Thread: Dagor Dagorath

Elvon Gulf of Lune Mae govannen Lady Bereniel. Elvon greeted more formally when the mortal woman introduced herself. He did not know whether she was actual nobility of her race or not, though it didnt matter. He could perceive she had the spirit and bearing of one regardless, almost like an elf-woman herself. He felt his heart quake with excitement at the chance of finally having a guide who could take them through this indomitable darkness. Perhaps with Gilraens help, it wouldnt be indomitable for long. Not as exciting as it might be. He then said in a grave and serious tone. Make no mistake about what you are being asked to do. Your skills of hunting and scouting may very likely lead us into a den of goblins and trolls to find a piece of the fallen star. While I will accept no boon of safety for myself until my task is done, I do not ask you to undertake this peril under any charge or obligation. You are free to lead us as far along the road as you deem yourself fit to. But know with every step, whether east, north, or south, the danger will increase. This I warn you, Lady Bereniel, and you again, Nair. This is not a cake walk or a milk run we go on. They both looked capable and strong, to which Elvon could rely some hope on. But he knew nothing of their strength beyond what he saw currently. If you are still eager to partake upon this journey, then prepare yourself. I see little time in wasting here anymore and we shall strike out east towards this land of Rhudar as soon as may be done. He stated, collecting his pack and minor gear, hefting the heavy bag. He had special vials crafted by the hands of the Valar themselves for holding the pieces of the fallen Sun. We make at once for the land of Shire . Take what refreshments you can now. We will not rest again until a half days march is complete Thromi Shortbeard The Shire Brandywine Bridge His announcement seemed to create a lot of confusion on the other side of the bridge, causing him to quirk a smile in bemusement. No, this wasnt your average military outposts, with challenges and bowmen watching your every step. Did they even have bows on the other side of the bridge? At first he was told the Shire was closed, to which he accepted with a bow of his head and made ready to seek out an alternative path around. You must goaro? Around? Thats what it sounded like the Halfling sentry was trying to tell him. Well but of course, I cannot go under or over! But there was no use discussing it with the gate guard it seemed. They were still discussing him. Would an orc really come and offer his service to a Halfling? These were truly a guarded, secretive little people with no knowledge of the outside world. Well his judgement was a bit hasty there as a female voice seemed to beckon him forward, remembering the concept of hospitality. Thromi was grateful for it and he came forward to the gate to be seen in the torchlight. He was mostly a head taller than the hobbits, armed, armoured, but looking weary and certainly thirsty. The others seemed to regard him with distrust but who wouldnt in these dark times? His eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on the Halfling woman who must have spoken and gestured him in. She came through the far gate to meet him halfway. He bowed to her. My pleasure, kind lady. Thromi, son of Fromli, at your service! He said again in gratitude and beamed when she returned his manners with manners of her own. I thank you for your welcome. He said as he fell into step with her, allowing himself to be led inwards to this inn in question. I will not impose upon you for food. I have plenty enough of my own to sustain me for my march. Just a drink and some news too, if you have some. The world all around seems to close in against everything else. Its good to see some happy souls who will ask first and judge before fencing themselves in. He noted as he came over to the far side of the Brandywine, now officially in the Shire. It would only be a few days journey to reach the West Farthing and the border. Moira Brandybuck she said her name was. Curious Tell me, Ladyyou would not be related to the famous Meriadoc Brandybuck, who once journeyed with Gimli Elf-friend, the most famous of my race in recent days? You have a proud name. A proud name for a pretty face he also noted, looking at Moiras pretty features, or at least what he could glimpse, in the faint torchlight.