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Post by Elemmiire on Aug 26, 2004 13:58:07 GMT -5
Elemmiire rides down the mountainside into Rivendell. She has come to council with Lord Elrond about her country. On her way in she meets some interesting Elves.
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Post by Lomadia on Sept 4, 2004 0:18:45 GMT -5
Crossing a bridge over a swiftly flowing stream, Elemmiire rides through a high stone arch into a quiet courtyard. A small fountain bubbles gently in the center. To Elemmiire's left, a narrow flight of stone steps descends into what must be the house's gardens. An Elf-maiden is climbing the steps into the courtyard. The Elf is dark-haired, brown-eyed, and altogether unremarkable. She wears a green gown and has a somber bearing. Seeing Elemmiire, the Elf approaches and speaks. "Mae govannen, stranger. I am Lomadia of the house of Elrond." Elemmiire bows to the Elf and replies, "My name is Elemmiire. Elen sila lumenn omentielvo." Lomadia says, "Greetings, Elemmiire. What business have you in Imladris?"
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Post by Elemmiire on Sept 4, 2004 7:44:49 GMT -5
"I have come to seek refuge and to council with Lord Elrond," replies Elemmiire. Elemmiire is very tall with long dark hair, tan skin and blue eyes. As Lomadia looks into the Elf's eyes she is reminded of the sea. "I have travelled far and am in need of rest."
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Post by Haerodiel on Sept 4, 2004 17:43:22 GMT -5
Haerodiel hears voices beneath her room in Rivendell, one of which she has never heard before. She sneaks out of her room and a little closer to listen.
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Post by Elemmiire on Sept 6, 2004 15:51:51 GMT -5
Elemmiire hears something stir, but ignores it and continues to talk. "Is there somewhere I may rest a while?"
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[Aeria-Gloris]
Craft-smith
Chieftain of the D?nedain
Race - Gondorian
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Post by [Aeria-Gloris] on Sept 7, 2004 11:39:13 GMT -5
Watching all this unnoticed is a man of the Dúnedain.
Walsingham sits in a high-backed chair on a balcony above the courtyard reading his book. Jack Walsingham is a tall, heavily-built man with jet black, spiked hair and a scar across his right eyebrow. He wears the beautiful elven gowns given to him as a gift from Elrond but would rather be in his ‘striding’ wears. On the chest beside him is his usual ankle length green waxed canvas coat with a fox and mink fur hood. Propped against the foot of his bed is a dark-stained, lacquered chest-plate, but never far away, hanging across the back of his chair is his old round embossed wooden shield and his broad hand-and-a-half sword with a worn red leather grip.
He has been in the haven for 10 weeks now looking for answers to some of the mysteries that would help him fight the enemy. His last encounter with darkness was almost his last. He owes his life to the Elves for saving him and will never again let his ignorance and inexperience of youth betray him.
After seeing the arrival of the newcomer, he decides that it is as good a time as any for a break from his study. Walsingham extinguishes his long clay pipe and steps out onto the landing to see Heodrien slip out of sight in the direction of the courtyard.
Not wanting to appear too interested in the goings on of the elves, Walsingham picks up his book to return to the library (the route to which will take him in the same direction as Heodrien…)
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Post by Haerodiel on Sept 8, 2004 13:23:59 GMT -5
(ooc: It's Haerodiel, not Heodrien ) 'A stranger!' Haerodiel thinks to herself. She is getting excited. 'What if she... Another elf, so maybe I...' She let sout a gasp. 'Hmmm, well, if she is given a room, I think I know which one it will be,' and sneaks off to a long cut to the room.
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Post by Lomadia on Sept 12, 2004 1:41:25 GMT -5
In the courtyard, Lomadia looked carefully into Elemmiire's face. She perceived that this Elf had travelled long and far, and that though she sought something of great importance, she was very weary. "Certainly, I shall bring you to a room. You may rest there as long as you have need, and then I will take you to speak with the Lord Elrond, if he so wishes it." Motioning for Elemmiire to follow, Lomadia ascended another stair leading into the house, then turned down a corridor. The last pale gleams of daylight streamed into the hallway from behind the mountains. Lomadia walked somberly down the slowly dimming passage until she came to a nondescript doorway. Opening it, she turned to Elemmiire and said, "These will be your chambers for your stay. I hope you find them comfortable." Lomadia then stood aside for Elemmiire to enter her room.
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Post by Haerodiel on Sept 12, 2004 12:28:04 GMT -5
Haerodiel heard motion around the corner, and looked. There they were, the very room. She waited until the door was closed and Lomadia was out of sight, and started down towards the room.
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Post by Elemmiire on Sept 14, 2004 17:28:26 GMT -5
Elemmiire went into the room and thanked Lomadia. She closed the door behind her and threw herself on the bed. Elemmiire was exhausted. She knew this was a safe place to rest. She suddenly sat up. She had heard something in the bushes. A fear came over her as her mind put her back in her homeland. A knock at the door brought her back to herself.
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Post by Haerodiel on Sept 17, 2004 16:35:14 GMT -5
Haerodiel knocked on the door and waited. When it opened, she said, "Venduí*! Welcome to Rivendell! I am Haerodiel. May I talk with you?"
venduí - greetings
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Post by Goblinglow on Sept 17, 2004 19:20:57 GMT -5
((Is it alright if I join this RP? I've never played an Elf before and...I think it might be kind of fun. ^_^ ))
Halaheru gently landed on the ground. She let the deep brown horse go free and blessed many thanks to him.
She smiled slightly and regarded a tall nearby waterfall with awe. She always admired them.
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Post by Lomadia on Sept 24, 2004 23:37:41 GMT -5
Passing the courtyard on her way to her chambers, Lomadia saw that another traveler had arrived. The tall Elf alighted from her brown horse, whispered into his ear, then let go his reins. The horse wandered off in the direction of the stables, finding his way as easily as if he had been quartered there before. This, and the fact that the Elf-maiden looked around the courtyard with a smile of friendly recognition, would lead an onlooker to believe that the newcomer was, in fact, no stranger in Imladris, though her face had not, perhaps, been seen there in many years. As Lomadia descended the steps into the courtyard, she called out a greeting to the Elf. "Welcome, my friend, to the house of Elrond." Then, with a small smile, "It has been too many years, Halaheru, mellon nin."
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Post by Goblinglow on Sept 25, 2004 15:53:21 GMT -5
Halaheru looked to the approaching Elf and bowed her head in grettings. "Vedui, mellon nin," she smiled. "How has Lomadia fared these past years?" Her eyes shone.
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Post by Elemmiire on Sept 28, 2004 16:47:16 GMT -5
"Vendui'! Yes, please come in. I am The... I am Elemmire," she relived she could not yet tell her entire identity as of yet. "And how might you be? Are you from this land?"
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