Accedentally get stuck in Middle Earth. {an RP}

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

Postby Decendant » Sat Nov 23, 2002 12:50 pm

Manny of us like to RP to get away from the regualr day. I thought that maby we could get up and start off from our regular lives and find ourselves there again after a journey of our own in Middle Earth.<BR><BR>I would apretiate it if you'd stop by the OOC thred in Tom's House: The Lighter Side BEFOR JOINING.<BR><BR>Rules: No cursing and such. {This is to be a clean thred}<BR> You use your dayly life to start with, but do not need to ues your real name.<BR> We must all be at Rivendell when we find ourselves there. {or at least near there}<BR> You can't just up and get extraordinary powers unless you are an Istari or have elven blood for your RP charicter.<BR> This is to be purly you and not just some ego you tend to put on.<BR> Make it go along with the Tolkien reality for Middle Earth...not extreemly taboo.<BR><BR>Here's my begining;<BR><BR>Ceit walked along the side walk from A building to B building at Smoky Mountain High School. Along the way she kept darting around people so as to meke it to Art 1 without a ton of bumps and brusies.<BR><BR>As she sat down at the table to wate for Nic to join her, she said her hellows to Mrs. Kimbrel and pulled out a book. Undoubtably it was more Tolkien. Nic sat down just as she began reading. She'd just read the part when Sam had poped up in the middle of the councel when Nic ploped down his book bag and flashed more book marks of Tolkien charicters in her face.<BR><BR>"So how's the half elf today?" he asked tauntingly.<BR><BR>From a few weeks into school he'd believed that she was half elven. She'd used it as an excuse for her writings and for the reason she'd dumped her last boy friend.<BR><BR>It worked, and so she'd kept with it.<BR><BR>Nic's eyes lit up all of a sudden. In the reflection of his glasses Ceit could see trees and Rivendel! Now he wasn't there any longer, but instead there was a river. Even her things had changed. Somthing was rong.<BR><BR>OOC-This is how you should start off, and later you can get into things with more detail.<BR><BR>I hope that this will be a fun experence for you all.<BR><BR>Hap at it guys!
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Postby KBrandybuck » Sat Nov 23, 2002 6:44 pm

This has a lot of promise, especially if people keep it REAL (write as if they were actual 21st c. folks). I think I know where you're headed wtih this, Decadent. Do you want to start an off topic thread on this? We'll have to suspend disbelief such that<BR><BR>1. We understand the Common Tongue. Or maybe we don't and we talk to each other and try to make sense out of what the ME characters are saying?<BR><BR>2. Even if this is for fun, we should decide WHY we're there. If there is a WHY, maybe that would explain why we all suddenly understand at least Westron.<BR><BR>Here will be my contribution:<BR><BR>"No music today?" The lobby guard looked up hopefully as Caitlin stepped off the elevator. She had her harp slung over one shoulder, her briefcase in the other.<BR><BR>"Not today, Marvin," she said. Sometimes, if the weather was good, Caitlin would take an instrument and sit outside on the plaza and practice. "I have a migraine. I'm going home."<BR><BR>It was just a short walk across the bank parking lot to her car. Luckily the harp wasn't heavy and it fit neatly into the backseat of the car. She had downsized considerably since moving to San Vicente to work as an operations manager for the Bank. San Vicente wasn't very big, was too far from any major city to be a suburb but the views of the Pacific and Central California coast made up for it all. And since her little series of children's books didn't too badly, Caitlin could afford to take the cut in pay in order to live a more serene, less corporate life. Except for the migraines.<BR><BR>Something flashed in her eyes and a pain like an ice pick being driven into her brain almost brought her to her knees. She shut her eyes tight and bent double, dropping her briefcase and trying not to drop the harp. As the pain washed away, she stood up again.<BR><BR>The pain was gone. All of it. As if it had never been there. Her migraines never did that - just up and float away. But this one had evarporated. Her vision cleared but now she was standing on the banks of a river in a wide ravine. Through the mist thrown up by the water, she thought she saw structures, shapely, gleaming, inviting up against the walls of the ravine on the other side of the river.<BR><BR>And she wasn't alone. Not far away stood a teenage girl with the same look of awe and wonderment on her face that Caitlin wore. <BR><BR>"I'm dead," Caitlin thought. "My head has exploded and I'm dead. And if I'm dead, is this heaven or is this hell?"
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Postby Ranger_Avery » Sat Nov 23, 2002 9:30 pm

I like this! I really hope no one minds my joining in.<BR><BR>Here's my addition:<BR>"Well, if it isn't little miss bookworm." Fay looked up<BR>from her thick book, saw who was standing over her, and went back to reading. 'Garret, David, and Taylor. Last people I want to see today.' She thought bitterly. "What are you reading now? More elves?" David taunted. Fay glared darkly. "For your information, Ramoes, it's Tolkien. The Silmarillion. Now, would you leave, I don't need this today." Suddenly, he was gone. "Oh no." Fay said aloud. The world began to spin around and around, colors and shapes blending together. "Maybe I am going crazy." she said, putting her hands over her face.<BR><BR>And then, it stopped, as suddenly as it had begun. Fay opened her eyes slowly. A gleaming river was beside her, and she could see two other people standing a distanse away. <BR>"It's official." she muttered. "I'm nuts." But even saying this, she could not shake the feeling of familiarity..
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Sun Nov 24, 2002 12:40 am

((My own contribution. I have spent a lot of time fantatizing about this stuff happening. I might tell you guys this, but most of the other threads that did this have died.))<BR><BR>"Bryce! Get yourself here. NOW!!"<BR>Bryce sighed, getting up from the couch where she had been reading the Return of the King for what might have been the millionth time. Glancing skywards, she muttered,<BR>"I must have been born in the wrong universe." Her mother had dumped her at her aunt's house, for what reason she did not know, and she had spent a considerable part of her life being shuttled back and forth between her uncle and her aunt. One didn't know she existed, while the other would keep her out of school to help out at her home. The only time she was really free from all these troubles was either when she was reading, or training for the coming China Olympics. She had bought this copy of the Lord of the Rings secretly, without her aunt's prior knowledge, but it appeared that her secret was about to be exposed.<BR><BR>"Look at this. I thought I told you not to buy books? Your mother went off and left you with me. You are an ungrateful young woman, you know that?" Her aunt held up a well-thumbed copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and was shaking it at her. "No more, d'you hear me. No more of this foolishness!" Grabbing the book out of her charge's hands, she ripped the entire book apart.<BR>"<i>NO!!!!</i>" she yelled, watching her entire dreams being ripped apart by her aunt's unfeeling hands. How many times had she being in the council, seeing Frodo accept the dangerous mission of carrying the ring? How often had she seen Lorien from the eyes of an Elf, and welcomed the Fellowship into her home? How often had she been a bystander, unable to help when Gandalf had died while saving the rest?<BR><BR>Running out of the house, her hair beginning to escape from its ponytail, and hearing her aunt crying out behind her.<BR>"Get back here Bryce!"<BR>Glaring at her aunt wtih a hatred so strong that her aunt was shocked by the uncharacteristic reaction from her, she ran down the street, only pausing at a nearby park, and slumping her shoulders against the boughs of a tree, her shoulders shaking, and sobs pouring from her throat. Turning so that she faced the trees, she whispered,<BR>"Why? Why did she do that for? What was my crime?"<BR>How she wished at that moment that she was in Lorien instead of here, the yearning growing so strong that she felt as if the trees themselves were shooting towards greater heights, and their leaves had begun to turn to gold. Unknown to her, that 'dream' was actually true. <BR><BR>After a while, she opened her eyes, and was awestruck to see Lorien as she had imagined it to be. Here was a green hill thronged with mallorn-trees, their height too tall for her to imagine, but they stood up in thr twilight like living towers, In their many kayered branchesa and amid their leaves countless lights were gleaming, green, gold and silver. A gate stood in front of her, separating her and Caras Galadhon, the city of Lorien. Standing alone outside, feeling the cold seep through her denim jacket and black jeans, and into her white cotton T-shirt. In her hurry she had fortunately remembered to grab her customary backpack, and all she had on her feet were a pair of considerably well worn sports shoes. Running her hand through her pockets, she discovered that she had nothing, save her identity card, chewing gum, and a few dollars, inside. <BR><BR>Slumping her back hard against the gate, she muttered, "I'm in Middle Earth. Figures. Next there'll be Elves, come to take me before the Lord and Lady of Lorien." Giving a short, harsh laugh, she unhooked her backpack from her shoulders and ran through its contents.<BR>A Sony Discman and four AA batteries, mostly charged, <BR>A couple of discs, <BR>A bottle of advil, <BR>Pens,<BR>A spiral notebook, <BR>One textbook, entiled: Chemistry, Principles and Application. <BR>About five tubes or Wrigley's.<BR>Muttering again as she shoved everything back inside.<BR>"I'm stuck in lala land with a chemistry textbook, of all the things?" Sighing, she returned to her post, waiting for someone to get her.
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Postby Decendant » Sun Nov 24, 2002 11:21 am

OOC-It looks as though we've all got the idea. Yet, as KBrandybuck has pointed out, there are still some things that need clarifacation. We hear words as if they are in English, but they are actually Common Tung. Later on we begin to fully understand the Westron and beging speeking and hearing it instead of English. Like I have said this is sort of a "The Never Ending Story" thing {If you've seen those movies} Our adventures in Middle Earth Lead us to the understanding that it will die if we don't get others to believe in it. Just befor we are sent back home we are given, by eather the elves or an Istari, the ability to come and go as we pleas between the two worlds.<BR><BR>Thank you for all of your contributions. They are verry pleasing.<BR><BR>IC- Ceit looked around her once more. She spotted the other two. They looked as bewildered as she felt. She looked back down at her own things. With Ceit was her blue jean jacket, big green winter coat, black purse with books and maps and pens and paper in it as well as her medicen, her Art 1 supplies, and her yellow book bag filled with her books and other things. Some of them had Tolkien related contents. Other things she'd had for years.<BR><BR>The others kept looking tward one another. The one with the book still clutched in her hands sprung up and began to check herself. The other seemed to be looking for a way across the river to her and the other not far away.<BR><BR>A great bell began to ring far up above their heads. It wasn't to tell the time or signal a meeting, but as a warning. Solders began to poore out of the city and suround them. Spear heads, arrows, daggars, and swords were all pointed at them. The three were brought together and bound up with out any words. Their things were carried by solders not guiding them up the steep ravien.<BR><BR>Soon they found themselves in a grand hall in a type of Reniconce style, but with a more pure air to it. A royal looking man came befor them. He was obviously displeased by their appearence. As he came clocer, Ceit could see him more carefully. Another solder approched him.<BR><BR>"Lord Glorofindel." he addressed him. "Is not the Lord Elrond available to deal with them?"<BR><BR>"He is in councel with the newly arrived." he anwsered. "I am to see to things while he is there."<BR><BR>Ceit groaned inwardly. How was she to explain herself to him, let alone give the others' story if asked? She hoped and praied that one of the others would be able to make up a believable tail for him. But, then again, how would they be able to go along with it, and how would he believe it? If he wanted to he could see straight through any lies.<BR><BR>Now she resolved to tell what truth she could and hope that the others would also do the same. The only problem then was to really explain it. All that she knew was that one minute she was sitting down to read befor the next bell, and the next she was by a river bank in Rivendell.<BR><BR>OOC-I would like to ask that others who would like to join to pleas pick an existing Tolkien charicter to play so that things might be a bit easyer.
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Postby KBrandybuck » Sun Nov 24, 2002 1:07 pm

"I'm dead and I've been sent to SCA hell," Caitlin thought. There she was with two teenagers and a bunch of really irritable looking guys with very business like weaponry. The irritable looking guys marched them across a bridge towards the buildings - medieval, yet graceful in line and form, and the afternoon light reflecting off the autumn leaves seemed to fill the air with gold. One would ordinarly feel alarmed to have a spear stuck in one's face, but Caitlin felt no threat. The armed men seemed not to look at their captives, but to look through them, or beyond them. There was music from someplace, and Caitlin cocked her head to listen. Peculiar harmonies, just floating on the breeze.<BR><BR>It was jeans day at the Bank. She wore jeans, a silk shirt and a wook jacket. Inside the briefcase were items which had nothing to do with the Bank of San Vicente, but instead Tolkien's "End of the Third Age", a sketchpad, "Return of the King" and several sheets of TOPPS trading cards from the Two Towers. And her harp tuning key, her electronic tuner, a cd player and a couple of CD's of Irish Traditional music, a minidisc player/recorder with a microphone and some blank MD's and spare batteries. Inside the harp case was the harp, extra strings and some music transcribed from her mini disc player.<BR><BR>Once inside, one armed man spoke to another and addressed him as "Glorfindel." Caitlin heard the words and knew straightaway they were not speaking English, and yet knew what they were saying.<BR><BR>She was used to taking charge. At 36 she was also obviously the oldest member of this puzzled little trio.<BR><BR>"Uh, excuse me!" she said and waved at Glorfindel. "But uh, who are you?" She didn't get an answer.<BR><BR>"My father is engaged." A dark haired man stepped forward. As Caitlin observed them, she realized that these tall, slim folk did not look quite like men - at least the men she was used to. They had a sort of a glow, a distance, a meloncholy - it was hard to describe.<BR><BR>"I am Elladan, son of Elrond who is master in this place," said the dark haired man, and placing his hand on his breast, he bowed slightly. "Welcome to Rivendell. How came you here? We were not expecting more guests."<BR><BR>"Dead, and I'm in Tolkien hell," Caitlin thought. "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it." She said nothing for a minute. She was trying to decide if she was dreaming. This was all quite real, she could hear, smell, see -- touch. If she had finally gone off the deep end into a psychotic episode, she may as well go along with it.<BR><BR>"Caitlin McEvoy," she said and stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you. I haven't been properly introduced to these two young ladies."<BR><BR>Elladan turned to look at the other two and asked them <BR><BR>(OOC: Decadent, start an off topic thread why don't you it will make managing this much easier. I'll take Elladan and later one probably a hobbit or two - I'm usually Frodo in other threads).<BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Mon Nov 25, 2002 12:21 am

((I'll take Galadriel and co.))<BR><BR>Bryce, upon hearing the sound of approaching footsteps immediately stood up, sending the touch of pins and needles shooting up her leg. The next thig she knew was an arrow trained on her jugular. Swallowing hard, she attempted to tell them that no, she was not a trespasser, and that no, she did not want to be here in the first place, and that it was a complete accident. But it never was easy speaking with a pointed tip thrust into your throat, and she ended uo stammering an incomprehensible jumble of words. Her escorts did not look amused by her efforts, and marched her into Caras Galadhon, completely against her will, of course.<BR><BR>Once inside the city, she was immediately escorted up a Mallorn-tree, a considerably difficult task with a backpack and track shoes. Her jeans did restrict her movements somewhat, and it was difficult to climb a tree when you couldn't raise your legs properly. After what seemed like an eternity of never-ending branches, they came to a halt outside the hall. While waiting, she asked the Elf that had met her a simple question.<BR>"Who are you?"<BR>"My name is Haldir"<BR>The name was familiar, yet she couldn't place it...not really, anyway. After a while she jerked up and asked him another question.<BR>"You're the one that escorted the Fellowship into Lorien! And ummm, can you do me a favor? Slap me. I think I'm dreaming."<BR>"I can very well assure you that this is all real. And pray, what Fellowship is it that you speak of?"<BR>"Forget it. I know I'm not speaking Elvish, or whatever it is you folks speak. I know jolly well that I'm speaking English, and that I should not be understanding a word of your speech, and yet here we are, having a pleasant comversation in who knows what language! You know what? Just slap me across the face." Her voice had risen to a shriek, and she was about to break out in hysterics.<BR>The Elf looked confused, but he gave her a stinging slap anyway. The pain shot through her cheek and flared out, making her wince.<BR>"I am sorry. Did I use too much force?"<BR>"No, you didn't. Let's get this over and done with, then I can go back to my lousy life back in my world where my aunt's going to kill me for running away."<BR>"The council has assembled. We may enter now."<BR>"Oh, right, that's just dandy. Let's get this done ok?"<BR>"Dandy?"<BR>"Forget it."<BR><BR>After entering a house the size of a very large mansion, and the chamber was filled with a soft light; its walls were green and silver and its roof of gold. Many elves were seated there. On two chairs beneath the bole of the tree and canopied by a living bough sat, side by side, Celeborn and Galadriel. Very tall they were, and the Lady no less tall than the Lord; and they were grave and beautiful. They were both clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was a marvel in itself. The color was deep gold, richer and more radiant than any other. The hair of the Lord was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age were upon them, unless it was in the depth of their eyes, for those were as keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory since the first age.<BR>Bowing, Haldir introduced both her and himself, then proceeded to infrom them on how he had stumbled across this curiously dressed young woman, and whatever else he knew from their earlier conversation. Finally, at length, the Lady spoke.<BR>"What is your name, and where are you from? You do not seem like any who have walked our land before."<BR>"My name is Bryce, and I'm from Chicago, USA."<BR>"Yes, tell us more about who you are, Bryce."<BR>"I had a fight with my aunt over a book, then I ran away, and the next thing I know, I get picked up by a dude who sticks an arrow at me, and discover I'm in Lorien. Tell me this is a dream. You want to know more? I'm someone who had this really bright future coming, the chance to compete in the Olympics, and you yanked me into your world, taking my dreams away from me."<BR>"It's not a dream. We are as real as anyone in your world, but different, somehow. Since you are here, would you like to rest a while?"<BR>"Yes, thank you very much. It's still very dandy, except that I'm scared of heights. Can I rest on the ground instead?"<BR><BR>She knew she sounded like a whiner, one who did not fully appreciate the beauty of this place, but she didn't care. Wishing was one thing. happening, that was another.
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Postby Adramir081 » Mon Nov 25, 2002 3:02 pm

(OOC: Sorry, i seem to have come in late, but please let me join. This sounds awsome and something that i would really enjoy. I'll post and edit it out if you don't want me to join, ok? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>Melissa ran up the stairs, taking two at a time until she reached the top. "Get to class now young lady, school started ten minutes ago." she heard from behind her as she half ran half walked to her locker at the end of the banana hallway. '15-27-5' she said the com in her head as she twisted the small knob to the numbers. Inside her locker was a mess, books, papers, and pens fell out when the door opened. 'Great," she thought, 'another wonderfull start to another wonderfull day.' She threw everything back into her locker as she thought of her German teacher's reaction to her tardiness for the third time this week. She shoved her math binder into her bag and grabbed her german book as she slammed her locker shut. "OW!" she yelped as the locher shut on her finger. She closed her eyes tight trying not to let her eyes water. Several seconds later she opened them when the pain had gone down and tears were no longer a threat. <BR><BR>When she opened her eyes the dreary locker filled hallways had turned to a magnificent forest. Beautiful trees surrounded her, with bushes and flowers, it was the most goregous place that she had ever been. A river flowed nearby, the soft sound added to the wonder of this place. 'What?!, did i pass out or something. It didn't hurt THAT bad.'she thought. Mabey she did pass out, or was she still dreaming and hadn't actually woken up yet. She looked down to see that she still had her old battered backpack and her old army camaflouge coat on. 'Well at least i came prepared, eh?' She opened her backpack, inside was her math binder. 'Right, perfect i'm sure Algebra functions will come in real handy in fantasy world here.' There was also a cd player, several dics, batteries, a half gone Cherry Coke, a candy bar, and three novels. The Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and The Return of the King. It was not normal to have all three with her at any given time but her friend Sonia wanted to borrow The Fellowship and Katie wanted the Return of the King. She was on The Two Towers herself, so all three had been lovingly placed in her bag this morning. 'Well i'm well rationed,' she thought scarastically 'A Coke and a Milka bar. At least i have my books.' She thought. When she was reading all was right with the world, it bettered her mood and made things seem not so bad. So she ckunked down quite ungracefully, opened her book and began to read. <BR>She looked up several moments later because there was a strange noise coming from the river. She saw several pairs of feet from her low spot on the ground. She tilted her head upwards to find a circle of men, with bows, and arrows pointed strait at her. Her eyes widened. "Umm...Uhh..." She stammered with what to say. What are you supposed to say with a bunch of people with arrows at your throat? <BR>"Get up," the command was very clear. She did what the man asked and another man confiscated her bag and book. Two others grabbed her and led her down a hidden path, but not without care. They were gentle with her, for though she was tresspassing she did not look capeable of anything too horendous. <BR>After perhaps after twenty minutes or so of walking they came upon a beautiful building. It was made of grey stone and georgous metals that wove into enchanting designs. She knew the place well, she had visited it many times before, even if not physically. It was Rivendell, perhaps her most favorite place in all of Middle Earth. 'So thats where i am,' she thought. It was not the worst place to be stuck in, its where Melissa had longed to go many times. She was led up a small flight of stairs and into a room where there were three others, obviously from her time by their clothing. There were two other men, higher in either nobility or rank if she knew anything about culture. They looked at her when she entered the room. "We found another one," the man who had told her to get up and seemed to be the leader of the group said to the Higher looking Men.<BR>They were in the middle of indroductions with the other women when Melissa had been dragged in.
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Postby KBrandybuck » Tue Nov 26, 2002 12:26 am

For once in his life, and while it was a short life by the standards of the Eldar, it was long enough the way mortals reckoned time - for once in his life Elladan was flabbergasted. As there was no word in Sindarin for "flabbergasted" all he could think was, "Hmmm."<BR><BR>Four mortal women - three young girls - dressed like men, but the material was strange to him. They carried items much like packs, but the colors of their clothes and their belongings were not natural, not derived from plant materials. And the one who introduced herself as Caitlin - he had never seen hair that color. <BR><BR>"My lord, this one just appeared right before my very eyes," said the guard who had escorted Melissa into the courtyard.<BR><BR>"My father is in council," Elladan repeated. "He cannot be disturbed."<BR><BR>Four strange women dropped as if out of the sky into Rivendel on the morning of the great council when the fate of the Ring would be decided. Some great power was behind this, either the Valar or even Sauron himself. Was the Dark Lord clever enough to use fair forms to deceive the elves? He had done so in the second age, and Morgoth had deceived even the Valar long years ago. <BR><BR>Many thoughts crowded into Caitlin's head. Who would feed the dog? Who would pay her grandmother's nursing home bills? How long would it be before someone noticed she was missing? Did Phoebe have her brother's phone number so he could step in to take care of Nana? She should have left a will. Did she turn off the stove?<BR><BR>She could see that Elladan was as much at a loss as she and the three girls were. A whisper seemed to ripple through the trees and the archways, back into the interior rooms, carrying with it the news of the mysterious strangers More elves appeared, some men, some women. Tolkien had said that elves were not that curious about mortals, but apparantly Tolkien hadn't been dropped suddenly into the middle of Rivendell, for these elves were very curious indeed.<BR><BR>"So where are you ladies from?" Caitlin asked her new companions. "I'm from California."
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Tue Nov 26, 2002 3:30 am

((Does this take place before or after the War of the Ring?? Based on your post KBrandybuck, I will think it takes place before the War then.))<BR><BR>Bryce sat somewhere on the floor of Lorien with Haldir, trying to speak to him. Toying with one of the Elanor flowers that lay in abundance over the forest floor, she spoke.<BR>"This isn't a dream, right?"<BR>"I have assured you that it wasn't with that slap, as you asked me to." <BR>He too, was confused with her sudden appearance in Lothlorien, appearing with clothes unknown to him and his kindred. Her jacket and pants seemed rather hard, for none of the current known fabrics to him was able to withstand as many scratches and trips by one unused to climbing as the one she wore. Laughing at his expression of confusion, she smiled and drew out her Sony player, asking him to place the earpiece in his ear. Somewhat reluctantly, he did so. And at the moment, the Elf had no more doubts that she was of a different world. Especially after he had heard her SUM41 CD blasting in his sensitive ears. He jerked back involuntarily, causing the earpiece to drop out of his ear.<BR>"What sort of magic is this?"<BR>"Not magic. Technology. And I'm sorry about the music. I think I forgot to lower the volume after yesterday."<BR>"Volume? Technology?" Now he was really confused.<BR>"Never mind."<BR>"Will you tell me something more about your world?"<BR>"I'll do something better. Come here."<BR><BR>Curious, he turned to where she was sitted, and the strange book on the floor immeduately caught his attention. <BR>"Look. This is the world where I come from."<BR>The book was open to a page which showed skyscrapers and the steps of making concrete itself. He looked at it for a long while, his mind rushing through the possibilities.<BR>"You're not sent by the Dark Lord, are you?"<BR>"Me? Sent by the Dark Lord? No way. I don't think he's smart enough to do all these things." She smirked.<BR>"I suppose you'll be with us a while, and in that time I am to look after you, so would you like me to teach you some basics of archery?" While they were speaking, his eyes had seen the page number, and he had already made up his mind to show this to his liege once the girl was asleep.<BR>"Sure. Why not?"<BR>"And would you care to tell me about your world?"<BR>"Definitely. Now teach me."<BR><BR>It had taken her only a few tries to launch the arrow properly, but once that barrier was overcome, he discovered her gift at archery. Even more curious then before, he asked her,<BR>"How did you know how to draw an arrow? Most would have taken far more tries to even get the arrow off the ground, but you have done it without any difficulties."<BR>"I'm training for the coming China Olympics, not that you would know what I'm talking about anyway."<BR>"This Olympics, they wish for you to shoot arrows?"<BR>"Close enough."<BR>"Close?"<BR>"Ummm, well you know, correct enough."<BR>After a while, they paused for a rest, and she ransacked through her pockets, and discovered a packet of gum. Wrigley's, Spearmint flavor. There was no doubt her bag held some more of the stuff, what with she being a chewing gum addict. Giving him a stick, and taking one herself, she began eating it. Once again amused at his expression, she helped him unwrap it and told him to eat it. <BR>"Don't swallow it, unless you wish to be choked."<BR>"It is," he paused, unable to think of a word that described 'hot'.<BR>"Yes?" she prodded, taking a curious delight in his pure confusion.<BR>"Nice." he finished lamely. "Can I have another? Just to show everyone that your tale is true."<BR>"And remind them NOT to swallow it." She laughed, and handed him the chemistry book. "Show this to them as well, pages 113 and 562."<BR>"Thank you. Would you care for a rest now?"
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Postby KBrandybuck » Tue Nov 26, 2002 2:36 pm

<b>(OOC: Decadent, I would strong urge that you start an OOC thread for this where all plot discussions, character descriptions, etc can be more effectively managed.</b> It would be easier that way, plus you can direct traffic in case people start going off into left field, introducing characters with color changing eyes, unearthly beauty, super human powers and magic pets <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> . I think the Guidelines for the Prancing Pony require an OOC thread anyway.)
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Postby Grubhosh » Tue Nov 26, 2002 2:39 pm

(OOC any room for a late one?)
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Postby narnensul » Tue Nov 26, 2002 3:09 pm

Luinil hurried down the long flight of steps, her feet padding gently on the beautiful stones. She had just returned to Rivendell and already guests were arriving, some expected and some unexpected. She was in charge of the guests that entered the elvish realm and had heard the news of the four women all dressed in strange clothing. The trail on her green riding dress slid down the stairs like a gentle stream, she quickly turned the corner and walked into the open-air building.<BR>Elladan spotted her and nodded, she gave a quick smile and turned to the four women. Before she could speak to them, Elladan took her aside and spoke in a lowered elvish voice.<BR>"We have concluded they are not from Mordor nor anywhere near our realm. From this world or not I cannot say. Elrond shall speak to them after his meeting, it would be wise to have them change into a more appropriate dress. Lord Elrond would look upon them more kindly upon them."<BR>She understood what he was hinting at and smiled. Her dark hair rippled as the gentle breeze flowed through the beatiful building bringing in soothing music. He spoke again in a friendlier tone.<BR>"How was your journey, all is well?"<BR>"Yes, very well. Please drop by the guest chambers and tell me when Lord Elrond shall see them."<BR>"I will, I must be off, goodbye."<BR>Luinil turned towards the four women who did not understand the speech of the elves. She stepped closer and studied them for a moment. Three were young but the other was older than them, each carrying interesting packs and seemingly not knowing who eachother were.<BR>"Welcome to Rivendell. You may rest safely here in our realms for as long as you like, there is no evil in this sacred place. You four are quite unexpected but none the less your hearts are pure. I hope to learn more about you as the day passes. I will show you to your rooms."<BR>Her melodius voice flowed throughout the large hall, putting the woman slightly at ease. She turned and led them down a passage with vine covered columns and large, lifelike murals. Their eyes widened as the looked out upon the house of Elrond from a high balcony, but had to turn away and follow the swift elf that was leading them.<BR>Luinil opened to large wooden doors and revealed a room with four beds, each had a small basin and table beside it. Four dresses lay on the beds, a lavender, a pale green, a soft blue, and a rose.<BR>"Whichever dress you choose will undoubtedly fit you precisely, it is a little secret in the way of sewing the elves use. Oh dear, I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I am Luinil, I am in charge of all the guests that enter Rivendell. I am to look after you four so you'll spend much of the day with me."<BR>Her green eyes sparkled as she watched the girls. Their mouths were open and eyes wide as they looked around the room and on the terrace. She smiled to them and sat down in a small chair. 'so the prophecies are true' she thought to herself. Snapping back from her deep thoughts she stood up from the chair and straightening to her full height, which was much taller than any of the women.<BR>"You'll have a meeting with Lord Elrond soon, but I am sure you are hungry from your long journey. I have just returned from my travels and I'm famished. Would you like to change into your dresses and have supper? It is almost ready, afterwards you may look around or get some rest. If you have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask me."
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Postby gladrieltook » Tue Nov 26, 2002 4:36 pm

(ooc: Thought I ought to tell you, but you're kind of stealing my idea. I started a thread with the same theme about 6 months ago, and it's still running("What am I doing here?"<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>. You really should make sure that there isn't already a thread on the topic before making a brandnew thread. After all, each thread takes up a lot of space and money. Cheers<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby KBrandybuck » Tue Nov 26, 2002 11:15 pm

(OOC Galadriel Took, there are 12 plots and 36 situations, according to Shakespeare, and we make millions of books and plays out of this twelve plots etc. Every "zapped into ME" game will have its own flavor. I'm sure there are loads of RPG's with similar plots all over the Prancing Pony. <BR><BR>The thread originator hasn't been with us with a couple of days and out of courtesy to her, perhaps we should all wait to see when she turns up again so we don't get too far down the road without some cohesion. An off topic thread is essential so she can describe the direction she would like this to go in and we can discuss general rules of the road.)
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Wed Nov 27, 2002 8:46 am

((Ummm, GT and KBrandyBuck, these two threads are completely different. In GT's thread, 'What am I doing here?', the characters are of various countries, and have stumbled in at different times. For example: Medieval England, Ancient Rome, and 1900s China. In that thread, there is only one person who comes from today's world. <BR>On the other hand, in this thread, everyone comes from today's world, and we are accidentally dumped here through some unexplainable happening. And yes, I will not deny that the ideas are somewhat the same, but had you all bothered to check, you would, or should have discovered one more such thread, entitled: Loneliness, which is by far more alike to this idea than GT's thread. Just thought I'd clarify.))
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Postby Decendant » Fri Nov 29, 2002 10:00 am

OOC- I know that things are a bit hard without an ooc thred and I'm going to start one up as soon as I can. The reason that I wasn't in here for the past coupple of days is because I was having some problems with my computer, and the computer was also taken apart so that we could finish walpapering. I'm sorry for my absence.<BR><BR>Also, I would like to thank you for taking on a few of the other roles as well as your own. Thank you, KBrandybuck for giving a halt to the IC posting for a while so that I would be able to catch up with evrybody.<BR><BR>IC-<BR><BR>"How can you ask where we're from at a time like this?!" Ceit said in a confused anger. After being led to holding rooms to wait for Elladan to bring Elrond to see these odd people they'd come together in nerves conversation, but Ceit didn't like it. As a matter of fact, she didn't like any of this. All that she wanted to do was find herself back in Mrs. Kimbrell's room wrighting or reading while wating for the bell to ring signaling the beginning of fourth.<BR><BR>"No. No, never mind... I guess it'll be good enough that we get to know eachother." she said. Then she began again, taking the chance to get all her questions about them out of her system, "I was just going to my last class befor I ended up here. I live in Cullowhee, NC, but I'm from Romulus, MI. I'm a freshman at Smoky Mountain High in Sylva. What about you all?"<BR><BR>OOC- okay all I have an OOC thred for this in Tom's House: The Lighter Side set up. I'm sorry that it didn't get on here, but I wasn't paying attention where I set it up. So if you'd like to you may go in and state your openions and ideas. Thank you.
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Postby KBrandybuck » Fri Nov 29, 2002 11:26 am

"San Vicente - small town on the Central Coast in California," Caitlin set down her harp and briefcase. The ladies had been escorted to a brightly lit room, south facing and through the high arched windows, they could hear the soothing harmony of the river rushing below. Someone brought food and drink - bread and fruit and some kind of liquid. It was all quite simple, but luscious. "I was walking to my car," Cailin went on. "I had a migraine so I left work to go home. I thought my head was going to explode, then the migrain was gone and I was here." Wherever here was, she thought. Rivendell. Imladris. <BR><BR>She strolled about the room touching things, looking out the window. In dreams you had no sense of taste or hearing - just sight. But she could hear, she could taste and things were crystal clear. So this was probably not a dream. Or it was a mass hallucination. In any event, it wouldn't so any good to fight it.<BR><BR>"North Carolina and California. Opposite ends of the country. What about yourselves?" she asked the other two. <BR><BR>
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Postby Adramir081 » Fri Nov 29, 2002 4:51 pm

Melissa had been listening as she fingered the rich, soft rose colored materal of one of the dresses. It fell through her fingers like water, it was amazingly strong and beautiful at the same time. She had not actually talked to any of the other three yet, she had spoken to the men in the courtyard but not directly to the women. She turned to face them now.<BR>"I'm from Troy, MI, born and raised. I'm a freshman, Athens High." She said as she looked at Ceit, at least there was someone else her age. "I was at school, when i got transported here or whatever. I had just gotten there, was at my locker and Poof, I was here." She sat on the bed with the red dress at the end, she fell backwards and laid on her back. "Why are we here?, What could WE possibly do?" She questioned as she rolled her head on the bed to face the others.
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Postby KBrandybuck » Sat Nov 30, 2002 10:52 pm

<i>"So the prophecies are true."</i><BR><BR>Luinel - the woman who had introduced herself as Luinel - had said something about prophecies. Whereas Elladan had been dumbfounded (as were the majority of the people they had seen so far, Luinel seemed pleased and not surprised - well, maybe amazed. What was so prophectic about a bank vice president and three high school girls?<BR><BR>"Did I hear her right?" Caitlin wondered. "Did she say something about prophecies?" Being here made no sense, but denying it didn't either - if she was going to fantasize about Middle Earth, it wasn't going to include three teenagers, just as it was unlikely that their fantasies wouldn't include three other strangers - including the bank vice president. "It would be interesting to know what prophecies those were." she added. <BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Sun Dec 01, 2002 1:25 am

Leaning back against the ground, having completely assuring her guide that she had everything she needed, and running her fingers down the length of the bow she was given. The wood was smooth and unscratched, and the deep finish of its polish returned with a slight brush of her hand. The draw was even and solid, and it yielded easily to her hands. A day ago, if someone told her that she would be going to Middle-Earth, she would have scoffed at the thought, and probably retorted, "I would have died for the chance." The bow was rather different from the kind she had drawn all her life, the wood being thinner and lighter than the plastic and metal combination she had grown so used to firing in all her life. Soon, she had fallen into her pools of memory.<BR><BR><i>I was seven years old when my mother told me she was going away. I remember the lights on the train were too bright,; they made it impossible to see out of the windows. The car jerked and bumped. A man slept, chin down on chest, wheezing. A nurse had taken off one white shoe and was rubbing her foot. We sat on hard plastic seats, my mother and I. She was nervous, jumpy, I could tell that much. She looked too closely at the other passengers. She whispered,<BR>"I know you don't understand, Bryce. You can't understand, not really, not now. But if I keep you honey, if we stay together, you will never fully belong." She put her hand against my cheek, stroked my cheek and hair. Kissed the side of my head.<BR>"Where are you going?" I asked.<BR>"Mommy has to go away, to a different kind of place. Mommy has to leave. She's sorry, I'm so sorry, I should never have...but someday you'll leave too, Bryce. Maybe, I hope not, I really do, I hope you'll find a way to be normal." She spoke like that for the rest of the trip.<BR><BR>When they reached her father's office, my mother immediately entered the building, and pushed open one of the many doors. A man, tall, but clearly tired, waited there.<BR>"Laure, what are you doing?"<BR>"I have no choice Jeff. She's your daughter. I can't keep her. If I do, we'll both be in danger. You have no concept, no idea."<BR>"But I have no idea on how to bring up a child."<BR>"Please, do what's right. Live up to your responsibilities."<BR>"Of course."<BR>"Now I have to leave." Holding me tight, she whispered,<BR>"The day'll come when you will come back into the world where I came from. I love you, and be good."<BR><BR>A rush of power and air later, she was gone, leaving me alone with a father I never knew I had.</i><BR><BR>Now, seated comfortably in the woods, the pieces began to fall into place. Her mother must have been an Elf, who had somehow found her way into the world she now knew, and had fallen in love with her father, and Bryce was that child. But now, the main question was who her mother was? No doubt she was of Lorien, and probably knew of her arrival. Only able to wonder at the identity of who she was, she resumed her pondering of past, present, and possibly, future.
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Postby Decendant » Mon Dec 02, 2002 3:10 pm

Ceit didn't say anything at first. She just stood there stareing out the windo at the wooded mountains. Some one had asked about the prophesys, and she knew exactly what they were.<BR><BR>It looked as though it had been raining not long befor they'd arrived, and the roses just outside the window sent a small shower onto her after a small gust of wind came through the open window. In her mind she was determining wether or not she should say somthing.<BR><BR>Ceit's thoughts trailed away when she heard an elf's voice ringing out in sweet song somewhere in the vally. The words were a bit rediculis, and so she thought of a younger elfling. She two loved to sing. As a matter of fact, she prided herself in the ability to sing in other laungaudeges. Without thought she began to sing an old poem that she'd seen in the woods one day while she took a walk. Not knowing if it really were ment to be a song she promptly put an odd tune to it that kept coming to mind when she practiced on her mother's Irish Flute.<BR><BR>It had taken her a while to take it from it's origional Gaelic form, but after compareing it to manny other songs that she knew, Ceit was able to sing it in full in English.<BR><BR><i>In the winter there will come</i><BR><i>strange strangers just befor war is done</i><BR><i>The land will fall if none believe</i><BR><u>To save it, other minds must percieve</u><BR><u>One people live in one hope</u><BR><i>One intire land in another hope</i>...<BR><BR>She trailed off as she noticed that others began to look her way. To herself she thought 'uh oh.'
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Postby KBrandybuck » Mon Dec 02, 2002 4:34 pm

Caitlin listened. She knew that melody well. It was a very old sean nos (old style) song and the melodic structure predated anything that had ever been noted down in the last three hundred years by any Irish collector. The theme in Irish was peculiar: peace and unity. Some musicologists assumed this was the remnant of a liturgical piece, but the proficients in ancient Irish liturgical music disagreed because of the melodic structure.<BR><BR>"Where did you learn that?" she asked Ceit "I learned it in Ireland from another harper." She unzipped her harp case. Inside was her latest acquisition, just purchased that summer from a harp maker in Cork. A real Irish harp, made from a real Irish elm tree by a real Irish maker. Since bringing it home the prior August, it had proven so far superior to anything else she had she had sold her other harps.<BR><BR>She pulled over a low stool, made sure the thing was in tune, which strangly it was, for this particular harp was notoriously fussy about temperature and humidity and there were days it refused to hold a pitch. But this day it decided to cooperate.<BR><BR>Though it was nylon strung, the maker had managed somehow to combine wood and physics so that his harps had the most crystalline, bell-like tone. Caitlin fussed a bit til she found the key Ceit was singing in, struck the chords, heartbreaking in their simplicity. Janet, the woman from whom she had learned the piece, had made a lifetime of studying and arranging the most ancient Irish music she could find. <BR><BR>"Sing it again," Caitlin said. "Do you know the Irish?"<BR><BR>And so they sang it again and the voices, uplifted by the silvery strains from the harp, drifted out the windows and out over the river.
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Tue Dec 03, 2002 8:18 am

Bryce glanced at Haldir, who stood next to her.<BR>"Do you remember anything of who your mother was?" He asked<BR>"Yeah. A bit. Her name was Laure, or at least that's what she was called in my world."<BR>"Laure..." He pondered over the name for a period.<BR>"My mom aside, do they believe that I am from another world?"<BR>"Yes, your curious waybread and that book with the strange pictures convinced all of them."<BR>"That's perfect. Do you think that..."<BR>"Yes?" He prompted.<BR>"That you can take me to see my mother?"<BR>"I was bid to bring you to her, but I fear that she might not know who you really are."<BR>That made her step back, half in fear and half in confusion.<BR>"Why?"<BR>"I will let her explain to you herself. Come."<BR><BR>She followed him up another of the many Mallorn trees, and waited for him to halt outside a tree-houselike structure.<BR>"Your mother awaits you." With that, he disappeared, leaving mother and daughter to reconcile.<BR>"Who is it?" A voice called up from inside.<BR>"It's Bryce." Her voice cracked. "Your daughter"<BR>"Bryce." Pain washed over her face. "I wondered if you would ever find me?"<BR>"You remember me. You know who..."<BR>"No. Not the way you think. I know I have a daughter. I know her name is Bryce. But that's all I know. I don't remember anything of my life before I came here."<BR>"Even now? I mean, it's been a long time. Didn't any of it ever came back?"<BR>She frowned. Sat silently for a long moment.<BR>"There were images. Half formed. A dark haired girl. But all I ever have to remember you, my child by is this."<BR>She drew out an ancient photograph, one that had been folded and unfolded so many times that it was so creased that the folded lines turned to white. In it lay her whole family in the world as Bryce knew it by. Her mother, her father and herself lay inside.<BR>"I never wanted to leave you. But you are more firmly tied to your current world than to Middle-Earth. I couldn't have raised you by myself. You have seen, I have lost my memory, ever since I came back. There is no way I could have raised a young child by myself."<BR><BR>Maybe the little kid her mother knew her as would never be more than a reminder of a life she did not lead any more. Blinking back her tears, she exited the house, leaving her mother to her thoughts. Once outside, she allowed the tears to flow freely. Haldir met her there, then brought her back to the ground. Once there, she asked him, through a veil of tears.<BR>"Why didn't you tell me my mother did not know who I am anymore? Why didn't you?"<BR>"That is for only your mother to tell. I am not supposed to tell you anything about her, or anyone else."<BR>"I understand. Then there's no use for my whole being here, is there? I spend my whole life dreaming aboutwhat I'm going to do when I see her, and yet when I do, I cannot do anything."
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Postby Decendant » Wed Dec 04, 2002 5:44 am

"I only found it in the woods as I was walking. It just looked like some scribbilings that some kid wrote untill I put it in English. How on earth did it get to Ireland, or if it came from there, how did it end up miles inland in the U.S.?" Ceit asked as she stared over ot the woman in surprise.<BR><BR>A rapping came to the door, and it swung open. There stood the three lords of Rivendell; Elrond and his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir.
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Postby KBrandybuck » Wed Dec 04, 2002 8:12 am

<i>Some are wiser than they know.<BR>They know and do not know the answers.<BR>Neither Eldar nor Halfling nor High Born King,<BR>neither Valar or Maiar.<BR>They will come from a distance greater than time,<BR>They are your salvation and they are your doom.<BR>They are your sisters and your daughters.</i><BR><BR>Those were the words to an ancient song which even the loremasters could not interpret. And they had been sung to that same melody two of the strangers were singing. <BR><BR>"I am Elrond, Master of Imladrids," said the most regal of the three at the door. He laid his hand upon his breast and bowed slightly. His hair was black as night annd his eyes grey as morning. A slight smile tugged at his lips and those grey eyes danced - three of the newcomers were quite the youngest things in the place, save the halfing, Peregrin. Two of them were holding up the dresses and giggling in front of a mirror, as girls will do. How long had it been since he had heard his Arwen giggle like that?<BR><BR>The eldest of them sat behind a harp, but she got up. The same thought went through all their heads. "Hey, he doesn't look a thing like Hugo Weaving!"<BR><BR>"I'm Caitlin," she said. "This is Ceit and this is Melissa." She had been intent on Ceit's song and hadn't gotten the name of their fourth member.<BR><BR>"Whence came you?" Elrond asked. "My people tell me that you have, just..." He held out his arms as if doing a spell. "appeared out of nowhere."<BR><BR>Caitlin and Ceit nodded at each other.<BR><BR>"That sounds right," Caitlin concurred. "We were all somewhere else, doing something else in our daily lives and now we're here."<BR><BR>Intrigued by the harp, Elrohir had slid into the room and laid a slim hand on the strings. All the harps he had ever seen were strung with metal or horsehair or gut. This material was strange to him.<BR><BR>"Nylon," Caitlin said. "It's man made. It's not natural."<BR><BR>The elf just arched a bemused brow. <BR><BR>"You're all so - so young! Just children!" he said. He turned to his father. "What can this possibly mean, that children have come out of the thing air. Are they Valar?"<BR><BR>All four laughed. "No," they said simultanously. <BR><BR>Elrond held up his hand. He gestured to a chair. "May I sit and speak with you?" he inquired. The ladies all nodded and he sat down. "Tell me of yourselves," he said.
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Postby Decendant » Wed Dec 04, 2002 8:47 am

Ceit felt awkward speeking with the one who she'd spent days trying to portray correctly in her little writings at home on the computer and by hand. She found that in some ways she'd hit the mark, but in others she'd missed by miles. He seemed interested, but the way that he carried himself was like he was only listening to their stories to determine if they really did mean to intrude, or had, as they said, just landed here without any reason at all that any could find.<BR><BR>She felt a bit silly, and was a bit frightened by those bottomless eyes that were filled with the knoledge of manny a mellinium. After all their stories had been told and retold to make other veig points clear he steped over to their things.<BR><BR>As he did so Elrond came to her bookbag filled with all sorts of odds and ends other than her school supplies. With one care ful hand he serched through her things as he'd done the other's possesions. Each time he found somthing and eather gave it an odd look of unknowing or a look as if he'd been intruded on withought even finding any perpitrator when somthing of their's mentiond Middle Earth. Now he drew out a planner that she'd gotten with one of her friends in the mall at Ashvill. It was opened to a picture with him on it that sh was using to finish an Atr 1 assignment. Drawing people was hard for her, not to mention the extravagant designs on the clothing of those she chose to draw, but thistime she'd nearly done it well. Flipping the pages back and forth he saw other people's pictures that he reconized untill he came to the balrog and Gandalf's stand at the brige of Kahas Dom in Moria.<BR><BR>"Whom dose this belong to?" he asked, and Ceit steped up fearing that he was angered by it.<BR><BR>"It's mine." she said.<BR><BR>"How is it that you all have such things about Middle Earth, but claim to have never been here befor?"<BR><BR>No one coud figure out how in the world that they hadn't made that clear earlyer and looked a bit more shocked and fearful than befor when he had only began to serch through their things like the others had.
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Postby KBrandybuck » Wed Dec 04, 2002 12:57 pm

Cailin, Ceit, Melissa and Fay exchanged looks. AS she spoke, Caitlin emptied her briefcase.<BR><BR>There was not a Tolkien Geek on the Planet Earth who had not played out this scene in his or her head since first opening the books. What would you say? Time after all, was linear. If you were dumped into the middle of a story, that didn't mean that the story would play out as you had read it - the future would not have happened. Besides, there was the nagging question of just how the good professor had acquired these stories. <BR><BR>"There are stories," Caitlin said. "We've heard stories. We thought they were just stories."<BR><BR>She glanced at the three girls and shrugged helplessly. They had just met - they didn't even know each other. They didn't know these people. Suppose...well, there were many supposes.<BR><BR>It hadn't been her intention to change into a dress. However, changing clothes would be a good way to get rid of Elrond.<BR><BR>"A very nice lady gave us these to change into before dinner!" she said brightly. Bowing, Elrond and his sons withdrew, leaving the four alone. Caitlin picked a blue dress. For a moment no one said anything.<BR><BR>As she shed her jeans and silk shirt, she thought long and hard. What WAS the reality here? Were the elves immortal? What was the deal? Were they even elves? So far they had Imladris, a known place from Tolkien, and four known people - Glorfindel, Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir. But what else was consistent? And for now, it was "us against them." "We" were four strangers who had known each other for 20 minutes. "They" were - who were "they" anyway?<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Adramir081 » Wed Dec 04, 2002 1:56 pm

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Postby Adramir081 » Wed Dec 04, 2002 1:59 pm

Melissa interupted Caitlin before she said anything past 'Frodo Baggins'. <i>"Ummm can I talk to these guys for a second."</i>She asked the three men. They seemed to agree and she led them to a corner of the room. <i>"Do you think it wise to tell them the fate of their world, it may change something, something that could change the outcome. I don't think that we should tell them anything to detailed about the quest or their future."</i>Melissa wispered to the others. <i>"They could become too sure about the future and that may cause them to change their decisions. I just do not think that it would be a smart thing to do, it may lead to their destruction."</i>
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