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Post by vanya on Dec 23, 2005 18:03:27 GMT
On the top of the hills, above the bright shining walls of the city, and with a lovely view down to the harbour lays Lady Vanyas residence.
Here you may come for councel and help in all belongings, everybody is welcome as long he/she respects the rights of the free people of Middle Earth.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 12, 2006 17:46:04 GMT
A messenger of Erebor, clad in heavy armour from the danger of his journey, approached the Grey Havens. Weary of the Dwarf, the Elves took him directly to their queen, to whom he bowed.
"Lady Vanya, for a long time have the Dwarves and Elves neglected eachother, yet we come to you in the most dire of circumstances. Erebor is under attack by nearly every dark realm you could imagine. However, we fight on. Gondor, Lorien, Erebor, and Mirkwood hold the mountain for now, yet we need aid. Please, will you come to our call? If you do come, there is only one way. Through the Ports of Gondor, for Moria is controlled by evil, and the Gap of Rohan is now sealed."
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Post by vanya on Jan 13, 2006 3:42:30 GMT
Lady Vanya came to the good dwarf and layed with concerned look her hand on his shoulder.
"Every dark realm? What happened to Middle Earth, that this is possible again?" she hold in for a second, waved her servant and said. "Be sure to give this messenger accomodation and food." She smiled at him. "Your journey is at its end. Be welcomed to the grey havens and come with me to Erebor with the first new tide. The elves wount refuse to aid the free people of Mioddle Earth." With this words Vanya turned around and left the chamber, calling the captain of her host. "Summone 10 000 of the swiftest soldiers to the harbour. The grey fleet shall prepare, we go for the coast of Gondor. And the remaining men shall be prepared, too, but wait for my command to support us in a next wave." The elve bowed deeply and left, while Lady Vanya went into her private rooms to give orders for her leave.
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Post by vanya on Feb 1, 2006 21:44:44 GMT
The horns of Mithlond sounded sad in the evening. All elves of the realm walked onto the street to learn what happened. And travellers stood among them and asked: "What happened? Is somebody dead?" The elves besides them turned towards them and said: "Vanya, our lady and leader is dead." "But how did that happen?" The traveller asked. "She sailed from Gondor to the grey havens, but a storm crushed her ship against the cliffs. It sank instantly, no one survived."
A dark sinence was laid about the people and for a few minutes nobody spoke a word, until a little child cheered and said: "Lady Vanya is in Mandos!" And all looked about the kid and nodeed. "Yeah!" They said and cleared the street for their evening business.
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King Darre
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Post by King Darre on Feb 2, 2006 13:00:00 GMT
Attending the funeral/ceremony were those of the Ered Luin. Horns blew slow and beautiful from the mountain ranges to the north of the Grey Havens as all who wished to pay their last tributes to the White Elf did so.
Today was surely a day of mourning for all.
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