All who are interested in exploring an area of Middle-Earth which Tolkien doesn't mention, come and join us here!
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HEREAnd if you haven't joined in yet, just figure out a way you suddenly are transported from your usual life into Middle-Earth, either joining with the other RPGers group in the story right away, or making your way to them.
What follows is the quest:
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As the last glimmer of sunlight fades from the western sky, a low, clear bell sounds summoning all to the council. The Elven musicians continue to play. In the council chamber the sound of singing and laughter can be heard faintly, creating a pleasant atmosphere.
Lord Elrond, however, as kind as summer though he may be, does not wear such a pleasant expression on his face. As the adventurers come into the chamber and are direct to their seats, they notice a shadow crossing his face, which seems to deepen as time wears on.
"Look at the Eyebrowlord!" One adventurer comments.
"You have my sword, Sir," another young man says as he enters the chamber and bows to Elrond.
Elrond, however, simply nods at him, seemingly preoccupied.
Finally, when all the Elven lords, the adventurers' guides, and all but one of the adventurers is seated, a tall blond elf, seated next to Elrond, stands.
Glorfindel: "Strangers and guests in the house of the Lord Elrond, friends from distant lands, and my lords, you have been summoned here by the will of the Lord Elrond. There have been strange rumors whispered abroad, whispers of a nameless fear, of a threat so great that it would destroy Middle-Earth as we know it."
He pauses, apparently for effect. Then suddenly he begins to speak again, seemingly endlessly...a monologue, if truth must be told. Some of his audience seems to fade, others start to talk among themselves.
A couple of the adventurers manage to catch on to the fact that in the midst of all these rumors, people---they, themselves!---suddenly began appearing out of nowhere, all over Middle-Earth, and all...
Elrohir (Elrond's son!): Unfortunately for you, the evidence only points towards you. Just as the news is noised abroad that the powers in the East are stirring, YOU appear. Are you spies?
Suddenly a voice rings out, sounding rather familiar to the adventurers.
"The world has changed, Lord Elrond. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. "
Lord Elrond the Eyebrowlord sighs, and looks grimly at everyone. "Your coming to us is as the footsteps of doom!" he tells the adventurers. "This world once belonged to all the free peoples, but our time is almost over. Yet something stirs in the East, but what it may be we do not know."
The disembodied voice of Galadriel grows and fills the chamber. "We preceive you are not spies, yet have no knowledge of why you have been brought from some other place in this, the hour of need. Will you leave us and the men of Westerness to their fates, and let us stand alone?"
Elrohir stands and begins chanting in a low voice:
Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.
From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.
But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore.
Some of Amroth's and Nimrodel's decendants are said to have married into the noble family of Dol Amroth in Southernmost Gondor. This may be so, but we also suspect that the two did come together and journeyed further East, beyond the borders of the Black Lands, past the edges of all charted lands. In time they may have met up with some of the survivors of the wreckage of Numenor, of which three groups were believed to have survived, and only two are known to us in Middle-Earth: the Dunedain of the North and South (Gondorians), and the Haradrim of the far South. The third convoy of ships sailed southwards, and in time we suspect may even have reached the far eastern shores of Middle-Earth, which few even of the Elven lords have heard of, even in myths.
Of late, strange birds and other potents, the like of which has never been seen, have flown here from the East, bearing parchment upon their legs with only one word written in the long forgotten Audnaic: Numenor."
Elrohir sits down ("At last!" whispers one person) and shuts up.
Galadriel: A shadow and a threat has been growing in our minds.
Elrond: We must unite or we will fall. If you are not spies of these phantoms, prove it to us by leading an expedition into the far reaches of the East to find out the truth.
*silence fills the room, as the adventurers look at each other, remembering this is an uncarted and unexplored region.*
The Lord Elrond stands. Everyone else rises, and Elrohir invites all adventurers to please follow him as they have a long journey to prepare for, etc. The adventurers depart, leaving some elves, Boromir, some dwarves, Gandalf, and Frodo taking their seats. As they left, Elrond began to speak:
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you were summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor....we must unite or we must fall..."
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All right, you know the idea now. Enjoy.
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