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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 21:56:20 GMT
Doren travelled into the forest of Mirkwood many weeks after meeting Alatariel, whome he beleived to be the Lady E'vesash. He now sat in the ruins of Dul Guldur, dressed in his Dunedain garb and preparing a small camp.
He was rubbing two small sticks together and applying friction to an extremely dry stick. After checking the rising warmth of the stick he continued to apply friction. The moon was shining down on him as he thought quietly to himself what was to become of Middle Earth. He had only recently visited Aragorn after a misunderstood attack on Mithlond and he planned to visit Minas Tirith very soon to fight in a small tournament but now he was travelling to the elven city of Mirkwood far to the North.
(This is a private thread for Doren and Alatariel until they finish their conversations. once we leave it's open house.)
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 12, 2005 1:20:55 GMT
Alatariel meandered her way through the thick forest of Mirkwood. The darkness of the place comforted her...yet it seemed to have a mysteriousness to it. A beautiful mysteriousness. She pulled her dark hair back from her face, dropping it to fall down the back of her black velvety cloak. The night was crisp, so she was glad for the warmth that the fabric provided.
It was shortly thereafter, that she heard the soft noises of someone up ahead. As she stepped through the brush, she came nearly face to face with Doren...the man she'd met in Arnor. Then her thoughts split in two directions. A part of her was glad to see him, glad for another chance to talk...and yet, another part of her longed more than anything else to flee his presence. "Hello." She finally said, breaking the silence of the evening.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 1:26:20 GMT
Doren looked up to see her and in the split second of his destraction a lone spark propelled from the friction he was applying to the wood and landed on his finger, lightly burning his skin. He yelled out in pain and suprise and shook his hand to cool it in the crisp evening air. He smiled in embarassment and releif both to see the Lady E'vesash and that it wasn't a mercenarry sent from Rhun. I really do need to be less cautious. A ranger's caution is his own worst habit.
"Lady E'vesash, good evening! What brings you into the wilds of Mirkwood on this cold winter night?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 12, 2005 1:31:40 GMT
Alatariel smiled, stifling a laugh as the man cried out in pain. After all...who wouldn't be compelled to chuckle at the sight of a grown man yelping at a small spark. She drew herself nearer, and watched as he attempted to light a fire. "Well, the same reason I was drawn to Arnor, I suppose. I enjoy exploring the lands of Middle Earth." She smirked slightly as she looked down at the sticks. "And I see that I am not the only one who cannot construct a fire on such an evening."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 1:41:59 GMT
"Well I almost had one until you surprised me. I can construct a fire, after all I have travelled through the wilds of Middle Earth for many years. It seems there has been a recent rain and so it is more difficult than one would think. The wood is damp and so fire's are more difficult to make." Doren felt as if he needed to prove himself now. The female elf had taken the impression that he, a Dunedain Ranger, could not construct a small fire. Now he felt that he needed to prove himself and so he took up the sticks once more and mixed them with some dried pine needles that he kept in a small pouch on his waist. With the newly applied pressure over the pine needles a small flame became visible and began to feed off of the resources around it. Doren cleared all of the brush away from his small stack of pine needles and sticks so that the fire had no chance to grow, no matter how damp the forest was. "You see, I am useful." Doren laughed at his comment and gestured for Alatariel to come and join him. "So your travels have brought you to Mirkwood? What do you think of it so far?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 12, 2005 1:52:29 GMT
Alatariel grinned slightly as the fire began to kindle, and she followed Doren's gesture, moving in closer to the fire. She was grateful for the small amount of warmth it already offered. "Mirkwood? It is quite an enchanting forest. I've enjoyed its depths so far. Even meeting up with rangers that cannot build fires has not spoiled my visit." She grinned and seated herself next to the fire, warming her hands by it. "But, nay, I do not speak the truth...for a fine fire it has become, and already it takes the chill from my bones."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 1:56:28 GMT
"Always glad to be of service. Perhaps if luck be with us, we may share a pair of coneys. Who knows what the night will bring. Have you any skill with hunting? There are not many inns in Mirkwood aside from Ohtar's wich is far to the north of here in Mirkwood's elven city."
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 12, 2005 12:28:04 GMT
Alatariel glanced up from her seated position and shook her head. "My skill with a bow is not worth sharing." And with that she laughed softly. Alatariel had to keep herself from allowing her hand to rise to her throat in surprise...for so long had it been since she'd laughed. "Certainly you are better with one than I." She leaned back slightly and supported herself with her arms, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back as she awaited a response.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 12, 2005 13:33:35 GMT
Doren laughed aswell and hinted a gleam of surprise in Alatariel's eye. He looked towards her critically but only continued to laugh. "I am skilled with a bow but hadn't used one until only recently. Perhaps I shall find use for it tonight."
The night sky above them was glittering with stars and it seemed that small bats had left their homes to hunt from the sky. They circled above in a wild frenzy, silently stalking prey from the safety of the sky.
(Now what should they talk about? like i know they're talking alot but when does he find out again?)
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 16, 2005 21:16:23 GMT
Alatariel nodded. "Well, I hope you will." She leaned forward slightly and held her hands a bit closer to the flames to warm them. She was only just realizing how hungry she really was, and she sincerely hoped that Doren would catch something worth eating. (Well, hmmm...he can find out whenever you want I guess. If this is after the wedding of Leggy and Evy [cuz you said you were gonna have Doren go] he could sense something suspicious there...I dunno. Whatever you want.  ) |
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 16, 2005 23:28:36 GMT
Doren could see a longing look in Alatariel's eyes and it caused him to wonder. His question was immediately asked when a loud rumbling was heard and it seemed to be coming from Alatariel. He laughed knowing now that she was hungry and looked towards the forest and then to their small fire. "I shall go and search for some food for us to feast on."
He stood and walked into the forest. A small rustling was heard ahead of him and as he walked forward two rabbits leaped from the brush in blind terror as Doren approached. He had found their meal and so he notched two arrows in his Ash Bow of Ithilien. The two arrows found their mark in both of the clustered frabbits hinds. They fell to the ground in pain and anguish. Doren quickly rushed over to them and romoved his hunting knife to end their pain. A quick cut to their stomach and they were finally dead. He picked up their limp bodies and moved back toward their camp.
A small margin of time had passed before his arrival and he sat down next to Alatariel and placed the small carcasses on the ground. "I've found our dinner."
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 18, 2005 20:34:53 GMT
"Ah, wonderful." The maiden gave a half-hearted smile as the rabbits were placed upon the ground. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and watched as Doren seated himself as well. She took her gloves from her lap and placed them on the ground out of her way.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 18, 2005 20:42:32 GMT
Doren laughed to himself as he cut the rabbits' heads off and speared them with a rather sharp stick before placing them over the fire to cook. "I see you remember me this go around."
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 18, 2005 20:48:43 GMT
Alatariel glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and raised a brow in slight confusion. "Remember you? Why would I not remember you." She shrugged and returned her gaze ahead as she waited for Doren to explain himself.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 18, 2005 20:55:13 GMT
"Well at your wedding in Gondor you had no memory of me. Perhaps it was the confusion of the day, but never-the-less I am glad that it has passed. How has the marraige gone? I am curious to know how you have progressed with your new husband."
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