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Post subject: Posted: May 25th, 2007, 5:43 am |
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Joined: 13 August 2005 Posts: 923 Location: South Africa, the bottom end of nowhere important...
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*Sen was walking back to where he was to stay, when he saw a faint shimmer in the forest. It was Galadriel, and Gandalf stood beside her. Gandalf beckoned him over, and Sen complied, walking off the path, and walked alongside them in silence.*
Do you know why we have called you?
*Galadriel's voice rang out, breaking the silence.*
No, Lady Galadriel, I do not.
*Gandalf smiled slightly, as they stopped in a clearing.*
You have been called because this is a turning point; events have been set in motion that can either spell victory as complete as never before, or doom for us all. A great burden has been placed on your shoulders, and the shoulders of those who go with you. Yet there is a greater burden that we must place on your shoulders.
*Sen nodded, and knelt before them.*
Tell me what I must do.
*Galadriel spoke again, as she placed her hand on his forehead.*
From the east comes another force, smaller, yet many times more deadly. They, too, wish to join with Maleon, and through that, Sauron. They must be destroyed, or you line may surely be broken. You must do this, for they are led by something from your past.
*Sen clenched his fists. There was only one thing that this new enemy could be.*
I will do it, Gandalf and Galadriel. They shall not bring their destruction here.
*Gandalf nodded.*
Then you may go, and rest for tomorrow. Our hopes go with you.
*Sen nodded, bowed, and left Galadriel and Gandalf alone in the clearing.*
_________________ "True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire
(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost!  )
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Post subject: Posted: May 25th, 2007, 8:58 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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" Do you have many scars like that one?" Midira asked Deawen shrugged slightly as a gesture of yes " I have two scars on my neck from a fight with a dwarf " Deawen said pulling the shirts collar down alitle. and sure enough right on the collar bone was a jagged scar and another running down her left shoulder. " did you win that fight?" Midira asked eagerly Deawen chuckled uneasily " no, He ran away before i could..." " Dwarves are a horrid sort" Midira cut in Deawen sat silent suddenly " well they can be very difficult to kill " Midira began lacing up the tunic " is it true that Elsents can breathe Fire?" Midira asked Deawen was getting annoyed by all the questions but she answered " I do not know i guess i will find out" " Whats it like to wield fire?" " where is your family?" " why do you not have a Husband yet I thought All humans married at a younger age than you" and so the questions poured in Deawen answered each but the last one " I have no answer for that" Midira didn't look convinced " surely you love someone " Deawen started to grow defensive " I do" but to Deawen's relife Midira dropped the question.
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 25th, 2007, 10:07 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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(Deawen, I'm gonna copy you a bit...forgive me it it is long.)
Morwen arrived at her bower out of breath and flushed, only to find an elf, a different one than the first, looking at her armour and other 'nasties'. She didn't notice Morwen come in. "Excuse me?" Morwen said, clearing her throat. The elf jumped a bit and dropped the helmet. "I'm sorry...um...I'm here to assist you to get ready for...the night." Words came slowly to her tongue. Morwen changed her attitude a bit. "Oh, of course. I'm sorry. What is your name?" The elf answered, "I am called Pandothiel." Morwen smiled, and the usual get-ready-for-bed routine began. Pandothiel asked abruptly, "May I ask you some...questions?" Morwen froze a bit. "I suppose." The stream of questions began:
P: "How old are you?"
M: "23* years. Yourself?"
P: "473. What about your home? Do you have family?"
M: "Well, I grew up in a small hamlet in the Wesfold. I have one living brother, one dead brother, and two dead parents." (She was blunt. She didn't like to talk about her family.)
P: "You have no husband or children?"
M: (Morwen frowned.) "No. Why in the wide world would you ask that?"
P: "No...um...disrespect, but you are old for an unmarried woman." (Pandothiel shook out her party dress and folded it carefully, leaving Morwen standing, feet together and arms out.)
M: "That's a rather private question."
P: "I'm sorry! You don't have to answer."
M: "No, it's fine. War ruins many plans. My..." (she blanched) "...he is in the cavalry. I have no children. It wouldn't be proper for someone of my rank and station to have children, anyway, I suppose."
Pandothiel helped slide a nightgown over Morwen's head, ending the conversation. She stepped back, hands together, and said nothing. "Well..." there was an awkward silence, "I think I'll go to sleep now." Pandothiel nodded, but didn't leave. "You can go," Morwen said, almost posing it as a question. Pandothiel nodded and said, "Goodnight, Lady Morwen." She turned and left, leaving Morwen wondering exactly what had just happened. Her thoughts turned to sentimental matters that she had avoided pondering for a long time.
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 8:28 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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( thats ok I thought it was a funny question...hehehee)
It wasn't long before Midira picked the question back up " Does this person love you back?" Deawen cringed and did not answer there was a soft knock at the door and When Midira answered it in came Parmatur. Deawen jumped up alarmed she stood rigid. Parmatur Jumped back as well usure of Deawen's intentions. Deawen sighed and relaxed only a little she retreated to a chair in the middle lof the room. Midira side glanced Parmatur they conversed in elvish which sounded irritated and commanding but in the end Parmatur won the battle of words. " My brother Parmatur wishes to ask you questions about your kind and maybe answer i few of your own questions" she said it awkwardly as Deawen watched both of them like a cat in a dark room her eyes glinting annoyance. Midira said something to her brother and stalked out the door leaving The Elf who now stood his full height to deal with Deawen. Parmatur first started with dilects trying to find Deawen's native tounge. after a few tounges that Deawen had never heard she rested her chin on the arm of her chair " what in the valars name are you doing?" Deawen asked haughtly Parmatur jolted and took a step forward he was clearly pleased that they had a languge they could easily converse in but Deawen didnt see the glory of this she just sat idily. " My.. name is Parmatur....You must be.. Deawen ELsent the last Elsent yes?" Deawen looked up at him " yes" she answered. " good.. um ok where to begin Where were you born?' " In THe westfolde " Parmatur looked like he could burst from his excitement. " How many years are you?" " 22"
he wrote this down on a parchment giddy as a school boy " You are so small are all elsents this small?" Deawen grew defensive " No just me" " this is extrordinary your features are propotional you are not stocky but slender and your hands!" Deawen instinctivly pulled her hands closer to her but Parmatur was faster he snatched her hand and turned it over he exaimened her fingers then let go and qukickly made a note. " surprising you have no husband by now " he commented Deawen glared " what is with Husbands! I have survived this long without one..." Deawen hissed Parmatur looked stunned " You are the last Elsent if you die so does the the Bloodline" Deawen stood up " then maybe it's time has come to end, I will not be married off just to pass on a bloodline that has so far caused more problems than solve them!" Deawen stormed off but was stopped by Parmatur " Thats what your Ansestress said as well but she passed the bloodline on before she met her end" Deawen did not turn but stayed still " yet she did not live to see what her mistake had done..." Deawen answered
(i wanted to post something so i wrote de longest post. )
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 4:10 pm |
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Joined: 13 August 2005 Posts: 923 Location: South Africa, the bottom end of nowhere important...
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(You both have all the fun.)
*Sen walked the slow way home, taking in the sights, the sounds, the very smell of the forest itself. He sighed to himself. It had been too long, too long since he had a home. Without warning, an elf fell into step beside him. Sen smiled slightly, and greeted him.*
Well, hello, cousin.
*Sen's cousin smiled slightly, and replied.*
As intuitive and alert as ever, Sen. Tell me, one more raindrop amidst a tempest would not be too troublesome, would it?
*Sen stopped walking, and turned to his cousin.*
No. I cannot allow it. I-
*The cousin cut in, mirroring Sen's thoughts.*
-do not wish for another raindrop to fall? I feel the same. You have lost too much, too much for anyone to bear. Would I be able, I would share this burden of yours, if only to make your shoulders a little lighter. Very well then, but do not begrudge me this; allow me to go on as record keeper, along with another. Parmatur is his name, and he is most inquisitive. I have half a mind to think he will be paying a visit to you later, and the other half agrees.
*Sen shook his head slightly, and, breathing deaply, continued to walk.*
Very well. Promise me this; you will not fight, and you will not die.
*Ealurin smiled as he walked away.*
One can only hope of a good future, cousin. One cannot see it. I will see you on the morrow.
*Sen nodded, and bid his cousin farewell as he left. As he reached home, he grabbed a cup and filled it by a fountain. The cold water was what he needed. He was tired, tired of so many things. He sat back on a pile of cussions, and began to sing softly to himself, an old song of mourning and hope from his home.*
_________________ "True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire
(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost!  )
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 4:41 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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( we do not have all the fun we just know how to enjoy life...)
Deawen stalked down the stairs of her room They don't understand.. they never will.. quick to make desision sending others to do their work never ends well. Does this battle frighten me more than death himself or am I forseeing what may come to pass? Deawen stopped near a fountain she looked at the water and shuddered He isn't placing me in harms way he trusts me to fight and hold my own.. I must hold my own or all is lost.. Deawen's mind flashed from one thought to the next her mind was sharp despite the drink she had that night. Parmatur stood above Deawen on a platform he watched as she paced from stairs to fountain. he noted that her Medallion seemed to give off a light. Deawen stopped and pulled out a fan she often carried she twirled it as if it was a preformance. she brought her fan out in front and her other hand followed then in an uppward arc then swept down she felt calm and relaxed as her hands became alined a Bold of Lightening shot from her fingertips singing the fan Followed by a Loud Clap of thunder Deawen stood shocked she couldn't breath for moment to stunned by the action. Parmatur too was stunned he quickly scribbled down notes and was once again as giddy as a school boy. Deawen couldn't believe what she just did she didn't even notice the sun's rising.
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 5:02 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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Morwen didn't feel good. She awoke as the sun rose, as usual, but couldn't really go through with the her duties of patriotic ceremony with any enthusiasm. She pulled the golden goblet as best she could from her bag and poured a sloppy libation to the rising sun, only taking a very small sip. She fumbled her way into a dress and stumbled down the stairs to where she'd eaten yesterday. She sat down in a chair and put her head on her amrs and groaned.
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 5:17 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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Deawen finaly snapped out of her fright and recovered her senses. she wildly looked around no one had seen her she dashed across the lawn up a few more stairs to where morwen Sat groaning " good morning " Deawen said softly her voice shaky
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 5:22 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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Morwen looked up. "Why are you yelling at me?" she asked angrily. "Oh, my head!" She let her hand crawl to a slice of bread and brought it to her mouth. "Please, just kill me!"
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 5:27 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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Deawen couldn't help smiling even though inside she shook like a leaf. Deawen saw the sun climbing in the sky and sighed she found two goblets " one for me and one for the sun" she mumbled she tipped the first goblet spilling the contents the second she drank. Deawen dashed back to Morwen " Morwen!" Deawen hissed loudly in morwen's ear
" Did you hear a clap of thunder a few minutes ago?" she asked eagerly
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 5:37 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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"No, but right now I hear you, loud as a trumpet, right in my ear!"
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 10:16 pm |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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"ge hieran hwæþer þe ne?" (you hear or not)Deawen hissed again slipping into her childhood tounge. "þæt gelac grymetian!" (the rolling roar) " ic hreðerbealo" ( i am distressed) Deawen said struggling with the words she had not spoken since she was a child.
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 26th, 2007, 10:43 pm |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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"Na. Hwa se hleoðor? (No. What is this sound?)" Morwen forced herself to take a sip of water to help the bread go down more easily. It made her feel a bit better.
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: May 27th, 2007, 8:01 am |
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"Argh" Deawen sank into a low whisper " a few minutes ago there was a clap of thunder with no clouds, How is this possible? " Deawen bit her nails " you know as well as i it's not possible, but what if someone created it?"
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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Post subject: Posted: May 27th, 2007, 10:34 am |
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Joined: 07 July 2005 Posts: 1222 Location: Blue-Girl-in-a-Red-State, USA
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"I don't know, and right now, quite honestly, all I really care about is sleeping in quiet darkness!" As she said this, one of the elf servers came by and set down a small silver tray with a small snifter on it. "Drink this, Captain Morwen. It will help." Morwen just looked at her and didn't take the cup. The elf sighed and mumbled, "Fírima riel..." She forced the cup in front of Morwen and said forcefully, "Drink, you will feel better." She left, slightly offended. Morwen stared down the glass and took a sip. Immediately, it felt like a brook had been channelled through her head, washing away the pain. She finished the snifter and sat up. "Thank goodness! Where the elf go, I must thank her!" Morwen began to eat ravenously.
_________________ Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign
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Post subject: Posted: May 27th, 2007, 10:42 am |
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Joined: 05 July 2005 Posts: 3353 Location: My stables
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cursian þu and eower drincan Morwen dohtor of slæp!" (curse you and your drink morwen daughter of sleep!)
Deawen got up and stormed away she had to see Bredol to make sure he was faring well.
Bredol made such a rucus at Deawen's arrival he stamped and snorted tossed his head about. Deawen stroaked his nose affectionatly but she still feared her hands afraid she might create the rumbling roar again.
_________________ Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes
as always a hero comes home
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