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Postby Tarien » Sat Jan 04, 2003 12:34 pm

Birds chirp as the morning awakes. A scream shatters the peaceful silence, and alerts Elven-ears. A golden-haired Elf-maiden rushes into the Hall of Fire. On the floor lay Elrond, and beside him sits Arwen Evenstar, weeping. The maiden walks over, suprise, shock, and distress on her face, which turns to anger and betrayl as she nears the Lord. Kneeling beside him, she takes a dart from his shoulder, the tip now red with blood. But how could so small a weapon fell...her question was answered even before it was finished. Poison. <BR><BR>She sat almost as if transfixed, even as the others, farther away and slower to come, arrived in the Hall. Elrond was a mightly Lord, and a Elven-ring bearer. Normally, the Noldorian Elf could sense his presence, even before she saw him; now this was not so. In her mind, she sought him, but without avail. Two hands descended onto her shoulders, causing her to look up. Glorfindel stood over her, and a brief thought flickered between them, as they reached the same conclusion. She stood to leave. <BR>'No.' <BR>She turned suddenly. <BR>'You will fall, also, if you leave without guard, plan, or preperation. Wait.' But even as he spoke, another walked to them. Yavemir, the healer-apprentice of the Lord of Imladris, held out her hand. The Elf-maid handed her the dart. A small crowd had, by this time, assembled in the Hall. <BR>'Enough.' Glorfindel strode over and lifted Elrond, following Yavemir and the dart-finder away to his own chamber. The threesome entered a large, open room, and Glorfindel laid his burden on the bed. The healer studied the dart intently, but the maiden walked to the still Lord, and reached out her hand, lightly touching her fingers to the wound on his shoulder. As soon as she did, she fell back, eyes open wide. Glorfindel caught her as she fell, and stared into her eyes. <BR>'What did you see?'<BR><BR>A knock came at the door.
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Postby Arwen902 » Sat Jan 04, 2003 2:04 pm

<BR>(Ooc. Hi<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Do you mind if I join in?<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><i>Amriya had also heard the scream and ran in from the gardens to see what had happened. A deathly quiet had descended over the hall of fire and the rooms surrounding it and the red-haired she-elf knew at once that something terrible had happened. She pushed open the doors and found the lady Arwen sitting on the floor, a red stain was spreading across the ground and Amriya didn't need to move any closer to realise what it was. Blood.<BR><BR>She quickly moved further into the room and laid a hand on Arwen's shoulder, the lady turned to her with tears streaming down her cheeks and Amriya asked,</i><BR><BR>What happened?...Who?...<BR><BR><i>But Arwen only began to cry again and Amriya felt strong hands on her shoulders, pulling her away. A soft voice murmered in her ear,</i><BR><BR>Come away now. You'll only upset the lady more. <BR><BR><i>She felt her anger rising again. They didn't trust her. And for all the wrong reasons. They didn't trust her because she had red hair which was very unusual for an elf and she had the name Amriya which meant cursed which she was convinced she was. She was also a mercenary and a thief which was the real reason not to trust her but they didn't know that. <BR><BR>She meant them no harm anyway, she had come here as a wounded elf who merely needed help and they had given her that, but now she felt she had outstayed her welcome. But if she was right about who had been behind this they would all need her help. She spun angrily to face the elf restraining her and said in no more that a whisper,</i><BR><BR>I'm trying to help. Why can't any of you see that? Now, where did they go?<BR><BR><i>When no-one answered her she said,</i><BR><BR>Fine. I think I can guess anyway.<BR><BR><i>And stormed out of the room. She didn't mean to be angry, especially as something so bad had happened, but sometimes she just couldn't help it. Finding what she guessed was the right room she knocked on the door then pushed it open. Amriya gasped when she saw who was on the bed,</i><BR><BR>Lord Elrond! What happened?
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Postby Tarien » Sat Jan 04, 2003 5:56 pm

'Poison.' Said a voice, elven-clear. Amriya turned, and looked twards the foot of the bed. Two golden-haired Elves stood there: Glorfindel and one other. He looked twards the Lady beside him. <BR>'I think you may have found a companion.' He said with a smile. She stepped twards Amriya, and Glorfindel spoke again. 'Find who did this! I will stay with the Lord, and see if I may heal him.' <BR>'My Lord and Lady!' Yavemir, healer-apprentice of Elrond Halfelven, cried. The Lady looked over. 'This poison I do not know. But it burns, even to the touch.' Glorfindel walked over and took the dart, touching the side of the tip. He gasped slightly and drew his hand away, as if the blood burned him. <BR>'Morgoth.' He said. He looked to the Lady. 'For this there is only one cure.' Her eyes widened slightly, and sorrow played on her features. <BR>'I know.' <BR>'And one place it may be found.' <BR>She hung her head. <BR>'Then I will return home.' She said.<BR>'If your garden is intact.' He replied, further confusing Amriya. Then they seemed aware of her again, and the Lady turned to their guest.<BR>'Will you come with me? The journey will take long, and take you far, and I cannot promise the road is safe. I will go alone if I must.'
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Postby Palindrome » Sat Jan 04, 2003 6:38 pm

((Can I join?))<BR><BR>Mina jumped as a scream pierced the air. She looked around quickly, trying to place were it had come from. She chewed on her finger nails, a nervous, human habit that most of her kin found disgusting. Traveling with Men had caused her to pick up such things. She frowned, brushing a piece of her ebony hair behind her ears as her mind placed the sound. The Hall of Fire. She took off quickly, a sick feeling of dread growing in her stomach. She paused for a moment outside the Hall. There was a sound from within, weeping. Something was horribly wrong.<BR>Pushing aside her doubts and fears, she ran in and froze in her tracks as she saw Elrond lying on the floor. There were others there, she vaguely knew, but her mind wad too numbed with shock. She took a step foreward, her young face darkening.<BR>"He.....he's not dead...is he?" she whispered to no one, unable to take her eyes off the terrible sight. The others where now lifting the fallen Lord, carrying him to another chamber. Silently, Mina followed, lingering in the door way, watching. She was still quite young and small; keeping out of sight came easier to her. Once again, she began to bite her nails.
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Postby +*^*Syxx-Wormtongue+*^*+ » Sun Jan 05, 2003 4:05 am

<i>A great clattering of hooves could be heard over the stone floor outside the dwelling of the great Lord Elrond. A horse and rider were leaving Imladris, fast, and certainly, in haste. The horse was a deathly black, ragged creature, with a bad conformation and an evil eye. It's rider, equally rugged, bent over, and badly conformated, nudged the sweating steed with silver, chinking spurs. Her deed was done, and she could now return to Orthanc, the fortress of her master, the Wizard Saruman, and father, Grima Wormtongue.<BR><BR>Syxx Wormtongue was the splitting image of her father in female form, dark, black, and harsh tongued. Syxx was of both bloods, a caliberation of both Isengard and... Rohan. She knew that there had been no desire between her parents... at least, not both ways. Eowyn, niece of the great King Theoden had been her father's desire for ages and ages, and... Syxx... the unfortunate, unloved, mistake of a result.<BR><BR>And now, as her tired horse puffed along with every strain to canter, Syxx finally felt pleased... it had been her, not her father, to serve the wizard Saruman in this duty... To put an end to the Elven Lord, Elrond.</i>
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Postby +*^*Syxx-Wormtongue+*^*+ » Sun Jan 05, 2003 4:06 am

[OOC Double post whoops! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>]
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Postby Arwen902 » Sun Jan 05, 2003 8:37 am

<BR><i>Amriya smiled at the elf though she knew that her confusion must be showing in her eyes. She had barely understood a word that had passed between the two of them but hopefully all would become clear soon. She had a sinking feeling that she knew who had done this but it was not the person she had first thought.<BR><BR>She took the dart from Glorfindel and examined it carefully, she touched the tip of it and out of the corner of her eye saw the look that Glorfindel gave the healer when the poison didn't appear to burn Amriya. This certain poison had been meant for a specific reason, it had been meant for Elrond, someone true of heart and purely good which was why she wasn't burnt. The rune that would've been engraved on it, if it had been the person she thought, wasn't there. Handing the dart back to the healer she said to the elf-maiden next to Glofindel,</i><BR><BR>Yes I will come with you, though I must warn you that in many places I am not especially popular. But could you please explain a few things to me, like where are we going? And also, what is your name?
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Postby Tarien » Sun Jan 05, 2003 11:21 am

So sorry this post doubled......so, so sorry.<BR><BR>But, Syxx, have thought of job for you if you don't think I am complete ungracious idiot.<BR><BR>The real assasin is an Elf, who left on foot as soon as the dart was thrown. She is not going to Isengard. You, leaving later on a tattered black horse, could lead the good guys(or girls) to Isengard, away from the true threat. Haven't planned further than this, but tell me what you think!
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Postby Tarien » Sun Jan 05, 2003 11:25 am

OOC: Sorry, Syxx, but I already had a bad girl planned to poison Elrond. But you can work with her, if you still want to be in the story. <BR><BR>IC: 'I doubt, Amriya, that the ghosts will care.' She looked at Glorfindel, and he nodded. 'Only one place can be found the flowers he needs. Gondolin, if any of the gardens still live. For to Valimar none now can go, least us.' She smiled slightly. 'And for my name, I am Tarien.' <BR><BR>Suddenly, she looked sharply to the door. 'Come in!'
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Postby Arwen902 » Sun Jan 05, 2003 2:05 pm

<BR><i>Amriya smiled and nodded,</i><BR><BR>Then to Gondolin we go. <BR><BR><i>She moved forward to the side of the bed then sat down. Sighing she stroked the hair back from Elrond's forehead, his forehead was boiling but he didn't move at all even when she placed her ice cold fingers against his skin. She whispered softly to no-one in particular,</i><BR><BR>Sérë sín herunya.<BR>(I'm not sure it's right but should translate to, Rest now my Lord.)<BR><BR><i>She looked up at Tarien and Glorfindel,</i><BR><BR>The poison is taking hold, though very slowly...I do not now who would do such a thing but I think I know someone who might be able to tell us...<BR><BR><i>Her voice trailed away as she saw the figure standing in the doorway.</i>
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Postby Palindrome » Sun Jan 05, 2003 3:21 pm

Mina took a step back, jolted out of her thoughts, then scowling as she mentally scolded herself for not paying attention. She should have found a hiding spot or something... She was far too curious for her own good, but whenever people found her trying to watch something interesting (such as this), they always assumed she had done something wrong.<BR>"I wasn't doing anything," she said quickly, more out of habit than anything else, and looking guilty in spite of herself. "So you guys don't have to look at me like that!"<BR>Taking her mind off that topic, she turned her attention to Elrond.<BR>"So, what happened to him?," she asked as casually as she could, though a slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.
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Postby Tarien » Sun Jan 05, 2003 4:19 pm

'Lord Elrond has been poisoned, I do not know by whom. He is strong, but what is in his blood now is not weak. I have seen it before, though it has varied effects on different races.' Tarien hung her head. 'It has a special predilection twards Elves, not killing them, but rather corrupting their hearts. I pray that his Half-Elven heritage will protect him, and it will not destroy his mind, blackening his heart, and we will still know the one who wakes, and nor does it kill him outright.' <BR>She looks hard at Mina, allowing the younger Elf to see the fire in her placid eyes, and also the knowledge. <BR>'You may come with us, Mina, if you desire.' A smile alights on the corner of her mouth. 'And I believe you already know where we are going.'
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Postby Tarien » Sun Jan 05, 2003 4:36 pm

Suddenly, Tarien looks down at the blood on her hand from where she touched Elrond's shoulder. It hadn't burnt her fingers. Slowly, as if some other will controlled her, she touched the tip of her indes finger to the tip of her tounge. It burned, then, but she saw through the pain, forcing images into her mind. Other blood than Elrond's was mixed in, and it seemed like....her own. She looked at her hand to see if it was cut, but.....no. <BR>'Elbereth!' She thought. A moment later she realized from everyone's stares that she had spoken aloud. Glorfindel stared into her eyes, and she felt that most of her thoughts, which now dwelled on the blood, had been read by the dead Prince. He walked over to her, and whispered into her ear so softly even she could barely hear.<BR>'I think you know who did this.' <BR>She turned around to look at him, eyes wide. <BR>'Elarmor?' she squeaked almost silently.<BR>He nodded.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sun Jan 05, 2003 7:18 pm

Quimrill brought his horse to a halt as hooves on the road ahead echoed. A brown she-bale wolf materialized out of the dense brush and sat on its hunches next to his horse’s flanks. He was tall and muscled, and his gray eyes gleamed ahead.<BR><BR>“Now stay still Alexi,” the man soothed her, “we don’t want you shot”<BR><BR>He hadn’t been sure whether to expect a welcome or not. Quim had been to Rivendell several times but still got sparatic sentries checking him. As the horse drew near he tensed, the hooves were heavy for that of a elfish mount.<BR><BR>Even as he thought it the black demon of a horse flew around the bend and tore pass. The riders face was unfamiliar and he felt a shudder go up his spine. At first his hand flew to his belt but he knew it would be unwise to detain a rider from Rivendell for they were often sent on important errands; besides he knew if the elves had not wanted her to leave she would not have.<BR><BR>The rider and horse rounded the next corner and the hooves receded. Quim urged Ren (his horse) to a jog and Alexi went back to the bushes as they approached Rivendell. <BR><BR>Immediately he knew something was wrong, there were far less songs than usual and the few that broke the tranquility were those of grief, at least as far as he could gather with his limited knowledge of the Elfish language.<BR><BR>The hall of fire was crowded with what he thought must be every elf in Rivendell, indeed he could find no one to tend his horse and he left Ren outside, promising to be back later to tend him. He pushed into the crowd Alexi trotting at his heals. Only a few gave him looks of exasperation as many recognized him or at least Alexi from earlier visits.<BR><BR>Blood stained the floor and many elves stood about talking excitedly and others looking sorrowfully around the room, a few had tears streaming down their faces and their voices lifted in mournful songs.<BR><BR>“Elrond…”<BR><BR>“Assassin’s dart…”<BR><BR>“Poison? Only way…”<BR><BR>Quimrill caught snatches of conversation around the room that told him all he needed. He made his way to the door and looked about one of the many courtyards. Across the way, many elves were gathered and he rushed over to them and then up the staircase they were blocking. <BR><BR>He arrived at a door were many others stood expressing various levels of concern, many appeared to be meditating though no one sang. He tapped softly on the door and pushed it slightly open.<BR><BR>“What has happened to Lord Elrond?” he asked the first who rose to restrain any further movement into the room, “I had hope to see him, but I fear from what I have….”<BR><BR>His eyes fell on the Elf lord lying in his bed, Alexi’s ears went down and she cowered against his legs. She had become attached to Elrond on her visits here as he had given her some small special attention, as she was uncommon enough to draw attention to herself.<BR><BR>“I see, do you know who did this?”…<BR>
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Postby nieninque » Sun Jan 05, 2003 7:51 pm

(OOC: I hope you don't mind if I join.)<BR><BR>Nieninque sat on an overhang near Rivendell. She always loved to gaze at the city and its beautiful gardens. She wore a black cloak and was dressed like a ranger. Her brown boots came up to her knees and around her neck was a small, silver pendant in the shape of a tear. She had blond hair that went about 6 inches below her shoulders and stormy blue eyes. She suddenly sensed a cry from within Rivendell. It was Elrond. The day had come when he was to be taken over. She got up and looked about, searching for any sign of movement. She saw none. Whom ever did this, knew much about the land around Rivendell. Nieninque pulled out a small flute and played a tune on it. Thundering hooves could be heard and bursting out from the depths of the forest, was a great brown buck. He skidded to a stop infront of Nieninque and Nieninque hopped on. They traveled from the mountain to the area below as quickly as they could. She jumped off the buck and banged on the door of the hall. <BR><BR>"Come in!"<BR><BR>She skidded to a stop to see a party standing around Elrond. Arwen right by his side. Almost everyone was weeping or in some form of distress. She jogged right over to Elrond and bent down near him. She saw the small puncture in his shoulder and knew that it was a poisoness dart.<BR><BR>Nieninque reached into her small pouch and pulled out a tiny, brown, leather, pouch tied with a string. She put her fingers within the pouch and pulled out a pinch of silvery powder. She pulled away the clothing so she could see the wound and spinkled the powder over the area. The wound glowed a brilliant violet and then faded. Nieninque put the pouch away and stepped back from Elrond.<BR><BR>"I am sorry to come into here so abruptly. My name is Nieninque. I was sitting on the ledge over there and heard the scream. The powder I put on the wound helps him fight the poison. It will not last long, but it gives him help and time. He will not die from this, but he needs all the help he can get. I am guessing you already established that the flowers that are needed are found in Gondolin?"<BR><BR>(OOC:Sorry to come in so abruptly!! I have som advice for you Tarien. Make sure your posts are long. This thread has some short posts in it not just from you but from other people as well. Be sure to make your posts lengthy or this thread will be locked because of One Liners. I am not yelling or anything, I just don't want to see this thread to be locked.)
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Postby Aragorn_Elfstone » Mon Jan 06, 2003 5:08 am

((Can I join))<BR><BR>A man dressed in black approaches the dwellings of Rivendell. At first glance he seems evil but then after considering it longer you could make out that he was a Ranger. The Lord Elrond had always welcomed Aragorn to Imladris while he was alive. <BR><BR>Upon entering he came to the chamber where Elrond was layed. "I am Aragorn a Ranger of the North," he said in a somber voice to all, "I hear the news but, on my way here I found some Atehlas. It has been a time since he was shot but I'll try to help slow the poison." <BR><BR>He calls for a pot of boiling water a crushes some Athelas leaves into it. "This should help slow the poison," he says.<BR><BR>Turning to Tarien he says, "I will come with you on your quest for the flowers. You must have a guard."
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Postby Aragorn_Elfstone » Mon Jan 06, 2003 5:08 am

Sorry about that
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Postby Aragorn_Elfstone » Mon Jan 06, 2003 5:09 am

Oops, sorry this doubled...
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Postby Arwen902 » Mon Jan 06, 2003 6:18 am

<BR><i>Startled by the sudden rush of visitors, Amriya stood from where she had been sitting beside Lord Elrond and out of habit her hand moved to the hilt of her sword. She knew she was safe here but after the cold looks that she had got from some of the other elves the day she had arrived and the whispered conversations she had heard behind her back wherever she went had caused her to start carrying it again. She was aware it probably made her look unfriendly but a lot of these elves didn't trust her anyway so there seemed no harm in protecting herself at the same time.<BR><BR>Still wary of the strangers though now knowing that they meant no trouble and that they were only concerned for their Lord, Amriya relaxed, letting Tarien explain again what had happened. She heard Glorfindel say to Tarien, "I think you know who did this," and when Tarien replied, "Elarmor?" She looked up suddenly. She had heard that name before many times but could not quite remember the person although she was sure they had met. <BR><BR>Amriya decided that she would have to try to find Dahlia and ask her about all this. She would know why someone had tried to murder Elrond. She didn't say any of this to the elves present though, they would take it the wrong way. Dahlia worked with whatever dark power was around and looking for assassins, theives and spies, she had also taught Amriya everything she knew about those three things. Dahlia had hoped for them to become one of the greatest assassin pairs working for the dark powers but Amriya had got scared. She had known that the penalty for failing a job was death and wasn't convinced she could do it so she had become a mercenary where the only penalty for failure was not geting paid.<BR><BR>She stayed relaxed all through Tariens explanation, casually looking at all the people who might become her companions and guessing how well they could fight as this journey would probably lead to plenty of fighting. If someone had tried to poison Lord Elrond there was the probability that they would try to kill the people trying to heal him. <BR><BR>Suddenly another figure appeared in the doorway and this arrival caused Amriya to take an involantary step backwards into the shadows for she recognised the clothes and figure as a ranger of the north. One of her least favourite groups of people as they didn't approve of her line of work and tried to stop it in any way possible. She kept her eyes fixed on this figure, suddenly wary, and yet again her hand strayed to her sword hilt.</i>
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Postby Palindrome » Mon Jan 06, 2003 2:58 pm

Mina watched all the people that had suddenly come into the room with a raised eyebrow. Disasters and such things always seemed to draw people around like flies to horses. They probably had good intentions, but sometimes it was hard when something awful happened and a bunch of people were around... Pushing away some bad old memories, she leaned back against the wall, grinning sarcastically and scratching as her pointed ear absently.<BR>"Why don't we charge admission? Everyone's so worried about him, we'd made a fortune."
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Postby Tarien » Mon Jan 06, 2003 8:00 pm

Tarien glances around the room, and again her eyes lock onto Glorfindel.<BR><i>You will have to kill her this time, you know.</i> He thought. Tarien's eyes widen.<BR><i>I..I cannot! It would destroy...</i><BR><i>Then this will happen again. You know exactly what was on that dart.</i><BR><i>And I know the cure.</i><BR>At this, the Elf-Prince strode angrily across the room to her, taking her shoulder and shaking her. <BR>'And what if next time you are too late!' He screams, then points sharply to the bed, and leaned twards her. 'What if you already are.' She slaps his hand off her arm, and faces the others. <BR>'Take only what you need. We ride.' She glances at Mina. 'Before anyone else shows up.' She glares at Glorfindel. 'Block the door once we leave! The Lord is not an exibit for every curious traveller.' She walks over, and lays her long, pale hand across Elrond's brow, closing her eyes. Without words, only emotion, she conveyed what strength and hope she could, swaying slightly with the effort. <BR>Then she turns on her heel and walks out, with the others in startled tow.
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Postby Aralas » Mon Jan 06, 2003 9:02 pm

(Is there room for one more?)<BR><BR>Some time later, as the party was some ways away from Rivendell, several armored men rode swiftly by in the direction of the Elfin city. Puzzled, the group wa startled by a shrill cry far in the woods to the south. <BR><BR>Nieninque said, "That is the sound of Orcs! What would they be doing so far up here?"<BR><BR>"They are heading for Rivendell," A mounted figure rode form the shadows of some fallen trees nearby. He was wearing a green cloak with a hood and brown leather boots. At his side hung a maticulously polished longsword. "I am Aralas, a Ranger from Bree."<BR><BR>Amria put her hand on her sword not sure if this was a friend or foe.<BR>"Do not be afraid. I am on your side." Another shrill cry came from the trees. "There is not much time. The riders that rode before you were heading to give word to Rivendell of the danger."<BR><BR>"How did Orcs get so close to Rivendell's borders without them being noticed?" Tarien said.<BR><BR>"They must have come west from the misty mountains," Aragorn replied, "But the question is, will they be able to hold them off?"<BR><BR>"Rivendell's walls are strong. The number is not many but our forces are fatigued and are preparing to retreat back there. We managed to capture an Uruk-Hai. It said something about Elrond and somekind of trap. Do ou know of any of this?"<BR><BR>"We will tell you what you need to know," Tarien said, "If you wish to help Elrond come with us."<BR><BR>"That I will do. Now enough talk, we must ride."
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Postby Renctar » Tue Jan 07, 2003 12:29 am

Quimrill’s jaw tightened, he had not meant to be caught up in some sort of quest. He had only wanted to talk to Elrond on a matter of importance. Now that the Elf Lord was incapacitated, though aided by enough medicines and special remedies to perhaps slow the poison enough to allow him to live a long and productive life, Quim found his quest unfulfilled.<BR><BR>He did not really know what to do at this point, except follow the others. Apparently some of the elves knew where they were going but they had not bothered to spread that knowledge to the ones who did not know.<BR><BR>Alexi trotted along beside him, none of the elves had shown surprise at her company, but then, elves were good at not showing surprise at almost anything. The assassination attempt on Elrond had brought out a more hidden side of their emotion.<BR><BR>He would naturally show grief himself, but the world had hardened him against the deaths of comrades, even one so special as Elrond, and again, Elrond was not dead and there was still hope. While hope remained despair had no foothold.<BR><BR>The tall man rode along quietly on his stallion, watching the forest. His dark blond hair was medium length and tucked behind his ears to keep it out of his face. His piercing gray eyes took in his surroundings and his muscled frame, covered by the brown breeches, dark green shirt, and cloak of a woods guide, seemed to be more or less relaxed in his saddle.<BR><BR>He considered leaving the group, he was sure they would not miss him this soon, and coming back later, hopefully to find Elrond better. But of course even as the thought entered he knew he could not entertain it for long and he pushed it from his head almost immediately. He would carry on a while yet, need or not, it was the least he could do for Elrond’s services in the past.<BR><BR>Quimrill rode up alongside Tarien and spoke to her quietly, “Hale, I am Quimrill, an...aquaintence of Elrond... did Rivendell send forth a rider today, by chance? A woman on a black horse and wearing black besides, with pale skin?”…<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue Jan 07, 2003 12:32 am

(oops, my last post was on my new account, but its still me ^_^ )
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Postby Aragorn_Elfstone » Tue Jan 07, 2003 4:30 am

Aragorn, on his horse, turns toward Amriya and says, " What made you afraid of me before and gave you the impulse to grip your sword hilt? I have never met you before I believe so I cannot understand your actions." <BR><BR>"Explain yourself," says Aragorn forcefully while gazing at the newcomers.<BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Jan 07, 2003 9:04 am

<BR><i>Riding forward so she could talk to Aragorn without either of them having to turn, Amriya gazed over the lands for a few minutes while thinking about what to answer and how much she should reveal to him. He was right, they hadn't met before but she had always had trouble trusting prople she didn't know, much less a ranger.<BR><BR>As she thought about this, her mind drifted back to the last time she had met a ranger of the north and had nearly got herself killed. She reached up a hand to tuck back a lock of red hair that had fallen across her eyes and her hand brushed the faint scar on her neck. Amriya had been in a bar, minding her own business, when a man who had a bag of money just hanging out of his pocket walked by. <BR><BR>Not able to resist the temptation and needing the money to pay for her room, she took it. The only thing she didn't know was that the money had been put there on purpose to catch thieves like her and the man was a ranger of the north who called himself The Wanderer. They had got in a fight, he had very nearly cut her throat, and then Amriya had been forced to do something she'd never done before, or since, run from a fight.<BR><BR>Amriya turned back to Aragorn and answered finally, </i><BR><BR>I have a bit of a problem trusting people and the last time I met a ranger, he tried to kill me.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue Jan 07, 2003 5:59 pm

“Apparently manners are lost on some among us,” Quimrill turned from Tarien, to Aragorn, “One wonders how he finds himself with the right to be so brash, if you’ll excuse me?”<BR><BR>Quim was only slightly appalled by Aragorn’s demand for an answer. He had been more or less raised, to respect people, women especially despite their creed or code. It was a great pet peeve of his, one that often got him in trouble, but he was usually up to it. He was a ranger, or at least named one by those he had helped, but that was a side he kept hidden for the most part until danger called.<BR><BR>“I would not usually bother my friend but you seem a decent and moral man,” Quimrill softened his voice, “and while I am not your judge, I felt inclined. I am Quimrill by the way, from the North”…<BR>
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Postby Tarien » Tue Jan 07, 2003 6:13 pm

Tarien rode ahead slightly, but hearing a question she dropped back.<BR>'No, no riders save this party have issued from Rivendell today, to my knowledge.' She sounded quizzical. 'What did she look like?' An urgent tone came into her voice. 'Black hair and pale skin?' Her mind raced, and she decided to break the long-held rule, and ask the fatal question.<BR>'Friend, did she look anything like me?'<BR><BR>OOC: I am starting an OOC thread for Mirrorelf...
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Postby Palindrome » Tue Jan 07, 2003 6:47 pm

Mina jogged along beside the others, panting a little as she tried to keep up. She could have slowed her pace enough to not fall terribly far behind, but she wanted to listen to what they were talking about. It was all very wonderful and exciting, though perhaps she was the only one who felt so. As of now, Mina all but lived for adventure and new experiences. After all, life didn't have much point unless you saw as much of it as you possibly could, right? She tilted her head, trying to get a look at the ranger. She had been told they were rude, nasty, dangerous folk, and this one seemed especially interesting. If a little impolite, but he could just be having a bad day...Turning to get a look at the rest of their strange little group, her feet seemed to suddenly get tangled beneath her, and she tripped, falling with a hard thump.<BR>'Gah, who ever heard of a clumsy elf? I gotta pay more attention...'<BR>
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Postby Tarien » Tue Jan 07, 2003 7:13 pm

So sorry this spammed......the actual post is just below this one, but I like it better, and everyone else always edits the second post out, so I'm editing the first. <BR><BR>This makes sense to me.
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