Dangerous Path

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Postby None_Elf_Ear » Mon Jul 05, 2004 5:33 am

The pale blue sky was not the weather they all expected to have when they were to leave for the far Western island. But this is what they had : plain, blue sky, so blue that you could have lost your glance into it, and there was no cloud to break the silence above.

There were many Elves causing a continuous agitation around the ship, though just 20 of them were about to set foot on the awaiting deck. But some of their friends and relatives had come with them to help them, even if they were'n carrying too much luggage. More precious were the memories and feelings they had in their hearts.

Brenderiel stood alone, like always. She had never liked talking too much, and nobody knew too much about what she liked or disliked. Her hair was strongly tied under the hood of the tunic, and her hand was relaxed on the long bow, gently caressing it's material. She glanced at the sky, then at the sea, such a calm and serene water, expecting them to leave these lands forever ...

She could not think about the woods. The old woods, so green and filled with life and light, she was about to abandon. Why thinking ? It was useless. She had tried long time to make this last voyage later, but her will for the sea had became too strong.
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Postby GwenElf » Mon Jul 05, 2004 11:19 am

There were so many people clustered about the harbour that it was difficult for Andante to tell exactly how many there were. Eyes wide to take in as much as she could with her severly limited vision, the dark-haired Elf was humming under her breath, allowing for her to 'see' those gathered about. She could sense them, their emotions, their sadness and their joy, but she could not see them, so she stood in one spot, unmoving except to brush her short-cropped hair from her face now and then. The wind came down out of the west, and the sun beat down upon her from on high, battling the wind for control of her face’s senses. Andante wondered vaguely what the sky was like, and the water. It had been forever since she had seen them.

Her lap-harp, Gaila, her mithril pendant, and two small daggers carried for protection were the only items she was taking on this voyage. There were provisions on the ship, and once they arrived, clothing wouldn’t matter, and so she had not bothered. Knowing that she would not need to bother with excess items had been a relief. The more she carried, the more there was to lose. The Elven bard rolled her unseeing emerald eyes and shifted back and forth.

“Isn’t it about time?” she grumbled to herself, and with the cessation of her humming, her ‘sight’ was gone as well. She stood in a dark room, seeing only shadows, yet she was unconcerned. “How long will it take before all of the goodbye’s are said?”

“Haven’t you anyone to say farewell to, dear?” a voice asked, and she turned instinctively to the source of the sound, taking up her quiet humming to get a better idea of the person she was facing. It was a female Elf, she knew that from the voice alone, and of average Elven height. After a few moments of singing to herself, Andante was sure this Elf was no threat. It seemed an odd place for threats, the bard knew, but being unable to see kept her on constant watch, ironic as it seemed.

“No, I have no one,” Andante replied, shifting Gaila to a more comfortable position in her arms.

“Well,” the woman said, and Andante could sense a scolding tone in her voice, “many others do, and the ship will leave in due time.”

The Elven bard heard the other move away, and again she rolled her eyes. Turning her face to the warmth of the sun, she waited.
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Postby LadyRionaofDromin » Mon Jul 05, 2004 12:59 pm

There was so much activity, much more than Veleg was used to, around her. The young Elf looked about anxiously, yet part of her felt sorrowful for leaving the land she knew so little about. She was not even 900 years of age yet, and she was already sailing to the West with her siblings and great-great grandparents.

"Stop moving, Veleg," her eldest sister said, knocking her on her shoulder.

Veleg immediately ceased movement and chewed her bottom lip. She was scared, too, not just anxious and sad. She had never sailed before, ever. Her great-great grandparents had been much too protective of her for that.

But, among the fear, anxiousness, and sorrow, there was a feeling of wariness. She had always been able tell when something bad would happen beforehand, as with her parents' deaths. She was never able to tell what, exactly, would happen, but she just knew there was foreboding auras in the air. It frightened her only a little, but she shrugged it off, nonetheless. Whatever would happen, would happen, right?

Still, the ominous feeling hung at the back of her mind as the ship was almost ready to set sail. Veleg shuffled on with her great-great grandparents and siblings in a line of other Elves, wondering what would come...
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Postby shieldmaidenofrohan » Thu Jul 08, 2004 9:59 am

Estelinde stood near the prow of the ship, the breeze whipping golden tendrils from her braid as she stared out over the waters. She ignored the sounds of those behind her saying farewell to their loved ones as she unconsciously fingered the hilt of a dagger thrust into her belt. Realizing what she was doing, she shook her head and deliberately swung her pack over her shoulder, once again checking to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything. She had not brought much--just one other dress, a pair of breeches and tunic, and the bow and quiver she always carried with her. A rolled-up cloth bundle in the top of the bag was her main focus now, and she unrolled it carefully to ensure that nothing would blow away in the wind. She knew she would have no need of healing herbs once they reached the Undying Lands, but had brought them anyway, thinking that perhaps they might be of use on the journey.

Though she already missed the woods of Lothlorien, it brightened her spirits considerably to remember that soon she would see Gilwen again. She was the only mother the elf-maiden had ever known; her parents had both died when she was very young. And after Caladon, her foster-father, had been slain as well, Gilwen had taken the ships into the West after Estelinde had assured her that she was old enough to take care of herself. Perhaps this is what she needed now too, she thought. At any rate, she had no reason to stay.

The farewells grew louder as the ship lurched slightly, signaling that the journey had begun. But she didn't look back. She wouldn't.
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Postby None_Elf_Ear » Fri Jul 09, 2004 1:40 am

The ship was preparing to leave now. Brenderiel could feel this, and she suddenly felt and urge to go back, to change her mind and run in the forests, which whispered her name, calling her back, trying to persuade her that her life was there and not on an island where she didn't have nobody to talk with, where she was going to be all alone, without any hope of having animal and bird friends like before.

But no. This was her own decision. She wanted to sail into the West and she didn't want to change this. It was her will and she never turned back a decision she had taken. So she glanced for the last time towards the endless whispering forests and she stepped on the deck, with her heart not singing and with a veil of sorrow covering her dark eyes.

She tried to find a place tosit down, because the beggining movement of the ship were not her exact idea of moving safely. She was used to walk, on long distances, to run, trying to devance even the swiftest stag, to climb untouchable rocks, where the eagles dared, and to breath the cold frech air the mountaineous regions where she had been raised provided. She did not like the salty air she was breathing now, so humid and so unpleasant for her senses. So she tried to find somewhere to stay, though she could not hold her legs still.

She eventually decided to walk upwards and downwards on the deck.
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Postby ^Aramir^ » Fri Jul 09, 2004 12:14 pm

Aramir stood at the bow of the ship, watching as it pulled out of the harbor. A soft, calming breeze cooled his face and blew his tangled hair from his eyes. Carried on that wind was the scent of the land he was leaving behind. In the breeze he heard a song of farewell, of sorrow but of hope for the future. He wondered if there was hope for himself, but let the thoughts pass. Allowing his eyes to scan about the ship, he noticed many facing forward decidedly, shifting from side to side as they forced themselves to accept the fact that they would never come back.

Never.

Aramir didn’t know how he felt, but he knew that he was one of the few whose eyes were scanning the shore, watching those still in Middle-earth waving farewell to their friends and relatives. The half-Elf’s black eyes blinked unconcernedly. There was no one there to say farewell to him. If there had been anyone, they probably would have been saying good riddance instead of goodbye. The one person who would have wished Aramir good luck was gone now, in the Havens himself. The half-Elf allowed himself a smile. Soon he would see Kellian again.

Or would he? That was his fear, the terrible feeling inside of him that, as of yet, he had not allowed himself to think of. But now it had risen to the surface and was riding on the tide alongside the ship, whispering its warnings to the man on board. Aramir sighed. Suppose he got there, and left the ship, and even saw his best friend again, and then…

And then they realized who he was, what he was. Would they force him to leave, the young man who was part-Orc? Was he not fit to live in the Undying Lands with those others who now rode the waves with him? That was the question that Aramir was afraid of. He didn’t to know the answer, and yet, if he couldn’t find it, it would torture him throughout the entire journey.

“Oof!”

Aramir flung his hands out and caught hold of the railing of the ship, blushing furiously. Apparently he had been walking while thinking, as was attested to by the fact that there was now a young female Elf picking herself up from the floor.

Aramir stooped down to aid her. “I’m so sorry!” he apologized, pulling her to her feet. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Please forgive me.”

The young Elf offered him an apologetic glance. “It’s alright, sir. I should have been watching where I was going as well.” She reached up and brushed a stand of dark hair from in front of her blue eyes. For a moment there was silence, and then Aramir offered her his hand.

“I’m Aramir. Aramir Nárëgond.”

“Veleg,” she said shyly, shaking his hand. He let her shake it, and then raised her hand to his lips and kissed it with a grin.

“Very nice to meet you, Veleg,” he said, wondering why one so young was going to the Havens. “Are you enjoying the ride?”

The ship chose that moment to lurch to the side, and the two took hold of the railing to prevent themselves from falling over. Aramir laughed and waited for Veleg to respond.
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Postby luthienelflover » Sat Jul 10, 2004 7:03 pm

Khareth stared out over the waves, across the Sea to a land he had never seen.

Some of the others were waving to friends and family, reluctant to leave the shores of Middle Earth. Eru knew, Khareth was reluctant to leave. But he had said his farewells last night. His single farewell, the only one that mattered. And staring back at the shore, the white of the sand, the rich green of the trees, the reddish glow of the fire -- oh, the sweet warmth of the fire -- would only make the parting more difficult.

A gull cried above him, and it seemed that in his very breast his heart hurt terribly. It longed to rise and fly free with the gull, but that was not possible. It never was. He was destined to be tied down, trapped, in a life he never wanted but could not leave.

The sea was the solution. So Vehsta had said. The sea was the only end. There could be no other ending for him. Just the deep green sea and the wide blue sky and the satly breeze. And the end had come too soon, too soon for his liking, but she had told him all was as it must be. She always said that. She had always said that everything is ordered, everything happens because it is meant to. Sometimes Khareth could convince himself of that, but when she said it that last time, he thought he could feel his heart breaking.

She was right, of course. She had only wanted to spare him suffering. But how could this, this solution spare him anything? She said there was no hope for her, no hope for him without the healing of Valinor. But how could she think that he could be healed, away from her?

He ran his hands over the smooth wood of the railing and gathered his amber hair in a tail to keep it from the wind. He closed his eyes, and tasted the salt spray, and there was no way to tell whether the taste came from the ocean or all the tears he had not shed.

He thought of Vehsta. He thought only of her, not of their parting, not of the ship that even now was bearing him farther and farther from her. He thought of her fiery beauty, her Desert grace, her quick wit. He could almost see her, with his eyes closed, smiling and bidding him not worry, to find a new life and try to move on. But not forget her, she had said, with tears in her huge brown eyes. Never forget her. He knew he never could. He could remember so clearly the day they were wed, but even more clearly, the day she had told him that he had to go, that the Sea was the only solution. It had taken months for her to convince him, but in the end he had seen that it was the only way for their son.

As if the thought had disturbed him, the baby in a sling across his back woke and began to cry.

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Postby corintur » Tue Jul 13, 2004 11:02 am

Imaglarion borded the ship, looking around at his partners for the journey, his last journey on this earth. The sky was a pale blue colour with not one cloud. Imaglarion walked on to the deck and turned back to take a last look on his beloved Middle Earth. He, like so many other Elves waved goodbye, not to his relatives or friends, but to the land he has inhabitted for the past 4000 years, how much he loved this land...

A tear fell from Imaglarion's eye when he thought of his wife and children, all gone... He thought of Lothlorien, his homeland, the Golden wood's, Caras Galadhon, the smell of flowers and the beutifull malorn trees. 'I should have gone to Lorien once more before I left' he thought and another tear fell from his eye onto the deck and he could practicly hear the tear hit the deck, how much it hurt his heart. It has been a long time since he has left Lothlorien but the memories were still fresh.

A light breeze blew from the west, the breeze brought story's of a far away land, The Undying Lands some called them, Valinor, his heading and his last stop...

The ship started moving and the other Elves said thier last fairwelles. Imaglarion took a last look at the Haven's and then he decided to go to the front of the ship with his face toward's Valinor so he could look upon his new land as quickly as possible.
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Postby shieldmaidenofrohan » Tue Jul 13, 2004 11:50 am

Estelinde was so absorbed in watching the sunlight dancing on the waves that she was completely startled when she realized that someone was now standing nearby. She glanced over at the tall, blond Elf who stood a few feet away, his jaw set as he resolutely looked over the waters towards the West.

There was something somewhat...familiar about him, and after a moment, she walked over and said, "Excuse me..." The Elf looked over at her stonily, and she swallowed hard for a moment, but quickly continued. "I don't mean to be rude, but you look somewhat familiar. Did you live in Lothlorien at one time?"

"I did," he said quietly. "A long time ago." He studied her for a moment, then asked, "What is your name, child?"

Estelinde silently fumed at being called a child--she was nearly 2000, after all!--but answered politely, "Estelinde, daughter of Rinir, my lord."

He looked at her even more curiously for a moment, but he made no more reply.

She looked back over the sea, then said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you," and turned to leave.

"My name's Imaglarion," he said. She looked back and nodded, then walked away.
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Postby LadyRionaofDromin » Tue Jul 13, 2004 12:02 pm

Veleg shuffled onto the ship behind her great-great grandmother. (OOC: Which is going to be shortened to 'grandmother' from here on out.) The young Elfling didn't want to go to Valinor, the 'Undying Lands.' Yet, she walked behind what was left of her broken family on the ship setting sail into the West.

Not even 900 yet and she was sailing. She'd never liked boats, despite never riding in one. But that was no reason not to sail. There was so much of Middle-Earth she hadn't seen yet, so much she hadn't discovered. The chance to do would would be lost to her forever now as she stepped onto the deck. She didn't want to go.

Alas, she walked further onto the ship, never looking back at her homeland for fear of her heart carrying her back to Rivendell. Middle-Earth was her first home, would always would be. It wouldn't be her last, though, as she was making this journey to Valinor.

When Veleg and her family had stepped onto the ship and found their places to stay, the ship set sail minutes after. No turning back, she told herself. Soon, the movement of the vessel was too much for her stomach, causing her to be afraid she would lose the contents of her gut.

So, tapping her grandmother's should for attention, she requested leave to the port side of the ship. It was granted on the condition that she stay in sight.

With that in mind, Veleg walked carefully over to the other side of the boat, actually feeling glad to be away from her family. As the boat lurched slightly beneath her feet, Veleg's smooth hair fell in front of her eyes, disabling her vision for a moment.

A moment long enough to cause her to bump into someone. Before she knew it, Veleg was on the deck with a faintly sore bottom. Looking up, she saw a very tall, much more tanned skinned Elf blushing slightly as he grabbed the side of the ship. The young Elf began to stand on her own, but the Elf offered to help.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed when Veleg was standing. "I wasn't watching where I was going. Please forgive me."

Pursing her lips together tightly, the dark haired Elfling glanced at him apologetically, taking half of the blame for herself. "It's all right...sir," she murmured quietly. Veleg had never been good with formalities and manners. "I should have been watching where I was going, as well." Shoving her hair out of her eyes, Veleg accepted the slight silence between them. In a gesture of breaking the speechless moment, the Elf extended his hand to her.

"I'm Aramir. Aramir Nárëgond," he introduced himself to be.

"Veleg." Still troubling with her manners, the Elf shook his hand lightly. It surprised her a little when he lifted her hand to his lips with a grin. She felt color and heat rise to her pale skin.

"Very nice to meet you, Veleg," he told her. She managed a slight smile, but saw his inquisitive glance. She knew what he was thinking. She knew he was puzzled as to why she was sailing at such a young age. "Are you enjoying the ride?"

At that moment, before Veleg could answer, the vessel tilted to the side and the two grabbed the railing to keep balance. In a few short seconds, once things calmed down, Aramir laughed.

In an answer to pick up their conversation, Veleg shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I am not finding this ride pleasant." Why did she feel compelled to talk to him? Why did she have a thought, a feeling that he needed someone to talk to at that moment? Why her?

"Why not?" As very few people had ever done for her, Aramir looked her in the eye and seemed at full attention.

Veleg crinkled her nose as children were prone to doing. "I have to sail with my great-great grandparents and brothers and sisters to Valinor because no one else can take care of me," she explained. "I can take care of myself."

"Oh, is that so?" Aramir humored with her.

Veleg nodded. "Why are you sailing?" she asked him expectantly.
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Postby luthienelflover » Tue Jul 13, 2004 4:35 pm

Khareth took the baby from his sling and bounced him up and down. "Shh, shh, Tay," he said, smoothing the child's dark hair back behind the tiny pointed ears. But the child would not quiet. Khareth patted him, bounced him, cooed at him, and finally resorted to making faces at him -- not what he had imagined himself doing when he finally sailed away from Middle Earth. But the baby had to be quieted, before he disturbed someone --

"A baby? On a ship sailing West? Now this is unusual," an amused voice remarked from behind him.

Khareth turned immediately, making his face and voice apologetic. "I'm very sorry to have disturbed you, my lady. It's just -- my son -- well, he probably wants his mother," he said.

"How old is he?" she asked, and one hand lifted to trail across the child's forehead.

"Seven years, my lady. His name is Tey."

The Elven woman looked up at him for the first time, and he realized with a shock that she could not see.

"A good name," she said. "My name is Andante."

"And mine is Khareth," Khareth replied, taking her hand from the baby's head and kissing it.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Is that a harp you're carrying?" Khareth asked. Andante smiled.

"Yes, indeed it is. Gaila, my lap-harp."

"You play, then? Are you a bard?"

"Yes I am! How did you know?" she asked with a tinkling laugh.

"Oh, I knew a bard once," he said offhandedly. But his heart cried Vehsta!...

"Do you know... no, never mind."

"What?" she asked.

"Do you know the old song, I do not know the name..." he hummed a few bars. "And the words were something about the death of a shieldmaiden?"

Andante smiled again and her unseeing eyes sparkled. "Yes, I know it," she said.

"Do you think you could play it?" he asked hesitantly, over the voice of the crying baby. At least he isn't screaming anymore, Khareth thought, sending his son a smile. "My wife... she always used to sing it to him, to calm him. I would, but..." he paused, meaning not to go on, but she looked at him expectantly. "I fear I no longer have the heart for it," he confessed.

"Of course I shall," she said. Taking the harp from her leather case, she tested the strings for tune, and then cleared her throat and began to sing softly.

"Who am I? A fallen knight
My soft eyes losing all their light
As darkness creeps upon my sight.
Who am I? A shooting star
My light will guide you from afar
Through darkness I swear I shall mar.
Who am I? A dying maid
My gentle life begins to fade
Yet this is for what I was made.
Who am I? A lover lost
My warm embraces gentle, soft
For love, I paid the greatest cost.
Who am I? A warrior free
Cooped I was never meant to be
All the fair world I wished to see.
Who am I? An elf-maid fair
Em’rald my eyes and gold my hair
Lying here dying in this deep lair.
Who am I? Echoes that fade
Remembered I’m not, outstretched laid
Laid to rest in an anonymous grave."

As she sang, Khareth closed his eyes and listened. Tey's sobbing quieted almost immediately and his breathing slowed.

When she finished, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, forgetting that she could not see it, and her eyes did not give her away, for his were blurred with tears.

"Thank you," he said quietly.
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Postby LadyRionaofDromin » Wed Jul 14, 2004 9:07 pm

Aethelberht stood at the stern of the ship, watching the wake of it to see the small waves and foam forming on the surface of the water. The light breeze ruffled his golden locks, brushing across his long eyelashes. Many people might've taken him as an Elf deep in thought. Alas, Aethel was in thought, but if one looked closer at his delicate, yet manly features, they would see the heaviness around his eyes, showing the fatigue of his past years of grief.

His thoughts were occupied by the darkness of Middle-Earth, the depressing and dull matters most Elves avoided. It showed in his eyes, his icy blue eyes once full of life and mirth. As he stared, it seemed as though he was staring at nothing, or into some far off world where something kept him entranced.

Indeed, he was. He was staring into a world he had long forgotten, long since been a part of, and even longer, had been forgotten in.

With a sound of disgust, Aethel turned away from the water and leaned against the back railing. There, he watched Elves walking to and fro, trying to gain their sea legs fruitlessly. Others seemed as though they had been made for the sea, walking effortlessly here and there. Once, he saw someone bump into another as the ship had lurched. It hadn't bothered him. Not much did. He didn't feel the concern any other Elf might have in that situation. The Elf would be fine. 'Besides,' he thought, 'what are we if we don't have a few wounds?'

A few minutes later, Aethel suddenly heard a child squalling. Although he understood why the other Elves would be sailing, even that other Elfling that had fallen, but the fact of why a baby would be sailing eluded him.

In the short moments following, the light haired Elf heard the melodic voice of an Elf singing some bardic verse quietly. The crying child quieted almost immediately.

'At least we have peace for the moment, but who knows how long it will last with a baby onboard,' Aethal thought darkly. It wasn't his business anyway. Why would he have to worry about why a mere infant was sailing to the Grey Havens, why a little Elfling was sailing?

Yet, there was that familiar need to know, that strong curiosity that had taken the better of him so many years ago. The feeling that had put him in the condition he was in now. Aethel wouldn't give into it so easily this time...he knew well enough to keep to himself...
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Postby None_Elf_Ear » Thu Jul 15, 2004 1:46 am

The ship was following her way further, moving softly, calmly over the blue waves of the Sea, which turned green from time to time and grey when clouds gathered over the pale sky. The foam was so white and so vivid, and the gulls were venturing to feel it on their wings. They seemed tired and seemed lonely, and maybe those were the reasons for them to cry so sorowful.

Brenderiel had a moment when she almost fell asleep, but she swiftly overcame it. She managed to open her eyes back to the beauty of the endless sea and to glance around her as well. There was not too much agitation, some of the companions being under the deck, enjoying the small confort of their little cabins. Thet were Elves not standing the humidity of the sea and air, who were used to be caressed by the always shining rays of the sun or moon.

Suddenly, she could hear a baby crying. The sighing was so strong, thet she felt the urge to run and help whoever was in need. She took a few steps to her left, just to see a noble Elf, carying a baby on his lap and trying to make the little one forget the reason he was crying for. The Elf was almost funny, making faces at the child, and Brenderiel managed hardly not to laugh, because she could see the caress in his eyes and that he was decided to do anything to make the child stop.

And then the singing started. And Brenderiel's heart was filled with many feelings, somehow of joy, somehow of sadness, she did not know. She only felt the sensation of sinking, and the next moment she was slowly falling on the deck.
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Postby ^Aramir^ » Thu Jul 15, 2004 9:05 am

“Why not?” Aramir asked when Veleg said she wasn’t enjoying the voyage. True, all this lurching was a bit annoying, but even now he could feel himself becoming accustomed to it, and saw that the same was true for the young Elf next to him.

Veleg made a childish face as though an unpleasant scent had found its way to her nose. "I have to sail with my great-great grandparents and brothers and sisters to Valinor because no one else can take care of me," she explained. "I can take care of myself." She crossed her arms over her chest, daring Aramir to argue with her.

He laughed inwardly, wondering if she really could fend for herself. He knew that a great deal of Elves spent most or all of their lives hidden away within the protection of the Elven cities and forests, kept safe by the powers of the Elves, and the occasional forest patrol. His eyes swept over the slender form of the young Elf girl and he wondered if she had ever been out on her own. He knew better than to ask.

“Is that so?” he said instead, grinning.

She nodded resolutely and looked him directly in his eyes. “So why are you sailing?”

Her words were a dagger in his heart, twisting about in an ancient dance of torture that caused him to look away deliberately, unable to face her for a moment. He wondered briefly what she would say if he told her the truth, and then pushed the thoughts over the railing of the ship with finality. He would never tell another, he decided then. Never again.

Veleg sensed his uneasiness. “I guess I shouldn’t have asked,” she murmured, more to the winds than to Aramir.

He shook his head vehemently. “No, no, it’s nothing. I sail because I have no reason to stay any longer.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, which had become even more tangled in the sea-winds.

Suddenly, from across the deck, a baby began to wail, and both Aramir and Veleg turned in the direction of the sound. An Elven man was gently rocking the child, cooing softly and making a series of faces at the child that caused Aramir to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

“I wonder if he knows how ridiculous he looks,” Aramir whispered.

Veleg shot him a surprised glance, and then grinned in spite of herself.

While they forced themselves to contain their laughter, another Elf, a woman, approached the man, and the two began speaking over the despondent voice of the child. Aramir watched curiously as the Elven woman extracted a deep mahogany lap-harp from a leather case at her side. She checked the tuning, and then began a soft, soothing lullaby that Aramir recognized from somewhere in his past. She song of the Elven harpist danced on the winds and filled the sails, pushing the ship forward with a renewed peace and hope for the future of its passengers.

“Beautiful,” Aramir whispered.

“The woman, or the song?” Veleg quipped.

The handsome, dark-haired Elf crossed his arms over his chest and grinned down at the young girl. “Both,” he said, winking, although in truth he had meant the song. How long had it been since he had felt such peace, spawning from such a simple thing as a song?

Suddenly, from behind him and across the deck, there came the sound of concerned murmurs. He turned to see a small group of Elves gathered about the body of a female Elf who had fallen upon the deck. Aramir glanced at Veleg, and the two of them trotted across the deck to see what was happening.
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Postby shieldmaidenofrohan » Thu Jul 15, 2004 2:07 pm

It didn't take Estelinde long to decide she liked sailing. The soothing sound of the waves lapping against the boat, combined with the melancholy cries of the gulls overhead, gave her a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time. Even though no one had attempted to speak with her, nor had she attempted to speak with anyone else, even the solitude didn't bother her. Although, if this continues all the way to Valinor, I might get bored eventually, she decided.

A cry from further down the ship shook her out of her reverie, and she whipped her head around to see someone bending over a dark-haired Elf maiden who had collapsed onto the deck. Estelinde quickly grabbed her pack and hurried over.

A fair-haired Elf looked up from beside the fallen Elf-maiden and called out, "Is there a healer on this ship?"

"I...I know a little about healing," Estelinde stammered, her face flushing red as several pairs of eyes turned to her. The crowd that was gathering around drew back slightly, allowing her to reach the maiden's side uninhibited.

She quickly forgot her discomfort at having all eyes on her as she knelt down. The dark-haired Elf was still breathing, much to Estelinde's relief, but she was unconscious. Estelinde quickly shoved her bag under the maiden's feet to elevate them slightly, then felt her forehead. She did not seem to be feverish, but Estelinde could see no cause for the sudden collapse.

Her eyelids fluttered, and opened to reveal big, hazel eyes. Estelinde let out a sigh of relief. "Are you all right? What happened?" she asked.
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Postby LadyRionaofDromin » Fri Jul 16, 2004 8:37 am

Aethel, feeling his curiosity strike up again, peered over the shoulders of the Elves just in front of him. It wasn't so hard for him to see, considering most of them where bent low to see, or knelt down. When he realized what it was that had a few of the Elves captivated, he cried out, unable to keep that part of himself from doing so.

"Is there a healer on this ship?" he asked loudly.

An Elf-maiden spoke first from the opposite end of the crowd. "I...I know a little about healing," she murmured, but loud enough for everyone else to hear. All eyes fell upon her, causing a rose color to rise to her cheeks. Slowly, the crowd split for her to step forward to the fallen she-Elf.

Satisfied now that things would be fine, and not questioning the healer's status, from past lessons learned, Aethel turned away from the spectacle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ (POV SWITCH TO VELEG)

Veleg stood on her tip-toes to try to see everything. Finding this wouldn't work, she stepped away from her present conversation companion, Aramir, and walked over to the side of the ship. There was a barrel--probably of Elven mead--tied down against the rail. Climbing up on that carefully, the Elfling was able to see as the Healer Elf elevated the fallen maiden's feet, then touch her forehead.

Suddenly, the Elf's eyes fluttered open, then focussed on the Elf in front of her face.

The healer, sighing in relief, spoke. "Are you all right? What happened?" she wanted to know.

Before Veleg could hear the response, she suddenly felt someone grab hold to her waist and arm, pulling her off of the barrel. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, then she was dragged over to the rest of her family. Looking up, the Elf maiden saw her eldest brother, Amasa, pulling her arm. But they passed her family. He dragged her to an unoccupied part of the ship, then stopped.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, but not loud enough to where other Elves would overhear him.

"I was trying to see what was--"

"You could have been killed, Veleg. You could have fallen. You would have drowned, since you do not know how to swim." When Veleg turned her face away, knowing the course of the scolding already, but Amasa grabbed her chin and made her face back to him none too gently. "You know to look at me when I am talking to you," he said firmly.

"When you scold me, you mean," she wanted to say, but stared hardly at him. "I know how to swim," she protested, instead.

"Show me." He stood up straight and pointed to the starboard side of the vessel. "If you can swim, show me," Amasa dared.

Veleg followed the invisible line of his pointer finger and saw the waves, now moving slightly off course to what the should have been. The white caps where visible, even at the end of her sight. Swallowing the lump of fear in her throat, she turned back to her brother.

"I don't have to prove anything to you," she mumbled, taking a stand for once. "I don't want to." With that, she chanced to walk away, which she did without him following. Veleg stalked back over to the crowd and finished watching the event at hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ (POV SWITCH BACK TO AETHEL)

Even though Aethel knew not to often succumb to his curiosity, there was just something that made him look back, like there was a possible reason that he should know what happens to the fallen Elf.

As he looked around, he saw other Elves gazing down as the healer Elf spoke quietly with the other Elf of what had caused her to fall. He could hear them speaking, but wasn't listening. Aethel was just looking around at the other Elves, at their reactions. He was taking in his surroundings, becoming accustomed to them already, since he felt he had to.

When his gaze caught on another male Elf with a strap of cloth running across his chest, Aethel's curiosity was piqued again. He knew what those clothes were for, Valar knew he'd seen them in his life on a certain Elf maiden so many times before...

Unconsciously, Aethel's hand went to his pendant, hanging low on his chest. His gaze still stayed set upon the Elf with the baby strapped across his back as a familiar twinge of regret, guilt, and remorse came over him.

Edited for writer's second glance critiques.

Edited again to make it more open end.
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Postby GwenElf » Sun Jul 25, 2004 11:50 am

Andante turned in the direction of the commotion, but knew better than to approach. She wouldn’t be able to tell what was happening, anyhow, even if she did sing. Masses of people gathered together were her worst nightmare, because she invariably found herself unable to tell one person from another, and most often found herself bumping into others as it was. So she stayed behind, and found that Khareth had remained as well. The child Tey was silent now, and the Elven bard smiled.

“He has good taste in melodies,” Andante told Khareth with a smile as she turned to replace her harp carefully into its case. She then thought better of it, and took Gaila back into her arms. Gently, unthinkingly, she began plucking out a quiet melody, which not only kept Tey quiet, but allowed her to get a better ‘look’ at Khareth. To her surprise, she found him racked with emotions of sorrow and longing. The feelings were so strong that they threatened to pierce her heart and make her cry as well, but she bit her lip and stopped playing, sorry now that she had intruded upon Khareth, especially without his knowing. She wondered what could be causing him such sorrow, and remembered his words from before.

"My wife... she always used to sing it to him, to calm him. I would, but...I fear I no longer have the heart for it."

But when Khareth spoke, his voice was even and calm, belying the emotions she knew where there, if only hidden under his mien. “Aye, he does, and thank you again for playing for us. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to quiet a child.”

She shook her head, blowing the stray strands of hair from her eyes unconcernedly. “Trouble? It was no trouble at all. I am happy to play for anyone, for any reason.” She turned her face to the sun, which was setting in the west. “I have often wondered of late whether there will even been need of my skills once this journey ends. Perhaps my last performance will be on this ship.”

She heard him shake his head. “I do not think the need for music will ever die, my lady. As long as there are ears to hear and hearts to long, I believe your talents will always be needed.”

“Needed,” she mused quietly. Khareth did not know how right he was.

She turned from him for a moment to face the setting sun, but her eyes were unable to see the dark clouds billowing ominously on the far horizon.
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Postby luthienelflover » Sun Jul 25, 2004 1:25 pm

“He has good taste in melodies,” Andante said. Khareth blinked away the blurring tears and smiled at the child.

"Aye, he does, and thank you again for playing for us. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to quiet a child.” He smoothed a few stray strands of hair back from Tey's eyes and kissed the boy's forehead as he dropped off to sleep again.

Trouble? It was no trouble at all. I am happy to play for anyone, for any reason.” Khareth looked up at her and smiled again, as she turned to face the sun. “I have often wondered of late whether there will even been need of my skills once this journey ends. Perhaps my last performance will be on this ship.”

Khareth shook his head, once again forgetting her blindness, not used to dealing with one who could not see him. "I do not think the need for music will every die, my lady. As long as there are ears to hear and hearts to long, I believe your talents will always be needed."

"Needed," he heard her whisper, but he did not respond. His mood had again blackened. When their journey had finished, she had said, things would be different. His mind shied away from that thought. He didn't want things to be different. He cared little for the beauty of Valinor -- he had seen things far more beautiful, in the curve of a dusky arm and the starlight in dark eyes. The healing was all he cared for, and he would care little for that but for his son.
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Postby None_Elf_Ear » Tue Aug 10, 2004 2:06 am

Brenderial was lost in a turbulent dance of shadows and unnumbered thoughts, digging deeper and deeper in her tired soul and preventing her from regaining her conscience. She could not open her eyes, which wanted to see the light of the stars again, the silver, shimmering stars she loved so much, which were her best friends and most beloved cammarades in her long wanderings through the forests ...

... blank ... and nothing but a void, when suddenly ...

A voice called her. A voice from the outed world. The voice was asking her to come back, and to tell them how she felt. But who were them she knew not, nor how she felt. She simply wished to sleep, to get lost again in the dance of her own shadows ...

... bleak... and nothing but sorrow and sighing in her memories ...

The voice was calling her again. She not heard another song, following the first one she had heard. But where was she ? She felt the slow moving under her and she recalled she was on a ship. The ship carrying her far from home ...

... now a hand was shaking her ...

And she came back to light. She stood face to face with an Elf maiden, who was glancing at her, seeming worried.

" I appologise", Brenderiel managed to murmure. " I think I fainted"
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Postby Proud_Mary » Tue Aug 10, 2004 6:10 am

Something is going to happen. Finn could fell it in every wind blow that whispered in trees. Even the cold storm breeze that came from sea tonight was different. Island was suffering. Her large body cried from pain. Thing that was buried deep in it waked up again. It was few days since Finn could notice that something wasn’t right. First all birds flown away. Then ground began to shake, but it happened few times before. He checked whole entrances to dark halls – where evil was imprisoned forever , but everything was all right. All buried under tons of stone. He repaired large blockades that kept main gate locked. Old wooden doors was strong enough to stop all intruders for another years. He should bury them too, as well as the other entrances , but he couldn’t . Deep in his heart he hoped that someday, someone will came with weapon strong enough to kill this evil that laid beneath. They open the gate and slay it finally ,then he will be free from his duty. But years had passed and only guests that appeared in here where some fools trying to check what was inside old temple. Rumors spread faster then wind, and the song of the alone knight guarding something on mysterious island crossed the seas better than great ships. Fortunately this place was harder to find than story told. At the beginning, he tried to explain to unwelcome guests that it is no treasure , or place to seek adventure , but now he just killed them like all intruders that tried to free this thing. He felt no pity , no shame . He felt nothing at all. He set traps all over the place , know every path , every stone in here. Wild animals were his food , although he need no food or drink at all. He eat more from old habits than real need. But old habits slowly began to disappear , same as memories of days that passed. His wife , their children were only strange felling in his chest than real picture. Were they more , then he was living for real ?
It doesn’t matter now. For now only thing that matters was This , that forced him to loose it all. This what laid imprisoned in dark halls of old temple , behind the great doors.
Finn stood on the cliff looking at sea. Strange clouds fast covered whole horizon. Storm was coming. Soon it will pass like all that was before. He could hear strange noise. Roar of earth that could no longer hold such evil. He went down to big hill near the temple. There was a large cave . It opened few days before , when ground was shaking. All noises came from there. It was long time till he decided to go in there to check what’s going on. It was too close to temple to ignore it. Now he stood , looking in deep black hole. Torch blazed with light fire and he carefully went down. Cracked stones stick up sharply from everywhere , like fangs
of some kind of beast. Deeper he came , louder the noise was. Soon it was hard to stand , but Finn covered his ears and went further. He must seen what was at the end.
He newer thought that this could be reason of his failure. It was too late , when he realized he was going into the trap. When tunnel ended , loud roar made stones fall down from above , burring everything. He tried to escape but , huge tons of rock felt on him just few steps from exit.
Bright lightning crossed the sky , when he laid alone trying to free himself form this trap. Guardian became prisoner, buried under the stone like the one he imprisoned years ago. He could see the storm over the island, he could fell something strange in the air, and he heard loud noise of wood cracking …He didn’t screamed , because there was no one who could help him…Buried alive forever . Destiny that he prepared for his enemy was now his. He could only wait. Storm was getting stronger and stronger…
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Postby corintur » Sun Aug 15, 2004 1:48 am

Imaglarion stood in the front of the ship, a baby started crying, Imaglarion was intrigued to know why a baby was sailing west. A few minutes later a woman's voice rose and started to sing a beautiful melody. Imaglarion closed his eyes and let the music sink in to every bone and piece of flesh in his, he hadn't enjoyed a song like that for a very long time. 'It will be all over soon' he thought to himself, 'I shall be on the white shore's of Valinor and all will be good.' The song had risen his spirit and he was actually optimistic, for a short while...

"Is there a healer on this ship?" some Elf called out, Imaglarion was awoken from his short daydream by the yell.

"I...I know a little about healing," said a Elf and walked to the side of the fallen Elf, a short while later the Elf had awoken.

Imaglarion turned his glance away and back to the west and the endless sea. Something was different in the horizon, the smell of the sea has changed, Imaglarion sudenlly had a bad fealing about everything.

He focused his eyes on the horizon and then he saw it, clouds, storm clouds. Five minutes later the clouds had grown and were covering all of the west, slowly the Elves on the ship started noticing it, they pointed at the clouds. "What is that?" an Elf maiden asked. "That is a storm, a big one!" answered Imaglarion. The storm grew bigger and closer. Now they could see the lightning within the storm. It was coming closer...
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Postby shieldmaidenofrohan » Sun Aug 15, 2004 6:08 am

" I appologise", Brenderiel managed to murmure. " I think I fainted"

Estelinde smiled. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault," she said. Then her smile faded. Something was coming. A gust of colder air hit her face as she turned, whipping strands of hair about her face. She turned back to the Elf-maiden.

"Can you stand? I think a storm is coming." She nodded, and Estelinde helped her to her feet, then walked over towards the prow of the ship.

"What is that?" she heard another Elf ask.

"That is a storm, a big one!" a male Elf replied. Estelinde watched for a moment as the darkening clouds flickered with lightning. There was no way they were going to avoid it. She quickly picked up her pack and checked the supply of healing herbs she had brought to make sure they were wrapped securely enough to stay dry, if possible. She had a feeling there might be need for them after all.
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Postby ^Aramir^ » Sun Aug 15, 2004 8:01 am

“A storm, and a big one!”

Since the young Elfess Veleg had left his side, Aramir had been wandering the decks of the shipping, observing and taking note of the rigging, the sails, and all of the other components of the ship on which they were sailing. Now he leaned against the railing of the vessel, watching the clouds approach. When the male Elf had made clear the presence of the storm to all of the travelers, Aramir left the railing and moved towards the center of the ship. All about the decks, Elves were scuffling about nervously, listening to the sounds of the thunder. In the distance, Aramir saw a flash of lightening. Already the sea was becoming rough under the ship.

“Everyone get below deck!” he shouted, and, just as he had expected, panic ensued. Even Aramir was surprised at the amount of chaos such a small group of light-footed Elves was able to cause. The vast majority of them headed for the lower level, as he had ordered. A few stayed above, mostly males, to observe the storm and watch over the ship.

In the midst of the shouting and crying, Aramir caught sight of the Elven bard who had played the harp earlier on. She stood much where she had been before the panic, a decidedly annoyed look on her face. She made no attempt to move, and instead stood with her hands crossed over her chest. Waiting, it seemed. Aramir frowned. What was she doing? In the rush, no one noticed her, and after a few moments, he crossed the ship to her side.

“My lady, you really should get below deck,” he advised.

She turned sharply to face him and he jumped. “If I could see, sir, I would!”

Aramir’s jaw dropped. She was blind! “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, but she was shaking her head.

“No, I am sorry. Please forgive me. I did not mean to snap at you. It just seems that I have chosen an inopportune time to be blind, that is all.” She offered him a smile that washed away only some of her concern. “This may be a bad time for introductions, but I am Andante.”

She offered him her hand, he took it, and promptly lead her towards the stairs to the lower deck. Aramir saw a bit of annoyance in her features—it seemed she wasn’t used to being aided, even though she was blind. “Aramir,” he added as they reached the stairs.

She stopped. “Thank you, Aramir. I can take care of myself from here.” When he tried to protest, she shook her head firmly. “No, truly. I will be fine.”

He nodded, realized she could see it, and said, “Alright.”

He watched her descend the stairs with concern, but when he had determined that she was, in fact, fine, he turned back to the deck of the ship. There were still a few other Elves above deck. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the deck to the nearest Elf.
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Postby None_Elf_Ear » Mon Aug 16, 2004 3:03 am

The Elven woman who was standing by her side helped her to stand as well. Now she could try watching the people around, still blurry and unsecure as she tried to get her memories back.

"Thank you", she whispered towards the one who had helped her. " I would like to know your name and not to forget it".

" My name is Estelinde", her companion said, with a simple bow and a smile. " It was my duty and my pleasure to help you and you should know that you owe my nothing".

" But I can surely offer you my friendship, of course if you accept it ", Brenderiel answered and smiled back. " But at the moment, seems that the storm the people are talking about gets closer and closer, and my spirit is not calm at all, because raised was I among the trees, in the middle of the forest, and I am not used with the appearence and actes of the sea. So what should we do ? "
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Postby Ilyda » Tue Aug 17, 2004 8:27 pm

The boat rocked back and forth with a hypnotic motion. As little as Quelle desired sleep, she almost wanted to fall into the deep recesses of that peaceful oblivion. She closed her eyes, but her excitement alone kept her awake. All she could think about was her husband. It had been love at first sight for Quelle. Many elves had come before her, but they all wanted her as some sort of trophy or prize to be won, rather than loved. However, Calmarion bared his soul before her eyes and nearly stole her heart.

Quelle sighed. She missed Calmarion. Already she could envision their reunion in the West. He would scorn her a bit for her overwhelming curiosity and for scaring him so with her disappearance. As always, she would be treated like a child, but Quelle had known nothing else in her life, and it would not bother her. Besides, within moments, Calmarion would end his mild disdain. They would promise never to leave each other again, and the two would embrace like long lost lovers, which at this point, they happened to be.

She still could not believe that she had been left behind, even if her lady had been in a hurry to depart. She vividly remembered returning to the campsite and finding all the elves gone. By the time she found her way to the Havens, the boat had long since departed into the West. Galadriel and the others, and even her beloved Calmarion, had set sail without her. Had they even known she was missing?

Quelle pushed the discomforting thought from her mind. Besides, this time, she was not the only one standing alone on the docks. Another woman with bright green eyes and an odd-looking harp had shared in her plight. For a moment, Quelle thought she was humming before she answered. She seemed on edge, overly suspicious for such surroundings, and was also quite callous toward those with painful good-byes to utter before boarding the ship for the happiness that waited over the seas. Quelle could not manage to hide her disbelief at the woman’s lack of sympathy.

The elfess opened her eyes. Something had changed suddenly. Anxious not to be abandoned again, Quelle had been the first one aboard. Immediately, she had gone below decks to her cabin and locked herself in, so she could contemplate the future in peace. The last time she had smelled the fresh, salty air, the sky had been crystal blue, and the seas placid. However, the boat’s gentle sway had transformed into a violent heave from side to side.

Always curious, Quelle left her cabin. On her way up, she passed many elves going the other direction, most with concerned looks on their faces. When she finally reached the deck, Quelle saw a darkened sky, nearly black like the night for all the clouds above. The wind blew harshly and frigidly, and her long hair flew out to one side. Lightning pierced the sky, but the thunder could barely be heard. Only a few men were left above decks.

It was curiosity that had gotten Quelle abandoned in Middle Earth. However, she had never before seen a storm display all its fury. Frightened though she was, she could not bring herself to descend again because of her desire to witness this experience firsthand. Suppressing her survival instincts, she managed to move out of the way as the woman with the emerald eyes was led to the stairs and went below. Quelle was rooted to the spot from pure fear and stood in awe, watching the storm rage with the incredulity of naïveté.
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Postby luthienelflover » Tue Aug 17, 2004 9:48 pm

Khareth was so wrapped up in Tey that he didn't even notice all the Elves going belowdecks. It wasn't until he heard the conversation between Andante and a man he did not know that he realized that the deck was nearly deserted.

The man led Andante away and Khareth suddenly felt guilty. She probably thought I abandoned her to go below, he thought, as he moved toward the ladder going down. He decided that he would have to make amends later as he strapped the lad into his sling and then climbed down the ladder.

There were many Elves huddled belowdecks, some in family groups but most alone. He saw Andante speaking to the man who had helped her, and the girl who had fainted.

The rocking of the ship calmed Tey as effectively as his mother's rocking arms, and so, even though he had woken during Khareth's rough descent, he now drifted off once again to sleep. Khareth shook his head. He was always surprised at how much babies slept.
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Postby shieldmaidenofrohan » Wed Aug 18, 2004 6:00 am

Estelinde smiled back at the Elf. It would be nice to have a friend on this journey. "I think they want us all to go below-deck," she said, shuddering slightly at the thought of being trapped in such a dark, closed-in space...she was used to the openness of the woods in Lothlorien. "And you never told me your name."

"Oh! I'm Brenderiel," said the dark-haired elf.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Brenderiel, though I wish it had been under more pleasant circumstances," Estelinde said. "Come on; we should listen to the crew. This storm puts me ill at ease."
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Postby None_Elf_Ear » Thu Aug 19, 2004 2:25 am

Brenderiel shook her head in approval and she obeyed. She was still confused after the shock and she thought she night find a place where she could lay down a little, just to recover her strenght.

"Maybe there is some space in there", she said to her companion, "I would gladly like to sit down a little and clear my mind."

"I am sure you will find a was to rest thy feet", Estelinde smiled towards her, while helping her to go below deck.

They got through a wooden door, very strongly-built, and found themselves in a rather pleasant room, though not as likeable as the fresh air outside. But the air was not to be sensed there anymore, because even from the isolation of the below-deck they could hear the savage howlings of the wind. Then it soon began to rain.

Brenderiel found a small space for herself, but she was used with not so great conditions, so she managed to easily fit there. She closed her eyes, listening to the terrible noises outside, and thought.
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Postby Rystiqa » Tue Aug 24, 2004 6:10 pm

*Meanwhile, in Arnor*


The Lady Turenia hurried through the plains of Arnor hoping she wouldn't be seen. She suddenly stopped when she heard a twig snap from many a foot behind her. Turenia whirled around drawing her sword in haste. She saw not a person there, or anywhere near that area. She saw nothing at all. Sighing deeply, believing it was her imagination, she slowly turned back around.

And it was then that she had suddenly bumped into a man directly in front of her and they went tumbling down a hill. As soon as they stopped rolling Turenia staggered to her feet clutching her wrist in slight pain.

The man hurried to his feet as well.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm dreadfully sorry about that, miss! My name's Arvandor..."

He went over to help Lady Turenia, but backed away a little when he noticed the look she gave him.

She didn't respond, just stared.
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Postby Arvandor » Wed Aug 25, 2004 10:04 pm

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm dreadfully sorry about that, miss! My name's Arvandor..."

He hurriedly composed himself and fixed his armor.

"Arvandor of Dol-Amroth, I was sent to the North Kingdom bearing a message. I'm now on route to Annuminas, though my caravan is small and we brought little provisions on the hopes of good hunting. And...well that's how I met you..." With a smile he offered a hand to the seemingly perturbed woman...

"Where are you heading all alone?"
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