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Post by Elemmiire on Nov 3, 2004 7:03:10 GMT -5
The three went to Elemmire's quarters to discuse the journey. "We will need a lot of provisions." Looking at a map now, "We will also need a ship her," pointing at the map. "so as not to pass through gondor, they are hostile to me..."
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Post by Haerodiel on Nov 4, 2004 17:29:09 GMT -5
"Well that's not very nice," said Haerodiel staring at Gondor on the map. "Well where do you think we should start with packing? The food, or the weapons? And uh, I will probably need to be trained with some sort of weapon. Could maybe that be done on the journey? How about this," she steped back. "I'll pack food, and leave it to you two to pack weapons. Would that work?"
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Post by Elemmiire on Nov 5, 2004 17:15:35 GMT -5
"We will leave in two weeks. In that time you must learn to use a bow, at least. You will be given a knife, dagger, and bow. Leave the swords to us," Elemmire said to Haerodiel. "I, myself, will have 2 knives, a sword, a bow, at least 3 daggors, and a few throwing stars(my own little addition from my culture)." Elemmire began writing a list of things to pack: lembas, water, weapons...
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Post by [Aeria-Gloris] on Nov 9, 2004 5:07:15 GMT -5
“Your kin in Mirkwood bestowed upon me a fine Elven bow. It is more than adequate for my level of skill in that respect. If we go by horseback, I shall take the spear I recovered from the side of a feral warg that picked a fight with me on my way here. I thought that it must have been driven mad and escaped a battle with the Rohirrim before it found me. Iv kept the spear as a momento ever since but it is indeed a fine piece of work. I carry as stout a shield as is made by men. My Lebethron round-shield has been in my family for hundreds of years. If you look closely under a hunter’s moon, you will see my family’s emblem glitter as Ithildin, though it is not nearly as bright as it once was…” Walsingham said as an aside.
“My sword will hew a thousand Orcs in part before I even need sharpen it, but I found it of no use at all when it clashed with that of a higher enemy. Elven or Númenorean steel is all that will penetrate those shadows without killing the wielder. I am brave but I would prefer be alive after winning my next big fight please. What advice can you give me in attaining so rare an item?”
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Post by Elemmiire on Nov 13, 2004 13:37:46 GMT -5
"I have just the thing," replied Elemmire. And she went into the back room and came back quickly holding three swords. "My grandfather could forge the best swords I have ever seen in my life (which is a very long time). Sadly he has left me only with his great works. I was given ten great swords, as well as some other weapons. They are all great, beautiful things. Most have never seen battle. I will give this sword to you, for a promise. A promise of service and loyalty, as if you were my family. Do you accept?"
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Post by Lomadia on Nov 13, 2004 22:25:24 GMT -5
Meanwhile, on the council porch...
Elrond now turned to Halaheru and Lomadia. "Kinswomen, the council will now hear your concerns. Lady Halaheru, whose face has not been seen in Imladris for many years, please speak more fully to us of your discovery and of what the council may do to aid you."
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Post by [Aeria-Gloris] on Nov 16, 2004 11:26:43 GMT -5
Walsingham, with the tips of his fingers, took the sword from the maiden’s hands. He held it at almost arms length, with his elbows bent just slightly. Never in the 21 years of his life had he seen something so beautiful. To him, the shinny, twinkling blade flowed from the hilt like the calmest of upperland streams. Its long, slowly curving edges hypnotised him in the way that peering over the edge of a precipice did. Not a feeling of fear, but rather modesty and respect.
“I accept with every string of my heart. Never have I been honoured so truly. To be a Man considered family by an Elder is as high a level in this world as I could ever imagine to reach. I shall never falter in my duty to this task. My heart, my mind and this sword of swords is yours to command. I hear the finest of the Elder weapons have what Men would consider to be magical properties. Tell me, do these elven words at the base of the blade mean something to that effect, or is this the name of my sword?”
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Post by Elemmiire on Nov 16, 2004 16:47:04 GMT -5
"They say 'For the protection of my family'. Please keep it close to your heart, as it is to mine. You are now considered my family." said Elemmire. She looked at Haerodiel now. "Will you also take a vow?"
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Post by Haerodiel on Nov 17, 2004 13:55:09 GMT -5
"I shall take this vow. My preference to weapon would be a bow, but this sword seems as if anyone could use it, and use it well. I will be proud to carry it." She paused, and then spoke again. "But I don't really want a dagger. Maybe one for cooking, but I wouldn't prefer fighting so, uh, close hand." Then she waved her hand in the air like she was waving off something. "I'm getting off subject here."
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Post by Elemmiire on Nov 18, 2004 17:18:50 GMT -5
"Although it is best to keep a small weapon on you secretly, you don't need one. I'm sure we can find a suitable bow for you to use. What do the two of you think we'll need on the journey. What kind of food?" asked Elemmire.
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Post by Goblinglow on Nov 20, 2004 16:06:43 GMT -5
Halaheru bowed her head, then faced to the east. "My concern is why such a thing should be found on the outskirts of this forest, and whether or not it was put there purposefully or not. For all I know, it may well be a trick. But, that is what troubles me; I really know no more about it than what I have learned in the book."
She sighed and folded her arms. "What do you suggest?"
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Post by Haerodiel on Nov 21, 2004 18:25:56 GMT -5
"Well, we need not carry too much food, I have read much on the subject of finding food in the wild. I even have a recipe for a clover salad made with common out door things. That'll sure be handy."
(OOC: finding food in the wild is actually a intrest of mine, and I actually do have a recipe for clover salad!)
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Post by Lomadia on Nov 24, 2004 0:43:42 GMT -5
Elrond bowed his head. "The reason that this strange artifact was found so near to Imladris is a reason which must be left to myself and my close counselors to discover. However, I believe that more information about the object must be procured in order for us to fully understand the purpose of its being here. Great though the library of Imladris is, I fear that the knowledge to be found here will be of little use in such a case. "With the will of the Council, I wish to send a small party to Minas Tirith in the South Kingdom. And unless your disposition has changed since last we met, I dare say you, Halaheru, my ladykin, will be more than eager to lead this party." Halaheru's face brightened. "Will the Council assent to such a motion?" The council agreed. "Yet Halaheru will need companions on a journey which has so recently become perilous. I suggest that my kinswoman Lomadia be one of these companions." Lomadia, who had been standing quietly on the edge of the porch, now stood up straighter. "My lord?" she said disconcertedly. "Lomadia, I know that the prospect of exploring the great library of Minas Anor alone would be temptation enough to such a scholar as yourself. Yet the supplication of the Council of Imladris as well as your Lord will surely persuade you to accompany your longtime friend Halaheru on her journey. Will you consent?" Lomadia looked around the council, nonplussed. Taking a breath, she said. "If it is indeed the will of the council, I will gladly go to Minas Tirith on this journey." "The council thanks you, Lomadia, and wishes you both success in your endeavor. As for the rest of your party, I suggest that you join the company bound for Harad. When you reach the Gap of Rohan, you will turn eastward. If this is all that you wish of the council, perhaps you will want to join that group in planning your expedition." The two Elves did Elrond a courtesy and left the council porch. Both were silent as they walked down the corridor to Elemmiire's quarters: Lomadia from distraction, Halaheru from anticipation. They finally reached Elemmiire's door. Halaheru knocked on the door.
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Post by [Aeria-Gloris] on Nov 24, 2004 4:39:34 GMT -5
“Food? Why I’m as easy as they come in that respect” Although Walsingham was not a fat man, he was certainly well fed and showed no sign of ever being short of food during his time in the wilds. “When I range in the northern realms, my preference is always the elven supplies I can get my hands on which I supplement with whatever I can hunt. My bottles of spices and herbs make any meal manageable. My preference to elven food has always been there. My time in Gondor was a painful one with regard to my stomach. Apart from the rare feast, I would live on broths and stews. I so missed flavours. On this journey, I shall eat whatever is goi…”
*Knock, Knock*
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Post by Goblinglow on Nov 24, 2004 16:24:15 GMT -5
'I hope all fares well,' she thought as she awaited an answer. She glanced at Lomadia, who's face was grave, yet thoughtful as well. 'I hope I have not displayed a bad image.'
She straightened and folded her arms.
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