Rowen nodded in response to Radiel. Then, turning, she began to examine the hall for signs of her companions.
It was not long before she saw Alyan. He had just been approached by Arinae, who was evidently done sparring. Rowen nudged Radiel and Amoniel and set off towards the two. Upon reaching them, she spoke up immediately.
"If I may interrupt...Rinkemen wishes to leave soon, and if you would like to accompany us, I am to tell you that you may." She blushed slightly. "I would, of course, understand if you chose to remain, as I haven't proven myself to be the most enjoyable of travelling companions." Then, regaining her composure, "...but I would gladly accept the opportunity to make amends."

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I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

Rinkemen finished packing and stood striaght rubbing his aching back. He sighed heavily.
"I really shouldn't be doing this...."
He threw his bag over his back and walked out to a setting sun. He gave a small smile at the sight.
"Value this day Rinkemen," He said to himself, "soon you won't have time to value it."
The aged man walked back up to the Golden Hall seeing Radiel.
"Come on, we have to get to the stables. I'll give ten minutes to get everyone ready."
He walked past her and went to the stables where he prepared a horse for himself.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(*sigh*...bump.)

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

[Eagle flies by and dumps a neatly rolled scroll. You take the scroll, tug it slightly and it straightens itself somewhat. Upon taking a closer look, you read the scroll. It says:]

HI GUYS!

Alright, exams are ALMOST over. By saying that, means that I have three exams left. A lot, yeah, but they're not stretching over a very long time. This upcoming week through monday the week after will be über busy, and I'm positive I'll have no time to get on to post, so I won't make any promises. However, after monday, that is, in a week, I'm completely done, and ready for a great come-back for the RPG. Of course, I'll have to go on vacation in the beginning of july, and be back around july twentieth. Not sure, but that's the basic thought.
Anyhow. Just a quick note.

Much love,
Mire

PS: So the scroll part was a bit dull, but heck, I'm in a weird mood.

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^/^^ Thanks to tulk.

(Time to move along...)

Rinkemen and Eomer, joined with the rest of the group. His horse was grand indeed and the horse provided for the others were of excelent breed too.
"We ride for Minas Tirith! Ride swift!" Eomer cried.
The fellowship rode out of the gates and galloped east toward the white city.
The journey was swift indeed, the horses of Rohan managed to reach Minas Tirith in three nights. The great gates swung open and a small group of guards awaited their arival.
"Hail King Eomer of Rohan! The king awaits!" The captain said, whilest bowing.
The group stayed mounted as they were lead through the quiet streets. They were more quiet then usual and now and again Rinkemen noticed a soldier's face. They were different, worried and anxious. What could have happened in the days gone past? They were lead up to the very top level where their horses were taken away. Even up on the higest level the worried faces were stuck on the guards features. Rinkemen turned to Radiel.
"Something has happened..." He whispered.
The night's sky shone with stars and the white tree gleemed in the courtyard of stone. Rinkemen's heart filled with pride for a moment as the doors to the great hall opened and the king of Gondor walked out, flanked either side by a royal guardsman, as was Eomer as he approached his old friend.
They took each other's hand and embraced each other with a smile.
"Aragorn, we should meet on better terms."
The king of Gondor smiled and nodded.
"Indeed Eomer, come I have a table ready with food and drink for you and your followers."
Rinkemen stayed still as the two kings strode inside. Aragorn turned and patted Eomer on the shoulder.
"One moment my lord."
He walked to Rinkemen who bowed with instinct.
"Rinkemen, you and your friends are welcome at my table. Please, come, eat and relax, you've had a long journey."
Rinkemen was suprised to say the least and followed his king into the great hall. There was a great long table laid out with various fine foods and wine. At the head of the table were five servants, standing to attention awaiting to tend to any wish. Also at the head were three chairs, the middle was large and decrotive, to it's left was a similar white chair that was slightly smaller, and the right was a darkened brown chair engraved with galloping horses. Aragorn took the chair in the middle and Eomer sat on his right. Everyone else took a seat, Rinkemen sat somewhere in the middle and forced Radiel to sit next to him.
"Just be poliet and eat with your mouth shut." He whispered as everyone began eating.

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(*is shoved ahead* *blink blink* Drastic.....)

Arinae hesitate, for never had she been in such royal company, save for a few high elves, and it was only because she remembered what she had been taught by them that she was able to hold her composure properly and respectfully at the table, though she did not eat much, not exactly having an appetite. Glancing down, she noticed her travel clothes were not quite what she would have wished to dine in, and the wear of her hair and dirtied appearance of her face caused her to look more like a young lad of Rohan than a lady. Nonetheless, her thoughts were more with the reasoning of why they were there, and how serious this "threat" was. In all her young years she could not even begin to imagine the peace of the lands being disturbed, though the elves had often warned that it would not last for long and it never had before.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Mind if I join? - Watches - )

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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

(Sorry, i just had to get it moving)

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Rowen was jostled along, thouroughly confused. She'd expected to be sent immediately to her parents- and as much as she missed them, she had not been looking forward to that moment- and here she was at the King's table! Finding herself one of the last people standing, she deposited herself awkwardly in the seat nearest her, which was, regrettably, far away from Radiel. She stared at her friend, hoping to catch her attention, but to no avail. Sliding as far down into her seat as she felt was polite, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, she accepted her fate and settled down for an uncomfortable dinner.

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

OOC: So.. We're getting this back up. At last.

Radiel was no less surprised than her friend. Suddenly she was surrounded by familiar sights and none of this was really to her liking. She kept a very low profile as she was positioned at the table, sitting next to Rinkemen. In fact, the King himself had not even noticed her yet and in truth, she hoped it would stay that way. For as long as possible, at the very least.
Radiel attended the food present with a slow pace. She was hungry and everything was indeed delicious, but she could not keep herself from musing over all the things that had occured, not to mention the things that might just happen. Thoughts flowed through her mind and it all ended the same place. Her dream. It had been a while since she had actually thought about it and so it darkened her mood further.
She quickly snapped her attention back, though, as she found herself just gazing at the food in front of her. She turned to Rinkemen and spoke in low, almost inaudible mumble:
“They are going to lock me up forever and never, ever let me out.” Exaggeratingly referring to her parents, she nibbled to a small piece of bread.

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Slowly watching all the others eating and drinking and talking in low voices. If not for the clinking of metal cutlery it would seem silent. He turned to Radiel, slowly sipping a goblet of wine.
"I don't know about that... With things moving so quickly I do not know if you would get a chance to see them, you're part of the group now." He gave a small smile and turned back to his plate.
The faces of the guards he saw had him concerned greatly. Why would soldiers have so much fear in their eyes? He glanced over at Aragorn and Eomer at the head of the table, they talked the most quiet, but it did not seem to be business.
Eventually the food was eaten. The plates taken away by several servants and more wine produced. All heads now looked at the two kings. They were still talking, oblivious to the faces of the guests. Rinkemen coughed and spoke first.
"Forgive me sire, but might I ask a question?"
Aragorn sat back in his chair and looked at the old warrior with an understanding face.
"You may Rinkemen."
Rinkemen gulped, he was nervous addressing his king in such an inquisitive way.
"My lord I wish to know what has happened since we left for Lord Eomer? I noticed worried looks all around, what has happened."
Aragorn sunk into his seat at the mention of the events. Eomer seemed very interested and turned his body to the king. The rest all listened intently.
"The banner of Sauron was spotted entering Harondor, Southern Gondor. A small force has been burning and pillaging the land, each village and town they come across has been destroyed, so many people killed." He sighed heavily. "A crow flew into my study not more then two days ago with a note. It was from a ranger, who I fear is now dead as he wrote as the Haradrim attacked. He spoke of a force over two thousand, all carrying a banner or mark of Sauron."
Eomer's eyes widened in disbelief.
"But I saw him fall! I was there with you! How can he return?!"
Aragorn shook his head. He had invisioned a peacefull ruling but now his enemy had somehow come back to haunt him. "I do not know my old friend, I do know that we must act now before the situation worsens."

The room fell silent as the information was taken in and processed. Rinkemen could hardly believe it, they had begun to attack.

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Ah, don't mean to intrude, but is it alright if I join? I posted my character on the new characters page.

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Arinae listened with clenched jaw, feeling rather misplaced among the royal table, save for her King sitting nearer to the head, and her old friend across from her. However, the subject at hand was now most interesting to her, and the mention of Sauron caused her to take in a sharp breath. The elves had spoken of him to her, of the various tales and his fall, but what now was this threat, and was it truly he himself? She listened intently, waiting with baited breath for what might be said next.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Rowen was shocked by the King's news. Pale faced, she tried again to catch Radiel's eye.
The Eye? The banner of Sauron? She knew this was impossible...already her quick mind was attempting to account for the discrepancy. Either some of his followers have rebanded, or someone is trying to scare us, or... But one small thought at the back of her mind would not go away, as often as she tried to force it with logic. Could he be back?
The children of Gondor had heard the story of the War of the Ring time and time again. It was recited by tutors and parents alike. To add to that, Rowen had digested many of the scrolls in the city archives, and she knew some things that her parents had not told her.
She waited for the men to speak again. The silence in the room was oppressive.

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I am a Shieldmaiden for Christ!

I was Nienor before Nienor was cool. *nods coolly*
Kudos to Kitoky for the fabulous signature set, and art credit to engelszorn.
Who wants to join me in bringing back the lady?

[s]Eona was worried. Her brother had disappeared. She quickly packed some things into a bag. Then Eona slipped out into the courtyard and into the stables. She grabbed her sword and saddled her horse. She rode long and hard for a while. She finally made it to Minas Tirith. She quickly changed and went to the feast.[/s]

(Edited by Miremiel)

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*Lady Eona of Rohan*
~Twin of Eoal of Rohan~
*~Daughter of Eowyn of Rohan~*
~*Friend of Arwen of Gondor*~

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