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Post by Alatariel on Jun 30, 2005 2:40:30 GMT
"What would I do?" Alatariel repeated the question, pondering it for a few moments. What would she do? The elven maid did not really know if she had a proper answer for the question...much less one she could give to the king of Arnor. "I do not know...I am not wise in the way of advising others. You must do as you see best, and handle the situation on your own. I am sorry I cannot give you better council than that." She tilted her head and ran her hand through the sand once more. "Though I would probably attend the corronation."
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 30, 2005 3:02:41 GMT
"I see... something feels amiss. I still have a small feeling that Isengard is under the control of darkness and soon so shall Rohan be. I know that my realm is the first target if any. It must be. There is really nothing we can do but fight for what we have and hope live through it."
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 30, 2005 12:39:01 GMT
Alatariel listened carefully to his words, writing all of them onto her mind. "Mayhap, then, you were wise in your course of action." She stated simply, scooping up a bit of sand and letting it slip through her fingers back onto the beach.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 30, 2005 12:44:47 GMT
Doren nodded thinking deeply on what she said and then he remembered the feeling he had earlier. He hadn't been thinking of any of these things but they had hunted him down once more. His troubles would always return to him.
A small crap pinched his leg as he shifted his weight towards it, and he let out a call of surpise. He then began to search the sand, looking for the perpetrator of the action muttering angrily to himself. He found the small crap picked it up and threw it behind him. He began laughing once he had lost sight of it in the small miniature dunes of sand covering the beach.
Doren took a deep breath leaning back into the sand and smiled to himself realizing he had selfishly been speaking of himself nearly the entire time. Surely this woman would not longer wish to hear of his troubles. "Perhaps you would wish to share some of your own tales?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 1, 2005 1:20:56 GMT
Alatariel rested her arms upon her knees, staring out across the water when the question was asked. Then she turned her gaze to her hands. "My tales? Nay...I have no good tales worth sharing. Mayhap it is better that you do the talking." She shrugged slightly, watching the moon's first rays of light flit across the water.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 1, 2005 16:17:11 GMT
Doren watched as the first of the Moon's face peaked over the lake. He watched in wonder as Alatariel spoke but even as he watched the evening lights begin to turn into a saphire blue, he frowned. She had told him that she had no interesting tales. Surely she was deceiving him. "All people have some tale to share. Surely you do aswell, my friend."
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 3, 2005 0:05:49 GMT
Alatariel gave the slightly irritated glance in his direction. "My tales are not worth sharing at the moment. When they are, I promise to let you know." She paused, drawing shapes in the sand with the tip of her finger, reaching up with her other hand to tuck a dark strand of hair behind her upswept elvish ear.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 3, 2005 2:52:18 GMT
Doren felt as if she did not want to be bothered so he stood and turned on his heel beginning to leave.
"I am sorry my lady, but I beleive I have outlasted my welcome."
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Post by E'vesash on Jul 3, 2005 3:11:18 GMT
Alatariel sighed and rested her chin on her knees as she gazed out across the water. She turned her head and glanced up at him as he began to leave. "Forgive me if I sounded hasty or rude...I did not mean to be such." Yes...that was something her sister would say. "You readily tell your tales and stories...but mine, for now, need to be kept inside." She turned her eyes back to the shoreline.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 3, 2005 18:07:34 GMT
Doren sat down once more rather clumsily and looked out towards the gulls gliding mere inches over the water.
"I also apologize for being so insisting."
The people were beginning to return to their homes and in the city of Annuminas Doren could see that torches were beginning to be lit. "The hours pass quickly."
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 6, 2005 0:14:45 GMT
Alatariel followed his gaze to the city where indeed small lights were being lit to guide the paths of travellers that had not yet entered the walls of their homes. "Indeed...it is later than I had anticipated." She rested her arms upon her knees as she watched the waves of the water lap up onto the sands of the shore.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 6, 2005 16:14:34 GMT
(We need to figure out where this should lead to. Perhaps a second visit on another day may make it more interesting? Just post what you think.)
Doren stood once more but this time because he needed to return to the citadel before the time drew too late. The throne was only attended by the attendant himself and although he may be wise and direct guests carefully during Lord Doren's absence, he still could not give those guests the answers that they searched for.
"I am afraid I must return to the citadel. Hopefully I may see you soon, Lady E'vesash."
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Post by Alatariel on Jul 11, 2005 19:24:46 GMT
Alatariel rose as well, and gave a slight nod. "Yes, we will have to see." She smiled sweetly and turned to look back the way she'd come. She had to catch herself from making any sort of face when the name E'vesash was mentioned, but she did it successfully. She nodded a finaly farewell and turned, wandering back into the shadows from whence she'd come. Once she was far from the ruler's viewing range, her smile faded and she gently touched her lips with the tips of her fingers. Oh how it pained her to smile. Especially when she had nothing to smile about. Oh well, a slight shrug was given and she headed back off in the direction of Mordor. Once she mounted her steed, it would not be so long a journey back to her home. Though still a long one.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 29, 2005 16:54:21 GMT
The Arnorien war horns blew and soon 39,000 were on alert. Their gathering point was at Weathertop where they would put a stop to any further trespassing through the lands Arnor. They created a large blockade in Weathertop and stood guard watching for any tresspassers. If they wanted through Arnor they would have to pass around through the moutnains. And all knew that they couldn't do that.
Soon within two days the armies of Arnor made their way to Weathertop. Many stationed themselves on the walls while many others prepared an ambush. Scouts were dispatched to the borders to take watch on their intruders.
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Post by Siranna on Aug 1, 2005 15:00:33 GMT
A messanger antered the halls and bowed to Doren and handed him a letter from Mirkwood.
Dear Lord Doren,
The Lady of Mirkwood has invited you and any of your subjects who you wish to bring to a masquerade ball in Mirkwood. All realms are invited but at the time of the ball there shall be no good or evil, merely a party with gatherers. Come to talk, joke, and have fun and maybe fix any loosened ties withing realms. We hope to see you and those you bring. Please reply to as soon as possible.
Sincerly, Siranna of Mirkwood.
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