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Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Gulf of Lune td text text text text text text text td td Nair A hunter would certainly be of good use to them. They were often well versed in roads and routes, as well as the less traveled paths. And that would certainly come in handy. It was fortunate indeed. Nair followed Gilraen to the map that Elvon had set out and been studying a few moments ago. She smiled as her gaze touched on the two realms she had called home. Rivendell and Mirkwood, renamed Eryn Lasgalen once it had been cleansed of the evil that lurked there. She sent up a quiet prayer that the evil did not try to reclaim her beautiful home, and that Rivendell remained a safe haven for those that had chosen to remain. The only thing that would really save them was the success of the mission Elvon had proposed. The more people they could gather the better. It was good to hear Gilraens enthusiasm. Nair looked up from the map, the small smile still playing about her lips. We are glad of your help. As well as your enthusiasm. It will be needed in the days to comeit will also be good to have another warrior in our midst. I fear that I will be little use in that area as my talents lay in healing. Nair knew her skills were equally as important. But having another fighter amongst them made her feel more at ease. Though, despite knowing the time would come, she hoped neither skills would be needed. But that was woefully optimistic, she knew better. She had grown up in Mirkwood after all. The same evil that had pervaded her home now ran rampant through Arda once more. td td text text text text text text text td
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Moira Brandybuck The Shire - Brandywine Bridge It was rare for Moira to have to look up at someone but she found it a somewhat pleasant experience. Though she had come of age, she really hadn't had much interest in the boys of the Shire, finding them somewhat lacking in energy and enthusiasm. The soft life of the Shire did not seem to hone the male features in a way that attracted the young shepherdess hobbit. She tried not to stare, though found herself drinking in every detail of the dwarf's formidable features. She had the advantage of the torch light behind her and her eyes sparkled in reflection of the light shimmering off of the fine chain mail beneath his cloak. As they approached the defending hobbits they did not immediately move to let them pass, each one looking uncertainly towards each other and their leader. A stern look from Moira though and the last of their courage seemed to fade as they all new Moira's temper in one way or another. As hobbits went, she could be kind of high strung. I will escort our new friend to the inn and then I am sure he will want to meet The Thane. She told them, not bothering to ask the proper permission of the Sherrif. Somehow after seeing this glorious dwarf, her own kind seemed somewhat...diminished in her eyes. Moira wasn't sure why but she was disappointed in his rejection of the offered food. She had considered feeding the other hobbits almost an indignity, but somehow she felt much more domestic in the presence of the solitary dwarf. Of course it wasn't like this was her cooking or anything, she had only delivered it. I'm afraid you still have a bit of a walk before you can taste our beer but we should be there by nightf... She laughed uneasily as she looked at the sky. I guess we still try to think of time in its rightful place. She turned to him and for the first time the light shown on her face. Green eyes showed just a hint of the fear she felt at the perpetual darkness over the land. She had a fair yet simple face, not a radiant beauty like an elf, but a homey domestic sort that might make one think of warm fires and warmer beds. Her fear melted into a joyous pride when he mentioned her famous fore-bearer. A smile spread across her face as she replied. I am and please, my friends call me Brandy and we are not so formal here in the Shire to consider ourselves lords and ladies. Again she found herself throwing her shoulders back and smoothing her skirt. One of the guard gave a small snicker and her pleasant eyes squinted at him as if in warning before she turned back to her guest her smile returning as quickly as it faded. She began to pack up the remains of their dinner, somewhat ignoring the protests of those who were not quite done. Quickly and efficiently she had Tom packed and led him by his reigns. If you are ready? She asked, eager to be off and away from the pestering of her fellow hobbits.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Thromi Shortbeard The Shire Brandywine Bridge A soft smile spread over his lips at the authority the young hobbit female portrayed, eyeballing the other halflings into silent submission at her decision to welcome the dwarf. Here was someone not afraid of the uncertain and mysterious, as most would present their sticks or stones to drive any stranger away in these dark times. He shared her laugh over the misjudgement of what time it may be. Who could really tell, unless they were more attuned to the wind and passage of stars rather than the sun and moon. Ive been walking for days- nights really. He said, correcting himself. A little while longer will be of little concern. I can endure a little bit more, especially with such lovely company. He flashed her a smile and his own eyes twinkled with glee, for not only having some company for the road but attractive, well humoured company for the road. Brandy. Suitable. Soft like the gentle waves of the river and yet hiding a deep strength veiled by modesty. Thromi remarked with a charming smile, not catching the snicker another gave at the praise he gave over her ancestor. I will not apologize for the formality. You may not think so but you certainly do have the bearing and manners of a lady. Yes, let us be off. The call of a cold drink beckons. It wasnt long to the bridge inn, a single storey building since most halflings preferred their quarters and rooms beneath ground rather than above as men might. The place wasnt very busy. There wasnt much to be cheerful for in the perpetual darkness and only a few brooding patrons were in attendance, keeping to themselves. The fire was burning brightly though and Thromi dumped his packs near a table close to the hearth and spent a minute warming his hands, rubbing them together and sometimes rubbing his jaw, as if to spread the heat. Fire and warmth had a lot more value now, since there was never any sun now that would rise up and bathe the land in light and heat. Fire seemed the only source left for that. I have coin for the drink. Thromi would quickly say. Indulge me this honour of buying the first few rounds. The least I can do for your hospitality. And in turn, you may give me news. How fares the Shire in regards to the darkness? Some lands have fallen into total anarchy but I see some order and centralized authority still exists here. He inquired, taking his seat with both hands around his foamy topped mug. With the sun, crops have been failing and famine seem to have taken hold right across many lands. Hunger has a way of driving folk to despair and madness. He grinned after a long sip of the cold drink, feeling the aftertaste in his throat. In a land that loves food and meal times as this, I must say I am very surprised there is still order here.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

All right. Well, I have my stuff with me, and I don't own anything else, so...I'll be ready to go whenever you are. Raen stated, gesturing to the pack on her back. Danger has...well, I don't like it, but I think danger is always around you, even if you're at home and think you're safe. So I think that going headfirst and confronting that which poses a threat - all the while hopefully eliminating it - is the best way of living. So don't worry, sir. I'll follow your - our - journey through to the end. She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. A dangerous journey? Suited her just fine. Elerondiel listened intently to the Ranger's tale, as she much enjoyed stories, and hearing how he acquired the cool sword at his waist was a particularly riveting one. She was unaware of how much time had passed until she saw the city coming into sight. Wow...that's quite the tale, Randir. Elerondiel smiled at her friend. I'm afraid that I have nothing quite as exciting to tell - my bow and arrows are from the armory in Rivendell, but I suppose my sword...well, that's an heirloom of my grandfather. Well, my aunt told me that it was originally wielded by my grandfather's grandmother. My aunt gave it to me when I came of age, saying that since I had no brothers to protect me, I should learn to protect myself. Elerondiel withdrew the sword from its sheath, something she'd never done around Randir before. In the halls of Rivendell, where things were quiet and fairly peaceful, she had had no need. There was a phrase engraved into the blade, in Sindarin Tengwar runes. It read Aen estar Hadhafang i chathol hen, thand arod dan i thang an i arwen. It says 'Aen estar Hadhafang i chathol hen, thand arod dan i thang an i arwen', which translates into 'This blade is called Hadhafang, a noble defense against the enemy throng for a noble lady'. Elerondiel explained, despite not knowing if Randir could read the letters or not. My aunt was a kind woman, and I looked up to her immensely. When she died, I stopped talking about her as much. Eventually, I didn't bring her up at all. Elerondiel shrugged away the tears she was hiding, and forced another bright smile onto her face. But perhaps my kinship with the deceased Queen of the Reunited Kingdoms is something best discussed around a warm hearth, with something warm to drink, hm?
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

td text text text text text text text td td Nair Gulf of Lune The sharp look in Nairs eyes, and the set of her jaw spoke of her determination to continue on, despite Elvons reminder of the danger. The moment he had told her of his task, she knew, even if it cost her life in the end, that she was meant to be a part of it. It was much like her call to heal. And while the prospect of wandering into a den of orcs and goblins wasnt one she was keen on, neither was she frightened enough to abandon the task at hand. She had grown up in the forests of Mirkwood, for a long time it had been her reality. She was just as eager to begin moving. She gathered her bag from beneath a tree and secured the straps about her shoulders. It was heavy with supplies, mostly the things that she may need to treat injuries that would not be easy to find on the road or in the wild. And food. Enough to last some time if they rationed it wisely. There is little that could change my mind on this journey. She reassured Elvon as she came to stand beside him and Raen. Her tone of voice was quiet and earnest, though it turned wistful when she spoke again in an effort to lighten the somber mood and I must admit that I am excited to see the shire, even in these dire times. A small smile flitted across her lips. She had never a met a hobbit but she had heard a great deal about them. Altriel Aldburg It always surprised Altriel how busy the inn was when she would venture forth from her room. Everything felt so gloomy these days, with the sun gone, and her father gone. But she supposed life had to continue. She took up her usual seat in front of the fire, and sat undisturbed for some time before a server tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled and held out a mug. For you miss. She said pushing the cup into her hand. But I didnt or- Tis from the man and his companion, oer there. She said cheerfully, pointing to a table not to far from the young woman. And then the server was gone before she could say anything else, or ask to send her thanks back to them. She turned back to the fire for a moment, and took a sip of the mead. It was good, and much needed. Though a large part of her didnt wish to socialize she felt it would be rude not to say anything at all. She made her way through the bustle of people, muttering an excuse me here and there. Hello. She said in greeting when she reached their table, a faint smile touching her lips, though not quite reaching her eyes. I wanted to thank you for the mead, it was kind of you to send. She looked at both the man and the woman. It took her a moment to realize that the woman was an elf, and when she did her eyes widened and she whispered an awed oh... td td text text text text text text text td
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Raen enjoyed the trip to the Shire - even in the darkness, her feet could pick out the trail that had originally brought her to the Grey Havens. She was a dark, lithe figure in the darkness, who preferred to travel by starlight than torchlight. Torchlight could attract unwanted attention from the things that lurked in the darkness, and her eyes were just as good as any Elves' - or at least, that's what her pa had always told her. The journey was tiring, but she never lessened her pace. She couldn't let the Elves outshine her human stamina, after all! The thrill of adventure and danger pumped through her veins, giving her the adrenaline to keep going, even when she would feel tired. As they entered the Shire and the tavern, Raen looked around the cozy room. It was a little small, but it reminded her a bit of the taverns back home in Gondor. She smiled at the dwarf when her eyes crossed over him in the crowd of people. She approached him and took a seat near him at another table. Hail and well met, ser dwarf. Raen greeted him cheerfully. How fare you on this day? Well, aside from the darkness and impending doom we're all about to experience. As nice as the Elves had been on the road, it was nice to see a face that wasn't an Elf. My name's Gilraen Bereniel, but my friends call me Raen. Elerondiel spoke with Randir in hushed whispers about her childhood, about her friends in Minas Tirith, and her tenuous relationship with her royal cousins. They were nice enough, but they had a lot of money and respect that Elerondiel didn't have. She was drinking some ale, and generally enjoying herself, trying to forget for a while that the world was going to potentially be destroyed. When the human woman walked over, Elerondiel looked up and smiled politely at her. It was obvious from the woman's expression that she had not had much experience with Elves, and Elerondiel wanted to put forth a good expression. Greetings, mellon. Elerondiel greeted her kindly. My name is Elerondiel Half-Elven. She used the human word rather than the Sindarin word so that the woman would understand. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Moira Brandybuck The Shire - Brandywine Bridge Inn Moira seemed absolutely radiant the next morning and despite a lack of proper sleep was in perhaps the best mood she had been since the sun and moon fell. The boys about her own age were somewhat wary of her good spirits as it often meant trouble was brewing, but they barely even registered on her senses. Several of the women tut tutted her in their disapproving of her new companion but she paid them no mind. She eagerly brought Thromi a fresh tankard, or a hot plate of food whenever she seemed to think he might want one. She enjoyed being close to him and smelling his pipe and everything about him. She hadn't yet told him about her task of bringing him to see the Thain. While she was glad to have the excuse to stay with him a bit longer, she dreaded going. The Thain would never let her accompany Thromi beyond the borders of the Shire, she didn't even know if he would be allowed to stay. That thought filled her with dread, she didn't want to part company with him so soon, or perhaps even at all. Still it had all happened so fast and she wasn't even sure what he was planning. He seemed pretty content here at the inn but she couldn't imagine he traveled all this way just to stay in the Shire. Her worries were disrupted as three very tall strangers entered the door and stood among them. There was a low murmur of voices, humans were not supposed to be in the Shire but then clearly two of them were not human at all, but elves! The Shire was such a closed little society and even with the shock of perpetual night, it had still just been hobbits. Now in two days she had seen a lot of a dwarf and now two elves and a human. Clearly there was something afoot. She looked from the strangers back to Thromi, who gave her a look as if she were supposed to do the talking. The elves seemed friendly enough but the human seemed to ignore her and instead talk to Thromi as if she didn't exist. It sparked her temper but she ignored the human in turn and instead bowed to the two elves. Greetings and welcome to the Shire She said, offering her best smile, which seemed to shine quite readily from her face this morning. It seems to be a day for visitors to our quiet corner of the world. She gestured back to Thromi. Perhaps you would like to join us? PMay I offer you something for your thirst or hunger? She felt a little uncertain speaking to such unusual visitors but was eager to learn what she could of them. Then I can inquire about your crossing the bridge. This might be just the opportunity for which she was hoping.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

RandirAldwyn The Lone Rider Inn, Aldburg Aldwyn enjoyed swapping tales of growing up with Elerondiel, Living in Minas Tirith, The City of kings that must have been a treat, he never managed to get above the second level in the city before he had to go help track down a wandering band of orcs or another more unsightly creature. he kept his voice low as well as he told her of his 3 sisters, Aurora, Teresa, and Freya. how they never really understood his Fascination with becoming a Ranger, how they would rib him for coming home every night trailing dirt and twigs. how his mother desperately wanted him to find a woman that would make a proper gentleman out of him, like that could ever happen.. at least back then, he had a need to see the world, to experience it in all its dangers. the conversation was beginning to lull when the dark haired woman finally approached. Randir looked the woman up and down as she gawked at his companion What, there is no reason to gawk, it's like you've never seen an elf before? he asked a smile never leaving his face and jest in his voice. But come, sit, you can repay me for that drink by spinning a tale, if I spend any more time with this one, she'll make do on her promise to tell me about the genealogies of Erendil the Mariner and his kin gesturing to his companion, then to the open bench across from them.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath

td text text text text text text text td td Nair Brandywine Bridge Inn Their journey to the shire passed more quickly then Nair expected. It wasnt long before the trio had come upon the beautifully green and well cultivated lands of the shire. Even in the darkness the land was pleasing to look upon, though the forests of Arda would always hold her heart she could appreciate the shire in its own way. Though its inhabitants were another matter. She had heard of the hobbits aversion to outsiders but she didnt imagine it could be quite so bad as it was. No one stepped out to greet the new comers. Though she could hardly fault them that in such dark times, she supposed. It was the remarks that surprised her the most. Though she dismissed them nearly as soon as they reached her ears. Soon enough they came upon the bridge, and a tavern on the side of the road. She ducked under the short door frame as she followed Elvon inside. Good morning, Her smile was warm as she greeted the young hobbit and dwarf, and accepted the offer of hospitality, We would be happy to join you and wash down the dust of the road with a beverage. But might we know the names of our hosts? She asked politely. Realizing that the two hadnt introduced themselves yet. Altriel Aldburg I-I am sorry. Altriel stuttered, her cheeks turning pink with her embarrassment as she realized she had been staring. Truly I did not mean to stare. Ive travelled often but have not had the fortune yet to meet an elf. Accepting the mans offer to sit she settled herself on the bench opposite the two, composing herself as she did so. My name is Altriel. Its a pleasure to meat the both of you. The young woman bowed her head and thought for a moment, of a good tale to tell the two strangers. In the end she chose something light hearted, to chase away her own gloom, and that of the strange darkness that had taken hold of Middle Earth. She told them tales of her early years travelling with her father. The joys of meeting new people and the excitement of new experiences. How she hated it when he had to leave her behind for the longer journeys. She even found herself laughing as she recounted one instance in particular. In which her father had stopped to help a poor farmer whose cow had wandered into a bog. They had almost gotten the beast out, when her father slipped and wound up covered head to toe in mudwith at least a half day left to travel before they reached the inn. td td text text text text text text text td
Thread: The shy woman, and the opportunist man. (DarknessUnleashed & Faetal Attraction)

Lance was sitting in his office, looking through the resumes of the potential new hires. He had told all the candidates to attach pictures of themselves, and told the candidates to dress to impress at the interview because they would also be needed for public relations, as they would be representing the company to potential clients. He was an opportunist, so he just threw the resumes of all the male candidates, and called the sexist female candidate for an interview. He scheduled a 9pm interview for her. He waited for her during the late hours of the evening, but not the night. Everyone else had basically gone home!
Thread: The shy woman, and the opportunist man. (DarknessUnleashed & Faetal Attraction)

Jessica looked at her watch as the bus finally stopped in front of an office building. Shit...shit shit shit... She muttered to herself as she quickly scanned her University ID and exited the bus. Clas had gotten out late and the bus had been delayed, so she was just barely going to make it to the interview on time. Jessica likes to be organized and early to classes and meeting, and even though she had left a 15-minute buffer just in case, all of them managed to waste. She ran into the building, taking an unlocked side door that her interviewer had told her about because the main doors were locked, and climbed the stairs to the 5th floor as quickly as she could manage. Just as she entered the hallway where his office would be, the clock struck 9 pm, and she knew it would take at least another minute to get to his office door that lay at the end of the long hall. She took a deep breath and sprinted toward it. Though her friends had urged her not to go to the interview, because the man was asking her to come after office hours when everyone else would be gone, Jessica didn't listen. She needed to get an internship for her Senior year in order to graduate, and this law firm was one of the top in the city. Even her gut thought this was a bad idea, but Jessica was determined to get the job. By the time she got to the door she was breathless and it was already 901 pm. After taking a few quick breaths she knocks on the door and slowly opened it. I'm sorry I'm late sir...I know you are a busy man. Jessica started as she entered the room, still in her school uniform. I promise that I am usually a very prompt person. She said still trying to catch her breath.