The White Tower Pub and Inn

[vanya]

Arwens face darkened. "Ilmare... wouldn't surprise me, if she has her finger in it. And this Megloren... Evil raises my love,l and I fear your concern about Eomund might be right."

[Envin]

"We shall see, dear one. We shall see. Let us trust in our love and the uprightness of they who champion righteousness, and we shall not go astray. Come, tired thou must be. Shall we go home and rest?"

[vanya]

Arwen nodded and followed her husband out of the Inn.

[Ilmare]

- some times later -
Lady Ilmare entered the White Tower Pub and went to the Innkeeper. She waved at him, ordered a wine and set herself at the bar. "I have heared Minas Tirith is holding Trials of the Lords and Ladies? I like to participate and hered this is the place to apply for them. So, well, I do apply now." She opened her cape and made herself comfortable, awaiting the response of the Innkeeper.

[Envin]

The inn's stable boy happened to be inside at the time, and he made as if to go and help the pretty lady, but was rudely shoved under the table by the large landlord, who, truth be told, did not need to shove a'purpose to knock people down as he passed. He bumbled up to Ilmare and took his hat off stammering at her beauty, for her lips were red and full, and her eyes keen and piercing. He stuttered out an answer and remembered little of it later, so taken with her was he, but Ilmare was able to learn that a match was beginning at once, and she would face Lord Leafbow upon the field that day. She thanked the man, and the landlord, apparently dismissed, turned away saddened, but was taken aback at the sight of his goodly wife standing on the stairs looking askance at him, a'slapping a rolling pin into her hand.

The landlord took off running.

[~Tom~]

Murazor pushed open the doors as they creeked inwards , wind blowing his robes everywhere, his face hidden by the shaddow of his hood , then the doors shut with a sudden , bang ,and he pushed his hood back off his head , and he looked round and made his way to the bar.
He put down a few coins on the table and said " Ale" the man rushed to get him an ale and slipped the coins into his bag , and gave Murazor his ale , then Murazor said " Wiat" he leaned closer to the bar keeper and said " What is this tournement about,"
"Sir , there relauching the trials, ive heard the reward is hansome indeed," he said almost grinning then Murazor said " How do i enter in this tournement"
"You just sign here " said the barkeeper pushing forth a quill and paper
Murazor scibbled furiously and said "Very well"
The man said " Now we wait for approval"

[Legolas]

Legolas entered the pub once again during the course of the week. He approached the innkeeper, asking whence he might come to be admitted to the Trial of Lords? The landlord handed him a piece of paper, already signed with three names, those of the lord Ashuron Leafbow, Ilmare of Enedwaith, and Murazor Bauglir.

Legolas nodded. Murazor would be a might challenger indeed. He signed his name with the dark blue ink, setting down the paper once finished.

"It shall be a tournament indeed, and who in Minas Tirith can withstand the offer of performing before the king of Gondor?"

The innkeeper nodded without paying much attention, rushing off as Legolas left, having secured a place in the challenge.

[Gurherdir]

As one of the younger staff of the tavern to the accumulated trash into the bin out-back, he was knocked over by a huge wolf, none other than Gurherdir, who placed a clawed paw over his throat. "Listen well, for I hold in my paws the power to destroy you or let you live. When you return into the pub, go straight to the list of competitors for this Trial of Lords. Enter the name Gurherdir, for I can't go in and do it myself. And tell no-one that you met me here." Here the wolf pointed to a sign hanging next to the tavern's enterance. 'No pets,' it read and Gurherdir gave a snarl of hatred towards the sign, for it had implied that he was no more than a common dog. The boy nodded and Gurherdir removed his paw. The boy ran back into the pub and added Gurherdir to the list.

OOC: I'd prefer it if Gurherdir was placed as far away from Ashuron on the bracket of tournament line-ups as possible, I'd hate to have to fight myself.

[Legolas]

Legolas took his seat near to Murazor, watching the ruler sit, in silence, after having entered upon the competition.

Soon after, another person entered, a young boy, who went to the list, adding thus another name. Leaning over, Legolas observed it in silence. It had a foul ring to it, and even the letters seemed to scream in hate.

Putting his hand upon the boy's shoulder, he asked about it, "Young one, 'tis your name written upon the parchment thus?"

The boy shook his head, "Nay, but I cannot say to whom it belongs, only that it is not I."

Legolas released the boy, peering at the name intently. He felt he had heard it before, and yet, nothing came to mind to awaken any thoughts as to who it might be. Strange...'twas the only thought that came to mind.

[~Tom~]

"Something wrong Lord Greenleaf " said Murazor looking forwards , but shifted his eyes to the right so he could see legolas.

[Legolas]

Legolas turned slightly to watch Murazor, "Perhaps. Maybe you have heard this name before young Murazor. The person goes by the name, Gurherdir... I have yet to recall such a name, though it strikes me as altogether wicked. No matter...we shall know soon enough, when this mysterious warrior comes to the tournament.

But perhaps you'd care to admit my victory now Murazor, seeing as how we are likely to be fighting each other," Legolas said with a laugh.

[~Tom~]

Murazor shuddered as the name sent tingles down his spine and he said " He was a servent of my farther , i know not of what he looks like but the name i remember , it was a name of fear an death beyond comparison "

Then he laughed and said " Theres no worry , his names probally scaryier then he is , but oh well if you want to submit now i wont think anyless of you , of course i wont go easy on you , and il try not to mes sup your pretty face " he grinned as he said the last part .

[Legolas]

Legolas laughed heartily, "I believe I've seen far more of war than yourself young Murazor. It is you who should watch out, still, I believe you will be good competition, and I wish you the best of luck in our match."

[~Tom~]

"And i believe im much , much older then you my tree hugging friend , but we will let the fighting talk begin when were inm t he match" he said

[Envin]

ash2 said:

I'd prefer it if Gurherdir was placed as far away from Ashuron on the bracket of tournament line-ups as possible, I'd hate to have to fight myself.

^Not a prob.


The Landlord, his ears smarting right sore from his wife and her rolling pin, bustled about adding names, and sending his stable boy (with a cuff on the back of the head, still indignant that he made as if to serve Ilmare) to add the names to the list upon the door to the Citadel, where all could see them.

Aragorn entered the Inn after a long day of audience, and at once espied Legolas and Murazor seated in the corner. His face brightened, and up he strode to them. He sat himself down without waiting for an invitation, but the other did not mind, for now more pleasant talk they would share. The innkeeper walked over soon after, not needing to ask his lord for his order, for the King was known in this Pub, and his likes written down in the kitchen. The innkeeper brought cold apples and sharp cheese, and warm bread and honey, and a cool amber lager in a tall glass. Aragorn offered his comrades the food, but witheld the drink, and when his belly was filled he pulled from seemingly nowhere a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. He tamped and lit it, and send smoke rings high in the air.

"So, good my friends, thou art here to enter the tourney, then? Four contestants this is, then, for Lord Ash and Lady Ilmare are the first. No others have been entered as of yet, I believe. But thy faces are somewhat grim. Is there aught of note to be heard?"