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Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:06 PM
A Roleplay By Lacey:


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Eoriya pushed back the hood of the cloak and a gentle rain kissed her cheeks. Her flashing gray eyes surveyed the land, looking for anyone that might not welcome her; meaning the vast majority of her people. Bris sensed her nervousness and urgency and started shifting restlessly underneath her. With a small sigh, she patted his neck, dismounting. They had been riding for hours and though her horse was only a little tired, she wanted to stretch her legs before continuing their journey. She walked to his head and stroked his neck. Bris turned towards her face displaying his irritation.

“Sorry, Bris. I’m merely a bit worried,” She spoke in the tongue of her home country. Bris gave her a look that clearly said that she was stating the obvious. A smile made its way on her face and Bris reached forward and nudged her with his nose. “Alright, alright. We’ll keep going. You’re going to be the death of me, you know.” She led him over to a good sized rock and mounted him gracefully. Turning Bris to the west, she sighed. Her destination was merely a dark sliver on the horizon.

As Bris started into a comfortable trot, Eoriya thought about why she was going towards Fangorn, a place she’d avoided most of her life.

~~

Eoriya fed a carrot to Bris, patting his neck affectionately as he chewed it. She was in Gondor, finding information that may help Rohan. At the moment, she was trying to figure out how to eavesdrop on the king and his counsel. Nothing was coming to mind, and her frustration was starting to show. Bris blinked calmly at her and she felt some of the anxiety go away.

A hand on her shoulder jolted her out of her thoughts and she spun around to see a cloaked figure, hand on the hilt of her sword. She tried to make out the person’s face, but it was hidden. The person lifted a hand and a piece of parchment was offered to her. Eoriya cautiously took it. She looked at it, then looked up. He, or she, was gone. Left only with a message;

The world is in turmoil. You have been called to a secret meeting to help correct this. If you believe you have the courage and heart to face the odds and unite the world once more, come to the forests of Fangorn.

~Ceilúr

Eoriya touched Bris’ cheek and he put his ear near her mouth. She whispered the message to him and he seemed to nod. Without hesitation, she mounted the horse and started towards Rohan.

~~

They’d traveled through the northern parts of Rohan, the least populated of the Mark. She figured that she could travel down Fangorn, working southward, until this mysterious Ceilúr character stopped her or she reached the end.

“If this is a trap, I blame you, Bris,” she muttered and he whinnied as he started to canter to their destination.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:10 PM
One warm sunny day as Nessa was strolling through the forests near the small village that she was living in she was approached by a cloaked figure. Whether it was man or woman Nessa knew not as they had never spoken. They had simply handed her a letter. Nessa opened it and began to read but when she looked back up the bearer of the letter had totally disappeared.

Opening the letter again she began to read slowly at first until her eyes were flying over the words.

The world is in turmoil. You have been called to a secret meeting to help correct this. If you believe you have the courage and heart to face the odds and unite the world once more, come to the forests of Fangorn.

~Ceilúr



Nessa could barely believe her eyes, let alone that this could be real, but yet there it was in front of her. Bubbling with excitement thoughts ran through her head. "Why was I chosen? Who is Ceilúr? What does this all mean?

Racing home and up the stairs she quickly tossed a few items into a small satchel and tied it around her waist. She placed the quiver around her shoulder and secured it, making sure it was properly positioned before grabbing her bow, securing her daggers and running back down the stairs. One last check to make sure she had everything she needed and she was on her way. The journey was about to begin.

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Nessa had been traveling atop of her trusty noble beautiful white steed Argwain for quite some time past the realms of Gondor and on Southward towards her final destination of Fangorn Forest. She was glad for Argwains company as he was not just her horse, he was her best friend and protector. He was a direct descendant to the bloodline of Shadowfax. His accompanying her had made her feel safe on the long dark perilous nights.

The somewhat chilly morning had turned into a beautiful day, the sunlights golden rays shining softly down and shimmering across the lake. There was a soft breeze on the wind and the temperature had been perfect. Not to hot, not to cold. Warm, just the way she liked it. Nessa had been deep in thought when Argwains sudden soft whiney brought her to a state of full awareness. Had she really been pondering who it was that she was to meet and why so much that she had not realized that ahead in the distance was another rider?

“Quiet now Argwain, we don’t want to be seen or heard.” She whispered into her horses ear. From the distance that she was at away from the other rider she couldn’t possibly know if this person was friend or foe. Although she was part human and looked more human than Elf, just the same Elvin blood ran through her veins and the Elves were not always safe in these lands anymore.

She slowed Argwain down to a slow pace, keeping the rider ahead of her in full view at all times. The day would be turning over to dusk quickly and Nessa would not be caught off her guard again. Hopefully the night would bring with it some moonlight as a fire would now be out of the question.

When the rider in front of her stopped for the night, so did Nessa. Untying the ribbons from her hair she allowed it to flow freely around her face. Placing her bow within arms reach Nessa settled back against a tree to rest knowing full well that Argwain would make her aware of any nearing danger.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:11 PM
StormWolf:

The city of Rohan, a staple of civilization in the otherwise untamed Gap of Rohan. The stone and wood lump on the endless plain of golden grass and gray rock was the only thing that the rider focused on. His powerful horse's hooves hit the ground hard as they traversed the empty plain to get to the one place they could call home. Entering the open gates at a soft trot, the large black stallion brought it's proportionately large rider into the Royal Stables. The rider, Branulf Brekkerson, heir to the throne of Rohan, dismounted, his heavy boots hitting the straw-laden floor with a dull thud. Branulf patted Mandarb, his horse, on the neck as he removed the hardy black leather saddle. While Branulf worked, Mandarb rolled his eyes and whinnied, and Mandarb never panicked. The heir to Rohan rested his hand on the hilt of his bloodline's sword, Hrounting; whirling about, drawing his blade, Branulf faced his opponent. A mysterious figure in black, it's darkly hooded face but inches from the tip of Branulf's sword.

"State your business before I pike your head outside the gates." Branulf said in his deep, accented voice. The hooded figure put up it's hands, taking out a piece of parchment and impaling a small portion of it on the blade.

"What is this rubbish?" Branulf muttered as he pulled his sword back, retrieving the paper and reading it.

The world is in turmoil. You have been called to a secret meeting to help correct this. If you believe you have the courage and heart to face the odds and unite the world once more, come to the forests of Fangorn.

~Ceilúr

Branulf's brow furrowed as he read, "Just who do you think...." he looked up, and the black-cloaked figure was gone, not even footprints left in the hay or dust. With a growl, Branulf sheathed his sword, and started re-saddling Mandarb.



By the time Branulf left the walls of Rohan once more, the sky was still high, little past noonm. His brother insisted on sending some other riders with him, but a few harsh words put the man in place; there was a reason why Branulf's brother did not receive some letter.

Branulf decided to ride throughout the night, not stopping and not resting, eating on the go. It was a long trek to Fangorn Forest, but nearly not as long as someone from Gondor would have to ride. By the time he reached Fangorn, the moon was high in the sky and the world was dark. Drawing nearer, something came into view; a pale white form, a white mare, if he was right. He could see the horse, but no rider. He had Mandarb walk at a slow, casual pace, but ready to tense and charge if he needed to. Branulf's thick, scarred hand's held reins and spear. The winds picked up slightly, and Branulf saw something, the moon hitting light blonde hair as it billowed in teh breeze.

Dismounting silently, the Rohirrim Commander held his mighty spear in hand as he drew closer and closer to what he could now see as a young woman. He was tempted to shoulder his spear and approach casually as a gentleman, but brigands traveled the plains of Rohan from time to time, and the only way to get to a brigand at night is to take them by surprise. The tall grass hid the rider for the most part, but some things, like his large stature and his broad shoulders, could not be helped. Dead foliage crunched beneath his boots as Branulf drew closer and closer, ever so slowly.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:12 PM
Sugarholic:

Aaryl had been close to Lothlorien forest, at the point where the Anduin river emerges, the place she considered home, for a rest from the wilds. There were times when she craved company and had always felt more at home with the elves than she ever did with humans. Possibly because Lothlorien was peaceful and graceful whereas humans were generally crass and warmongering- to her anyway.

She had dismounted just outside the forest, it was easier for her horse, Thoron, to follow than to carry her rider through the trees. Bending down momnetarily to tighten a shoe, she had recently changed into her skirt and blouse that she wore when she was in company, she straightened as Thoron stomped and snorted behind her. Just infront of her was a figure, indistinguishable as anything but a black cloak. It was holding out a scroll of parchment, which Aaryl took in hand with a thankyou. Her eyes skimmed over the words, and when she looked up again the figure had gone without a trace. Feeling somewhat apprehensive, she was a ranger after all, she re-read the letter, absorbing what the words said and meant.

The world is in turmoil. You have been called to a secret meeting to help correct this. If you believe you have the courage and heart to face the odds and unite the world once more, come to the forests of Fangorn.

~Ceilúr

Taking one last longing look at the forest, Aaryl rechanged, and led Thoron through the river at a shallow patch. Looking up at the sky she took bearing, drew her hood up, mounted and set off toward Fanghorn forest at a gallop.

It was nearing dusk as Aaryl approached Fanghorn forest. She and Thoron had slowed to a slow trot some time ago, and even with her elven upbringing Aaryl was still somewhat apprehensive about spending the night in Fanghorn forest alone. Insted she walked around the fringe of the forest, seeing if she could chance upon someone else with the same destination.

Sitting astride her horse Aaryl could see a white horse in the distance, and another mounted figure riding in the same direction. She also saw a lone mounted figure closer to the treeline. "Ready to be nice?" Aaryl asked Thoron softly as she nudged her into a canter, riding toward the lone figure. As they approached Aaryl slowed Thoron to a walk and touched two fingured to her forehead, then her lip in the elven custom of peace gesture, then realising that that could be disasterous if this person was not here for the same perpose she was, she merely held her hands in the air to show that she came with peaceful intent. "Mind if I join you for the night?" She serveyed the rider, who also happened to be riding a Chestnut, that seemed to be of Rohan origings. Inwardly she cursed her elvish gesture, and hoped that the girl hadn't seen it.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:13 PM
Khyleth:

"Elves," Jask announced with an air of finality. "Must be elves. The prancin' loons 'ave mistook me dashin' good looks for kinship, an' they want me ta come live in their tree house." The performer smiled brightly at his host, a thick dirty man of peasant stock, seeming hewn from wood and earth, and with all the personality of both.

"This is close enough," the farmer replied, reining his swaybacked mare to a stop. Jask leapt nimbly down from the wagon, donning his bright blue cape with a swirl and a slight, mocking bow.

"You've me everlastin' tanks fer the use of your fine conveyance, good sir. Why, I haven't had a more enjoyable jaunt in the countryside for nigh on--" By this time the wagon was rumbling away, the peasant having little patience for dandies, much less a dandy from Gondor.

"You reek of spoilt cabbage, and I've got more nipples than you've teeth!" Watching carefully to be sure the big man wasn't coming back for him, Jask chuckled at his own wit and made for the treeline.

Fangorn. Not really the best place for a son of New Gondor -- or so the stories went. The elves resented human innovation and intellect, were jealous of their grand machines, terrified of gunpowder and sanitation. They ate humans who wandered into their savage forest, even the well-intentioned missionaries from the Church of the Cog. So the stories went.

Come to think of it, Jask didn't mind them eating missionaries. Those Cog crazies were a bit unsettling. And all the inventions of the past fifty years were quite impressive. He could see why the elves - who, it was said, had all been alive since the days of legend - would be jealous. To have lived so long and never invented anything worthwhile would be rather galling to the pride. Jask understood pride. Still, he'd rather have had his pistols with him as he stepped into the shade of the great forest.


"Big forest," Jask panted, stooping to drink from a quick, clear stream later that evening. "Stupid big." Having never seen a patch of wild growth larger than a few acres, it had not occurred to the boy that a set of directions beginning and ending with 'Go to Fangorn' might be a bit too vague. Settling his rump against the exposed root system of a mighty oak, he tilted his head back and resolved to catch his breath.

"Just for a moment," he whispered, nodding off to sleep.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:13 PM
Lacey:

Eoryia’s hand went slowly to her sword when she heard footsteps. Bris step towards her, his ears pricked towards the sound. When the figure greeted her with a strange gesture that she vaguely recognized, though she couldm’t place where she’d seen it before, she relaxed a small bit but didn’t put her guard down. Taking a step towards the new person, Bris sniffed the air. When he didn’t give any sign of discomfort, she finally took her hand off of the hilt.

“No, I don’t mind, if you don’t mind not having a fire.” She said in the Common Tongue, her words slightly accented. Eoriya looked at the person’s mount and she looked a bit more interested. He looked a bit worn out, with sweat covering him, but he was a beautiful animal. “Would you like some help with your horse, as it seems he’s in need of cooling down? He’s a beautiful animal and it would be a great loss if anything happened to him.”

Her eyes then moved towards Bris, who was moving towards the new horse. She’d take off his bridle and loosened the girth so he could rest more comfortably, and she took a moment to admire him, as she often found herself doing. Suddenly remembering her situation, she looked back at the newcomer.

“I am Eoriya.”

~x~x~

A woman walked through the forest, footsteps making no sound. A hood was pulled up over her and her pale face gleamed from beneath it. Every once in a while, as she traveled, she would touch a tree in with a certain affection and the branches would creak, bringing a smile to the woman’s face. Finding a small clearing, she looked at the sky between the trees. After only a few moments, two other figures came from the trees.

“The New Gondorian performer has entered Fangorn and others are near the borders.” A male voice reported. The woman nodded, smiling.

“Very good. Please keep him in the forest until the others arrive.” She smiled at the two, “Make sure he’s comfortable.”

One of the figures started to leave but the other hesitated. “What if they all don’t come? What will happen then?”

“They will come. For many different reasons, yes, but they will come.” The woman looked up again, lost in thought. Both left her to her thoughts to carry out her orders.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:14 PM
Sugarholic:

As the woman removed her hand from the hilt of the sword she wore, Aaryl felt it safe to let her hands float slowly back to her sides. She smiled as she tossed a stray lock of hair from her eyes. "I have spent many a night in the wilderness without a fire. I'm sure that one more won't hurt. Besides there are riders further back- might pay not to attract attention towards Fanghorn."

Her Common Toungue had a faint accent of the elves with whom she had grown up with, but time alone and amoung the people of cities had dulled it to more of a gracing of vowels than a full accent. That would change within a day of elvish company- speaking in elvish had the effect of bringing the accent back thick and fast.

"Thank you, but i'll be able to get all this off within moments, and I'm sure she'll be glad of the comfort. We've ridden quite a distance today." She stroked the mares nose affectionatly. "Thoron lives up to her name, she is a brilliant mount. If I might say so, your horse is a beauty also."

So saying, Aaryl removed the gear from Thoron's back and her bridle. Tugging up a handfull of grass she began to rub the horse down, giving both horses appreciative glances.

I am Eoriya

Looking over at her companion, Aaryl raised her eyes. "That is an elvish name is it not? A little bit dangerous given the times." Breaking into a smile again she continued, "I am Aaryl, Ranger of Lothlorien. Glad to meet you."

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:14 PM
Nessa rested against the tree, her pale hair blowing softly in the breeze. It was a perfect evening; the moon had graced her with an abundance of silvery moonlight along with temperatures that would not give one cause for need of a fire.

As she rested comfortably thinking about the letter and what it all meant, the perfect silence was interrupted by a slight crunching of leaves which due to her keen sense of hearing Nessa could make out to be the sound of footsteps. Male footsteps to be exact.

Reaching for a dagger she readied it as she waited for a sign from Gawain that danger was lurking near. His sixth sense had never led her astray before and she trusted his judgment. Standing up and stretching she allowed her eyes to scan through the surrounding areas as she looked for the one who approached. Gawain brushed against her gently but made no sound, an indication that there was no concern of danger. After her eyes adjusted through the twilit night she made out the form of what appeared to be as she deduced by his weaponry and shield to be a Rohirrian male and his steed.

Having no fear of a Rohirrian coupled with the fact that Gawain had returned to silently grazing upon the grasses, she relaxed her hand upon the dagger not fully releasing it. Nessa spoke softly into the night “Rider of Rohan, Eneth nîn Nessa. Esta sinome, your company is welcomed.”


(Eneth nîn= My name is)
(Esta sinome= rest here)

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:15 PM
Lacey:

Eoriya’s thoughts whirled throughout her head. When Aaryl had first spoken, she’d known the girl wasn’t from either the Gondorian countries or Rohan. It was that and the news that there were others riders that startled Eoriya the most. Could it be another called to Fangorn, or was it a scout from Rohan? The latter would be disastrous, as every one of them would be on the lookout for her.

“It sounds a little elvish, but I am a woman of Rohan, through and through.” She nodded to Aarl as she stroked Thoron’s neck, “And you should be just as careful as I should be. Announcing that you’re a ranger from Lothlorien could be suicidal.” Holding in a sigh, she looked down, then at Bris who blinked at her.

She then walked over to Bris and whispered in his ear, “If you smell anything, alert me.” He nodded and Eoriya shook her head a little bit. His intelligence still amazed her.

Eoriya sat down, looking at her companion. “And what brings a Ranger of Lothlorien to Rohan? And so near Fangorn?”

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:16 PM
Sugarholic:

Aaryl continued to rub down Thoron, the horse sensing that the ritual was almost done started shuffling. "Quiet please. You're almost done then you can make friends." She murmered to the mare in elvish. To her companion she inclined her head. "I have always admired the Rohinian women. They are amoung the strongest souls. And we still sing the legend of Eowyn and her brother."

She finished rubbing Thoron down whilst Eoriya spoke to her mount. "He's a lovely horse you have. Well trained also," she commented before sitting opposite the other woman. "My being a ranger isn't something I usually announce myself as. There are a few safe Inns that know who I am, but usually I pose as a common traveller. When I'm in towns anyway." Thinking a little she replied to the question of what had brought her to the fringe of Rohan with, "I could ask the same of you, however I think we may be on the same path."

Turning to her pack she untied her sleeping roll and fished around in the pack and pulled out some Lammas bread. "I was intending to be home before long so I am a little short on supplies of the food nature. However I have plenty of Lammas bread should you wish for some."

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:16 PM
StormWolf:

The Rohirrim Commander tensed as the elf spoke, obviously to him, unless there was someone else sneaking about as well. Branulf stood to his full height and walked out of the tall grass to where the woman sat, deeming her an elf once she spoke to him in the elven tongue. He was able to understand bits and pieces of what she said, having studied elvish language and scripture for some time. The heir of Rohan looked over his broad shoulder and made a click-like noise, his mighty black stallion walking up to him. Branulf set his spear in the ground and took a knee, looking the elf woman in the face.

"Pardon me for the shady introduction madame, I...." he lost his train of thought for a moment when the wind blew some branches silently, allowing the soft moonlight to illuminate the elf girl's face. Branulf was dumbfounded, never before in his life had he seen a creature so graceful, so serene. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, hoping to pass his pause in speech off as fatigue. He cleared his throat,

"I thought you were a bandit, or some kind of brigand. They usually tend to skirt around Fangorn, knowing that the Rohirrim usually doesn't ride this far out unless we need to. The stories of murderous trees tends to keep the superstitious folk away... rubbish." he said, deciding it a good idea to shut up before he makes himself look like a fool.

"I am Branulf Brekkerson, descendant of Theodin, heir to the throne of Rohan. At your service." Branulf dipped in a bow while in his kneeling stance.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:16 PM
mrcelohpane:

The last of the attackers were running away.

Men from a small town had come to the elvish settlement to exact "revenge" upon the elves for there current misfortune.

Another fell with an arrow in his back.

Obviously, killing them was not helping the cause of the elves very much, but there was no reasoning with them. They were uneducated bigot farmers who only attacked the elves because they were told that they were the cause of there problems.

Faelnir brushed the hair out of his eyes and his bow twanged again. Another human fell.

Violence was not unknown to elves, but used to be frowned upon. Now, with the dwindling numbers since the majority had left for the undying lands and the increasing number of attacks, it was more acceptable.

Faelnir jogged out to the last men he had killed as the survivors faded into the distance. He checked to make sure the first man was in fact dead. As he discovered his lack of a pulse, the second groaned.

"well, maybe its worth a shot..."

He turned and lifted the groaning man on his shoulders, turning back towards the settlement intent on teaching him hospitality...a woman stood there, holding a note. She placed it inside Faelnir's quiver, and disapeared.

***

No stranger to Fangorn, Faelnir arrives quickl from the time when he had left. He stumbles upon a man sleeping against a tree, a human with a blue cape.

Faelnir prodded the son of New Gondor with his unstrung bow. "Wake, traveler. The trees of Fangorn are not wise resting places. This forest is not for the idle."

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:17 PM
Khyleth:

With a snort and a curse, Jask was awake in a flash. Awake and coherent being two different animals, the boy’s first words were somewhat confused.

“Ya canno’ ‘ave me pie!” he muttered in slurred defiance. Pausing a moment to let that battlecry sink in, Jask rubbed at his left eye, blinking in the twilight at the figure standing over him.

“Gah!” cried the pastry defender as his vision and thoughts crystallized.

Ever the articulate negotiator, his silver tongue leapt to his assistance. “No! No, no, no… lady gave me a note… said Fangorn… I’m runty – skin and bones, really. Not even enough for a soup. Big fellow in a wagon back that way, though. Feed you for weeks, he would. I can show you.”

Trapped in the hollow of the tree’s root system as he was, escape was no option. Grasping the hilt of his knife, Jask grinned his best showman’s grin at the elven warrior standing over him. “I’ve shiny buttons. Can make ye a watch. You understand ‘watch’? Tells the time, even when it’s cloudy. Handy for a fellow like you. Lots of clouds hereabouts, you know.”

Nervously pressing his back into the roots of the tree, he laughed – a tinny, whimpering sort of sound – and then abruptly disappeared beneath the mighty oak with a whoomp and a puff of dirt.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:17 PM
Lacey:

The corners of Eoriya’s mouth twitched upwards as the name Eowyn reached her ears. She loved hearing the story of how she fought the Witch King and won. It gave her hope that, though it seemed her own people didn’t believe her, she could do great things.

“I’m sure you’d be glad to hear, then, that Eowyn’s blood flows through my veins,” She smiled, then thought that her words were rather rash. My pride is going to kill me someday… Without thinking about it, she glanced at Bris to see if he smelled any other horses. Every scout knew her, she she’d helped trained many of them, and all of them knew of her banishment. When Aaryl mentioned Bris, her looked turned from one of desperation to complete adoration. “He isn’t trained, he’s just naturally like that. All of his kind are.” Bris snorted in agreement, “The only reason he’s still with me is because he likes me, even though he won’t admit it.” Bris’ ears laid back against his head for a moment and Eoriya smiled. It was if he was glaring at her. She turned to the Ranger.

“I must warn you, being from Lothlorien is just as safe as being with me within my own country.” She looked at the stars, not wanting to look her new companion in the eye, “They know who I am.” Tearing our a bit of grass to get rid of her boredom. Then she stood as Bris hand started nibbling at her hair. He did that when there was no danger anywhere near. Standing, she started to take off the saddle. She only kept it on him because he’d smelled another horse and she didn’t know how quickly she would have to mount him so they could get away.

“I think you’re right. The both of us seeming to be heading to the same place…it’s too coincidental.” When the Ranger offered her Lambas, her eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to try the elvish way-bread.” She thanked Aaryl and took some of the bread. It was as good as she’d heard. She felt completely refreshed and knew she would sleep comfortably.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:17 PM
The Rohirrim approached, cautiously at first and then relaxed somewhat as he called his magnificent black stallion to his side. The animal was beautiful and his dark coloring was in contrast to her own Gawain who was completely white.

Nessa smiled at him in an effort to help him feel more comfortable when the breeze seemed to take his very breath from him. Although it had seemed odd to her she feared the newcomer to be at ill ease with her and forgoing her Elven tongue she spoke “It is a pleasure to meet a descendant of Theodin, Branulf Brekkerson. Please tie your Stead beside my stallion Gawain to graze while you take rest. They are both magnificent animals are they not? Gawain is a descendant of the mighty Shadowfax.” Nessas pride of her horses heritage was most evident in her words.

Once the commander had tied his horse securely and sat down across from Nessia, she studied his face. It was of little doubt to her that he was a soldier through and through. Her curiosity was usually well maintained but this night there was something different upon the air for the Rohirrim commander was not the only one who was within the realms of the Fangorn Forest this night. Nessas keen sense of intuition had told her that there were others close by and there were those whom she had seen ahead in the distance earlier.

Breaking a piece of the Elvin bread that she carried with her she offered it to Branulf as she slid closer to him, her voice lowered. “We are not alone in the Forest tonight Branulf, do you sense it too? Indeed, we are not alone here. It lends the thought that perhaps there are others that have been called to this place as I myself have been.” She paused momentarily as she observed Branulfs face; now mere inches from her own as she waited to see if there was a reaction of any sort to her words. Tilting her face into the wind as it blew her long hair back, it brushed lightly against his face, as she listened to the message the breeze gifted her.

“I sense that you also have had a calling and that perhaps that is why I am now sharing this most beautiful of evenings with a handsome Rohirrim Commander.” Nesia said, a soft smile gracing her fair features.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:18 PM
mrcelophane:

Faelnir's expression did not change as he listened to the Gondorian babble. It seemd he was trying to insinuate that elves eat men. However, ever typical of a human, he attempted to alocate his worries of being eaten onto another, apparently overweight, human.

When he began to insult his inteligence, Faelnir's lips curled in disgust as he pulled back his bow in order to better smack the Gondorian in the face...only to strike wood.

The elf's face registered surprise for a little bit, then amusement as he backed away from the tree. He looked around the immediate area and, after finding a tree he deemed safe, climbed upon a high branch and waited for the Gondorian to find his way out again.

Silly men and their disregard for nature...and then he slept from his long journey.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:18 PM
StormWolf:

Branulf stole glances at the elven woman that sat across from him every so often. She was indeed the fairest and most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He cleared his throat to clear his mind, looking into the flames as if they would burn away the thoughts that were creeping into his head. He was a noble, for goodness sake. He should not think such thoughts!

The elf, Nessia, brought him back to the now with her soft voice. He turned to the source of the voice and beheld her face but inches from his own. He had elven bread in his hand, bread which he had no recollection of taking, but he would never voice such a truth. He simply watched her moon-bathed face, shining in the dull blue-gray light. His jaw dropped lightly as he watched and listened to her. He cleared his throat once more,

"Ahem. The pleasure is mine, my Lady." he smiled and took a bite of the Elvin bread, "Your intuition is sharp as a dagger. Indeed, I was called here by some mysterious cloaked fellow." The Commander of the Rohirrim almost choked on is bread when she called him handsome. That was unexpected, to say the least. Branulf smiled,

"If I had not received this bread from you, I would have though myself asleep in the saddle and having a wondrous dream. But alas, fate has smiled upon me and brought me to such a gracefully beautiful maiden of the forest." Branulf was a minor romantic. He was no prince from a tragic performance, he was a general and a noble. He knew how to sweet talk, and it was easy to find compliments about this stunning woman.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:19 PM
Sugarholic:

When Aaryl heard of Eoriya's banishment her lips twitched in a slight smile. "It would seem that you share a similar fate to your ancestors. You should count yourself privaleged that you can boast a heritage as great as the line of Eowyn. As for going to the same place, perhaps it is fate that being an outlaw of one's country will lead you to help change Middle Earth's fate as once your ancestor did?" She almost laughed at the enthusiasm of the other woman over the Lambas bread. She herself had loved it as a child until as a ranger it had become almost a staple diet. Not that she hated it, just that occasionally she would like to be able to live off the land more. Although with the expansion of the New Gondorian's and their technology, the plants and animals that had lived in most of the wilderness, and supported their ancestors during their travels were dwindling.

She tilted her head back to gaze at the stars. The moon was out tonight and it's glow was soft against the feild. Looking back at her companion she couldn't help but wonder what other people, if any, they would meet tomorrow. "I must apologise for my brief conversation tonight, it has been a long day for myself, and if we are to meet our mysterious caller tomorrow I am thinking that it may be best to do so on a rested mind." She smiled at her companion before standing to pat Thoron's nose. "You know what to watch out for don't you darling," she whispered to the horse before corssing back to where she had been sitting, and lying back in the grass, drawing her cloak around herself.

Mysteria
10-24-2009, 11:19 PM
Lacey:

Eoriya smiled as she nibbled on the Lamas, trying to make it last longer. A great amount of her vast Rohirrin pride was because Eowyn’s blood now flowed through her veins. Many, somewhat childish, admittedly, dreams had resorted from this. The great majority of those had fallen when she’d been banished. There were always the thoughts that she could still do something, but they had come much less over the long period of time she’d been gone.

“Of course, don’t let me keep you up.” Eoriya watched as Aaryl lay still in the grass, then laid back herself, laying on arms that she’d put behind her head. Only her breathing showed that she was living as she gazed silently at the stars. Looking up at the huge expanse, she felt lonely, tiny, as if she could do nothing to really effect anything. No matter what happened, those stars would always be there, in their nightly dance, watching Middle Earth with what she thought must be some amusement at their apparent stupidity.

Literally shaking her head to rid herself of these thoughts, she sat up and rubbed her tingling arms. She always forgot that laying like that made her arms fall asleep, as the New Gondorians put it.

“Who is this Ceilúr, anyway, and what does she think she can do? Or what we can do?”

Moving in a way that must have looked completely stupid to anybody that was watching, she moved towards Bris and put her back to his, the warmth of the horse comforting her and lulling her into a light sleep.

~~

“Faelnir has arrived and has made contact with the New Gondorian, Jask.” A male’s voice said as the two figure’s left the woman’s presence. Both nodded and started walking more swiftly towards where they had left Jask. Neither would ever admit it, but both had doubts about what was going to happen. The notes had been times carefully so the group would arrive very close to each other, but none of them knew the hearts of those who had received the notes.

“Prepare yourself, Calanon,” the female said. Calanon, nodded. They would react differently, maybe even in a hostile way, so they had to be very careful to avoid being killed, as they’d been told not to harm.

In a few swift moments, they arrived and the female, known as Vanya, quickly spotted Faelnir. Calanon saw him a moment later and both simultaneously greeted him with an elvish gesture.

“Le suilon, Faelnir.” Vanya said, smiling, “Aníral maded? Sogad?”

While she questioned Faelnir, Calanon tried to find a way to get Jask from under the tree. When no way seemed apparent, he let out an irritated sigh and gently touched the tree, “Daro i!” His words were gentle but the tree responded and allowed him to reach down and pull a shivering Jask from the roots.

“There we go, isn’t that better? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”


~~~~~~~~~~~
Le suilon- I greet thee
Aníral ma – Do you want to eat?
Sogad – Drink?
Daro I – stop that

Mysteria
10-31-2009, 05:54 PM
Nessa laughed lightly when Branulf stated that he would have thought himself to be asleep had he not received the bread from her and replied to him lightheartedly, “You dream not Branulf Breckerson, I assure you.” Then her normally soft features grew serious as she became slightly perplexed. “We have both been called and I would garner a guess that the others ahead of us would not be here within the realms of Fangorn Forest if they too had not been called to this place.” Nessia was growing tired and knew there would be no sense in trying to catch up to the others until the dawn arrived.


“Perhaps, we should rest now, Branulf of Rohan and in the morning we can arise early and find out who else has also been called on this somewhat mysterious mission.”

Nessa arose, whispering softly to the white Stallion who was her traveling companion. “Sleep with one eye open this night old friend, we both know what dangers lurk in this forest.” As if the horse understood her he whinnied softly, nuzzling against the fair haired elf as she stroked him.



Nessa returned to her spot close to the Rhorrim and bid him good night, shortly thereafter falling asleep as she sat beside him, unknowingly resting her head upon his shoulder as she slept soundly safe in the knowledge that Gawain would alert them should danger draw near.

StormWolf
11-06-2009, 12:10 AM
Branulf looked at the elfin maiden asleep, resting on his shoulder. With a crooked eyebrow, he chuckled and unclasped his warg pelt cloak and threw the thick garment over her. Branulf had no immediate need to the cloak, he was used to the cold nights in Rohan. The Rohirrim remained awake for quite some time, but his eyelids grew heavy quickly. Before he knew it, he was embraced by sleep.