The Inn Of The West-A Fine Establishment in Minas Tirith

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Postby Eriu » Wed Jul 10, 2002 10:52 pm

The Gates of the White City loom before friend and enemy alike, and the tower of guard stands high as guards gaze over the Fields of Pellenor like hawks on the hunt. Their helms shine in the light of the sun on a clear day with skies bluer than blue. <BR> The white city is like a pearl gleaming this day, the white against blue, the banner of the stewards flying (before Elessar perhaps.....) high and the city on constant guard from Mordor. <BR><BR> Within this great city, should you be admitted beyond the impenetrable gates (besides the Nazgul lord but that is to be looked over for story purposes...) are small taverns and markets that are never spoken of, for they are for locals usually. Any guests are housed in the main halls.<BR> You will hear the sounds of a city as you walk down the street in the early morning sunshine. Dogs barking, children laughing and playing. Merchants yelling out the latest price on fresh meat or tomatos. The marching of soldiers now and again, laughing and gossiping of the women. Birds chiriping in the trees and rooftops of the great city. Twas all a lovely scene to behold, and the people of Minas Tirith were fairly friendly, however only to familer faces.<BR><BR> Should you be so lucky, you would wander about, gazing at the local wares, but the gem of the city, the place that most foreigners and locals go, would be <i>The Inn of The West</i>. A fine establishment, perhaps the finest, not the fanciest, but the most friendly, oldest, and well known.<BR> It was just off the main road, and its wooden sign hung in the shape of a sword, written in beautiful script. The sign itself, as old as the business. Painted silver and White with black writing, it seemed to beckon one toward its thick doors....<BR> Even the front of the inn was well kept, with flowerboxes and a place for drinking and eating outside, a hitching post in the side ally for one's mount. <BR><BR> As you walked in, the heavy door would move most lightly and close quietly. The place was like all of Minas Tirith, of white walls and fine workmanship. <BR> A bar of smooth dark wood lay against the front wall, while it went to the back with tables and chairs to the corner and in the center a great hearth. Two narrow tall windows side by side let in shafts of sunlight at all times of the day. Most times a fire was lit in that rock fireplace, keeping the place perfumed with woodsmoke, ale and wine. To the other side was the stairway, leading up to many rooms.<BR> <BR> This fine establishment had any drink one might desire, and room for the night at a desireable price. Not terribly expensive, but not cheap either. So if one wishes to stay at the Inn Of The West, one better have coin to pay for it.
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Postby Eriu » Wed Jul 10, 2002 11:07 pm

Within the fine establishment, were two barmaids. Sisters no less, and yet one would never see two more different than Gwydre and Kelemon. <BR> <i>"Why do I have to do all the lifting?"</i> Whined Kelemon as she nearly dropped a box of bottles of wine. The other rolled her eyes, but succeeded in dropping her own box and cracked two bottles of wine. Kelemon, the younger of the two, grinned liked a mischevious child and laughed. The older, Gwydre, pouted and began emitting foul curses at her sister and the wine.<BR><BR> The two sister's were of Gondorian and Rohan descent. Their father, a Gondor soldier, and their mother a lady of Rohan. This business had been their grandfather's and now he had retired, yet stopped by now and again to check upon them. Their mother was in Rohan with her own family and friends at the time, and their father still lieutenant to the guard.<BR> These two, close in age, yet almost twins, both had long dark hair, and bright blue eyes. Gwydre's skin was as pale and smooth as milk, yet Kelemon's was more tanned and callused. Obviously, one was the lady, and the other a lady who was not so flower-like.<BR><BR><BR> <i>"Clumbsy!"</i> Yelled Gwydre as Kelemon tripped over a chair leg. The younger, with her eyes full of fire came at her sister,<BR> <i>"Thats it, I'm sick of you calling me, incompetent and clumbsy and man-like!"</i> She cried and ran after Gwydre who shrieked running through the inn knowing her sister would tann her hide, for Kelemon was a tough stout hearted woman. <BR> As one entered the inn, they saw the slightly shorter woman in pursuit of another. Gwydre was shrieking like an orc and Kelemon was growling like a Warg.<BR> <i>"LET..........me......GO!"</i> Said Gwydre now in grasp of her stronger sister. <i>"AAAAAAHHH AHHHH that hurts, STOpp itttttt..."</i> SHe whined and KElemon yelled,<BR> <i>"SAY IT!"</i> And Gwydre screamed never ever ever, and finally broke under the stretching of her arm,<BR> <i>"YOU ARE NOT CLUMBSY! and you are competent of what you have been asked to do, and you are not man-like! You are the strongest and smartest of us too!"</i> Kelemon let go and pushed her away laughing, Gwydre rubbed her arm and smirked slightly and regretted aggravating her younger sister's hot temper, but she couldn't help herself sometimes....<BR><BR> <i>"Oh....hello..."</i> Said Gwydre, smiling, appearing like a star in the morning. As one looked to Kelemon, she grinned rather than smiled and nodded,<BR> <i>"Hello.....can we help you?"</i> The two tones differed as well, Gwydre's, higher, and clearer, while Kelemon's lower, and more relaxed, laid back. Certainly two interesting young ladies.
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Postby Wandering_Wood_Elf » Thu Jul 11, 2002 7:46 am

Arien left her modest home in Minas Tirith and entered the market to consort with the merchants to find herself a new dagger as hers was old and getting rusty. She had money, quite a lot for a woman living alone, she liked to live simply and was not one to be ripped off. She saw a man eyeing her and turned smiling at him. He was a merchant, but just like she didnt want anyone to take advantage of her she wouldnt take advantage of them, unless they deserved it. This man was kindly though merely gazing at her goddess like beauty with her flowing gold hair and elegant white dress with draping sleeves, clearly expensive, but she walked barefoot for she liked the feel of the cobblestone path beneath her feet. He looked to her as if to say "i know i could never have you but you cant blame me for looking". Arien smiled, she would make his day. She approached him and asked politely "Pardon me sir, but do you sell daggers among your weaponry?" He answered blushing a bit "Yes m'lady but if you dont mind me asking what would a pretty lass like yourself need with a dagger?" Arien answered "I need to protect myself and I am already skilled with the bow for hunting." She consorted with him for a while and after some consideration purchased a new sword of elven make that was not so broad as the ones of drawven orgin. She put it in its sheath and hung it from its belt around her waist under her waist pouch. She went up to road and entered the Inn of the West. She liked speaking with the travelers and could do with a pint.
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Postby Eriu » Thu Jul 11, 2002 2:08 pm

The two ladies smiled to Arien as she entered. Gwydre wiped down the bar, and Kelemon went back to the back to bring out more wine, since Gwydre was being difficult about the entire situation.<BR> <i>"Arien! "</i> Exclaimed Gwydre as her eyes adjusted to the well lit inn from the dark storeroom. She now recongnized her,<BR> <i>"What can I get you friend?"</i> Gwydre, Kelemon, and Arien were aquainted fairly well, and she came in often to share in the news and drink.<BR> Kelemon came from the storeroom and she blinked too, adjusting her blue eyes and saw Arien but gasped, dropped the box of wine and strode over looking at her new blade.<BR> <i>"Its so beautiful! Did you haggle with the dealer down the street?! How much did you pay? If I find out you paid to much I'll go show him not to rip you off..."</i> Kelemon was a go-to-gal, but Gwydre piped up,<BR> <i>"Yes, it is lovely Arien, nice choice..."</i> She smiled <i>"However, Kel.....I think Arien is quite intelligent and can fend for herself....."</i> Kelemon turned and stormed back to the storeroom, and began muttering to herself.<BR><BR> <i>"Why does she always "save me"......why am I always the dumb one? Just because I try to help out?! This is ridiculous, I'm just about ready to get of this business......maybe I can get father to let me into the guard. Least I could put my skills to use. Or maybe Rohan,t hey are a little more to my liking......"</i> SHe took deep breaths to calm herself and then brought up the last box of wine and stocked it. For a few minutes Gwydre had been speaking with Arien and serving the soldiers of the night watch's meal. <BR><BR><BR> <b>"Hey Gwydre, come away with me my lady!"</b> Called Gareth, an old childhood friend who grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. Gwydre screamed softly and promptly jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head. As he was not wearing his silver helm which sat on the table beside him, the blow was terrible and he stood there dazed with his fellows laughing. He blinked his own gray eyes and grinned as she had a brow raised and smirked. <BR> <i> I believe Gareth that you have been on the nightwatch far too long.....your mind is as porridge! Come now,e at, and sleep, and come back when your mind is as sharp as your sword. Then you shall find me as attractive as an orc."</i> Gareth laughed and swallowed his eggs,<BR> <b>"Ah, speak you lies Gwydre, you are as lovely as the flowers in the morning."</b> Gwydre though waited til Kelemon went upstairs to tend to the rooms, and asked,<BR> <i>"And my dear sister?"</i> Gareth thought for a moment, Kelemon had taken a liking to Gareth, yet the man was almost oblivious.<BR> <b>"She is as beautiful as you, yet she holds a different captiavation for a man. I admire her tough as mithril qualities, yet it is not what I desire in a woman to be my wife. She is like the shining off of a blade, rather than the beauty of a flower....."</b> Gwydre furrowed her brows thinking, for did this mean that he liked her better? Or did it mean he liked Kelemon better, for she knew that her sister was stronger than she.
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Postby Wandering_Wood_Elf » Thu Jul 11, 2002 3:34 pm

ooc: Hey what time period did you set this inn? Arien goes down to the inn for news and conversation and i want to have some idea on what news she would be hearing <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Arien smiled at the two sisters, who she spoke to often in her visits. She enjoyed their company but sometimes when they fought with one another it was tiresome. She went behind the bar and helped herself to a pint. She figured they wouldnt mind as they were busy at the moment. She sat down in a chair at a table of men talking about the recent news in the area.
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Postby Eriu » Thu Jul 11, 2002 9:53 pm

(( OOC: Well.....lemme think on it a tad...before Elessar re-united the kingdom...))<BR><BR> Arien sat having a pint, and listened in to the talk of the soldiers. They were little more than pigs, some of them. Table manners were a mysterious thing and fair language an enigma. They cursed and chewed with their mouth's open, twas quite disgusting. <BR> Those that were more refined, stared at them and wondered how they could be friends with such a barbarian. Gareth was one of those who was a fine gentleman. Handsome and true. He had jet black hair, and gray eyes, a strong jaw and chin, and a nose slightly bent from being broken several times. His eyes were like that to a fierce animal, yet a deep gentleness moved through them, especially toward Gwydre, whom he watched at all times as she worked.<BR><BR> One of the soldiers, called Duncan finished his food and sipped his morning drink and quietly spoke,<BR> <b>"Did ye hear about the rumours spoken in the main halls? Denethor says Mordor is stirring again....."</b> All of them blinked and gasped,<BR> <b>"MORDOR?!"</b> Cried a smaller fellow who was promptly shut up by Gareth, who looked around suspiciously. That name of that land was not to be spoken lightly. Gareth furrowed his thick brows and kept his deep but soft voice low,<BR> <b>"The nameless one stirs? Or is t his petty rumors by the washing women?!"</b> Duncan shook his head,<BR> <b>"Nay my friend, I heard it from the lips of Denethor himself. The two boys, Boromir and Faramir fear as well, for they cannot even hold a sword yet. Young Boromir however shows great potential...."</b> Gareth rolled his eyes and shook his head side to side,<BR> <b>"Nay, I favor Faramir, he is the cooler of the two, he is more reasonable, and wise in my eyes, even though he be only 9 years old. Boromir is 12, is becoming hot with the stallion blood and ready to stomp about and show his pride. At least Faramir might still keep his head and heart together as he comes into manhood."</b> The small fellow, abashed by his outburst piped up,<BR> <b>"I just hope Minas Tirith doesn't fall before they reach manhood. We could use a couple of good warriors out there......."</b> Just then, Kelemon nestled between Duncan and Gareth. She grinned her grin and stole a piece of bacon off of Gareth's trencher. Chewing it she spoke,<BR> <i>"I couldn't help but overhear your rumour boys, forget Boromir and Faramir,t hey are too young, and will be for some time, it is our generation that must prepare and save Minas Tirith!"</i> And then she grabbed Ducan's glass and took a sip. Duncan smirked, grabbed Kelemon and rubbed the top of her head mussing up her hair.<BR> <b>"Ahhh your so darlin' when you try to be tough Kel!"</b> Another childhood friend, only such a man would dare do that to her. She though, upon being released jumped upon Duncan's back and for many minutes they struggled in playful wrestling, which Duncan,e ventually one, having done this before, however Kel gave him a run for his money.<BR> <i>"So, what would we do? Hang around here til the end of Middle-earth Duncan, Gareth? That's ridiculous, I'll grab a sword and run by myself straight to Mordor if I have to!"</i> There was such a fire of determination in her blue eyes that even Duncan The Dark-eyed was moved, and that was rare.<BR> <b>"Ah, a fine lass you are, but ye would do best to stay here in the inn, where you are safe...."</b> With a flourish of his hand he brushed her hair out of her face and helped her up. <BR> Kelemon was calmed, but still felt a vehement flame burning within her.<BR><BR> <i>"I won't give up! Duncan! You think I'm like Gwydre?! By Eru no! Not at all......I can hold my own, I saw you afraid as I had almost pinned you..."</i> She smirked and he began chuckling,<BR> <b>"Ahhh yes......ALMOST Kel.....and no, you are not like Gwydre, you are a unique young woman I must say, but we fear for all men, women and children. Women and children though,t heir safety is of a greater importance than we men. Twas only out of concern."</b> His lookw as soft and grave, his dark hair fell into his handsome face. Kel smiled softly, feeling defeated,<BR> <i>"Ahh.....I thankyou, but I just assume be fighting by the side of Gareth, you and Mouse...."</i> Duncan smiled thoughtfully as she turned and walked away back to Gwydre and Arien who had been watching.<BR> <i>"I may be young, but I am NOT weak, and I shall never give up til my soul is out of this world. I will fight even then..."</i>
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Postby Kyrillion » Fri Jul 12, 2002 5:11 am

Kyrillion walked into the bar. Having worked in a proftiable organisation in the last few years, he could now afford to splash out a little in bar's such as this.<BR>He walked over to the bar, and addressing two girls, he assumed were sisters and in charge asked for a pint of ale.
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Postby Eriu » Fri Jul 12, 2002 9:31 am

Gwydre looked to Kyrillion and smiled wide,<BR> <i>"Good day sir, welcome The Inn Of The West! What can I get you? A pint? Comin' right up.."</i> She turned and took out a fine wooden and stone mug and filled it up with a deep dark golden brew from a barrel. It was good and cold, for it has just come up from the storeroom below. She smiled as she handed it to him,<BR> <i>"Ale is 2 gold coins, or 4 silver, or 6 copper....."</i> She looked to him in question as to his payment of the matter, obviously the place was flexible, yet equal in payment. If one only had silver, or copper, that was fine, as long as they had enough to pay, however, what the man didn't know is if one didn't have enough, more than not often did they pay for the man's drink. Let him take advantage of the houses's richness, as long as it was only two or three drinks at best. No drunkards abusing the kindness of the house. <BR><BR> Kelemon took the pint and placed it before Kyrillion and grinned, obviously the woman was interested in a strangers face. She had one herself, and took a deep drink. It tasted deep strong and quite good. Best ale in Minas Tirith for sure. It was brewed out on the family farm from their own crops. This was the reason for their family being influencial. They were rich, however, still had a sense of rustic charm to them, for the two sisters were dressed in common barmaid attire, save for Kel, who was dressed in brown pants, and a long dark blue tunic. <BR> <i>"So, whats your name stranger? You look familar, do you live here in MInas Tirith, or visited before?"</i> Kel wasn't flirting with him, not at all, she didn't even know the meaning of the word. Her tone was simply of one desiring a few answers. She took another drink of her ale, and looked over at Duncan, who was watching her. Grinning, she looked over at Gwydre, who was looking away and Kel burped loudly. All the men looked over and most of them cheered, Duncan was laughing, took a deep drink and then belched, louder than Kelemon. Then, even Gareth couldn't help but chuckle softly, yet was secretly disgusted. <BR> <i>"Ah you have no bested me yet....."</i> Kel took another drink, and belched again, this time louder than before, and when Duncan tried again, he could not contend.<BR> <b>"Aye, my fair fine belching woman, you have bested me at this."</b> Kel laughed,<BR> <i>"Just wait for the day when I best you in combat...."</i> Duncan rolled his dark brown eyes in his head and shook it side to side.<BR> <b>"Ye are a funny lass to be sure my dear..."</b> And her turned back to his ale with a chuckle.
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Postby Kyrillion » Fri Jul 12, 2002 9:45 am

Kyrillion jined in with the laughter. having payed gor his pint with gold, he took a deep mouthful of the brew.<BR><b>My name is Kyrillion</b> he said over the din<BR><b>But everyone calls me Ky. I often travel through here, and like to sample the local life by visiting the different inns.</b><BR>Indeed, it looked as if Ky had been travelling a long way. Although reasonably well off, his trousers and tunic looked well worn, and the leather of his boots stained from travel. However, his vast cloak was the deepest of blues with tiny embroidered stiching round the hems, in a bright green. The silver clasp was shined and glinted at his neck, as did the elaborate yet worn sword hanging from his belt. A stange charm/amulet hung around his neck, carved from bone, hanging off a soft leather thong.<BR><b>I am greatful to rest and drink your fine ale. Indeed, this brew is most impressive. </b>
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Postby InnocentEvil » Fri Jul 12, 2002 1:50 pm

Eriu, I commend you on the quality work you're attempting here and the time you're putting into your posts. Sadly, your threadmates do not seem to share the same zeal and this thread is in serious danger of a lockdown.<BR><BR>I would encourage all of you who are enjoying this story to take a look at Eriu's posts and try to put more of the thought and time into your's that she has w/ her's. Writing quality collaborative stories is not easy and it is not something that happens fast. Please make an effort to keep your thread by showing some initiative and putting quality and time into your posts.
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Postby Anriel Mendereth » Fri Jul 12, 2002 3:19 pm

It was quite late when Grigori entered the inn. He had been on a late watch on the outer wall, and needed a good drink before retiring for the night. He took off his helmet, and removed the band from his hair, shaking it loose to fall down his back. A couple of other soldiers who followed him grinned as the thick brown mane fell down to his waist, and Grigori rolled his eyes. The length of his hair was often subject to light mocking in the barracks, but he wasn't too bothered. Shaking his head at the two who quickly gave him their orders, he went over to the darker of the two waitresses and ordered three ales from her. <BR><BR>It took her a while to get her attention as she seemed to be rather engaged with a few other soldiers. Grigori recognised them, but not knowing them intimately, did no more than nod politley as the waitress handed him the drinks. He couldn't help but notice how attractive she was, and wondered how he had not seen her before. He had been to this inn many a time after his watch, and did not remember her.<BR><BR>Shruggung off the strange feeling that had suddenly appeared in his gut, he returned to the table and joined in the chatter of his two friends. However, his gaze returned again and again to the waitress as she laughed with the others.
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Postby Eriu » Fri Jul 12, 2002 10:53 pm

((OOC :AAAAAAAAAAAAaarrrrrrrrrrrrr <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0> *Sulks* Yes, Innocent Evil, I have a lot of passion in my writing, however, if you have watched me at all, some nights are better than others. I try my best at all times,a nd yet, I never get any of the good loyal posters, I have lost all my best posters <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0> Sorry, I run out of time and now I depressed, I can't help it.....I wish Kaia would come back on TORC....Innocent evil, try not to lock this one til the dead end? ))
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Postby Wandering_Wood_Elf » Sat Jul 13, 2002 8:35 am

ooc: Soory InnocentEvil! I admit my posting on this thread probably hasnt been my best. I will try to be better!<BR><BR>Arien was startled at the news of Mordor stirring again. How could that be? From all the news she has heard there was no talk at all about Mordor rising again. She was silent for a while as the group went on to lighter topics, but when she spoke it was with a firm resolve.<BR> <b>" I am with Kel on this. If Mordor is rising perhaps I can get some more use out of this sword than i thought. I know all you....gentleman frown on a lady going to war, but look around you! Many of our soldiers are retired or still in training! We can not send a bunch of boys and old men out to war! If only that plague hadnt wiped out so many of our good men! Minas Tirith is at its weakest. How could we possibly go to war or even defend ourselves?</b><BR>The men looked up at her some of them nodding their heads in a resigned agreement, some angry at her stating a weakness in Minas Tirith, and some of them simply shocked at the recent seriousness in their conversation.<BR> A man stood up a little drunk but with his wits. He shook a finger at Arien. <b>"Now look here lass. We cant be sending off women to war! What will the rest of middle earth think if we put the skills of women over our boys? At least theyve had some training! Then you come in here in your pretty little dress wearing some fancy sword pretending you know how to use it!"</b><BR>Arien glared at him <b>"Of course we cant send all the women off to war! And yes some have not been trained. Some of us have. Dont look to surprised . There is a lot more to me than you think. While you men go off on the battlefront or out to get drunk or whatever it is you do to get out of the house many women come to me for lessons in sword and bow to prepare for times such as this and to protect themselves. We are not blind to what goes on here. And if you dont beleive me than I'll prove it to you!" </b> She stood and looked to each of the men surprised at the quiet woman's sudden anger. She sat down slowly and was quiet for a moment. <BR><b>"Forgive me. I am speaking out of love for this city and only wish to defend it. I used to be content to see the men do the fighting for me. But that was before I met Daran my husband. He was a rare man who beleived that women should be able to protect themselves and told me that he would not marry a woman who was not equal to him in combat. He refused to have that sort of authority over me....so he trained me and we later got married. He died later in the plauge which is when I began to train other women.... Excuse me"</b><BR>There were tears in Arien's stormy gray eyes. She ordered another ale and wiped her tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. Her cheeks burned crimson from losing her dignity and crying in front of the soldiers, just when she tried to prove herself to be strong.
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Postby Eriu » Sat Jul 13, 2002 9:25 am

Kel looked to Grigori and grinned, giving him his ale. She though, turned her attention back to her sisters and the famlier soldiers. Somehow, she too had never seen him, though she had been in Minas Tirith for a greater part of her life. Rohan was another place she hailed from, having had her mother born and bred there. Her mother was there even now, visiting her family. <BR> <i>"'Ello there sir, what be your name? I never seen you here before, or if I did, I was too busy? Interesting hair, strangely, it is longer than my own..."</i> She laughed softly and Grigori looked to her hair, which was dark brown, and about to her mid-back at best. He smiled and answered her, and Kel actually stayed put for more than 2 seconds.<BR><BR> Gwydre on the other hand had been talking with Arien and when she stood up and began speaking with zest about defending Minas Tirith, Kelemon spoke up,<BR> <i>"YA Arien! Your my hero woman!"</i> And some of the men laughed as Kel walked over and picked up Arien squeezing her in a slight jest. Arien laughed upon her release and spoke briefly, but strongly on this subject. <BR> Kelemon shot a gaze at Duncan, Gareth and Mouse, as if to say, <i>"I told you so, women aren't defenseless!."</i> She took another drink of the good brew of the house and looked to Kyrillion with a grin, hoping he was listening in as well. Suddenly, Kel jumped up on a table, and shouted,<BR> <i>"DOWN WITH MORDOR! UP WITH GONDOR!"</i> She said it with such energy and fury that all the soldiers stood up realizing a small sword of hers was drawn and she had a look of a hungry wolf,r eady for the hunt.<BR> <i>"DOWN WITH MORDOR!"</i> Shouted Arien after her, <BR> <i>"UP WITH GONDOR!"</i> Shouted Gwydre smiling. Soon, all of the inn was cheering those words.<BR>
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Postby Anriel Mendereth » Sat Jul 13, 2002 1:00 pm

Grigori smiled at the woman's jest, and his gaze never elftr ehr as she went back to the other table. His two friends were engaged in a discussion about a dice game the previous evening, and Grigori began to listen to the other conversations in the room. The one the waitress was heavily involved in interested him greatly. Women going to war. An interesting prospect. The idea stirred a memory in him, and a face appeared in his thought, a face very much like his own, maybe browner, with harsher features. His twin brother, Furiaz. Grigori sighed. They had not parted on the best of terms.<BR>He glanced over to the table where the crowd had started cheering and wondered if there was truth in the rumour of war. Perhaps he should visit Furiaz before there was chance of it breaking out. He had been due leave for a long time, but could not bear to tear himself away from his duties. But now, if war did indeed come upon the city, he may not have another chance.<BR>Grigori turned to his friends and explained his idea to them. They were enthusiastic for him to folow it through.<BR>"'Bout time you took a holiday mate," one of them remarked. The other just grinned and nodded. Thensar was a man of little words, but Grigori knew he would be supportive.<BR>Leaving a few coins on the table, along with a larger than average tip for the attractive waitress, Grigori headed out of the inn. He took one last look at it before turning the corner of the street. It was the last night of comfort he could expect for at least ten days as he journeyed to the family homestead in the north of Rohan. With a last longing look at the light streaming from the windows, he turned and headed for his commander's house. It was not yet too late to beg leave from him.
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Postby Beregitt » Sat Jul 13, 2002 6:21 pm

Beregitt paced down the street, along the pathway to the familiar inn. Her boots left slight marks in the dust, ground by horse hooves and cart wheels. She strode briskly past a group of young children being rounded inside a cottage by their mother. Only a nerve in her brain stopped her with a jerk. She turned her head slowly and in the puddle of light spilled onto the dusty road she saw the shadow of a happy child being tickled. Shrieks of soft laughter and giggles flooded the silent air. Exhaling and shaking her head to clear away troubling thoughts she continued forward along the path, towards her destination, The Inn of the West. Upon sight of it, a smile broke across her face. She trotted the last few steps, legs moving freely in leggings instead of in a skirt.<BR><BR>She breathed in deeply, the smell of tea an inviting one. Confidently, she pushed open the door, and the last patriotic cries of 'UP GONDOR, DOWN MORDOR!' hit her ear drums harshley after the relative quiet of the streets. However, the words brought a smile to her lips. Glancing back out into the streets, she noticed a figure she must have passed on the way in. She returned her gaze to the inside of the inn quickly, though, and let the door swing shut. Walking up to the bar, several of the other usual patrons rasied a languid and friendly hand. She nodded back. A young man of about twenty eight near the end of the bar called out and motioned with his arm for her. She rolled her eyes and grudgingly took the seat next to him. <BR><BR>"Where's my brother?" She didn't wait for him to say a word.<BR>"He said he'd be late."<BR>"Some excuse that is. Why is he late?"<BR>"Oh, his shop..."<BR>"Owen, he owns a forge. Don't tell me he's working this late. he usually closes at five!"<BR>"Well, don't blame me..."<BR>"Owen, be quiet." She slouched in her seat. Owen sighed and leaned against the bar. He shot a glance at Beregitt, who's genetically aquired green eyes had gone stormy and brooding. Comraderly, he slapped her on her shoulder. She glanced up at him and smiled briefly.<BR>"What'll you have, Owen.? Drinks are on me."<BR>"Tea." Beregitt found the kindess to smile again at Owen and hailed a barmaid, ordering two teas.
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Postby Eriu » Sat Jul 13, 2002 10:38 pm

<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR> The whole inn was cheering those words of zeal and zest, the waves of energy of the words moving through the area, but amid the chaotic shouts, Gwydre moved to where Owen and Beregitt sat, and brought them their tea.<BR> <i>"How goes the night for ye two?"</i> She asked between the shouts. <BR> Kelemon was talking loudly and indeed, with a great sense of urgency and power,<BR> <i>"LIsten up! We must do our best, we must not let our city fall, whatever comes, we must take it. If it be the Dark Lord, let him come, I will look into his burning eyes and show him what I'm made of. I will not back down! You let you know, men, your commander,that even the women of MInas Tirith, are willing to fight if need be. We shall all work together! ALL FOR ONE! ONE FOR ALL! DOWN WITH MORDOR, UP WITH GONDOR!"</i> And all shouted after her, then the shouts died down, as everyone chattered and muttered to one another in the early afternoon. The soldiers finished their breakfast and paid Gwydre with a fine tip. She smiled upon their leaving with Gareth nearly running into the door for he was looking so softly at her. He simply grinned stupidly and walked out.<BR><BR> Suddenly, the door opened to let in a figure, who seemed to bring a chill with him. As cold as ice was his gaze, his eyes were a soft light blue, yet were rimmed in shadows. <BR> <i>"Gwydre, Kelemon, daughters of the House Of Wydan The Fearless. Truely Kelemon, I do see his spirit alive in you...."</i> The man's voice spoke, chilling Kelemon to the bone. Gwydre was obviously put off as well by this man's presence. Who was he? Arien perhaps had seen him before, for she lived here. Beregritt too might know. <BR> <i>"Gorchan......a pleasure sir, anything we can get for you?'</i> Asked Gwydre as Kelemon stared warily at him. He smiled a crooked smile, it seemed an illusion to a cold hate that brewed in his heart, and a desire. Kel ran upstairs to her quarters feeling somehow violated, yet she knew not how.<BR> <i>"Yes........"</i> He answered looking slowly back to Gwydre with the beautiful, but dark and cold eyes. <i>"There is, one, a glass of red wine, two......"</i> And the man, whom was called Gorchan, spoke slowly as if choosing his words carefully, <i>"What is all this shouting, I....could hear it from the street........down with Mordor? Whatever for? There is nothing to be down about! Mordor.......is in a sleep, perhaps forever.....we need not worry about them..."</i> Gwydre seemed a bit testy, for she disliked what this man said, it seemed he almost favored MOrdor at times,<BR> <i>"I would beg to differ..."</i> Replied Gwydre quickly, and with a lower tone than usual of adamant force. <i>"Awen would be to differ, you know she is never wrong...."</i> Gorchan's face, handsome as could be, thin and pale, but again colder than ice turned to hate, yet his voice kept it hidden,<BR> <i>"Awenyddion!"</i> He hissed through his teeth. <i>"She is a child, she has no power over anything. It is only by sheer luck and fate that she recieves those visions, and they should not be relied on!"</i> Gwydre looked at him with a look of steel, he smiled softly and back down, deciding to end the argument here and now.<BR> <i>"Now, my most beautiful lady, would you get my my wine.......please?"</i> And Gwydre hastily poured him a goblet of wine. He held it up in a toast and the woman never took her eyes off of him. <BR><BR> Upon draining it, he put it down with a gold and looked to all before looking to the ladies,<BR> <i>"Good day.....bright blessings to you...."</i> The words seemed more a curse than a blessing or wish of goodness. Kelemon finally came down and she looked as if she was struggling with something within herself,<BR> <i>"Are you alright?"</i> Asked her sister who made her sit down. <BR> <i>"Yes, yes....I'm alright, thankyou Gwydre..."</i> Kelemon held herself, as if she was cold.<BR> Arien looked to Gwydre,<BR> <i>"Awen?"</i> And Gwydre nodded, Kelemon's blue eyes widened,<BR> <i>"Awen.....is that were these rumours were coming from?"</i> Gwydre nodded again and spoke,<BR> <i>"I heard the news, not from the horses mouth, however, I do know for a fact that Awen is always at the root of these things now. Gorchan, disreguard anything that man says to you, he is a creepy crawler, a spider that is slowly weaving a web of deceit....mark my words, he will betray us, you need not a seer to know this..."</i> And she cast a cold glance of her own at the door where he had gone.<BR> <i>"Anything else I can get you?"</i> Asked Gwydre to Beregritt and Owen. She smiled, but one could tell behind the bright blue eyes of both barmaids, they were deeply troubled.<BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Jul 14, 2002 12:59 am

Halasían had ridden to Minas Tirith from Rohan to visit with his old friend Denethor, but he would have to wat to gain entrance to the Stewards hall. He wished also to see the boys again as surely they grew up much from the yearling Faramir and the walkabout Boromir. And to see the Lady Findulas again! It had been a glorious day when Denethor married Findulas, and ever the sea sang to them. But she seemed darkened when they moved to Minas Tirith.It was when Halasían was last here, when Denethor became Steward.<BR><BR>He had sent his horse to the city stables, and he walked about the city now. He saw the usual Inn he stayed at... the White Tree Inn, but for some reason he went to another Inn, the West, and he walked in its fine doors. Standing there before the doors, he looked around and saw the City guards and regulars there, along with local folk and some nice ladies. Halasí stepped over to the bar and ordered an ale.<BR><BR><i>'Hey, how about some of the good ale this house has?'</i> <BR><BR>he asked the bartender, and he looked about more while the ale was being tapped.
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Postby Beregitt » Sun Jul 14, 2002 11:58 am

Owen skook his head, and Beregitt thanked Gwydre and responded likewise. She shivered tp think of that man.. Gorchan had been his name. Had it not been for her extreme dislike of common brawls she would have shoved a fist in his stomache... at least she thought she would... Owen, too, was deep in thought. Who was this Gorchan? Some loathsome creature, no doubt. His grip on the tea cup tightened and a small amount of the tea sloshed him on his shirt. He ground his jaw and glanced at Beregitt. She had that same, brooding, quietness in her eyes. <BR><BR>"Not <i>everything's</i> down with Mordor." She spoke softly, yet resentfully. He leaned over and looked at her, sensing strong unrest and nervousness.<BR><BR>"Since when do you listen to anyone but yourself?" He asked quite soberly. Still he couldn't help grinning a little. She raised her head and gave him one of those looks that he quite couldn't figure, with her eyebrows raised and jaw set.<BR><BR>"Snce when have you washed your hair?" Owen clearly hadn't expected that, becasue he opened his mouth as if to say something, then changed his mind. But Beregitt's sense of humor didn't ever last long, and she went back to her brooding stare and sipping tea. Who was this Gorchan?
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Postby Eriu » Mon Jul 15, 2002 1:08 pm

Gwydre smiled to Halasian as he walked in and ordered an ale. Her brows went up in thought, looking him over, for he looked an important man somehow beneath the traveling garb.<BR> <i>"Greetings and welcome to The Inn Of The West, my good sir? STrange, I don't believe I have seen or met you before, who are you and from where do you come?"</i> She said as she filled up his mug with ale and set it before him.<BR> <BR> Kelemon glared at the door, as if to burn it down, and then caught Beregritt's gaze and for a brief moment, the woman sipping her tea could see the fear in Kel's eyes. That seemed impossible with how rowdy she had been with the men. It seemed she feared that man, for some strange reason, yet she would not tell. Only by those bright blue eyes, could one draw a half of an answer. <BR> The younger of the two sisters sat in thought, quietly, while the other talked with Halasian, for Gwydre was always interested in travlers. Especially if they had come by Rohan, so she may know of her mother and that side of the family. She smiled, and spoke nicely, yet appeared naive in a way. Gwydre was but only 20, and Kel, only 17. So young, yet conditions perhaps might alter those two mindframes.<BR><BR><BR> Gorchan had left the inn, with a glare in those shadow edged eyes,<BR> <i>"Fools! Gwydre knows not what she speaks of. And that Kelemon, grows more beautiful every day, too bad circumstances were not different....."</i> He smirked in such a way, it sent shivers throughout the area. What did he mean though? <BR> He strode down to the stables and got his horse, whom he called Morelen, and jumped upon her. A steed as black as night was the mount, and they took off down the road and through each gate, til he came to the main gate. Simply stated that he was traveling out to hunt and would be back within 3 days, they open the gates slightly and then closed them behind him.<BR> Morelen and Gorchan flew over the plains, far and wide, til he reached Fangorn Forest. Figures upon their own horses waited for him, his hunting party. Yes, and no.....<BR> <i>"YOUR LATE!"</i> One hissed coldly, <i>"We have been waiting all morning..."</i> He scowled,<BR> <i>"I was busy, I am doing something on the side..."</i> He regretfully said, and the leader stepped forward,<BR> <i>"And what is this, something on the side?"</i> His gaze pierced Gorchan and he laughed coldly, <i>"Ah........a woman? You are strange Gorchan....you've been gone for so long, why would you desire such a petty thing?"</i> Gorchan's brows furrowed and he glared,<BR> <i>"I shall do as I want at the moment. Too long has it been since I have felt the desire for a woman. For years I have watched her. I shall have her, in the end......"</i><BR><BR> They all regarded him in careful glances, not liking a loose cannon they could not control so well as they thought. Again the leader spoke,<BR> <i>"We shall do as planned, right? We shall go back to Barad-dur and gather the legions to attack?"</i> Gorchan raised his brows,<BR> <i>"Ah.....no....I have a better idea....."</i> They seemed shocked, yet they listened as Gorchan spoke on the plan as the sun went down.
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Jul 15, 2002 4:29 pm

<i>'Thanks for the welcome and ale miss.'</i><BR><BR>Halasían took the ale and listened to the bar talk. If they only knew what they idly chattered about. He turned and saw that Gwydre was still leaning about the bar, hoping he would be friendly. and so Halasían, thinking on what she asked, said,<BR><BR><i>'Well, I come from Rohan where the king's sister Theodwyn is being courted by the Marshall Éomund, and the foals of the year are strong and plentiful. And I dont think you have seen me about here, for I usually go to the White Tree Inn when in Minas Tirith. So wjat brings a young miss as you into the Inn business?'</i><BR><BR>He looked her face over and more as she leaned on the bar, and her smile raised the corners of her mouth.
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Postby Eriu » Mon Jul 15, 2002 5:29 pm

<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR> Gwydre nodded, but indeed, was persistant with her look of questioning. She was curious of people, knowing what and where they came from. When he spoke he came from Rohan, her eyes widened and she smiled,<BR> <i>"Ahh......my good sir, my mother is of Rohan. She goes by Lady Zelda (don't even.....I like the name..), tis a strange name, but my father loves her dearly. As we speak, she is in Rohan, at Edoras visiting with her family for a couple of months. Every night father comes in here and in his eyes you can see his heart aches for her. We miss her as well......and as for this business, it was my grandfather's, who was a warrior somewhat, but preferred this work. He handed the business over to us, but is still alive today living on the upper side of Minas Tirith here..."</i> She smiled softly and seemed a tad glum, but then she spoke again,<BR> <i>"So everything in Rohan is fine? No attacks by the Southern or Eastern peoples? There has been rumour of the nameless land going around have you heard of it or know anything? Aye, just be on your guard...."</i> <BR> <b>"Who is your father?"</b> He asked, and Gwydre smiled,<BR> <i>"Sergon, Lieutenant of the Guard!"</i> She stated proudly, and what reason she had to be proud, he was a decorated, and well-respected warrior among the people of Gondor. <BR><BR> <b>"So you are of Rohan and Gondor both? I have not heard or seen you."</b> Halasian stated. Gwydre laughed softly once again and looked to Kelemon,<BR> <i>"Well, yes, but we reside here in Gondor with our father more than ROhan, however, we do pay visits there in the summer and fall mostly........I regretfully say I have never seen you before sir..." </i> He simply smiled and took another sip,<BR> <b>"What is your name?"</b> He asked and she obliged,<BR> <i>"I am Gwydre daughter of Sergon, son of Sergus, Son of Wydan the Fearless!"</i> She bowed slightly and Halasian seemed amused by her proud demenor,<BR> <i>"So whats your name, good sir? You appear to be a ranger, are you not? Or are you of the Rohirrim?"</i><BR><BR>Far away, over the mountains, the dark tower was being rebuilt, and instead of calling the legions of orc away from their duties, they had decided to take matters into their own hands, they were putting their plans into action.......
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Jul 15, 2002 6:32 pm

<i>Ah yes... I am a Ranger in the service of the Dunedain of the North.'</i><BR><BR>He drank more of his ale and continued,<BR><BR><i>'I an Halasían of the line of Halvarís of old, Guardsman to King Arvedui of Arnor, and Sian, daughter ot the Chieftan of the Lossoth. Many a generation has passed since then, and the line remains unbroken father to son. It is a pleasure to meet you Gwydre.'</i><BR><BR>Halasían looked about and he finished his ale. He set the mug down, and he looked Gwydre in the eye as he brushed back his long dark locks. His grey eyes dove deep into hers and he said,<BR><BR><i>'Listen Gwydre, I have to go meet with the Steward, but I will be back if indeed you are here. Do you work all hours or do you have time to yourself?'</i><BR><BR>Hanasían stood to go, estimating it would be time to get allowed into the upper levels of the city.
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Postby ~Kyria~ » Mon Jul 15, 2002 9:18 pm

((OOC: Eriu! So glad to be back, its me, Kaia. Must take this opportunity to write Kaia (whos real name was always Kyria) into the RP, i must commend you on your efforts here. I have such a strong admiration for your writing style. Too much time wasted, here we go...))<BR><BR>The late evening darkness crept forth to envelope the White City, smothering the last remnants of afternoon sunlight and cooling the fresh city air. Kyria breathed deeply, relishing in the crisp cleanliness of Minas Tirith. It had seemed an age, even in her young years, since the half-elf had entered its majestic walls.<BR>And indeed, the city seemed yet unchanged. The same homely atmosphere of women attending their housework, young children absorbed in games of 'chasey', men both young and old tending to animals or bartering amongst the market stalls. And there were the soldiers, a constant reminder of the darker forces threatening such a city, their solemnity and strength emitted from their very forms as they marched the streets and eagerly stood watch at various areas of the establishment.<BR><BR>Kyria's reminiscent thoughts were abruptly quenched as she was shoved awkwardly sideways by the large bulk of a sturdy man being thrown into her lean form. She clenched her jaw in distaste and swung around to confront the clumsy being, only to crease her fine brow in curiousity at seeing a nights watchman bantering around so openly with a few of his companions. The man seemed unabashed, but his friend stood forth, a serious, handsome being with raven-black hair and bright grey-blue eyes.<BR><i>" I apologise for our behaviour, m'lady. Twas' a rowdy night tonight in yonder inn, and it would do my friend here some good to allow himself a full nights sleep."</i><BR>Kyria nodded slowly in acceptance of his apology, fixing him in her piercing deep-green gaze, before bidding them a polite 'good eve' and turning her attentions to the inn he had pointed out.<BR><BR><b>The Inn of the West</b>. The name was written gracefully upon a sword-shaped hanging, and seemed inviting to all who may pass by. It was a wonder Kyria could not remember such an establishment. She pulled her thick, aspen-brown tresses into a loose braid to keep the fronds from her face, and decidedly entered the heavy wooden doors.<BR>Perhaps too decidedly.<BR>The force of the opening door rudely thrust an unsuspecting barmaid aside, resulting in the spillage of the ale she was serving. Kyria bit her lip in something of embarrassment and humour... it seemed many a person was being shoved about today. Another barmaid off to the left seemed to be smirking at the plight of the other. The dark hair of both and the shared bright blue eyes suggested the two were of sisterkin. Kyria addressed the barmaid she had assailed, whos skin was as fair as her own was tanned.<BR><b>"M'lady, please accept my apologies. Seems I was all too eager to enter your fine establishment. Allow me to help you clean this up."</b><BR>The barmaid assessed Kyria up and down; a tan, long-limbed creature with wild, sunstreaked tresses of brown, dark-green eyes and a strange silver fleck within the left. Her bedraggled clothing suggested her a traveller. Other than a slender, elven long-bow at her back, no other signs of combat were visible upon her. Although nothing majestic to look at, the somewhat untamed youth seemed to exude a strong-willed yet quiet confidence in her demeaner. The barmaid's beautiful face creased into a welcoming smile.
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Postby Eriu » Mon Jul 15, 2002 10:59 pm

Gwydre listened to Halasian and smiled,<BR> <i>"Dunedain? My goodness, but you come from a line I am not so famliar with sir...."</i> Suddenly someone called her away for an ale, for Kelemon sat and was talking with one of the soldiers. Night was approaching and the door opened to admit Kyria/Kaia (?) who slammed the door into her and Gwydre fell over with ale flying.<BR> <i>"AHHHH YES finally!"</i> Shouted Kel laughing. Gwydre glared at Kel, but smiled faintly up at Kyria who helped her up and pick up the mess,<BR> <i>"Tis alright friend, as long as ye don't kill me I shall not hold a grudge......."</i> She laughed and walked back to the bar upon Halasian and his departure,<BR> <i>"Aye Halasian, I shall be here until midnight, after all, we must sleep! Take care and come back soon!"</i> She smiled and looked to Kyria as the door slammed shut,<BR> <i>"So what can I get you?"</i> Asked Gwydre. Kel looked to her and nodded regarding her respectfully,<BR> <i>"A half elf?"</i> Said Kel.<BR> <b>"How did you know?"</b> Asked Kyria/Kaia, slightly surprised, for she could have passed for a true elf. Kel nodded,<BR> <i>"Just a look, and a way you carry yourself, I've seen it before once. In a young young half-elf who calls herself Fortune, taught by the Wanderer, Eriu! Surely you know of her? Everyone knows of Eriu at least. If you don't you've been living under a rock!"</i> She laughed and sipped her own mug of ale.<BR><BR> ((Evil-stuff still brewing, lets just get sommore people and keep it quiet til I think it COMPLETELY through its like.....85% ready...))
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Postby ~Kyria~ » Mon Jul 15, 2002 11:29 pm

Kyria righted herself from the floor where she had been helping the innmaid, and swung around to face the darker of the two, Kelemon. The very mention of the she-elf Eriu had her flustered. It had been a few scant years since she had last seen the wise older elf, but the impression the elder had had upon Kyria was not to be taken lightly.<BR>She nimbly removed her weather-beaten travelling cloak from her lithe form and seated herself beside the bar, eager to engage in conversation about the happenings of the area, and her old aquaintence, Eriu.<BR><i>"Yes, I have had the honour of aquainting myself with the wise Eriu - her knowledge and power goes well beyond that i've seen in any of these regions and beyond... she has always been an inspiration to me; a saviour if you will, she has shared knowledge with me that i could not hope to learn anywhere else...."</i><BR>Her voice trailed off, almost as if lost in reminiscant memories of old. The strong voice of Kel brought her back to reality.<BR><b>"Aha, so it seems you have not been under a 'rock' as it were. Good to have you with us. And what of you, half-elf? Where are you from? What is your purpose in these realms?"</b><BR>It became suddenly apparent to her that she had not introduced herself properly. Others in the inn were taking some notice in what she had to say, save for a man and women who remained deep in conversation close to the low-burning fire.<BR><i>"I am Kyria Tarin-Syn'quillien, wanderer of the realms. My business here is naught - I simply longed to reaquaint myself with a friend, Tristynn, of whom I have not seen these past moons. However it seems he has moved on once more for I have no located him... it was just outside that I happened upon this inn after bumping into some buffoons...."</i> At this mention, Kyria's sharp intuition caught notice of a warm inward grin from Kel. Wondering at it, she searched the strong innmaid with her deep dark-green eyes, and continued.<BR><i>"...so I suppose it is my common purpose at the moment to hear of rumours of the area, anything that is causing unrest within the realms. This seems as good a place as any to start."</i> As she spoke, Kyria's tan hand reached compulsively for the silver Myrmidon jewel on an elven chain welded around her neck. Perhaps she did hold some other purpose, but it would remain unspoken at this time.
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Postby Hobbit_Twins » Tue Jul 16, 2002 10:58 pm

A small, petite young woman walked in though the door. Long silver ringlet cascaded down her back and to the middle of her knee-lenght red skirt. The skirt was pushed up by dozens of frilly slips and her white, short-sleave bodis reveiled that she was much older then she at first apeared. The way that she walked and looked around that room with a smile on her red lips and in her bright green eyes made it aparent that she was a gypsy or a dancer. She walked up to the bar, bells on one of her ankels jingling with every other step of her bare feet. Sitting down, she asked for some tea from a barmaid. She looked around and saw the soilders not far off. <BR><BR>'Oh no.' She thought, her eyes flickering to a startled white. 'Relax Ariem. They have nothing on you any more.'She thought sothingly. Still fighting the desire to run she looked at a painting on the wall. 'Old habbits die hard, don't they?' She glanced back and saw that they were all looking at her. <BR><BR>'Well of corse they would look at you.' She scoled herself. 'You did make a big enterce and you are wearing this.' She pluked on the hem of her skirt. Men usualy looked at her when she passed by. She did have a striking aperance; silver hair, color-changing eyes, perfect features, not a bad body either. 'Relax.' <BR><BR>Just then the barmaid came back with her tea. She paid the woman and forcfully turned her back on the soilders.<BR><BR>(OOC I hope you don't mind me barging in. Great stuff, I'm really impressed.)
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Postby Eriu » Thu Jul 18, 2002 1:45 pm

((OOC: heh heh Ty, and you don't have to see the OOC, but it is helpful somewhat.....))<BR> <BR> <i>"It is a pleasure to meet you....Kyria"</i> Said Gwydre with a smile, and Kel glanced over with a soft smile, <i>"I am called Gwydre, and thats Kelemon, my younger sister..."</i><BR> Kel and Gwydre listened to Kyria and smiled, the two were friendly, but Kel still hid a sense of fear in those bright blue sapphire eyes. It appeared Gorchan's presence had rattled her nerves somewhat, and now she was pouring herself a shot of whiskey and she toasted to nobody in particular and shot it to the back of her throat. A low groan came from her, and a few deep breaths and then silence.<BR> <i>"Kel, take it easy...."</i> Stated Gwydre, voicing her concern at her sister. Kel turned and scowled darkly at her, and it was obvious that she wasn't going to listen to wise words of her sister. The older of the two shook her head and looked to Kyria,<BR> <i>"Ahhhhh, yes Eriu, she is older than old. She was before Minas Tirith. Eriu has even told us of Gondolin, and Belegost, and the enemy's kingdoms, Angbad, and Angmar. She is really amazing, I like her, shes so down to earth, even though, she is older than anything else I've ever see in Middle-earth, and one of the original Eldar. Even the Kings of Gondor bowed to her, but she said it was ridiculous......"</i> And suddenly Kel piped up,<BR> <i>"IT IS RIDICULOUS! Why would you bow to someone who isn't even royalty? I don't even believe in bowing to royalty, other than in respect for the person......"</i> It was obvious, Kelemon was a tad intoxicated, but her speech was still clear. Gwydre rolled her eyes and looked to Kyria,<BR> <i>"So, at least we have that in common......now Tristynn? Hmmmn......would he call himself Tynn?"</i> Kyria nodded and smiled, Kel turned,<BR> <i>"Ahh......he is one of keeps at the stables, however, he has helped us out here a night or two, and helps out just about everywhere here. If there is need for extra watch, he'll help."</i> Kel seemed to speak fondly of him,<BR> <i>"He is like......a cousin, er brother.....er somethin' like that...."</i> The woman appeared quite sleepy, and was waning in her concious efforts to stay awake and talk properly.<BR><BR> As Ariem came in, Gwydre looked up in surprise, but smiled. She knew the woman, as long as she didn't try robbing them, like she had when she was younger. Kelemon shot her a glare, and the guards watched her suspiciously. Kryia looked to the woman in curiousity, and obviously, she was a little more than what she appeared. The men's glances were more than suspicious at times, but it seemed the woman did not mind,<BR> <i>"What can I get you?"</i> Asked Gwydre. Ariem asked for tea, and Gwydre obliged, having just made a fresh pot. She smiled though, giving the woman a second chance, hoping she made a decent living now, but Kel still eyed her with a hot glance. <BR> Now the door opened to admit a new figure, not of Gorchan, but a powerful presence. All looked to her as she entered, but just behind her, a famlier face, who smiled wide seeing her old friend, Kyria. <BR> <i>"Go on...."</i> She said and took the woman's hand and they both walked in. Just behind them too, was Gareth, Duncan, and Mouse on their break for dinner. Gwydre smiled, Kel did too and now the inn was more alive with the sounds of people.
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Postby Snowdog » Sat Jul 20, 2002 2:47 pm

Denethor came through the doorway of the Stewards Palace and smiled as he shook his old friend Halasían's hand. <BR><BR><i>"It is good to see you again my friend! It has been too long between visits! How is Forcwyn?"<BR><BR>'Forcwyn the last I was in Rohan is well. Yes my friend it has been too long between visits.'</i><BR><BR>Young Boromir charged out with a wooden sword in hand and started to spar with Halasían, and with determined moves Halasían dodged the young warriors moves. With a laigh he tore off back inside. <BR><BR><i>"You be quiet now Boromir! Your brother is sleeping!"</i> Denether said to him as he disappeared. He then turned to Halasían as they walked about the outer concourse and said,<BR><BR><i>"Things are ill at ease. The shadow of the east has darkened this fair city and ..."</i><BR><BR>The fair lady Findulas was standing and watching as ever southward, and she did not acnowledge their presence at first. Hanasían said softly,<BR><BR><i>'m'Lady, it is good to see you again!'</i><BR><BR>She turned and a slight smile came across her face ever so briefly.<BR><BR><i>"Halasían, welcome!"</i><BR><BR>She reached out a hand and Halasían took it and kissed it lightly before she joined Denethor at his side. Her face was lined with care, and a shadow was upon her. Halasian remembered the bright, beautiful, and happy young lady who wed Denethor only 11 years before. But now it seemed that the shadow that was upon her when they attended the funeral of Ecthelion II had ahold of her. But she smiled as they rode into Minas Tirith for Denethor's coronation of Stewardship shortly thereafter. but before Halasían left Minas Tirith then, he noted and remembered the words she spoke to him, and she ever held to Faramir the youngest. Yes, she had withered, and she kissed Denethor and curtsied to Halasían as she thought she heard Faramir awaken. Halasían turned to Denethor and said,<BR><BR><i>'Your wife appears ill. Maybe some time in Dol Amroth would do her well?'</i><BR><BR>Denethor shook his head at Halasíans advice, and instead spoke of something he wished Halasían to do.<BR><BR><i>"My friend, I will attend to my family and their needs, but I ask you to go to Ithilien and there establish the Rangers of Ithilien? Many of the best captains of Gondor hailed once from there before it became too dangerous to live there, but we need to renew our vigilence upon the enemy there. Will you do this for me?"</i><BR><BR>Halasían thought a moment, and nodded he would. Denethor and he went in for some wine, and he gave further instruction. Halasian left late and wondered of the men he was to take with him. He headed out of the palace and would make for the Inn of the West for the night.
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Postby Eriu » Sat Jul 20, 2002 10:17 pm

The woman held tightly to the other, then one saw the reason. She was blind. Supporting her, the other slowly let go of her, easing her down into a chair. Gwydre and Kel smiled,<BR> <i>"ERIU!"</i> They exclaimed with great joy and a touch of reverence. The one called Eriu smiled pushing back her pale golden hair, and with a flash of her ancient eyes one could tell she knew these two,<BR> <i>"My goodness you two, you have grown! You are so tall and fair, I bet the young men have been looking at you with tender eyes?"</i> She laughed and glanced over to Gareth and Duncan who were grinning. Duncan couldn't help but laugh,<BR> <i>"Aye, I agree with you Eriu! It is so odd......you know, you haven't aged a day since we saw you last!"</i> A smile crossed the old elf woman's face,a nd yet the face did not appear old, yet in the likeness ofa 25 year old woman. <BR> <i>"Ah, but I have a few more scars young one, and tis true, its been a good 10 years since I set foot in the White City, yet that is nothing to me you know. Some are lucky to ever see me again in their lifetime. I come here because I felt a growing threat, that Awen here has confirmed....."</i> <BR><BR> Kel and Gwydre stiffened, knowing now the rumours were true. This woman, blind perked at her name and looked over at Eriu. She spoke, slowly, as if choosing her words carefully, and the voice was filled with a certain antiquity in itself, older than she was, she looked, but a child. <BR> <i>"Yes.....it is coming."</i> The sightless green-gray eyes seemed troubled and her lip trembled heavy with worry. Her long brown hair was drawn back in a braid, and she seemed even now to be searching the confines of her dark prison.<BR> <i>"Who?.....What?"</i> Asked Kel, rising, and kneeling at her feet. Without even a thought or warning, Awen reached out and took her hand smiling,<BR> <i>"Ahhhhhh, Wydan the Fearless! Worry not Kelemon, Daughter of Sergon, Son of Sergus, Son of Wydan! You shall prevail in all evil you attempt to conquer and topple. A strong spirit of fire I sense from you......"</i> Kel seemed a tad shocked by the knowledge but she was intrigued,<BR> <i>"How did.......then you know I..."</i> And Awen broke her off,<BR> <i>"Want to go to war, you want to fight, you want to make a difference. YOu may be female, but I know the tales of Wydan, you are as him. IF he were to take form again, it would be in you. Trust in your heart,a nd you will not fail."</i> Kel smiled softly and kissed Awen's hand before stepping back and feeling rather like she had been searched. Somehow though, she felt better. <BR><BR> Gwydre smiled, knowing she was not like Kelemon, she would not go to the wars, she did not desire it. There was nothing she could do, except perhaps bring water to the men, which she would do, if there was need, but no fighting. <BR> <i>"Can I get you two anything?"</i> She asked. Eriu smiled,<BR> <i>"A nice warm mead, have you any?"</i> Gwydre nodded and Eriu nodded and then looked to Awen,<BR> <i>"Ah.....I will have some tea."</i> The barmaid nodded and brought Awen some tea and then brought Eriu her mead. With a few coins Gwydre went back to her post and the two talked in quiet whispers, in fact, not even in Common Tongue, but rather in Quenya or Sindarin, like quick flowing waters. <BR> The whole inn was listening, yet they could not understand. Elvish language was like music to them. Gareth came by and sat beside Eriu and Awen,<BR> <i>"So, it has been awhile, My Lady Eriu, My Lady Awen.....how doth you?"</i><BR> <i>"I am fine at the moment, yourself Gareth?"</i> And he smiled and nodded. Awen said nothing but smiled and reached out stroking the young man's cheek,<BR> <i>"Mmmmmmmmmn hmmmmmn. You are handsome and true, the most gallant of all warriors. I fear for you, you must listen to that heart of yours. The road is dark and long Gareth, find your light. The woman you desire, is perhaps not the one who loves you the most...."</i> Gareth furrowed his brows, leaned forward and whispered,<BR> <i>"I love Gwydre, there is no other...."</i> But the seer's eyebrow went up and she glanced over at Kel, though she could not see, somehow she knew. Gareth gasped and seemed shocked, for he was oblivious to the entire issue.<BR> <i>"NAY! Not Kel, she is fair, and wild, like some untameable mare. She is not what I look for. She cannot love me, when her sister loves me too."</i> Awen smiled softly,<BR> <i>"But Gwydre wont' be out there on the front lines with you...."</i> Gareth shook his head,<BR> <i>"That is why I love Gwydre, she knows that I love her too much to let harm come to her..."</i> And Awen replied quickly,<BR> <i>"And Kel loves you too much to let harm come to you, so beware which light you look to when things grow dark. Kel has two others that hold her in their gaze long. She is a light, a beautiful light, that is not upon her exterior, yet shines through her eyes, voice and actions."</i><BR> <i>"Duncan?"</i> Asked Gareth raising his brows. Awen simply nodded, and Gareth could not think of the other. It seemed Awen got a chill and held her cloak close,<BR> <i>"Beware of Gorchan.....he has haunted her steps since she came back to MInas Tirith....."</i> Gareth's eyebrows furrowed in anger and he grabbed his sword, but Eriu stilled him looking about.<BR> <i>"Do not draw attention to yourself, he is not even in the city, for I saw him leave....."</i> Gareth relaxed somewhat, but looked over to Kel in worry, and she looked at him, wondering why he had become so pale.<BR><BR> The inn began to fill up with patrons, familar faces, and then the door opened to admit Hanasian (Halasian?) yet again, and Gwydre smiled,<BR> <i>"Welcome back, can I get you anything Hanasian?"</i>
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