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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Beör sat silently in his cell; his knees drawn up, to shield himself from the cold and staring at the dark stones of his cell. It somehow felt slightly comforting to be back in his own, safe cell. The small, restricted space had been his sanctuary during good and bad days, in times of fear and pain had he withdrawn himself in the shadows, becoming invisible, hoping to evade notice of everyone. He had counted all the stones in his cell, even named them. However dreadful this place was, those few square metres of stone had been his home for over fourteen years. And now he was about to leave it. He was to see daylight again, to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin and the sound of birds..

The ranger was unsure what to feel. He felt fear, for everything that was about to happen but also exhaustion and some sort of gratitude that he was back in his cell again. With his bearded chin resting on his knees, Beör stared into the darkness. He couldn't sleep anymore; he had never been able to sleep here, only in short phases. But now nightmares seemed to keep him from sleeping. Unable to shrug of the feeling of the Mouth's iron grasp on his throat, Beör blinked his eyes, trying hard not to fall asleep, where he undoubtely would relive horibble memories of the Mouth's dark magic. Unconsciously he touched his bruised neck and shivered. He almost died today.. He did not fear death, but somehow he was grateful that he was still alive.

Luthien had risked her own life to save him. Why would she have done that? Did she really have feelings for him? How could that be? He had been a loner his entire life. She was hardly of age, still unspoiled and fair; he on the other hand had seen many things, often good things, but mostly evil. He had nothing to offer her nor could he strength to protect her from any danger on the road ahead after all these years of captivity. He was no good for her..

Beör? Are you awake?

Her voice sounded quiet and tired but for a moment Beör did not answer her. He ran his hand through his long and dirty hair and sighed.
"Yes," he finally said flatly. "I'm awake. Did you get any sleep?"

[Yay! Lets get this RPG on the road again! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[ Bump ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(Hey! I'm still alive, but exams are about to start. It's going to be pretty busy, but i'll try and have a post up soon.)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

[ Hey Mae! I'm sorry that your so busy! Just take your time.. I'm just so excited for this and I wanted to make sure this didn't die.. Perhaps Goldy can post for Luthien in the mean time? Some extra Beör-Luthien interaction never hurts.. ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

[ I'm in bed with a fever, so it took me ages to finally finish this, but here it is. And now I'm brain dead. ]

Luthien's voice sounded so loud in the dark prison. Beör was still not used to it. There hadn't been any coherent conversation in the past, they either perished or reduced to insane mumbling. Yet her voice seemed to bear some reassurance and comfort, like some rays of sun in the dark, although Beör couldn't understand why. He filtered out the longing which Luthien expressed as if it was something he was unfamiliar with, something he did not understand anymore. By talking Luthien tried to set her mind upon other things, to keep up hope and perhaps even to comfort Beör, but the Ranger, who’d been taken by darkness, couldn’t recognise such goodness anymore.

What about you? How are you? Did you get any sleep?

Even Beör noticed her eagerness now to hear his voice, or his thoughts, anything to keep her distracted from the anything but the here and now. He turned his head, and looked at her, peering through the dark . She was sitting near the bars, her face pale as snow and her gown torn but a beautiful shade of red. Despite the exhaustion and restlessness written on her face, she was still fair; someone so pure had probably never been in Mordor before.

“I’ve slept a little. I’ve always slept in phases here.. but I remember that when I first got here, I didn’t sleep for days. The cold was just too intense and I didn’t want to miss any chance of escape, not that they let me sleep anyway.. At one moment I just stopped eating and I stopped sleeping, hoping that it would end, but it didn’t..” There was a long silence, in which the Ranger thought of those first, unbearable weeks. He sat motionless, staring at the stone wall opposite of him, the only evidence that he was still alive was the regular heaving of his chest. In that moment he looked like a seasoned man; he early lines in his face indicated how much he’d seen, how much he’d worried. How long it was ago that he’d seen the sun or felt the touch of rain on his skin. He turned to Luthien, and watched her with his piercing blue gaze.

“It was a hazy day,” he said softly. “The sky was grey, and the sharp contours of the ridges of Emyn Muil were hardly visible because of the fog. It had been a long day and we’d been following a trail for more than fourteen hours. We were tired; not alert. The attack came as a surprise; although we were well armed, we were heavily outnumbered. I was stabbed from behind and fell. There was so much blood, I tried to get up, to defend myself. But-,” Beör’s voice trembled and he was quiet for a moment. “They were gone,” he continued, his voice even lower than before. “My companions, my friends had fled, leaving me to perish..”

The ranger brushed with his hand through his long hair. The frustration and powerlessness was evident on his face. "I just can't let it go. I can't."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Maethoriel watched the grey, winged creature as it flitted away into nothing; blending in with the grey ash that always obscured the air in Mordor. The flecks spewed forth from Mount Doom consistently and the amount only seemed to grow recently as the unrest spread through the Black Land.

The half-elf watched disinterestedly as the caustic fumes were expelled from the mountain. Her mind was very far away in a completely different time. One before Mordor had been destroyed when Elves and Men had first discovered one another. Her mouth twitched in something half-way between a smirk and a grimace - it was like her emotions couldn't quite decide which facial expression to choose.

She turned on her heel after a few more minutes - Arawen had probably finished talking to the prisoners - and found herself in the hazy gold light of her room once more. Timing was on her side as only a few moments after her arrival a small tap resounded throughout the quite of her room. The girl outside did not even wait to be invited in, not that Maethoriel particularly cared especially since the halls were infested with guards. It was no wonder that the girl didn't wait - any suspicion could jeopardize their plan.

As Arawen questioned the older woman pulled out her map and scattered papers on the crowded desk to the stone floor. She unrolled the map and grinned.

"Yes, I have been doing quite a bit of preparing. Are all the others ready for what we shall have to do?" She asked with a raise of her brow. "I assume you have a few weapons, I have procured some clothing that will assist hiding them from prying eyes.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Panic. Pain. Anger. Anxiety. Despair. It had overwhelmed him in neverending waves. The extent to what he could feel never seemed more painful. Luthien's arrival seemed to be the dawn of change. Whether he liked it or not, the rules of the game had altered and he was forced to comply. The numbness, which had been his shield of protection, had crumbled under influence of her goodness and affection, leaving him without firm ground under his feet, falling deeper and deeper..
The intensity of what one could feel was overwhelming. He'd forgotten how painful emotions could be and how painful it was to be human. But Beör couldn't handle it. In the past he'd had priorities, he been able to make decisions, however small their were, concerning his survival. It made him feel like he'd some control left. Now the time had come that he was offered the chance to set priorities and to make drastic decisions, the Ranger was lost.

He did not know why he had told Luthien a tale of his past. He did not want her pity; he was not pitiable. Nor had he ever shared anything so detailed about his life with another soul in this land of darkness. Yet he had wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know, not even to understand, just to know.

His tale had sparked memories of the past. Memories of that one object of which he'd never spoken. That one item that could change the world; change it and destroy it. The thought that he had already found it, had crossed his mind many times in the past. That thought had been unbearable, even more because he was never to know. But over the years the ring had faded from his mind, just like memories of the world outside those stone walls had faded. Yet Luthien's arrival enlighted the darkness and brought news. News of life and still of hope..

Her quiet voice called him from his thoughts. Her tone was hesitant but serious; her words well-meant and somehow comforting. Her assurance that she would have stayed with him until the end hurt as much as it gave him hope. He wanted to say something but Beör found that his voice didn’t work. Then, all of the sudden, her fair voice sounded through the dark cells. The Elfish words were so peaceful and beautiful. Beör drank them in as calmness overcame him for a moment and faint memories of the Golden Woods and Imladris dawned to him.

But when she fell still, darkness returned to him once more. Tears had welled up in Beör’s eyes and now trickled down his cheeks in his beard. Soundlessly he sat, and unaware why he cried. Perhaps because it had been a long time that he heard something so fair, or perhaps of despair . Or just because he was human, a man unable to find his way.
He looked up at Luthien and said softly but in fluent Elvish: “Goheno nin. Ú-chebin Estel anim. Lle n'pedin edraith enni.”

* Forgive me. I’ve kept no hope for myself. You cannot save me.


[ I wrote this while listening to Damien Rice's 9 crimes. It such a beautiful song. *sniffle* And I'm so excited for their escape! ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[ Like I already said to Goldy, my LOTR-marathon gave me a flash of inspiration for SN, so consider this a bit of an extra post for Beör.. ]

Beör lay on his back in his cell, staring at the cavernous ceiling. It was high and, like everything in the cellblock, the dark rocks seemed to emit a sense of hopelessness. At some points scratchy lines were carved in the wall, forming a sort of calendar from back in the days that he’d still had attempted to keep track of time, or drawings, sometimes coherent and made to keep himself sane, or just scratches made in flashes of insanity.

Only then he realised how these few square centimetres had been his home, his sanctuary. His place to come back to, to crawl away in the shadow and hide. Would he soon be walking out, and leaving this familiarity, no matter how dark it was, behind? His resistance was great, yet Beör couldn’t ignore the plan, which Arawen had explained, that kept popping up in his mind..

A choice was presented to him. To leave or to stay. Fight or give in. Live or die. And he would die, that he knew, if he was to stay behind. Luthien would leave; her spirit and will to live were her guide and she’d chosen her path. If she left he would slowly, but surely perish, alone and embittered. Staying behind was not an option, but why was it that the only way left to take, was the most difficult?

Although life within him had faded, Beör’s knowledge had remained. He knew that crossing the plains of Gorgoroth, unnoticed and without many supplies, was near to impossible, let alone crossing the border to Gondor. Endless plains of ash, toxic fumes and scorching heat were not the only dangers they had to face. The Eye, the Nine and all servants of the dark Lord, like trolls, orcs and Fell Beasts would be set on finding the prisoners and those servants that had betrayed him. Dangers Beör was sure of they would encounter and of which he wanted to protect Luthien. He didn’t know whether her pure and sweet tempered nature could withstand so much evil, but all Beör wanted was to protect her from as much despair he’d experienced. Yet there was a growing doubt within him whether he was able to do so..

The long years had brought him near exhaustion and starvation, the resistance of the Mouth’s dark magic had worn him out. The wound on his back had never fully healed. Surviving had become a challenge in itself, but Beör had never wanted to acknowledge that. He had persisted, and he had only been able to believe that he would persist until the unknown end. Realisation now dawned to him that the journey through the scorched wasteland would be a too large a challenge.

Still, staying was not an option, and thus Beör would go. He would go and he would pursue without a word of complaint ever crossing his lips, he would give everything he had, just to see the sun and the sky before his time was up.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

[ Bumpidy Dump ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(Hey! I haven't forgotten about SN! It's my favorite RP, really. But with school in session my time has been cut, however this weekend looks pretty blank so hope for a post!)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

[ MAETH!! *huggles Mae to death* I'm so looking forward to your post! *explodes with excitement* ]

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Maethoriel's gaze was sharp as she stared at the brunette in front of her, but swiftly glazed as ideas and wayward musings clawed for attention. Her mind was scattering now after being held in check for so long without reprieve - the wizard would doubtless tell her that it was good for her health. She would be well served in the future to keep her thoughts her own thoughts and not errant pets clattering about her mind like knights in a jousting ring. Her dark look focused once more on the page in front of her and her head shook slightly like she was shaking away cobwebs. She found it vaguely amusing that that the wizard who was the advocate for keeping her thoughts in check had sparked one of her spirals out of the world of the waking, if only for a small moment.

Her head began to lifted a little as a low, rumbling chuckle began to spew from her cracked lips.

Focus! Her head snapped to attention, rigidly facing the map as if it had commanded her. Who knows? Perhaps it had.

"Good good, child," her words were murmured appreciation at Arawen's news. She knew she had succeeded, though. The girl was alive and standing in her room, if she had been stupid enough to be caught raiding coffers the Mouth would have chatted with her and left her a useless mass unable to feed herself.

"Route. Escape route, yes," she mused tracing her finger over the yellowed parchment and red ink decorating it. "Near Nurn, take the sea if we are forced. The Nine will not be searching for us...new...information has come to light that leaves Sauron greatly distracted. Though, it will obviously be our misfortune to meet them, I should say that it would not be too trying a task if it were not for their new steeds. Normally, I just unhorse them and they are fairly useless in a foot race, but enough of that. And the Great Spider could do with a bit of cutting, but the point of the matter," she stated coldly as if snarling at some unseen vision in front of her, "is that others will be following that path and it is not for us....No, no."

The woman was at war with herself once again. The overwhelming bite of magic that flowed through her burned and begged to be seen, to show what its masters wrought! She banished it forcefully, with a bang on the table.

"Now!" Her attention sparked again and she swirled suddenly from her rigid posturing to a quick pacing. Her boots clacked against the floor in her A pipe had been produced and lit from the depths of her cloak and was clutched between her teeth. She spoke around it, "Nurn is still enemy country, we will be wary. You will be in charge of the prisoners, say they are a trade for something with the Men of the Westfold. I shall say we are travelling until our paths fall away from the other. We make for a pass in the Mountain of Shadow. It is narrow, we shall have to travel single file, but it is short enough for a days ride if we start at dawn and have little incident. Then, we make a break across the plains of South Ithilien and head north towards Minas Tirith. If we make good time we may even accompany home friends."

She finished her speech and traced the route out with a gloved finger before collapsing into a chair and falling silent. Her eyes gazed from under the dark lashes, once more fixated on the other woman. They were impatient - awaiting a say.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me