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Post subject:  Posted: September 14th, 2008, 2:06 pm |
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(Let's start!)
Tulmind held his ear and faked a sharp stinging pain. But he knew she wasn't buying it and he dropped the the facade with a laugh. There was nothing better in all the realms the could make Tulmind laugh then an encouter with Deawen. He pulled up his previous chair beside her and sat. "It is nothing," he replied somberly. Then looking at her once more she wore a perplexed looked, obviously not buying that either. He stared at the short red headed woman for a long while before responding, "It is everthing... how can you not feel depressed? This is the last stand we have against Sauron, he has us in a corner Deawen! How can I rest here as what was once good in Middle-Earth burns? I can not... if they would permit me to leave I would already be there fighting him now. I can not take this pressure any longer, knowing that there is no way we could possibly acheive victory." He stared at her blues eyes for some answer from her. And he knew there probably was none she could give that would console him but he still hoped that she could pull somthing out of her witty mind.
(Oh and you don't have to be in Rivendell. You could be just arriving or something.)
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Post subject: Posted: September 14th, 2008, 7:27 pm |
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Maethoriel pushed the dappled grey horse forward. Her face was set, her mouth pressed in a stern line. She had spent too long on the other side of the wall, it had been close this time, she had almost been found out. The half-elf let out a long sigh.
She reigned in her mount and dismounted quickly. Maethoriel handed the tired horse off to the nearest stable hand, "Take care of him," she growled before stalking off towards the entrance of Rivendell.
The woman was in less than good condition, her hair was caked in blood (mostly belonging to others), she hadn't even taken time to change into a decent set of clothing. She did, however, manage to throw on a long cloak and her gloves. Most of those that took refuge in Rivendell did not trust her. It was understandable as she was not trustworthy.
She mounted the stairs two at a time intent on finding someone of worth to share information with.
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2008, 3:02 pm |
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Deawen's smile faded slightly but she smiled again after a moment. " A terrible fire may burn a mighty forest but the forest will grow back in time." Deawen said slowly as if she read it from an unseen book.
" I do not grow depressed because some one has to stay light hearted." she said her voice soft and full of humor. "your time to fight will come.." she paused unsure of how to continue.
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2008, 4:25 pm |
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Tulmind rubbed her shoulder in appreciation, "I suppose so but I would prefer if the forest would not have been burnt in the first place." He shifted and moved to stand, "I will make sure that you are not the only one who is light hearted." He stood completly and reached for his bow and quiver and almost strapped them on but forced himself to rember that they were indeed safe. So with a sigh he set them back down. "Let's go find somthing to do." At that moment he saw a particularly angry elf storm into Rivendell. Twisting his head in a questioning stare he began to head that way.
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2008, 7:24 pm |
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Deawen shrugged and stood with him. She saw the Elf storm up the stairs and followed Tulmind quietly.
Deawen had seen victims of battle before, and she was able to stomach the gore she saw but she had never really been in battle. Her Older brother forbade her to fight unless the need was dire. THe appearance of this particular elf made Deawen uneasy. She masked her uneasiness with meekness, she dropped her head letting her gaze follow.
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2008, 10:26 pm |
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Durion stumbled down the rocky terrain, trying to find his own footing. Slowly he made his way down the precarious slope. He was a refugee, an escaped prisoner of Sauron. He was gaunt and weak, but the urge to find freedom drove him on. Already he had almost crossed the Misty Mountains. Then hope sprang into his heart when he caught a glance in the distance. 'Rivendell" He murmured to himseld. Joy overwhelled him. How long had it been since he had last been to Rivendell? Many lives of men, to be sure. The city was far in the distance. Durion glanced at the sun, his guide. He could make it there before sundown, and hopefully find refuge on this last great city.
Durion was even weaker and trembling by the time he reached the gate of Rivendell. He had pushed himself so hard that he could feel his deprived body giving up. "Please, I am an escaped prisoner or Sauron" He whispered to the gaurds. "Let me enter and find refuge." The gaurds took one look at him and opened the gate.
"Do you need to be escorted?" One of the gaurds asked. "You don't look like you can walk on your own."
Durion shook his head. "I am well enough." But as he took another step forward he knew he was wrong. his leg buckled underneath him, and he fell to the ground. Blackness clouded his eyes as he slipped away into unconsciousness.
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Post subject: Posted: September 15th, 2008, 10:54 pm |
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Tulmind began to follow the particularly angry elf but stopped and turned when he noticed commotion at the front gate. He squinted to get a better view and saw a road-battered elf fall into the arms of the gaurds. Tulmind moved to help but then saw two shapes come up from behind the trio. A pair of orcs is what he knew them to be but after his mental scolding he double checked. Indeed they were orcs but that double check had cost him time, and it was time he did not have to run and grab his bow. Uncertain as of what to do he hesitated. But that only made his choice clearer as the orcs closed in. Tulmind broke out into a head on sprint. He didn't bother with any of the other elves shedding awkward stares his way, but kept on heading for the orcs. Tulmind! he mentally scolded,Why would you go anywhere without any wepons to speak of! He did have one advantage as he charged onward, they had likely tracked the elf and were probably the only ones hardy enough to have survived the trip. No matter how hardy they were though, they looked severly out of breath. Tulmind pushed himself harder, however he knew he would not make it in time. He had only one option remaining.
Screaming at the orcs he kept up his run, the orc on the left began to raise it's sword over it's head... and a flying, black-clad, and very angry elf slammed into it. Tulmind accepted the light blow on the back as the sword flew out of it's hands. It had no engery left to struggle with Tulmind and it gasped for air which he had clearly knocked out of it's lungs in the tackle. Picking up the orcish sword the second orc went in for a quick kill fearing the elf would be on him as well in a second, but as the blade began to cut into the unconcious elf's back a flying sword lodged itself into his hip. The orc howled in pain and hobbled backward from both elves but Tulmind walked forward. It stabbed with watever engery it had left into Tulmind's heart, but the orc had to blink his eyes for it missed the movement which so quickly had slapped the blade aside. Tulmind had no wepon to attack the defensless orc so he began to beat the orc's face with his fists and open palms, cuasing his knuckles and hands to bruise and bleed on the orcs many decorative piercings. He kept up the assult until it could eventually go no further backward, pinned back to the side of the bridge. But as it neared a blackout it dropped it's sword. Tulmind grabbed the sword before it hit the ground and with a quick downward slash, he split the orcs skull. But unfortunatly it stuck there. And as the second orc approached from behind he didn't have the time to fool with it so he turned to see the first orc trying Tulminds tactic, a tackle. But unfortunatly for him, his tired and sloppy movements gave away his plan before he wanted Tulmind to realize. Tulmind crouched, put his right leg out straight, kept his left leg bent below him and pivoted halfway so that he was now beside the orc in the same position and grabbed the airbourne orc and heaved him over the edge. Shrieking and clawing at the air it fell to the rocks in the water below.
Tulmind panted for breath and looked back to see the gaurds already at the healing chambers with the ragged elf.
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2008, 7:30 am |
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Deawen noticed Tulmind suddenly shifter attention she followed his gaze once again and fear clutched her heart. He sprinted before she could even utter a word.
Deawen normally carried a knife with her at all times but she was too far away and far too slow to help Tulmind in time. She dashed after him, and she grew worried when he passed beyond her sight.
By the time she reached Tulmind he had already killed both orcs. Deawen nearly collasped with relief, she was slightly winded from her exertions but more from fear. She leaned against the gate archway for a moment letting the adrenaline(sp) wear down. She opened her eyes and frowned " Tulmind, you are wounded." she said moving away from the arch towards him. She reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from the small but deep cut on his eyebrow.
" I think I better help the Elf who is worse condition." she smiled slighty
" But lets get that tended to first."
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2008, 4:38 pm |
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2008, 5:52 pm |
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Sirenarmo threw the cowl of his cloak from around his face, exposing an ugly scar marring his face. He kicked an orc corpse into the water scowling. So they have come even here, he thought. The Elf stepped into Rivendell, ignoring horrified glances from onlookers. He had news for the Lord. His position had been overrun, and Sauron posessed Mount Gunabad. Soon, he would posess Angmar, and the Free Peoples would be attacked from two sides. He shouldered past an Elf and stepped into a courtyard, cursing under his breath and taking a seat. He needed to regain control if he was to be presentable at the Council. Drawing his dagger, he hurledd it into the earth, and gripped his head with both hands, looking skyward. It was then that he heard footsteps, and a furious looking Elf woman came into view.
(The Ellith is Maethoriel))
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2008, 8:20 pm |
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(you realize i'm not in the hall of fire? I'm in my own house there. And If you want to say somthing like Mount Gunbad fell, then I would save it for our council that we will have later on. but you can come in and talk to someone else for right now like Maethoriel or I.)
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Post subject: Posted: September 16th, 2008, 9:20 pm |
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Deawen needed no instruction from Tulmind on finding her way around his home. She found all she needed though she discovered he was lacking a few herbs she knew her skill was enough.
She poured water from the wash stand and brought the bowl to her working space. She made Tulmind sit down so that she could reach the wound with ease. Even when sitting Tulmind was taller than she. Deawen laughed suddenly at the comical scene they must make.
She cleansed the wound carefully with a clean cloth, she laughed when he winced " Stop being such a yearling" she chided as she spread the salve on the wound. " By Orome if you don't stop your fidigiting I'll cuff your ear. And don't you dare tickle me!" she warned.
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Post subject: Posted: September 17th, 2008, 3:24 pm |
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((I realized that. I was talking to another Elf, And, OK, I'll edit and save it for the Council.))
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Post subject: Posted: September 17th, 2008, 3:44 pm |
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The half-elf looked up, from the ground and snarled at the man that stood in her way, the white scar on the left side of her face and the three marks of a warg's claw on her riht cheek stood out on her darkened skin. Her eyes flashed dangerously despite the fact that she realized everyone in Rivendell was an ally. The rush of mistrust, anger and annoyance was ingrained into her very being and came out in a growled word in the black speech.
The woman blinked and visibly shook off the anger, her fists clenching together and releasing as she gathered herself into a straighter position. "Where is Olorin?" She questioned, the wizard's name was spat as if it was the source of her anger (perhaps he was).
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Post subject: Posted: September 17th, 2008, 3:56 pm |
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Sirenarmo's eyes flared. This woman was not helping his temper. "I know not." he snarled back. "He shall be at the council tonight, or perhaps the old fool has been killed or has sailed back to his master."
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Post subject: Posted: September 17th, 2008, 5:30 pm |
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Her lip curled up unhappily and she responded, "If it is either of the two then I should guess the former. He was never one to know when to stop." She pulled visciously at a strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes. "Bloody 'ell. Never here when he could be of use," she mused under her breath. "Is there no one to share information with?" Her voice raised in anger at this statement, shouting it at no one imparticular.
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