The Fourth Trial of Single Combat

[Envin]

~ The Fourth Trial of Single Combat ~

Upon a plain of the Pelennor, south of the White City, a large space of grass had been plowed under into a rectangle of soft, brown sand. About this sand was set a fence of white wood, and flags and streamers ran from the poles of the fence. Pavilions and tents clustered round the field, and within the high pavilion at the center of the field's side sat the Lord Aragorn, here to moderate this the first event of the Trial of Lords. At his right hand sat his bride, the Fair Arwen Evenstar, come hither to observe the match, to have a glass of winel with her husband, and to offer advice should the match prove difficult to judge. This is the fourth of the trials in single combat, third fought by warriors. The contestants of this event are to be Glorfindel, honed Noble of fair Imladris, and the skilled Elf-Maiden Vaire, servant of Garland of Moria. Even now they enter the field at opposing ends, and now the crowds assembled cheer for them. Bowing to one another at distance, they make their way to the Pavilion of Lords to take the Cup of Tournament, and to pay homage to the Lord of the Trials ere the event begins. Aragorn rises, and all follow his lead as the contestants draw nigh. Aragorn proffers them the Cup, they drink, and bow to all assembled, and then walk to their places at opposite ends of the field.

Aragorn drops his hand and sits, and the Fourth Trial is begun.

[Vaire]

Vaire took off her cape and walked to her place. She was clad in pale green tight pants and an elegant but comfortable green shirt, embraced with a golden belt. Her golden hair was bound to a long ponytail on her back. She loosed her sword in its sheath. A long elvish blade with a two handed hilt in gold and silver. The sheath was light green with gold and silver applications in form of elvish letter. "I am honoured to meet you in this combat, Lord Glorfindel. I have heared many tellings about you, even I had never the pleasure to meet you in person," she said. Her bright eyes pierced at his and a cold smile attended on her lips.

[Glorfindel]

Glorfindels, blue cape fluttered ibn the wind , but he kept it on , and he uinsheathed his sword, it was like Vaires, but it had an inscribing on the sword saying in elvish"Beware the Lord of the Golden flower is upon you " he swunbg it round and it cut through the air in silence, and he studied it for a moement then bowed to the lady , he made no reply .

[Vaire]

Vaire unsheathed her sword. The bright sun gloomed on the shiny blade like living fire. She paced surround Glorfindel, her light steps swift and smooth. She raised her sword for a greeting and into one angle with her left arm, pointing at the elve lord. Sword and shoulder in one line, the sharp side opposite to her arm and the pointy tip directed to Glorfindel, she kept surrounding him slowly, waiting for him do be ready.

[Glorfindel]

He sung his blade at Vaires right shoulder , letting it miss , so he could bring it over head for a shot on his opponents head.

[vanya]

Vaires blade sharp side already directed to where the first strike came from, charged towards the incomming sword of her combatant and deflected it with a loud crash. She forced both swords downwards and hit with a sharp cut his lower arm. When he raised again to aim for her head, Vaire turned the edge of the blade by turning the heft and hit a bright cut into the upper arm of Lord Glorfindel, just stepping a little aside and avoiding the blow of his sword.

[~Tom~]

He backed off looking at the wound then at the elf, he under estimated her, and afgain he swung , but before she could parry the over head strike , he moved it to the right and brought it down on her shoulder, leaving a gash and he ducked spinning round cutting the back of the wommans knee and he backed away.

[vanya]

Vaire sliped besides and the blade of Lord Glorfindel just ripped off her shirt. She saw him ducking and spinning and jumped, kicking his face with her foot. She recieved a cut of his blade on her lower limp when he backed away in a struggled in cause of her kick. Vaire raised her sword again in an eaqual angle to her left arm and charged forward to Glorfindels head, cutting off a thick bundle of his golden hair. The sun reflected in them when they fell to the ground and spread like a fan.
"A new haircut, my lord. It suits well to the shape of your face," she said laughing.

[~Tom~]

He didnt laugh , it was just a bit of his hair, then he charged again , not letting her counter him , everystrike was strong he struckoverhead, at her waist anmd fionally he punched her in the face , then kicked her in the stomache , forcing her backwards and he said "And prehaps you become better at sword fighting"

[vanya]

Vaire ducked before the punch, surrounded him and kicked him into the kidneys, raising her blade again of headhight and when he turned to kick her stomach, she charged for- and downward and cut into one of his ears. His foot hit her stomach and forced her backwards and her blade slided through the ear and it droped down to the ground. "Oh I am sorry, I think you lost something, my Lord," Vaire said with a cold grin.

[~Tom~]

Glrofindel spun round and cut off the elfs head with speed umatchible and he watched the head bounce off the ground , and he muttered "Lost your head it seems"

[vanya]

Vaire ducked before the strike and got just a scratch on her forehead. She bounced her hilt on his skull. It cracked loud and she said. "Don't know what you mean my Loard. It seems you are halluzinazing. Maybe better you get a physician."

[Vaire]

(Sorry changed finally the account. Was to tired and to lazy tonight. It was all the time Vaire, not Arwen fighting, of course).

[Envin]

{Vaire is winner, due to forfeit by Glorfindel. She will face winner of Garland/Lancir.}