Eagle riders of Gondolin

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Postby naryatheringoffire » Mon Jan 26, 2004 3:03 pm

Turgon said to Galdor "The messengers of Artanator and Nargothrond have come, the elves march to angband for a last stand against melko. You must light the beacon for the twelve houses will give battle beside their kin" "But my lord we will not make it in time, all will be slain"<BR><BR>"Long ago galdor before the building of this city had begun i ventured into the cleft of the eagles.It was by the urges of Ulmo in my sleep giving me a vision of this day.Soon i reached the highest peak where waiting for me was thorondor king of all eagles surrounded by all the eagles of the world so that they may bear witness to what was about to pass.Thorondor had this vision also and knew what he must do and on that peak an allegance was made between eagles and the elves of Gondolin"<BR><BR>Turgon was then handed a suit of armour by one of his house and said "This i give to you Galdor, a suit of gold and emerald forged in valinor which no blade may pierce as long as Gondolin stands. Also this blade of the same gold and emerald forged by feanor. Now run to the top of my tower and light the beacon which none no about for this the eagles will see and they will gather then use the horn of Gondolin to gather your generals and ready your troops for at the sound of it they will no what to do."<BR><BR>Galdor raced to the top of the tower on a narrow set of steps and lit the beacon seeing the flame grow tall and smoke rise. He looked down and saw the horn of Gondolin which was od a silver wood and he blew hard calling his troops...
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Postby Arenial » Tue Jan 27, 2004 8:16 am

Hello hello narya.<BR><BR>I really hate to do this, interupt an RP and such, but is there an OOC for this; like a chat thread for those of involved in the RP? I couldn't find one...<BR><BR>But in any case, may I be the first to join this RP? (I'm a sucker for RP's, I see a new one and, BAM, I'm somehow pulled to them) I'll come back with a character later.<BR><BR>Ren
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Tue Jan 27, 2004 10:01 am

((OOC:Welcome ren i have just started the OOC thread <b>Eagle riders of Gondolin: OOC</b> so you can drop you profile off their and have a chat.Hopefully more members will come but we just have to wait till then))
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Postby GurthangtheIronofDeath » Wed Jan 28, 2004 9:46 am

Suddenly the horn of Gondolin sounded and Ecthelion jumped to his feet. After a quick glance around trying to spot the danger he raced to the palace and burst into the throneroom.<BR><BR>Unsheathing his sword and laying it at Turgon's feet he said,"Lord Turgon, command your servant!"<BR><BR>Within seconds the other leaders of the houses arrived and did this also.<BR><BR>"I have called you before me this day to hold a council of war. I have recieved messages from Nargothrond and Artanator that the elves and elf friends march to war before the gates of Angband. This day oaths long spoken and alliances long formed must be remembered. The houses of the Edain shall march by the side of elves and the Horn of Gondolin has been sounded. The Eagles shall know of it and come to keep their vows. You and the knights of your houses shall fly upon the Eagles wings and you shall give battle from the air. Go now and chose the best knights of your houses. You shall be summoned when the Eagles arrive. Be ready."
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Postby Arenial » Wed Jan 28, 2004 3:43 pm

Narquelianar was mixing herbs for medicines, in one of the Healing Rooms, when the horn sounded throughout Gondolin. She stopped what she was doing and looked up, wondering why the horn was being blown. A few moments later, however, her mother, the master healer, entered the room.<BR><BR>"What is it <i>naneth</i>?" she asked.<BR><BR>Her mother sat down on a nearby chair. "The Elven soldiers are to go to war. The Lord Turgon is summoning them." she said, sounding slightly distressed. Narquelianar knew the reason for this; her brother and father were both soldiers in the army and they would have to leave. <BR><BR>"They will also need healers."" <BR><BR>Narquelianar sat up instantly. Of course! They would need healers to help with the wounded. Perhaps this would be the chance she was waiting for; to leave Gondolin and have an adventure. Her mother continued.<BR><BR>"The King has asked me to assemble a team to go. Perhaps I could send--" <BR><BR>She was cut off by Narquelianar. "Oh, please, send me." Narquelianar said. Her mother just stared at her, a quizzical look on her face.<BR><BR>"You want to go?" <BR><BR>"Well, as you said, they will need healers, and I'm one of the best we have. Oh please, <i>naneth</i>, send me." she begged.<BR><BR>Narquelianar's mother looked at the floor, as if wondering what to say, and then back at her daughter. <BR><BR>"But, it is too dangerous; you could be hurt or worse, killed!"<BR><BR>"I know <i>naneth</i>, but I will face the danger of this journey and go. They will need the best of healers, and I'm one of them." Narquelianar said quietly. "Please mother, let me have this chance. Let me do something for once."<BR><BR>Narquelianar's mother sighed, "Very well. But promise me you will try to stay out of trouble? I have enough to worry about with your brother and father. Now come, we must go see the King."<BR><BR>*******<BR><BR>Narquelianar gazed in wonder at the King's great throne room. Many tapestries hung on the walls and desigs of leaves and flowers had been carved elegantly into the walls and ceiling. The King Turgon sat on his mighty throne at the end of the room, tall and proud but also kindly in a way.<BR><BR>"Ah, Narvinye, welcome. May I ask the reason as to why you have come?" the Lord Turgon asked.<BR><BR>The two <i>elleths</i> dipped into small curtseys before Narvinye spoke.<BR><BR>"You may, my Lord. May I present to you my daughter, Narquelianar. She is one of my best healers, having studied under me for almost all her life, and wishes to go on this journey to war to offer any help she can bring with her skills."<BR><BR>The Lord Turgon's eyes rested on the red headed maiden. "Is this true?"<BR><BR>Narquelianar bowed her head "It is my Lord. I will serve you faithfully. And, my mother speaks the truth; I am one of her best healers, even if I do say so myself."<BR><BR>The King smiled, "Well then, I would be more than happy to receive your help. You will leave with the soldiers, on foot. Will you be bringing more healers?"<BR><BR>"Yes, I will get together a small team of the best healers. Rest assured, we will be needed and we will serve you well."<BR><BR>"Very well. You may leave now and ready yourself. And, Narquelianar?"<BR><BR>The young <i>elleth</i> looked up, "Yes, my Lord?"<BR><BR>"Thank you."<BR><BR>Narquelianar smiled and dipped into a small curtsey. "You are most welcome. I am happy to be of service." And with that, mother and daughter left the throne room.<BR><BR>Once outside, Narquelianar broke out into a huge grin; she would get her adventure after all!<BR><BR>*******<BR>Naneth- elvish word for "mother"<BR>elleth(s)- she-elf(ves)
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Postby Rinon » Wed Jan 28, 2004 6:29 pm

Melinin came from the king's council very troubled. He knew that Morgoth's power grew stronger while the Elves' grew weaker. <BR><BR>"But Gondolin is strong. We will fight," he thought, setting his mindset so he would appear confident and as a leader to his people. Now he had to pick who would come with him on the Eagles, and who would lead the rest of the men. Turgon had specifically said he could only bring a limited amount of his men. As he walked through the city back to his household, the news of the war spread. All ready some women where quietly sobbing in the streets. <BR><BR>"They remember the last war and all their sons, brothers, and friends who were killed," he thought. "Alas, Gondolin had known only peace for such a long time, and now were about to go off to another war." As he pondered these thoughts, he suddenly ran into a young elf-maiden with red hair, who semed very excited about something.<BR>
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Thu Jan 29, 2004 10:10 am

Even though the council was over Galdor stayed behind to discuss the preparations with the king who was slightly worried<BR><BR>Suddenly from a far a cry could be heard, Turgon and Galdor rushed out to meet it when they saw an eagle circling high above graually getting lower and lower.People from all over the city were looking up in awe at this magnificent sight.<BR><BR>The eagle was coming down at amazing speed and in no time at all was at the feet of Turgon and Galdor<BR><BR>Turgon recognized the eagle as Thorondor king of all eagles and greeted him.Thorondor said to him<BR> <BR>"Friend we have come to honour our allegance and give counsel." <BR><BR>"I will gladly listen to your wisdom for it is far surpassing many on middle earth."<BR><BR>"Then i will be quick for i have to get back to my eagles and prepare myself.Make ready your troops at haste and send them out on foot as early as can be.My eagles shall watch over them and Angband and when the time comes go to war with your generals and knights.Now i must go and i bid you haste..."<BR><BR>With that he took off with amazing power and grace leaving the king,Galdor many onlookers in awe. Galdor suddenly realised he must leave to help in the readying of his soldiers and give them courage for the jourey ahead...<BR><BR>
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Postby Arenial » Thu Jan 29, 2004 4:20 pm

Narquelianar was excited, one could tell by just looking at her face. Her green eyes danced with a new feeling of life and excitement. She found herself humming quietly to herself as she walked along the streets toward her own small home. <BR><BR>"<i>How ironic; I’m excited about going to war.</i>" She thought to herself, "<i>How foolish.</i>"<BR><BR>And yet, just as she thought these thoughts, she was suddenly bumped into by an unknown Elf, sending her tumbling to the ground. Groaning, she sat up and placed a hand on the back of her head. She had hit it, hard. <BR><BR>"Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?" the Elf asked as he kneeled down next to her, taking her hand to help her stand up. Narquelianar stared at the stranger in front of her. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen set in a handsome face surrounded by light brown hair. She did not know this Elf, but then she didn’t know many Elves. She seemed to lose herself in his gaze; his eyes were so blue and warm… <BR><BR>Suddenly remembering herself, she blinked and her face turned a light shade of red. <BR><BR>"I-- I am sorry, my Lord, I should not have stared. Yes, I am fine. No damage has been done." She stammered quietly, looking towards the ground, slightly embarrassed. <BR><BR>The <i>ellon</i> chuckled softly and then stood, lifting the <i>elleth</i> to her feet. <BR><BR>"’Tis alright. We are both at fault, I should say, for it is not everyday one bumps into a maiden as fair as you." He smiled. Narquelianar felt her face redden even more and she lowered her eyes to the ground once more. <BR><BR>"My name is Melinon," the <i>ellon</i> continued. "May I ask what your name is?"<BR><BR>"My name, my Lord, is Narquelianar." She said shyly, still looking at the ground. <BR><BR>"Narquelianar, please, call me Melinon. ‘My Lord’ just sounds so formal all the time. Can I ask you something?"<BR><BR>Narquelianar nodded, this time raising her eyes to meet his.<BR><BR>"Before I stumbled into you, you appeared to be very excited about something. Can I ask what it was?"<BR><BR>Narquelianar once again lowered her eyes and felt her face turn a lovely shade of red. Could this day become even more embarrassing?<BR><BR>"On no, Lord Melinon" she stammered, daring to say his real name, and starting to walk away. The <i>ellon</i> followed. "You would think it terribly foolish, and ironic at that. No, I will not take up any more of your time with my foolishness." Her voice, as always, was quiet and shy. <BR><BR>"Oh, but you aren’t." he protested. "Come now, it cannot be that bad. I need something to brighten my day anyway." <BR><BR>Narquelianar looked at him and then back at the ground. "Very well." She said sounding aggravated. "If you must know-- oh this is terribly ironic-- I was excited because I am to go to war as a healer."<BR><BR>"Now that is ironic. Why, may I ask, why you want to go to war? That is a paradox if I ever heard one."<BR><BR>Narquelianar sighed, "You can call me naïve, but I want to actually go somewhere and do something. I’ve been cooped up here my whole life and, I want to see the world." <BR><BR>Melinin stared straight ahead as they continued to walk along. "But, war isn’t something to want, even if it is for adventure. I know; I have seen war before."<BR><BR>"I’m sorry Melinon, I probably darkened your day more than brighten it but, well, I just can’t change the way I feel. But, I will promise you that I will try to stay away from trouble. But, I’m sorry, I have to go. I still have some medicines to mix together. Namarie." She said as she started to walk away. Melinon caught her arm.<BR><BR>"Wait!"<BR><BR>"Yes?"<BR><BR>"Will you be at the banquet tonight?" he asked.<BR><BR>Narquelianar nodded, "Yes. I will be there." Melinon smiled.<BR><BR>"Well, then I’ll see you tomorrow. <i>Tenna’ san’</i>."<BR><BR>Narquelianar gave him a tiny smile and then disappeared in the direction of her home feeling somewhat happier than she had felt in a while, knowing that she had made a friend. <BR><BR>****<BR>ellon- he-elf<BR>elleth- she-elf <BR>tenna' san'- until then<BR>namarie- farewell
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Postby skyfiery » Thu Jan 29, 2004 8:19 pm

Alakhis stood in the training barracks, silently lost in times long in her memories, when she heard excited shouts outside. She placed her sword down carefully, then strolled leisurely out, her sharp elven ears already hearing the whooshing of disturbed air.<BR><BR>Like everyone else, she gazed up and saw a great eagle descending upon Gondolin, and she recognized it as Thorondor, the king of the eagles in Middle-earth, servant of the Lord of the Valar--Manwe Sulimo.<BR><BR>In the distance, she saw the king Turgon, and Galdor rush out, and Thorondor spoke, warning of the rising shadow and the need to rally their armies. She tensed when 'Angband' was mentioned, for all knew about the stronghold and fortress of Morgoth Bauglir, and hated and feared it.<BR><BR>Alakhis did so as well, but there was another feeling--one of common grounds with Morgoth, with the darkness he represented: a side she did not like to show to others.<BR><BR>She took herself from her thoughts, and went up to Turgon, and bowed slightly, after Thorondor had departed. Turgon knew her, for she was one of his minstrels, and the only one to have been gifted with rare foresight by fate (or mayhap it was Mandos or even Eru himself).<BR><BR>"My Lord," said Alakhis, "there is need for war, I see. And if I may, I wish to join it as well, lending my skills as trainer of Gondolin's army, as well as a minstrel, for in these dark times, there is still need for song to lighten our hearts."<BR><BR>Turgon smiled slightly, and nodded. "We will be glad to have you amongst our ranks, Alakhis."<BR><BR>The minstrel and warrior smiled. And within her, she felt the first stirrings.<BR><BR>Sky
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Fri Jan 30, 2004 4:22 pm

Galdor walked hurriedly to the south of the city where the soldiers of his house were gathering.As he walked round a corner leading into a wide open area he was met by all his troops who welcomed him gladly.Not wanting to dispell this light moment with talk of war he bid his soldiers<BR><BR>"Go now and prepare for a great banquet tonight in the kings halls with your wives and children and i would get some sleep for i think the night will be long ere the drinking of wine and eating stops so go fourth and do not trouble your mind with what lies ahead."<BR><BR>With this his troops quickly dispersed seeking their families to tell them of the great feast in the Kings halls and Galdor could see in their faces the joy this brought but he felt that their hearts were heavy with fear of what would befall...
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Postby skyfiery » Fri Jan 30, 2004 5:58 pm

Alakhis was in the barracks again when some soldiers entered speaking excitedly amongst themselves. When they saw her, they stopped and gave her friendly greetings, for she was their friend outside of training, and not a stern armsmaster.<BR><BR>She smiled. "All of you seem excited over something."<BR><BR>"The king has called for a large banquet tonight," Menelmir said. "We have not had that for years so long even I cannot recall any."<BR><BR>Alakhis arched her brows with amusement. "And tell me again, 'mir, how old you are?"<BR><BR>The Elves around her laughed, as Menelmir answered, "Just passed six hundred." She smiled widely.<BR><BR>Alakhis shook her head, chuckling slightly, ere she sent the group on their way, and rose from her place, placing her weapons carefully and gently in a place where she could reach them easily, then she hurried to the stables to see that the horses were all given fresh feed, and hastened back to her room to change, for she knew that the minstrels would be required.<BR><BR>Sky<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Fri Jan 30, 2004 10:23 pm

“No!” Paul let out a groan of frustration, “Bring your elbow in and brace against your rib cage, other wise your right arm is going to collapse on itself and I’ll be able to get hit to your belly like I just did”<BR> <BR>“Sorry sir,” The Elf was obviously trying to contain some frustration of his own. It wasn’t often Elves were taught by mortals, and this mortal in particular seemed to have absurdly high expectations, “I’ll do better”. He was at least 1300 years older than this mortal and he was being made to defer to him! It ate at one.<BR><BR>“Again, lets go,” Paul didn’t wait for the elf to assent before he came at him whirling his staff like a button. The Elf sought to put his staff in the mix, like a stick in the spokes of a cart. With lightning speed Paul stopped the spinning of his staff and struck out at his opponents left side. He gentled the blow and backed up, “Always believe you enemy is trying to trick you, then you will have no surprises. Now, this next time when you come at me, make sure you….”<BR><BR>A trumpet blew across the courtyard and Paul spun with rage towards the perpetrator. The knots of rank on the soldier that was striding towards his little group did not have any impression on him. Already the bloody horns earlier, sounding all over the place had lost him at least half his class, and the others were decidedly peeved that they had not been able to come up with either the rank or excuse good enough to leave when the horns sounded. Paul didn’t even know what the horns meant; all he knew was that they interrupted his class. He chided himself for caring so much; if these elves wanted to run out on his lessons, that was their own fault, he was still getting paid. Arg! He was sounding like some 60 year old geezer talking about the youth of the world. He had to stop that. Besides the horns earlier he was developing quite a headache, and the way these elves kept looking at him down their noses made him want to crack their heads, but he was being paid and he had better self control than that.<BR><BR>The elf raised a hand in greeting and Paul gestured the elf he was sparing with to stand down. “Yes? Can I help you?” It was a question meant to sound slightly sarcastic; this was their city of course they wouldn’t need help from him. Ah! Just because he was having a bad day was no reason to take it out on everybody else, “apologies, its been a rough day. Is there anything I can do for you?”<BR><BR>“Think nothing of it,” The Elf smiled with that same suppressed distaste, “I am meirly here to inform you and your students that this class is canceled for today and the men are dismissed to prepare themselves for a grand feast tonight. They may bring their families if they so desire, and come in formal attire”<BR><BR>All control Paul had been trying to hold onto broke with a fresh wave of pain from his head brought on by the elves words, “Canceled! That’s my call! Its that lout Affilus who sent you isn’t it?! Just because he got knocked down first among his piers he thinks he can over ride me! Well you can tell…” He trailed off as he noticed that all his students had either slipped off or were in the process of slipping off. He let out a heated growl of frustration, “Ah, forgive me, it has really been one of those days”<BR><BR>“No need,” The elf was still smiling, though now with obvious amusement, “Affilus was commanded by Turgon himself, though he did smile a lot while giving me the order”<BR><BR>“I bet he did,” Paul muttered, “Ah, I don’t suppose you would know where I could get something for a headache?”<BR><BR>“Indeed sir,” The elf turned serious while giving information, “There is a healer in the city. She and her daughter, Narquelianar, are extremely skilled healers. I saw the Narquelianar herself up at the palace, if you wish, you might seek her there.” He gave Paul a brief description, supplemented by the kind of details a man who remembered beauty might provide.<BR><BR>Paul nodded and turned to collect the handful of staffs that had been left where they lay by those fearing the extra time it would take to put them away might cost them their window of escape.<BR><BR>“I will see you tonight sir,” The elf turned away as Paul snapped up from picking up a staff.<BR><BR>“What?” Paul asked<BR><BR>“Tonight, at the feast, I imagine we might see each other at some point,” The elf looked vaguely surprised, “You are going of course”<BR>“I did not know I was invited”<BR>“Of course”<BR>“Why? I am not a soldier or officer of this place”<BR>“You are a highly esteemed teacher and an elf friend, of course you are invited”<BR>“Hmm… Well I can’t argue with free elven food, now can I?”<BR>“It isn’t recommended”<BR>“Hah! I’ll be there then”<BR>“Good, be careful though, you might be drafted”<BR>“Drafted?”<BR>“Well not really but you might be asked if you will come with us when we go out to war”<BR>“You are going to war?”<BR>“You didn’t know? That is what the horns meant”<BR>“I’m new here, I know very little of this place,” Luke shook is head.<BR>“Ah, well the Elves and eagles and your own people are marching to Angband to make war on Morgoth”<BR>“Sound dangerous, no, suicidal really”<BR>“We do not think so, it is our duty”<BR>“Dying for duty is a terrible way to go”<BR>“But the honor in duty makes it a glorious death,” the elf persisted, struggling to keep his smile, which was looking rather fake as of late.<BR>“Perhaps… well I wont argue with you there. We’ll see, I don’t intend on being drafted”<BR>“Very well, good day”<BR>“Yes, good day,” Paul waved the elf off absently. He turned back to the staffs and then turned and walked from the square. Classes seemed trivial suddenly in light of the war coming. A war he would most likely fight in whether he liked it or not. It wasn’t that he wasn’t unpatriotic, he just did not have a country to be patriotic towards, if you did not count good vs evil.<BR><BR>He made his way quickly to the palace. His headache was getting worse if that were possible and he desperately wanted to find this girl healer he had been told about, what was her name? He also needed something to improve his mood. He wasn’t usually so snappish at people. He really was beginning to sound like and old geezer. It was nerves he knew. He had been fairly nervous ever since entering the Elfish city. He had simply been wandering, as he tended to do, when he had happened upon the entrance to the city and been seized by the guards.<BR><BR>It had taken nearly three days before they determined he was not some spy of Morgoth. After that he had been happy enough to take up the position of a teacher to any elves who wanted to learn how to use the staff in addition to their swords and bows. Even so, he had been nervous, and it had finally got to him, today of all days. Well perhaps the feast tonight would do to settle him.<BR><BR>He arrived at the palace quickly enough and even quicker learned that the woman he sought had already left for her home. After obtaining directions from a skeptical looking elf he made his way down into the city, fighting to maintain enough control of his mind to remember the directions over the pounding of his head.<BR><BR>He arrived at the dwelling a little under the time the elf had estimated he would make it. Obviously the elf had underestimated the speed, of which men could move, or at least Paul could, he could not speak for most men. He rapped on the door and was answered with a curt, “enter!”<BR><BR>He opened the door and entered a lowly lit room, much like a waiting room ,except there was a fire and herbs hung from the rafters of the house to dry. There were a few chairs in front of the fire and scattered round the room itself and bookshelf. (ooc: sorry If I’m describing her house too much, Arenial, <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> just a few details)<BR><BR>“Could you see to who is, Narquelianar?” A voice from somewhere in the bowls of the house said. Paul wondered vaguely how the owner had been able to project her voice all the way through the door so clearly.<BR><BR>“Yes <i> naneth,” </i> another softer voice said closer to him. A moment later a elf stepped into the room. Paul had to quite agree with the elf he had spoken with earlier. He was able to recognize this woman from the detailed description he had been given, and he found himself agreeing on most points, “Yes? Is there anything I can do for you?”<BR><BR>“Umm… er… yes, I have a rather bad headache”
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Sat Jan 31, 2004 2:25 pm

Galdor went to the highest part of the wall on the northern side and looked out onto the plain then onto the city in all its splendor.He closed his eyes and wondered to himself why must this war be why Gondolin must go to war.Upon opening them again he realised his answer,Gondoln must go to war to save Gondolin.Itwas then that the horn sounded for the start of the banquet and he stepped down from the wall heading for the kings hall<BR><BR>Walking through the city he saw many a fair person and for the time being he was happy and ten he met his wife looking beautiful in her white dress with their son at his arm.<BR><BR>This made Galdors thoughts turn to what if he did not survive this battle.The thought of not going flashed in his mind but he soon realised that if the men did not get as much help as they could then his family would be dead anyway.And with this he took his son in his arms and his wife by the arm to the great hall of Turgon
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Postby skyfiery » Sat Jan 31, 2004 7:43 pm

Alakhis passed by another training barrack on her way to her room, and passed a glance to the soldiers there, under a mortal trainer known as Paul. He had arrived in Gondolin barely a few short years ago--stumbled upon the hidden kingdom, in fact--and proved to be no harm. Yet, the law of Gondolin held such that no living being may know the whereabouts of the hidden kingdom and leave without grant from the king.<BR><BR>So it was that Paul was accepted into their midst, and the human proved an invaluable help, for he was used to warfare and training, and the countless skills that the Elves had, he added to them, and Alakhis had respect for the Man.<BR><BR>He did not see her as she passed, and she laughed softly to herself as her sharp ears caught the glimpses of conversation he held between himself and another of her kin, ere she hastened onward.<BR><BR>She passed for a short time under one of the waterfalls there were, and feeling refreshed and slightly cleaned, she went about to change into more flowing robes of black and silver instead of the tunic and leggings she now wore. <BR><BR>"Alakhis!" Passing voices outside her door called. "Hurry! You are becoming slow in your old age!" There was laughter in that voice and she recognized its owner.<BR><BR>The minstrel allowed herself a slight scowl, yet was slightly amused at the same time. "And you deem yourself quick, Minuryn?" she answered back in the right volume, not being too loud nor too soft, knowing that the Elf just outside her door could hear her. "That is all and well for our lives here, but," and here, Alakhis's voice grew serious, "if war is to come upon us, rashness may prove to be one's undoing."<BR><BR>Minuryn knocked then, and entered, closing the door behind him. He stood there for a while, gazing upon his old friend and warrior. He was the elder minstrel, but age was of no importance between the both of them.<BR><BR>"War will come." He nodded. "And indeed it already marches upon the lands beyond our sight. And we will go to fight it." He crossed the space to her and tugged on her hand. "But come. Turgon has called for a banquet, and this is a claim on us we must fufill first, at least."<BR><BR>Alakhis looked up then, and smiled. "Singing and dancing has always ever been your joy, Minuryn. You are mad."<BR><BR>"No more mad than you are, dear friend." Minuryn smiled widely and tugged on her hand once more.<BR><BR>Alakhis sighed, rose, and grabbed her flute--a gift from her friend, made of wood and laced with silver. Its craft was cunningly wrought, and its tune high and clear. <BR><BR>Together, they made their way to the hall, and standing there, took short moments to gaze at the people that rushed gracefully about, ere they took their places with the other minstrels and awaited the arrival of Turgon.<BR><BR>Sky
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Postby Rinon » Sat Jan 31, 2004 10:21 pm

Melinon walked home with a less heavy heart. The Elven maiden's smile had brightened his day. She had some tough fiber, a hidden fierceness and bravery under her shy, humble facade. He was looking forward to meeting her at the feast tonight.<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{(Four hours later)}~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>Melinon was rushing around, making sure his household was ready for the feast. He did feel a little guilty as he talked to some of them, for he had all ready picked those who were to accompany him to war on the backs of the Eagles. Everyone, picked or not, was understanding and werent angry in the slightest. For that he was grateful, for he had enough on his mind right now. But that would all be put aside for the feast, and he promised to just try to have fun. He walked back to his private chambers to see if his wife and son were ready to leave for the feast. His wife was a beautiful Lady, and very wise and farsighted. She was always interested in her husband's affairs and gave him good council. He had fallen in love with her on the golden shores of Vinyamar, and they had wed after moving to Gondolin. They had only one child, a boy named Aerandir, who was now a young man in Elven years, full of vitality and life. He was determined to march off to war, but his parents, mostly his mother, were against it. Finally, the whole household was ready, and they went off to the feast in the hals of Turgon, happily talking and singing as they went.
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Postby Arenial » Sun Feb 01, 2004 5:08 pm

<i>Rap. Rap. Rap.</i> came a noise just outside. Setting her book down on the chair next to her, Narquelianar stood up and answered the door. There stood a man.<BR><BR>"Yes? Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked, using the Common Tongue. That was one of her other skills.<BR><BR>"Umm… er… yes, I have a rather bad headache" the man said.<BR><BR>Narquelianar grinned "Come right in, I have just the thing." She said, opening the door, allowing the man to walk in. "Just wait right here." She said and then disappeared into one of the adjoining rooms. She came back just a few minutes later carrying a small pouch with a drawstring.<BR><BR>"Here you go. Just place two of these leaves in some boiling water and drink it, but, do not use them all at once. There is enough in here for a few uses." she instructed, handing him the pouch, and then added "Aren’t you the new weapons teacher? I have seen you around the training rings."<BR><BR>The man nodded "Yes. My name is Paul. And I you are Narquelianar?" <BR><BR>The redhead nodded "Aye. It was nice to meet you."<BR><BR>"And the same to you. I’d better get going though. Thank you for the medicine." He said and handed her a few silver coins.<BR><BR>"You are welcome." she said, placing the coins in a tiny pouch that hung on a belt around her waist.<BR><BR>Paul bowed in thanks and then left. Now, it was time to get ready for the banquet.<BR><BR>******<BR><BR>Narquelianar stood gazing at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a gown of white silk that hugged her small, slender figure nicely. It had a scooped neck that hung lightly on her narrow shoulders and the sleeves trailed down her arms until about the elbow and then flared out at the end. The neckline, sleeves and the bottom of the gown were hemmed with little leaves in silver embroidered into the dress. Her fiery red hair was loose and she wore white slippers on her small feet. For once she was actually happy with her appearance for a banquet.<BR><BR>"Narquelianar?" a voice asked from the other room. It belonged to her brother. He had come in without knocking, as he normally did. <BR><BR>"Yes Elear?" she called back.<BR><BR>"Are you ready to leave? The banquet will start soon."<BR><BR>Narquelianar appeared before him a few seconds later. "Aye, I am ready." <BR><BR>Her brother stared at her in amazement. "Ana," he said, using his name for her, "you look… stunning." <BR><BR>Narquelianar blushed and then giggled "Thank you Elear. You look rather handsome tonight as well. Trying to catch a certain maiden’s eye tonight are we?" she teased, knowing that he had been pinning after an <i>elleth</i> named Lirima for quiet sometime now.<BR><BR>"Well, it is better to have someone to try and catch your eye with than no one at all." Elear muttered. "But come, we must go."<BR><BR>Narquelianar nodded and the two walked off into the night.
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Tue Feb 03, 2004 2:30 pm

They looked up into the cloudless sky with awe coming to the kings halls as the stars were bright, this night and this only enhanced Galdors wifes beauty and a wide smile came to his face looking at her<BR><BR>They went thriugh the kings great doors carved with the finest of skill and into the main chamber which was to say the least astonishing.The grandness of the room was immense and it was decorated with centuries of skill and they could not fix their gaze in one place as it was all to the finest detail<BR><BR>Galdor realised that he and the people with him were slightly late as most of the seats were filled with only three remaining on the kings table for them.As they came over the king gave them a warm greeting being an old friend of the family regualry having them for dinner yet this time he had far outdone himself and it could be seen he had pt in a lot of effort<BR><BR>"Galdor old friend how fare you on this fine evening"<BR><BR>"I am very pleased to see outside of business and i see that you have put a lot of effort in to entertain, moreso than when i have ate here, are you trying to tell me something"<BR><BR>With that they sat down laughing and chatted lightly as the food came out
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue Feb 03, 2004 3:25 pm

Paul bowed and left. He headed straight for his apartments at a fast walk. His head was pounding so hard that he thought he might pass out. What were these headaches coming from?! He’d been having headaches recently and hadn’t been able to discern any kind of cause, but this was the worst so far.<BR><BR>He staggered into a wall and clung to the window for support as a particularly sharp wave of pain drilled into his brain. He considered just chewing a couple of the leaves were he stood to see if they would do anything, but he decided against it. Despite the urgent pain he had spent enough time wandering through nature to discover the hard way the ill affects of improperly taken herbs.<BR><BR>He stood for a moment trying to compose himself, then went on, almost at a jog. He had to pass back up through the city and the passed the kings court at the top of the city, then down again towards his apartments. He should have, through courtesy, walked around the summit to get to his district, but his headache wouldn’t wait that long he was sure.<BR><BR>A few streets later he stumbled into his abode. It was a plane affair. The walls were the plain dressed stone that much of the city was composed of, with a couple windows cut into the walls. There was a simple bed, made neatly, though with the look of being slept on. Paul never bothered to crawl under any covers; he hadn’t since the day he arrived. He was used to sleeping out doors and he would get too warm if he slept with to many coverings; besides, the city was warm for the most part.<BR><BR>Paul hung the simple iron kettle full off water over the flames in the fireplace that he was always sure to bank up before going out. He sat on the bed and held his head in his hands for a few minutes before getting up and taking out the pouch. Inside were several leaves, and once again he had to suppress the urge to simply chew on a couple of them. Instead he busied himself ripping two leaves into small fragments. They may have been meant to steep whole, but if they were in smaller pieces their properties would permeate the water faster.<BR><BR>The water seemed to take and unnaturally long time to boil. Finally, however, it was boiling and Paul tossed the leaf fragments into the water and continued waiting. Finally he could take it no longer. It felt as though he was going to burst through his own skull if he did not get some relief. He snatched a pewter cup from a shelf and quickly pored a full cup. Steeling himself he gulped the boiling mixture down. It burned his mouth and throat as it went down and set about wreaking havoc to his insides. The herbs were bitter but not unbearable.<BR><BR>When he had drained the cup he dropped it. Breathing heavily he sank onto his bed. The cup shattered when it hit the floor but Paul didn’t care. The pain in his head was blinding so that the burning of his mouth, throat, and stomach was petty by comparison. The walls suddenly rushed in and everything went black.<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue Feb 03, 2004 3:26 pm

Paul’s eyes fluttered open slowly, the sky outside was dimmer than it had been when he had passed out. There was the sound of unnaturally high foot traffic from outside under his window, and the talk of many excited voices. He sat up groggily, and then stood. A crunch of clay underfoot brought back the memory of dropping the cup. The pain was gone though. Whatever the leaves had been they had completely nullified the pain of the headache.<BR><BR>What time was it? He looked out the window and saw a steady stream of elves ascending towards the palace. He had to admire the finery he saw, the ladies in brilliant gowns and the men in fine coats. Obviously the feast was about to start. Time to look to himself.<BR><BR>A wooden closet in the corner of the room, hand carved by some Elvin carpenter, provided the few extra clothes Paul owned. He washed quickly and combed out his hair to a dull shine before tying it back with a block thong. From the closet he brought out his formal clothing. <BR><BR>These were the only fancy clothes he could be said to own. First came a pair of soft velvety black pants with simple silver embroidery up the legs, then a white tunic that he laced tightly. Over the tunic went a dark forest green coat, embroidered with black thread, vines wound down the sleeves and entwined around his wrists. On the back, minutely stitched on was extremely soft and velvety black leather cut in the semblance of a large oak tree. The collar was embroidered much like the arms only with more basic swirls and curves, and the coat was done up with dull silver buttons.<BR><BR>He had obtained the clothing quite some time before. It had been about seven years before when he had been asked to accompany a young woman to a party her father was throwing. At the time he had thought himself very much in love with the perfect woman and had spent a great deal of his currency on the coat and pants. Only after the feast had he discovered that the love of his life was simply what many leisurely ladies of the day were; an attractive woman who sought the attention of handsome men and did not have even the slightest semblance of an original thought in her head.<BR><BR>Somewhere between listening to her laugh over the humorless jokes he had try to tell and having her gape in sincere awe when he told her that in some parts of world trees grew upside down, he decided it was most definitely not to be. Since then the close remained tightly wrapped cloth and brought out occasionally to air when he stayed in one place longer than a week. Since he had decided to stay in the Elvin city he had even gone so far as to hang them in a closet.<BR><BR>And now he wore them again. He hadn’t changed much in seven years, hardly at all really. He even supposed he looked handsome, though next to the beauty of the elves that wasn’t saying much. But he was not out to impress anyone in any case, he had not seen many mortal women since he had arrived, if any at all. Besides, he no longer had much faith in the quality of mortal women, if they were anything like that noble’s daughter. <BR><BR>The Elvin women he respected far more. They were beautiful to behold and a pleasure always to speak with. In their minds dwelled intelligence and a strong independence that one couldn’t help but admire. Unless of course, you were one of those men who preferred the wife to dither about all day, giggling and playing maid.<BR><BR>Paul gave himself a final look over and slipped on the pair of sturdy black Elvin shoes he had acquired since his arrival. He preferred his boots when walking about, but these would fit his dress for the evening of feasting and dancing. It had been ages since he had danced but he could still remember all the steps in his head. He only hoped his legs would remember and fall in line if he got the opportunity that night.<BR><BR>He stepped out and joined the stream of Elves that headed up towards the King’s Hall. He was feeling much better now that his headache had left him, and none of his previous bad humor remained. He grinned at any who glanced his way, suddenly feeling excited about the night to come. It was going to prove to be a night to remember, he was sure. At least he hoped it would be.<BR><BR>He was by now certain that he would accompany the Elves to war. There was no way he could in good conscience allow them to march off to their deaths and just do nothing. He was certain however, that they were marching to their deaths, and he to his. It didn’t concern him as much as it once might have. He had nothing tying him to life, no family, no love, no great ambitions; if he died tomorrow he knew he would go shrugging his shoulders.<BR>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue Feb 03, 2004 3:26 pm

The Hall was glowing with the light of many torches and candles, as well with the otherworldly light that seemed to exist where ever Elves habitated. Paul walked slowly into the hall with a mass of others that pressed through the doors. He spotted tables laden with food immediately and noted their position. He would get to them later, for the moment though he was searching for two individuals. He wanted to find the healer, what was her name? Narquelianar! That was it. He wanted to thank her for her herbs and knowledge; never since the headaches had begun had his head felt so clear and clean. He also wanted to find the soldier he had spoken with earlier and apologies for his harsh and uncaring words.<BR><BR>It took a while to find even one of the Elves he sought, but he finally approached the soldier and tapped him on the shoulder. The elf turned and instantly a smile sprang to his face. Paul could not really tell if It where fake or not, but all things considered he placed his bet on the former. After all if he were at a feast with mortal and the only Elve in the room sought him out, there was no telling how the evening might be spent. In the Elves place, Paul had no doubt he would fear the human would latch on in an unfamiliar environment and spend the entire night with him. Calmly Paul allied any such fears.<BR><BR>“Ah, so here I see you,” the elf beamed and bowed slightly, “I hope you are enjoying yourself, the food and such”<BR>“Yes indeed,” Paul bowed in return, “I just wanted to apologize for my words earlier. Perhaps this is not suicide and duty and honor go hand in hand many times”<BR>“Well, thank you,” the elf nodded his head and perhaps the smile lost a little of its rigidness, “I will except your apology”<BR>“Thank you,” Paul gave a final bow and turned to leave, “perhaps I will see you later”<BR>“Yes, perhaps”<BR><BR>One down, one to find; then food to eat and perhaps a dance or two, maybe the healer would be up for one, then he had to go about getting himself enlisted. A busy night ahea<BR>
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Postby Arenial » Tue Feb 03, 2004 8:29 pm

Narquelianar and her brother ascended the stairs to the entrance of the grand Hall. Elves everywhere wore their finest robes and gowns; this would be a night to remember. The crowd was large; it was easy to lose someone. Hopefully, though, when the meal was brought out, everything would settle out. <BR><BR>"Narquelianar!" someone called from behind. The <i>elleth</i> turned. There stood Melinon, his arm wrapped around a beautiful <i>elleth</i> and a young <i>ellon</i> standing next to him. Narquelianar smiled and strode up to her new friend.<BR><BR>"<i>Suilad a mae govannen</i>, Melinon." She greeted with a smile, though her voice was, as always, timid.<BR><BR>"<i>Suilad</i> Narquelianar. I would like you to meet my lovely wife and my son, Aerandir." He said gesturing to the two Elves he stood with. <BR><BR>Narquelianar bowed her head in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you both." She said slightly blushing under Aerandir’s gaze. Melinon was about to say something else but, at that moment, a horn sounded. It was time to eat.<BR><BR>Elves hurriedly found places for themselves and others and Narquelianar found herself sitting next to Aerandir. Melinon and his wife were sitting near the end of the table and Narqulianar could see that Elear had found himself a seat next to Lirima. This made her chuckle a bit. When Areandir asked her what was so funny and she explained to him that her brother had been pinning after this maiden for a time now. This made Areandir chuckle in turn and the two began talking throughout the course of the meal. She found it easy to talk to this young <i>ellon</i> and found herself enjoying his company. The meal in itself was delicious and there was no lack of laughter.<BR><BR>When the food had been finished and the laughter dying down, sweet melodies began to play through the Hall and couples took to the dance floor. Areandir looked at Narquelianar.<BR><BR>"Would you do me the honour, milady, of this dance?" he asked with a grin.<BR><BR>Narquelianar’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of red. "The honour would be mine, my lord." She giggled and took Areandir’s offered arm. The two walked out to the dance floor where Areandir took Narquelianar’s small hand in his own and slipped his other arm around her slim waist, leading her in a slow, melodic dance. This made the <i>elleth</i>, however, feel uneasy at first. This new feeling of closeness was one she had never felt before. It was rather… unsettling but… nice just the same. She sighed softly in spite of herself and continued to let Areandir lead her in the dance.<BR><BR>******<BR><BR>Suilad a mae govannan- greetings and well met
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Postby Rinon » Tue Feb 03, 2004 9:16 pm

Melinon chuckled, watching his son Aerandir dancing with Narquelianar. He wasn't ready to sweep his lady off to the dance floor yet. There was still food left. And good food it was too. Savoury meats and poultry of all kinds, fruits,and vegetables arranged in any form and combination imaginable. Then there was some delicious pastry and bread dishes. But the best part was the desserts. Cakes, pies, puddings, new kinds of foods that were frozen and kept everyone cool under their heavy clothing, and many more culinary creations. Almost all the Cooks and Chefs in Gondolin have worked hard preparing this massive amount of food. While Melinon ate, his wife Lindelaurë was going around complementing all the Ladies on their dresses and making small talk. She finally managed to drag(not literally <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>) Melinon away from their table and the food and they moved around the hall, talking to old friends. they conversed with the heads of other houses and made small talk. But some of their talk turned more serious. They discussed plans for war and how they would fight with the Eagles as their steed. Melinon, starting to get saddened with this talk, deided now was the time to ask his Lady for a dance. They moved across the dance floor with confidence and grace, putting the young elves to shame. Melinon winked as he passed Aerandir and Narquelianar who were still dancing, closer and more comfortably now.
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Postby skyfiery » Wed Feb 04, 2004 12:30 am

Seeing that the Elven lords and ladies had gotten up to dance, Minuryn gave a small nod, and the minstrels started the music. The high and almost-sharp notes of the flutes joined with the lighter melodies of the many Elven harps. After some time of pure music, the minstrels raised their voices and joined in the music, and their Elven voices flowed so smoothly with the instruments the songs were felt more than they were heard.<BR><BR>Alakhis tuned out the noises of the banquet, and allowed just the music of the minstrels to wash over her, and her eyes gazed at a distant spot that was inside of her, and the music became as colors, weaving and intertwining into one another. And as they brushed past her, they caressed and buffetted her like the wind did, being at once gentle like the whisper of air between the leaves, as well as the gale that shook and tore trees from the deep earth.<BR><BR>And in that center of chaos and stillness came images to her mind that held her frozen till their course was done. <BR><BR>When they vanished abruptly, Alakhis gasped slightly and her breath on the flute faltered. Eyes turned to stare at her, and Minuryn quickly directed the other flautist to take over for a short time. He leaned close to her ear so that there would be no need for shouting. "Are you all right?"<BR><BR>She nodded. "Yes." She tilted her face slightly so that her eyes caught his and he recognized her expression.<BR><BR>"Do you wish for me to seek out Narquelianar? She is a good healer."<BR><BR>"There is no need to." Alakhis held up her flute again. "We will speak more later, 'ryn."<BR><BR>He nodded, cast a glance at Turgon who was gazing at them, and directed the minstrels again.<BR><BR>Sky
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Postby naryatheringoffire » Fri Feb 06, 2004 3:28 pm

Galdor was very pleased with the night so far as he could see only joy in the eyes of all even Turgon himself who was up dancing very soon and he was no novice as all could see.<BR><BR>He and his lady flowed around the dance hall like water and amazed all but also made more want to dance.<BR><BR>Galdor was one of them and soon after the king he was dancing with his wife who looked beautiful to him in the light of the kings hall, this went on for i while and all were happy until he and his wife noticed their child asleep on the floor and so tey took him to bed.<BR><BR>His wife insisted on going alone so he could enjoy the feast more until she return which he did for a while but he then went otside and gazed at the stars which he loved to do.<BR><BR>for some reason they were exceptionly bright this night and he pondered of the weeks ahead when he saw his wife skipping back to the palace and he joined her back in the halls
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Mon Feb 09, 2004 2:02 pm

Paul had finally spotted the healer, Narquelianar. She was dancing with a young elf out on the dance floor. As he watched he found himself once again agreeing with the Elf he talked to earlier, she was definitely enchanting. More than that though, the way they moved made him more and more want to dance. He felt like a child among all these ancient beings and his feet seemed to want to run and play as if he truly were. He reigned them in fiercely, though, contenting himself with hovering near the food laden table and occasionally throwing a mock glare at a group of his students who were no doubt discussing his gentle teachings.<BR><BR>The Elvish wine was especially good. While most of the wines of men might loosen the tongue and dull the wits, the wine of the Elves seemed rather to loosen the tongue and make one more eloquent. That and it was by far the best Paul had ever drunk. The food also was marvelous and he ate with gusto. It was not every day, or every man who had the opportunity to eat from the table of the Elves. This was a feast to tell his grandchildren about. If he ever had any, which he decided was looking decidedly unlikely at this point.<BR><BR>Finally however he tore himself away from the table, promising it that he would return to keep it company throughout the long night ahead. Right then, however, he need to find an enlistment officer, someone who could tell him were and when to be. That proved to be exceptionally difficult. With all the Elves dressed in so much finery it was enough to confuse Paul as to who bore any rank. A few Elves wore knots of rank on their collars or sleeves, and the king was all too obvious, but who to ask? <BR><BR>He didn’t fancy the results of walking up to the king and proclaiming that he would like to fight in the war. Well actually that might not be all that bad, but then what? He would be passed of to some underling, he was sure and told to report to so and so, and just might in the end have to break his promise to the banquet table.<BR><BR>He could always approach the king ladder in the night, in any case. Right now though, his feet were itching for a dance. The problem was, however, being around all these elves tended to make him rather shy. Since he had been in the city he had only briefly met, perhaps, twenty elves. None of them he had spent considerable time with, if you didn’t count the questioners he had first met upon arriving at the city.<BR><BR>There was one elf, a captain of sorts, he had met, Alakhis, who he liked. She had seemed not dislike him as the other elves seemed to. He could understand their mild hostilities but was grateful that at least one of them could put that aside. Then there was Narquelianar. She had seemed amiable enough; of course he had had a splitting headache at the time so maybe he just couldn’t tell.<BR><BR>Well Alakhis he spotted playing the flute. He doubted very much he could ask for a dance there, but he thought he should talk to her later should the opportunity arise, maybe she could direct him to some way of getting involved. Narquelianar was already out on the dance floor.<BR><BR>Paul turned and strode as gracefully as he could out onto the dance floor. He approached the couple and tapped the elf on the back, “Excuse me, do you mind if I cut in?”<BR><BR>“Of course not,” Came the per functionary reply, and he glanced to Narquelianar who nodded.<BR><BR>“No fear, I shall give her back shortly,” Paul assured, taking up the elf’s position.<BR><BR>Aerandir gave a slight bow and walked from the dance floor.<BR><BR>“Excuse me for cutting in,” Paul continued the dance, probably not as graceful as Aerandir but Paul still fancied himself a fair leg, “I was seeking you to thank you for your herbs, they worked wonders”<BR>
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Postby skyfiery » Tue Feb 10, 2004 5:52 am

The night grew late, and the moon waxed till it came to its zenith and bathed the valley in which Gondolin was based in in silver and white, and its light was reflected off the walls of the protective mountains and gleamed slightly more dully into the halls and rooms.<BR><BR>Turgon called for the minstrels to stop and partake in the feast, and Minuryn allowed them to leave, praising them for their skilled playing and singing. They laughed, waved to Minuryn and Alakhis, and departed to join their own families and friends.<BR><BR>Minuryn led his friend to a corner, instructed her to remain there, and went off for a time, returning with some food and wine. He handed a plate to her, as well as a globet, and leaned in close so that their voices would not have to be raised, and would not travel past their ears to reach those who should not hear their words.<BR><BR>"What did you see?" he asked lowly, breath warm on her face. Others who saw them might have thought that he had thoughts other than talking on his mind.<BR><BR>"Visions," she answered, leaning backward against the wall, suddenly exhausted. "I saw Morgoth thrown down, but the battles are long and hard, and many will grief ere everything is finished. I saw a Ring, and the darkness and malice it holds, and how the free people struggled to destroyed it." <BR><BR>She was silent for a moment, and Minuryn allowed her to think. They were long friends, and were comfortable with each other being close.<BR><BR>Alakhis finally stirred, and without hesitation, continued, as if she had not stopped. "And I saw a time that will come, still distant, when the earth shook and broke asunder, and great music filled the lands, and colors were richer than we see them now." She tilted her face to look Minuryn in the eyes. "I think I beheld the Second Theme."<BR><BR>His face held neither disbelief, nor acceptance, but quiet contemplation of her words. He did not say anything in the end, but made her wait there again and went off to get more food.<BR><BR>As she chuckled lowly to herself and waited, she saw Paul walking towards her. She knew what he wished to talk about, for what else could one tactician and trainer speak to each other about but of war and of relation to war? <BR><BR>Sky
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Postby GurthangtheIronofDeath » Tue Feb 10, 2004 9:54 am

Ecthelion watched the couples dance sadly. He wondered how many of them would survive the war and return to their beautiful city. <BR><BR> Ecthelion did not relish the thought of war although he was acknowledged by many as the most skillful warrior in Gondolin. The King also knew this and had appointed him the post of Guardian of the Fountain. He wondered if he would ever live to see the day when the free peoples could lay down their swords and have no need for fortresses and strongholds.<BR><BR>"Would you like to dance?" A beautiful elf-maiden stood before him, he had not noticed her while he had been thinking.<BR><BR>"Certainly my lady." Ecthelion got up and proceeded to move around the ballroom gracefully with the elf-maid. He forgot his troubles as his mind was lost in the complicated steps of the dance.<BR><BR><i>I hope I am one of those who will return</i>,he thought.
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Postby Arenial » Tue Feb 10, 2004 4:38 pm

"Excuse me, do you mind if I cut in?"<BR><BR>Narquelianar looked up at the sound of Paul’s voice. She found she had rested her head on Aerandir’s chest and her eyes had closed, as the two seemed to float gracefully across the dance floor.<BR><BR>"Of course not" Aerandir said, though Narquelianar could see a look of disappointment cross his face though it soon vanished. <BR><BR>"No fear, I shall give her back shortly." Narquelianar couldn’t help but giggle softly as he said this and the two began dancing to a more lively song. Though not as graceful, Narquelianar noted that Paul was not at all a horrible dancer. <BR><BR>"Excuse me for cutting in. I was seeking you to thank you for your herbs, they worked wonders."<BR><BR>"You are most welcome. Though, I must confess, I did not know what the affects they would have on a mortal. The herbs I gave you were the milder version of what we use on Elves." She said with a slight embarrassed laugh. <BR><BR>Paul looked at her in surprise "The <i>milder</i> version? I find <i>that</i> quite hard to believe." He said and then related the story of how he had passed out after taking the medicine. Narquelianar shook her head with a laugh.<BR><BR>"Well," she said, "I shall know for next time. In the mean time, you may want to try one leaf next time you have a headache. If that doesn’t work, add another half. It may lessen the after affects."<BR><BR>"I’ll remember that" Paul said as they continued to dance, "Now, you’ll have to excuse my dancing. I know I’m probably not the most graceful of dancers."<BR><BR>The red head chuckled "Oh, not at all." She said and the whispered in his ear "I’ve seen Elves that were worse." The two shared quite a laugh over this though silence fell over them quickly. <BR><BR>Narquelianar was quite surprised at how this night had turned out and that she had even been asked to dance at all. Had this been any other banquet, she would have left for home hours ago. Yes, she would indeed remember this night for as long as she lived, though she didn’t know how long that would be. In the midst of these thoughts, she caught sight of a small group of soldiers laughing and enjoying themselves.<BR><BR>"They look so merry.” Narquelianar murmured, mostly to herself, “Do they not know the reason for this banquet?" <BR><BR>"No, they do not; not all of them anyway. My guess is that the Lord Turgon will tell them after the banquet to prepare for war." Paul answered her. Narquelianar continued to watch them.<BR><BR>"’Tis sad. Many of them will go to their deaths" she said and then added "As I do." <BR><BR>"You?" Paul looked down on her in surprise. "You are going to war? But why?"<BR><BR>"I am a healer, second only to my mother. She is sending me and a few others to aid the wounded." The <i>elleth</i> explained. <BR><BR>Paul frowned "But why would she send you? Surely there are others who could go?" <BR><BR>"It was my choice. I volunteered myself to go and give whatever aid I can. Besides, they will need someone with my knowledge. But, will you go as well?"<BR><BR>Paul nodded, "It is beginning to look that way." He said as the song ended. Taking his cue, Paul excused himself. "I promised the food table I would return to it before seeking out someone with knowledge about the war." He said, a smile returning to his face.<BR><BR>Narquelianar smiled back and nodded, watching as he disappeared into the crowd. She then turned to seek out Aerandir once more. <BR><BR> <BR><BR><BR> <BR>
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Postby Rinon » Fri Feb 13, 2004 11:56 am

Lindelaurë<BR><BR> As soon a paul went back to the food table, Aerandir took his cue and walked back onto the dance floor. He had in fact been watching them out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He had grown quite close to this Elf-maiden. He swept her into his arms and led her in a sweeping waltz across the floor. She laughed and then started leading him. Some of the older Elves were looking at them a little funny, but they didn't care. <BR><BR> Eventually getting tired of dancing, Aerandir asked Narquelianar if she would fancy getting a bite to eat. She agreed, so they went off to check out the dessert table. After having gotten a bite to eat, they walked outside to the moonlit gardens. The city looked so peaceful and calm. They sat down on a bench overlooking the city. They might as well enjoy the peace and the view while it lasted.<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>Melinon and Lindelaurë had also left the dance floor. They talking to some of the most powerful Elves in Gondor, the ones who were planning the war. They were telling Melinon all of their plans for war. Lindelaurë was talking to the man Tuor, who had wedded the king's daughter. This was indeed a very extraordinary thing, a man and High Elf married. But they were happy together, and that's all that counts. He was indeed very charming and in stature looked like an Elf, for the gift, or doom, of men had not yet fallen upon him.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Arenial » Fri Feb 13, 2004 9:28 pm

Narquelianar sighed and closed her eyes, a small smile upon her face. This whole night had been magical; she wanted to remember it. And now, sitting with Aerandir, she felt perfectly content; something she hadn’t felt in a long while. It was like a void in her heart had been filled, and it was a wonderful feeling. She opened her eyes again and looked out into the city. The Sun was just on the peak of rising, creating shadows in the city below them. It was beautiful. There was a small movement beside her, and then there was an arm draped around her shoulders, holding her close. Aerandir. Narquelianar didn’t know what to think of him. Though, only knowing for about a day, she felt this strange attachment to him. Everything was strange now, to her at least. In the past day or so she had seen and felt things she never had before. And it was wonderful’ simply wonderful. Sighing and closing her eyes once more, she leaned against Aerandir, resting her head on his shoulder. She wanted to stay here forever. The feeling of his arms around her was so… she couldn’t describe it. But there was a sinking feeling in her stomach also, knowing she would have to leave the next day with the soldiers; that she’d have to leave this behind. And, she didn’t think Aerandir knew she was leaving; if he did he hadn’t spoken about it. <BR><BR><i>"Perhaps he just does not want to ruin the night. But, I’ll have to tell him one way or another."</i> She told herself. Now might be a good a time as any.<BR><BR>"Aerandir," she whispered softly, breaking the comfortable silence the two were sharing. <BR><BR>"Hmmm?" <BR><BR>"I am going to war with the soldiers early tomorrow." She said softly.<BR><BR>Aerandir sat up, letting loose his hold on her, and turned to face her. He looked at her, a surprised look on his face. He had just met this <i>elleth</i> the evening before, and now she was leaving? <BR><BR>"What? You can not go to war!" he cried, standing up, suddenly overwhelmed with this feeling to protect her. <BR><BR>"I have to go. I am a healer and the wounded will need me," Narquelianar explained, though suddenly regretting telling him. "Aerandir, please calm down. You are making this more difficult than it already is." Aerandir sat down again. "Listen, I volunteered to go with two others." She explained softly, not wanting to look at him for some reason. Telling him she was leaving him was painful for some reason. <BR><BR>Aerandir stared at her, not wanting to believe what he had just heard. She had volunteered? Was she mad? The <i>ellon</i> shook his head and stared ahead at the city below.<BR><BR>"But, why would you <i>volunteer</i>? It is madness."<BR><BR>Narquelianar groaned inwardly. She knew he would ask. She took in a deep breath and started to speak.<BR><BR>"Oh, it seems so foolish now but I suppose I joined because I wanted to go somewhere; to do something and see the world. Now, I know that going to war isn’t the best choice to do this but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere if I didn’t." here she stopped and now looked at his face. She didn’t know what would happen next.
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