The Quest to Retake Moria

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Postby Ugluk » Mon Dec 29, 2003 5:01 pm

<b>The Quest to Retake Moria</b> <BR><BR><BR>Deep in the caves below Ered Nimrais, in the latter days of King Eldarion’s reign, a Dwarf strode, muttering into his beard. He stopped suddenly, and stared down a long cavern, his mouth a little open, eyes shining in delight. Long stalactites extended down from the ceiling, shining in the torchlight, as if uncut gems still glittered upon them. <BR>“Gimli spoke often of the wonders of these caves, and I thought his tongue exaggerated. But he was right: You have not known true wonder until you have gazed upon them,” the Dwarf said softly. <BR>“Master Dwarf,” the Man of Rohan said softly. “Come.” <BR>The Dwarf paused for a long moment, as if he could barely tear himself away from the sight, then finally turned and stumped after the Man. <BR>The Dwarf’s name was Farin. He came from the Lonely Mountain, where he was a very important Dwarf, being a close relation of Dain’s. Still young enough to have good eyesight, yet very wise, he had journeyed to these Glittering Caves not to see their beauty - but to make ready for another journey he would take, with many others of his kind. <BR>It was to Khazad-dum they would be journeying. They were going to retake Moria. <BR>Farin had been planning it for fifty years now. He had heard of Gimli’s tales of the Dwarrowdelf from both Gimli and his own father, and they had fascinated him. Always, deep within the hearts of Dwarves, the desire burned to claim the halls of their fathers, Khazad-dum, back from the Orcs and terror that had drove them away. <BR>None had tried save Balin, long ago. And he failed, because of Durin’s Bane. <BR>But Durin’s Bane was no more. Gandalf the Wizard had taken care of him, and now naught but Orcs stood between him and becoming Lord of Moria. <BR>The Man of Rohan showed Farin into a good-sized room, where several benches stood around a small table. A platter with a good portion of meat lay upon it, along with a good pitcher of beer. <BR>Farin nodded his thanks, and bowing, the Man left. Farin sat down and lay his heavy double-bladed axe against the low bench - low enough for Dwarves. <BR>Farin had a dark black beard and hair. He wore a leather jerkin beneath his heavy mail, covering his body, rendering it impenetrable to a sword-strike, or even to an arrow. A light helm was on his head, which he now removed and set on the bench. Farin loosed his heavy gloves and set them upon the helm, and took a piece of the meat, tearing into it hungrily. <BR>The Dwarf was quite wealthy. He was a chief minor in the Lonely Mountain, and had accumulated much gold and gems in his own hoard. He was third in command at the Mountain, and was widely regarded as the best Dwarf with an axe in his hands since the days of Thorin Oakenshield. <BR>His brother Grimir would be leading a large band of Dwarves, three hundred strong, and would be meeting them at the Eastern gate of Khazad-dum, by a much different route, from the Lonely Mountain nearly straight South. <BR>Farin was meeting the other leaders of the Quest here, at the Glittering Caves, where they would go over their plans and discuss other strategies. Finally, after setting their plans, they would ride across the Riddermark to the edges of Fangorn Forest, whose border they would stay by as they went around it, all the way up to Dimril Dale. <BR>Several of these Dwarves lived here, at the Glittering Caves, which was why Farin had chosen this place for the meeting. Several more were from Gondor, and there was a few more he had chosen for their various skills. <BR>Farin snorted as he finished his meat. It was already past the time he had set, and not one had showed yet. His gaze went to the wooden door, set in stone, and wondered how soon the others would arrive. <BR>
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Postby the_elf_friend » Tue Dec 30, 2003 7:18 pm

Mârdin moved along the halls of the Glittering Caves as quietly as he could, which was quite loudly considering the Dwarf’s heavy chain mail and rather chubby build. He silently cursed the fact that he had decided to wear full armour in an attempt to look wise and impressive, but failing miserably.<BR><BR>He had heard that a private conference was taking place in one of the chambers deep in the Caves. An enormously important Dwarf would be present, along with several men, and perhaps even an Elf or two. His heart lept at the thought of seeing one of these fabled creatures, wise, immortal, and graceful. <i>I could do with some of that grace at the moment,</i> he thought wryly as he stumbled over a loose stone in his path.<BR><BR>His cousin, Rín, was under strict orders from Mârdin’s parents to restrain him from doing anything "idiotic". Therefore, he was forbidden to attend this conference.<BR><BR>This fueled the legendary Dwarvish stubborness, making him even more determined to go.<BR><BR>So when Rín stepped out of the room for a discussion with the mission leader (more likely a trip to the kitchens for an ale), Mârdin had slipped out the door in search of the conference room. <BR><BR>Now, he took a peek into a room. A dining room. The next was a parlour, the next a storage room, the next the kitchen, which he quickly darted past. A sitting room. A bedroom. A conference room – <BR><BR>Conference room? He quickly retraced his steps to the heavy oak door, open just a crack. Taking a glance inside, he saw a a richly dressed Dwarf, seated on a bench drawn up to a small table, eating a truly splendid looking piece of meat. His own stomach began to rumble hungrily, as he suddenly remembered that he had not had anything to eat since breakfast.<BR><BR>The Dwarf had a magnificently long beard tucked into his thick leather belt. Mârdin quickly compared it to his own and was irked to see that the stranger’s was longer. The leather of his clothing was good quality, the mail of good make. He looked closely at the emblem embroidered on his jerkin.<BR><BR>"Erebor," he said out loud.<BR><BR>The other Dwarf’s head jerked up. "Who are you? Do you not know that this is a private room, boy?"<BR><BR>The rational side of his brain urged him to stay silent, but his pride got the better of him. "I am Mârdin, son of Móril, Lord of the Iron Hills, Warrior of Dain's Army. And who are you?" <i>Teach him not to make fun of a Lord. Boy, indeed!</i><BR><BR>"And I am Farin, son of Borin, Lord of Erebor, kinsman of the King under the Mountain." Farin’s fierce black eyes glared into Mårdin’s relentlessy.<BR><BR>Mârdin gulped. Here he was, standing face to face with the greatest warrior since Thorin Oakenshield himself! What should he do? His mind groped helplessly for the right words, and finding none, he simply bowed clumsily and mumbled, "My Lord."<BR><BR>Farin scruinized the younger Dwarf, nodded to himself and said, "Well, you might as well sit down. No use standing there doing nothing, is there?" He settled himself back on the low bench, pulled out his pipe and stuck it between his lips.<BR><BR>Mârdin sat, hardly believing his luck. <i>I suppose that was the right thing to do,</i> he thought, as he lit his own pipe.
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Wed Dec 31, 2003 9:27 am

Lindial rode at full gallop towards Helm's Deep. She had, of course, learned that there was a meeting to be held there, and could not restrain her curiousity and wanted to see what exactly it was about. Within about ten minutes Helm's Deep loomed before her, and she rode Hathgar up the causeway and into the Deep. She dismounted, and left her horse in the care of some dwarves. <BR><BR> She had often been to Helm's Deep, and knew the inhabitants very well. She almost ran towards the Glittering Caves, and searched high and low for the conferance room. When she found it, she saw two dwarves sitting at the table. <BR><BR>After pulling back some of her hair, in order to cover her ears, which showed her Elven heritage, she walked in. "Hello, might I ask if this is the room that Farin son of Borin, Lord of Erebor called a very important meeting, one concerning Moria?"
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Postby Mithnen » Wed Dec 31, 2003 3:24 pm

Káin knew the Caves better than he knew himself. Having been born in the glittering underground, he was familiar with every passage, every hallway, and every corridor that most others were completely blind to the existence of. It was in the Glittering Caves that he had learned his craft and where he had gained renown. As he belonged to an exclusive company of smiths, he was often traveling to Minas Tirith and beyond. These journeys had brought to him two things: prosperity and adventure. He had no wife, no little Dwarflings about the heels, so he was also able to keep the ‘prosperity’ in tact. And as the ‘adventure’ part…we’ll say this: of the two, Káin certainly have chosen the latter over the prior any day. Which might be half the reason why I was called, he thought.<BR><BR>“…son of Borin, Lord of Erebor called a very important meeting…”<BR><BR>Káin stopped as he heard a fair voice inquire from within the closed oaken doors of the council room. He had never heard the likes of it before. If Elves had not all but vanished, he would have immediately put the voice to one of that race. Subconsciously, he felt the desire to hear the voice sing, reasoning that if its speech was alike to song then its song must be like enough to Aulë’s silver bells. <BR><BR>“…one concerning Moria?”<BR><BR>But while his subconscious yearned for music, his waking mind was forcing his feet to walk past the doors and continue down the corridor. Moria. He had long heard tales of Balin’s attempt to reclaim the realm. He had also heard tales of Durin’s Bane, the fiery demon of Khazad-dûm that had caused his failure. But now, here in the Fourth Age and many years into King Eldarion, Elessar’s son’s rule, the Balrog was only a tale, nothing more than a bedtime story to frighten young Dwarflings. <BR><BR>He shoved against the oaken doors and marched across the glittering floor, making his way to the two fellow Dwarves who sat seated around the table and a tall, fair female. It must have been her voice I heard, he remarked to himself.<BR><BR>“Lord Farin, I presume,” he started, bowing low so that his beard swept the floor. <BR><BR>“You presume rightly,” the elder Dwarf replied. “As does the tall one.” He gestured at the female.<BR><BR>“I am Káin Stormbringer, smith of the Glittering Caves,” he said. “I have come in response to your summons.”<BR><BR>(sorry, I messed up that name <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
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Postby qwertymoo » Thu Jan 01, 2004 12:10 pm

The trek to Edin Nimrais hadn’t been very uneventful for Graint as he made his way to this “meeting”. There were always roving orcs on the southern edge of the Misty Mountains: Isegaard wasn’t as safe as most believed; although, being a dwarf of the ‘renegade’ clan, as they thought of themselves, sharpened his cunning and tactics over the years. Traveling across the plains between the Misty Mountains and the White Mountains passed with relative quietness and gave him time to reflect on how the “meeting” might unfold.<BR><BR>His biggest fear was about to confront him, but it wouldn’t be a confrontation of metal, armor, or shields, but that of centuries old hatred and mistrust. The meeting was being held to discuss plans to fight for and retake Moria. <i> Such ironic fate, thought Graint.</i> He approached the pass that would lead him into the fabled Glittering Caves. <i> Ironic that the same group of dwarves, though centuries removed the perpetrators, be called upon for such a quest, when their ancestors had deserted Balin on his attempt to reclaim Moria - thus earning their namewright - dark dwarves of lost graces.<BR><BR>The area in and around the caves was busy: men of Rohan carried out their duties - horsemen Graint referred tot hem. He was initially surprised none seemed very interested that a dwarf had entered their midst, until he saw that quite a number of dwarves occupied the area as well.<BR><BR>The dwarves on the other hand did take notice of Graint almost immediately. Though rather uncustomary for a dwarf to be wearing only dark heavy leather coverings with virtually no armor, save his helm - that was not the reason for the looks of disdain. His beard was short cropped, albeit raggedly: the outward sign of shame. What infuriated some of the dwarves even more was that Graint dared grow the beard at all. Shame for a dwarf was to go clean-shaven: beardless. Graint never adhered to that strict code, as it was not he that left Balin to his fate so many years ago, it was his ancestors. He would honor that ‘shame’ only so far, but he wouldn’t be humiliated by it. <i> Let them think what they want, though Graint.</i><BR><BR>Here would start his battle - a battle for some shred of regret from this dwarf named Farin for the reputation his clan had earned on the Southwestern reaches of the Misty Mountains: those fighting the orcs that survived after he of the ‘White Hand’ had died. Apparently, the reputation that preceded him here was that of his beard’s showing. Several dwarves spat on the ground at his feet - the first mental axe to fall and chink away at his armor.<BR><BR>One of the men witnessing the spectacle took it upon himself to approach Graint and intervene. Recognizing Graint for what he represented (one of the renegade dwarves from the north), he said to Graint, “What may be your business within these caves ‘dark’ dwarf?” The man’s reference to ‘dark’ had no intent of disrespect but more in line with their dark history.<BR><BR>Looking up at the man, resplendid in his trapping and sword, Graint responded, “I am Graint with those of the ‘lost graces’. I have business with Farin of the Lonely Mountain: a meeting of great importance.”<BR><BR>“Ah, Moria. Yes, the conference is being held,” said the horseman. As he turned away from the dwarf and headed deeper into the caves, he called after Graint, “This way, if you would.”<BR><BR>As Graint followed past the shimmering walls, he heard muttered curses - more knife wounds into his armor of self-awareness. This was perhaps but a small skirmish compared to what lay before him in the meeting. Tact and subtlety: these were weapons he rarely carried. <i> You can’t survive with them in the wild, thought Graint. But, here they will be my only means of existence if he were to be a part of the dwarven kingdom again. </i><BR><BR>As they approached the doors to the council room, Graint steeled himself for an attack. Though being invited, Graint knew well that wasn’t necessarily welcome here. He thanked the soldier for his services and was left alone to battle his inner struggles. Taking the battle-axe from its holder at his back and using it as a walking staff, he pushed opened the oaken doors.<BR><BR>The hinges noiselessly gave way to the doors weight and opened into a spacious room; although, upon the occupants seeing who had entered, the room’s grandeur lessened considerably. Three dwarves and a half human (by the looks of her) stood looking at Graint: the dwarves with a hint of malice, the other nonthreatening. Graint entered the room, the butt of his axe thudding hollowly in the air. “Farin, Lord or Erebor?”, he asked generally of the dwarves.<BR><BR>“And who of such lowly stature, to be one of the dark dwarves of lost graces, would wish an audience with myself?” Farin glared at Graint. His dislike of this dwarven clan was slightly surpassed by that of the orcs that stood between himself and his plans in Moria. His weakness was in the skills that this clan had amassed over the years - cunning, guile, ruthless. Nonetheless, their lot were deserters, ancestors or no, and he wasn’t about to leave his guard down.<BR><BR>The verbal blade had hit its mark - the melee had started. <i>Tact and subtlety, thought Graint.</i>. Bowing at the waist, “Farin, Lord of Erebor, I am Graint of the ‘dark’ clan. Amongst the renegade I am known as Slitter, and offer our services on this daring venture.”<BR><BR>Parrying the thrust of Farin’s words left just as much a bitter taste as bile in this mouth: he was not but a couple steps removed from groveling.<BR><BR>“You admit your heritage, yet defile your face and our presence with your beard, Graint of the ‘renegade’,” retorted Farin. “Have you no shame?” The other two dwarves nodded in the displeasure in answer to their kin.<BR><BR>Another thrust had gotten under Graint’s parry. His face was darkening as he fought to keep his temper in check. “The shame you speak of Farin,” Graint’s voice shook slightly, “was that of my ancestors. The position they Balin in was abhorable. I am not my ancestors, that is why I am here in your service - if not to have come at your bequest.” This last, Graint knew, was also true and left Farin no room to argue Graint’s presence (or so he hoped).<BR>
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Postby -|---Anduril » Thu Jan 01, 2004 2:45 pm

Aerthos dismounted. He was tired after a days riding out on his own, even though he was still close to Edoras. He unattached his pack from his horse’s saddle, took out some food and drink and sat down on the ground for a bite. <BR><BR>The peace and quiet around him was astounding and a gentle breeze blew quietly, and easily enough he found his thoughts wandering back to his childhood, how he had sat with his father by the fire, while his father told him the stories of old, of ancient Numenore, tales of love like Beren and Luthein, tales of war tales of adventure, like Frodo’s and the Ring. His great-grandfather had been there, he had fallen in the battle on the Pelennor fields. But the person he had always admired was the past king, King Elessar. He looked up to him and held him with much honour, and wished that he could be as honourable and courageous as this King had, and follow in his footsteps.<BR><BR>His thoughts flowed to his training in Gondor, and how proud his dying father was when he was made Tower Guard. How he had moved to Rohan in search of his mother’s family after his father had passed away, and how he had trained to become a rider of Rohan.<BR><BR>But now here he was. He knew that his heart would never find peace if not in own adventure, just like his hero Aragorn had. He wanted honour, and finally he had asked for leave from the Riders of Rohan, at least just for a while, so that he could go in search of his own story.<BR><BR>Suddenly he looked up and realised that he had no idea where he was going outside the Riddermark. Should he return to Gondor? Or perhaps ride west into to Bree and perhaps one day even reach Hobbiton, and ride further to Arenor? But then he decided to ride North, past Helm’s Deep, see the Glittering Caves, past he Gap of Rohan, and after that wherever his feet would lead him.<BR><BR>Darkness started to fall. This was the first evening he was spending out in the open, since he left the Rohirrim, so he was still on safe lands, on the boarders of Edoras. He decided to call it a day, and see where he was swept off to in the morning. <BR><BR>But as he was lying in the dimming daylight, he started to worry again. Had he taken the right path? What if following this desire for adventure would only lead him to his death? But after all, he did not really have anywhere else to go. His mother’s family was not that fond of him, and perhaps that fuelled his desire to leave. As these concerns raced through his mind he fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Postby Lothloriel » Thu Jan 01, 2004 2:48 pm

Frorí woke to a pounding on the door. He mumbled and got up, swinging the door open to reveal a youngish Man of Rohan.<BR><BR>"The council's started, Master Frorí!" the boy cried. "There are several others there already!"<BR><BR>Frorí muttered a curse and stumped past the boy, heading towards the coucil chamber. Entering the chamber, he saw a tall woman and four Dwarves. One he recognized by description as Farin, the other principle leader of this Quest. Two others he did not recognize, but the fourth Dwarf.... His beard was cut short and ragged, a sign of shame. He and Farin were glaring at each other, an eruption immentent.<BR><BR>"Well?" Frorí asked, sitting down at the table. "Are we going to sit in silence all day or talk?"<BR><BR>"This..<i>renegade</i>," Farin spat, "thinks he will join us!"<BR><BR>"Why not?" Frorí asked, chewing at a piece of meat.<BR><BR>Farin and the other two dwarves stared at him.<BR><BR>"He is one of the Dark Dwarves!" one of them said at last. "His kin betrayed Balin! Abandoned him!"<BR><BR>"His ancestors, yes." Frorí said. "I know of no wrong he has done. What would you bring to this quest?" he asked, turning to the Dwarf.<BR><BR>"I bring knowledge of the way, and 700 of my kin would join with us at Dimrill Dale, my lord," the Dwarf replied, his dark eyes glistening.<BR><BR>"There, you see?" Frorí asked. "He will swell our numbers greatly. Will you still deny him enterance into our band?"
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Thu Jan 01, 2004 3:15 pm

Lindial, sensing the anger growing in the room, swiftly sat down without further words. She was used to their tempers and knew to stay out of arguments. She had gotten a broken nose once for breaking into a Dwarven fight once, and it had hurt her pride more than anything. Being pushed down by a dwarf was nothing to be proud of. <BR><BR><BR>"I bring knowledge of the way, and 700 of my kin would join with us at Dimrill Dale, my lord," the Dwarf replied, his dark eyes glistening.<BR><BR>"There, you see?" Frorí asked. "He will swell our numbers greatly. Will you still deny him enterance into our band?" <BR><BR>"I think that denying this Dwarf would cripple the efforts of our band, my Lord Farin," Lindial said in a soft voice, hoping not to anger the dwarves by getting into their business. "700 dwarves is a vast amount compared to a small band. Our hopes, I deem, are to retake moria and set a leader, you, I suppose, as Lord of Moria. Is this correct?"<BR><BR>"Yes..." replied Farin slowly. <BR><BR>"Then maybe it would be wise to think about all of this, again. 700 dwarves, short though they may be, no offence, is a good army. It is not great, but better than what we already have. Wouldn't you agree? So would we deny our chance for victory, because of one dwarf's ancestor's deeds? Would Frori not be redeeming his anscestor's acts of betrayal? I am sorry if I have stepped out of my place. It was not my intention to speak of this matter at all. You will have to forgive my 'wagging mouth.'"
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Postby Ugluk » Thu Jan 01, 2004 9:19 pm

Farin glanced around at the other three Dwarves, all looking at him, waiting for the verdict. They would follow his decision, whether it was to behead the renegade now or make him a brother. <BR><BR>Finally his gaze went back to Graint. The Dwarf stood silently, staring back into his eyes, without a trace of fear. <BR><BR>Farin liked that. Being around this renegade was indeed a disgrace, but still - Gimli of old held company with an Elf. And their chances would be heightened considerably. <BR><BR>"Very well," Farin pronounced, slowly. Graint bowed his head slightly. "But have a care," Farin growled. Graint looked back up. "I do not know what sort of Dwarf you are - but if you betray us my axe shall find your neck before it finds any Orc's." <BR>Graint nodded, and moved over to the bench. Farin slowly sat again, fingering his axe.
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Postby Galadtir » Fri Jan 02, 2004 8:05 am

When arrived to Edoras, Galadtir, former guard of the grey havens, famous elven warrior blessed by the scepter of Annuminas and king Elessar himself, spoke to Elfwine, the now king of Rohan. Galadtir had a message from Eldarion, the king of Gondor.<BR><BR>What was inside the envelope, he didn't knew, for his assignment was simply deliver this letter to Elfwine, the Rohirrim king. When he left Meduseld, and began walking in the streets of Edoras, he heard rumours of a dwarven meeting at the Glittering Caves, in Helm's Deep. So, he travelled there, in his horse EagleWing, to see the caves, for he had heard tales of those caves in the Havens, much apretiated by Gimli, the dwarf that went with the famous fellowship.<BR><BR>So, he arrived to the colossal Deep and entered the Glittering caves, he wandered for some time before discovering the council room and hearing this conversation:<BR><BR>"Farin, we need more people. Khazad-dum is filled with orcs, and we only have 1000 strong! Do you think it will be enough?<BR><BR>"He might be right" said Farin to the rest of the council "We may need more people to recover Moria."<BR><BR>All the council sat deliberating, Galadtir, always ready for battle and adventure, drew his sword and said:<BR><BR>"People of Amon Ereb, i will be glad to aid you in your quest! My blade is thirsty for orc blood!"<BR><BR>The council was amazed, to see an elf inside a cave, and indeed an elf at all, was a rare thing indeed:<BR><BR>"My good idiot, we do not accept help from elves!" said Farin <BR><BR>"Farin, we may use his aid to regain Khazad-dum!" said Frorí, still staring amazedly at the Elf <BR><BR>"I can bring you help from Imladris, but i will need a few weeks to arrive Khazad-dum with the company i command. Will you accept?"<BR><BR>The dwarven council was amazed, an elf willing to follow a dwarf to the deepest of caves<BR><BR>"Very well, we shall await for your company at Khazad-dum!" said Frorí<BR><BR>As Galadtir left the room, he saw a lady out of the corner of his eye. Amazed to see a lady in such fortress, he climbed his horse and left at full speed to Imladris. In the cave, there was still some talk about Galadtir:<BR><BR>"Well, he looks to be a kind one, at least he knows the dwarven customs........and he said he would bring a company of elven warriors from Imladris....." said Frorí<BR><BR>- Though they are elves, a company of them would be like an army of thousands by themselves. they can shoot as well, wich will prove to be useful against the orcish arrows in Khazad-dum- said a dwarf guard, near the door to the other dwarves.<BR><BR>Not quite a fortnight later, Galadtir and his weary horse arrived in Imladris and began to prepare 6 others to ride for Moria.
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Fri Jan 02, 2004 8:51 am

(OOC:: Galadtir, did you post your bio in the OOC thread? And hate to say this, but I think all of the elves had parted for Valinor, and only Half-Elves were left. And I would post something, but I have to go do my stupid exam.)
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Postby Galadtir » Fri Jan 02, 2004 9:33 am

(ooc: sorry <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> )
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Fri Jan 02, 2004 5:24 pm

"My Lords, have you thought about our enemies war tactics and the like so that we may be prepared to fight them?" asked Lindial, "1000 dwarves is a fair army, but an army twice this size could be cut down by well trained enemies in less than the time it takes for one heartbeat. In this case, the orcs have an advantage over us. Ambushing is their strong point, strategy is ours. In fact, if we let them ambush us, we will be more than likely to win."<BR><BR>"How is this so? If they ambush us we are sitting ducks," said Farin. <BR><BR>"Not really, my gracious lord. When we reach Lothlorien, and the full army is assembled, then we should take a smaller party out of the army, as bait.The party go ahead of us, and make a camp right outside of the Eastern Gate of Moria, while we hide and wait, maybe about 50 feet from the small encampment. The Orcs, having scouts, will see that they have an advantage and will stike at night. And this is where the rest of the army comes in. When the Orcs ambush the smaller segment, we ambush them, taking them completly by suprise."<BR><BR>"amazing. But why are we planning battle strategies so early?" asked Farin.<BR><BR>"If we do not plan in the beggining, then we might not have time to plan at all. It is best to plan way ahead of things, rather than at the last moment. The finer details, of course, should wait until the day before we arrive at our destination."
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Postby Galadtir » Fri Jan 02, 2004 5:42 pm

Lindial thought the strategy carefully, and then in her memory, a little spark came, and she spoke: <BR><BR>"That elf....what was his name......Galadtir? He could be the bait!<BR><BR>But Farin said:<BR><BR>"You heard what the elf said. 'it will take some time for me to get to Khazad-dum with the company i command', hah! Who does he think he is to come here and offer useless help?!<BR><BR>"You said it yourself, we would need more people to our army, the more, the better" said Lindial<BR><BR>"The army that will join us will be enougth! We don't need any stupid elves, moitering around us!<BR><BR>"He offered his help willingly! Don't you think he knows your ways?<BR><BR>"I don't mind! Let them come! But they will not get any help from us!<BR><BR>"What if the orcish army that attacks the settlement is too big for us to fight?<BR><BR>Farin was petrified, without nothing to say. He sat back, and thought, and the council continued.
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Postby Elladan_Elfhelm » Mon Jan 05, 2004 7:41 am

Elladan Elfhelm surveyed the horizon as he stroked the hair of his faithful steed, Greymane. Elladan and Greymane had been together for the last ten years, and Greymane was as faithful as Elladan’s wife was to him. Elladan was a captain in the army of Rohan, and he was charged with leading a contingent of 100 Rohirrim in patrol of Rohan near Fangorn Forest. Their patrol had left Edoras three weeks ago, and it had been uneventful thus far.<BR><BR> Elladan remembered listening to his father tell stories about Fangorn Forest. His father told him that the forest was alive, and that the trees could move. The tales of the aftermath of the battle of Helm’s Deep had been passed down from parent to child with extreme accuracy, because the decimation of Sauraman’s army was one of the greatest victories in the history of Rohan. The men of Rohan had fought valiantly against the Uraki, and repelled their attack on Helm’s Deep. What happened after the battle was what couldn’t be explained; the open field around the Deep had become an impenetrable forest. The Uruks had no choice but to flee into it, and none of them ever came out of the darkness of those trees. Elladan’s great grandfather had been at Helm’s Deep, and had survived the battle. He told of the cries of the Uruks as they died in that black death of a forest.<BR> <BR> One of Elladan’s men rode up alongside him. “Captain, night is quickly approaching, and we might want to setup camp here for the night.” <BR><BR> “Good idea Thayarn,” Elladan replied. “Set a watch around the perimeter with an hourly change over. I want everyone fresh to ride in the morning. We have three more weeks on this journey before we head back to Edoras.”<BR><BR> Elladan dismounted Greymane and begin to help with the building of a fire for heat and cooking. The Rohirrim had brought firewood to burn, because no one dared to cut in Fangorn Forest. Finally, Elladan settled down and went to sleep waiting for the fourth watch that he would join in. His fathers and him had always joined in with the normal duties of being a soldier no matter what their rank. Elladan prayed that his son would be the same when he became a rider as well.
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Postby ElfMaiden13 » Mon Jan 05, 2004 2:25 pm

“Hungry boy?” Sévi spoke softly to the puppy on her back, who was now starting to squirm and whine quietly. “All right then, settle down. We’ll soon have something to eat.”<BR><BR>The girl sat crouched on her heels among the tall grass, just outside of the Rohirim camp. She had been trailing them for last week or so, unknown to them. She made a habit of following almost any kind of traveling party, as it gave her a means of food, and in some cases protection and shelter. She had only to wait for the opportune moment to slip into the camp and grab what she needed.<BR><BR>However all of that was easier said than done. Especially for <i>her</i>. A normal person would not have quite as much slipping into the camp, and blending in long enough to make off with what they needed. But for Sévi it was much more complicated, and she only did it as well as she did, from much practice and patience. She had to depend on her hearing mostly, to time the guard patrols that circled around the camp, and to warn herself when someone was approaching. Not just because of the dark of the night, but because she was blind.<BR><BR>But no matter how hard it was, it was a means of survival, and it was a way of life. Nobody hired a blind girl.<BR><BR>Sévi shifted her pack to her other shoulder and quieted the puppy once again. She considered leaving him safely in the grass, but decided against it. Quieting the animal once more, she carefully crept forward, keeping herself low to the ground, as her feet skimmed noiselessly over the still warm earth. Her dark clothing and deep skin tone helped her blend into the night, but that didn’t make her invisible.<BR><BR>When she reached the first tent she stopped, hovering in its shadow. She was reassured to hear the normal evening activity going on, as the men of Rohan settled down for the night. They had a habit of always setting up their camp in the same pattern, so she had little trouble finding her way around.<BR><BR>Slowly but surely she made her way through the large camp to the supply tent. It took a while, as there were still a lot of soldiers moving around, and it was set up in the center of the camp. She knew that the supply tent would probably have a guard posted at it <i>again</i>. She slipped around behind the tent and quietly lifted the flap. After stuffing some dried meat and fruit into her tunic, she slowly backed away, and carefully retraced her steps through the camp to her original position. <BR><BR>She was almost out of the camp when a heavy hand landed on her shoulder. Sévi froze.<BR><BR>“And where are you going?” A deep voice rumbled behind her. The hand jerked her around. “Why, your just a boy!” Sévi wanted to snicker at the comment, but knew she was already in enough trouble. <i>Let the fool think what he will.</i> “You’ll have to come with me boy. The Captain ‘as been wondering about the supply shortage of late. I have a feeling you’ll be able to explain.”<BR><BR>The soldier pulled her after him, but before he realized what she was doing, the “boy” was out of his grasp.<BR><BR>“Crónh!” she yelled. Before the soldier knew what was happening, he had a little ball of fur attached to his ankle. Correction, a little ball of fur with sharp teeth.<BR><BR>Sévi made a dash for the wood line, but was not fast enough. The soldier shook off the puppy and grabbed her about the ankles, throwing her face down to the ground.<BR><BR>“Why you little whelp! I aught’a…” Sévi flinched, but then another voice broke in.<BR><BR>“Hold! Stay your hand soldier.”<BR><BR>Sévi heard the soldier scramble to his feet, but she stayed where she was on the ground.<BR><BR>“Captain, I was just about to bring this little whelp to you…”<BR><BR>“Just tell me what all this commotion is about. I could hear it all the way from my tent; a place where I would very much like to return.”<BR>
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Postby Elladan_Elfhelm » Mon Jan 05, 2004 3:08 pm

"We have been wondering why some of our food stores have been missing. Well I found this young boy sneaking out of the camp from the direction of the supply tent"<BR><BR>“Well we have finally found our thief,” exclaimed the Captain. “Please take that hood off lad.”<BR><BR>Sevi slowly removed the hood that covered her head to reveal her dark toned face, and her violet eyes, that had a slight touch of a glaze to them.<BR><BR>“He’s a girl,” cried out the soldier that had captured her. <BR><BR>Elladan laughed out loud and corrected the soldier. “I believe that you should have said that she is a girl.” “We noticed food missing from our supplies ere three nights ago, and so we were ready for you tonight. Why did you not just ask us for some food?”<BR><BR>“I was afraid you would arrest me, and hurt me.” Sevi replied.<BR><BR>“Men are not all ruthless thugs you know.” Elladan reached out his hand to Sevi to help her up. She made no move to accept it, as if she didn’t even see his hand. Elladan bent down to one knee and took more notice of her violet eyes. “Your blind are you not?”<BR><BR>“Yes I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself!” She replied. <BR><BR>“Blindness doesn’t make you any less of a person, it just makes you more special,” Elladan noted, and then remembering his duty he asked, “What brings you here, and where are your parents or guardians.” “The Riddermark is not a safe place for a child to be by herself.”
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Postby ElfMaiden13 » Mon Jan 05, 2004 8:33 pm

<i>“What brings you here, and where are your parents or guardians.” “The Riddermark is not a safe place for a child to be by herself.”</i><BR><BR>“<i>Child</i> is more a state of mind than a physical state of being, Captain,” Sévi said calmly, “By many kingdom’s ideals, I should be married already, as strange as that may seem to you.”<BR><BR>“You are purposely avoiding my question young lady. You can obviously be no more than 15 or 16, so therefore in my eyes you will always be a child. Now please just answer the question.”<BR><BR>Even in the faint light he saw her frown and bite her lip. Finally she spoke.<BR><BR>“In answer to your first question, matters of survival call for me to travel from place to place constantly. As to your second question…” She paused, then said quietly, “I can’t remember.”<BR><BR>There was silence for a moment.<BR><BR>“You can’t remember?” Elladan said, mystified.<BR><BR>“Yes…I mean no! I…” She put a hand to her head; her eyes squeezed shut as if she was in pain.<BR><BR>“Just calm down,” Elladan said quickly, “If you’ll come with me, we’ll figure out what we are to do with you.”<BR>
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Postby Galadtir » Tue Jan 06, 2004 4:33 am

"Just calm down." Elladan said quickly,"If you'll come with me, we'll figure out what we are to do with you."<BR><BR>Just after Elladan picked up Seví, the troops heard a horn blowing.<BR>Then, as a shadow made of light, a white horse passed right through Elladan and Seví, at an astounding speed!<BR><BR>"Sire, what was that?" asked one of the soldiers to the captain "How am i supposed to know?! That was unnatural! No horse can bypass the speed of the Mearas......unless that horse was a Mearas......aarrgghhh ok people back to your posts...whatever it was, it is gone now."<BR><BR>No one in the camp knew that it was Galadtir in his steed Eaglewing, on their way to Imladris, at full speed. 6 days after, he was arriving to Lothlorien. He decided to enter the forest, as the dwarves must be fast to retrieve the ancient citadel, and some of the elves there might be able to journey with him. Once he arrived to Caras Galadhon, the city was almost empty, except for some elves walking it's streets. The guard came:<BR><BR>"Mae govannen, Lord Galadtir. We thank you, for you have returned with our finest horse. Have you come to return it?"<BR><BR>"No, Amandil, i haven't. I still need him for one more journey. You must call for a meeting immediately!"<BR><BR>"Why are you so rushed my lord? You barely arrived, you need to rest..."<BR><BR>Galadtir was weakened by his journey, but his words had an authority that no one could challenge:<BR><BR>"Just DO AS I SAY!" <BR><BR>The elf guard bowed and climbed the stairs, and quickly vanished inside the city.<BR><BR>"My friend, i know you are tired, but be prepared to leave immediately, because i shall not be in your homeland for long." Galadtir said to the horse.<BR><BR>After Galadtir secured EagleWing in the stables, he climbed up the stairs and gazed upon Caras Galadhon, a mere shadow of what it had been in the time when Galadriel and Celeborn walked it's streets. The city was silenced, no one was singing. But finally, he arrived to the council room, where he found his elven friends, assembled around a round table.<BR><BR>"Mae govannen, lord Galadtir. Why did you asked for this meeting? Surely it is something important..." said one of the councilmen<BR><BR>"Greetings to you, lords of Lothlorien. I bring good news. The dwarves are assembling troops to regain the fortress of Khazad-dum, and we are joining them"<BR><BR>"Didn't i warned you?" said Beleg, one of the councilmen. "He is taking us again to another so-called 'adventure'! Our lord is nothing but a child that only thinks of travel!"<BR><BR>"i assure you, i am no child, Beleg, and if someone wants to contest my words, just say here!" The council stared amazedly at Galadtir. No other words that he said before were so righteous<BR><BR>"No one is challenging your order, master Galadtir. But you must admit, we almost got killed in our latest 'adventure' and Beleg was the one who suffered the most" Said Amandil.<BR><BR>"Then i pose you this question: Are your blades rusted?<BR><BR>Everyone answered no, as the leader made his question:<BR><BR>"Then you shall leave at once, to set up a camp 2 miles near the entrance to Moria. A dwarven army shall arrive there to attack it's gates. we shall help!"<BR><BR>So strong were his words, that everyone present immediately went to the armory to equip themselves. Not long after, Galadtir was on his way to Imladris. He planned to take a secret path through the mountains that only he knew about, and that it would diminish the travelling time for about 9 days. After 2 days, he was in the grandious gardens of Imladris, where he met his wife Thorontir, walking through the flowers. After a long conversation with his wife, he entered the halls of the great Imladris, where he gathered 6 of his best fighters and friends. Soon after, he was leaving Imladris with his wife and 6 soldiers. the 7 Lothlorien councilmen were armed and ready, and they assembled a camp near the entrance, about 2 miles from it. <BR>
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(ooc:sorry i pressed it 3 times sorry again.)
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Postby Elladan_Elfhelm » Tue Jan 06, 2004 11:06 am

Elladan escorted Sevi to his tent. “You can stay here tonight, and I will sleep near the fire. You seem to be a really strong person, but I am still amazed that you are out here on your own. You say you can’t remember your family, and you say you have to go from place to place for survival reasons. I believe you are either running from something, or maybe you are a spy.”<BR><BR>“I am not a spy,” Sevi abruptly retorted. “Who would hire a blind girl to be a spy anyway?”<BR><BR>“Well you sure made my men look bad by sneaking in and out of our camp for who knows how long.”<BR><BR>“Your men were predictable in their movements, and the way you set up your camp.”<BR><BR>Sevi could hear Elladan stroke his beard with his hand as if in deep thought. “You’re trying to figure out what you will do with me are you not?” <BR><BR>“As a matter of fact I am. I can’t just let you go for a couple of reasons.” Elladan answered.<BR><BR>“And what might those reasons be? Sevi asked.<BR><BR>“Well, for one, you were stealing from us,” Elladan stated, “which I can overlook because you were only stealing food to survive. I don’t believe you are a spy, because I don’t think you would risk getting captured by sneaking into our camp. The main reason I can’t just let you go is: I can’t have a young girl wandering through the Riddermark by herself. You’re blind on top of that and can’t remember where you come from.”<BR><BR>“I’m not a little helpless girl that needs a babysitter,” Sevi blurted out. “As I said earlier I can take care of myself, and I have been in this area for a while now with no trouble. My blindness isn’t something I’m proud of, but since my injury my other senses have increased dramatically. Right now I can hear your soldiers at the edge of the camp questioning among themselves what you will do with me.” <BR><BR>“No matter,” Elladan replied. “You will remain with us until we get back to Edoras, and then we will decide what to do. I do know of some good healers that might be able to help you with your memory loss, so it might be a good idea for you to stay with us.”<BR><BR>“I would rather you just let me go, and let me live my life.”<BR><BR>“I’m not arresting you. All I ask is that you stay with us until we reach Edoras, and then if you want to go elsewhere I might allow it.”<BR><BR>“You’re not my father you know!” Sevi exclaimed.<BR><BR>“Well I have seen thirty one winters so I’m old enough to be. Anyway I am your elder so just accept it.” Elladan paused then added, “For now.”<BR>
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Postby ElfMaiden13 » Tue Jan 06, 2004 12:29 pm

“My lack of memory is no business of yours captain,” Sévi said, “Besides, it matters little to me. After a few years one gets used to the fact that they have no clue who they are, or where they came from. I can’t remember anything past about five years ago. It doesn’t really matter if you let me go now or later, because no matter what you do it will not change my fate. I’m a wanderer. I have been for as long as I can remember, and I probably will be for the rest of my life. I have no country, no past, no identity,” She paused for a moment, “It’s almost freeing actually. Your ‘healers’ will be able to do naught for me.”<BR><BR>She heard the captain give an impatient sigh.<BR><BR>“None the less, young lady,” he said firmly again, in a tone that said ‘<i>this is final,’</i>, “You will stay with my men and I until we reach Edoras. Once we get there I will decide what I am going to do with you.”<BR><BR>With that, as if to finalize his statement, he turned to leave the tent.<BR><BR>“Captain!”<BR><BR>“What?” he said impatient tone, as if he were expecting another retort.<BR><BR>“My puppy. The <i>’little mutt’</i> as I believe your man called him. He’s probably off hiding somewhere nearby. If I am going to be obliged to stay with your sorry excuse of a patrol, then I will have to have him before I’ll go anywhere.”<BR><BR>“I’ll see what I can do about it.”<BR><BR>With that, he left.<BR>
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Postby Elladan_Elfhelm » Tue Jan 06, 2004 1:57 pm

Elladan awoke to the yelling of his men, and he couldn’t have been asleep more than an hour or two. The perimeter guard to the south was yelling an alert. “Awake Rohirrim, battle is upon us!” Elladan quickly grabbed his sword, shield, and helm. “Orcs are advancing up the plain,” shouted Eodred, one of the perimeter guards. “They are about five hundred yards from here to the south. I estimate that there are around two hundred of them.” <BR><BR>“Any movement from the east or west?” Elladan asked Eodred. The Rohirrim had camped next to Fangorn to the north, so they were in a very defensible situation. <BR><BR>“None that we can see captain.”<BR><BR>“Rohirrim, mount up your horses, and fight for Rohan,” shouted Elladan. Elladan raced to his tent, and opened the cover. Sevi was ready to pounce on him like a tiger, so he quickly spoke, “Sevi we are under attack by orcs. You need to stay here in the tent until the battle is over. I will have some of my men protect you should the battle go ill for us. I will instruct them to take you to Edoras at all speed.”<BR><BR>“I will not be safe here in this camp. Let me go outside so I can fight as well.” Sevi exclaimed. <BR><BR>“There is no time for discussion. You will stay here. Eadred, Rhygar, Romer, and Thaydred stay here and guard her. If need be put her on a horse and flee to Edoras,” Elladan exclaimed as he mounted Greymane and grabbed one of the spears that lined the camp. Elladan’s patrol was divided into two groups of fifty. “Thayarn, take your half and prepare to launch your arrows at their advance. I want two volleys, and then my group will charge them and you can follow after.” Elladan instructed. His orders were carried out precisely. The Rohirrim lined their horses up two deep with the archers directly behind, as they watched, the orcs realized that their attack had been spotted and quickened their advance. At three hundred yards Elladan gave the order to fire, and fifty arrows were launched at the enemy. Many found their mark, and the orcs fell beneath the first volley. “Fire again,” shouted Elladan, and another fifty arrows were sent over the plain to the orchish army. This time more found their mark, and Elladan knew now was the time to charge. <BR><BR>“Eorlingas, forward for King and land,” cried Elladan. And, with that the horses jumped forward and headed down the plain. Elladan gripped his spear tightly and spurred Greymane on; Greymane was used to battle and sprung forward like an arrow from a bow. One hundred yards from the enemy Elladan instinctively lifted his shield and was glad he did, darts begin to fall among the Rohirrim. Some of the Rohirrim and horses were hit and fell, but the rest were upon the orcs before they had time to fire again. Elladan and the first wave crashed into the orcs like thunder. He ran two orcs through with his spear, and Greymane knocked three over with his large body. Elladan drew his sword and turned Greymane around and rushed back to the heart of the orcs just as the second wave of Rohirrim crashed into the enemy. <BR><BR>The orcs reeled back after the second wave hit them. Elladan decapitated one orc, stabbed one, and slashed another. His men were young, and not many had seen actual combat. However, they had been trained by the best, and fought with the determination and strength of true Rohirrim. The close fighting lasted for all of ten minutes. Elladan looked around the battlefield, and all of the orcs were dead or dying. His men began to check on the fallen Rohirrim, and Elladan saw at least twelve or thirteen that were down, and more that were wounded. <BR><BR>Suddenly, one of Elladan’s men shouted. “They are in the camp. This fight isn’t over.” Elladan spurred Greymane forward toward the camp with the rest of his mounted men. Sevi had been right; she wasn’t safe in the camp. <BR>
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Postby ElfMaiden13 » Tue Jan 06, 2004 3:19 pm

Back in the camp everything was silent. Not a single living thing stirred. The only motion that could be seen was the waving of tent flaps in the wind. Eadred, Rhygar, Romer, Thaydred, and Sévi had seemingly disappeared. From the west a small band of orcs, about 20 or 30, silently descended on the deathly stillness of the camp. They had obviously cut off from the group to the south and skirted around the Rohirim to reach the camp.<BR><BR>As the distorted shadows swept down upon the camp, they wreaked havoc, the sounds of their grotesque shouts and the sound of destruction breaking the silence. They went from tent to tent, over turning everything within, searching for any sign of life. They found the tents empty. They continued on, searching and destroying as they went.<BR><BR>Finally, the only place that had not been searched lay before them. A larger, central tent, near the head of the camp. It was the captain’s tent. A single orc, evidently the group’s leader, singled out four large orcs to go in and search the enclosure. The four rushed forward recklessly into the tent. A few seconds later their dead bodies were hurled out of the tent. Not a single sound came from inside.<BR><BR>The orc party backed up a few steps in surprise.<BR><BR>“Burn it!” The leader shouted.<BR><BR>Several orcs took branches from the fires and set the to the thick material of the tent. It swiftly caught the flames, and they spread throughout the structure.<BR><BR>The orcs stood back, fully expecting for some group of soldiers to come rushing out of the tent at the first sign of flames. Seconds passed like minutes, and still nothing. Suddenly out of the pouring smoke, five figures advanced upon the party, their shapes distorted like specters by the heat and smoke. Scarves tied over both nose and mouth obscured their faces, and each brandished a weapon.<BR><BR>“Kill them you idiots!” The orc leader cried in fury.<BR>The orcs plunged forward in a frenzy. The five from the tent flew into motion, fighting back to back against the creatures. <BR><BR>The smallest stood out among the other four large figures, but none the less held her ground. Unlike the others she not only kept a scarf tied over her mouth and nose, but a black strip of cloth covered her eyes. Her braid was tucked in her tunic to keep it out of her way as the ducked and spun in and out of the melee. Blades of steel seemed to twirl effortlessly in her hands, and she moved with an obvious grace that is born to females, unlike her large male comrades who relied on brute force.<BR><BR>The fight lasted for only a few minutes, but to the five humans, it had seemed like an eternity. Sévi sat down on an extra saddle, too winded to talk. She could hear the riders approaching, but it didn’t matter now. The orcs were dead.<BR><BR>As she wiped the blood from her blades on the grass she heard the horses thunder into the camp, and could hear the shouts of the soldiers. They probably expected to find the five dead. And they might have been too had she not heard the group advancing. Right now all she wanted was water though. Anything to get the metallic taste of blood out of her mouth. She had taken a blow to the face, and there was a deep scratch on her arm, but as far as she could tell none of them were overly worse for the wear.<BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Tue Jan 06, 2004 5:32 pm

"Lord Farin, I do know of what I am talking about," said Lindial, not in the least bit amused with the whole thing with Elves and dwarves, "I am part Elf, I was raised to fight in all manner of styles, I know how Orcs and Wargs battle. We need the help of these Elves. Elves are very skillful with the blade and bow. <BR><BR> "Though, now that I think this more clearly, I think that the greater Dwarves should be the bait, and the Elves could be used in the back line with their bows. A great Lord coming to retake moria would be of more worth than a few Elves who are fading into myth, wouldn't you think?"<BR><BR>"Me? But why me?"<BR><BR>"My Lord, the Orcs value you the most, for you are the one who wants to take their 'realm' as it were. You do not have to worry, you will be well gaurded. I myself would be willing to be part of the bait."<BR>
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Postby Elladan_Elfhelm » Tue Jan 06, 2004 7:51 pm

Elladan and his men rode into the camp fearing the worst. They had heard the orcs in the camp, and then they spotted the fire. Elladan quickly dismounted and ran to the center of the camp. Almost thirty orcs were lying on the ground dead, and there sitting on an extra saddle was Sevi. Romer and the others were standing nearby, and Elladan quickly interrogated them. “What happened?”<BR><BR>“These orcs must have split off from the main group just to get in our camp.” Romer replied. “We wouldn’t have known that they were coming until it was too late, if not for Sevi. She heard them before they got to the edge of the camp. We hid in your tent until the orcs got to it. They set it on fire, and then we attacked them.”<BR><BR>“Where was Sevi during all of this?” Elladan asked. <BR><BR>“I was slaying eight orcs, Captain.” Sevi said with a slight smile on her face.<BR><BR>“Its true Captain,” Rhygar added. “Two more than Romer I might add.”<BR><BR>Elladan stood there for what seemed like an hour before finally bursting into deep laughter. “I seem to have greatly misjudged you Sevi, and for that I give you my apologies.”<BR><BR>“Apology accepted Captain. Now that I have gained your admiration may I have some water?”<BR><BR>Elladan handed her his bottle of water and then noticed her arm was bleeding. “You’re injured. Romer see to her injuries.” <BR><BR>“I will be fine Captain,” Sevi replied, “but thank you for your concern.”<BR><BR>Elladan noticed the weariness in her voice. “Get some rest, morning will be here soon, and we will have to ride early. We need to make it to one of the villages south of here, so we can be resupplied.”<BR><BR>The Rohirrim set about gathering up the things that could be salvaged in the camp. They resumed their perimeter watch, and dug graves for their fallen comrades. Elladan and his men laid twelve of their number to rest that night, and finally got some rest themselves. <BR><BR>They rose early the next morning and broke camp. Elladan would have to report the incident as soon as possible to the King. It had been a while since this many orcs had roamed the Riddermark unchallenged. They gave Sevi a horse and saddle pack for her pup, and they began to<BR>ride south. Elladan was wary and the slightest movement would get his and the Rohirrim’s attention.
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Postby Galadtir » Wed Jan 07, 2004 4:05 am

The elven company arrived the southern border of Lothlorien. Not soon after, they spot a campfire. They ready their bows and they start to approach cautiously. Suddenly, they saw someone wandering around the perimeter, gathering wood by a tree. <BR><BR>"Fire!" shouted Amandil, and the person was hanged by arrows in the tree<BR><BR>Mynë squirmed and tried desperately to free herself. She wasn't worried about being killed at the moment. If the elves had wanted to kill her, they wouldn't have bothered pinning her to the tree. "What do you think you're doing!!" she yelled in frustration.<BR><BR>"We are the ones to make the questions here, stranger! Who are you and what business bring you to Laurelindorenan?!" said Amandil with a heavy voice tone<BR><BR>"I'm not telling you anything until you let me down!" Mynë glared at him defiantly.<BR><BR>Beleg approached the hanged person and made a discovery: "It is a woman, master Amandil!"<BR><BR>"We should release her.... release her, my friends!" the other elves stepped forward and released the girl<BR><BR>She dropped to the group, brushing away the helpful hands. "What is the meaning of this?" Mynë turned to the leader of the group.<BR><BR>"No foreigner is allowed to step the grandiose forests of Lothlorien, my friend. We are simply doing our work as protectors. Now, tell us what are you doing here!" said Amandil with an angry voice.<BR><BR>"I am a half-elf. My mother lived here, and now I have come to see the land where she grew up." Mynë bent to pick up her few belongings. "Is that a crime?"<BR><BR>Amandil stepped back, hearing the words, and he asked: "what is the name of your mother, Mynë?<BR><BR>"Anarya." She looked at him curiously and saw him eyeing her long bow. "No, I didn't steal it." she muttered, toying with one end.<BR><BR>"Good Valar!" screamed Amandil, muttering all kinds of curses in many languages "Who was your father?!" He said, impatient, and angry at the same time.<BR><BR>"A ranger of Gondor named Guilo." Mynë was shocked at his reaction. "What is it to you?"<BR><BR>Anger was stamped in his face, as he tried to calm down <BR><BR>"That betrayer, I was his best friend, and as a pay, he steals my beloved and makes her choose the choice of Luthien! He is the one guilty for your mother's death!!!" his face was red with anger, as he tightened the hilt of his sword, barely able to contain his rage<BR><BR>Mynë's eyes flamed with anger. Without thinking she slapped the elf. <BR><BR>"Don't you ever say that about my father!! My mother made her own choice, and she loved him until the day she was killed by orcs!" Mynë turned to leave, still shaking with anger.<BR><BR>All other elves aimed their bows to Mynë, and Amandil said: "Wait! Mine, wait!" he yelled, crying " I am sorry for that reaction, but those names made me remember days long past. You could have been my daughter. But I see that your mother died by the beasts I am hunting. I apologize to you again, and I hope that you forgive me. Your father was the greatest brother-in-arms I had in all of my 2400 years of life. I honor both of them, and I will cry for them later." he said, shedding a tear down his cheek<BR><BR>"How did u know my name?" <BR><BR>He then pointed his finger to the bow "I made that bow when I was friend to Guilo. And now I know in which hands it resides. I am glad to see that he kept the bow for so much time, in his time count. The bow's name was Simbelminë, and so I thought it was your name." he said, smiling, and lost in thought, remembering of old days of happiness<BR><BR>Myne bit her lip. She suddenly found that she couldn't stay angry. She seldom came across people who had known her father so well. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say to this man. Finally one of the other elves broke the silence. <BR><BR>"Amandil, we should be going. Are we to take the woman with us?"<BR><BR>"Take me where?" Mynë looked up at Amandil. "Where are you going?"<BR><BR>"Galadtir, the noble leader of the elves in Middle-earth, has ordered us to leave Lothlorien to camp 2 miles near the eastern entrance to Moria. If you wish to come with us, be our guest!" said Amandil happily. <BR><BR>"We need to get going! will we bring the hybrid or not?!" said Beleg impatiently. <BR><BR>Amandil drew his sword, and stretching the blade to Beleg's neck, he said: "Beleg, when I want an opinion, I will ask for it, understood?! And I forbid you to speak wrongly of this gallant woman here!" <BR><BR>Beleg stepped backwards.<BR><BR>"Hybrid!!" Mynë produced a dagger and stepped forward to defend her honor. "I might be a half breed, but I don't have to put up with your insults."<BR><BR>"Don't worry about him, Mynë, he is apologizing, NOW!" Beleg promptly approached Mynë and asked for apologies.<BR><BR>"Fine." Mynë put the dagger back up her sleeve and turned back to Amandil. "I'll take you up on your offer."<BR><BR>"Then follow me, we are to camp here. gather your things from your camp, and pack them. I might not be your father, but at least you shall have to hear mine and my lord's orders. Don't worry, you shall be like a daughter to me while you remain under my guard" he said, smiling widely<BR><BR>"Well, you might regret that." she grinned mischievously. "I didn't listen very well to my father, so don't count on much." She patted Amandil on the shoulder and turned to gather the rest of the things.<BR><BR>Beleg approached Amandil and whispered to his ear: " Do you really think we could take her? I mean, does she even knows how to fight?" Amandil promptly answered.<BR><BR> "If I didn't stopped her, she would have killed you easily, and her bow was made by me, so do not judge by the appearance only, Beleg. She might have been very well your cause of death.<BR><BR>"Yes, I know how to fight. Probably better than you." Mynë walked past Beleg without looking at him.<BR><BR>Beleg went berserk with those words, but Amandil answered "Touch a single hair of her, and you will meet Mandos and his halls in Valinor!" Beleg calmed down and went with his friends to get the camp up. <BR><BR>Mynë smirked. Having Amandil around wasn't such a bad thing after all. <BR>Amandil approached Mynë, and whispered. <BR><BR>"That one will not cause more problems heh?" Both of them laughed heartily, mocking of Beleg's face<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Lothloriel » Wed Jan 07, 2004 10:33 am

"Bah!" Farin said, getting up. "Enough of this talk. We are all gathered, let us set out! No more will be availed by sitting here!"<BR><BR>The rest of the dwarves quickly followed him out of the room, and after a moment Lindial followed as well.<BR><BR>The next day, the company set out across Rohan. The Dwarves were mounted on ponies and Lindail on horseback. Two other ponies were laden with supplies and provisions.
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Wed Jan 07, 2004 12:46 pm

Lindial was silent for most of the journey, she had often traveled this path, and knew it by heart. She loved Rohan, but it was time to move on in life. <BR><BR>She all ready missed her foster family. She missed her foster father's jokes, and her foster brothers' antics. She had left a note on her bed before she left her house, saying that she yearned for adventure and was tired of waiting for it to find her. She had left everything she knew behind, except for her trusty horse, Hathgar. For 35 years of age, Lindial looked quite well, and not at all like other women her age. Elven blood ran through her veins, and even if she was not a pure breed, she almost looked it, minus the fact that her hair wasn't perfect. <BR><BR>For the rest of that day they rode hard towards Fangorn. They would then travel east, cross the Entwade, and then travel north towards Lothlorien. <BR><BR>The next day, around noontime, they saw ahead the edge of Fangorn, far off. Lindial, having far seeing sight saw an Eored of Rohirrum soldiers riding towards them. <BR><BR>"My Lords, we are not alone. Up ahead, an Eored of Soldiers are riding fast towards ourselves. Should we hail them?" asked Lindial.
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Postby Galadtir » Wed Jan 07, 2004 3:02 pm

Galadtir left the city right at dawn. His friends were shivering with cold, but he kept himself confident of his success at the quest. 4 days later, they were arriving the gap between the mountains that Galadtir knew. 1 day later they were out of the mountains heading towards Moria. They kept north, until reaching Lothlorien. There they stopped for a resupply. When they were over, 5 days passed until they got to the camp set up by Amandil and the others. The group was saluted as they rode into the camp, but Galadtir saw a face that he didn't recognized:<BR><BR>"Who is this girl, Amandil? What is she doing here? Is she a spy?!" Galadtir promptly drew his sword<BR><BR>"No my lord,she is the daughter of two old friends. I invited her to join us, as she appears to be a skilled fighter.." said Amandil, holding Galadtir’s sword<BR><BR>Galadtir lowered his sword, looking suspiciously at the traveler.<BR><BR>"She doesn’t look like a fighter to me!" he said with a smile<BR><BR>Minë sneered in a very unlady manner: "Would you like me to prove it, sire?!" She adressed him as if she had a man in front of her instead of an elf lord.<BR><BR>"Minë, are you a bigger fool than i've imagined you would be? This is the great lord of the elves in middle-earth!" said Beleg, gazing at Minë with an angry look.<BR><BR>"I accept your challenge, my friend" said Galadtir, lifting his sword up "Arm yourself!"<BR><BR>A fight then began, both of the fighters sowing great skill with the sword, but in one minute, Minë was on the ground with her sword shattered in peaces. Galadtir laughed heartily, looking at the face of Minë<BR><BR>"I have made my proof; you are a better fighter than many. Usually it takes ten seconds for me to wipe out an orc. You are valorous, and so i present you with a gift!"<BR><BR>Galadtir took from his belt a sword, finely carved, like the elven blades, but the blade was silvered, and greatly sharped.<BR><BR>"Meet Celebgalad, a sword i have made myself with my skills. It shall prove to be useful, as it contains the power of the stars, and if presented in darkness, the blade will glow greatly, like the great stars of the sky. 'Let it be a light for you in dark places' This is what Galadriel said to the ringbearer when she presented him with the star of Earendil. And now i say you the same words as my mistress. This blade was imbued with that power. Use it well" said Galadtir proudly.<BR><BR>"I thank you sire" said Minë " and this sword will be the protection of me and my kin, for as long as it's lineage exists!"<BR><BR>"I am glad to hear that. We shall await here for the dwarven army!"<BR><BR>2 hours later, the camp was silent, everyone was sleeping. No guard had been placed, for it was not needed. Not soon after, Galadtir, with his unnatural senses, woke up to realize that the camp was surrounded. Suddenly, a voice, a bright, clear voice was breaking the silence. Orcs were the surrounders, and they stood paralyzed by the elven chant. They could not move. Galadtir exited the tent and said:<BR><BR>"Mae govannen, my friends. People! Arise, for the party has begun!<BR><BR>All the camp awakened and saw Galadtir walking calmly into the orcs. Not long after, the transe left them.<BR><BR>"Attack you idiots!" their leader yells, as a pile of orc carcaces were piling around Galadtir. The creatures soon became afraid of the elf lord.What little intelligence they had told them that attacking in ones and twos would not work. They descended on Galadtir en masse.<BR>Minë, seeing that he was in danger of overhelmed threw herself onto the fight, slashing every orc head that she could find in her path. Celebgalad shined through the dark orc blood, as heads were popping out of their places.<BR><BR>“You amaze me, girl, with your talent. We shall surely need you in our quest” replied Galadtir.<BR><BR>“Indeed I could have not bring a better fighter than this lady here!” said Amandil, patting Mine’s back.
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