Lithoniel did not like to get into the midst of an argument, but watching the elves and dwarf talk made her think otherwise.

"Watch your tongue..." She scoweled.

Allorien shakes her head at Silmeriel.
"No, they do not know that way. The last one who knew of it was Azog, known as the Great Goblin. He was killed and none remember that spell. I am quite sure it is safe to say there is no danger of that."

(Sauron isn't supposed to be a major issue in this particular rp, it's all about the war between the elves and the dwarves.)

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"Master Borum, do you know of the War of the Ring? I'm sure you do. Do you know how long ago that was? Many, many ages. To me, that is the blink of an eye. I know far more than you realize, even if the knowledge is unwanted." Silmeriel replied. "And as for your reminder, I thank you, Allorien. I allowed my fears to get the better of me."

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"You elves are truly messed up...talking about black magic and all kinda weird stuff..." Borum could hear the dwarwes soon to arrive too close to Rivendel then he bowed.

"You must excuse me, but i`ll take my leave now because my bretheren are getting close and worried.." He took steps back trying still to slipper out of this hole mess.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Lithoniel stood up quickly, anger in her eyes. Without a word she stepped in front of Borum, cutting him off.

borum`s way was cut, that did it. He had been insulted enough, he was disgraced, he was made angry and finally his freedom was taken by some know it all pointy eared elves!

Borum takes an angry face "That just does it! You elves have trully no clue of what your talking about! Then you mock me, tie me and dare to blackmail me! I`m leaving you tree lovers to your own peace!"

Borum looked furiously at the elf in his face ready to smash his face with his head and bite one of those pointy ears off.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Alrik had finaly reached Rivendell. He looked around at the buildings and thought little of it when compared to the buildings of the dwarves.
He continued on across a small bridge. He stopped in a courtyard and looked around.
"Hello?!"

Allorien nods to Lintapaire. He growls and runs out to Alrik. Before Alrik can react, Lintapaire picks Alriek up in his mouth, gently so as not to hurt him and brings him back to the clearing. Lintapaire sets him gently on his feet next to Borum.
"Master dwarf "Allorien begins coldly. "I believe you are making an unwise decision to believe that we are going to let you simply walk out of here. Stay where you are or you will be placed in a sack."

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Borum was expecting a dwarf, but this one cause this one was not part of his group. This had to be that one who was ordered here and Borum looked at the warg for a while then at the elves spitting on the ground.

"bah..fine...you got me convinced..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"You will not leave until we allow it, so you should sit and make yourself comfortable." Her face cold and distant as she watched another dwarf join Borum.

Allorien nods at Alrik.
"Another one of your miners?" She questions Borum.

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"No he isn`t...he does not wear the bronzefist symbols..." borum said and looked at the Dwarf.

"He is here to talk with Elrond I think...or at least with you elves...."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Allorien looks at Alrik.
"Well?"

(I have to leave for a bit)

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Alrik took a fighting stance, his axe in both hands.
"What kind of welcome is this?! I come here in good will and I am attacked!"
He spat on the floor and looked furiously at the elf who picked him up.

Borum was sure, that now they were going to get killed. Borum grabbed the Alrik from his hand and looked him in the eyes.

"Lower your axe! These elves don`t take threats believe me...and this welcome is because of me...were having a small fight about some mithril we bronzefists dugg up from the elves area...now they want me to take it back from the orcs, that ambushed mt expedition and give the mithril to them...what a waste of profits..."

Borum tried to ease this dwarf knowing, that soon his people would be here.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

He looked at his kinsmen and understood the loss suffered.
"Aye i will lower my axe when they become more welcoming!"
He lowered his axe slightly.