to her own devices. It was dark by the time she had finished. The crater had to be re-filled, layer upon layer of the soil structure replaced. The grass had to be replaced as well, tiny forms of life, but in such multitude that it was time consuming and wearing. In the early evening though, when she got to her feet, it was done.<BR><BR>Elora stretched aching muscles, disappeared into the house and sank into a much wanted and needed bath.</i>
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Postby elfetawen » Thu Apr 11, 2002 4:08 pm

Losse and Hwesta bowed to Istari first, then each of the others in turn. Hoisting her pack over her shoulder, Losse walked to the grand entry where she was met by an elf who showed her to her chambers. Striping off her soaked leathers she sank into the steaming water that had been scented with ginger and lime. She soaped her hair and dunked her head under the water to rinse the sudds out. Wringing the water out of her hair she stepped out of the tub and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around herself.<BR><BR>"The tub's all yours Hwesta," she said to the Krysalpiren, who was lounging by the fire. Quick as a flash, the seven foot long dragon was in the tub, lolling in the still hot water. Shaking her head in amusement, Losse went into the adjoining room and pulled a black, silk shirt and a pair of flowing, black trousers out of her bag. Her leathers had been taken to be washed but her boots were sitting in front of the fire to dry. <BR><BR>After dressing, Losse saw that there was still time to relax. Taking a book out of her bag, she settled into a large armchair and opened to the marked page, halfway into the volume.
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Postby TinuvielUndomiel » Thu Apr 11, 2002 4:58 pm

<i>As everyone was turning in for the night, two dark riders appeared at the gates of the Last Homely House. In furtive whispers they conversed, their elven cloaks shimmering in the empty moon's feeble light. Quickly, they were admitted inside and their horses were stabled. </i><BR><BR><i>Looking around, the dark figures revealed their faces to a flickering fire that burned nearby. Whispering in her native language, Tinu spoke to Lurea. Elanor was still up and had heard the commotion, so she walked into the room where the two whispered.</i>
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Postby elora » Thu Apr 11, 2002 5:21 pm

<i>Elora emerged from the bath dirt free and better resembling what she should look like as Guardian of Arda. What that was is difficult to say, for she was not elven nor mortal. When her hair had dried, she left the copper curls out. She walked to the Great Library without her swords, although a few daggers were to hand at need. The indigo velvet of her gown was unadorned, with the exception of silver stiching depicting the Flame Imperishable that shimmered over her heart and flowed around the hem of her skirts.<BR><BR>The Great Library was quiet, and it was one of Elora's favourite rooms. She smiled, breathing in the scent of old books and parchment, before she quietly closed the doors behind her. Through the tall shelves she walked until she had found what she searched for. She retrieved the tome, found a fire that burnt strong enough on the hearth to read by and settled down on the carpets, content to wait until the others were called together. Elora had spent many hours engaged so, pouring through texts by the fire in the Great Library, and it was one of the joys of Rivendell. The firelight danced over the page and her dress and the only sound was of the wood spitting or a page turning.<i>
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Postby Friend » Thu Apr 11, 2002 8:29 pm

<i>Elanor stepped out of the washing room, hair still damp from her bath. The events of the day had been… interesting… to say the least. She still could not believe that she had volunteered for such a quest… she hardly ever did anything of the sort, was never one for adventures. Her new companions were definitely an assorted bunch, and she looked forward to getting to know them better. <BR><BR>It seemed that most had already gone off to bed. Elanor was something of a night owl, though she knew she would have to rest soon. As she stepped lightly down the hall, her keen ears picked up a commotion in one of the rooms. Curious, she peered in.<BR><BR>There she saw two figures, the hoods of their traveling cloaks pushed back. Elanor stepped inside the room. </i><BR><BR>“Hello there!” <i> she called. The two glanced up abruptly; they had not heard her come in. </i> “Hello. My name is Elanor. May I ask who you are?”<BR><BR>
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Postby TinuvielUndomiel » Fri Apr 12, 2002 1:58 pm

<i>The whispering abruptly stopped and Tinu turned toward the sound of Elanor's voice.</i><BR><BR>Greetings, my friend. Lurea and I have come to Imladris in answer to Istari's call. Where are the room accomodations? We are exhausted in our ride from the realm of RaumoVaiwa and desire only rest at this moment.
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Postby Friend » Fri Apr 12, 2002 4:41 pm

“Welcome, Lurea, and, I believe I heard the name ‘Tinu’?” <i>Elanor smiled, and stepped closer.</i><BR><BR>“I believe I saw an open room a few doors down from here, I think it is large enough. Come, I’ll show you to it.” <BR><BR><i>She turned swiftly, and strode out the door, and knew that the two travelers were following her by the sound of their footsteps. She held aloft a candle that she had been carrying, and its light flickered off the glass frames that hung upon the walls, casting strange shadows all about the hall. Elanor held up her other hand, quietly counting to herself how many doors they passed. </i><BR><BR>“Ah! Here we are!” <i> she said, stopping suddenly. The elf pushed open the door to the room, and stepped aside. </i><BR><BR>“Rest well, Tinu and Lurea. I look forward to speaking with you tomorrow.”<BR><BR><i> With that, she left them at the room, heading further down the hall. She was not yet tired, and decided to wait until her hair was completely dry before turning in for the night. <BR><BR>As she passed the Great Library, she heard a crackling of flame, and a faint rustling of paper. Curious, she peered in, and found Elora sitting in a chair and reading a book. Not wishing to disturb her, Elanor quickly pulled her head from the room, and continued swiftly on. A small ways down, she found a couch pressed up against the wall, overlooking a window with a wonderful view of one of the many waterfalls in Rivendell. Here she sat, humming softly to herself, waiting for her hair to dry, and thinking.</i><BR> <BR>
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Postby elora » Fri Apr 12, 2002 4:53 pm

<i>As she had so many times before, Elora never left the Great Library to seek wither food nor her bed. Instead, she read by the fire until her head was too heavy to hold up and then she read lying down until the book was too heavy to lift. Soon, Elora was deeply asleep, sprawled on the cushions by the hearth, with a book still open resting on her stomach.</i>
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Postby Darkmagus » Fri Apr 12, 2002 5:20 pm

<i>The Magus entered the library silently, and smiled as he saw the Guardian asleep, her hand still resting upon an open book. Looking at the words on the page he chuckled softly, and went to the shelves in search of yet another tome. Finding it, he sat by the fires, took out his pipe, and began to pour over the Rumilian texts...</i>
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