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Post by Alcorad on Jul 10, 2005 23:31:22 GMT
Doren sat quietly not wanting to give far to much information and merely to let it on to be nothing more than a fable. To start trouble in the lands of Arnor could start the whispers of war once more and Doren, if anything did, not want that.
"Merely a possible danger from the goblins hiding in the mountains and the wild men to the South. Nothing more serious than mild skirmishes I'm sure but the Dunedain were called to alert none-the-less."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 1:56:13 GMT
Fox looked at Ilus with a flat expression. "There is a terror hidding in the mountains my friend....." He took a long sip of ale and sat the mug down. "A terror far worse than any gobblins...."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 2:03:23 GMT
Doren's expression was questioning. Perhaps this terror in the mountains is the unseen leader hiding beneath the ancient spires. How would this elf know so much of what lurks in the mountains when even the scouts of Arnor reported nothing from those borders. Nothing has revealed itself yet. It is impossible isn't it? The warnings have been continuous though. The Lady of Enedewaith, The Lady of Isengard, The Lord of Angmar, each had prophesized or reported in some manner a presence other than that of Lord Garland and his men beneath the ancient towers of old. What is it?
"Really? How would one know of such a thing might I ask, when Arnorien scouts have reported nothing of any danger aside from renegade orcs roaming the mountain sides?"
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 2:18:28 GMT
Fox put a finger to his lip.'sshhh.' "Quiet!" His expression was one of dread as he looked nervously around the room. He leaned close to the ranger and whispered slowly. "Dwarves" After delivering the punch, Fox couldn't keep a straight face any longer and started laughing loudly at his own joke, and at the expression that had been on the ranger's face. "Tell me, have you ever smelt an odor so foul?!"
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 2:26:58 GMT
Doren couldn't even crack a smile. Over any other matter he would have laughed uncontrollably but his own paranoia was in truth a watchful caution. The warnings were not to be dismissed but the newly gained allies around him secured his fears.
He sighed in releif and deeply drank from his mug. "Of course... Dwarves. How foolish of me."
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Vaire
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Be carefull what you wish for!
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Post by Vaire on Jul 11, 2005 2:33:23 GMT
Vaire laughed and shoke her head. "We live in good times, good Ranger. Don't worry, in Middle Earth the Days of the King have begone since all evil is gone forever. You will see, we will live in glorious days."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 2:40:38 GMT
Fox laughed and lifted his mug to Vaire. "Glorious days indeed.... so long as the wind blows east and doesn't carry the stench from Erebor to my doorstep." Fox looked at the ranger and slapped him on the shoulder. "Cheer up ol chap! I believe you let the worries of the world get to you a bit to much."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 19:30:58 GMT
Doren smiled uneasily and looked towards the happily dancing patrons of the Prancing Pony. "Perhaps. The life of a ranger is a cautious one my friend. No one is to be trusted until proven trustworthy." Obviously they are oblivious to what happened only weeks ago.
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 20:24:20 GMT
Fox drank a bit more of his ale. The hour was getting late and many of the patrons of the inn had retired to their rooms and fox started to grow bored. "Tell me, Ilus, will you be staying at the inn tonight, or do you move on soon? If you plan to head into the wild, I might like to join you. I am always on the lookout for my next adventure you know."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 20:47:27 GMT
Doren had not considered this. He didn't often stay in the inn's for he was always on the move. He had expected to camp in the general area of Weathertop. He still had research to do on the dissapearance of Albesteen.
"I am going West towards Weathertop. You may join me if you wish."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 23:02:31 GMT
"Don't mind if I do. Weathertop is a short jont." Fox downed the last of his ale and asked. "When we leaving?"
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 23:06:34 GMT
Doren paused lookig out outside of the prancing pony to make sure no one was watching. He then looked towards the patrons of 'The Pony' as it was called. No one seemed to be watching because no one was present.
"I suppose we could go now. I'm really in no hurry, but I need to make my way out of Arnor soon at any rate."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 23:16:38 GMT
Fox reached into a pocket and dropped a few coins on the table as he stood. "You're a confussing man, Ilus. never met someone that was 'in no hurry' yet 'needed to leave soon'. Where do you head after Weathertop... since you say you are leaving Arnor?"
Fox tuned to Vaire and bowed. "It was a pleasure meeting, Lady Vaire. Perhaps our paths will cross agian sometime."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 23:24:03 GMT
Doren paused for a moment pondering an answer. He didn't know where he was going, but he beleived he would be going to Gondor for the tournament and it was lucky for him that during his visit he had registered himself under his alias.
"I am going to Gondor. A tournament is being held wouldn't you know and I am looking to participate in it. Just because a ranger has his duties doesn't meen he can't have any enjoyment."
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Post by Foxfoot Lonebuck on Jul 11, 2005 23:41:15 GMT
Fox started walking towards the door. "A tournament you say? What sort of tournament? Archery?" The elf was half way out the door by the time he finished his question.
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