Fearan rubbed his neck. He had slept badly last night and it was sore. He spotted Thire. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly. "You look worried."

After a little thinking, Aearion got up, and walked back into the stables looking for Atalante,

"Atalante? You still in here?"

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Atalante appeared from Hwesta's stall, with an inquisitive look. "Mmm?" she said. "Oh, yes, I'm here."

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Keep in mind, guys - the forces of Celeborn and Thranduil destroyed Dol Guldur during the War of the Ring, and then Celeborn and Thranduil split Eryn Lasgalen between them, so there should be elves of Lorien down near the old location of Dol Guldur.

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Tarannon walked up to the others by the stables.

"Mae Govannen, Eruraina en Edhil," he said, bowing in greeting. He glanced around the stable, his gaze pausing on the horses by every person, and sighed. Horses just were not his thing. He could ride them, use his sword from them, and hit dead center on a target fifty paces off while on them, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it.

"While you enjoy grooming your horses, I am going hunting--on foot. I want a fresh meal tonight, not some meat that has been preserved for several weeks. Who wants to come with me?" he asked.

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Try not to post a bunch of pages without me having a chance to post again, please, everybody....it gets tiring having to read up on everything every time I have a chance to get online.

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Aearion headed over to where Atalante was, patting Morel on his way there.

"Oh, I really didn't want anything, I thought I heard you leave to the palace, and I hadn't a clue what you would be doing there..." He trailed off and then shook his head, "Oh nevermind. It was nothing." He paused, and gently put a hand on Hwesta, "Atalante, where did you get Hwesta? He seems farmiliar..."

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((Thanks, Aerandir - I wasn't aware of that. But hadn't all (or all except the ones here ) the Elves gone to Valinor? And yeah, we'll try to slow down ))

"Hwesta? He was given to me in Rohan, but I don't know much else about him." Atalante slipped out of the stall. "I don't know what I'm thinking - I had a whole list of things that need to be done in the Palace and it's already midmorning."

She looked at Tarannon with a smile. "Fresh meat would be very much appreciated, but I fear my limited skills would hinder you more than help you to get it."

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Not all of the elves left for Valinor. All of the Noldor left before Galadriel and Elrond, but many Silvan and Sindarin elves stayed. There were still Elves around when they were just a myth to men, so they did stick around for quite some time. I doubt all the Lorien elves who moved to Eryn Lasgalen would have been gone by now - there would probably be some, at least, still down there.

Thanks for trying to slow down, too.

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Tarannon shrugged. "I do not think they would hinder so much as you might think - you have far keener eyes and ears than I do, and it only takes one arrow to bring down a deer," he said. "But, if you do not feel like going hunting right now, and there are no others who would go, then I shall go alone.

It was no big deal for the Ranger to travel the forest alone - he had done it many times, and his skill with a bow was only little less than that of an elf - better than some, actually, because even the Elder Children needed to learn the weapon, though they had a greater talent for it.

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((Okay, thanks for clearing that up I shall tweak the plot I have in mind accordingly. Atalante's mortal, by the way, not Elven, so Tarannon's probably just as good or better than she is))

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Aerion nodded slowly and continued to pet the horse after Atalante left.

"Hmm... I know you from somewhere, mellon nin..." He then heard Atalante's comment on 'things to do' Aearion sighed as he remembered the errends he was supposed to run for his father.

"Well, this will have to wait until later, mellon. Narmarie." With that he spun on his heel and headed for the stable door, unfortunatly, the wind had shut it closed. He ran into it with a loud thud, and his hand emedietly shot to his face, while muttering several curses to the 'wreched piece of ancient wood', as he called it. "Who shut that thing anyway..." He still mutered as he walked off slowly toward the main city.

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When Aearion ran into the stable door, Vanwawen, who had been grooming Tambe, ran to his aid.
"Aearion, are you allright? The wind blew the doors shut. Here let me help you up." Vanwawen's voice was smoother than Eruraina's, and more fluid. Eruraina's voice was rouph and cracked with the traveling, unlike Vanwawen who stayed in one place more.
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Eruraina flinched when Aearion fell, she saw Vanwawen run to his aid. Turning to Tarannon, she said, "I will join you in your hunt. My legs need more exercise than horsebackriding, anyway."

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"I'm fine." Thire answered. He changed the subject. "It feels good to be out riding again-those short daily rides I was taking back at Mirkwood weren't enough to satisfy my wandering instincts."

Aearion nodded, and let Vanwawen help him up, mostly because he didn't know which way was up at the moment.

"I am fine, that has happened more times than I can count, but it hasn't happened recently... Until now of course. I shall have a nice big knot on my head in a couple of hours..." He brushed of the hay that was on his arms, and then turned to Vanwawen, "Hannon le, mellon nin, You are very kind." He smiled and then his head tilted slightly, "Are you from Eryn Lasgalen, Vanwawen?"

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I agree" Fearan replied. It feels good to get in the saddle again.

"I actually from here... I was born here in the Mirkwood palace. I was pretty much raised here," Vanwawen said to Aearion...

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"Speed up back there!" came Meleth's voice, slightly irritable. "We'll need to be much closer than we are before nightfall!"

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"I see..." Aearion said, and his blind face looked down to the ground sadly as he remembered his parents. "I was born here as well...." He turned away, not wanting to be pressed about it, though he doubted that she would. He leant agaist a wall for a while, thinking about his parents, and what he could remember of them.

"Be strong, my little star. You will see me again."

"How long, ada?"

"I don't know, tithen pen..."

"Oh. I suppose that means a long long time, huh?" The older man sighed.

"Yes, Ion nin. But know this," he leaned in closer, "I will always be with you, because my love with always be right here." He put his hand over his son's small chest, covering his heart. The little boy's eyes began to water, and his chin started quivering as he cast blind eyes downward. He then launched himself at the elder elf for a tight hug, holding on wanting never to let go.

"I will miss you, ada."

"I know, and I will miss you... But I will see you again, and we will all be together. You, your nana, and I. And by then, you will be the tall strong elf I know you will be." He ruffled his son's long hair. The small elfling hugged his ada tighter as another elf approached.

"I love you ada." Tears began to fog up the elder elf's vision, and he held his son closer.

"I love you too, Aearion" ...

Aearion put his hand up to clear his eyes, and then his ears filled with the sounds of Eryn Lasgalen. He remembered with a prolonged sigh his errands, and Turned to Atalante, who happened to be near,

"Atalante, would you mind coming with me to the market? I have to buy some... meterials for Ada and I cannot tell what is what..." He let his voice fade off, it still a little sad from his memories.

((Wow. SOOOO sorry about the looooong post.... ))

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