Hidden_Ring
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Elrond
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Location: WV & PA
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 1:06 pm |
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Orion and Elena are Wed: Let the Festival Begin!!
The trees around the Splintered ChamberPot were draped with ribbons so much that it seems spiders with coloured silks had been spinning around the lawns. Banners of well wishes fluttered inthe breeze. Windows of the songhouse were thrown open in celerbration. Tents stood about scattered with the organised chaos feeling of Hobbit design, including the all-important open-air kitchen. One tent held tankards, goblets and snifters, all filled with fragrant alcohols. Another was set for a table laden with crackers and other small favors. Chairs and tables were spread about under an especially large pavillion. One table was set to one side and raised on a dais with places for 14. Across from the table of honor was a stage.
The sounds of a crowd came with a tide of joyous murmurs as the bride and groom walked into the glade first. The coupled parties of the bride and the groom stood before as the guests started to enter the main tent. All the wedding party welcomed each guest, thanking them for their presence and wishes of happiness. As the last guest passes, the bridesmaids and groomsfolk move to the head table, starting with Parm and the ladies of the ceremony corners and ending with Orion and Elena coming to the center seats of the raised benches. As the head table sinks into their seats, Orion remains standing for a moment.
I wish to first of all thank you for coming. But I know you don't wish to hear me talk over much. So, the bride and I have arranged some entertainment for you. It's come to my understanding that there are some of the Bard's Guild that have poems to present. So, enjoy yourselves as the verses sung, chanted or otherwise spoken.
Without further speech, the white-blond Elf sat and started to eat and waited for the first performer
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luthienelflover
Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it
Alliance: The One Ring
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:08 am |
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After Orion's speech, silence blanketed the pavilion for a long moment, and then as people grew more comfortable quiet conversations filled the air. Orion and Elena were quietly talking as well. Luthien was seated with the other Circle corners, Isilme and Arwen and Enty. All four of them were Bards but she didn't know if any of them were planning on performing -- she hadn't had a chance to speak to them since the wedding had begun.
Orion had said that there
would
be Bards performing, and Luthien knew this was supposed to be one of the Guild's festivals as well as being a celebration of the wedding, but none of the Bards seemed to want to come forward and sing or recite. She shifted nervously in her seat -- the emptiness was uncomfortable, and she wished
someone
would find it in themselves to get up there. She certainly didn't want to -- she had too much to do. Such as...
Well, just because she couldn't think of anything didn't mean that there wasn't anything.
She wasn't really hungry, so she ignored the food set before her and went instead for the wine. It was very fine, as would be expected at such a Wedding, and it was gone before she really had a chance to savor it.
The drinks were in a tent down the way, and while Luthien would love nothing more now than a beer, she had no desire to stand up, walk over there, and get one. She was exhausted from all the merriment, though she knew Elena had to be a thousand times worse.
Still, nobody had stood to perform. It was odd to be at a festival and not hear music of some sort in the background; even if it was just instrumental, wouldn't music be appreciated?
She whispered to Isilme, sitting beside her. "Do you have your harp?"
"Yes..." Sil sent her a sharp glance. "Why?"
"Well, I know we just did this at the bachelorette party two nights ago, but..."
Sil rolled her eyes but quickly conceded, and the two Elven women stood and walked to the dias.
The room quickly quieted, which Luthien had not wanted. She shook her head but spoke anyway.
"We do not, at this time, have a poem or tale for you," she said and was answered with a low groan from somewhere in the audience, "but we shall play music for you." As the low chatter started up again, Isilme brought out her harp and Luthien her flute, and they started to play.
((OOC: how very sad that there's nobody here!  Maybe the sound of the music will draw them...
Sorry for the brevity, but I'm supposed to be advertising the Bards' Guild. 
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And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you
That I’m tired of castles in the air
I’ve got a dream I want the world to share
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wind_walker
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 31 Mar 2008
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Posts: 1104
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:24 am |
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Arwen and Windy took up their places flanking the newlyweds at the head table. The rest of the Bride's Maids fanned out beside Elena and Arwen while the Groom's Men came up beside Orion and Windy with the Orion and Elena being in the middle, together. The three remaining points took up the seats on the end, two at the end of the Bride's Maids, and one at the end of the Groom's Men. This left one more seat which Elena brought her brother up to, "You shall have a seat of honor at my wedding, dear one."
Windy waited for Orion to resume his seat after his brief words to the group. The dwarf then stood and quickly made his way to the stage. He cleared his throat getting both the Bride and Groom's attention. They looks at hime curriously, stull decked ot nice in his kilt.
"Lords and Ladys, fellow Bards, honorable Ringbearers, treasured friends, we celebrate! To Orion and Elena, may their marrage be forever long and fruitful."
The dwarf began a low and graceful song. This voice was not gravly like he sometimes choose to be, but following the true heart of the mountains in a dertain known strength...
"One soul, one mind, one great heart
To love forever and never stop
To be together, by sun or star
Ho hold on ot hand, and ne'er drop
Two people together, here have come
They give themselves forever
Hold back none, and reserve not
Throught their lives every endevor
Found by fate, bound by love
Together they are always true
For not even mountains break
The bonds between these two."
Upon finishing, the dwarf takes a small bow and make shis way off the stage. Looking like he's blushing, still haven't gotten past stage fright...
-WW
(OOC: Orion, I took a lot of liberities with the Honor Table seating, I can change wahtever you wish...)
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PatriotBlade
Ranger of the North
Alliance: -None - Female-
Last Visited: 01 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Jan 2002
Posts: 3388
Location: My own crazy, mixed up world.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:59 am |
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Heather walked casually toward the festival, Beryl resting against her shoulder, but not asleep. The little one had been exceptionally good through the ceremony and now that it was over, her adoptive mother was feeling a bit nostagic. Much the same way she had felt at Hobbi and Turele's wedding.
The half elf was distracted when thwo hobbit children and a Rhohirrim lad dashed passed her, a woman calling from behind. With a sudden movement, a strong, lightning fast arm whipped out and caught the boy around his middle. Before he could react, the arm had freed him, but instantly, cool, white fingers grasped his wrist firmly and a sweet voice derailed his angry comment.
"Excuse me, young man, but your mother is calling for you."
He stopped instantly and looked to his captor-A lovely woman with dark brown hair, green eyes that seamed to read his very soul and a kind smile. Her other arm braced a baby girl against her shoulder. She half turned, following someone through the crowd. He followed her gaze and saw his mother moving towards them.
"Lufu! Come here!"
The strange woman released him then and he ran straight to his mother's waiting arms. He glanced over his shoulder as he was bing scolded and noticed that the woman was still standing there, as if waiting for them to catch up.
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laureanna
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Cirdan
Last Visited: 21 May 2010
Joined: 05 Jun 2003
Posts: 3583
Location: sunny california
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 1:54 pm |
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Laureanna slipped to the edge of the glade, unnoticed. Her mottled aqua and dark green gown, light brown hair, and brown elven eyes blended with the dappled sunlight and shadow of the forest. Both a ringbearer and a bard, she was looking forward to this festival. As always, she preferred working behind the scenes to being in the spotlight. Besides, her song was still hen scratchings on a rumpled piece of paper in her pocket. It would take some time to polish.
She recalled, fondly, the "service" she had provided at Elena's bachelorette party. Perhaps the guests at this festival would enjoy similar delectables. She softly stroked the marzipan flower on
Theobroma, th Life Ring of Chocolate
, and smiled inwardly to herself. Since she knew how women enjoyed chocolate as a substitute for men, she had used her chocolate ring to make men-substitutes at Elena's gathering, to great success. Five young men - James and Josh, waiters by trade, and Fred, Faramir and Fabio, masseusers - had arrived and entertained the guests with harmless delights. Perhaps they would be welcome here, too, as background "entertainment". Of course, this time there would have to be female figments, as well, though she wasn't sure how fond the men would be of chocolate - it seemed to be more of a women's passion.
*****Ring Action****
Figments of choc'late,
Sweet bearers of cheer.
Forth from my ring,
The party draws near.
Come my sweet ladies,
Come my sweet men,
Time for your smiles
To greet us again.
Tickle their fancy,
With arts unpreposing.
Lighten their hearts
With charm most engrossing.
***ring action ends***
After a brief hush, there was the unmistakable sound of singing and laughter, faintly, deep in the woods. Several brightly dressed young people burst into the clearing, startling both the occupants and themselves.
"Oh! Hello, Mizz Laureanna", said Fabio, blushing shyly. "I'm so sorry to interupt. What a beautiful place you have here." He gazed in wonder at the streamers, tents and tables, and the huge Splintered Chamberpot in the background. "We were just looking for a quiet place to practice for our musical. I didn't know this place was here." He looked down and scuffed his feet.
Laureanna smiled, "Well, the 'Pot is enchanted, so it tends to move around a bit. And who are these sweet ladies?" She gestured at the young women in gauzy dresses, festooned with garlands of wildflowers.
"Oh," Fabio blushed again, "These are Gladys and Gwen, Britney and Brunhilde, and little Angelina. Well, I suppose we had better find a different place to work on our songs."
"No, no! Stay! The festivities were just beginning, and we welcome all singers and poets to join us! I believe you've met some of the guests before." With a flourish, she waved them into curiously onlooking crowd.
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Frelga
Two-L llama
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
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Location: On the back of the turtle
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 11:18 am |
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By the end of the ceremony, Frelga was misty-eyed, and the mist threatened to turn into rain. She tried not to sniffle as she dabbed at the corner of one eye with a quick finger.
"That was beautiful," she said, both to her son and to Façade who sat next to him.
"The bride was pretty," Lufu agreed. "Not as pretty as you, mommy, but she'll do."
"Lufu!" his mother gasped, dimpling with suppressed laughter.
And where did he hear
that
, I wonder?
"This is no way for a young gentleman to speak, Lufu," Façade said gravely. "You must learn that a man of courtesy would not dream of comparing appearances of two ladies, nor would he ever find any on them wanting."
"Not out loud, at least," Frelga muttered.
But Lufu was not interested in the finer points of wooing. "Look, Mom, there's food in there. I'm
starving
!" And off he went, joined by the two little hobbits. Frelga took off after him, hoping to intercept her son before he upset a table or knocked down some lady in her elegant gown.
Disaster was averted when a brown-haired woman with a child on her shoulder caught the little Eorling by the arm. She was smiling at the boy, and Frelga only hoped that Lufu did not make any remarks about this woman's appearance.
"Lufu! Come here," Frelga called, and the boy shot straight into her arms. "Have a little patience, Rider. The tables are ready, but it is not seemly to begin eating before the newlywed couple touched their food. Do you have the fortitude to wait, or must I sneak pieces to you under the table?"
"I'll wait," Lufu promised, resigned. "But I really am starving!"
Frelga noticed the other mother looking at them and hurried to catch up, holding Lufu's warm hand in hers.
"Thank you for stopping him. I was hoping I'd get a chance to talk to you. I am Frelga and this little whirlwind is Lufu." Lufu gave the lady a wide smile and waved at the little girl. "And who is this precious darling?"
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Aiwe
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Fangorn
Last Visited: 11 Dec 2008
Joined: 14 Jun 2003
Posts: 1353
Location: la-la-land
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 11:40 am |
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Aiwe crept in, feeling guilty about not joining in at her friends' wedding. "I shall have to find them and apologise personally," she said to herself.
"Eeee," agreed the tiny green parrot tucked between her neck and her hood.
"And I'm sure I shall have to find
you
something to eat, Squee."
"Nik chit? Yeeekaka!" the parrotlet chittered, puffing his chest and flaring his tail excitedly.
Suddenly, Aiwe caught sight of a very familiar face. She snuck up behind Laureanna and gave her a big hug.
Squee, meanwhile, hopped from his favored perch onto Laureanna's shoulder and would have chewed a hole in her beautiful dress if Aiwe hadn't scooped him up in mid-chomp.
"Squee! That's not polite."
"Eeee!" came the sullen protest.
"Sooo..." Aiwe continued, turning to face Laureanna again. "Fancy meeting you here!"
--Aiwe
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PatriotBlade
Ranger of the North
Alliance: -None - Female-
Last Visited: 01 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Jan 2002
Posts: 3388
Location: My own crazy, mixed up world.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 2:26 pm |
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The woman's green eyes glittered cheerfuly.
"This is my daughter Beryl."
she offered her free hand,
"And I am known as Heather. I am pleased to meet the mother of so handsome, if a bit over eager young man."
The last was spoken with a wink, to tell Frelga that she, as a mother understood.
"My Little Jewel is also begining to get hungry and impatiant to mingle."
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The_Fool
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 11 Aug 2009
Joined: 15 May 2003
Posts: 3427
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 2:56 pm |
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"Is she now?" Façade grinned as he stepped up beside Frelga to smile at the healer and her child. "well, I suspect that it's most understandable, she's such a lovely child it would be a waste to tell her nay."
"'Nay?'" Lufu looked up at Façade. "Just because you're my horse doesn't mean you have to talk like one."
Façade laughed and knelt down next to the child with a brilliant grin. "My deepest apologies. From now on I shall refrain from snorting, neighing, whickering and whinnying in your wonderful Rohirrim presence. Do you forgive your steed good sir or does he have to perform tricks?" With a shake of his blond mane the Fool ducked his head in mock embarrassment.
"What kind of tricks can you do?" Lufu giggled and he reached across to give his 'horse' a pat on the head.
"A token for you to give to our newly met Beryl perhaps?" With an imperceptible flick of his wrist Façade plucked the inky handkerchief used to wipe Lufu's hands from thin air. "Oh blast," he frowned, and with a snap of his fingers it was seemingly gone. "That won't do." Lufu giggled again.
"Now you mustn't laugh, I'm a horse not a magician!" Façade said with mock-indignation. Above him one of the woman covered her laugh behind a hand. "Now, I know it's here somewhere," he murmured.
With a dramatic flourish Façade pressed his hands together then with a graceful slip of his fingers he revealed a pale green kerchief of silk. It shimmered in the sunshine as he handed it across to Lufu. "Not too small?" he asked, looking up at Heather questioningly.
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SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Alliance: House of Earendil
Last Visited: 29 Aug 2010
Joined: 06 Mar 2002
Posts: 24555
Location: In the wild . . .
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 8:18 pm |
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She watched the simple beauty of the rites as the ceremony unfolded with interest. When it was done, and the surprise late arrival had sent everyone's pulses racing, she followed the same pattern as the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen and escorted Silwen out of the circle. She kept her eyes forward and concentrated on keeping her pace slow and even, shortening her long stride to match Silwens graceful steps.
She stood in the line with the rest when they reached the main tent, nodding as the guests passed and carefully masking her extreme discomfort. Large crowds normally bothered her now, but she put on a calm, unruffled face and patiently waited until this particular duty was done.
When the last of the guests had passed by, she once again followed the lead of the other members of the wedding party and took her place at the head table with the rest, acutely uncomfortable with having to sit in such a public setting. Sighing, she folded her tall frame onto the bench and stretched her long legs out under the table with some relief. At least there was room and she didn't have to worry about tripping anyone.
She listened to Orions speech, applauded him politely with the rest and then turned her attention to the wide array of delicious looking and savoury smelling dishes in front of her. She resisted the urge to use her fingers, instead, she fell back on memory and recalled the court manners she had perfected whist living in Mirkwood. As she ate, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was on display and covered her nervousness by concentrating on her plate and using the correct utensils for everything. When she was done, she sat back and waited for a polite interval, then rose and slipped over to the tent where she had spotted the unmistakable sight of Hobbit kegs and spirit bottles.
She tagged one of the Hobbits that was serving and asked for a large tankard of foaming dark ale. When the Hobbit had drawn and handed it her, she inhaled the rich, yeasty vapour then drained a third of it at a go. Wiping the foam from her lips, she winked at the Hobbit. "Ah, 'tis a most hearty ale Master Hobbit, it surely does you proud." The Hobbit beamed and topped up the tankard, then sketched her a half bow as another patron called for his attention. Grinning, she slipped outside and leaned against the beer wagon parked in the shadows of the tent. She turned her attention to the stage, for if she knew the Bards like she thought she knew the Bards, the night would boast many enjoyable performances.
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Scribe, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Warrior, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and General Nuisance.
~Bard of Renown(with Title), Bards Guild | Second Mate, Mariners Guild | Bunch 'o White Council Awards 2002-2006 ~
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Image is the result of my flagrant misuse of pencil crayons and shameless abuse of Photoshop. My heartfelt apologies to David Cherry for savageing his original work "Bladeswoman".
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Hobbituated
Citizen of Imladris
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 08 Jul 2006
Joined: 15 May 2004
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 10:41 pm |
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The members of the Warren family are making themselves indispensible in the food preparation tent. Salvia runs about with the energy of three women, wrapped up in the body of a pint-sized hobbit matron. She runs from stew pot to fruit stores, ordering the waiters to keep the buffet tables groaning, and sending runners to the storage tent for more bread and onions. Unauthorized tasters get their hands slapped, and children underfoot are shooed away (with a piece of honey candy).
Salvia's long-suffering and quiet husband, Rudibras, tries to stay out of the way of the whirlwind, preferring to tinker with the suspension of the family wagon. Whenever a delivery is requested, he is quick to hop aboard, shake the reins, and escape to the relative quiet of the open road.
Rando and Ringo, Salvia's tweenage sons, are tasked with peeling potatoes and apples, which they manage to do with minimal attention to detail. Instead, their eyes are upon the two hobbit lasses rolling out pie crusts. Every so often, an apple inexplicably slips out of Rando's hands and rolls to the feet of one of the lasses. She blushes, looks at him sideways, and hands it back. Ringo, hopelessly shy, turns away and concentrates very hard on a potato, shaving it down to almost nothing.
Chrys, still too young and untamed to do anything useful in the kitchen, keeps the chickens occupied and fed with a variety of wildflowers. Just then, Salvia snags Chrys and places a handfull of small breadsticks into her girl's apron, rolling them up carefully, for Chrys to hold in her chubby hands. "Give these to that young boy over there - Lufu, I think his name is - and his companions. They look famished. And Ringo!" Ringo shrinks visibly. "Give this cup of oats to that young lady over there - the one with the little bird on her shoulder." Ringo protests incoherently as he is shoved out of the tent. "Ask her about her ring!" she imparts as he stumbles away, his ears almost touching his shoulders. Bustling back into the tent, Salvia commandeers a knife and starts chopping carrots.
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Elladan_Elfhelm
Mariner
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 28 Aug 2009
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Location: Riding in the Riddermark
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 10:51 am |
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Elladan had watched the beautiful ceremony with great fascination. He had never witnessed such beautiful sights and sounds as this day brought him. The bride was absolutely gorgeous, and she shone with the radiance of the greatest of her people. The ceremony had sadly come to an end, and all the guests were invited to stay for the reception. Elladan quickly realized that there was enough food at the reception to feed the entire army of Rohan twice over. He didn’t know what some of the items were that made it onto his plate, but he enjoyed everything that he tried.
He was busy eating as soon as Orion’s speech was ended, and then he noticed that a dwarf had made his way upon the stage. Elladan recognized him as being the dwarf from the wedding, and he was cheerfully surprised when the dwarf cleared his throat and sang out a beautiful song to the bride and groom. The dwarf finished, made a small bow, and then left the stage as the gathered crowd gave him a heartfelt applause.
Elladan quickly finished off his food, so that he could keep his attention upon the stage that the Bards were to perform at. He was rather surprised when Luthy, who had spotted him from her vantage point up front, came over and sat down beside him. “Dan, I am so glad that you were able to come.” The two shared a warm friendly hug as they greeted each other. “The Bards have started their performances, and you are to be inducted today. Did you come up with a song that you would like to sing now?”
Elladan was caught off guard for a second. “Did you say now? I’m sure that there are many other Bards that would like to go before me.”
She gave him a mischievous grin as she spoke again. “I did say now, plus we like to give our newest Bards a chance to shine when everyone’s minds are fresh.”
“Well, I think you just want me to sing, but there is wisdom in your words.” He replied as he took a large drink from his cup.
“How is that?” Luthy questioned innocently.
“If I perform early, then I’m sure that many more worthy Bards will be after me. So, the better ones will be the ones freshest on people’s minds.”
“You don’t give yourself any credit my friend.” She replied as she rose from the table and took his hand. “I know you will do fine.” She led him to the stage and introduced him the gathered crowd. There was a smattering of applause as Luthy introduced him, and then she left the stage. Elladan looked over the assembly, and realized that he was very very nervous, as every eye was fixated upon him. After some fumbling for the right words to say in greeting, he finally blurted out something.
“Congratulations to the bride and groom, and may the sun forever shine upon your lives. Right now though, I believe I would rather be fighting a cave troll then having all of your eyes glaring at me.” He said that as seriously as he could, but he couldn’t hide the smile that crossed his face. Laughter spread through the room, but quickly stopped as Elladan began his song.
A child is born, and longs for its mother.
The mother through toil and pain longs for her child.
Time passes on, and the child grows older.
The mother’s love will go on even further.
We strive and we struggle each and every day.
As from a child we long to be loved by another.
Sometimes we are hurt, left, or betrayed.
We long to be loved by someone to help us along the way.
Love comes sometimes when we least expect it.
But, the longing for love was always there.
Men, women, boys, and girls are cursed; no they are blessed.
They all long for the love that can fill the empty pit.
Then sometimes when hope is almost spilled.
Two longing to be loved by someone else,
Are brought together by destiny, by fate, or by chance.
And the longing for love is finally filled.
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PatriotBlade
Ranger of the North
Alliance: -None - Female-
Last Visited: 01 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Jan 2002
Posts: 3388
Location: My own crazy, mixed up world.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 7:26 pm |
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Heather laughed merrily as did the infant, reaching for the shimmery, green fabric with interest.
"I think it is perfect, Master...?"
"Facade."
The healer quirked an eyebrow at his name, but said nothing about it, trusting her other friends in the company they kept, and she had seen him in the company of the most esteemed Scribe at a former festival.
"Thank you, Master Facade. And to you, Lufu, for training your horse so well."
she winked.
"He is so well mannered. I trust the Eorling who trained him to be equally well mannered."
The three adult began walking toward the festival, as Lufu explaind that he had been playing and that Facade was really not his horse, just a nice man who took him outside for breakfast.
"And I was playing along with you. It is fun to play pretend."
She touched the boy's golden locks.
"Perhaps we should reward Master Facade for performing so well?"
The young Eorling nodden and Heather whispered something in his ear. His eyes danced merrily and he covered his mouth tightly, nodding his fair head.
When he didn't move his hands, his mother asked if he was alright.
"I'm keeping a secret in."
he said through his fingers, and began to giggle.
They quickly found a table, for they were begining to fill and Heather turned to Facade.
"Well, Sir. Master Lufu and I would like to reward you for those lovely tricks and a rather nice breakfast, so please, what would you have to drink? The first round is on me."
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The_Fool
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 11 Aug 2009
Joined: 15 May 2003
Posts: 3427
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 2:47 pm |
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"How kind of you Lady Heather," Façade smiled as he seated himself, stretching his long legs out before him. "And you of course, Master Lufu for indulging your horse. A light ale will do my fine, and my thanks."
"You are welcome," Heather replied as she repositioned Beryl who was chewing thoughtfully on the silk handkerchief whilst Lufu giggled at her. Absently Façade reached across to touch the child's curls, a wistful smile on his lips. She regarded him solemnly over the pale green of Lufu's token then grabbed his finger and cooed.
"Hello little one," he murmured, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "How are you this morning? Eru, but you remind me of someone." Beryl tugged at his slender finger, seemingly to consider whether or not it would taste as good as the kerchief. "Ah but she'd be all grown up now."
"E-excuse me Sir, Ladies," a voice stuttered and the Fool looked up to see a young hobbit, loaded down with breadsticks. "My mother wanted you to have these. Said you looked hungry. Errr, famished rather."
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PatriotBlade
Ranger of the North
Alliance: -None - Female-
Last Visited: 01 Sep 2010
Joined: 04 Jan 2002
Posts: 3388
Location: My own crazy, mixed up world.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 7:32 pm |
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Heather looked at him couriously after thanking the hobbit lass and Frelga was taking the breadsticks.
"Really? Might I ask who? You see," [i she went on to quickly explain,[/i] "Beryl is my adopted daughter, though I've been told that she looks like she could be my own."
*incase you didn't realise it, Beryl has green eyes also*
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The_Fool
Ranger of the North
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 1:16 am |
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"Yes, I can understand why they would. It's your matching green eyes I expect. Hey now," Façade laughed as Beryl began to shake his finger up and down and giggle lightly. "You must be patient my Lady. I am trying to speak to your mother."
In answer Beryl placed his finger in her mouth and waved the damp handkerchief at him.
"She's drooling on you Façade!" Lufu crowed in delight.
"Now, now Master Lufu," Façade replied, "Ladies do not 'drool.'"
"She is," Lufu grinned in wicked child-like delight.
"Lufu!" Frelga scolded though there was a smile on her lips, and she broke a piece off one of the breadsticks and handed it to the boy. "You must be more polite."
Lufu muttered a small 'yes mother' before taking a bite of his bread piece. Turning back to Heather the Fool left Beryl to amuse herself with his hand and kerchief as he continued to answer her question. "As to who your daughter reminds me of, well she was the daughter of a dear friend of mine. Her name was Airlia, and she had those same green eyes and curly hair. Her skin was darker though, more in keeping with her mother. I used to visit her and her mother every day, for the father had left them alone and she often needed aid. I was still rather young myself, and I would bring little Airlia toys when I could afford to." He grinned at Beryl and wiggled his little finger at her. She burbled happily at him over his hand and wrapped her small finger more tightly about his own. "It has been a long time since I saw them. Airlia would be about 10 now I expect, and her mother no doubt has found herself a proper man willing to make an honest woman of her. She was a lovely, generous person, I would be glad to know she found someone deserving of her."
Heather nodded and lovingly touched her daughter's curls. "I am certain she will have, Master Façade, if she is all that you say she is."
"By Aini I do hope so," Façade sighed. He laughed then as Beryl tried to shove both handkerchief and finger in her mouth at once. "Wist, wist, little one! Everything in moderation." Gently he extracted his finger from between her small pink lips and wiped his finger on the hem of his fine elven tunic. "I don't suppose I could hold her?" he asked hopefully.
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PatriotBlade
Ranger of the North
Alliance: -None - Female-
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Location: My own crazy, mixed up world.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 12:53 pm |
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"Of course you may! She'll be wanting to mingle on her own soon anyway."
Beryl eagerly went to the golden haired man, laughing through the handkerchief she was again chewing on. Someone arived with their order-a light ale for Facade, an exotic fruit concoction for Heather, Frelga's request and two milks for the children. There was also a cookie to accompany Lufu's glass.
Heather grinned and bit into a breadstick as they boy's eyes grew big.
"For me?"
"Yes, Lufu. Enjoy."
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The_Fool
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 2:51 pm |
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Façade beamed as he took Beryl from her mother, carefully positioning her so that she was comfortable in the crook of his arm.
"Hello my pretty one. Why, you're so lovely it's wonder the Faer didn't steal you away to put roses in your hair."
Beryl cooed in reply and waved the edges of the handkerchief at him.
"And what do you think of this festival hmmm?" Gently he repositioned Beryl so that she could have a fine view of the activities around her. She watched with eager green eyes, her tiny fingers holding on tight to his shirt. She pointed at the stage and gurgled sweetly as one of the Bards completed their performance. "So you liked that one did you?" Façade grinned, "mayhap you'll grow up to be a Bard, my Lady and you shall have a voice to tame wild horses and bring the elementals to hover round you. And all the young men will fall at your feet and beg you to love them. Would you like that Beryl?"
Beryl made a sound rather like a disgusted snort which only caused the Fool to laugh.
"You're right. The last part was terrible. It never pays to be worshipped, only loved."
Beryl chirruped then reached out to stroke his hair, fascinated by the gleam.
"No pulling," Façade warned with a grin. "I've had my hair yanked more than enough by babes like you. One is disarmed by the eyes and the innocent joy and then," he laughed and ducked his head as Beryl made to tug , "and then one finds himself in a great deal of pain. Ah, no, no, no Beryl my sweet. Not the earring!"
After extracting the child's inquisitive finger's from the gold at his ear enough times Beryl gave in to him and sat herself quietly, alternately chewing on the handkerchief and burbling happily at passers-by. His ale arrived along with the rest of the orders and with his free hand he took a slow draught, enjoying the cool taste in the heat of the noon sun. Interested, Beryl reached for the mug.
"No my little imp," Façade chuckled, "that is not for you. Here, drink this." He took up the milk that had been brought across for her and helped the child to drink it. A nostalgic smile graced his lips as he remembered his early days with his gypsy clan when he had helped, and been expected to help, with large numbers of the wild children when their mothers were earning, or washing, or mending, or cooking. He had been born into a crowd and had nearly always come to live in one. He was most at ease amongst large groups, were the company was sweet and the welcome warm.
"Look Façade!" Lufu waved his cookie at the Fool, all smiles. "Lady Heather bought me a cookie. Look mother! Look!"
When Beryl was done with her drink Façade patted her lightly on the back then set to watching the crowds as she had done. Alternately drinking his ale and pointing out a new sight to the babe he worked through the crowd, waving to the bride and her new husband, to those he had met at the last festival until finally his eyes lighted upon the Scribe. Her eyes were on the stage and for a moment he studied her quietly whilst Beryl chewed thoughtfully on the pale green silk, sensing the change in his mood.
"Who are you looking at Façade?" Lufu's voice interrupted his thoughts and he blinked twice before focusing on the lad.
"A friend Lufu," he said with a small smile. "Just a friend."
"Where?" Lufu craned his neck. "The lady by the tent? Do you think she'd like to sit with us?"
Façade paled slightly and shifted Beryl to his other arm as she made to take a handful of his hair. "I'm certain she has more important things to do." He was distracted from his more melancholy thoughts when Beryl reached across to stroke his moustache and thankful for her sweetly innocent aid he laughed. "Beryl my sweet that tickles something terrible. Now would you," he stopped as another peal of laughter came loose, Beryl's chime-like giggle following on its tail. "No dearest, I can't...Mercy! Mercy!"
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Frelga
Two-L llama
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Location: On the back of the turtle
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 11:30 pm |
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Frelga smiled at the little hobbit-lass and took the breadsticks to pass them around the little group. "Thank you, my dear. You are just in time to rescue a hungry Rider. Where is your mother?"
"She's over in those tents, cooking. And a busy morning we had of it, I can tell you. I'm run clean off my feet chasing chickens around and… and helping my mum and all," the chubby girl chirped, at ease with Frelga as most children were. The Rohan woman had a motherly air, with her soft curves and dimpled cheeks. Encouraged by gentle questions, Chrys chatted on, telling Frelga about provenance and comparative merits of every food item. Frelga picked a bright red apple from a bowl for the little lass, who toddled away with her prize.
Still in sentimental mood, Frelga watched as Façade entertained Beryl. What a rare thing for a man to be so at ease with little children, she thought. Frelga found herself going over the names of her unmarried friends, wondering if one of them might be interested in a golden haired husband. Façade meanwhile untangled Beryl's hand from his mustache and met Frelga's eyes.
"You appear pensive, Lady Frelga. Might I inquire what put you into such contemplative mood?"
Caught, Frelga shook her head and colored a little. "Nothing, really. Well, the wedding, and the children. It's just… I think you will make a fine father one day, Façade." Immediately, Frelga regretted not holding her tongue. Whatever possessed her to say such things to a stranger?
This time it was Lufu who came to the rescue, bouncing and pointing. "Mommy, look at that bird! Do you think it's Elvish? Maybe it likes to eat breadstick crumbs. Can I go and pet it?" His mother looked where directed and saw two guests, one of whom had a bright little bird on her shoulder.
"Please don't point at people, Lufu," Frelga told the boy.
"I am not pointing at people," Lufu explained. "I am pointing at the bird." But he lowered his hand.
"Yes, the bird is quite lovely," Frelga agreed, looking as delighted as her son. "When the lady is done talking, you may go and ask permission to look closer."
"Will you go with me?" the boy asked, suddenly looking shy.
Frelga promised and turned to Heather. "Did you say Beryl is adopted? She is very fortunate to have you, then. But then she herself is a treasure. How did she come to you?"
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Nicasam
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 27 Dec 2007
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Location: Sitting somewhere on the edges of the Grey Havens
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 7:34 am |
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Natan coughed as he stepped infront of the gathered peoples of middle earth. His heart felt as though it could leap out of his chest. As he silently gathered his thought of laughter and love, he felt the apprehension of the Bride and the Groom as he began to speak.
"My Lords and Ladies, Fellow Ringbearers, hobbits, dwarves, My fellow Rohirrim. Hear me now, for I weave a spell of song and rhyme. It seems to fall at this time, for the Bards come forth to share in your love. Justly granted from up above."
As Natan looked on the gathered hushed in awe. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he began.
Broken wings
a wounded heart
never to sing
for Broken is the heart
Lifted up by strong hands
this is the will of Love
strike the chorus heavens bands
for those in love
Healed wings
Strengthened heart
To sing once more
this love may start
As Natan walked away a single tear formed in his eye and dropped down his cheek.
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PatriotBlade
Ranger of the North
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Last Visited: 01 Sep 2010
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Location: My own crazy, mixed up world.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 12:25 pm |
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"Ah, that is a sad tale. The mother's name was Cyan. She was a teenager who's country, home, and name were stripped from her one night and the following night lost everything else that mattered - her family, her ability to speak and her virginity. She escaped, pregnant, silent and alone. Wondering through strange lands she heard of the Bards' Festival and came to see, having nothing else to do or nowhere else to go. Eru indeed surely guided her steps for that is where I found her. I befriended her and we developed a way to comunicate. She went into premature labor while there so I cared for her and saved the life of the child, but Cyan wouldn't even look at her for the pain and begged that I keep her. I agreed, hoping that with time she'd change her mind, or that I could find the girl a good home."
Heather smiled and looked to her daughter lovingly.
"Eru had other plans. He provided me with everything I needed for her and set a love in my heart for this beautiful infant."
Lufu had been staring at the healer, listening intently. He didn't quite understand everything in the story, but the woman's words effected him and when she stopped, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Where is she now? Beryl's mother?"
Frelga moved to shush him, but Heather shook her head.
"She moved on. She was too young to care for Beryl and she found someone from her own country who would let her travel with his party. Another bard, actually."
Heather took his little hand in hers and looked into his eyes to stress her point.
"So you see, Master Lufu, Eru provides, even through difficult times. Cyan is safe and starting a new life. Beryl is safe and has a chance for a wonderful future. And me - the healer who could have no children now has a daughter. Trust him and be patient, Young Man. He will provide."
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Eltirwen
Rider of the Mark
Alliance: default (female)
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 4:59 pm |
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Narmir drew in a breath, trying to still the butterflies in her stomach. She wasn’t normally shy about performing onstage, but the success of this poem would determine whether or not she could join the prestigious Bard’s Guild. She looked over at her sister. Eltirwen had walked quietly over to the bride’s table during the last song, and had given her the present. Obviously the bride liked the rose carved from a gem. The smile on her face was genuine. Elena was one of the rare people that accepted her sister for who she had to be, and Narmir hoped she would like the poem. Eltirwen wound her way back to her sister’s side, and Narmir steeled herself.
“Ready?”
“Are you sure you should sing that song?”
“It’s the only happy one about love I have, and I’m not jinxing your
friend by singing a sad song at her wedding.”
“All right. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Eltirwen was glad she didn’t have to be actually on the stage. They had
arrived late at the ceremony, so they had stayed in the shadows, where
she preferred to be anyway. The success of her part of her sister’s
induction depended on her staying in the shadows, too. Hopefully she could
prove that darkness was not always evil. She ran over the instructions
again in her mind, and nodded.
Narmir saw her sister’s shrouded head bob, and smiled. It was probably
better that Eltirwen had suggested using her ring as part of the
performance - people might be a little surprised or frightened by the sight
of a girl completely shrouded in dark blue robes. It wasn’t her sister’s
fault that any touch of the sun would blister her skin, but people
usually assumed darker things before simply asking. Perhaps if the festival
went on past dark, Eltirwen could take off her hood and mask, and make
some new friends. Narmir saw the stage was empty, and straightened her
shoulders. Walking up onstage, she cleared her throat.
“I too have a song, in honor of the bride and groom. I hope you enjoy
it.”
To the side of the stage, ensconced in the shade, Eltirwen took a deep
breath, and thumbed the ring on her index finger.
****RING ACTION****
As Daekano pulsed with energy, the stage behind Narmir filled with
shadow. At first it looked large and menacing, looming over the slight
blond figure. However, it started coalescing, and soon formed into three
distinct shapes. Far from being frightening, the creations were rather
comical. A small girlish figure held a set of pipes, while a larger
birdlike creature held a harp and a portly figure carried a drum. The three
looked rather alien, dressed in bright colors, but Narmir looked to
them and nodded. They began to play, and she began to sing.
Some say love’s an illusion
That tricks us with its traps
It’ll break our heart in the end
What if they’re wrong, perhaps?
All I know is I’ve never been happier
Than when I’m here in your arms
I feel safe and cherished here
Completely enthralled by your charms
You say you’ll love me forever
This I’ve no reason to doubt
I know it would be torture
To live, your love without
So tell me again you love me
Kiss me again that way
Hold me like this always
And forever here I’ll stay
From her vantage point, Eltirwen could see tears beginning to inch down Narmir’s
cheeks. She shook her head - the moment her sister said she wanted to
sing this song, she knew it was a bad idea. Bringing up old ghosts was
never happy. She let the shadow musicians dissipate like mist, and
prepared for whatever would come next.
****END RING ACTION****
Narmir bowed, relieved the song was over, for she could hold back her
weeping no longer. She fled from the stage, wishing only to be alone,
and headed for the woods. She collapsed against a tree far enough from
the festival to hide her, and let the sobs rack her body. Quiet steps
came up behind her, and a leather glove rested on her shoulder.
“You were right. I shouldn’t have sung that song. I just couldn’t write
a new one. What use is love, anyways?”
Eltirwen had nothing to say in reply to her sister. She had never been
in love, so she had no way to understand the pain her sister harbored.
Instead of trying to say anything, she just reached out for Narmir,
hugging her and letting her sob on her shoulder instead of the hard tree.
She knew from experience that Narmir simply needed to cry all the tears
out, and perhaps then they could head back to the Festival and hear the
other bards.
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The_Fool
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 11 Aug 2009
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 9:42 pm |
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Frelga
, you have no idea how much I loved this line:
'Frelga found herself going over the names of her unmarried friends, wondering if one of them might be interested in a golden haired husband.'
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"Nothing, really. Well, the wedding, and the children. It's just… I think you will make a fine father one day, Façade."
At Frelga's words Façade smiled broadly. To hear such a thing from someone he had only just met filled him with a slow pride and he inclined his head to her in thanks. He had no time to reply, for Lufu attracted his mother's attention and he followed the boy's finger to look at the parrot perched on another guest's shoulder. He applauded as more Bards took to the stage to perform, lifting Beryl so that she could see a little better.
Heather's tale of Beryl's mother ached his heart, and he wondered if perhaps he had seen Cyan at the last festival. Beryl rested her head on his shoulder and watched her adopted mother quietly. Listening to her explain her good fortune with calm piety he stroked the child's silken curls, content to merely be silent. A little more subdued now Beryl followed suit, quietly running her little fingers through the golden strands of his own hair whilst she sucked on the corner of her handkerchief.
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laureanna
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Cirdan
Last Visited: 21 May 2010
Joined: 05 Jun 2003
Posts: 3583
Location: sunny california
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 11:59 pm |
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From her seat in the shadows at the edge of the glade, Laureanna watched several stories unfold.
The main crowd of bards, ring bearers and guests, gathered at the head table, about the radiant bride and groom. As the newlyweds ate, they conversed quietly, heads tilted towards each other, smiles playing across their faces.
Though tired from the ceremony, Luthy and Isilme played exquisite harp and flute music for a while, until one brave performer finally took to the stage. It was Windy, with a rich deep voice, and a song about faithful love.
Off to the side was Façade, as always, charming every woman but the one he sought. This time he was surrounded by Heather, Frelga, and Lufu the Whirlwind, with an incorrigibly cute baby Beryl playing catalyst.
Laureanna was startled out of her reverie by a tackle-hug. Much to her delight, Aiwe, a fellow ringbearer, had come to join the festivities. The young botanist deftly scooped up her parrotlet before Squee could reduce the elf's dress collar to shreds.
"Squee! That's not polite."
"Eeee!" came the sullen protest.
"Sooo..." Aiwe continued, turning to face Laureanna again. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"Yes, it has been a while, hasn't it? It's a shame neither of us could make it to the wedding. But I'm glad you are here now. I hope you'll stay. Have you considered becoming a bard? I know how much you love poetry." she winked.
A young, crimson-faced hobbit burst into their midst, handed Aiwe a cup of oats, and ran, without saying a word. Aiwe watch him thoughtfully as he stumbled and dodged his way through the guests, back to the kitchen.
Two new bards came on stage, from Rohan by the looks of them, and both intensely nervous. The first sang his song with a steady, bell-like voice, then the second gave a passionate poetry reading. As always, the bards in the audience were warm and welcoming. The next new bard conjured her own musicians, sang a song of sweet love, then burst into tears. The song struck a chord with several of the bards, acquainted with grief themselves.
After applauding, Aiwe stood up, smoothed her green tunic, and grabbed her odd walking stick with the little drawers full of secrets. "Time for me to mingle for a while," she said with a touch of resignation, tucking Squee a little farther back into her hood.
"You might want to stop and say 'Hi' to Lufu, that young Eorling over there. He's been pointing at your bird and tugging his mother's hand for some time now."
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wind_walker
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 31 Mar 2008
Joined: 17 Feb 2003
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 2:52 pm |
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The dwarf did not return to his seat, but decided that after having the opening performance, he needed a good drink. He wandered around to the kegs of ale and found the one with his rune and a single strike akin to a claw mark. He turned the tap and filled a mug with the fluid.
"Isn't it a little early in the afternoon for that?" came a familiar voice.
Windy jumped in slight suprize at the arrival of his friend. "Never too early for a good drink." He quickly snagged another mug and began filling it for his friend.
"Nay good dwarf, it is too early for
this
drink, at least to maintain good composure. Perhaps there is another who would like that second mug," Orodben said.
"Hmm?" Windy looked slightly confused as he took a drink of his mug. "Tastes less strong than usual."
'Orion promised a friend a mug, you know that. And yes, it does lack a bit, the herb wasn't allowed full preperation time."
"Ah, you mean your herb? Was that on purpose, so Orion wouldn't pass out before his big day?"
"You could say that," the man said. "Anyway, you should deliver that mug before the sun cooks it."
Windy didn't have to wander far to find the lady Groom's Man. She was relaxing with a mug of her own. She saw him approach and gave the kilted dwarf a currious look as he was carrying 2 mugs.
"Scribbles, if I may, I am taking care of Orion's debit."
"Thats what the 2 mugs are for, I take it?" she replied, easing her hand off the Pickle Slicer.
"One for his debit and the other for my nerves," Windy commented setting the full mug next to her on the cart where it could be relatively shaded. He took another drink from his and closed his eyes letting the fluid burn his throat.
"Your nerves?" she asked.
"Never have had much liking for the stage," he said. "Tis a rattling thing to have to sing up there."
"A bard with stage fright," she laughed, "now thats a new one."
"Yes," he took a longer drink, "I suppose it is."
"So tell me, master dwarf, how did Orion come to getting you in that kilt?"
"That, good Scribe, will take many more drinks to get me to tell."
-WW
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SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Alliance: House of Earendil
Last Visited: 29 Aug 2010
Joined: 06 Mar 2002
Posts: 24555
Location: In the wild . . .
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She didn’t have long to wait for the Bards to be true to their name and their calling. She had no sooner settled herself than Windy regaled the crowd with a song, his strong voice carrying easily over the crowd. When the appreciative whistles and applause died down, he was followed shortly by a young man who mounted the stage and spoke briefly, then launched into a beautiful song. She applauded loudly again with the rest of the assembly and grinned to herself as the young man coloured with pleasure as he left the stage.
She watched the ebb and flow of the crowd with as much interest as the stage. There were many familiar faces and of course, a whole host of new ones that piqued her natural curiosity. She was glad to see that the Guild was swelling with new talent again.
Her gaze moved from scurrying, busy Hobbits, to a young woman with a pert little green parrot, to another Bard, laureanna. She caught sight of Frelga, and hoped that the Rohirrim woman would be performing again. The Lady Heather was nearby too and as her eyes slid past the peredhel healer, she caught a glimpse of a bright blonde head. Façade. Her hand involuntarily went to pat one side of her vest when realized that she was not wearing her usual leather one. Tucked into one of the many hidden inside pockets in that vest was a tightly folded letter, a letter that Cornelius had surprised her with when she made one of her infrequent trips to the Lucky Fortune for a few supplies. It was from Façade and it had not taken the Scribe long to wring a confession from Cornelius that it was no mere coincidence that he was there, but that he had been waiting for her precisely so he could deliver the selfsame letter. She sighed. Perhaps she could save them both embarrassment and simply stay out of Façade's way, the Festival was well attended and crowded enough.
Her thoughts were interrupted by another young Bard, who took his place and spoke to the bride and groom before giving a most moving recitation. Once again the gathered merrymakers showed their approval and appreciation, and were immediately treated to another performance, this one accompanied by a visual manifestation as well as the song the young woman sang. However, as the applause swelled and broke, the young woman fled the stage. Scribbles wondered if she had merely become overwhelmed with stage fright, she had not seemed nervous at all during her performance.
A stocky figure came into view from amongst the milling guests and she quickly recognized the kilted Best Dwarf. It reminded her that she still had to give Orion and Elena their wedding gift, but that could still wait a little while yet. She rested one hand on her sword hilt as Windy approached, then grinned as she saw him carrying 2 mugs. He set one down and explained that this was the famous ‘Orodben stuff’. She set her mug down, picked the other up and gave it a cautious sniff. Before tasting it she winked at Windy, then took a swig.
It wasn’t as bad as she expected, but it wasn’t necessarily as good either. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the liquid slid down her throat, leaving a warm trail in its wake. She licked her lips and whistled appreciatively.
“Ah, a decent brew indeed. Well Master Dwarf, if it’s a few more of these you’re needing to tell me that tale, then I’ll gladly oblige and fetch the next round, but I do fear for your head in the morning. Why not save yourself the pain and just tell me anyway.”
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Scribe, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Warrior, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and General Nuisance.
~Bard of Renown(with Title), Bards Guild | Second Mate, Mariners Guild | Bunch 'o White Council Awards 2002-2006 ~
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Image is the result of my flagrant misuse of pencil crayons and shameless abuse of Photoshop. My heartfelt apologies to David Cherry for savageing his original work "Bladeswoman".
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erinhue
Warrior/Bard of Belfalas-Illuvatar's Bright Spirit
Alliance: Dol Amroth
Last Visited: 19 Aug 2010
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Location: Just south of Ground Zero
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As the young apprentice bard Natan left the stage it was easy to see that the company had been moved by his emotional rendition. Erinhue watched Narmir square her shoulders and draw a deep breath as though she were going to an execution rather than simply preparing to perform.
From the table Agarak set up an agitated trill of notes. Erinhue nodded slightly. “I know” he responded softly, “ she looks terrified. I know some of the Apprentices are always more nervous than others but …… “ the unfinished thought was drowned in a responding group of chords.
“I know a wedding is supposed to be a solemn occasion,” Erinhue rolled his sea gray eyes skyward, “ but I think the wedding itself had enough pomp for these circumstances.” The next few notes came in a minor chord to signify disagreement. Well of course I wouldn’t expect you to see it my way, Agarak, you usually see things exactly the opposite way. Stylish and sedate is fine but its had its turn. A wedding is also supposed to be fun, and I know just what to do to make sure of that.”
Picking up the dragonharp Erinhue stood up and strode up to the small platform they were using as a stage. He set his fingers to the strings and plucked a familiar few notes. The spirited melody had everyone immediately turn their attention towards him as he launched into the first few verses of the ever changing, ever lengthening tavern song, Morgan’s Joy.
MORGAN'S JOY
Now Morgan had just one true love
But that was not his wife
He loved a brew
Of golden hew
And loved it all his life
Say Morgan was a wealthy man
With ships in every port
And all his due
Went to the brew
His life, his love, his sport
For its ale, ale and by the pail
And that be Moran’s joy
The tavern’s all know Morgan’s name
They raise it up in song
Of how he’ll drink
Right to the brink
And then sleep all day long
When Morgan brings himself to town
You’d better hide the lasses
‘Cause when he’s drunk
Worse than a skunk
He’s bound to make some passes
And it’s ale, ale, and by the pail
For that be Morgan’s Joy.
When Morgan met a pretty girl
He was a love struck gander
She took his heart
Then thought she’d start
To teach him better manners
When Morgan took the girl to wife
She tried to tone him down
She hid his brew
He said “Adieu”
And made his way to town.
For it’s ale, ale, and by the pail
Now that be Morgan’s Joy.
When Morgan came into the bar
His friends were all astounded
He left his bride
To join their side
But why? They were confounded.
“Why Morgan, what could bring ye here?”
His friends wanted to know
“The lass did think
I’d give up drink
For that she had to go”
For its ale, ale and by the pail
And that be Morgan’s Joy.
Mrs Morgan was a clever girl
Not one to take a loss
She’d get her man
Back under hand
And show him who was boss
Mrs Morgan took herself to town
And straight into that tavern
She called for drink
And made them think
Her stomach was a cavern
When Morgan saw the ale go down
He kissed his blushing bride
She loves the brew
As much as you
The tavern goers cried
Well she and Morgan made a bet
To see who was more able
We’ll match our drinks
I’ll win, he thinks
She drank him ‘neath the table
“What Promise” Morgan asked the girl
To mark your winning stride?”
“No more brew
For me or you
Unless we’re side by side”.
Then Morgan turned and shouted out
“She’s sharper than a cleaver
With such an oath
I would be loath
To ever ever leave her.”
And its ale, ale and by the pail
For that be Morgan’s Joy.
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Spirit_of_the_Willow
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 22 Aug 2010
Joined: 08 Nov 2004
Posts: 2563
Location: Utah
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Tasar gazed about the magnificently decorated glade with awe tinged with not a little nervousness. Most of the guests here were friends of the bride and groom. She, as a new Apprentice Bard, was merely here for the Bard’s Festival. However, as she watched the bridal party which ate at the Table of Honor, she wished she had arrived earlier, so she might have enjoyed the wedding. The bride and groom looked so beautiful together, their obvious love for each other alight in their eyes.
She felt a familiar itch in her fingers, and reached for her satchel, but stopped herself in time, reaching instead to tug on her long honey-colored braid. This was not really the time to sit and sketch, although a portrait might make a nice wedding gift. As a new Bard she ought to be attempting to get to know people. After all, was that not her purpose in joining the Guild, so that she could have a place again to belong?
With that in mind she glanced about at those around her, seeing if there was anyone present from her audition, the only people she had yet met. Everyone seemed to be cheerfully talking amongst themselves, all well acquainted, probably old friends. Her expression turned wistful. She had never had close friends really. That was the one bad side effect of her foster father’s devotion.
Several people had been singing and reciting poetry, most of them Apprentices like herself, choosing to advance to Journeyman status while the opportunity presented itself. Unfortunately, she did not see where any of them had gone. It would be nice to have someone who was as unfamiliar with things as she herself was.
Tasar’s attention was drawn back to the stage by a series of notes in the most beautiful harp tones she had ever heard, not that she had that much experience with harps, preferring whistles, recorders and flutes herself. And he launched, with his rich baritone, into the most cheerful song heard yet. She grinned in delight, and laughed aloud as the climax came, and Morgan was tricked into love with his wife.
Then she realized that she had yet to perform her piece. How could she possibly follow Master Erinhue?
“Tasar, are you going to perform?” It was Natan, the young bard who had auditioned just before she had. “You do want to be a Journeyman right?” His blue eyes glittered in excitement, and she bit her lip uncertainly.
“I don’t know . . . you see, the piece I had intended to use does not feel complete just yet, and I don’t know if I can share it,” she explained.
“Well, maybe I can help,” he said brightly.
Tasar hesitated, she really did not feel able to discuss love with him. It was such a tender subject, and he was a man! She had so little experience with love outside what she had shared with Gwaddyn, her foster father. Her love was purely idealistic, and that probably showed in her song. But she did appreciate the thought.
“No, thanks though,” she said, smiling kindly, the gold flecks in her blue eyes catching the sunlight and shining brightly. “I just have to stick it out. After all, I can always change it later right?” She turned towards the stage, calling over her shoulder, “Wish me luck!”
She passed by Erinhue as he dismounted from the stage, ducking her eyes shyly. He chuckled, and rested his hand on her shoulder, saying, “You’ll do fine darlin’, just smile.”
She looked up and met his gaze, whereupon he winked, and obediently she smiled, “Thank you.” “
Greet each day with a smile,
” she recited Gwaddyn’s dying words to herself, to buoy her confidence, and stepped onto the stage, smiling brightly, her heart full of her foster father’s love for her. That love made her song sweeter, as the missing words slipped into place in her mind, her clear voice rang out:
Love, some say, is a sigh.
Love, to someone is hurting.
Love, some say, lets us fly;
I say, Love is a dream.
Love is a fabrication.
Love is misunderstood.
Love, to one is elation;
I say, Love made us good.
Love, say some, is like thunder.
Love, some say, comes from living.
Love, for some, comes with wonder.
I say, Love comes through loving.
Love is knowing another.
Love is a bond through time.
Love is father and mother;
I say, Love will not die.
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luthienelflover
Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it
Alliance: The One Ring
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 07 Mar 2002
Posts: 27672
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((OOC: Spirit_of_the_Willow, forgive me, but you don't seem to be on any of the lists I have.  You mentioned that you're an Apprentice... have you been inducted yet? If not, have you auditioned? It's probably my fault, so do you think you could help me clear it up? luthienvanyelde at comcast dot net... thanks 
Sorry for the interruption everyone))
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And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you
That I’m tired of castles in the air
I’ve got a dream I want the world to share
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Spirit_of_the_Willow
Ranger of the North
Alliance: Rohan
Last Visited: 22 Aug 2010
Joined: 08 Nov 2004
Posts: 2563
Location: Utah
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 5:06 pm |
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((Yes, I did audition, right after Nicasam, and Hue said to come over here and post something. . . so I did . . . did I do wrong?  And no, I'm not inducted yet.))
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