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Laielinwen
20/Feb/2011, 11:10 PM
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Dol Amroth's Gate Town is the city quarter closest to the landward entrance into the easternmost and outermost district of the settlement. Once through the city walls you enter the dirtiest and rowdiest part of the city. It is worth noting that even with this being the case, it is still far better kept and maintained than even the finest districts of most cities. Inns and taverns are present in abundance and welcome the traveller to the port, while the roundhouse theatre provides entertainment locally. Gate Town's myriad alleyways and walkways play host to a
number of small markets which line the narrow streets. Though behavior can be boisterous and lively here, there is little serious crime. The crime that exists is mostly of a petty nature, and criminal elements operating here tend to prefer to take their planned ventures outside of the city. Stonegate Tower is built here, and houses the prisoners not detained within the castle dungeons.


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The Lond Ernil Roundhouse

Deriving its name from the original settlement that later became what is now known as Dol Amroth, the Roundhouse is owned by the nobleman Eludan. Eludan prefers to entertain his guests with musical theatre, ordinarily of a comedic nature, due to his dislike of tragedies where 'everybody dies and that's pretty much it.' He is known for his ready humor and his quick wit, though he is often a man less funny than he thinks he is. This veneer in fact disguises some of Eludan's more nefarious activities and business dealings which play out, quite literally, behind the scenes. He is the master of a group of thieves who prey on travellers along the roads to Dol Amroth. These men call themselves ' the Gentleman Curs.'

The Lighthouse Inn

This four story inn boasts seven common rooms each capable of holding nine lodgers. It is a renowned inn for those wishing a peaceful night's rest on little coin. It does not boast much in entertainment however, and so the more adventurous and those seeking excitement often look elsewhere. It is owned by the Inn-keeper Caldur.

The Jolly Juggler

This tavern is owned by a former entertainer at dumb shows and his principle skill was juggling. The establishment used to be named the Ball and Chain and it retains its bawdy crowd, with gambling a favorite amidst other forms of less than desirable late night entertainment. For sailors in the know it has become a popular spot. Breothad is the man behind the bar and as a former mariner, he spent many years on the Great Sea and retains his bulk and muscle.

Sign of the Sloop & Swordfish

This tall five story inn is rife with all manner of unsavory folk and misfits willing to take on almost any task, if the price is right. It is a building constructed like a tower of reddish stone, and rumors abound that within its thick walls lie many secret passages. These rumors are true. One passage connects the attic to the subterranean ale-room, and another passes from the ale-room to the House of Many Splendors across the street. Another connects from this room to a sea-cave on the southern side of the peninsula. It is often used by smugglers and those wishing to enter Dol Amroth in small numbers and by stealth. Often these people are known pirates and criminals who for whatever reason wish to risk coming into the port. They are rarely going to set foot into the taproom however, preferring to conduct their business in private or below the House of Many Splendors across the street. Tayek tends the bar, and he is a former mercenary, who has but one eye, and a nasty dent in his forehead. He is still a very ferocious fighter and known to have a quick temper, which often quells the rabble as events become boisterous. It is officially registered as being owned by Draen 'the Bloody' Thaenar. It is likely that is not his real name, and the documents certainly do not record his nickname, for Draen the Bloody is a former smuggler and one time pirate of the Great Sea.

The House of Many Splendors

The sprawling markets that line the narrow streets are nothing compared to the House of Many Splendors, a six story building owned by the wealthy merchant and reputable trader Mirdanicar. Known as Meers to those who call him friend, this stately individual owns both the House of Many Splendors and also the Sign of the Sloop & Swordfish, though few know that he does, since he is the silent partner of the official landowner of that establishment. The House of Many Splendors sells almost anything you can think of, including some exotic items that are high priced and hard to get in Dol Amroth. Some few of these items are recorded, and displayed, but if asked the House Keepers, as the staff is known, always seem to have more of those exotic items ' somewhere out back.' These are smuggled goods, brought in through the sea-cave and the tunnel below the Sloop & Swordfish across the street... ordinarily perfumes and silks and other goods that warrant a high taxation within the port. No banned item is displayed at the House of Many Splendors however, for that would be foolish and Mirdanicar is anything but that.

Stonegate Tower

This is the Gate Town prison and it houses those incarcerated within Dol Amroth that are not held within the castle dungeons. This monolith of stone has many cells and is noted for having no windows. Prisoners and criminals alike refer to it as Dol Amroth's Dark Tower, or the Black Tower, a tongue in cheek reference to the citadel within Mordor, but a direct reference to the cells. Light deprivation is seen as a punishment, but also as an imposing caution to those thinking to commit petty crimes which might result in an overnight stay in Stonegate, or a longer one, for crimes of greater severity. The most serious of crimes committed would soon find the prisoner transferred to the castle dungeons however, where they would be unlikely to find release any time soon. The Warden of Stonegate is Adarmarcil, a former mariner and ship's surgeon, but also a minor Lord, since he served as a Swan Knight for some twenty- three years. Despite his age, Adarmarcil is still a man of iron will - and certainly though stoic and even tempered, he brooks no misbehavior or disrespect.

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Tolkus
21/Feb/2011, 03:43 AM
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<DIV leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">Tom was glad to see the old place. This was his second home now. He had hit it off grand with the owner and had a place to stay and prefrom as long as he wanted it. Being juggler as well the owner would sometimes join Tom on the stage and they would preform a fantasic juggling rutine. Tom would help out from time to time when things got really busy. As he made his way in he saw that even now still morning that the place had a few visiters.
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<DIV leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">When Tom walked in Breothad looked at him with a questioned look. He then looked out a near by window then back at Tom. Breothad raised an eyebrow, "Get kicked out?" Tom smiled and shook his head, "No, court closed due to some business going on." Tom shruged his shoulders. "I'll get changed and help. Quite a crowd today." he said sarcasticly. Breothad rolled his eyes. When Tom returned his was dressed in a pair of short brown leather boots, black pants and a maroon laced up shirt. His long jet black hair was down and with his well trimed beard he hardly looked like the Princes jester. He was a tall man standing 6'3" dark skined and dark eyes. He was born in Harad but Dol Amroth was home. Tom was not his real name but only a very few knew this. Tom walked behind the bar to bar tend until the evening when he would take the stage and do what he loved, preform. Edited by: Tolkus

Moriel
21/Feb/2011, 09:30 AM
Brandy – Barmaid, The Jolly Juggler


It was early in the day yet, but still the clink of glasses and murmur of conversation made themselves quietly known in the Jolly Juggler. There was scarcely an hour to be found when some sailor was not seated on a stool or in a dim corner, throwing dice and calling for ale. And to answer their call was the barmaid, weaving her way skillfully through the crowd, tray raised high, slapping away a playful hand here and depositing a handful of mugs there. Brandy was a rough-hewn beauty, with a thick mane of dark roan bound at her nape by a scrap of velvet. She paused to push an escaped hank of hair as she collected mugs from an empty table, and straightened. The light from the front window caught her in its morning beam as she turned, illuminating the high cheeks and straight nose, clothed in skin that was fair, but weathered by the salt wind of the port. Her work-calloused hands told the same story, and though far from warlike, her body had obviously never known leisure. Set into the dimpled face were a pair of quick dark eyes that could flash and smile with equal fortitude, though the tug of amusement or disapproval at the corner of her mouth was a better indication of her mood.

Brandy smoothed the folds of her skirt with one hand, the other occupied with the tray. Her dress was a simple thing of scarlet-touched brown, its bodice lacing up the front over a full-sleeved chemise of unbleached cotton, gathered in at the wrist in a long cuff. Disappearing into the square neckline of the dress was a braided chain of silver that encircled her neck, twisting into a knot behind the fabric that hid it inside the bodice. In the sun the metal warmed against her skin- or perhaps it was just the overactive imagination of a girl. Brandy shook her head, smiling inwardly to herself as she made her way back to the bar with the empties; no, she was not as much a girl now as she had been when he had come on a spring tide, like a whirlwind into her small life, before sailing inevitably into the horizon. Still, she was not yet thirty years, several summers would still pass before she reached that age, and behind the soft mischief of her dark eyes was a flicker of hope. Brandy nodded to Breothad as she moved past him behind the bar to deposit the mugs she carried with others in need of washing.

Tom entered then, and Brandy dropped one of the mugs with a clatter, earning a quick word from Breothad. A slow flush crept into her cheeks as she retrieved the vessel and set it with the others. The man with the swarthy skin stood head and shoulders above the barmaid, larger than most of the sailors who frequented the tavern, and darker. She busied herself getting a tub of hot water together to wash the mugs while Tom and Breothad exchanged words, and after a moment footsteps receded. A voice raised from across the room and a hand waved to catch Brandy’s attention- a pair of salty mariners in the corner lifted their tankards at her. Swiftly the barmaid drew two new measures of the ale the pair had been drinking, but when she turned to deliver them, she nearly cannoned into Tom, who had reappeared behind the bar. “Oh! Er, good day.” Brandy said wide-eyed, stepping back and around him quickly. She delivered the drinks to the table and picked up the empty tankards in one deft movement, turning away quickly before the pinch of one sailor could connect with her arm., to return to the bar- and the dishes.</font>

Tolkus
21/Feb/2011, 05:54 PM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Tom did his best to get out of Brandy's way and gave a huge smile to her as she passed him. He watched her sway in and out of the tables and deliver her mugs wtih grace and ease. As she returned Tom stood in front of her and said, "Please let me take those and do the wash, It will give me something to do and a chance to annoy Breothad a bit."He smiled a big grin at her.

Moriel
26/Feb/2011, 03:03 AM
Brandy – Barmaid, The Jolly Juggler


"Er, all right!" Brandy handed over the mugs she carried to Tom, surprised at his offer. She did not want to seem as though she were shirking her work, but truth be told the ceaseless washing of vessel after vessel as the most tedious part of her job, and she could always find some other occupation while the bartender saw to it for her. "I've already got the water prepared there," she pointed to the basin she had left moments before, "Thank you." Brandy lifted a damp rag from a board behind the bar and made her way around it again to a recently vacated table and began to scrub at it. Whoever had cleaned it the night before (she herself had needed to slip out early to catch the spice merchant before he left town) had missed a spot, and some crusted bit of food or other had dried firmly to the tabletop. Her lower lip pushed out in a pout of effort as she scrubbed, wrapping the rag about her knuckled and rubbing firmly. At last the wood was clean again. All of these could use a good scour, Brandy mused. They hadn't had the scouring bricks out in some time, and a good spell in the clean air would do them a world of good too. And the floors, while they were at it, in fact the whole place could do with a good spruce. That was, if she could persuade Breothad to take a day of closing for it... perhaps, though their usual patrons might cause a riot. Or perhaps they would join in the labor, the quicker to get the tavern up and running again? The barmaid chuckled quietly to herself.
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Tolkus
26/Feb/2011, 03:27 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Tom took the mugs and put them in the water and began to wash them. First one then two at the third he quickly looked around to where Breothad was and then began juggling the three mugs. It didn't take long of coursebefore the old man begangrumbling, "Break one and you buy me another..." At this Tom just couldn't resist turning around and playing as ifhe was going to drop one in from of the man. Tom got wide eye and a sarcstic look on his face, "Wooo... gonna drop it oooo...." Tom then caught each one and safely putthem down to dry properly and laughing while he did it. Tom had fun poking at Breothad, knowing well that Breothad was never really mad at him. It was also a good way to impress others in the place or so he thought. After washing the mugs and drying them Tom placed them back on the shelf for he or Breothad to grab for the next call for ale. Tom waited behind the bar and saw Brandy musing about something, she had an odd look in her eye. Something that said,"WORK!" Tothis Tom was not going to ask about but waited for another order.

Laielinwen
28/Feb/2011, 11:40 AM
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Naith Liathant
01/Mar/2011, 09:30 PM
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Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Finnegan watched the entertainment at the Jolly Juggler and eyed the patrons, his eyes often darting about the room trying to pick up who was on the up and up and who was a thief, or a cheat. He knew a few scams himself and often he watched simply to learn.

Finnegan was sixteen and he sat at the bar with the young man who was his friend, Naith, who liked his adventurous spirit. It was a sad occasion because Naith was due to leave for Minas Tirith on the morrow, and would not return to Dol Amroth for many years, if ever.

Finnegan was a jack the lad, and not very good at sharing his emotions so it was a difficult evening of forced mirth and unfelt lightheartedness before Naith went off to enlist in the Gondorian Army in order to fight the Shadow in the East - as his two older brothers had in the years previous. So Finnegan in truth was sad.

Late was the hour and so it was time for friends to part. Finnegan watched his friend leave with a sinking heart, hoping Naith did not bleed his life away in the forested trails of distant Ithilien, or over some pile of rocks in the broken city of Osgiliath.

Into his second ale after Naith's departure, he turned and through the smoke filled and bawdy tap-room he saw a dark figure enter with a young girl, about his own age he supposed, maybe a few summers less. What was she doing with Lord Maladros?

Maldaros eyed Tom distrustfully for he had picked out the 'jester' immediately upon entering. That said his appearance seemed to be Haradrim descent, and so Maladros supposed 'Tom' - for that could never be his real name - was unlikely to cause him problems. But you could never be too sure.

" That damn jester is here.." He muttered under his breath to Taelindwyn, as they pushed through the crowd to where sat a boy with short brown and curly hair, honest features and brown eyes, freckled. He drank from an ale and was quite tall, though not yet six feet in height. He was very slim though and almost rakishly so, dressed in simple clothes and old crumpled shirt.

" Finnegan!" Maladros nodded, taking up a stool. He pushed one out for Taelindwyn. " This is Taelindwyn, and she is my ward - from Pelargir - IF anyone asks." He smiled.

" Breothad! Drinks please! Ale for myself and another for my young friends!" He beckoned.

Breothad's dented face turned in their direction and his smile suggested he thought Maladros was up to no good mixing with these strays, but he said nothing, simply began to pour, and mumbled " As you would.."Edited by: Naith Liathant

Taelindwyn
01/Mar/2011, 10:25 PM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

The jester she saw him as fast as Maladros, she scowled. "As long as he stays away from me I will leave him be as well. No promises otherwise." She muttered and followed Maladros towards a young man her age perhaps. She sat down on the offered stool and looked Finnegan over. He was quite tall, at least to her she gave him a small smile and wondered what it was that Maladros was planning. At least with this one she was certain that she was not dealing with another Mr. Steel

Naith Liathant
01/Mar/2011, 11:35 PM
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Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

" All right there?" Finnegan asked. " I'm Finnegan! Proper pleased to meet you, Taelindwyn. Any friend of Mally's is a friend of mine!" He grinned and looked at Sir Maladros who smiled at the affectionate nickname and clearly saw it as no disrespect.

" Knock it back!"Urged Finnegan, indicating the pint. He gestured with his head to Marrick. " Quick about too, so long as he's here we don't have to put our hands in our pockets!" He almost added, or anyone else's!

" I am introducing you," Marrick said, ' Because I believe you will get on. Finnegan knows the streets, Taelindwyn, and you know the harbours. Finnegan is wiser than he looks too. He will be able to keep you out of mischief!" Maladros smiled because he knew that was never going to happen. " He boards in Gate Town, though not here. Why is that?" Marrick asked Finn, knowing that he had taught the boy the answer.

" You don't sh..." Finnegan paused. Lady present. " You erm... Don't mess where you eat..." He said, a little grin on his face as he supped from his pint...

Taelindwyn
02/Mar/2011, 12:11 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler


Taelindwyn looked at Maladros at the Mally comment who smiled which brought a smirk to her face, "Nice to meet you as well, good to know he knows some 'decent' people." She snickering slightly she had an idea where his talents lay. She lifted up the mug and took drink She liked this Finny, "I think I'd rather drink it slowly keep my wits about me." She said with a wink, "Goodness knows what else Maladros has planned or me tonight.

"Though him keeping me out of trouble may be a tall order, after all he seems to think I've never heard such a common saying. Doesn't seem to know the harbours well at all." This was of course said with a chuckle

Naith Liathant
02/Mar/2011, 01:29 AM
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Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Finnegan laughed brightly.

" Blimey, Mally are you sure you haven't been in her ear-hole already? She sounds just like you! I don't reckon you need me to keep Taelindwyn out of mischief!" He grinned ear to ear, and slopped his ale a bit by mistake. It was all a bit of a 'larger than life' pretence, but it was all Finnegan had really. So he stuck to it.

Though in that moment, after a few more sips of ale, Finnegan's eyes narrowed over Taelindwyn's shoulder, where he was looking.

" There's a cull lampin', Mally." He said, drinking some more.

" Aye, so there is," said Maladros. " Been 'lamping' me all day." He muttered. " Listen you two. I trust you not to get up to any tricks tonight, but I think you'll get on. I'd love for Finnegan to show you about, and introduce you to some new ideas, Taelindwyn. There is a lot that a file sees, but there is much more that can be seen." Maladros smiled kindly. " Finnegan, wary of that jester, he is not the saunterer he seems, and an eye's too spritely." Maladros nodded, his curious final patter said as he stood. " I will see you tomorrow evening, Taelindwyn unless I send word before then. I hope you enjoy Finn's company." With that Maladros stood to go.

Tolkus
02/Mar/2011, 02:10 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Tom was behind the bar when in walked one of the Swan Knights. He nodded to the knight a simple hello. He also noted that the young one was with him too, he gave her a half smile. Tom kept an eye on them and who they associated with. Not that many knights found in Gate Town. It was cause to be curious but it was time for him to preform.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Tom walked up to the stage, which was merly a six inch step up built atone end of the room. Tom spoke, "Tonight I shall give you a song while doing a daring feat of juggling." Of course noone said or didanything but Tom expected this, hey it's a bar. Tom tookfrom his belt three silver daggerswhich flashed in the many candles lights. He then began to juggle them. Tom cleared his throat and began to sing a soft mellodyin his baritone voice while juggling the knives. *Black bird singing in the dead of night..... Take these broken wings and learn to fly, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.... Black bird singing in the dead of night... Take these blinded eyes and learn to see, you were only waiting for this moment to be free... Black bird fly, black bird fly...... Black bird singing in the dead of night... Take these wings and learn to fly, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.... Black bird singing in the dead of night... Take these lonely eyese and set them free, you were only waiting for this moment to be seen... Black bird fly, black bird fly...FLY INTO THE LIGHT OF ADARK BLCAK NIGHT!* with that last line in a loud yet very controled tone Tom let loose the three knives.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">One knife fliped through the air over the patrons and stuck into the bar where Breothad promtly picked it up and started cutting bread with it. The second one flew into the crowd at a table and pined a man's sleeve to the table where he was about to take another man's coin pouch. The thrid, Tom stuck out his leg and caught it in his boot. There were some cheers more ah's then anything else and a few coins tossed his way.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Tom looked to the man who was pined with his knife and he asked, "Mind if I have that back?" To which the man grabed it and threw it back at Tom with the intent to do harm. I one motionTom caught the knife spun it on his finger and slid it back into his belt. He then gave the man an evil grin and said, "Thank you sir, they are rather pricey." Tom laughed and walked back to te bar.
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Taelindwyn
02/Mar/2011, 05:42 AM
The Jolly Juggler


Taelindwyn gave a smirk at Finney's words, it was through no talent of Maladros that she sounded like him. That was her own doing, she'd learned to speak like merchants and nobles a few years ago when being the cute little beggar with a poor mans accent was not cutting it anymore. Perhaps such accents were not as frowned upon in Gate Town but most merchants would shoo you away or call a guard or knight on you faster than you could say got your gold. However her eyes flashed towards the jester who was watching them and she scowled looking away.

"The Jester needs to mind his eyes." She said sourly. "If he comes near us Finnegan need not be wary of the jester he needs to be wary of me trying to end the jester." She muttered coldly. She had dealt with him enough for one day and she really liked him about as much as she liked Graven Steel. Possibly less. She noted the trick with the knives though as his performance came to a close. "Remind me to use an arrow though or crash a mizzen mast on his hide." Of course the first thing would mean she'd actually need to learn how to USE a bow.... the second. Well she knew how to do that and not get herself killed.

Maladros stood to leave though and she gave him a nod. "I should hope tomorrow evening if I'm spending the night sight seeing." She said with a grin, "I've been up since last evening thanks to you. I might be a bit grumpy if I don't get at least a little sleep." With that she turned her attention back to Finney.

"Since he's gone now we have to pay for these drat things." She said finishing off what was left of her mug of ale, she did a quick glance around, the Jester was at the bar again and while there were a few easy marks they all seemed to be near the sight line of the jester, which was a place she wanted to avoid at least for now.

Naith Liathant
02/Mar/2011, 05:39 PM
New Port - The Jolly Juggler

Finnegan laughed, and it was an easy-going carefree laugh.

" Nah!" He grinned, jingling a little black pouch in his left hand. " He may be gone, but he IS still payin'!" Finnegan had grown accustomed to swiping that pouch Maladros always seem to have attached to the left side loop of his pouch-belt. It seemed an easy snag, and yet Maladros never caught him doing it, and always seemed to have a new pouch there the next time they met - without so much as a word about it. So either he was meant to take it or the Knight was a lot less savvy than he often appeared.

" So what'cha wanna do tonight, Taelindwyn? Oh you can call me Finn or Finney if you like." He declared. " Can I call you Tael? Seems easier to me!" He grinned.

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Taelindwyn
02/Mar/2011, 06:11 PM
New Port - The Jolly Juggler

Taelindwym laughed. "Probably lets you to keep you out of trouble." She said with a laugh. "And sure ye can call me Tael." She said with a laugh, "Especially if you by me another drink with your hard days work." She said with a sly grin, motioning to the pouch of coins.

"As for doing something, the only time aside from now that I've been here was a few years back, when it got right nasty cold did a botched job on a Swan Knights coin purse, got a licking and a nights stay in the thi-" She paused and glanced to the jester, "poormans palace out of the worst of the cold." She said with wicked grin. "Always more than enough to go around in the harbours so stayed there, perhaps a tour of your end of town?" She said as Breothad poured her another drink.

Naith Liathant
02/Mar/2011, 08:58 PM
Gate Town - The House of Many Splendours

The old man walked into the entrance of the House of Many Splendours with a smile of satisfaction on his face. That morning he had sent his third and final son Naith away to war. It was hard to let his son go, but it was a case of duty. Duty now fulfilled. He smiled now, because he knew Naith would be happy to meet with his two fine older brothers in Ithilien, and that he had forged his sons strong in mind and body and spirit. Their bonds of love would hold them in good stead even in hard times. He felt proud also, to be their father. He had gotten over the disappointment than none of them shared his love for the sea. Naramael had resented it slightly since it took a lot of his time and attention away when the lad was young. After he had retired as Captain of the Ships things were better between them. He spent years healing that rift. Until it was too late to do more, for Naramael was of age. That was nigh on four years ago now. He had word Naramael had joined the Gondorian soldiers for a time before moving on to become a Ranger on the border. That's where his eldest would be now, fighting the good fight, against the terrible Shadow in the East. That thought did take the smile from Volumahn as he entered the merchant house. He might not have smiled at all if he knew just who was watching him enter from across the street. A man wrapped in shadow, some natural, some metaphysical.

Naramael stood under the eaves, between Cutter's Alley and Broad Street. He watched the old man go into the merchant house. It had taken him all morning to find the venerable Volumahn. He had been not at the House of Liathant, nor in the Castle Quarter. It was on checking the Navigator's Guild and pretending to be a captain asking for advice, that he discovered that Volumahn had taken the day. He knew not what for, some private matter, and secretly Naramael was glad. His father had delayed his annual sojourn to Edhellond. That was to the good. He would normally have set out a few days before Naramael had reached the Bay, but he had discovered it was difficult to find work on a ship and had to wait for the right one, so he was going to search Dol Amroth. Then if he had no fortune, he would move on to Edhellond. he had cursed the delay. for some reason no one had wanted him on their ship! He had not realised how unwell he had taken to looking. The sickness he felt inside as he moved farther from Mordor had taken a toll. It didn't occur to him that he was corrupted from within and that perhaps the poisons of the she-witch were still having some effect. It didn't occur to him that a man looks not his best when he spends days and nights under ashen skies. It certainly didn't occur to him that he had not taken any care of his appearance since discovering that Winddancer existed. His will had been bent to one thing. One thing only. You know what you have to do. Silken seductive whispers. He shuddered. He ached inside. He felt fevered. He felt pressing need to kill this abhorrent old man and be back in the dark embrace of his corrupter, and under the sway of Lord Sauron. He needed to feel it. The power of the Dark Lord. He was so far from there now.

Nights on that ship he had lain awake and dreamed. Dreamed he was in the pits, reliving all the deeds done and the thoughts he had had that were fantasies. He remembered once thinking that it didn't matter giving in to the witch. The men he condemned would fight back. Then he would have saved his brothers and his father! Fantasies! Illusions! He had never thought it then, even possible, that HE would be the one to slay his own brother! Had he done it simply because it was easier? He had no choice really! Now he was here, to slay his own father...

With the men in Ithilien he could not be blamed! All he had done was escalate the inevitable. She would have found them and killed them in the end. It was a merciful act giving them up to her. Their silly lives would end sooner and they could discover the truth. That darkness snuffs out light. It was pointless trying to do good. You always failed. Then there was guilt. An emotion he had pondered because he could not feel it any more. Guilt was gone. He supposed you needed a soul for that, and his belonged to Winddancer, whose W was burned into his arm. She would say no, it belonged to the Dark Lord, which it did, but she had simply stripped him of it as he'd stripped his friends of their flesh and stripped his brother of his head. As he had offered her Erethan's head as a trophy, she had offered Sauron his soul as a trophy. The Dark Lord had consumed it. Naramael shuddered. Filled with the deed he was about to do. For Erethan, really it was a gift to behead him as he had. Erethan would die as he would have anyway. Only quicker, and with less prolonged suffering. He saw it now! The she-witch had said it in the dream he had. Killing Erethan meant his brother was free of the chains of high ideals and not living up to them. He was free as Naramael was! She said in his dream that she was proud of him, but Naramael needed to be sure. He needed to hear those words from her. Needed it badly. She was proud because he had realised that her way was the only way to be free. Free of guilt, free of twisted feelings that confused and deterred you in your course. Free of fighting the inevitable. Flesh withers, corrupts, it is weak. The will of Sauron is not, it was never weak, it did not wither and it could not be corrupted. Life was so much simpler and at once more confusing. But Naramael found it was so much easier not to think. It was so much easier...to simply obey. He smiled with unknown malice in the dark of the alley.

Soon... Soon he would be back in the Black Land and back with Winddancer. He had contempt for this place, these people. Pathetic. Why struggle to be noble and righteous? Just be what you are! Give in, and forget this foolish notion of high ideals! It felt so good to just give in. To do what you were told. To obey the Dark Will of the Dark Lord and forget about the light. Light always burned your eyes...

The old man was coming out on to the street. Naramael hid in the shadows, and awaited his opportunity, in the darkening day.

Gate Town - Jolly Juggler

" No, let's hit the harbours!" Finn said with enthusiasm. " I love the harbours! Always something good to see! I know 'em well myself, grew up there. Well, there and 'ere. You can show ME around! C'mon, let's knock these back and go!" He slapped some coppers down on the bar. " I bet you know some great places and I can show some great places I know! Bet you know some not so great places too, we can check them out un'all!" He gulped down his ale and made ready, standing and giving a mock courtly bow. " After you dear lady!" He said, with a big sloppy grin.Edited by: Naith Liathant

Tolkus
03/Mar/2011, 03:04 PM
The Jolly Juggler

As Tom came back behind the bar he smiled at Breothad and asked for his knife back. To which Breothad said, "What knife? You mean this one?" He held up the sliver knife from his bread cutting. "This came to mefrom the heavens." Breothad looked up and with as much innocents as he could possibly muster said, "It was a gift from on high, to me. For it fell to me when I needed a knife the most." He then held it to his heart and sighed with a goofy grin on his face. The mans face turned quickly to a sarcastic frown as he looked directly at Tom, "You'll get it when I'm done." With that he went back to cutting bread.

Tom knew better than to argue and let him have it, he would get it soon enough. Hewent back to washing mugs and serving ale. The place was begining to fill up.Tom looked about to see how Brandy was doing as he served two people at the bar.

Taelindwyn
03/Mar/2011, 07:16 PM
Gate Town - Jolly Juggler

Taelindwyn gave a laugh after finishing her second drink far faster than she had with her first, "'ight, I"ll show you around the harbours, if ya grew up there though dunno how much I can show you." She said standing up as he bowed to her, he was quite humorous but he was a thief andshe did a quick mental pat down of herself she always put her dagger and her money where she could feel them against her skin. They were all where she had left them and headed for the door.

"But I want to see Gate Town while I'm still awake enough to remember it." She said calmly once they were outside the bustle of the Jolly Jugger. After all she had passed the day mark back at the House of Westernesse and she didn't know Gate town that well and she could guide a blind man through the Harbours while she was asleep. She might not be able to tell him all the interesting stuff but he'd make it through it.

Naith Liathant
03/Mar/2011, 07:24 PM
Gate Town - Streets

The cold night air felt chilly as the ale warmed their cheeks, and lent smiles to their faces. Finnegan was grinning again as they walked.

" An' over there," He said pointing, " is the roundhouse. It's a dumb theatre for the slight of mind really! I mean some of them shows are just ridiculous." Comedies that weren't funny, tragedies that contained a comedic lack of the tragic, dumb-shows and tumbles. Usually badly acted. Those performers wouldn't last five minutes on the streets. Not most of them. But Finnegan chuckled again and remembered something. " I'm sorry Tael, maybe you like a show or somethin' but really! The troupe there can't act their way out of a bath house! Still - " He paused. " You know if you want to see a show some time, maybe we can sneak tickets." He was sincere.

She saw movement. Up ahead, out of cutter's alley. A skulking figure in disgusted greys. He walked with stealth, shadow to shadow. Her eyes darting, she looked up the street.

An old man was walking toward the harbours, in the direction of the Commercial Harbor and New Port to be precise. He walked upright, broad shouldered. Not some bent over old husk but more distinguished. Even in the dim-light she recognised him by his rich garb. It was the man with the emerald eyes who had given her directions that afternoon. But who was that following him, and what was their intent?

Taelindwyn
03/Mar/2011, 07:37 PM
Gate Town - Streets

She laughed at the thought of these silly shows that Finny was talking about. "Perhaps I should go just so I can experience the horror of the bad actors? Maybe leave em a note in the back since I bet we're not allowed back with the actors that they should take some lessons from some street urchins down at the harbour on actin'." She said with a grin , something moved though down the street though and she was on edge first thinking it was the Jester.

She gave Finny a nudge in the ribs. "Ya know that one?" She whispered nodding towards the grey figure that looked almost like the walking dead heading down towards the harbours. She pulled him forwards grabbing his hand slipping the two of them into the shadows and starting to follow him and the man he was following as well from a good distance. "I owe the gent he's chasing a favour in me books to square us off and I want to know if I go after him or after the gent." She said softly trying to see if there was another path along the roofs of gate town that they could take to get into the harbour area since that was where the two were heading. Once there she could dance rings about any thief for paths to take to get places but here she was out of her element a bit more than she'd like to admit.

Naith Liathant
03/Mar/2011, 08:10 PM
Gate Town

" No Tael, never seen that one before. He's a glint I don't much like, and no mistake. I feel sure your old man is well marked, and that's either a right scabby cove in his wake or a jackdaw. One thing's for sure though, he won't be asking your friend out to dinner!" He looked concerned.

" Let's get to the south-run, come on!" He began to run down a side street, and darted left down a narrow alley where people usually threw out dirty water and the like.

He hopped over an beggar lying in the darkness and began to scale a small wall, then shimmied along it's top and jumped up to catch his hands on a balcony. Like a monkey he scampered up, and soon he was reaching back down for Tael!

" Come on - south - runs up here, we'll catch 'em as they make their way into New Port if we are quick!" His heart beat fast and he wanted to help Tael.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
03/Mar/2011, 08:34 PM
Gate Town-Streets

Young Sorondor Heron had finally decided to explore the realm of Gondor first going to his cousin's vast holdings in Lebennin then moving on to the fief of Belfalas, under the wise rule of Prince Imrahil kinsman of Denethor the ruling Steward. The young nobleman wore simple traveling attire that might be worn by any of the soldiers of Minas Tirith or Dol Amroth or any of the fiefs of Gondor who chosen to visit family, and did not wish to wear the formal uniform. He wore a long sleeved cotton tan shirt tucked neatly into a pair of woolen black pants, protecting his lower legs and feet were a </font>pair of tall brown leather riding boots tucking the ends of his pants into them</font>. Over that rested a a slightly heavier short sleeved suede tunic of black whose sleeves below the
elbow and extended to the wrists of both arms had a mesh of chainmail
attached securely by leather points. The interior of the mail was lined with soft grey
silk </font>to prevent chafing against the
garments resting underneath or any exposed skin. Over this finely
crafted tunic was a sleeveless hard leather tan tunic
that offered moderate protection while not hindering mobility.
Protecting his lower body from waist to thigh was a matching tan suede
leather traveling skirt, whose interior had a sheet of identical
chainmail attached like the above mentioned tunic was secured by leather
points and interior lined with soft </font>grey</font> silk. </font>Protecting
his forearms were a set of two-piece leather vambraces; an inner
patterned guard and an outer plate of boiled burgundy leather tooled with</span></span></span></span></span></font> </font>a set of seabird's wings and matching burgundy tabs to protect his callused hands from injuries or carelessness.</font></font> </font>

Over the waist of his outer leather tunic</font> </font>Sorondor</font> fastened his plain black belt. Attached to it were </span></span></span></span></span>
two brown leather pouches containing a small amount of healing herbs</font> and bandages and a some coins part of the vast wealth that was amassed between their still respected families being Heron</font>(Griffith)</font>,</font> Turmaréna</font>(Randall), and Pehwarin</font>(Campbell). Also located on the right side was a smaller wooden scabbard covered in grey leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. The short scabbard was capped with steel locket and an elegant steel chape that matched the pommel of the long dagger of </span>Númen</span>órean design.</span> </font>On the left side
of the belt was attached</span> his plain wooden scabbard that hung straight down and was wrapped in black leather. The scabbard was capped with a simple bronze </span></font>locket and a matching bronze </span>chape that matched the pommel of the simple sword that now rested</span> </span> inside being a standard Gondorian ranger longsword.</span></font>

Over the concealing nature of the</span></span></span></span></span></font> simple attire rested a long woolen cloak whose colors were</span></span></span></span></span></font> Green on the outside and Green on the outside and
interior was Grey quilted lightly in soft leather including the wide hood</span></span></span></span></span></font>. His facial features were similar to his father but still had hints of his mother; a medium oval face, two thick dark brown eyebrows, two bright blue-green eyes, in between them rested a medium sized aquiline nose, a pair of tanned cheekbones from his regimes of weekly exercise, a pair of pale pink lips that formed his mouth which at any moment could form into a charming smile for any beautiful ladies nearby, and finally curved chin covered in a thin stubble of a beard beginning to set in.

The young dúnedain was 21 years old and stood to a height of 6-foot and 3-inches having been born in 2993 in the Houses of Healing inside Minas Tirith. His father Sorontur had raised him in the ways of their families becoming a minor noble and now decided to choose to explore the realm before making a choice as to a career. Which could be as a soldier since his father and grandfather had trained him in the arts of swordsmanship, use of the spear and bow. He tuned his shaggy dark brown head from side to side looking for a place to stop and enjoy a good meal with a stiff drink perhaps the establishment ahead called the Jolly Juggler....

OOC: Afternoon all fellow dúnedain and folk of Dol Amroth here is another of my extended family feel free to interact with him since this is his first time to Dol Amroth and Belfalas.</font>smileys/smiley2.gif




Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Naith Liathant
03/Mar/2011, 09:46 PM
Gate Town to New Port

As Sorondor made to enter the Jolly Juggler at the other end of Gate Town, the old man walked briskly in the late evening, toward the Navigator's Guild, but through to the Commercial District in order to walk along the wharf. He had no idea who was trailing him, or that he was being trailed at all. After he was done at the Guild he planned to walk home and tomorrow he would journey to Edhellond and begin his month long sojourn, albeit a little later than usual.

Behind him skulked the grey man, his face gaunt, his eyes almost yellow. He might once have been handsome but now he seemed in the throes of some sickness as though a terrible corruption were eating him away, inside and out...

Edited by: Naith Liathant

Taelindwyn
04/Mar/2011, 03:15 AM
Gate Town


Taelindwyn followed Finney swiftly the young mans eight let him gain a small amount of ground but she was on his heels following him with ease and jumped catching his arm with her right and helping to pull herself up with her left as son as she could reach.

"If we can get the older man and pull him out of sight and disappear without the other one catching sight of us pulling him we won't have to deal with him at all hopefully." She said as the two of them "Is there anything along this run that would let us do that?" She asked as the two young thieves raced ahead so that they were just barely ahead of the older man.

If there weren't they would either have to grab the man and hope he could keep up with them (which was not likely) or wait until New Port where it she knew just how easy it was to lose a tail there. Even when they were other thieves.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
04/Mar/2011, 06:51 PM
Sorondor now paused upon the threshold of the Jolly Juggler turned his shaggy dark brown head from side to side allowing his two bright and keen blue-green eyes to gaze down the street seeing a few people about and then placed the fingers of his left hand upon the burnished door knob turning to the right and hearing a barely audible 'click'. With a firm grasp still and the handle the young nobleman allowed the door swung on its hinges and entered the charming abode. His first smell was of warm food mostly stews, cooked meat, bread and the smell of fresh ale being served to customers. He walked with pride and ease toward the bar seeing a charming and beautiful lady(Brandy) manning it. Sorondor now allowed a warm smile crack across his pale pink lips revealing his pearly white teeth. When the young dúnedain spoke his deep baritone voice was filled with confidence, "Good evening Miss?" "I was wondering if I might be able to get a room for the night, a bite to eat, and stiff tankard of good ale after my long journey from my cousin's lands in the fief of Lebennin."

The young traveler set his faded black traveling pack down since he did need to acquire a new horse due to his father had taken their own one, and his cousin Hallas rarely kept fresh mounts at their humble estate. The standing orders to given to the head of his cousin's family's house guard Artamir were to reserve their horses for use by the Steward's errand riders; whom regularly traveled across the realm to bring tidings of news and other matters of importance. So the young nobleman now waited placing a callused hand on the bartop awaiting patiently an answer from the beautiful maid who was busy tending bar in this establishment....

OOC: Moriel feel free to take this mini RPG/ Situation whichever way you wish to!smileys/smiley4.gif</font>

Naith Liathant
04/Mar/2011, 10:25 PM
Gate Town to New Port

Finnegan heard Tael as they leapt window boxes, jumped narrow alleys and cracks between buildings to land on ledges and balconies and continued on into the night, his lungs expanding and burning with the rush of exertion, his mind alive with excitement.

" Maybe Tael, but we'll 'ave to be sharp lest they beat us to the wharf. No jackdaw strikes in the open! Old man's all right if he sticks to the main thoroughfare!" He yelled.

An old washerwoman closed her shutters, and snapped angrily in their wake something about urchins!

Finnegan finally stopped running as they clambered up a drain pipe and onto a square flat room, then over to the south facing a lower slate roof.

" Last one Tael!" He said, looking over his shoulder at her, the stars above, the streets below.

Then he stepped back and took a running jump, flying through the air to land on the lower roof.

He looked back, waiting.

Tael crashed down near him and began to slip, but he held her fast, stooping.

Racing up and over the rooftop they came to the guttering and saw the wall and the gates of New Port. Glancing into the streets below they saw a night watchman moving on his rounds, and a crier ringing in the hour.

Then the old man, walking through the open space...

They were just a bit too late to scurry down the side of the building and intercept him! Or were they?

" That's him!" Finnegan whispered, frantic to find a quick route down. " We got ahead of the jackdaw but not his cull. Quick!" He peered over the ledge and saw a balcony below. Gripping the gutter, he hastily let himself drop. Tael followed suit.

There was a window box, wooden beams, no clear route...

A cart on the narrow street between buildings and wall. Open backed, but no soft landing. A chance you have to take. Finnegan reached and took her hand, and they dropped from the balcony together...

They landed crash on the cart.

" Bugger!" Finn winced, rubbing his ankle, his palms red. " Quick!" He pulled her up, hoping she was all right for she was not so heavy as he was.

Walking through the open gate into the Commercial District, Volumahn Liathant heard a distant crash and a dog barking. He glanced westerly but could see little, his old eyes not so good in the dark. He quickened his step...

Taelindwyn
05/Mar/2011, 02:17 AM
Gate Town to New Port

They were close, but there was no route down save for a hard landing in the back of a cart she winced at the thought but leapt with Finny. There was a loud crash, mostly as Finney landed, she landed a bit lighter and aside from feeling jarred just before she laid herself out to absorb the fall, from the landing a quick once over as Finney lifted she knew that she was not hurt. However Finney was rubbing his ankle, she glanced out of the side street and watched as the old man slipped through the open gate.

"Too late." She said softly giving her new friend a once over. "Are you alright to keep up? Or do you want me to go this alone?" She said concern in her eyes. She didn't want to endanger two lives if she did not need to. Right now the only life in danger was that of the old mans, in New Port she could disappear as if she were never there if she needed to if things went sour.

Moriel
05/Mar/2011, 09:04 AM
Brandy - Barmaid, The Jolly Juggler


Brandy laughed and applauded as Tom finished his piece, sending the three knives spinning across the room in different directions. She saw him perform often enough of course, and Breothad too, but their antics still amused her- that, and it was good for patrons to see staff enjoying themselves as well. With a flick of her skirts she slipped behind the bar and deposited a tray of new mugs she had collected, before turning a second later to serve a man who had just come up, a glass of their finest Lossarnach red in exchange for a silver coin. Brandy blushed prettily when with a sly wink he told her to keep the change and remember him. Such exchanges often occurred, but when the searching looks came hours later across the crowded tavern, the barmaid was always firmly ensconced behind the bartop.

A second man (Sorondor) approached now, this one younger and fairer than the last. She could see from his bearing and the cut of his garb that he was a nobleman; why had he come to this place, rather than the fine Lighthouse? True, the Juggler was no dive, but usually this man's type preferred the gracefully inconspicuous inn rather than the Juggler's somewhat more bawdy atmosphere. But there were those who chose to descend for amusement or other interests, and Brandy had long since learned not to question their motives unless they first spoke of them freely. Instead she smiled brightly at the pleasant young man. "Of course, sir. We can provide you all of that for two silver, four copper if you please." She turned from him for a moment to draw a mug of ale, before turning to place it on the bartop and slide it across to him. "What's your pleasure? We have a haunch of pork and a joint of beef roasting, and the catch of the day, of course."
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
05/Mar/2011, 10:34 AM
Sorondor now listened to the pretty bar maid speak her voice cheerful and full of curterous tone, Of course, sir. We can provide you all of that for two silver, four copper if you please."</font> "What's your pleasure? We have a haunch of pork and a joint of beef roasting, and the catch of the day, of course." The young nobleman now dropped his right hand to </font></font>his plain black belt where rested his arms along with two</font> brown leather pouches containing a small amount of healing herbs</font> and bandages and a some coins part of the vast wealth that was amassed between their still respected families being Heron</font>(Griffith)</font>,</font> Turmaréna</font>(Randall), and Pehwarin</font>(Campbell).

With deft movements of his fingers the young dúnedain undid the flap from the first pouch and withdrew three gold coins and silver ones. He turned in his chair to see another fellow (Tom)perform a few entertaining tricks for those who still enjoying the relaxed and adventurous atmosphere that was the Jolly Juggler! He gave the pretty lass slide the two gold coins toward her and picked up the rest to give the young man whom was entertaining the patrons! He spoke in a manner that kind and gracious, "Thank you lady please keep the change." and gave her a broad slow wink with left keen blue-green eye. He then spoke in boisterous tone, "Well good sir do have any more entertaining trick." Sorondor now flicked with his thumb the remaining coins toward him being one gold and two silver and waited to see if that might get him to enjoy performing whatever act, he done earlier to keep the patrons happy and toss an occasional coin in his direction....


OOC: </font>Early Morning Moriel feel free to act gracious, surprised, or any emotion that might show you (Brandy) seeing the gold and silver being cast around to common folk of Dol Amroth trying to survive the sometimes hard life that is Middle Earth. Tolkus my good friend enjoy catching the gold and silver headed your way as (Tom).smileys/smiley4.gif</font>




Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
05/Mar/2011, 08:19 PM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom was quite amazed at the coin tossed to him, "Gold!?" he said with excitement and bewilderment. "Sir, I thank you but be werry and not flash that around too much. It might draw unwated attention." Tom said with smile and genuin ernest. "Ah, yes what would you like Sir? A song or some juggling? Whatever you wish let me know." Tom told the gentelman and awaited his reply.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
05/Mar/2011, 09:11 PM
The Jolly Juggler

The young nobleman listened to entertainer speak his piece, "Sir, I thank you but be weary and not flash that around too much. It might draw unwanted attention." "Ah, yes what would you like Sir? A song or some juggling? Whatever you wish let me know." Sorondor now spoke his deep baritone voice cool and refined, "Ah good sir I too will take care to keep my wealth hidden from the prying eyes of those, whom will wish to use any means to gain such wealth improve their lives ." "So my good entertainer might I know your name and feel free to choose whichever task is easier for since either will delight me and our fair maiden who tends bar currently!" The young dúnedain's keen blue-green eyes winked again at the fair maiden who was surely listening to the exchange. He turned his shaggy dark brown haired head to the maiden and spoke, "Ah Miss feel free to bring me a plate with some pork resting in between two slabs of warm bread will satisfy my hunger for now." Sorondor now waited patiently to hear from both as to his requests for food and entertainment.

Naith Liathant
05/Mar/2011, 11:43 PM
Gate Town to New Port

" No, you are all right!" Finnegan said, scrambling off the cart and onto the street. " We best move though Tael! I think the old man just went into New Port." He began to move, but Tael was a little quicker on her feet now as Finnegan tried gingerly to run off his ankle injury.

Limping, he arrived at the main thoroughfare and said to Tael.

" You go after the old man. I'll head back along the thoroughfare and see if I can stall this jackdaw. I should be safe if I stay in plain sight and pretend to be drunk!" He said.

But as he made his plan, Tael saw over his shoulder the gaunt and hollow eyed man in grey, moving from twilight shadow to twilight shadow...

Taelindwyn
06/Mar/2011, 12:38 AM
Gate Town to New Port

"I'm fine." She said softly and in truth for once she actually was entirely fine. At least physically, she could see that Finney was limping fairly badly. She gave a nod at Finney's assessment. "Keep safe you're hurt and the jackdaw is closing in fast." She said catching sight of the sickly man and stood on her tip toes and gave her fellow thief a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping through the gate into New Port to follow after the elderly man.

OOC: Am posting in The Bay thread now</font>smileys/smiley2.gif

Naith Liathant
06/Mar/2011, 04:06 AM
Gate Town

He was embarrassed at the little peck on the cheek, but his freckled face broke into a smile. It was a sign of appreciation and thanks, and that was rare from people these days. Taelindwyn was a good sort, obviously, and he was worried and anxious now she was running off into the night alone. That said he was terrified at what he had chosen to do to help her!

He swallowed hard and turned around, deciding to man up! He had to do his part for Tael's friend. For Tael. Which meant delaying the jackdaw.

He began a drunken swagger and started to sing a silly old song he had heard.

" Tonight, I ain't a - lonely, like the man up in the moon
Tonight, the shore has found me, where my sweetheart is in swoon
For she has waited for me through the tides o' many a noon
An' this evenin' sleeping by me is the girl I'll marry soon...'*

It was an old mariners song he had heard chanted once or twice and for some reason it sprang to mind now. He pretended to be extremely inebriated but Finnegan was really keeping a weather eye out on the man in grey.

As that fellow flitted from shadow to shadow, Finnegan deliberately crossed his path with that of the man. Swaggering this way and that, as the man tried to avoid bumping into him.

" Out of my way drunkard!" Scowled the grey clad man with the hollow eyes and stretched look to his face. " Out of my way or else!"

" It's a great night for a dance my man, but I like the lasses for a tumble!" Grinned Finnegan as he looked into...

Eyes of paler madness, distilled only through intent, focus, and evil purpose. Dangerous eyes. His blood turned cold. Oh dear...

The man tried to sweep him aside, so Finnegan, not so tall or strong, but quick - especially for a 'drunk' - managed to tangle his step over the jackdaws, and fell across him.

" Out of my way!" The man snapped, and then Finnegan's act was eschewed in favour of survival, as he was lifted up and thrown into the wall of the building close by.

" Ooof" He hit the wall and slid to the ground. Scrambling up he shouted " You attack a drunken man!" And ran at the jackdaw, as his shout earned the attention of the night watchman who had not long passed this place. A whistle sounded. A dog barked.

" Damn you!" The man punched him. Hard. Twice. He felt his feet lift away from the ground until he landed in the gutter. Then the jackdaw followed up with a swift kick to the ribs, and another.

As the world around Finnegan began to swim, he reflected that at least he had delayed the jackdaw and Taelindywn had got away. Then the darkness found him, as he distantly heard the sound of foot-steps, a man in flight...

* Not really an old mariner's song. Something I made up!Edited by: Naith Liathant

Tolkus
06/Mar/2011, 05:28 PM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom stood there and thought about it for a second, juggling right here at the bar would not be good. Breothad would most likely give Tom his knife back in his back. Tom chose a simple short song to preform here for the gentelman. Tom got out of Brandy's way and came around to the outside of the bar and stood out from the patrons and began his song.His baratone voice sang out clear and strong, he sang a song of merth and cheer one that most of the partrons there knew and sang along with him at the chorus. When he finished he bowed low to the gentelman andthen the crowd that actually cheered this time. Tom laughed and said, "I hope that pleased Sir to your enjoyment?"


OOC:( Sorry I couldn't think of anything to write for the song, brain not working for that right now, I'll do better next time. )

Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Mar/2011, 06:44 PM
The Jolly Juggler

The young dúnedain listened to the entertainer sing his song. It was soothing to ears of all who continued to enjoy their drinks and meals. Once the entertainer had finished Sorondor and all who had heard the song applauded and nodded in approval. The young traveling nobleman tossed the entertaining three more silver coins taken again from his
first of two brown leather</font> pouches and refastened the flap with deft movements of the fingers of his left hand. He was mindful to spend as little as possible in order keep the fact toned down that he was minor noble of realm and kin to a few of remaining ancient Númenórean lines that had come with Elendil the Tall, his sons Isildur and Anárion and those of the Faithful whom traveled across the Great Sea on nine ships, after the tragic destruction of the isle of the Star by Eru and those of the Valar. He looked back toward Brandy the barmaid with his keen blue-green eyes, and gave her a sly smile, since she was a beautiful woman and he was lonely since he was still single. Who knew what could occur in the rowdier parts of Dol Amroth......


OOC: Tolkus my friend no worries I've had some blank slates too! Moriel feel free to react however you wish to the smile your NPC received! smileys/smiley4.gif</font>

Taelindwyn
06/Mar/2011, 10:56 PM
Gate Town



Several cries haderuptedfrom the guards that were on the night watch and there was a pounding of feet and then more cries as they lost track of the small form they were chasing from the Harbours until finally Taelindwyn ran into Gate Town and looked around panting slightly from the flight from White Town all the way to Gate Town. Her legs were sore as were her lungs from running, for the most part across the roofs of buildings in the straightest line she could get. She looked around Finney and the Jackdaw were no where to be seen. Though she had not exactly taken a route that she would have run into the Jackdaw on on her way back.
She walked slowly trying to see if she could find any sign of her friend or what had happened, she had heard a shout shortly after she had entered the harbour to slip the old man Volumahn away from the Jackdaw. She hoped that Finney had not done anything too dangerous after all the last thing she needed as to tell Maladros that she'd killed the person he'd just introduced her to hours before. No she decided, she wasn't going to tell him that. If she couldn't find Finney alive somewhere she was disappearing. She licked her lips and looked about, wondering perhaps if one of the guards about would know anything.

Naith Liathant
07/Mar/2011, 03:19 AM
Gate Town

Malcir stood there watching the streets, walking his beat. Caldin was with him but not much company. He had broken up with his lady the night before and the usually blusterous man was dour this night.

There hadn't been much fun to be had tonight, except for when they had been alerted to some drunk who got into a scrape. Seemed he might not have been to blame, but he had got quite the kicking.

So after they concluded their duty with him, they thought to go back to the streets where the attack occurred. The perpetrator of the villainy might not have started it, but he had finished it, and disappeared into the night right before the guards had arrived. It was worth having a look about to see what there was to see.

And that's how they came to be walking the streets of Gate Town as Taelindwyn came looking for Finnegan...

Taelindwyn
07/Mar/2011, 05:00 AM
Gate Town
She could find no trace of Finney where she had last seen him or where she had seen the grey man either. She bit her lip and hoped that he had managed to slip away without getting hurt. She did hoever see two guards walking her way and headed for them, she was a bit dirty after running through all of the alleys of the harbours she looked at them hoping desperately that they would have only seen Finney running off."Excuse me." She said still catching her breath looking at the two of them "I'm looking for someone. Tall lanky stick of a fellow saw left him round here not that long ago."

Naith Liathant
07/Mar/2011, 08:21 PM
Gate Town

Malcir and Caldin stood on the thoroughfare before the girl as she caught her breath, appraising her.

" What do you know about him? We are looking for him." Malcir said, thinking she meant the one who had run from the scene after making a mess of the boy.

" Yes, you best have answers, girl." Caldin said, sombrely, with tired effort. His mind was on something else and he didn't care who had beaten up the young lad.

" Out with it!" Malcir urged. " That man is wanted for questioning. Near beat a lad to death in these streets this night!" He glowered, having completely got the wrong end of the stick.

Taelindwyn
08/Mar/2011, 04:12 AM
Gate Town

Taelindwyn would have fled from these guards normally at their town, slipping away into the Ports and hiding away until they'd forgotten about her, but she was looking for Finney and she paled at the mention of him being beat near to death.

"I don't know the man!" She cried a bit exasperated, "I ain't looking for him am looking for and if my friend was beat near to death then you'd best take me to him!" She had to at least be able to see him, maybe that way she could explain to Maladros why she had almost killed her new friend. Maybe he wouldn't get mad at her, she had not meant it to happen after all. "Please."

Naith Liathant
08/Mar/2011, 04:26 AM
Gate Town - Stonegate Tower Infirm

The warden had a little skill at least. When the girl was escorted in by the two town-guards adorned in their livery etched with the Swan and the Gate, the lad stirred. He had been on the bed in the infirm for less than an hour and his face was puffy and bruised at the mouth and his right eye was swelling up and blackening. The cut above it was clean now though.

Usually this room was used to help patch up any guards who had caught a knock, and seldom for inmates of the prison. There were always exceptions though and in dire cases a physician would be sent for. Thankfully the lad had not required such drastic measures. It would have been helpful had he been able to supply a better description of his assailant, rued the warden, but you can't have everything, he supposed. Adarmarcil had served as a ship's surgeon for many years so he had seen a lot of men bear wounds and injuries far worse than these, though it had knocked the stuffing out of the boy.

Having now been introduced to the girl, by the guards, he duly noted the no-doubt false name she had provided - judging by her distrustful attitude, and left her to talk to the boy. He bid Malcir and Caldin remain outside the infirm, so that the two could have some privacy.

As Taelindwyn entered the infirm, she saw Finnegan, his head his slumped in his hands, now sitting up - his feet over the side of the bed which was in the middle of the small chamber and one of three. He had not heard her come in, but he shifted anyway, his face lightening up from inner dark as he saw her, for he had worried that the jackdaw might have caught up with her!Edited by: Naith Liathant

Taelindwyn
08/Mar/2011, 04:56 AM
Gate Town - Stonegate Tower Infirm

It had taken every ounce of will in her small body to not run at the sight of Stonegate she wasn't arrested though and she wasn't being put into there. She thought calmly. Besides Stonegate was only at the longest a week long stay she reasoned with herself. which was normally what thieves like her got. She'd only been in there once and on purpose. This time she reasoned was on purpose as well. The two guards stayed outside of the door after she'd given the warden her name, one that was not on file for her the last time she'd been in this hole.

She stood for a moment just inside the door her hand to her mouth he looked rather rough, and when he turned he looked to be in even worse shape. She took a few steps forward before rushing over to him to check what all had happened to him.

"I swear I told you to keep yerself safe!" She said in a hushed whisper trying to catch a better look at the cut on his head. "What is Mally gonna say when he found out the snot got beaten out of you 'cause of me?" She kept her tone hushed she made certain not to use any ones proper name in case they were trying to hear what she was saying.

Naith Liathant
09/Mar/2011, 02:09 AM
Gate Town - Stonegate Tower Infirm

He shrugged his shoulders, feeling sorry for himself. Finnegan didn't get the stuffing knocked out of him often.

" Don't worry about that Tael." He said at last, quietly, using her shortened name and unaware of her previous history here. He was looking troubled and pondering. " I'm only glad you are alive. That jackdaw was a nasty piece of work and no mistake." He abandoned all pretence of veiling his meaning. " Don't worry about Mally either." He said finally, taking a deep breath and wincing from pain. " I'll deal with that." He said standing up.

" Come on, let me get discharged, and we'll go for a late one somewhere, talk about this. If Mally's got questions tomorrow or whatever, then I got into a scrape with a gang and you weren't nowhere near me." He tried to smile but it hurt his bruised and split lip. " I hope I never see that jackdaw again..." He said darkly.

Taelindwyn
09/Mar/2011, 06:49 AM
Gate Town - Stonegate Tower Infirm</span>




</span>She gave a small nod, at least part of it was true, she wasn't near him when the stuffing had been knocked out of him. "I'm glad you're alive, it is my fault you got yer stuffin' knocked about." She said moving beside him in case he needed some help moving about. After all he had hurt his ankle and hadn't been on it for a bit from what she could tell but she was afraid to touch him thinking she might hit some sore spot from the jackdaw.</span>
</span>"And I'll be glad to not see him again either." She said shuddering something was right wrong with him and she didn't like the thoughts of running into him again. "Is the Juggler still open? It's probably the closest." She said softly after this she needed a drink. The process of being discharged was not so hard since he'd not been so drunk that he couldn't stand upon waking up, in fact the warden seemed a mightsuspiciousthat he wasn't drunk. But he let the two go and they slipped away from Stonegate Tower as if they were walking away from an inn instead of walking to one.</span>

Naith Liathant
09/Mar/2011, 08:42 PM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Returning the Jolly Juggler, their intended venture out into the harbors put on hold for some other time, Taelindwyn and a worse for wear Finnegan sat in a corner, drinking the late night ale.

Finnegan tried to put a brave face on, but he was wincing away, every time he raised his tankard to his bruised face. His eye was sporting a real shiner, but the real pain was in his ribs.

" So Tael, I think you better tell me what happened. Did you catch the old man?" He asked, earnestly, his eyes keen. He wanted to know what went down. He wanted to know that the old man was safe and that Tael was happy, and that the jackdaw was gone. Most of all he didn't want to have taken that beating for nothing.

Taelindwyn
10/Mar/2011, 01:13 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler</span>




</span>She could see the wincing and she was just betting Maladros was going to give her an earful about getting him beat up even if her fellow thief did lie about what happened. Maladros had said to stick together for the most part, and stay out of trouble. However at the question she nodded.</span>
</span>"Caught him easy enough dragged him through all the back ways of the harbours which I don't think he was too keen about sure I got his fancy robes dirtier than sin." She said with a chuckle. "He asked me to take him to a Guild hall, 'parrently he's the master of it, said it had a number of men in it and was locked, and he had the key to unlock and lock it up. So took him there and made sure he got inside. Didn't really wanna explain to a bunch of men why I was running around with a guild master and was worried bout you. But watched him unlock the door, and heard the door lock up behind him and there were lights on I could see from the street." She said with a shrug taking another sip of the ale. "And didn't catch sight of the jackdaw at all so figure he might be looking in the ports cause that's the last place he saw the old man go."</span>
</span>The thought of that jackdaw wondering about her area of town was a bit disconcerting but she figured the guards would spot him easily enough and she doubted the old man would actually let someone into the hall after him. He'd be a right bloody fool.</span>

Naith Liathant
10/Mar/2011, 02:50 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

" Well I am glad you got him some place safe." Said Finnegan. " I reckon we should down these and lie low tonight. I am planning on getting back to my lodge and sleeping. Could do with some kip now. Still, it all worked out, didn't it?" He smiled, draining his tankard.

" Where you staying tonight, Tael? You need a walk back?" He offered, knowing she would be frightened to walk out in the streets alone, but also longing to get back to the Lighthouse Inn and rest. " I don't like the idea of you walking about with that jackdaw out there somewhere. Tell me you aren't lodging down in the harbors?" He could see it on her face.

" Come on then. I'll walk you back where it is." Finnegan stood up expectantly.

Tolkus
10/Mar/2011, 03:27 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom saw the two come in, the girl (Taelindwyn) he recognized and the man (Finnegan) too from earlyer. He could tell the man was hurt. Tom was busy with a customer at the momnet, once he was free he walked over to the table the two were sitting at. He looked to the man and asked, "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

Taelindwyn
10/Mar/2011, 03:31 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

"No." She said standing up looking him in the eye, which meant craning her head up. "I might not want to go back to the harbours but the jackdaw never caught sight of me and he's had more than an eyeful of you." She said softly. "I won't have you limping around like a one legged duck on my account, back n' forth. If I see 'im I can hide good enough on my own." The pain and need to sleep was clear on his face if she had ever seen it on any ones face. "Besides I'm lodged in Middle Port, no chance can the jackdaw catch me in my home turf." She said with a small smile "I'll walk you back to where yer stayin, just in case the jackdaw has backtracked, don't think you want a second run in with him after all."

She left a few mouthfuls of her ale on the table and motioned for Finney to lead the way. As they were leaving the pub she caught sight of something rather interesting and that was a man who seemed to have more than one pouch on him (Sorondor). Perhaps she thought, once she had Finney safe and sound she'd pop in and pay the man a visit.

Naith Liathant
10/Mar/2011, 03:32 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Tom took Finnegan by surprise, as he awaited Taelindwyn's response. He wasn't too pleased to have been asked that question either! He was tired and needed to think fast.

" It's nothing, mate." He said, trying to put on a brave fast and puff out his chest. " Had a run in with a nasty lot down the wharf, but got it sorted out in the end." He smiled, and his split lip hurt. His eye really did look bad now. It was going quite dark indeed. " You should see the other fellas!" He laughed, trying to pick up his own spirits and seem light-hearted about it all.

" What's your name anyway? You ain't from 'round here are you?" He frowned, looking this man over.

Tolkus
10/Mar/2011, 03:47 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom smiled and half laughed at the you should see the other guy comment. "Names Tom." he said with a smile. "No I'm not orignally from here, but it's home now." Tom now became a bit more concerned, "Are you sure you donn't need any help? We have some banges' and some healing sab in the back. I can get it for you." Tom waited to see wha teh man had to say.

Naith Liathant
10/Mar/2011, 03:51 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

" Finn, Finnegan." Said Finn. He held out his hand in greeting and the men shook. " Bandages and balms? I wouldn't say no to that Tom. I took a bit of a lickin' before it was all said and done." Finnegan glanced to Taelindwyn. " Listen Tael, I think I'll go with Tom here and get patched up a bit. Might make it all a bit less obvious when I run into Mally next. If you are definitely all right to see yourself back, I'll chip off to the Lighthouse Inn when Tom's done with me!" He grinned disarmingly.
" Oh Tom, this is Tael, Tael - Tom!" Said Finn. " So where is home originally then..." Finn asked Tom, very interested.

Taelindwyn
10/Mar/2011, 03:56 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Her heckles were right raised when the Jester came over and she had to stop herself from trying to grab one of his daggers and stuffing it down his throat. Something about the man angered her in ways unspeakable. "I"ve met the creep." Her tone was quite dour as she looked at the jester, "If you're sure Finney. I"ll be off I've seen more than enough of this one for the day. Would rather run into our friend down at the wharf." She said rolling her eyes and slipping away.

Tolkus
10/Mar/2011, 04:18 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom nodded to Tael with a smile. "Follow me to teh back and I'll get the stuff." he said to Finnegan. As they walked Finn asked where Tom was from, Tom said, "Originally," Tom paused a momnet. "Harad." They now past the bar and Tom smiled at Breothad who gave them an odd look. "Don't mind him, his bark is worse than his bit." Tom said to Finnegan. He then continued his answer to the question as they entered the back room. "Have a seat and I'll get the bandges and sab." He got the sab and handed it to Finnegan "I came here at age of 12 after my father and brother were killed in a raid in Gondor." Tom mused for a momnet thinking to himself as he got the bandages. "Here you go." Tom gave Finnegan the bandages.

Naith Liathant
10/Mar/2011, 04:30 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

" That's quite a story! Aren't people from Harad...you know." Finn couldn't force himself to say ' the Enemy' but really. The recent conflict at the Poros suggested it was so. " Your father and brother were killed. I'm sorry, Tom." He said. " Tom though eh? You took that name didn't you? That's not a Haradan name. Or are you from Far Harad and that? Haradrim." He asked. " I mean that's a story. We don't do slavery in Gondor. How did you come to be in Dol Amroth, Tom? If you don't mind my prying..." Finnegan realised that he shouldn't bite the hand that was feeding him, but he was mystified.

Tolkus
10/Mar/2011, 05:02 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom was actually intriged that someone was interested in him for once. Tom had to smile at the enemy part and answered, "So I've been told." He shook is head and sighed. "No Tom is not my real name. It was given to me by the man who took me in. He said it would make life easyer here and he was right." Tom shruged his shoulders. Tom thought for a momnet remembering his past, "I took a ship here or stoyed away more like it." he paused, "Strange isn't it, coming to one's enemy. I was found by a resident and taken in by him. He was rather streght forward with me aoubt the war between our people. He thought me the history here, even trained my in many differant arts." Tom smiled now. "He even helped get me the job of Jester to the Prince. Igues that's kind of my story." Tom smiled, "How are you? This stuff helping?"

Naith Liathant
10/Mar/2011, 05:11 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Finnegan looked at Tom through new eyes. It must have been a lonely life for him, and one of confusion.

" Blimey Tom. What's your real name?" Finn asked, not even knowing if he was being rude. " You sound like your life has been an adventure! Though I suppose not a very happy one. It must be pretty lonely I expect and I suppose you never get any trust from anyone." Finn rued not trusting Tom himself. Tom seemed likeable. " Here that poultice is really helping. My eye don't feel so bad now. Cools it down. I hope I haven't got broken ribs though! My chest is murder!" He said, finally revealing the extent of his injuries.

Tolkus
10/Mar/2011, 02:51 PM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom sat back on the counter and mused on what Finn had said and asked then he spoke, "My name... well... I'm sorry but that is smoething I do not revile. I hope you understand, something like that I would have to truly trust you to tell you." Tom hoped he didn't seem rude in his answer. "Yes my life has been an adventure at times, as to happy I would think no more or less than any others maybe." Tom had to smile at the trust statement Finn had made, "That is too true about the trust. As you could possibly tell from your friend Tael tonight. I've only met her three times now and never said a word to her but you've seen the look on her face and heard he words. It's like that with nearly all I meet, you get use to it after a while." Tom looked to the floor and shook his head.

Tom got off the counter and walked over to Finn and siad, "I can get Breothad to come take a look. He's rather good at the healing. Has had to do it for me on several occations when some of my more ambisious tricks go a stray while practicing them." at that Tom had to laugh at himself. He awaited to see if Finn needed more help.

Naith Liathant
11/Mar/2011, 02:42 AM
Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

" That's all right, Tom, but thanks." Finnegan said, standing up. " It's been a long night, and I'm sure I'm not that badly wounded." His eyes said otherwise, but Finnegan was rather afraid of finding out the extent of his wounds. He'd take a look and judge as it as went. Day by day. If he was still in pain like this in a few weeks, then yes, broken they were, those ribs. If not? Well then good.

" I've seen some of your tricks you know, I am in the Juggler a lot." Finn said. " You are really pretty good my friend." He held his hand out, in friendship, to cement the words. Finn had decided you couldn't judge people on looks alone.

Tolkus
11/Mar/2011, 03:06 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom smiled at the comment that Finn made and gladly shook his hand. Tom escourted him from the back room past the bar into the common room, "Would you care for a drink before you go? On me." Tom asked with a smile, he was happy that at least someone wasn't afraid to talk to him.

Naith Liathant
11/Mar/2011, 03:28 AM
Gate Town The Jolly Juggler

Looking about the emptying taproom, Finnegan took an aching breath and nodded!

" Aye Tom I would at that! One for the road, eh? Never turn down a free drink. That's a rule of mine!" Said Finnegan. " I do look forward to forgetting much of tonight, but I won't forget you, Tom. You are a gent!" Declared Finn and he meant it too.

Tolkus
11/Mar/2011, 04:01 AM
<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">The Jolly Juggler
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Tom poured Finn the ale and slid it to him across the bar. "Drink up and enjoy. I'm sorry but I have to get to washing up, I need to keep ahead cause I never know when I might be called to court." With that Tom went to washing mugs and plates while singing softly a gentel tune. Edited by: Tolkus

Naith Liathant
11/Mar/2011, 04:15 AM
Gate Town The Jolly Juggler

Several minutes later, Finnegan had finished his ale and was most grateful to the generous Tom, who was of course still working, so Finn had not got to know him better as he had hoped to do. He was however appreciative of the Southron born man. Whether he hailed from Harondor or Harad, Finnegan was left to guess. But if he was survivor of a coastal raider? Probably Harad. Tom was an enigma.

" Well Tom, you are certainly an enigma!" Finnegan said, amiably. " But a welcome one to my mind. I'll be in again tomorrow night most like. Maybe I'll see you here, or around." Said that man. He thunked his tankard down and gestured an apology. " One more to clean eh? I best scarper, Tom, thanks a million!" Finnegan smiled broadly, and departed the Jolly Juggler, en route to his usual room at the Lighthouse Inn.

Tolkus
11/Mar/2011, 04:21 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom smiled and said, "Glad you enjoyed it. If you come in tomarrow I'll be here if I'm not in court.I'd enjoy a talk if you can spare it." Tom took the mug and two others and juggled them a bit then let them splash into the tub of soapy water.

Moriel
13/Mar/2011, 12:11 AM
Brandy - Barmaid, the Jolly Juggler


The eyes of the barmaid widened with disbelief as the nobleman slid across to her two shining golden coins. Her hand quickly descended upon them to sweep them out of sight and into the deep pocket of her skirt before any unsavory eyes could fall on them. "M-my thanks, sir." Brandy stammered, rapidly regaining her composure. He (Sorondor) had turned to Tom then, flicking yet another gold and two silver coins to the swarthy jester, but the echo of his slow wink stayed with her, and in her pocket her fingers closed tightly around the gold. Brandy turned away to fetch the food he had asked for and once out of view chewed her lip anxiously. The noble was clearly not short of coin, but even if his goal was to attract attention, in this part of the city he was as like to attract the unworthy and dangerous sort as he was to attract the luxurious or feminine. But the business of her patrons was no business of hers, Brandy reminded herself when she had assembled the plate.

It was good thick bread, fresh baked that morning by her very own hands- Breothad did not keep a baker nor believe in purchasing the wares of any in the high street, so a few extra coins found their way to the barmaid's pocket by providing her services in that department as well. Between the slices was the tenderest pork to be found in any inn of Dol Amroth, cooked slowly with many spices that gave it its flavor and fame. Brandy set the plate before her customer (Sorondor) and a slow flush rose in her cheeks at his smile, edged with wickedness. But Brandy had not worked so many years in the tavern without any measure of guile, and she smiled winningly back, resting her arms on the bartop and leaning slightly in towards him. "I hope it's to our liking, sir! I hear Tom's been keeping you entertained." her eyes flicked briefly towards the jester, who had been deep in conversation with a table (Finn), but was moving back now with several mugs. "He's quite the juggler, is he not? Singer too- though occasionally a woman's voice graces this hall!" the barmaid let slip the edge of a wink. Two could play at that game. "Seeings you're staying here the night, you may as well know my name if you needs me. Brandy I am, and you, sir?"</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
13/Mar/2011, 01:20 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Sorondor now could only himself but smile as the charming barmaid went to fetch his order of pork resting in between to thick slabs of warm bread. It only took a moment before the lithely lass was back depositing his meal before him as the young dúnedain took a long draft of the ale surprising excellent soothing his dry throat. His keen and bright blue-green eyes watched her as she leaned toward him her voice cool and filled with one who enjoyed a good conversation once in a while, "I hope it's to our liking, sir! I hear Tom's been keeping you entertained." </font>"He's quite the juggler, is he not? Singer too- though occasionally a woman's voice graces this hall!" </font> "Seeings you're staying here the night, you may as well know my name if you needs me. Brandy I am, and you, sir?"

The young nobleman spoke his own deep baritone voice was filled with exultation, "My dear Brandy my apologies I'm Sorondor Heron, cousin of the known d</font></font>únedain Hallas Corintur (C.) Pehwarin." " Whose family escaped with the remaining faithful under the leadership with our long ago first High King Elendil the Tall and his two noble sons </font></font> Isildur and Anárion." "Theirs along with my own line who dwelled in the ancient city and port of the Pelargir, another stronghold of our valiant long race against the dark times during the Second Age and now it seems to come back to haunt us again due to the dark lord's return." Sorondor then took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly before swallowing the bite. He nodded his shaggy dark brown haired head in approval as his taste-buds as the sensations of rich spices in both the meat and bread. He spoke again praising the beautiful barmaid still leaning toward his tall 6-foot and 4 inch well toned and muscular body, " Brandy excellent bread and pork some of the best since I departed my cousin's holdings of land in the fief of Lebennin." The young dúnedain now again took a swing of his ale to cool his throat as he waited patiently for Brandy's reply to his recent short speech.....



Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Beren Camlost
14/Mar/2011, 05:00 AM
The Chains of the Past</font></span>
Dol Amroth, Gate Town. 3014. A day before the existing events of this thread.
</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]</font><i style="font-weight: normal;"> He's been standing slack-jawed for five minutes,[/i]</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Iella[/b]observed.</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">N[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">o, I swear it's been seven,[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span>insisted and the tall, lithe elleth smote the air with a chopping gesture of her hand, as if that movement alone would end the debate.</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">D[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">oes thishaveto happeneverywhere we go ?[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Iella[/b]complained irritably and the sun-haired</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">elleth[/i]crossed her arms with a pout.</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">Just mortal digs. [/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]reminded with a sigh ; she missed the Rangers of the North, at least their jaws didn't drop when they saw an elf.</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">I[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;"> know. It's unusual,[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Elfaron[/b]sympathized, speaking in Common, with a sheepish look, as he began to remove the contents of his pouch.</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]continued to stare in disbelief.</span><i style="font-weight: normal;">Elves...in my inn...[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">.[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]muttered, awed ; the owner of the establishment collected the peculiar payment of jewels and gold from the golden-haired, blue-robed elf healer ; it was more than enough than what was needed for their rent and he wasn't greedy, but he didn't want to refuse the gracious Eldar. </span><i style="font-weight: normal;">We'll be the talk of the town for weeks, I imagine,[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Elfaron[/b]replied, chuckling</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">. [/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">The w-wolfhound has t-to s-stay outside,[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]stumbled</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]. </span></span></font>
The owner of the dog belonged to the silent elf, the tall and strong, broad-shouldered one of the group who was clad in blue and gray ; he wore a sword of unique beauty on his hip, and the innkeep wondered if it had been made in elvish lands.</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]knew the elf was very old for it was truth of the loremasters that only elves in their third cycle could grow a beard as this one had though it seeemed coarse, giving the elf a rakish apperance. The age of the Eldar differed from the age of Man ; the elf was ancient indeed but were it not for his luminous eyes, he would have appeared a handsomely distinguished mortal in his forties, fallen on hard times inCaldur's thoughts. The elf frightened</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b], to be honest, though ; the man was unsmiling, in fact it seemed as if he was wore a permanent scowl, and his beard gave him a rough look, and his blue lamplit eyes were dead, gazing almost accusedly out of pools of shadow as if the whole world was to blame for whatever troubling matter agonized his heart.</span>

</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]was afraid that the elf would lash out at him for turning his hound away. It was not the elf that was upset concerning this command ; it was the big dog itself. The large, sleek white-furred female hound arose on her hind legs and braced her fore-paws against the counter and her threatening bark shook the room, startling guests who were already stunned to see a wandering company of elves asking for lodging in mortal lands. The hound had obviously decided she wasn't going</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">any[/i]where.</span><i style="font-weight: normal;">Le selmalinne, Ráka ; Ni selma nteréva ("You will go,Ráka; I will be fine", Quenya),[/i]the elf spoke in a surprising mellifluous voice ;</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]expected a hoarse or rasping tone out of that one. The big dog twisted her head and gave her elfin master an appraising look. She was confused.</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]could sense that both beast and elf had knew each other a very long time and it was not often that she heard such orders as to leave his presence.</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]felt increasingly disturbed...it was though the dog actually understood what the elf was saying... what kind of dog was this ?! The elf forced a smiled at him - he must have not wanted to be parted from the hound either - and the elf led the dog out of the inn.</span><i style="font-weight: normal;">She may stay in the stables, er, Sir Elf ![/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]called from behind the bar, but see to it that she keeps her own peace and not spook the horses ! The elf paused at the door, the knob of which he had began to twist, and he turned with a grin that gave</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]a shiver.</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">Fear not, man ! She bothers Orc.[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]And he was gone and his strange whining dog -</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Ráka[/b]? - with him.</span>

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Later that night.

</font>I don't belong here. I ought to have abandoned them, could have searched for her on my own</span>, pondered<b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]coldly as he sat at the bar.<i style="font-weight: normal;"> Care for a tot, A-ran-nol-wee ?[/i]asked<b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]hesitantly, mispelling his name unintentionally. The mistaken phrasing sounded uncannily like "I ran away" to the elf.<i style="font-weight: normal;">Ee-ar-ah-nol-way,[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]corrected fluidly with a mirthless laugh, sweeping a hand against his face, ridding the tears. That had been such a stone-hearted thought of his. Had he ever considered his friends so needlessly ?What do you have, barkeep ?</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]opened doors, inspected his stock.<i style="font-weight: normal;">I'm short on a lot of things but never bourbon, milord.[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"> [/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]was amused. "Milord" ? That's you, Makalaurë. Caldurstraightened, seeing the elf talk to an invisible person. <b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur[/b]stood before him uneasily ; this elf gave him the spooks. <b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]gestured nervously, avoiding Caldur's eyes ; it seemed he realized that he had done this strange thing.That will do ; I thank you kindly.</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur</span>[/b]ran his hand threw his brown hair and shook his head ; giving a drink to a crazy man, even if he was an elf, might be a mistake but he seemed like he could use a bracer, that was for sure. <b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]watched him pour the liquid into a shot glass.So cruel, I am,</span><i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]he thought, holding the glass of bourbon in his hand now.</span><i style="font-weight: normal;">They love you and deeply but you would so easily cast them aside, evenYulma, just to chase a phantom. A woman whoresents</span>you. [/i]His uttered a crazed chuckle - that in moments slid into an explosion of lou maniacal laughter was. Really, the whole affair was simply outrageous !So why am I weeping ?</span><i style="font-style: normal;">[/i]Earenolwë</span>'s wild bright eyes and unbridled laughter and unrestrained tears drew stares from those few who sat at the bar.<b style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/b]

<b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]drank. The whiskey slid down so smooth and it was potent - strong enough to make him blink and catch his breath. <i style="font-weight: normal;">I loveMorielbut she cares nothing for me[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">,[/i]<b style="font-style: normal;">Earenolwë[/b]explained to no one in particular in a quiet, anguished tone, his mood changing in an astonishing instant, the tear dew that dampened his cheeks shone in the guttering candlelight.<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"></span>[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">And I want her still regardless,[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">[/i]he continued shaking his head, amazed,and I would sacrifice anything, anyone to hold her just one last time and beg her forgivenes</span>. There was a rippling of understanding and muttered curses from the men at the bar who all knew what that was like and sympathized with the elf, had their own problems with women. A big, brawny whaler who sat next to him began to cry much to the amusement of several people ! <b style="font-style: normal;">Caldur</span>[/b]<b style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;">smiled sadly[/b]and began to pour<b style="font-style: normal;">Earen[/b]another shot.<i style="font-weight: normal;">You need this more than anyone, I reckon, Sir Elf....E-renno-ray.[/i]</font><i style="font-weight: normal;">
</font>[/i]<i style="font-weight: normal;">*</font>[/i]Midnight</font>
</font> She wasn't asleep yet, was reading an edition of</span>There and Back Again or A Hobbit's Holiday</span>by Bilbo Baggins that</span>the famed hobbit himself had autographed for her at the Tuilinn Inn ; several months ago, she and her friends had tarried in Imladris for a while and there was a chance meeting with the halfling. <b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span></span>had just began the chapter</span>Flies and Spiders</span>when she heard</span>Earenolwë's familiar voice albeit drunken, singing outside her room, obviously on his way to his rented quarters which was the next room down. He sang softly and pleasantly ; although he slurred much, she could ascertain the words well enough.</span></font>
</font>I keep insisting,</font>You keep resisting,</font>Saying you can't love</font>As I love you.</font>Dearest, until</font>The day that you do,</font>I have</font>Love enough for two-</font>(</font>'The Unfinished Song'</font>, from</span>American Dreams</span>by John Jakes</font></font>)</font>
</font> </span>Yulma</span>bit her lip and laid her book aside on her blankets and arose from the bed, dashed to the door of her room and opened it, poked her head out. Earenolwë</span>was being supported by</span>Caldur</span>who was guiding the elf to his assigned room. That's a sweet song, Sir Elf,</span>Caldur</span>remarked, but not sure I've heard it before. Earenolwëexplained that words and melody belonged to King Maglor himself. Clad only in her smallclothes, </span>Yulma</span>stepped into the hallway and approached the pair ;</span>Caldur's eyes widened at the sight of her and he tried to stare at the ground, thinking his gawking would be quite improper. I've got him, thank you, innkeep,</span>Yulmathanked and gave</span>Caldur</span>a kiss to his cheek for his trouble ;</span>Caldur</span>stood in the hall, mouth partly agape, touching his cheek in astonishment. Yulma</span>re-entered her room with</span>Earen</span>in tow and closed the door. You have to get a grip, Ada ("Daddy", Sindarin),</span>she admonished gently and the silvan elf woman tenderly eased the man onto her bed ; he laid sprawled upon the blankets. You haven't called me that in a long time,</span>Earenolwë</span>spoke and</span>Yulmagrimaced as plumes of bourbon and beer breath touched her face ; he wasn't much of a drinker and it was the knowledge that he resorted to inebriation for solace upset her. </font>
</font> </span>Yulma</span>stroked his silver hair with a smile. She met him she was a little girl, in the reckoning of man she couldn't have been more than ten years old. He had been in search of a friend - Elerrína - and the band of her own father's, Callandor, had came across the wanderer and guided</span>Earenolwë, knowing where to find her.</span>Callandor's band had been tarrying in the land of Maglor at the time of the Glorious Battle and were killed to the last, includingYulma's father. Elerrína, who had came back with</span>Earenolwë</span>years prior and had dwelt with him in the vale of the King, discovered</span>Yulma</span>in the chaos ; they both became her guardians and raised her. Things change,</span>Yulmaspoke with a shrug of her slight shoulders. Don't I know it,</span>Earenolwë</span>muttered. There was silence now between them ; it was raining outside, lightly. It was comforting to</span>Earen</span>as was the stroking fingers of</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span>. You were award of mine....like</span>Moriel,</span>Earenolwëmentioned bleakly. Yulma</span>closed her eyes once.</span>Tomorrow, we're going to have some fun,</span>she promised him, trying to change the subject ; she didn't want him to think about</span>Inziladûn. She gently turned his cheek so he could look at her. There's</span>a tavern in town called the Jolly Juggler. We'll have some drinks and a good meal, some entertainment. I hear it gets pretty rowdy and there's gambling and shows. Better excitement than we can find here, that's for sure.</span>Earenolwë</span>waved dismissively.</span>You all go on without me,</span>he insisted.</span>I'll be such a drag, anyways.</span>Yulma</span>frowned. It's going to get worse before it gets better ; you won't be this way forever, it'll take some time, we know that.</span>Earenolwë</span>laughed.</span>I've been a wreck ever since she left, you know that,</span>Earenolwë</span>pointed out.</span>It'll</span>keep</span>getting worse and</span>never</span>better is more like it. </span></font>
</font> Yulma</span>was angry now and she jostled his shoulder.</span>You have to try ! I know you don't like feeling this way ! You're afraid of letting go and you're afraid of letting another woman love you !</span>There was silence again save for the sound of the rain pelting the roof of the inn. I just want you to be happy, find some joy in your life,Yulma</span>told him wearily, breaking the spell of silence, wiping sudden tears from her eyes.</span>She doesn't love you, there could be someone else. Or no one - and you have to...accept that. And maybe when you do, there will be someone. Fate is funny like that, you know. She caressed him again. And you could use somebody who understands even an inkling of what you're going through, too ; I've never been in love and have had my heartbroken - Iella and Elfaron haven't either. It's getting late. But I don't feel like moving your drunk arse all the way back to your room. So you're here with me for the night.Earenolwë</span>smiled wanly as she kissed his cheek, snuggling now, and</span>Yulma</span>closed her eyes.You're going to look good, tomorrow, too, Ada, she mentioned.</span>Iella</span>and I have been conspiring. We're going to buy you some new clothes at the market, today. And. A. Kriffing. Razor !</span>Earenolwë</span>swore under his breath.</span>Oh, do shut up,</span>Yulma</span>snapped and thwacked him. It'll just grow back anyway, she continued with feminine derision.You know I'd miss doing this. She scratched his bearded cheek with a giggle.</font>
</font>*</font>The next evening. </font>Present time in the Jolly Juggler.</font>
</font> We're going to stand out like hobbits at a dwarf family reunion, Earenolwe remarked dryly but everyone laughed anyway as they entered the Jolly Juggler. The knee-high boots and gray breeches he wore were snugger than what he was used to in elvish lands but still comfortable as well as the white linen shirt he wore beneath the open blue, silver-embroidered coat. His face was shaved. I'm gambling ; anyone care to join me ? Elfaron asked and Iella was apt to reply quickly that she would, excited. Straight to the bar,<b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span>spoke up with a laugh and pulled at Earen. You. With me. Now. Earenolwë had no choice. Watch the drinking tonight. And remember, you're drinking because it's fun - and tasty. Let me see your smile. Earenolwë's endeavor wasn't satisfactory. We'll work on that, she said with a laugh and applied gentle pressure to his arm. You know what kind of mortal girls hang about bawdy places like this. Let's see if we can find you a good-looking strumpet to take back to your room,</span><b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span>mentioned eagerly and Earenolwë palmed his face with his free hand. Loosen up all right, you're suffocating, said Earenolwë, removing her arm. Fan out some, too, he added. Even if there is someone, she wouldn't to do anything seeing how close you are. </span><b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span>was positively glowing, hearing him just suppose. It was a good sign, to her at least ; Earenolwë just wanted some space, breathing room. </span></font>
</font> I'll be watching, Ada, she promised and disppeared into the early tavern hours crowd. Ada, Earenolwë muttered with a smile. Been so long since she had called him that lastly. He liked hearing it though. His smile dissolved. Thinking of those halcyon days reminded him ultimately now of Elerrína. Always the women, Earenolwë thought angrily, gloomily and he took a seat on a stool at the bar with a dejected and truculent expression. Yes,I will certainly have a drink, Earenolwë concluded, decidedly. He remembered the bourbon. Oh, yes. It had made him feel a little better. But when he saw the picture-pretty, dimpled tavern girl (Brandy) with the thick fall of rubicund hair lean against the counter, well, that alleviated his depression quite nicely, better than the alcohol could. She had calloused hands but that was all right and the weathered quality of her fair skin ; these things merely accentuated her simple beauty rather than detracted from it - he admired hard-working women. Rarely in his life had he been attracted by the sight of a mortal maiden's good looks - for most of his life he had been enamoured of Tyelpelfindis and Moriel - but it had happened now and again ; it was one of those times now. At the moment he didn't feel himself like, romantically, the rough-hewn beauty but Earenolwë was aware that heacknowledged keenly her winsomeness. He discovered that his frown was transforming. Her smile stimulated his own and her exuberance made him feel tranquil somehow.</font>
</font> Watching her, he noticed the auburn-dressed tavernmaid's chain, could see partial sight of the braided metal of silver gleam. Unconciously, his own hand came to the necklace he wore, that he always wore. From the dwarven necklace hanged as a pendant a star-bright Balar pearl wrapped extravagantly in silver. It had belonged to Moriel, a gift she had cherished and so had seldom wore ; they had many adventures together and she was always fearful that she would lose it or that it would come to harm in some way. It was the only thing she left behind - besides a shattered heart that still hadn't mended. The taverngirl he heard name herself Brandy to a muscular gentleman (Sorondor) that Earenolwë had taken a seat next to. Sweet and intoxicating, Earenolwë mentioned charmingly in Common,looking at Brandy with a smile that still lingered on his lips. He winked at her ; he noticed mortals do so when in situations like these and thought the gesture appropriate. 'When in Gondor...' . Brandy spoke spoke of a juggler named Tom and that 'occasionally a woman's voice graces this hall !' Earenolwë hesitated and asked, If it's yours, I'd like to hear it, pretty girl. If it's not too much to ask or if it's not too early. He touched her callous hand and softly spoke. Please....how about you make a sad man happy with the lovely tune of your voice. </font>
</font> Whether a fun song or simply sweet, it matters not, just...frankly that you do. Her features changed, becoming ethereally beautiful ; her dark eyes became a startling bright blue. Brandy's red hair was black now, a stunning contrast to her flesh, skin that was as white as thick cream. Moriel. The vision receded quickly and Earenolwë's eyes closed ; he saw her face in everything. In stars and flowers, the bright disc of the Sun. Was he really going insane ? Or was he a man just too deeply wounded ? Earenolwë opened his pouch. 'On occasion' ?...I'll pay, he told Brandy.His removed a colorful, small seashell and offered it to her with a shy look, hoping he wasn't being too forward about this but he really wanted her to sing for him. You live here and I bet you've collected tons of these in your young life, beautiful,Earenolwë admitted to Brandy. But this isn't your typical seashell. I took it from the shores of Lindon, an elvish land far away from here. Keep it. He placed it in her hand - and folded his other over hers and smiled at Brandy, looking into her dark, flashing eyes. Near the bar, leaning on a wall with her arms crossed,<b style="font-style: normal;">Yulmanilda[/b]</span>smiled, watching with interest. </span></font>












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Tolkus
15/Mar/2011, 01:28 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Whistling away as he was cleaning mugs and dishes, Tom just happen to look up when in walked a group of Elves. Tom droped the mug he was holding into the tub of warm soapy water. With a splash the soapy waterflew into his face. Tom quickly grabed the near by towl and cleaned his face. He was stuned now to see one of the Elvessitting at the bar next to the man who was very generiuos with his money(Sorondor). Two others went to the gambling area and one leaned aginst the bar close by. Tom walked over to her, gave the Northern Rangersalute and said, "Mae govanna, may I get you something?" He awaited to see if she wanted anything.

Laielinwen
18/Mar/2011, 07:14 PM
http://laielinwen.com/Plaza/SL/Saur&#111;nTrib2.jpgSauron</font>WasHere</font>http://www.lotrplaza.com/forum/smileys/smiley11.gif</font>*bites Aig thankfully*

Elrond edit : Gently, Lord Sauron ! lol. Thanks, sweetie smileys/smiley10.gif ! I'm here to stay, just waiting on Moriel and will RP with Tolkus in the same post. I love RP'ing in your Region, mellon nin :D</font>
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Hallas C. Pehwarin
28/Mar/2011, 03:35 AM
The Jolly Juggler



The young nobleman continued to enjoy his sandwich of pork resting in between to thick slabs of warm bread.

Sorondor was still patiently waiting for the fair barmaid named Brandy response to his some what long winded introduction. The 21 year old dúnedain was glad to be spending a year getting to learn all he could about the southern realm of Gondor. He had read a few of the scrolls and written accounts made by his cousin Hallas C. Pehwarin's long family; whom had chosen to return to Gondor after the fall of Arnor in 1974 TA. The papers included a list of several of the realm's venerable lords such as Forlong the Fat who ruled Lossarnach.

The most curious case was the fief of Lebennin during the entire rule of the Kings and later Stewards had never appointed a noble family to rule the fertile fief. Though his cousins family had a control of a wide region north of two of the tributary rivers being the Celos and Sirith in during certain troubling times had constructed adequate defenses to offer protection of those whom had lived in the fief since the founding of the kingdom by the ruling line of Elendil and his sons Isildur and Anárion. Next came the fief of Belfalas and its principle city of Dol Amroth; whose rule fell to Prince Imrahil whose family had been a ruling line since the time of Elendil the Tall, and who was also kinsman to the current ruling steward Denethor.

Lamedon was the next fief and the most densely populated in all of Gondor falling under the rule of Angbor the Fearless. The next in the realm of Gondor came the fief of Anfalas whose rule fell to an ancient family named Golasgil. The wide fief also had a few regional rulers including; Hirluin the Fair who ruled the Pinnath Gelin (Green Hills). The final fief was Andrast which was within the realm of Gondor but not populated by the descendants of the faithful due to that several native tribes of men called Drúedain that were known to use poisoned arrows against those deemed enemies mostly the Orcs of Mordor.... Sorondor now turned his blue-green keen eyes back to Brandy and Tom wondering what else could occur during his time in Dol Amroth.

Tolkus
28/Mar/2011, 05:33 PM
The Jolly Juggler

Tom excused himself a moment to let the Elven lady make up her mind on her order and walked over to the bar. He looked to the gentelman who had given great tips(Sorondor) and asked, 'Can I get you anything else sir? Drink, food, interesting banter... anything at all?"

Beren Camlost
29/Mar/2011, 06:09 AM
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<DIV style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Dol Amroth, Gate Town. 3014.
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<DIV> The kind Easterling worker (Tom) had asked her if he could get her anything. And he had called Yulmanilda a 'sir.' Perhaps you didn't dry your face too well, mister. Maybe you got some soap still in your eye, guy, because I'm a woman you know. Yulmanilda burst out laughing but only momentarily. Her face became drawn. She had always been a tomboy - isn't that what mortals called rough and tumble, rascally women such as herself ? -of sorts but there were instances when she felt particularly feminine. Like right now.Presently she feared that she didn't look as beautifulas an elf maid should ; there were such things as unattractive elves - she still remembered listening toAigronding, Lord Mordagnir's hilarious description of thefat and squatelf noble Salgant who was chief of the House of the Harp in Gondolin when she and the others had visited Imladris almost a year ago.
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<DIV> She noticed after a few moments that the Easterling man was speaking to the gentleman (Sorondor) sitting beside Earenolwë and she felt particularly awful about not answering his question and most likely embarrassing him with her words. I would like a beverage, actually. And something to eat, please. Whatever you recommend. she said, taking a seat at the bar a few stools away from the left of the man who sat near her father. I'm Yulmanilda, by the way ; what are you called, sweet sir ?

She kneaded her lower lip with her teeth, nervous. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable but Yulma had to know. Did you really think I was a man ? she asked and part of her wanted to burst out laughing because it sounded just so funny. Is it the clothes ? Unlike most elven females whose garb was mostly dresses and gowns, Yulmanilda wore tunic and breeches, a lose-fitting long dustcoat. Okay....I dress like a man, Yulmanilda admitted and this time she actually did laugh and heartily so, but I'm not a male, really, I promise. She blushed and Yulmanilda hid her face against the palms of her hands. An instant later, she removed the leathern cord that bound her brunet hair ; now the skeins of herbrown tresses framed her angular face and alighted upon her shoulders, full and soft. Is that better ? she asked in trepidation. Ugh, no wonder I been single for Three Ages. Maybe I need to wear dresses more...and get rid of this trenchcoat thing....but that wouldn't be me, she thought. Yulmanilda's bottom lip thrust out.
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Tolkus
29/Mar/2011, 02:40 PM
The Jolly Juggler

As Tom stood at the bar the Elf came and sat and begain to talk to him. Tom couldn't help but smile and in no way felt any embarassment. "Right away ma'am." he siad to the Elf and brought her a nice bit of cheese, bread and vinison meat on a large clay plate along with a tall mug of ale. "I hope this is too your liking, if not just let me know." Tom said to her.

"Good to meet you Yulmanilda, I am Tom." He said with a wide grin. It had been a long time since Tom last spoke to or even saw an Elf. Tom couldn't help but laugh to himself as Yulmanilda went on about her appearance. He then spoke in a calm reassuring tone, "No milady I knew right away that you were a lady of the most deepest beauty." He smiled at her and asked, "What, if I may be so bold to ask, brings Elves to this place?"

Moriel
09/Apr/2011, 09:26 AM
Brandy - Barmaid, the Jolly Juggler</font>


“I do not know this man Pehwarin.” Brandy shook her head, though still smiling. Sorondor went on with his introduction, and the barmaid wondered that he felt the need to give a broad lineage, while at the same time seeming to assume that the name of his cousin would be known even in these less than noble parts of the port city. “But I thank you, it is good to know our simple fare pleases even the palates of those used to more exotic offerings.” She had been about to enquire what brought Sorondor into Gate Town, when the door opened and she glanced up to see who was coming in. Brandy’s lips parted in surprise and she stared; a group of elves had just come through the door. Two were fair and disappeared at once in the direction of the tables where dice rolled. But two headed in the direction of the bar. The female was dark of hair and her complexion was hinted with olive and was quickly accosted by Tom further down the bar. But the male was headed straight for her; a tall ellon with a handsomely angular face, strong jaw dusted with stubble. Brandy’s eyes flicked over him in swift astonishment, taking in the shining silver of the hair that touched his shoulders and the bright blue of his eyes.

They seemed to pierce her with their luminescence, and though Brandy had never met nor so much as seen an elf before in her life, she had listened to enough tales to know that this was one of the ancients. For a moment she stood thunderstruck; it was as though he had walked out of a song and into the Juggler. Then he was speaking to her, and she shook off her disbelief, the smile leaping back into place upon her features. “Suilanyel (Greetings, Quenya),” she said, dipping her head to him in greeting. A simple barmaid she may have been, but Brandy was not unintelligent; her questing mind sought beyond mere tales, and the little scholarship she had managed to slip into her life had included snippets of tongues other than her own. “It is,” she replied, her smiled broadening when the ellon (Earenolwë) questioned whether it was her voice which could be heard here. As he studied her, she in turn studied him from behind her smile. Just as they said in all the stories, he seemed ageless, but for in the depths of his eyes, where there lurked eons of history- and some unknowable sadness.

But then his look changed, becoming shy, almost nervous it seemed as he opened his pouch and drew out a small object. Brandy looked down at the seashell he had handed to her. It was smallish and delicate looking, though her hand felt its weight and knew the thickness of it was greater than the eye first perceived. It would have been an ordinary clamshell, but for the fact that by some fate of current or tide it had become lodged in some place where a flow rich with minerals ran over its ridges for who knew how long, dappling the ridges of the shell and filling the grooves with iridescent, many-colored opal. This was a precious thing, far greater in value than any song, but before she could protest, his hands had grasped hers, closing her fingers over the shell. After he sorrow in his eyes and the cold brightness that he seemed to exude, Brandy had expected his sudden touch to be chill. But it was warm and soft, and she returned his smile, tucking the shell safely away into the inner pocket of her skirt.

“All right.” She said, a hint of mischief creeping into her smile. “You’ve persuaded me, sir. Wait a moment.” Brandy slipped from behind the bar and wended her way through the tables until she found a likely suspect; a regular patron who always sat in the same place, and occasionally played or accompanied on his concertina. After a swift, hushed conversation with the sailor, he nodded and she grinned. As Brandy straightened, the first clamorous notes cut through the chatter in the tavern and the setting sun’s light streamed through the window, casting shadows of umber and red across her face. Cheers came up from several tables around the room when they heard the concertina begin and saw the barmaid standing in the light. It was not often that Brandy entertained, leaving that pursuit to the jugglers, but when she did the performance was always met with acclaim. The song was one that several present had heard before, and they whistled and cheered upon recognizing the melody. In the pause between the end of the introduction of the song and when the words began, Brandy became transformed, her dark eyes flashing and her grin feral now, taking on the persona of the words she sang; moving about the room throughout the course of the song, teasing here, threatening there, pausing just long enough to move out of the way of a questing hand. Her voice was husky and untutored, but rang stridently and strong.

</font>You gentlemen can watch while I’m scrubbin’ the floors</font>
And I’m scrubbin’ the floors while you’re gawkin’!</font>
And maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell</font>
One a ratty waterfront in a ratty old hotel</font>
And you never know to who you’re talkin’!</font>
And you never know to who you’re talkin’…</font>

Suddenly one night, there’s a bang in the night</font>
And you yell, “What the hell could that a-been?”</font>
And you see me kinda grinnin’ while I’m scrubbin’</font>
And you say, “What the hell’s she got to grin?”</font>
Then a ship, a black freighter,</font>
With a skull on it’s masthead, will be comin’ in!</font>

You gentlemen can say hey girl finish the floors,</font>
Get upstairs, make the beds, earn your keep here;</font>
You toss me your tips and look out at the ships</font>
But I’m counting your heads while I make up the beds</font>
Cause there’s nobody gonna sleep here!</font>
Tonight, none of you will sleep here…</font>

Then that night, there’s a scream in the night</font>
And you yell, “Who’s that kickin’ up a row?”</font>
And you see me kinda starin’ out the winda’</font>
And you say, “What’s she got to stare at now?”</font>
And the ship, the black freighter,</font>
Turns around in the harbor, shootin’ guns from the bow!</font>

You gentlemen can wipe off the laugh from your face,</font>
Every building in town is a flat one!</font>
Your whole stinkin’ place will be down on the ground,</font>
Only this cheap hotel standin’ up safe and sound</font>
And you yell, “Why the hell spare that one?”</font>
And you yell, why the hell spare that one!</font>

All through the night with the noise and to do</font>
You wonder who’s that person lives up there?</font>
Then you see me steppin’ out into the mornin’</font>
Lookin’ nice, with a ribbon in my hair.</font>
And the ship, the black freighter</font>
Runs the flag up its masthead and a cheer rings the air!</font>

By noontime the dock is all swarmin’ with men</font>
Comin’ off of that ghostly freighter.</font>
They’re movin’ in the shadows where no one can see</font>
And they’re chainin’ up people and bringin’ em to me</font>
Askin’ me, “Kill them now, or later?”</font>
Asking me, kill them now or later!</font>

Noon by the clock and so still on the dock,</font>
You can hear a foghorn miles away…</font>
In that quiet of death, I’ll say: “Right now.”</font>
And they pile up the bodies and I’ll say,</font>
“That’ll learn you.”</font>
And the ship, the black freighter,</font>
Disappears out to sea,</font>
And on it is me…</font>

(Pirate Jenny from Threepenny Opera</font>)
(Listen here!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eENWTA0bs4</font>)</font></font>

The final note hung low and wistful on the air of the tavern as the fantasy faded away from the pirate girl and from Brandy, as each watched in their minds eye the black, eight-masted ship sailing away into the sunset for plunder and adventure. Cheers filled the air, and Brandy tossed her head pulling herself out of the reverie of the song’s end, and her grin flashed out again as she was applauded. With a flourish of her hand, the barmaid gave a mocking little bow, sidestepped a chair, collected a dirty tankard, and caught a silver coin which came winging through the air towards her, all in one smooth motion. Calls came up for more ale in the aftermath of her performance, and Brandy swiftly swayed her way back to the bar, slipping behind it easily to deposit the mug in Tom’s basin of soapy water, tucking the coin into her pocket by the seashell. Still filled with the euphoria which followed such an act as she had just given, Brandy turned back to the silver ellon where she had left him at the bar. “Well, sir elf? Do the taverns of Dol Amroth meet your standard?”</font>

Naith Liathant
11/Apr/2011, 07:28 PM
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Gate Town - The Jolly Juggler

Sir Marrick Maladros entered the inauspicious establishment in Gate Town with Finnegan at his side. The sandy haired youth with the freckles sidled up to the bar with the laconically impassive Maladros in his wake, before Finnegan tried to catch the attention of either Tom or Brandy who both worked here for Breothad. That man himself seemed absent of his duties for he sat with several old mariners to one end of the taproom deep in a game of bones with friends from his past. Laughter and lewd merriment sustained the din of their conversation and jesting.

" Mally, there is nowt I can do for her. She is fit up like a kipper and no amount of silver-tongued prattling is going to get her out of bird." Said Finney as he waited, drumming the worn surface of the bar with his fingers absent mindedly.

" I realise that!" Maladros exclaimed, surprised and annoyed and amused at once. " But I must replace her, and I've a need. Also I must know more of the jackdaw. It's come pecking about and worms the harbour like it owns the place! That's no good! No good at all. Stirs up the hornets my friend, and I have to keep them appeased - to some extent." Maladros shook his head solemnly, ruefully, sincerely. Dark shadows in his blue eyes.

" Well we'll see if Brandy or Tom have heard aught of what's occurred." Finn suggested.

" Be subtle lad." Maladros warned. " And be cautioned, Tom is of Haradrim descent in case you did not notice, and that puts my back up. I mistrust him, and so do all who clap eyes on him in the Court. Most think the Prince unhinged in the mind for hiring this fool retainer while allowing him to work here in this bawdy tavern."

" Tom's all right, Mally, honest. He's an honest cove." Maladros looked doubtful, glancing out to the door and watching the crowds for a moment.

" Making friends with the enemy now are we?" Maladros eventually intoned, his words quiet.

" He is a fool in the Court! The Prince is mocking him, and the enemy, having a Haradrim to make him laugh on a whim and humiliate himself for the pleasures of the nobility! Only Tom? Tom thinks he is being treated well! Might be he is too! But the point is not wasted on me. I like Tom. He helped me out on the night of the ... On the night before Tael got grabbed."

" Don't be a simpleton! He did it to gain your trust!" Maladros glowered.

" Oh? My trust! Mally! What possible motive to gain the trust of the likes of me?"

" Well, he might have... He might have seen you with me." Marrick was not convincing.

" And? You are extremely flighty these days Mally." Finn looked concerned.

" Yes, as well I might be. But don't let that be your concern." Maladros fell silent. He would tell Finnegan only what Finnegan needed to know. No more and no less.

Rainelle Hérandil
11/Apr/2011, 11:50 PM
Gate Town - House of many Splendors

A girl with raven black hair walked down the street of Gate town, a slight limp in her step, but she wasn't all that concerned about that. She glanced around the different buildings with dark blue eyes the color of sapphires, then smiled faintly when she saw the sign above one six story building which announced, the House of Many Splendors. She looked up at the tall building, impressed that the shop was so big. She had a pale but pretty face framed by her long black hair, and she wore a black and red-trimmed dress, a thin black jacket buttoned up over it, and there was a very small little lump under her jacket in her rib area. On her feet were sturdy black boots, and her fingernails were decorated with black ink, with a tiny red bat drawn on each nail over the black background.

Rainelle was going to be sixteen in a couple of days, but she looked closer to fourteen. This was probably due to the fact that her mother had some amount of elven blood in her, but Rain didn't know exactly how much, since her mother had died when she was only seven. Now she lived with the man who was supposedly her father, but she wasn't so convinced of it, as she looked nothing like him, and acted nothing like him, and he didn't like her one bit. Because of the way he was always hitting her and yelling at her, she returned the not-liking-him feeling quite strongly.

She glanced down at her jacket and smirked slightly to see the little black kitten poking his head up over the top button of her jacket, trying to climb out. She relented and let him climb onto her shoulder, where the young cat balanced and looked around with curious green eyes. "You'd better not cause any trouble here, Onyx." Rain warned her pet in a light, teasing tone, reaching a hand up to pet her kitten's head, scratching under his chin. She grinned as Onyx purred, then she walked up to the door and slipped inside the store, looking around curiously.

Rain loved to draw, and that was actually why she was here. Her 'father' -probably step father, in reality- was busy getting drunk at some bar, the Sloop and Swordfish right across the street, so she had slipped off on an errand of her own; finding some good art supplies. She looked around the inside of the House of many splendors, then slowly started to walk around, keeping one side of her face hidden by a sheet of her dark hair, while the other side of her face was obscured by the black kitten balancing on her shoulder, also looking around the place curiously. Rain didn't want anyone seeing the bruises on her, one on her cheekbone, just a little below and to the side of her right eye, and another on the left side of her chin bone.

She bit her lip lightly and sighed silently, not having much luck with finding what she was looking for. She wanted to find a set of good charcoal pencils, and some graphite pencils as well.. and she would love to find some pastels to use as well. She wasn't as much into paints, but she liked to be able to add colors into her drawings, when she could. It was sometimes a little boring drawing in gray-scale all the time. She wondered where the employees were, because it seemed like she was going to have to ask if they carried the items she wanted. And she hoped that, if they did have them, they wouldn't be more than she could afford!</font>

Hallas C. Pehwarin
12/Apr/2011, 04:14 AM
The Jolly Juggler

Sorondor's keen blue-green eyes now widened as he heard the voice the lovely barmaid Brandy sing a song which echoed across the interior of the packed Inn. He now sported a wide lopsided grin on his fair medium oval styled face, two thick dark brown eyebrows, two bright blue-green
eyes, in between them rested a medium sized aquiline nose, a pair of
tanned cheekbones from his regimes of weekly exercise, a pair of pale
pink lips that formed his mouth which at any moment could form into a
charming smile for any beautiful ladies nearby, and finally curved chin
covered in a thin stubble of a beard beginning to set in. He clapped somewhat enthusiastically and flipped in the direction of Brandy a few more silver coins. Now he waited to see her reaction to the wealth being given to her this day....

Tolkus
18/May/2011, 02:30 PM
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<DIV =WebWizRTE leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1">Tom stoped what he was doing and turned to listen to Brandy sing, she had such a lovely voice. He claped when she finished and waited on his customer. Tom realized that it was time for him to go on stage and he excused himself from the Elf at great relutance, "Please forgive me but it is time for me to preform for the crowd." he said to Yulmanilda. Taking off his aperan Tom dashed to the small stage and lit the lanterns about it then gathered his juggling itemd and began his show. With a big smile and jovial attatude Tom said to the crowd, "Welcome one and all to the Jolly Juggler. A place not only where the song birds live but can juggle too." he finished with a sheepish grin. He starte with juggling some ceramic balls, first three then adding three more one by one. All the while telling very bad jokes, "Found an Orc in my pajamas, how he got in them I'll never know.... " grons from the audiance some chuckles, while he preformed.

Juryblazeblade
04/Jun/2011, 04:19 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">a battered looking Rangerrode in to Gate Town on a weary horse. he was a tall man,with long dirty blond hair and a trimmed bearddismounting with practiced ease he took a moment to adjust his travelworn forrest greencloak beforehis jade eyes came accrossa stable sign. letting out a sigh of relief he quietly led his hors to the stable,finding thestablemaster he quickly bartered for lodgings for his horse as well as water and hay. stepping back out on the crowded street he took a moment to get his bearings. first thing that he needed was supplies. then... he did not know. his eyes quickly gravitated to one of the larger structures noticing the sign which reads The house of Many Splendors shrugging in hisleather and chinmailarmor he began to move towards the shop intent on buying supplies. his heavy leather boots leaving no impressions in the dirt on the ground
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Rainelle Hérandil
04/Jun/2011, 05:05 AM
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Rain smirked a little to herself as she found the section she needed. Art supplies! She smiled happily and picked out a case of multicolored pastels, and a small package of graphite pencils, as well as some charcoal pencils. "Just what I wanted."</font> She said quietly, looking over at Onyx, who was on her shoulder. She picked up a couple of the charcoal pencils, which were sold individually, then looked around a little more before picking out a small sketchpad as well. She smiled and headed for the counter with her new art supplies in hand, so she could pay for it with the money her stepdad had given to her to buy him some drink with. As she walked out of the aisle she was in, she gasped slightly as she turned a corner and collided with a tall man(</font>Bruthane)</font></font> who was coming around the corner from the other way at the same time.

Onyx was jarred and slid partly off her shoulder, digging his small claws into her shoulder to keep from falling all the way off, as Rain caught herself by grabbing onto a shelf behind her. "Oh! S-ssorry..!" </font>She said quickly, her blue eyes widening slightly, both startled and a little frightened, uneasy with being so close to a man, especially one so tall and intimidating. She winced and grabbed Onyx, pulling him off of her shoulder so his claws weren't piercing her shoulder, then as she was doing that, she sensed something and spun, seeing that the big tall shelf she had grabbed onto for balance was starting to lean. She realized she had knocked it off balance when she grabbed it, and was falling over!

"Oh no!"</font> She gasped, frozen for a second as she saw that the shelf that made up the aisle was about to fall over. It was far too heavy for her to catch it, yet she tried anyway, reacting quickly by grabbing for the side of it before it fell too far. She could already imagine the trouble she'd be in when the shelf fell and hit the floor, all the merchandise would be shattered all over the floor, probably broken, and she would be to blame for it, because she had first ran into the man and then had grabbed the shelf, and she already felt really horrible about it all...</font>
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Juryblazeblade
04/Jun/2011, 05:38 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Bruthane continued to browse the many isles of the shop making a list of items that he would return and purchase later he was just walking past the arts supply line when a young girl seemed to materialize out of nowhere right in front of him. he nearly ran her over. he heard her apology and smiled sligtly beneath the hood of his cloak, she was dressed oddly with all of her clothes being black. but it seemed to suit her well. not to mention the kitten sitting on her shoulder was cute. he was about to call out to calm herbut the words died in his throat as the shelf began to tilt twords them. his eyes widened with fear when he saw her move and try to catch the shelf. and with lightning like speed he stepped forward and pulled her and her cat out and away from the shelf before stepping in and catchingit. he threw his weight against the wood and strained to keep it from tipping over.using his weight and height to his advantage, the shelf slowlycame to a stop and began to inch back towards its center. finally with the sound of wood impacting wood the shelf came to rest. back in its original position. Bruthane let out a huge sigh of reliefthis crisis was averted. quickly glancing over to where he had tossed the girl he asked "Areyou alright?" in a conserned tone of voice, waitingfor an answer beforelooking down the isle he saw that several products had fallen off the shelf but none of it seemed too damaged.reaching up he pulled his hood off his head and smiled once more " No apologies are nessessary young miss. it was an accident. though might you help me gather these items? he said in a friendly voice to RainEdited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
04/Jun/2011, 05:58 AM
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Rain tensed when she felt the man(Bruthane) grab her, then he had pulled her out of the way of the shelf. She stumbled backward a little, but managed to keep from falling down. Then she stood quietly, watching with wide eyes while he pushed the shelf back upright like it was supposed to be. She glanced around, realizing she had dropped the items she had picked out when, probably when she had bumped into him, or maybe when she rushed to try and stop the shelf from falling.

She relaxed slightly when she saw that the shelf was back upright, and not much damage was done. She gave a short nod when he asked if she was alright, then pulled Onyx from her shoulder and hugged him close, trying to calm the little black kitten. "I'm fine. Thank you." </font>She said quietly, trying not to let it show how tense and uneasy she was with being around a man. She didn't trust men, and neither did Onyx.

Rain tucked some of her hair back behind her ear and went slowly forward to help him pick up the things that had fallen off of the shelf. "Again, I'm really sorry about that."</font> She mumbled, looking down as she picked up some stuff. She also picked up the items that she had dropped, which she had been going to buy. But one of the charcoal pencils was broken now, and it sounded like the pastels might be broken inside their metal tin. She didn't know what to do. She didn't think she had enough money to buy the broken items as well as not-broken ones to replace the ones that had broken, and she didn't want to buy the broken things but she knew she should pay for them. She bit her lip and tried to figure out what she would do.
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Juryblazeblade
04/Jun/2011, 06:39 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Bruthane's face fell back in to a nutral expression as he bent down to gather up the fallen items as well. he would occasionally look over to the young girl who he had literally run in to. he noticed several things that made him feel uneasy. first there was the slight limp that she walked with then there were the bruses on her face that she had had hidden beneath her hair that were now revealed after she tucked her hair behind her ears. both of these plus her guarded stance that continued to persist even after this incident was resolved... the cathissing at him softly didn't help either...
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">after seeing the amount of damaged items that she had gathered and hearing her mumbled apology he said in a gentle voice " All is forgiven, I should have been more careful. were you going to purchase those items?" he askedRainpointing to the small pile that she held seperatly from the broken objects. reaching out he grabbed a fresh box of pastels anda new charcole pencil before holding out an empty hand and gestured for the broken items. since this was my fault, not yours,let me make it up to you I'll buy the damaged goods plus the undamaged ones here. you can have them as my way of saying sorry. and where are my manners, I hit a girl and dont even introduce myself first. I am Bruthane son of Ickthane. Might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?" he asked once more in a calm manner extending a hand in a friendly gesture...Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
04/Jun/2011, 06:57 AM
Gate Town - House of Many Splendors

Rainelle glanced down at Onyx when he hissed softly. "Quiet.."</font> She said softly, gently rubbing the top of his head between the ears to calm him. She knew he too was uneasy around men, due to her stepfather always yelling and hitting her. She always did everything she could to protect her kitten from him, but sometimes, she knew, he hit Onyx too. She hated when that happened, since not only did she hate to see Onyx hurt, but it also normally resulted in her getting beat up more. That was because she would always lose her temper and try to stop him, then he would turn on her instead. Whatever it took to keep her baby Onyx safe, she was willing to do almost anything to protect him, she loved her kitten so much.

She jumped slightly, almost unnoticably -at least she hoped so- when he took the items from her hand and asked if she was going to purchase them. "Uh, yes. I was." She replied, a slight touch of wariness in her tone.She looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide as he spoke again and offered to pay for the items. She blinked a couple of times, and cleared her throat quietly. She was not used to anyone doing such a kind thing for her. "Uh, thank you." She said, not sure what else to say, and bit her lip nervously when he introduced himself. He seemed friendly, but she felt she could never trust men, so therefore she never really felt comfortable near one.

"I.. I'm Rain."</font> She said timidly, still a little wary as she tentatively reached for his extended hand. She felt really nervous, like she was sticking her hand in a balrog's mouth or something. Onyx had climbed onto her shoulder and was hiding his face in her hair, against her neck. It seemed like he was trying to burrow a hole there to hide in.</font> "And.. that's Onyx." She added, nodding slightly with her chin toward the little black furball that was trying to merge and become part of her hair, seemingly.</font>

Juryblazeblade
08/Jun/2011, 04:40 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Bruthane continued to smile though he did catch the minute movemnets and her continued unwillingness to be in his presence. he now had his mind made up rest could wait. if this girl was being treated like he had come to believe... there was going to be agreat reckoning with whomever was responsible. he then nodded toRain and onyxbefore saying"well then it has been quite to honor to meet you two...there" he said finishingwith there quick clean up. hequietly stood before rubbing the dust offof hishandslooking back over toRainhe then said " wait right here and I will be back in a moment. " before taking the items over to the shopkeeper and after some quicknegotiations. purchased the goodswith a smallamount of coin.then hewalked back to Rain and handed her the purchaseshe knew that he was not going to like this next part but it had to be done" now do you need help finding your mother and father?" he asked hoping to gain some insight as to just whoher attacker was. in situations like these it was usually family or someone close to family. so the parents were the first choice. Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
08/Jun/2011, 05:03 AM
Gate Town
House of Many Splendors

Rainelle bit her lip and nodded when he said he would be right back. She waited a little uneasily, petting Onyx while she waited for the man to return. She smiled as he returned and handed her the drawing supplies that she had been going to buy, which Bruthane had so kindly bought for her instead. "Thank you."</font> She said, looking down at the pencils, pastels, and sketchpad. 'Now do you need help finding your mother and father?' Bruthane asked, and Rain looked back up at him. "Uh.. no, thank you."</font> She replied, careful not to answer too quickly, or not to let any kind of hidden message be heard in her voice.

Her mother was dead, but she didn't tell him that. And she knew just where to find Jake; in the bar across the street. She wasn't going there, she wanted to go somewhere else, somewhere that she could draw in peace. She smiled at the man, even if it was somewhat forced. "Thank you again," </font>She said, glancing at the shelf which had almost squashed her, then at the stuff in her hands. "for everything."</font> She blushed faintly as she thought of how the man had saved her life. She waved slightly, then ran out the door.</font>

Juryblazeblade
08/Jun/2011, 05:35 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Bruthane waved a casual goodbye to Rain before standing and like clouds rolling over thewastes of Mordor his expression changed to one of deadly seriousness. startling several people around him. glancing at them he made his way out of the store, pulling his hood up looking left and right he quickly caught sight of Rain as she wove her way through the crowds. if she was headed home she certainly was taking around about route to get there... thinking back to what she had said to him he noticed that her final answer had been... perfect. not to quick... no glances to the right indicating lying... nothing... pausing for a moment in a crowd he wondered if he was reading to much in to this... kids rough housed all the time right...no... she did not seem the type...both she and her cat seemed too wary...he continued to shadow her making sure not to be noticed as he did. coming to stop as she began to slow and look around with an artists eye. from his hidden positon he smiled as he watched her set down and set up her supplies. before she began to work.Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
08/Jun/2011, 05:47 AM
Somewhere outside of town

Rainelle walked quickly, taking a glance at the bar, Sign of the </font><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Sloop &amp; Swordfish, and made a face before she went on quickly. Once she had gotten outside the gates of Gate Town, she glanced around, finding a nice spot under a tree. She tucked some hair behind her ear and pulled </span></font></span>[/b]</span></font></span></span>Onyx </span></font></span></span><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">off of her shoulder and held him in her lap. "What should I draw, </font></span></font></span>[/b]</font>Onyx</span></font></span></span></font><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></font></span>[/b]</font><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">? I have a brand new sketchpad and pencils and stuff, I just gotta draw something!"</font> She grinned and turned to the first page in the pad. </span></font></span>[/b]</span></font></span></span>Onyx </span></font></span></span></span></font></span></span><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">looked up at her and mewed. </span></font></span>[/b]</font>Rain </span></font></span></span></font><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></font></span>[/b]</span></font></span></span><b style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">thought for a moment, then smiled. "I've got it."</font> She said quietly, then bent over the pad in her lap and started to draw.</span></font></span>[/b]</font>

Juryblazeblade
09/Jun/2011, 03:15 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Bruthane sat down unnoticed in the crotch of a tree curling his cloak around his form so that he was nearly invisible amongst the foilage. he was content to observe Rain from a distance, not wanting to spook the girl or her little furry friend. he smiled as she seemed to be totally at ease outside the town gates, that was an odd trait to have especially in a child. he rememberd back to his own youth when the mothers and matrons would tell stories about how little boys and girls would be snatched up quick as blinking by orcs and goblins... and though there there is truth to that, that did not seem to be the case here.Bruthaneidley rubbed the well worn pommels of histwinblades, reassuring himself that they were still there along side his other weapons. knowing his duty, Bruthanekept his vigil. overlooking the girl and the other travelers who entered and exited the town. small voicespoke in the back of his mind still saying that thisgirls situation was not his affair, and that he should move on... butbruthane brushed thatthought aside. his job was to help people and keep the lands safe.and this fell directly in to helping people... within reason... he smiled slightly, wondering ifhis commander wouldapprove ofthis.Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
09/Jun/2011, 03:44 AM
Somewhere outside of town

Rainelle paid little attention to anything around her, only glancing up from her drawing every once in a while. She worked steadily, using first the pencils, then after she had an outline she began to add color, and detail, focused on drawing while Onyx played nearby. After a long time she sat back and looked at her drawing. She smiled softly at the image on her paper.
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</font>She surveyed it with a critic eye, making sure there were no mistakes. She was pleased to see that there were none. She had done an especially good job, which was somewhat more impressive since she was drawing solely from her memory, a memory from nine years ago, but she had a very clear memory with things that she saw. She remembered every detail, once she had an image fixed in her mind. This was the last image that she had in her memory of her mother.

She smiled sadly as she remembered that day, nine years ago, when her mother had told her to be careful at the beach, before Rain took off to go play on the beach, at seven years old. The last time she saw her mother alive. Glancing around, Rain smiled and watched Onyx pounce playfully on a leaf a short distance from where Rain sat. She looked back down at her picture and wished that her mother was here.

After thinking for a moment, she closed her sketchpad and stood up, stretching a bit. She got her pencils and pastels, while Onyx came and rubbed against her ankles. After picking him up, she tucked some hair behind her ear and started walking, lightly touching a bruise on her chin. She set Onyx on her shoulder and tucked the sketchpad under her arm, glancing around a bit as she walked, never very trusting of people, especially men.</font>


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Juryblazeblade
09/Jun/2011, 04:37 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Bruthane watched asRain made some final touch ups to her work and held it out to admire for a moment. from this angle he could not see just what she had drawn but by the way that her young face lit up he guessed that it was somthing that made her really happy. and then that smile turned to one of saddness... and that made him frown. somthing loved and lost maybe. that was neither here nor there. slipping down from his perch Bruthanelanded without a sound before stalking off,continueing to follow Rain.Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Calinthae
09/Jun/2011, 06:37 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lenna walked up with Leeland to the gate of Dol Amroth. She was nervous about walking into the town. She wasn't like the others from around there. Lenna kept her head covered with her cloak that she took from home. Lenna wanted her identity to be kept a secret. Lenna was a princess from a far far away elven tribe. They wanted her to be the next leader over her big sister for a reason that was not right. Her older sister had all the same qualities that Lenna did. She looked to her pet wolf, Leeland. She was almost questioning him if this was the right place to come to since all the other attempts to make a living ended in utter failure because the people recognized her.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lenna wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She nearly walked into an elderly woman, a few for that matter, and a couple of walls if it weren't for Leeland's careful eye. Lenna had stopped at a nearby cafe for a rest. She looked around and realized just how lost she is. Lenna got up and began walking again. She saw a little girl run past her to her mother and gave her a hug. It reminded Lenna of home and made her wish she hadn't left but she wanted to leave the place because it felt too crowded there and she wanted to see the world.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lenna, once again, wasn't paying attention and ran right into a man, knocking him down. This man just happened to be Bruthane. She had fallen down on top of him, her cloak's hood falling off her head revealing her ears. "I am so sorry. I am really sorry" She appologized over and over again. She heard gasps from all around themEdited by: Princess Lenna

Rainelle Hérandil
09/Jun/2011, 07:08 AM
Somewhere outside of Dol Amroth

Rainelle walked for a while, until she was at least a couple of miles from town. Whenever she saw flowers along the side of the road, she stopped and picked the prettiest one, then went on. Finally, she reached her destination and paused for a moment. There was a burial ground here, for the dead of the city. Rain put Onyx on her shoulder and kept a hand up to her shoulder, petting him softly as she walked slowly among the graves. She stopped at one in particular, and looked down for a moment, then knelt down and placed the flowers against the headstone, which read: </font>
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"May Eru grant you eternal rest, dear Mother"
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</font>She smiled sadly and held Onyx in her lap, sighing softly as she read the words again. The words that she'd had to have engraved on that stone, by herself at seven years of age, because her lousy stepfather was too drunk to bother with it. "I miss you, mother."</font> She whispered. She looked down, her head bowed in sorrow, as well as anger at him, Jake. She was certain that he was the one who had killed her, but she had no way of proving anything against him.

She stayed there for a while, not wanting to leave and go home. But it was starting to get dark out, and as much as she liked the dark, she was cold. "Goodbye, mother."</font> She said quietly, then stood up. She glanced around, tucking Onyx into her jacket and buttoning it up. With her head down, she started walking back to town, taking a different path than she had to get there. It was quicker this way. She dreaded going home, but it was necessary, she figured. </font>



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Juryblazeblade
10/Jun/2011, 04:35 AM
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<DIV align=left ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthanewas continued to followRain until they both were on the main road and just as he was about to fall back so as not to be noticed his senses screamed at him to look out tensing he was suprised when he was knocked from his feet and landed on the ground sprawling with another individual in a tangled mass of limbs. 'a mugger?' he thoughtas he struggled toextract himself from the mess onlyto hear a voice, awomans "I am so sorry. I am really sorry" said Lenna.Bruthane's eyes widened when he saw that the lady was in fact an Elf. It was not often to see one of them outside of there Relms. he casting a quick glance around he mutted an oath under his breath He had lost track of Rain and with the continued bustle of people coming and going from the town, he would be unable to pick up her trail. letting out a sigh, he turned his eyes once more to the elven lady and then up to the small crowd that had gathered around them most of whom were staring at the lady. letting out a low growl he said to the pesants, " Shut your mouthes or youll catch flys in your teeth, move along." cowing them with his tone the group quickly dispersed. Rolling to his feet, Bruthane extended a helping hand to Lenna " it was nothing but an accident, no harm done. Though, I would be more careful when walking through crowds next timem'lady" helping her to her feet Bruthane took another moment to look around for Rain but could not see her.letting out a frustrated sigh, Bruthanetooka moment to beat the dust off his cloak before he reached up and pulled down his hood. before turning to Lenna " A most interesting day I have had, thats the second time someone has run in to me and I find myself wondering more and more if there is any credence to the idea of fate..." shrugging his shoulders Bruthane smiled and said " well since we have alreadymet, let us introduce ourselves.I am Bruthane, son of Ickthane, Ranger of Ithilien"Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Calinthae
10/Jun/2011, 04:59 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna looked at the man and took his hand. She stood up and she too placed her hood upon her head. She dusted herself off as her wolf, Leeland, sniffed him to make sure he wasn't going to harm his friend. After giving Lenna an approval nod, Lenna spoke to Bruthane. "A pleasure to meet you. But if you don't mind I wish to talk else where. I don't feel comfortable talking out here in the open." She said shyly.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna took his hand and as if they were on water pulled him to an inn. She paid for boarding and took him to a room. She closed the door and took off her cloak as Leeland sat quietly in the corner watching every movement. Lennawalked overto the window and fixed her golden hair and pushed it behind her ears. Her feet shown the tales of her travels and her clothes gave away her status.Lenna turned to Bruthane and smiled. "My name is Lenna, daughter of the late Leonël. Princess of a far away land of elven people that is not known. I ask that you will listen to my tale. My parents were both recently murdered. Our people wanted me to take over the throne over my older sister because I was much better looking than she was. I absolutely refused and took my leave so my sister could take over the kingdom. I have been traveling for so long my days and nights meld together." Lenna really just needed to get this off her chest and Bruthane was her savior. Leeland trusted him and so should she.Edited by: Princess Lenna

Juryblazeblade
11/Jun/2011, 04:05 AM
At the Lighthouse Inn

Bruthane was suprised when he was all but dragged to a room at the Inn which he noted that Lenna paid for and it seemed that she had coin to spare. His eyes widened when he saw that she was in fact elven nobility and after Listening to her story Royalty. feeling like he should not even be in the same room with one of such status much less a member of the Fair people.As such,he shifted his weightand settled in to a formal stance that his sargeant had drilled in to his head for when he was dealing with his superiors. " so you caught a case of wanderlust and here you are? lady Lenna?" he asked in a conversational tone. looking around the room once more before coming to rest on Lennas travelling companion Leeland, he had heard tales about elvishraised animals, about how there intellegence neared that of there elvish companions and that they should always be treated with respect. with a slight nod to the wolf Bruthane asked " and who might I ask, is your travelling companion?" it was at this moment that he remembered Rain and the reason that he was following her. and his face contorted with rage for a moment before settling back in to a neutral expression " Lady Lenna I must beg your leave, when we met I was following a young girl of maybe fourteen years whom I suspect is abused by her father, I know that it might seem a bit odd that I took an interest in this but...she looked like she needed help, she does not trust men and her injuries were extensive, I fear that somthing worse might happen soon."Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Calinthae
11/Jun/2011, 04:17 AM
Lenna's ears perked when he kept calling her Lady Lenna. She turned to him and smiled. "His name is Leeland. He is my faithful companion." Lenna turned once again away from him and walked to the bed. She heard about the girl who was abused. Leeland trotted over to her and spoke to her in his wolvish way. Lenna looked to him. "Did you bumb into this girl by any chance? Leeland tells me that there was a scent of a young girl on you. If what you fear is true, I should be the one to go. Her fear of men will only worsen if you go. I will go and take care of the abuser and bring the girl back. Please I ask that you join me as my protector on my travels. If I had you arround, I might have to worry less about those who would want to sell me to the highest bidder." Lenna had walked to get her cloak and placed it back on her tall frame. "No human hand can ever turn against that of an elleth and live in my kingdom."

Juryblazeblade
11/Jun/2011, 05:27 AM
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Bruthaneupon hearing the wolvesname said " Well met sir Leeland"he nodded at her at Lenna's question of Rain bumping in to him saying "that she did. Leeland, would you be able to track her." he then frowned at her request for him to stay behind shaking his head slightly he said to Lenna, " I will do what i think I must. though you may be right.We both find the girl,youtake care of her while I make my... displeasure... known to her father and anyone else who has done her harm."Bruthane's face remained calm but his voice spoke volumes as to his anger. his left hand rested on the hilt of his sword, if one looked closely they couldsee him gripping the pommel with a vice like grip. After a few moments ofsilent fury, Bruthane calmed down andthencocked his head to the side as if thinkingand then said"As to your request, I would be honored to accompany you. though Iwill have to send messages in to my captain as to where I am. ThoughI do not think that this would be aninconvience. I would be discusted withmyself if through my own inaction, you ended up in a slavers market." he Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Calinthae
11/Jun/2011, 05:41 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lennareluctantlynodded her head when hesaid he must come."I get my first shoutings at him though. I must tell him that he is a disgraceful human." Lenna smiled and walked toward the door. Shesmiled at herself."We must atleast stay one night here in this hotel. We are awefully tired and completely hungry." Lennawalked outside as she saw the sun just about to leave the sky for a rest. She turned to Leeland."Ok dear friend. Track her please." With sharp precision, Leeland picked up on the scent and led them through the town to a graveyard where he could make out fresh flowers on one of the graves. Lenna had taken hold of Bruthane so he wouldn't get lost. As they followed behind Leeland, she turned to Bruthane. "Please don't call me Lady Lenna. Just call me Lenna."
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Leeland gave a small growl when they came upon a house on the outskirts of town. Lenna let Bruthane go and walked up to the door and knocked on it, she has prepared for anything. A glint possiblygave it away to Bruthane that she was holding a dagger in her hand by her side incase this abusive person answered the door, but no one answered. Leeland picked up a scent in the air and followed it all the way to a girl (Rainelle). Lenna looked to Bruthane. "Is this her?"Edited by: Princess Lenna

Rainelle Hérandil
14/Jun/2011, 02:15 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle was running, holding Onyx tight to her shoulder, protectively. A
pack bounced on her back with each step she took, held on by two shoulder straps. It was full
of all her most precious and necessary possessions. Her drawing supplies, some changes of clothes, a blanket or two, some food but not much, and some other small trinkets and supplies that she'd managed to shove in there before she had fled.

Her boots pounded
on the ground as she retraced her steps back to the graveyard, running as fast as she could. There
was one place that she wanted to go, to say goodbye to, before she left. But she knew
she couldn't stay there long, they were probably after her at this very
moment, though how long it would take them to pick up her trail, she
didn't know. She just knew she could not let them capture her. The very idea terrified her, and she forced herself to run faster out of fear.

She saw the old abandoned house where she sometimes went to draw. She didn't go in, since she didn't have any reason to, and kept running. Her breath was short and she was tired after running all the way from New Port, where she lived, to here. She wasn't the best at running, drawing was more her thing. Though she did lots of stuff outdoors, she rarely did any running. Ironically, she was always the fastest in a race with other people her age or even older. Probably due to the elvish blood in her.

She was close to the graveyard now. She wanted to say goodbye one last time, even though she had said goodbye earlier that evening, to her mother. Or, rather to her grave. That was all she had left of her, aside from a couple of small trinkets that had belonged to her. But it was different this time. Earlier, she had said goodbye with intentions to return another night. This time, she intended never to come back. She was leaving Dol Amroth, leaving for good. She didn't yet know where she was going, but she had to leave, and quick, and she had wanted to leave for a long time now anyway.

Before she had ran more than five steps passed the old house, she came to a skidding stop in the middle of the dirt road with a gasp, staring at the two figures. She heard one ask if that was her. They'd found her! How did they get ahead of her? Breathing heavily and slightly panicked, she looked around for an escape. She saw a canine with them. That's how they'd found her so easily, she realized. Then, before she could dash off the road and run from them, she realized that these were not the same people who were after her.

Rain stared in confusion, unmoving, as she tried to figure it out. It was too dark to see who they were, but Onyx was frightened. He smelled the dog(wolf, actually), and he hissed at it as he climbed up higher on Rain's shoulder, burying his head in her hair and the side of her neck. Rain stood where she was, her blue eyes wide and showing her fear as she stared at the two. She took a small step back, uncertain of whether she should run. She could see that one was female, and the other was a tall man.. and something about him seemed slightly familiar, but she wasn't sure what it was...
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Juryblazeblade
14/Jun/2011, 03:46 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthane looked over to Lenna and glanced down at the dagger that she had palmed smiling grimly and resting his hands on his blades as well. whomever lived here was in for a world of pain if they dared beat a innocent child. they waited for several moments and then Leeland once again began sniffing the air and moved off to lead them right to Rain. Bruthane let out a sigh of relief seeing as that they found her but kept his senses on alert. he noted her worried expression and backpack as well as the fact that she seemed to have been running for some time.Bruthane pulled back his hood and thenlooked over to Lenna and leeland before nodding and saying
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">"it is she, though be gentle. She appears to hav been running from somthing...or someone,and I for one do not want to scare her any more that she already is."
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">he then took several steps back remembering how his presence had madeRain uncomfortable when they first met. he then moved around the small group and took up a watchful stance keeping an eye on the direction that Rain had come from. he had a bad feeling about this and one did not last long in the wilds without listening to his feelings. he began to wistle a slow tune that he had heard once before though he could not remember where. though he kept an ear out to listen to the conversation between the ladies. Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Calinthae
14/Jun/2011, 04:12 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lennasmiled at him. She turned to Leeland and gave a silent command."Bruthane, stay here with Leeland. I will take the girl back to the hotel and protect her there." Lenna turned to Bruthane and gave him a kiss on the cheek."Have Leeland sniff that and lead you on the path we took. We'll take a certain way back and Leeland will be able to pick it up." Lennawhispered into Bruthane's ear before she took a step towards Rain."I am not hear to hurt you. I want to help you. Please come with me to safety. Trust Bruthane. I trust him because my companion, Leeland, trusts him."Lennaplaced a gentle hand on her opposite shoulderfromOnyx and then spoke a soft tone to the kitten."Little one, be calm. Nothing will hurt you. Leeland is a gentle giant. He won't hurt you."
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Leeland gave a small growl in agreement and then glanced to Lenna. Lenna then urged Rainto follow her to safety. She took the girl's hand and looked her in the eyes. "Please trust me. An elven princess will do all she can to protecther peopleand that is what this elven princess will do."

Rainelle Hérandil
14/Jun/2011, 04:29 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> watched warily as the two spoke to each other. She heard the woman say,</font> "I will take the girl back to the hotel and protect her there."</font> Then the man walked off into the shadows. Tense, Rain glanced in that direction, not trusting him. She heard him whistling somewhere off to the side a bit. The woman spoke to her now, and mentioned a slightly familiar name. Bruthane? That was the man who she'd met in the store, who saved her from getting squashed by the shelf, and then he'd bought the drawing stuff for her. The woman put a hand on Rain's shoulder, and she immediately jumped back, tense and wary, and frightened still.</font> "I'm not going back there." She said quickly, shaking her head firmly.

She petted Onyx to calm him, but regardless of what the woman said she knew that he wouldn't be calming down anytime soon. She was puzzled at what she said.</font> "Please trust me. An elven princess will do all she can to protecther peopleand that is what this elven princess will do."</font> Elf princess? Rain watched her for a moment, but wouldn't let her touch her. She was sore and bruised, more than when she had met Bruthane. She looked at the elf woman, then at the wolf that was nearby, and then she glanced toward where Bruthane had disappeared. A thought occured to her, but she was uncertain about it. Maybe, if she could trust Bruthane, which she wasn't sure about, but maybe he would help her get someplace safe, where Jake and his new friend, who was even more</font> frightening than Jake was,</font> couldn't find her?</font>

Calinthae
14/Jun/2011, 04:54 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lennafrowned."Are you not running from the one who hurt you? I'll take you to the Lighthouse Inn. You will be safe, I promise." Lenna felt like her attempts weren't working."Bruthane. You need to tell her that I am not going to harm her. She remembers you slightly. I can see it in her eyes." Lennalooked for Bruthane.

Juryblazeblade
14/Jun/2011, 05:43 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthanestopped his wistling and then stepped out of the darkness in plain view of all before walking to the group. stopping several feet away he kneeled down so that he was eye level with Rain speaking in a soft calm voice he said
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">" Hello again Rain, I know that you probably dont trust me, but all I want is to make sure that you are safe.Lenna here is telling the truth. she, Leeland and I will protect both you and onyx, you dont have to be afraid any more."
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">glancing up as if he heard a distant sound he looked back down to Rain's eyes 'the eyes are the windows to the soul' he had once heard a wiseman say he did his best to show her that he was telling the truth before smiling once more and standing. stepping back he did his best to remain within sight of the girl. he realized now that his tendency to find cover and observe the world around him would be a bit unnerving to most people, and in this case it would be especially unnerving to the young girl whom he was trying to calm and gain her trust. even if it was only for a little while
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">turning away slightly so his face could not be seen he scowled at the sight of the fresh bruses on her form. vowing once more to himself that whomever had done this would suffer . schooling his expression back to calm he turned back to face her so that she could see him. he always found people to be more trusting when they could see his eyes and face. it identified him as a person not just an avatar of authority.

Rainelle Hérandil
14/Jun/2011, 06:02 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> </font>found that she was trembling slightly, not from fear of Bruthane and Lenna, but just.. everything that had happened, her mix of emotions</font>, terror of what she was being forced to run from</font>, fear of Jake, and of the man who was with him, the man from Mordor. She was terrified of him, and she couldn't let him capture her. She took a small step back as Bruthane came up to her. He seemed to tower over her, which didn't help her fears, but she knew he really couldn't help his height.</font> "Hello again Rain, I know that you probably dont trust me, but all I want is to make sure that you are safe.Lenna here is telling the truth. she, Leeland and I will protect both you and Onyx, you dont have to be afraid any more."</font> He said, but she shook her head. Not that she didn't believe him, she just disagreed with his plan. "No, no I can't go back there."</font> She told him, her voice a little shaky.

Her shoulders shook a little from her efforts to hold back the urge to cry, and she bit her lip. "I have to leave, right away.. I'm leaving Dol Amroth. I can't ever come back."</font> She was talking a little faster, tears starting to run down her face despite her desperately wanting to keep them from doing so. "If I stay they'll find me and take me off to Mordor to be a slave..and..andit'llbehorrible-andI'mreallyscared-anddon'tknowwhattodo-andIonlyknowIhavetogetout-andmakesuretheydon'teverfindme..."</font> She said all in a rush, the rapid stream of words broken only by an occasional sob that she was unable to hold back, then she looked down and started to cry, covering her face with her shaking hands. She hated for anyone to see her cry...

</font>(for anyone who has trouble figuring out what she said= "and it'll be horrible-and I'm really scared-and don't know what to do-and I only know I have to get out-and make sure they don't ever find me."</font></font></font>)


Edited by: Rillewen Aran

Calinthae
14/Jun/2011, 06:17 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lennathrew herself onto Rain to hug her and comfort her like any mother would."Shhhh. Shhhh. No one is going to take you away from us." Lenna rubbed the girls head in a mother-like fasionEdited by: Princess Lenna

Juryblazeblade
14/Jun/2011, 06:41 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">"I have to leave, right away.. I'm leaving Dol Amroth. I can't ever come back." She was talking a little faster, tears starting to run down her face despite her desperately wanting to keep them from doing so. "If I stay they'll find me and take me off to Mordor to be a slave and it'll be horrible and I'm really scared and don't know what to do and I only know I have to get out and make sure they don't ever find me..."
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Upon hearing hearing this bruthane felt a rage light deepin his heart, someone was going to take this child away to Mordor, to be a SLAVE! he would die before he would allow that to happen. forgoing any pretenseof cautionand seeing that she needed some form of comfort he sent a glance over to Lenna before advancing once more and dropping down to a knee,tried his best to calm thechild as well,wrapping his warm cloak around the three of themandspeaking in low tones wincing slightly as he felt onyx claw his hand he did his best to calm the struggling child.
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">whenRain had calmed down enough hestood once more, then with a calm face that did not match the Rage that flickered behind his eyes, he asked a simple question. "Who?" that simple question was spoken with the same conviction and purpose as a judge pronouncing the sentence for the guilty.for that was exactly what he had become the judge for a depraved soul who deserved no mercy. and should he find these men blood wouldbe shed for this outrage.Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
14/Jun/2011, 07:06 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> </font>was startled when Lenna flung her arms around her. She jumped and wriggled out of her grip, uncomfortable with having anyone touch her, regardless of gender. She was very unused to being hugged. The last time she had been was by her mother, 9 years ago. She remained tense and bit her lip as Bruthane knelt down and put his cloak around her, Onyx, and Lenna, who was still near her. Onyx swiped out and hissed at Bruthane's hand, and Rain pulled him closer to her, prying his claws out of one of her shoulders as she stood with her head down, while the man spoke softly to her. She knew he was trying to calm her down, but she seriously doubted she'd be calm for a long time yet. Unwanted tears continued to flow down her cheeks and her breaths were shaky with soft sobbing.

After a minute she wiped at her eyes with one hand, still not looking up. She absolutely hated for people to see her cry, and she didn't do it often. In fact, the last time she had really cried was when her mother died, and of course a few angry tears when Jake hit her. When Bruthane stood and asked his simple question, Who?, she knew he meant who was she talking about, who was it that was hunting her down. But the tone of his voice frightened her a little, and it startled her slightly to hear the change in his voice. </font>She felt like she was far too childishly frightened for a girl of 16, but who could blame her, really?

</font>She looked up to see his expression angry. Even though she knew he was angry at what he had heard, not at her, she still was frightened. Maybe mostly out of habit. She shook her head, unwilling to say any more about it, and ashamed that she had spoken about it so much already. She only wanted to get out of here. She was afraid they were on her trail already! "Please.. let me leave. I'm so scared of him.. of them both."</font> She said in a whisper. She wanted to ask them to help her, but she didn't know if they would, or if she could trust them, or if they would even be able to help her.</font>

Calinthae
14/Jun/2011, 07:32 AM
"Let us get out of here. Its obviously what the girl wants. We'll leave by horse. The stables should still be open. Bruthane, you have a horse do you not? Well, I'll buy two fine steeds for me and the girl. Stay behind if you wish, but keep Leeland with you. He will guide you to me." Lenna took the girls hand and looked at her. "Lets get you out of here. We'll go by horse to give us great distance between us and them."

Lenna guided her to the stables she saw earlier and bought two of the finest and fastes horses for a good price. Shemounted one of the horses, ablack stallion, and waited for Rain to mount the other stallion that she bought.

Leeland looked at Bruthane and nudged his hand.

Rainelle Hérandil
14/Jun/2011, 08:26 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> looked from one to the other as they talked, talked about leaving, with her. Taking horses because it would be faster. They were helping her? It was almost too good to be true. She hesitantly followed Lenna back toward Gate Town, hoping more than anything that they wouldn't run into Jake and his friend on the way. She shuddered to think of that. The man was terrifying, the look in his eyes, the cruel smile on his face, his very voice gave her shivers. She stood nervously in the stables while Lenna purchased some horses, glancing around but not meeting anyone's eyes. She had tucked Onyx into her jacket, where he was content to hide for a while.

She looked up at the pretty black horse that Lenna had bought, the one she had not mounted, which meant she had left it for Rain to ride on. She had no experience with riding, but she had always wanted to. She didn't mind learning, and smiled very faintly as she petted the horse. Watching how Lenna mounted, she tried to do the same. Being a quick learner, she managed to get on the horse without too much difficulty. It helped that she was good at climbing and had a surprising amount of strength in her arms and hands, as well as in her legs.

After arranging her pack on the saddle, she made sure it was secure and that nothing would be likely to get damaged. Checking on Onyx briefly, she held onto the saddlehorn with one hand, and picked up the reigns in the other. But she wasn't exactly sure what to do next, so she just looked at Lenna uncertainly, waiting either for further instructions, or to see what she would do so that Rain could copy what she did.
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Calinthae
14/Jun/2011, 06:36 PM
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Lennaspoke to the stable master for a moment. She asked thatBruthane's horse come with her. The stable master remembered the man and his horse and quickly retrieved his horse. Lenna smiled at Rain and took the reins ofBruthane's horse.Lenna clicked her tongue andthe two horses took off towards the gate. Once outside the gate, Lenna stopped her horse by just pulling back on his reins. "Wait here. It will only be a moment. I am going to deliver the man his horse. If you must keep running, STAY ON THE PATH." Lenna gave her directions and took off with Bruthane's horse to go deliver the horse.

Lenna saw that he was watching the area carefully. "BRUTHANE!" Lennacalled out to him. She let his horse start running to him as Leeland gave some distance to him to not spook the horse.

Juryblazeblade
15/Jun/2011, 02:42 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthane watched as the two women hurried down the road towards the town once more to gatherthe horses feeling the nudge from Leeland looked down at his companion and gave a slight nod. Taking one last look at the sorrounding areaBruthane took off at a swift run flowing around under and over the terrain, feeling totally at ease in the countryside, even more so than he did in cities and towns. Leeland followed closely behind him easily keeping pase. the odd duo arrived outside the town gates and quickly bypassed the town guard entering the town proper and headed directly for The House of Many Splendors. intent on the supplies contained within.
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Entering quickly Bruthane strode in to the store and quickly grabbed two travellers packs and began to fill them with a multitude of travelling supplies. travellers rations, waterskins, bedrolls, camping equipment, a small shovel, rope and various other supplies that he knew would be useful for there group. he also filled his own pack with the supplies that he had used durring his own time in the wild. it was considerably less than what was contained in the two other packs but as he was a ranger he was able to forage for the majority of his supplies as well as provide for the group. he looked down to Leeland to see him setdown a small amout of supplies as well.Bruthanewas once again amazed by the intellengence of the wolf andnod with approval as he scooped up the supplies in to one of the packs.with the supplies that they had gathered he began to move towards the check out when a glint caught his eye.
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Looking over Bruthane eyed a multitude of blades on display, hanging from pegs on the wall. walking up to them he apprased them with a practiced eye. some were junk, forged to look pretty on some lords mantel. but others... they were ment for use... his eyes landed on a twenty inch blade made from fine steel. with a short crossguard and plain pommel, its hilt was made of metal shaped like a teardrop so that it would not slop from the users hands when wet and was wrapped with leather to provide a better grip. it was perfect for a young lady to have and practice with. and would provide Rain with a form of defense if He Lenna or Leeland were occupied. it was then that he heard an inpolite cough behind him he whirled around and stared at an ageing man with an apron " Sir I would ask that you remove your...pet from the store at once. we do not allow animals in this establishment." at this Bruthane's eyes narrowed to and he was about to retort when a low growl was heard. looking down at Leeland, Bruthane could see that the wolf was not amused. the clerk seemed to pick up on this and backed away slowly and ran when Leeland let out abarely audible"woof". Bruthane could not help but laugh quietly to himself at the lack of spine in the man before giving Leeland a quick pat on the head and grabbed the blade off the wall along with a sheath and a belt.

walking to the checkout Bruthane simply placed a small bag before walking out of the store. hearing the clerk start to protest but then gasp as he looked in the bag to find several large uncut gemstones shouldering the packs he made his way to the stables looking to find his horse when he heard that a lady elf and young girl had stopped by and purchased two horses and had taken his as well. he let out a sigh and looked down to Leeland who seemed to roll his eyes as well. thanking the man at the stables the two once more set off towards the abandoned house at a brisk run. looking down he saw that the two down the road and could hear Lenna yell his name. Raising his arm he called out "Lenna over here!" he made sure to keep an eye on the area though. it would not do to be ambushed by some of the... men that wanted Rain after all, a Ranger was always on guard. he watched as his own horse began to trot over to him. and smiling underneath his hood, he set down the two supply packs and greeted his companion. with an affectionate pat which was returned with a nuzzle from Longstryde "hello again my friend, sorry to bother you when I know I said that we could rest for a bit"Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
15/Jun/2011, 03:43 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> looked around nervously as Lenna left her for a moment. What if Jake and his friend came while she was waiting on them to return? She held one hand over Onyx, then her other hand went to her side, where she had a small elvish dagger tucked into the folds of her dress, a dagger that had been her mothers. She had it with her now because she didn't want to have no weapon at all, just in case.

She turned in the saddle when she heard a man call out from behind her, but could tell that it was Bruthane so she tried not to get too uneasy. She wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, and she felt like the longer she was here, the higher her chanced of being recaptured were. She was almost temped to just start going, but she didn't know how to make the horse walk, let along run, and she also didn't know where to go or how to get there.</font>

Calinthae
15/Jun/2011, 03:55 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lenna trotted back over to Rain. She could tell in Rain's eyes that she was worried. "Click your tongue once to trot, twice to go into a full run. Move with the horse and not against it. Horses can sense fear so try to stay calm." Lenna instructedRain. She wanted the girl to try and get the feel for the horse while they had some time. Leeland trotted up alongLenna and lenna quietly told him to stay close to the girl. Lenna wanted him to be the first line of defense if they had gotten ahead of them. Lenna waited for Bruthane to catch up with them.Edited by: Princess Lenna

Juryblazeblade
15/Jun/2011, 04:28 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthane quickly hungthe two travellers packs over the saddle horn on his saddle and then with practiced easemountedup on top ofLongstryde. With a light tap of his heels began to ride and catch up with the group. he quickly took up a flanking position besideRain and Lenna before looking over to the two ladies and their furry companions.grabbing both bags he heldoneout to each lady. " I was able to secure us some travelling supplies on our way out. there should be enough in each for about two weeks of hard travel. Rain? this is for you" he handed over the short sword that he had purchased " I dont know if you have any means of defending yourself but this is a good blade that should help. if you want, I can teach you how to handle that once we have put some distance between us and Dol Amroth." leaning back in his saddle he cast a wary gaze around the area and then continued this time talking to the group" if we have no set destination in mind I know of a ranger's rest camp three days ride from here. its usually abandoned this time of year and would be a perfect place to rest and plan."Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
15/Jun/2011, 04:35 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> glanced at Lenna as she told her how to make the horse walk and run, but somehow she had a feeling that it wouldn't work that easily. She looked over when Bruthane rode up beside her and handed her another pack, which he told her was full of supplies. She took it slowly and looked a little confused, wondering why they were both being so nice and helping her. Then her eyes widened in surprise when he handed her a short sword. She looked up from it to his face, before carefully lifting it, gripping the handle. "Th-thank you."</font> She said quietly, then shrugged a little when he mentioned a place they could travel for if there was no destination in mind. "I don't know where to go."</font> She said quietly. "Dol Amroth is the only place I know." </font>She looked down and wondered how long she would last before Jake caught up with her again.</font>

Calinthae
15/Jun/2011, 05:06 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lennalooked to Bruthane and took the pack. She thought for a moment and remembered a town she passed by."How about Minas Tirith? Its about a two weeks(?) ride. We should be able to hide out there for a good while but I saywe stop by that camp as long as it is not easily seen." Lenna looked over to Rain. She knew she had to help protect this girl. Lenna reached in her cloak and pulled out her quiver stocked with arrows. She then pulled out her long bow that held the insignia of a wolf howling to a moon behind itthat was in the shape of a leaf. "Come. Lets ride."

Juryblazeblade
15/Jun/2011, 06:13 AM
Somewhere Outside of The Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Bruthane blinked slightly at the thought of going to Minas Tirith. he himself had never been inside of the White City but it was as good a destination as any and as a bonus the camp that he had mentioned was ont the way to the city as well. he spoke up once again. "that would work as well as any. the Ranger Camp is on the way " he cast his gaze over to Rain " will you be alright Little one?" he asked consern evident in his voice seeing as she still seemed a bit unnerved. as if he read her mind " whoever is after you will have to go through me before they lay another finger on you or your furry friend there." he pointed gently towards the little furry face that had managed to poke its way out of her coat

Rainelle Hérandil
15/Jun/2011, 06:26 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> glanced from one to the other, listening as they spoke about where to go. Minas Tirith? She'd heard about it, but she'd never been there. She glanced back at Bruthane when he asked if she would be alright. She didn't like his addition of 'Little one'. "It's Rain. Just.. Rain."</font> She said quietly, frowning slightly. She looked down at Onyx and smiled faintly at the kitten. "I'm fine.."</font> She said a little uncertainly. She was starting to calm down a little, but she still wasn't about to forget that people were after her. "How fast can we get there?"</font> She asked, trying to sound a little more confident and less like a frightened child.</font>

Calinthae
15/Jun/2011, 08:28 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lennasaw that Leeland was getting restless"How about we get further from this place and talk. Leeland is getting restless." Lenna clicked her tongue and took off, Leeland not going anywhere until Rain started moving.

Juryblazeblade
16/Jun/2011, 05:05 AM
Somewhereoutside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Bruthane watched silently as Lenna began to ride off before looking over to Rain once more" to answer your question Rain, minas Tirith is two weeks away, the ranger post is three days away. whichever we choose will be better than waiting here." giving a light tap to longstryde he began to move at a slow trot. so as to be able to react easily to any problems that Rain might encounter. it also allowed him to keep a watchful eye out for anyone who might try to sneak up on there small group.giving a small chuckle in amusement he thought about there group. an elf princess, a runaway girl, a ranger of the south a wolf and a cat. what an odd group they made. all they needed now was a dwarf to round things out...

putting that line of thought to the side for a moment he settled himself down for a long ride, checking to make sure that his blades were always within easy reach and loose in there sheaths. looking over to the figure of Lenna. he nodded to himself and moved to prepair his own bow for use. he was never the best at archery but all rangers were required to have some skill with a bow. andhe wasa compitent marksmen.

removing the cover on the quiver attached to the side of his saddle and pulling out a length of wood from inbetween the blanket. he reached in to a small pouch across his chest and pulled out a woundcord of Linen ropeand with practiced ease, strung his bow. he then looped it around his shoulders so it was out of the way but easily accessable. letting out a sigh he began to whistle a tune once again. to the casual observer he would seem not to have a care in the world but a practiced eye would reveal that he was on full alert, sharp eyes darting from place to place searching for threats.

Rainelle Hérandil
16/Jun/2011, 05:26 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle</font> </font>looked ahead as Lenna took off, saying something about her wolf being restless. She looked down at it, thinking that for a restless wolf he sure did seem pretty stationary. Shrugging, she looked back up at Bruthane as he explained how long it would take to get to the different spots. She nodded. "Good.. so um, exactly do I get this horse to move?"</font> She asked uncertainly, having tried tapping it with her heels, and making the clicky noise with her tongue, and flicking the reins, but the stubborn horse wasn't moving and Rain was wondering if she was just not doing it right or maybe it was just a stubborn horse and didn't want to cooperate with her.

(@Lenna: just a reminder, </font>* All posts in character and over 300 characters</font>)</font></span></span></font>

Juryblazeblade
16/Jun/2011, 06:40 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthane wheeled Longstryde and came alongside the struggling Rain laughing slightly. "I see you have tried whe Lenna and I both do. I would suggest starting out with physical commands. horses are usually trained to respond to touch but you must remember this is a very large creature and what you might consider a hard kick will only be a light tap to her. hold the reigns tightly and give her a good kick. be careful to not frighten her though... youdo not yet have the experience toride a startled horse...when you get her moving you lay the reigns on the left side of his neck if you want her to go right. right side of her neck if you want her to go left. pull back on the reigns if you want her to slow down. I'll ridewithyou tosee what you need to work on." he smiled and waited for Rain to find her center and get her horse moving.Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
16/Jun/2011, 07:01 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle nodded as she tried to pay attention to him, trying to remember everything</font> that he was saying. She hated to kick the poor horse though. She knew how it felt to be kicked, so she had been hoping not to have to do that. She bit her lip and kicked a little bit harder, feeling bad about doing it. But the horse started moving, and she smiled. "Thanks."</font> She said quietly, happy to have gotten the horse to move.

She had nowhere to put the shortsword that Bruthane had given her, at the moment at least, so she just kept holding it in one hand while she held the reins tightly in the other hand. But she also felt like she would fall off if she didn't have anything to hold onto, so she gripped the saddlehorn with both hands, with the reins and blade both in her hands as well.</font>

Juryblazeblade
16/Jun/2011, 07:49 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Bruthane watched as Rain continued to struggle with rideing horse. she had gotten hers to move which was a start but she was too stiffand the sword in her hand was not helping either. " Rain, Bring your horse to a stop for a moment if you please" he dismounted Longstryde and walked over to her mount. wispering gentley to the horse as he approached. reaching out he gripped the stirrups and adjusted them so that they would be at a proper height for Rains legs" Rain? these are called Stirrups, they allow you to ride more comfortably and balance yourself on the back of the horse. slip your toe in here" he held out one for her before walking around slowly to the other side always staying in sight of the horse or dragging a hand along its flank when it could not see him " and in here... now use these to support yourself and...this" gently tapping the scabbardof her sword "you can either wear around your waist or it can be tied to your saddle which would you prefer?" after the blade was secured he walked back over to Longstryde and mounted back up " one last thing" he said after he settled himself "dont be so think so much and relax. you have to roll with the horses movements. help her by working with her. stiff as you are, it will be harder for her and for you over a long distance.Lean with her, if shes going up a hill lean forward . if shes going in down in to a valley lean back. you two are a team. feel and think. and dont worry, she's a good horse, she'll treat you right."Edited by: Juryblazeblade

Rainelle Hérandil
16/Jun/2011, 08:07 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle bit her lip and pulled gently on the reins to try and make the horse stop. She was pretty sure that was how it was done, and she was pleased when it worked. She flinched slightly when he came over and grabbed the thing that was by her ankle, then looked down and listened as he explained what it was and how to use it, and all that stuff. "Alright." </font>She said quietly. She tried to stay still while he was fixing the stirrups, and strangely found herself thinking about her mothe's homemade sugar syrup. Maybe it was because 'stirrup' sounded a lot like 'syrup'. She shook her head slightly, then looked back at Bruthane and paid attention to what he was saying.

"It's rather hard to relax when there are men searching for me to drag me off to..that place."</font> She said, thinking it best not to say the word Mordor. Though she wasn't sure why. Everyone just avoided saying the word, like saying it would make it suddenly expand out and swallow them or something. She </font>did try to relax though, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She wrapped the belt of the short sword around her waist and buckled it, so it was on her right side. She had another knife on her left side, but it was hidden in the folds of her dress, and she had decided she didn't want anyone to know about it, at least not at this point. It was her secret weapon.

She kicked with her heels again, but not hard, and the horse took a couple of steps and stopped. Rain looked back at Bruthane. "Isn't there another way to make it go?"</font> She asked hesitantly. "I don't wanna kick her. I.."</font> She stopped herself from saying, 'I know how much it hurts to be kicked.' She didn't want to talk about that, especially not to someone she barely knew, regardless of whether he was being nice and helping her.
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Calinthae
16/Jun/2011, 08:38 AM
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna stopped when she realized that they weren't coming. Lenna trotted back over to them. She heard her ask him the question. "Click your tongue. But louder than what you were doing until the horse gets used to your voice. Once the horse gets used to your voice, you can quietly click and they'll go. Now lets go before they do catch up. Leeland is uneasy." Lenna was getting frustrated but it never showed in her face or heard in her voice. Lenna remembered the time when she was learning to ride a horse. It was ok that Bruthane was helping her but if they needed distance, they needed it now.
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<DIV ="WebWizRTE" marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Leeland was sending Lenna messages that the others couldn't hear because he was not bonded to them like he was to Lenna. When Rain started moving he was happy to finally get moving and gave a low growl that only Bruthane could hear for the fact that he stopped her. He was even tempted to bite Bruthane when he walked past but refrained as Lenna would have scolded him for it. He knew that Lenna really wanted the man to protect her and Leeland wanted him to be in the best shape he could be.

Juryblazeblade
17/Jun/2011, 03:33 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Bruthane now seeing thateveryone was now able to go andnot wanting tospend more time near this town hebegan to ride as well. feeling a bit sheepish for slowing the group down but knowing that it would be better for Rain to learn how to ride properly now and not fall down later in a situation where they were running with there perseuers biting at there heels. looking left and right, Bruthane spaced himself out from the group once again.

Rainelle Hérandil
17/Jun/2011, 04:15 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle nodded a little, and followed both Lenna and Bruthane. Onyx climbed out of her jacket onto her shoulder, and looked around curiously. Rain held tightly to the saddlehorn to keep from falling out of the saddle. She kept glancing over her shoulder, and wishing she knew enough about riding to make the horse run, without her falling off or something. "Oww.. Onyx, ease up with the claws."</font> She said softly, prying the kitten's claws out of her shoulder. He was holding on tightly as well. She moved him into her lap and looked around. She was afraid that they were somewhere behind her, chasing after her. How far behind might they be by now? She bit her lip and leaned forward a little. "Go faster horse." She said quietly, not sure what to say to it. She realized that it needed a name, and wondered if it already had one.</font>

Calinthae
17/Jun/2011, 04:46 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna pulled back on the reins to get even with Bruthane. Lenna got as close as she could to him. "I'm gonna take up the rear since I can shoot at a moment's notice. Take the front. Leeland will have the middle." Lennapulled back and trotted up next to Rain. "So. Have you thought of a name for your horse?" Lenna asked her.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Leeland fell back for the moment while Lenna talked to Rain. His ears perked tolisten to his surroundings. Leeland kept his eyes on Jalowën, the horse that Lenna bought for herself. He kept his eyes trained on the group. A branch snapped and Leeland began growling. Lenna immediatly had her bow drawn when a small fox ran out. "A fox...we must be getting fartherfrom the town. Rain, can i see your kitten? I want to see what it says about you. About how high it thinks about you."

Rainelle Hérandil
18/Jun/2011, 04:42 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle glanced back at Lenna. "Um, no."</font> She said, in reply to the horse's name. She shrugged. "Guess I'll think on it."</font> She added. She really had no idea what she would name a horse. But she thought it should have a good name. She petted it softly and smiled slightly. She jumped at the sound of a branch snapping, and glanced around nervously. She was relieved to see that it was only a fox. She wanted to get as far from here as she could.

She looked a little puzzled when Lenna asked if she could see Onyx for a minute. She glanced down at him and thought for a moment, then shrugged. "He might not like it."</font> She warned her, then gently picked the kitten up and passed him carefully over to Lenna.

Onyx mewed in protest and tried to cling to Rain's partially gloved hand, not wanting anyone else to hold him. He didn't trust many people, and Rain was the only one he really trusted wholly. He didn't like other people holding him, but at least she was passing him over to the female and not the male person... he really didn't trust male people! His memories of Jake were far too strong.
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Calinthae
18/Jun/2011, 05:52 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna gently held Onyx. She gently petted his head and whispered to him in elf. She said in elven words,"Hey there little one. I'm Princess Lenna, princess of Ithalen. Its across the ocean. Now little one, tell me about this girl. There is something she is hiding and I know you know what it is. I can tell you don't trust others but trust me. No one will harm you both any more." Lenna continued to pet Onyx on the head. She spoke in soft tones to Onyx. Leeland listened as his friend spoke to the kitten. He admits he jelous but she can understand she wants to gain the trust of the kitten. "Listen, Leeland is a great ally of mine and would never hurt you. You can even climb all over him, bite his ear, or scratch him and he might growl but never hurt you. So if you can atleast trust him, I would be happy. Oh and Bruthane, he would never hurt you or Rain. He wants to help you escape from those mean people as much as I do. They will never find us." Lenna handed Onyx back to her and fell back to her position as Leeland ran back up next to Rain.

Juryblazeblade
20/Jun/2011, 04:45 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Bruthane looked down at the fox that had popped out of the bushes and shrubbery. rolling his eyes as it trotted over to him and began to walk along side of Longstryde with a sigh Bruthane looked down as the fox looked up and if one thought that the fox could, one would swear that he was smiling. " always following me around,eh Shadow?" Bruthane said while letting out a single grunt of welcome to the fox. the fox mearly continued to grin as they rode down the road. bruthane noticed that Lenna seemed to be a bit pushy when it came to Rain and her situation. he knew that she was trying to help and was doing her bestbut sometimes it was better to let them come to you... though at the same time if nothing was done Rain might very well retreat in to a shell. and that could lead to even worse things. letting out a sigh and looking down at shadow once more he asked " Iwould wageryou would know how to handle this better thanI. what a mess" the fox looked thoughtful for a moment before letting out a yap and jumping up to the saddle before lounging in front of Bruthane letting out a yawn laughing bruthane"Wait and see. thats always your answer for things or maybe your just..." Bruthane's head snapped like a whip to look in the direction of the town. the fox did the same a second before bruthane did, its eyes instantly alert and ears raised. a small growl exiting his mouth. " Riders exiting Gate Town... four of them... riding hard..." he alerted the group

Calinthae
20/Jun/2011, 05:00 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lennaspun around in her saddle with her bow drawn and an arrow ready to fly. "Bruthane! Get her out of here!" Lenna shouted as she ran up beside and slapped the horse to get it to take off. Leeland ran along side ready to catch Rain or Onyx if either or both fell off."Be safe and get out of here! I'll meet you there!" Lenna let her arrow fly. She quickly started charging back to the small group, a short sword of her own drawn. She will stall the group while they escape.
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1" ="WebWizRTE">Leeland howled as he ran along side the girl and her kitten. He barked at the horse just to keep it moving. He wanted to protect Lenna but Lenna needed him to protect Rain. Just then, Leeland was able to connect to Bruthane momentarily. "Bruthane. Let fox boy stay with Lenna. Maybe he will stop stinking up the place." Leeland didn't want to admit it outright, but he hated competition, and Leeland saw Shadow as competition. Leeland was tempted to jump up and grab Shadow by the tail and toss him back into the woods where he should have stayed.

Rainelle Hérandil
20/Jun/2011, 08:40 AM
New Port - Jake Damori's house

Mordrin glared at Jake. "You idiot!"</font> He said scornfully. "You said she
couldn't escape!"</font> Jake stared around the empty room in amazement.
"I
didn't think she could.."</font> He protested. "I don't know how this happened."</font> He
said in distraught. Mordrin continued to glare at him.
"Use your brain
once in a while."</font> He snapped. He strode over to the window and shoved
it up, open. He glanced down. "No footprints in the dirt below. My men
would have seen her, if she'd come down this way."</font> He said irritibly.
He looked at the windowsill. "There's some mud on here though. She
obviously did climb out here."</font>
"Then where did she go?"</font> Jake asked in
bewilderment. Mordrin rolled his eyes, ignoring the stupid question.

"How much of your brain do you actually have left?"</font> He asked
rhetorically, knowing how much time Jake spent drunk and drinking.
"Wha..?" </font>Jake asked, not understanding.


Mordrin went outside and looked around the ground all around the house.
He found her footprints.
"Clever girl."</font> He said with a scowl. "Climbed
out on the roof and climbed down over here. If only she was as stupid
as her father, we wouldn't be in this predicament."</font> He said with a
scowl at Jake, who followed him out.
"What? I'm not her father, let's
get that straight."</font> He said angrily. "She is not my kid, I know that."</font>
Mordrin shrugged.
"Well then that makes more sense then." He mumbled, meaning it made sense how she was so smart while Jake was lacking in intellegence.</font> "Who cares. All I care about is getting her
back. And if we don't,"</font> He said with a smirk as he looked sideways at Jake. "I'd
be happy to take a replacement along to Mordor."</font> He laughed at the
thought, while Jake paled slightly at the implication.
"</font></font>She couldn't have gone far. </font></font>We'll find her."</font> He said shakily. Mordrin grabbed him by
the collar of his shirt and pulled his close.
"For your sake,"</font> He said in a
threateningly low voice, "you'd better hope so."</font>

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</font>Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

</font>Onyx pressed his ears flat against his head. He wanted back in Rain's lap, where he knew she would protect him. He remained sullen and wouldn't make any reply to the elf, regardless of how nice she sounded or how much she said he could trust her. He was glad when she passed him back to Rain, and burrowed his head into her side, preferring to hide at the moment. After a little while of her petting him, he started to relax and purr quietly. </font>

Rain clutched the saddle horn tightly. She could catch a few words of what Lenna was saying. She wished she could hear more, but the elf was speaking too quietly, and there were other noises to cover it up somewhat. It seemed clear that Lenna didn't want Rain to know what she was saying to Onyx, but she wouldn't know that Rain knew elvish as well. </font>She narrowed her eyes slightly, picking up on brief snatches of words, which hinted at her questioning Onyx about her. She didn't want them to know some things about her, not yet. She wasn't ready to tell them things. She honestly hadn't really meant to tell what she had, but she'd been panicked and scared. That had turned out for the best, but that didn't mean it would every time. She was glad that Onyx didn't reply. She took him back quietly when Lenna passed him back, and held him close while she petted his soft fur.

She glanced up when the fox came out and started following Bruthane's horse. She knew that Onyx would be frightened of it. Foxes were usually quite dangerous to cats, especially kittens. She made sure to hold him close. She realized that Bruthane knew the fox, it was like a pet or something. Interesting. She smiled slightly to think of it; they all seemed to have a pet of some sort. She watched the fox jump up onto the saddle in front of the man. Onyx pulled his head out of his hiding spot when he heard the fox bark. Hissing softly in warning, he tucked his head back into the folds of her dress. Smiling slightly, Rain petted him gently.

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</font>Edge of Gate Town

Having picked up her trail at last, Mordrin was annoyed to see tracks of more than one person. Apparently the girl had found some kind person to help her. How unfortunate, as well as disgusting to the man who, personally, detested such things. "Looks like she's found some nice couple to help her."</font> He said in annoyance, glaring at Jake.
"Well that's not a problem, right? Some couple isn't going to pose much of a problem to us."</font> He pointed out. Mordrin glanced at him with a cold expression.
"To me, no. Of course not. But don't say us. You,"</font> He smiled. "I could make you scream like a little girl, if I so chose."</font> He said with a grin. Jake swallowed in fear, and nodded. "Yes of course.. sorry."</font> He said.

Mordrin gave a short nod, then continued to look at the tracks, his frustration growing when he noticed the hoof prints.
"Great. They've got horses. They could be miles from here by now."</font> He said irritibly. He strode over to the two men who stood a little ways back, and grabbed the reins of his horse from one, who was holding the horse for him while he examined the prints. "Head that way."</font> He ordered sharply. "There's three people, a man, a woman, and the girl."</font> He said. "Pursue them, kill the others if you must, but capture that girl.. I don't want her escaping again."</font> He said, leaving no room for argument. The two nodded and kicked the sides of their horses, taking off in a gallop to pursue the girl. Mordrin wasted no time, mounting his horse and taking off after them. Jake got on the horse he was left with, and followed as well.

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</font>A few miles outside Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rain spun around in the saddle quickly when she heard Bruthane say that there were four riders coming out of Gate Town. Could that be what she dreaded? Where they already on her trail? She peered into the darkness, and could indeed see four riders coming fast from the town, toward them. It had to be them, what other explanation was there? Rain grabbed Onyx and stuffed him in her jacket for safety, and then heard Lenna yelling for Bruthane to get her out of there.

Then suddenly her horse was taking off at a run, the wolf running along beside. Rain's eyes widened as she held tightly to the saddlehorn, as if for dear life. She clenched her teeth tightly to keep them from jarring too much with the horse's rough gait. Then she remembered Bruthane telling her something about rolling with the horse's movement, or something. What was that, exactly? She just tried her best to move up and down with the horse, and leaned forward a little like she'd seen some people do in horse races, not that she'd seen many of those. She was trying hard to do all that while still not fall off, and she barely even thought about where she was going. She would just have to let Bruthane worry about direction while she worried about staying on the horse.

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</font></font>Leaving Gate Town

A slow grin began to spread on Mordrin's face as he saw the three riders up ahead. They were quickly gaining on them. Things were looking better. Then he cursed as he saw one of the riders turn back and start firing at them, while the horse that seemed to have the girl on it was bolting off down the road. Before he had a chance to call out any orders to turn aside, one of his men had been struck by an arrow, letting out a strangled cry as he fell sideways out of his saddle. The other one pulled sharply on the reins and the horse reared, then the man got his horse under control and they fell back.

Mordrin was seethingly furious as he watched them get away. He wasn't going to risk his life to get some stupid girl to bring back. Jake caught up and slowed his horse.
"What's going on?"</font> He asked. Mordrin turned to him angrily.
"They're shooting at us." </font>He growled through clenched teeth. "They're getting away.. for now."</font> He said, narrowing his eyes as he turned back toward the group. He wasn't going to risk getting killed to get her back, but he was going to get her back, he would make sure of that.</font>


Edited by: Rillewen Aran

Juryblazeblade
23/Jun/2011, 02:41 AM
Somewhere outside of Gate Town
Flight toMinas Tirith

Bruthane stared as the arrow left Lenna's Bowstring and she began her charge. all of his training said that he should join her in her sprint towards the targets, that it was suicidal to charge off alone without support...with his mind almost made up he cast onelooking over his shoulder at Rain... his eyes widened in alarm as her horse took off out of control cursing slightly under his breath he took off after her shadow hearing the wolf and understanding that now was not the time for lounging around leaped off the saddle and bounded after Lenna. he wasnt much for fighting against people sized targets, especially ones who were mounted but he could find Bruthane wherever he went. and besides. it would be fun to annoy that slow wolf, it would be a game. one that he would win.

Bruthane leaned forward in his saddle urging Longstryde to even greater speeds. and he quickly came along side of Rain's frightened horse. seeing that the girl was too frightened to move much less control her mount Bruthane cursed once more and reached out with his free hand for the dancingreigns of the other horse.heleaned dangerously farout of his saddle but managed to catch them on a bounceand quickly brought the horseunder control.now leading the other horse, Bruthane cast another glance back towards the distant form of Lenna as she continued towards the riders. if any got past her, they would have to deal with him but at the same time if she went down...shaking that thought out of his head he turned to face Rain

" just hold on Rain, I'll get you out of here." he said in a calm though serious voice.

Calinthae
23/Jun/2011, 04:09 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna's hood came down and she smiled at the group that stoped their pursuit. Her hood had came off when she began tocharge back. Shejust thought about taunting them just to liven up the situation and to stall forBruthane."Well Well Well. The men scared of a elf princess? Men like you should be wipped off the face of the earth. You angered me by torturing a child who did not deserve it!" Lennapretty much snapped.She started charging them again until she saw the fox. She scoffed and decided it wasn't worth it."Come Shadow. Lets get out of here before I kill them all."
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Leeland stayed beside Rain even when Bruthane got control of her horse. Leeland was glad the fox was gone but he felt when Lenna got pissed off. Leeland started whining as they ran. He was worried that Lenna would do something reckless. Leeland began to slow down. He was about a foot behind the horse now. Leeland's connection stayed a little longer. Bruthane, I am worried about Lenna. I think she is gonna do something reckless. Please, you have the horse under control, please go back to her. Leeland caught back up still whining.

Rainelle Hérandil
23/Jun/2011, 05:11 AM
A few miles outside Gate Town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle glanced over as another rider began to pull up beside her, but she realized quickly that it was Bruthane. He reached out and grabbed the reins to her horse, which she now realized she had let go of in her panic, and she was glad when he brought the horse under control.</font> " Just hold on Rain, I'll get you out of here."</font> He said, and Rain nodded slightly to acknowledge that she had heard him. She still held tightly to the saddle horn though. After a minute he finally got her horse calmer and under control. She noticed him looking back toward where they had left Lenna. Releasing the saddle horn at last, she wrapped her arms tightly around her, though loosely over Onyx who was under her jacket.

She shivered slightly, feeling both cold and afraid.</font> "I'm not going back there." She told him, worried that he might be thinking of dragging her back there to fight them. She shuddered at the thought of going back, remembering that man and how he looked at her. He was scary, very scary.</font> "She said she'd meet us..somewhere." She said, not sure exactly what Lenna had said, but knowing it was something like that.</font>

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Just outside Gate Town

Mordrin stared as the elf taunted him, though she was so far off he could not really hear anything she said. He stroked the handle of his knife that hung at his belt, longing to carve her face with it. Another time, he vowed. "Come, let's find another way to get them, where the elf cannot kill us before we have a chance of stopping her."</font> He said quietly to Jake and the other. She would not get away from him, and neither would the girl. He was determined. The three figures disappeared into the darkness, leaving the road and seeming to vanish, leaving the dead man lying still on the road, though it appeared uncertain whether they had given up or were planning an ambush attack...

Juryblazeblade
24/Jun/2011, 06:18 AM
Several Miles away from Gate town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Bruthanelistened with muted shock when Leeland spoke to him. thoughcontinued to ride casting the occasional glance over his shoulder. partly to see if they were being persued and partly to see if lenna had caught up with there group. the thought of her bloody corpse in some ditch made him shudder. he had not known her long but that thought made him pause. glancing over his shoulder once more he slowed the horses down to a walk and, after leading them over in to the trees, handed the reigns back over to Rain " Rain?Im worried about Lenna. im going to go back and find her. I should be no more than an twohours. if im not back in that time,I want you to continue down this road for three days.turn left in to the woods ride untill you hear the sound of a waterfall. behind the waterfall there is a passage that leads to a hidden cabin. there you will find food and shelter. wait there for three days. Leeland will protect you. durring that time we should meet up with you there." looking down at the wolf hoping for a conformation of this. he then reached in to his cloak and pulled out a small necklace with a distinctive charm attached to it. " if anyone is there and questions you just show them this and say that bruthane sent you...be safe Rain. and may the blessings of nature be upon you."

swiftly turning Longstryde around Bruthane road off. now searching for his comrade. hoping that she was alright.

Calinthae
24/Jun/2011, 07:21 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">Lenna scoffed and turned her horse around and allowed Shadowto jump up. She began to make haste back to the group. She kept her bow in her hand and an arrow in the other notched into positionfor a quick draw backto let it fly. She saw Bruthane turn around.Whatis he thinking? I told him to stay with Rain! She continued to ride and just rode past Bruthane. Sheturned and stopped."Come. They are after the girl and me. I know of a much safer place. A place where I was told from a traveling elleth that reigned from there. Rivendell. Its a months ride from Minas Tirith. There we will be safe. The elven kind there protect others I am told. Plus this elleth told me of a lord that I have not met yet. Come lets get to the girl." Lennaclicked her tongue and began to ride faster to Rain pretty much catching up to her.
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<DIV marginheight="1" leftmargin="1" topmargin="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE">Leeland sighed in relief in the way that wolves do. Leeland trotted back aways away from the two to give them some space. Lenna needed to know if traveling to Rivendell would be ok for her. She needed to know. "Rain. How do you feel about riding to Rivendell? We'll stop by Minas Tirith first to rest up and gather some more provisions. If we get to Rivendell, then we shall be safe and won't have to worry about those men who seem to be after me as well now. I think I pissed off the tallest man there by killing one of his men. I saw the gleam of hatred in his eyes." Lenna asked the girl. Her opinion was important. She wanted to keep this girl safe from those men, even if it meant giving up her own life to do so.

Rainelle Hérandil
25/Jun/2011, 02:57 AM
Several Miles away from Gate town</font>
Flight to Minas Tirith</font>
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Rainelle looked back over at Bruthane when he handed the reins back to her.</font> </font>" Rain?I'm worried about Lenna. I'm going to go back and find her. I should be no more than
twohours. If I'm not back in that time,I want you to continue down
this road for three days. Turn left into the woods, ride until you
hear the sound of a waterfall. Behind the waterfall there is a passage
that leads to a hidden cabin. There you will find food and shelter. Wait there for three days. Leeland will protect you. During that time we should meet up with you there." </font>She listened with a slowly sinking feeling in her stomach as he talked.

She was scared by how he was talking, and took a few deep breaths to keep calm and not panic at the thought of being all alone again with those men hunting her. She nodded slowly, then blinked as he held out a necklace to her. She took it and looked curiously at it, then looked back up at him as he spoke more.</font> "If anyone is there and questions you, just show
them this and say that Bruthane sent you...be safe Rain. And may the
blessings of nature be upon you." </font>She bit her lip and watched as he turned his horse and took off back toward the gates.

She gripped the necklace's chain tightly in her hand, feeling scared. She didn't move the horse at all. She wondered how she would know when two hours had passed. She had no way of telling time.</font> "How do we know how long to wait?" She asked in a whisper, looking down at Onyx, who had poked his head out from his hiding place. He just looked up at her with a look that she thought seemed like one of puzzlement, as if to say 'how should I know?'. She smiled slightly and looked back worriedly.

Then she saw two riders coming toward her, and she tensed, not sure whether it was enemies or her new friends. The horse, sensing her fear and uneasiness, started fidgiting. Rain was tempted to take off, thinking the horse was uneasy about the riders headed their way. But she waited for a moment, then sighed in relief as she saw that one was female, and appeared to be Lenna, which meant the other was probably Bruthane.

She relaxed when they got closer and she could see that it was indeed them.</font> </font>"Rain. How do you feel about
riding to Rivendell? We'll stop by Minas Tirith first to rest up and
gather some more provisions. If we get to Rivendell, then we shall be
safe and won't have to worry about those men who seem to be after me as
well now. I think I pissed off the tallest man there by killing one of
his men. I saw the gleam of hatred in his eyes."</font> Lenna asked as she caught up to Rain.

Glancing from her to Bruthane, Rain bit her lip and thought for a moment. She didn't know where all these places were, but she didn't like what she heard about that tallest man. That would be the man who was from Mordor. She shuddered slightly at the thought of him. So he was not only</font></font> after</font></font> her now, but he was after Lenna too. She glanced down at Onyx thought for a moment. Safe? She didn't know if anywhere was really safe. She just wanted to get out of here, get away from these people who hunted her now. "I don't know..."</font> She said quietly, glancing past them toward where they had come from, worried that the men were coming after her. "Let's just go, please?"</font> She asked, looking at Bruthane with fear in her blue eyes.</font>
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Juryblazeblade
26/Jun/2011, 07:12 AM
Miles outside Gate town
Flight to Minas Tirith

Bruthane winced slightly at the look that he saw in Rains eyes. he felt as if by leaving her here even though it was only for a moment. he had somehow done the girl wrong. maybe it was a character flaw that he had for being an older sibling. but as his father had once told him, the reason that older brothers were born first was to protect the younger siblings that followed. nodding slightly he said in a quiet voice "lets get out of here...we can decide on a destination later." he began to ride away with the rest of the group. after watching Rain for a moment he saw that she was still gripping the saddle horn, frowning at this and cursing himself for not explaining the concept of gripping with your knees he rode up beside rain once more. " Rain, I noticed that you are holding on to that saddle horn for dear life. if you grip the horses sides with your knees and use the stirrups for balance you should be able to let go." sliding back to watch for a moment he continued to ride with the group, doing his best to keep watch for any threats to there small group.

Rainelle Hérandil
26/Jun/2011, 07:35 AM
Several Miles away from Gate town</font>
Flight to Minas Tirith</font>
</font>
Rainelle looked up at Bruthane when he came back and gave her some advice on riding. Grip with her knees? She bit her lip and kept holding onto the saddlehorn while she tried that, gripping the horse's sides with her knees. Slowly she began to realize that she was more secure in the saddle, and could actually let go of the saddle horn. A few moments after realizing this, she finally eased her grip on the saddle horn, and then finally sat back a little, holding only the reins in her hands. She glanced back at Bruthane who was bringing up the rear and looked like he was looking out for attacks. "Thanks."</font> She said quietly with a faint smile, before turning back to the front, petting Onyx as he came back to sit on the saddle in front of her.</font>

Calinthae
26/Jun/2011, 08:01 AM
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<DIV marginheight="1" marginwidth="1" ="WebWizRTE" topmargin="1" leftmargin="1">Lenna rode in silence. She kept her ears peeled for any thing that was going to harm them. Lenna heard a deep low growl from Leeland who could smell the three even if theywere not that close. Lennalooked back toBruthane signaling to him to keep his guard up. She wanted to keep the girl safe from them. She motioned for Bruthane to come closer to rain. A tighter formation was harder to break.
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Rainelle Hérandil
27/Jun/2011, 03:39 AM
Flight to Minas Tirith

Rainelle continued to do as Bruthane had said to do, gripping the sides of the horse with her knees. She petted Onyx a little as she rode in silence. She was thoughtful and quiet for a long while. She was aware of the other two riding close to her, and though it was a little uncomfortable to her to have people so near, it was also a little bit comforting to have people nearby to protect her. She sighed slightly, and rode along with them, fearing that Jake and that other man were pursuing. She wanted to hurry, but didn't say anything. She kept glancing at Bruthane occassionally, partly out of wariness, and partly out of anxiety. She wondered how far it was to that camp place he'd told them about. Oh well, she'd have to just wait and see, and hope that they got there safely.

(OOC: We should now move out of this thread and into this one, where i've posted here: forum_images/bullet.png (forum_posts.asp?TID=239960&amp;PID=7399426#7399426)
also, Lenna, it's Out Of Character, not out of control. </font>smileys/smiley1.gif)</font>

Tolkus
15/Jul/2011, 08:05 PM
The Jolly JugglerAnother night had come and gone in the old tavern. Tom had made a few coins preforming to the smaller than normal crowd. It was half past noon before Tom came down from his room to the tavern the next day. Breathad gave Tom a scowl and raised eye brow. "I know, I'm late."Tom answered the scowl. Breothad huffed and went back to the kitchen. Tom put on an apperian and began to wash up things left over from the night before. Soon the patrians would begin to come in and all would need be ready.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
21/Jul/2011, 05:08 PM
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</span>The Jolly Juggler</span>
</span>

The night had past through and Sorondor had slept reasonable well in
his modest room. Now the day had come again so the young 29-year old southern
dúnedain opened his keen blue-green eyes and turned his shaggy dark brown head
toward the window opened out to allow any visitor to see into the harbor
beyond. So with trepidation did the young son of veteran soldier of Gondor Sorontur
Heron, rise himself out of the tangle of bedsheets. He stared for a moment
at empty side of the bed wistfully wondering if he'd ever be able to ensnare a
beauty woman of his own..... His cousin Hallas certainly had done well
having found companionship with a beautiful lass named Angelikus Snape.
He had only once caught sight of the two in one of Minas Tirith's army garrison
buildings enjoying a small party with their fellow soldiers.



So the young 29-year old descendant of Númenor shook his shaggy dark brown
haired head again and padded into the small tiny bathroom on his bare feet.
There he relieved himself of bodily wastes and then cleaned himself off with
hot shower scrubbing off all of the dirt and grime of the previous night of fun
and dalliances.... Once finished Sorondor dried off his semi-toned
muscular 6 foot-and 3-inch body. He then wrapped the ash grey towel about his
lower body and moved back into the semi- darken room which was now light with
small arrays of sunshine streaming in through the opened window. He busied
himself with getting out fresh clothing from his jet-black traveling pack.
Inside it rested his spare clothing, three sets of simple leather armor, four
cloaks, two pairs of tall knee high leather boots, Another pair of soft leather
traveling boots, a pair of plain leather belts, underwear and socks, a cleaning
kit for his gondorian longsword and one of two long steel daggers of </span>Númen</span>órean design. One was store
inside the packat all times to provide him the means to defend himself at
nights while on the roads that led throughout Gondor...



Sorondor decided to dress again in a casual fashion; a long sleeved
cotton dark green shirt, a pair of suede tan </span>suede </span>leather leggings, and to protect
his lower legs and feet were a pair of tall knee high brown leather boots. Over
the articles of clothing the young minor noble donned a
slightly heavier short sleeved suede leather tan tunic, whose sleeves below the
elbow and extended to the wrists of both arms had a mesh of chain-mail attached
securely by leather points. The interior of the mail was lined with soft dark
blue silk to prevent chafing against the garments resting underneath or any
exposed skin. Over this finely crafted inner tunic was a sleeveless hard
leather dark forest green tunic that offered moderate protection while not
hindering mobility. Protecting his lower body from waist to thigh was a matching
dark forest green suede leather traveling skirt, whose interior had a sheet of
identical chain-mail attached like the above mentioned tunic was secured by
leather points and interior lined with soft dark blue silk.</span> Then the
young traveler removed a fresh </span>two-piece set of leather
vambraces; an inner patterned guard and an outer plate of boiled</span> grey
leather. They were plain carried no marks of the ancient symbols used the vast
majority of Gondor's nobility.



With deft movements of his fingers Sorondor fastened them to his
forearms and then pulled on a matching pair of leather tabs to protect his
extremities from careless injuries. The next item donned by the young traveler was his plain black leather belt.</span> Attached to it were </span></span></span></span></span>
two brown leather pouches containing a small amount of healing herbs</font> and bandages, a moderate of gold, silver and bronze, coins part of the vast wealth that was amassed between their still respected families being Heron</font>(Griffith)</font>,</font> Turmaréna</font>(Randall), and Pehwarin</font>(Campbell).
Also located on the right side was a smaller wooden scabbard covered in
grey leather that crisscrossed down its entire length. The short scabbard was capped with steel locket and an elegant steel chape that matched the pommel of the long steel dagger of </span>Númen</span>órean design.</span> </font>On the left side
of the belt was attached</span> his
plain wooden scabbard that hung straight down and was wrapped in black
leather. The scabbard was capped with a simple bronze </span></font>locket and a matching bronze </span>chape that matched the pommel of the simple sword that now rested</span> </span> inside being a standard Gondor6ian ranger longsword.</span></font> </font>The final item that Sorondor donned over his outfit was a plain dark green cloak. It was made of cotton for use during the spring and summer seasons, instead of wool ones used during winter.
</span>With quick cursory inspection the 29 year old southern d</span>únedain packed up his previous clothing and armor into a hard leather pack which he then rolled into a tight ball to prevent odors from escaping and placed it into the bottom of his jet-black leather traveling pack. He fastened the flap and slung across his broad shoulders feeling land with sharp thud against his back.</span> </span>Sorondor</span> now made his down the series of stairs to the main landing of the Juggler and headed for the bar intending to order a quick breakfast, a drink, and once finished depart Dol Amroth to wander its streets for a while before heading back north toward his cousins land..... </span>

Tolkus
12/Aug/2011, 03:47 PM
The Jolly JugglerHearing steps coming down stairs Tom looked about and saw one of thier guest coming down to the bar. Tom made his way over to the gentelman and said, "Good morning Sir. I trust you slept well." he gave a quick smile. "What can I ge tyou this fine morning Sir?" Tom awaited the order.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
17/Aug/2011, 09:15 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor now gave Tom a smile as the latter inquired about his night of well rest and what he could rustle up for breakfast. The young 21-year old southern d</span>únedain speaks up his deep baritone voice full of graceful camaraderie," Yes I did indeed sleep well." " Tom I'll have some eggs hard fried, two links of fine sausage, a wedge of buttered toast and lastly a mug of good strong coffee with some sugar and creme please." Sorondor then reaches down to his belt to his where his two leather pouches hang and retrieves a pair of silver coins flipping them toward Tom to use as he saw fit during this day. The young traveler speaks again, "Well Tom I finally have a purpose in life thanks to the generosity of my cousin Hallas whom has handed over ownership of his simple sporting goods store in Isengard called the Wayward's Traveler's Emporium." The 22-year old southern d</span>únedain waits patiently for his friend's reply and to see him head back into the kitchen to prepare his meal.......
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Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Tolkus
18/Aug/2011, 02:10 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom simled a warm smile at what Sorondor said and gladly took his order for breakfast. Tom soon returned and put a small pitcher of cream, a bowl of suger, spoon and large mug of hot coffee down in front of his customer. "Breothad has your food on and it should be ready shortly." Tom finished with a quick wink. "That sounds like an interesting shop. Can you tell me more about it?" Tom asked as he stood there drying some dishes for the food cooking.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
25/Aug/2011, 05:23 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor smiled back at Tom who was curious and inquired about his new responsibilities the new owner of the </span>Wayward's Traveler's Emporium. as he went about his current duties "That sounds like an interesting shop. Can you tell me more about it?" The Dol Amrothian set down on the counter a small pitcher of creme, a small bowl of sugar, a spoon, and large ceramic mug filled with hot coffee. The Inn had yet to see any customers or other client tell since it was still quite early...

So the 21-year old</span> young southern d</span>únedain responded his baritone voice filled with calm and wit, " Ah as far as my cousin Hallas informed me that he did sell a variety of items, including simple leather armor and vambraces, clothing, swords with simple wooden scabbards, knives and daggers, spears though he said that he gave his stock of them to his own brother-in -law Tauro who is one of the proud riders of the Mark and owns a weapon's shop in Edoras." " Hunting bows, quivers filled with fresh arrows, barrels of good pipe weed, along with a modest collection pipes and some simple jewelry." </span>Sorondor now wondered if Tom was looking for another job to increase his own standard of life... Due in part to the bustle of numerous trade that Dol Amroth generated and any ill affects could begin to affect even the most stout hearted of its citizens who wished for a better or more easier lifestyle.... </span>

Tolkus
25/Aug/2011, 08:18 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom listened as Sorondor told him of the business. He then heard a grumble from the kitchen and Tom knew that ment the food was ready. "Excuse me a moment sir, I believe your food is ready." Off into the kitchen he went and returned seconds later with a plater of food that Sorondor had ordered. Setting the plater on the bar in front of hs custom Tom said, "Here you go sir, enjoy." he paused a second as though something had come into his mind. "You said knives and dagger, right? How much do you charge?" Tom waited to see if Sorondor would answer.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
02/Sep/2011, 05:13 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor heard Tom inform him that his food was ready and soon returned with a plate laden with </span>four eggs hard fried, two links of fine sausage, two wedges of buttered toast. The aroma waffed into the southern d</span>únedain long aquiline nose. It smelled so delicious! Sorondor spoke in curterous tone, "Thanks Tom." "Here." The young noble flicked another silver coin at him as he</span> began to eat in slow but refined pace eating up first the sausage, then the eggs slicing them into quarter sections to eat easier, and finally taking his time with the buttered toast in between swigs of his coffee. He heard Tom speak again, "You said knives and dagger, right? How much do you charge?" </font>Sorondor paused in his eating wiping his mouth with small plain black napkin... He finally spoke his </span>deep baritone voice cool, "Ah as to prices of smaller weapons such as daggers or knives that be about 12 coins or whatever currency Isengard is using right now?"


OOC: Hey my friend Tolkus I'm using the dark blue </font>#000066 </font>to differentiate whenever we speak. I hope that's all right I might do that from now so as I won't get confused when someone is speaking to me or I to them..smileys/smiley11.gifsmileys/smiley2.gif</font> </font></font></span>

Tolkus
02/Sep/2011, 09:40 PM
The Jolly JugglerSorondor told Tom of the cost of his daggers and knives. Tom gave it some thought and spoke to the man, "So do you ship or would I have to come to your store?" He was thinking that a new set of throwing daggers would be nice and most useful. The pair he had were getting wore and short form years of sharpning. Tom waited to see what Sorondor had to say.OOC: Sounds like a good idea, may have to steal it if that's okay</font>.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
04/Sep/2011, 03:55 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor now listened to Tom ask another question,</span>"So do you ship or would I have to come to your store?</font>" The new store keeper leaned back in his seat closing his keen blue-green eyes for a moment to think. "Could I set up a network of merchants who travel back and forth from Isengard, Rohan, and Gondor to be willing enough to transport my goods to my customers?" Opening his keen blue-green eyes did Sorondor look at Tom. Taking a deep breath in through his long aquiline nose and out through his pale pink lips. Finally the young 21</font></font>-year old</span> young southern d</span>únedain spoke his deep baritone voice was cool, " Well Tom I believe I can send the desired items later, but for now you'll need to come by my newly acquired store." Sorondor had popped into his mouth the last of his buttered toast and finished it off with another large sip of his coffee while he awaited his Tom's response.

OOC: Feel free my friend to borrow my idea about using colors to discern speaking parts.</font>smileys/smiley4.gif
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Tolkus
06/Sep/2011, 12:16 AM
The Jolly JugglerTom thought about this very carefully. It has been rather dull around here lately and a change of scenery my do some good. "You know that's not a bad idea." he said aloud but mostly to himslef. Then he looked at Sorondor and said,"I think I will come to your store, my good man." Tom gave a big grin and waited to see what Sorondor had to say.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Sep/2011, 04:56 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor</span> now grinned big at Tom as </span></font>the</span> </font> Dol Amrothian gave his answer,</span>"You know that's not a bad idea."</font> "I think I will come to your store, my good man." </font>The</span></font> young traveler continued to enjoy his coffee while gazing around at the empty main room of the Jolly Juggler with his keen blue-green eyes. The only sounds he could hear were of Tom's cleaning of the bar, the bustle of the kitchen and breathing of his own self along with his stomach gurgling as it digested his recent meal... </font></font>Sorondor</span> spoke again his deep baritone voice filled with charm and camaraderie, "Excellent my friend when should I expect you in Isengard?" " Because it will take me at least three to seven months to get there. " " Since I have to travel through the length of Gondor and Rohan." " The only other option is by ship and I'm uncertain if any Captain would be willing to risk a journey to deliver just one passenger and his mount to the ancient port of Lond Daer,</span> Vinyalondë</font> or to travel up further north to Tharbad." </font></font>Sorondor</span> now waited to see what Tom had to say in regards to his means of travel by land or to go by sea.....</span>
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Tolkus
06/Sep/2011, 08:51 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom thought on the words that Sorondor had told him about the lenght on the journey by road and by sea. Tom got a curious look about him then looked to Sorondor and leand in on the bar and said, "If you don't mind waiting to start your travel for about... two more days, I think I might be able to procure a baot for the journey." Tom smiled and stood back waiting to see if Sorondor was interested.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
08/Sep/2011, 03:18 PM
The Jolly Juggler
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The 21-year old </span>southern d</span>únedains' keen blue-green eyes look at directly at Tom when the Dol Amrothian adopted a curious expression on his rugged handsome face. Tom then leaned toward him and spoke in slightly lower tone, "If you don't mind waiting to start your travel for about... two more
days, I think I might be able to procure a boat for the journey."</font> The young minor nobleman and new store owner now leaned in close to gaze directly into Tom's eyes to discern if he was being truthful about obtaining this boat.... </span>Sorondor nodded his shaggy dark brown haired head and spoke in equally low tone, "I can my friend but be sure that it is sturdy deep draft boat that can handle at least two horses, and four people."

The young </span>southern d</span>únedain now asked a critical question, "Do you Tom seek a change of scenery? Perhaps an easier job with slightly better wages say 5 gold, 15 silver, and 25 bronze coins for every two weeks of hard work?" "A small worthwhile fortune to enjoy at taverns filled who knows with ladies looking for strapping handsome guys." </span></span>Sorondor now winked at Tom trying to entice him into leaving Dol Amroth. He tilted his head toward the opened door of kitchen where the sounds of clanging and scraping could be heard as cook was busy cleaning up the stacked pile of dirty dishes and utensils. The young traveler then waved his left hand around at the </span>interior of the</span></span></span> Jolly Juggler</span> to indicate the hard times that Gondor was facing against the rising tide of the threat that was Mordor.....

Tolkus
09/Sep/2011, 01:32 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom listened to Sorondor's offer and and had to think hard about it. "That's a fine offer sir, I'll have to think it over, but a change of scenary is something I need right now." Tom looked about the place and smiled to himself, then asked, "Would someone like me be welcomed in those lands?" meaning that he being a Haradrim. Thus he waited to see Sorondor's reply.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
11/Sep/2011, 06:53 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor listened to Tom speak, </span>"That's a fine offer sir, I'll have to think it over, but a change of scenery is something I need right now." "Would someone like me be welcomed in those lands?" </font>The 21-year old </span>southern d</span>únedain nodded his head and took in short breath before finally coming to a decision. He spoke slowly his deep bass voice sincere and surprised, " Ah my friend glad that you are wanting a change in the events currently going on in your life." "I'm fairly certain that you're being a Haradrim should not cause problems."</font> </font>Sorondor hoped that his reassurance would be enough to convince Tom to join him as his fellow merchant and assistance for his store in Isengard....</span> </font>

Tolkus
12/Sep/2011, 07:27 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom was satisfied with Sorondor's answer and said to him, "Good, good then we leave in two days, if that is alright with you." He had to make sure Sorondor could wait that long because it would most likely take Tom that long to get the boat he was after. He awaited Sorondor's repky.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
17/Sep/2011, 05:50 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span></span>The young 21-year old </span>southern d</span>únedain now smiled to Tom he again spoke finalizing their arrangement.

"Good, good then we leave in two days, if that is alright with you." </font>Sorondor now inhaled through his large aquiline nose of the morning air of the inn. it smelled of the odors of cooking meals, cleaning solutions, and those who had cleaned themselves up. Well then today he could choose to explore the streets of Dol Amroth....He finally spoke again his deep baritone voice still filled with intrigue," Well Tom is there any place I might some beautiful women?" "Another bar that is close to the Jolly Juggler?" Sorondor was hoping to enjoy some feminine company, a delightful conversation before departing Dol Amroth and headed to Isengard by ship....</font>
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Tolkus
17/Sep/2011, 07:39 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom thought about it for a time and said, "Here in Gate Twon theres no that much. May be the Roundhouse to see a show would be somewhere. Other than that, well let's just say here is as good a place as any." Tom had to give a little laugh. "If you're really looking I'd try more aound the Palace area. Bit more up scale if you know what I mean." Tom gave a quick wink. Then he turned his attention to more business matters, "If you would, my good man, meet me back here in two days." Tom awaited to see what Sorondor had to say.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
20/Sep/2011, 09:03 PM
The Jolly Juggler

</span>Sorondor smiled back to Tom while he gave his new business partner the layout of Gate Town and where he could find some charming beautiful ladies.... The young 28-year old </span>southern d</span>únedain spoke up his deep baritone voice still full of cheer and dry wit, " Ah I would like to keep my gear in my room would you Tom? " Sorondor indicated the faded leather pack beside his stool.</span> "I'll be back tonight around say 8 or 9pm." "Who knows maybe I can be persuasive enough to the ladies to spend a little time with you!" Sorondor </span>winked one of his keen blue-green eyes at the jest on his part. Now he stood up from the bar stool and stretched his tall lean 6' foot and 3" inch muscular body. His back popped a couple of lower vertebrae as the young store owner let out a sigh escape his pale pink lips. Now he strode across the empty main room of the Jolly Juggler</span>....

Suddenly Sorondor</span> realized that Tom would need to open his locked door! For he still had the iron key in his pocket! The minor nobleman exclaimed, "Oi! Tom you'll need my key in order to get into my room to deposit my pack!" The virile southern </span>dúnedain then opened his second leather pouch that hung from his belt and tossed toward Tom, the iron wrought key! It arced through the opened space of the main room whistling faintly headed toward his new business partner... Sorondor</span> also flicked out two more silver coins hoped that the key and coins would land either in Tom's opened hand or the bar countertop with 'clank!"....

Tolkus
21/Sep/2011, 01:39 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom half cocked a smile and caught the key thrown his way and well as making an acrobatic catch of the coins. Now was time for Tom to get busy he had to aquire a baot and previsions for the trip up the Great River. He knew just who to talk to and what to say. The hard part was going to be telling a few people he was going. Specialy here at the Juggler. He also had to make a trip to the palace and informthe Princeof his leaving too. First Tom had to figure out a way to get off work. Tom knew this was going to be difficult unless he used some kind of tactic on Breothad to get off work. Tom went into the kittchen and began helping with the morning preperations for the rest of the day and made quick work of it. Then he got a few things prepared for the next day too. Of course Breothad took notice and asked why, to which Tom then asked for some time off. Breothad tried to think up something so he could refuse but in the end relented and gave Tom the time off he needed. It was then that Tom went up stairs to Sorondor's room and dropped off his things. After coming back down Tom gave the key to Breothad and left teh Juggler.House of Many SplendersTom made his way down the street to the House of Many Splenders. Here he knew he could find the things he needed for the voyage. Upon entering Tom is greeted by the owner Mirdanicar or Meer as Tom refered to him. They had become friends over the years, Tom had done some services for Meer a few times. "Well met my friend. What brings you here on this fine day?" Meer asked. Tom smiled and siad, "I have come in search of a few things. I plan on making a voyage up the river on past Gondor. I am in need of supplies and" at this Tom moved in close so no one could hear but Meer, "A ship." Meer took a step back and looked Tom over with a rye smile on his face then said with a slight laugh, "The supplies are no problem but the other..." Meer trailed off. Tom gave Meer a sarcastic look and said, "Don't give me that. I know..." and Tom trailed off with a knowing look to Meer. Meer then laughed heartly and slaped Tom on the back and said, "You know me too well my friend. But it'll cost." The smile on Meers face indicated that the price would be steep. Meer placed his arm over Tom's shoulders and said to him, "Come let us do our deealings in my office. Bit more privet if you know what I mean." With that both men went inot the large office.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
06/Oct/2011, 08:33 PM
Streets of Gate Town

Sorondor now headed out of the Jolly Juggler his fair and tanned face concealed by the wide hood of his dark green cotton cloak; its interior quilted lightly in grey leather.</span> The palm of his left hand rested against the steel conical pommel of his Ithilien ranger longsword rested inside its </span></font>plain wooden scabbard that hung straight down and was wrapped in black
leather attached to his plain identically colored belt</span></font>. Its curved steel crossguard was though different, being twisted with a warrior's flourish and inlaid with bronze wire . The handgrip was wide to match the 28-year old </span></font>southern d</span>únedain's callused hands. It had eight steel rings covered in black leather. The 3 and 1/4 foot steel blade was made of fine steel and given a deep fuller than ran down entire length stopping short of the tip. Both sides were sharpened to help penetrate more heavier armored foes. His </span></font> long steel dagger of </span>Númen</span>órean design also had a deep fuller and carried on its short curved crossguard the same pattern as its bigger brother. His father Sorontur had chosen to rejoin the armies of Gondor serving as a Ranger of Ithilien under the Stewards' younger son Faramir and had trained him in the arts of war.

The young noble, traveler and owner now headed down the paved stone streets of Dol Amroth's suburbs hearing the soles of his tall knee high brown leather boots smack against the payment with steady pace. Sorondor decided to follow his new friend Tom's advice decided to pay the Prince of Dol Amroth his respects before leaving the realm of Gondor. For how long the young southern </span>d</span>únedain was uncertain perhaps a few years or more unless the growing number of border skirmished caused the Steward to issue a draft calling on all able bodied men to join Gondor's armies to defend the south Kingdom. In the event of that occurring Sorondor vowed to join his cousin Hallas or his father and serve in the armed forces as a soldier for a period of no less than three years.... The young noble and traveler now headed upward into the more majestic parts of the city.

OOC: Tolkus my friend I'll be making a few more posts in Throne Room thread of Ost-en-Ernil.</font>smileys/smiley2.gifsmileys/smiley19.gif

Tolkus
12/Oct/2011, 08:42 PM
The Jolly JugglerTom came in later than evening and just stoped and looked about the place. It has been home for some time. The regulars he knew each and thier favorit drinks, which jokes and songs they liked and didn't. Tom knew which patrons payed the best and worst and which ones he could get any way. Yes this was home, but no more, it was time to move on try something different. Tom enjoyed his life here and to say there were no reservations about leaving would be untrue. Tonight Tom would give his last preformance here, for a while at least. He knew deep down that sooner or later he would be returning. So now Tom came to the bar, not to work for he had already quit that job much to Breothad's regret. Yes Tom would miss his old friend but it was time for a change, time for an adventure. Useing his influance Tom was able to procure a decent vessal to make the trip up river. He was waiting for Sorondor to come so they could make any last minute arangements. While waiting Tom took to the stage here one last time.

Hallas C. Pehwarin
13/Oct/2011, 01:57 AM
Streets of Gate Town
heading for the Jolly Juggler

Sorondor now moved with ease among the folk of Gate Town. His clothing thankfully concealed his status as a minor nobleman of the Kingdom of Gondor. The one thing that he could hide very well was his high born accent and the manner in which he addressed his fellow citizens of Gondor or those whom he'd interacted with here in Dol Amroth and the fief of Belfalas. The young 28-year old traveler now walked on down the cobbled stone street that lead past the various shops now closed for the night the days business concluded.

Little did the young traveler and nobleman was that he'd been spied on by two young ladies! Morcelle (Ursula) and Ailin (Lynn)! Both young women were in their mid-twenties and were wearing tasteful simple dresses in the hues of blue and grey. protecting their silky legs both wore short suede leather traveling boots, and covered themselves in long tan cotton cloaks; whose wide hoods and interior side were lined lightly in black leather. The hoods were raised to conceal their fair faces. Both had dark raven hair that went down to their small broad shoulders, thin dark raven eyebrows, small noses, tanned firm cheeks, full pink lips, and curved chins. The only way that a passerby could tell them apart was the Morcelle or liked her shortened name Cel had piercing azure colored eyes! Ailin or just Lin had dark grey eyes typical of one born in Dol Amroth or usually in the fief of Belfalas. Where some small amount of the Númen</span>órean blood still existed in Gondor and on Middle Earth. Though some in Dol Amroth like to say that the capital of Gondor Minas Tirith still held some too!

Now did Morcelle (Ursula) and Ailin (Lynn) follow their person of 'interest' for he'd definitely looked like he'd be a fantastic companion for either of them! Now both followed (Sorondor) at an extreme distance to prevent him from either seeing or hearing them as all three of them continued to walk down the nearly deserted street. Sorondor now slowed his pace turned his head around in the direction that he'd come from Prince Imrahil's residence of Ost-en-Ernil. The young 28-year old southern dúnedain now gazed down the seemly empty street with his keen and bright blue-green eyes.. Nothing! So Sorondor shook his shaggy black haired head thinking he'd heard the pitter-patter of footsteps! It had to be his mind playing tricks on him since the long journey to and from the Prince's court without have a midday meal...

To emphasize that particular fact his empty stomach now rumbled its displeasure at Sorondor! The nobleman and traveler now allowed a low moan escape his pale pink lips! He was nearly to the Jolly Juggler and managed to get inside before his strength began to wane! "Idiot that is the last time you go skipping a meal!" "And go without substance since you'll now probably eat like ravenous wolf for dinner!" Sorondor luckily spotted his friend and business partner Tom on the stage obviously performing some last act for his fellow patrons and those who frequented this somewhat rowdy Inn! The 28-year nobleman manged to walk to the bar grabbing and empty seat at one end and used his callused hands to steady himself. Now he waited for Tom to join him and quickly as for something strong to drink to boost his flagging strength.

Cel and Lin now watched as their 'interest' enter the Jolly Juggler. They then moved quickly down the street and soon very cautiously entered the crowded establishment.. The two women still hidden by their plain cotton tan cloaks now looked around with their dazzling colored eyes searching for the high born whom had captured their fancy!

OOC: Tolkus my friend I developed two minor female characters in this post. Both are interested in Sorondor as a companion or more... if you get my drift I'll probably sick one on you probably Morcelle (Ursula) who has azure colored eyes! I'll take Ailin (Lynn) since I've modeled her after my cousin's girl Chandra; which I can't translate into Quenya the 1st elven language. Any problems or concerns feel free to PM me</font>.smileys/smiley11.gif

Hallas C. Pehwarin
15/Nov/2011, 12:01 AM
The Jolly Juggler

The 28-year old southern dúnedain managed to flag down Breothad the owner of crowded </span>Jolly Juggler! The burly man leaned forward on the bar and spoke in graveled tone, " What can I get you traveler?</font>" Sorondor then looked the innkeeper directly into his grizzled face with his keen and bright blue-green eyes. The young minor nobleman and traveler spoke his deep baritone voice cool and filled with camaraderie tone, "Well I like something hearty to eat say a good stew with warm bread and pint of good ale." The 28-year old direct descendant of the 'faithful' Númen</span>óreans reached down to his waist of his simple traveler's attire to undo the flap of the 1st of his two leather pouches attached to his brown belt. Sorondor opened the inner smaller pouch with his nimble fingers told hold of some silver and copper coins.

Glancing down at his cupped hand and grinned when he found that he'd withdrawn 15 coppers and 10 silver coins! Now wolfish grin appeared on his handsome tanned face as Sorondor dropped all of the 15 coppers and 4 silver coins onto the counter in front of Breothad! The Innkeeper quickly swiped his burly arm across the wood of the counter placing the coins into the palm of his outstretched right hand depositing the coin into a faded black leather pouch attached to faded brown leather belt that rested over his white apron. </span>Breothad spoke up in more civil tone, " I'll have the order and pint out in say 15 minutes, sir!" " Thank ye for the hospitality that you've shown my humble establishment." </span>

The rest the weary traveler deposited back into his inner pouch resealing it then the outer flap to his 1st of the 2 leather pouches attached to the belt girthed around his narrow waist of his simple travelers' attire. The palm of his left hand though did rest for a moment against the conical steel pommel of his ranger hand-and-half sword before resting on the counter again. His deep baritone voice was full guile as Sorondor again addressed Breothad," Will this be enough for the meal and the few pints that I undoubtedly be drinking tonight?" Now did the weary store-owner and traveler await a reply while his empty stomach made its presence known rumbling loudly! The burly owner of the Juggler nodded his dark haired head in acknowledgment made by his paying customer. </span>Breothad's deep voice was civil and spoke quickly as he moved off to attend to the needs of the others already filling up the main room of his establishment, "Your pay is enough for the meal and several pints of ale at least I'd say ten." The 28-year old southern </span>dúnedain</span> his dark brown haired head and gazed back over toward Tom watching as his business partner perform his tricks for the citizens of Dol Amroth!

NPC's~</span>Morcelle (Ursula) and Ailin (Lynn)

The two young beautiful ladies now took seats at the far end of the bar glancing down toward their person of 'interest' (Sorondor). </span>Morcelle's azure colored eyes gleamed with desire as she spied another who captured her beating heart as he( Tom) performed his tricks for the crowd... Ailin who also longed for male company now gazed at the high born (Sorondor) with her dark grey eyes as she folded her hands together and rested them on the bars counter! Instinctively the shouts of the crowd who were enjoying Tom's tricks made the two ladies pulled their cotton tan cloaks about themselves trying to blend in with rest of the gathered crowd. Finally the barkeep and owner of the Juggler Breothad</span> came over and asked, " Care for something to eat or drink ladies?</font>"

Cel spoke up her soft alto voice cool and alluring, " Well how about a couple of drinks say a good like the one over ordered." The 31-year female Dol Amrothian gestured with her right hand towards the traveler seated at the far end of the bar(Sorondor). Breothad</span> glanced in that direction noticing his other customer Sorondor as the one this lady gestured to... The barkeep spoke in gruff civil tone, " All right but the cost will be 12 coppers dears for your drinks." Cel reached down to her slim waist of her blue and grey trimmed gown with her right hand. Where was girthed a plain burgundy colored belt. On it rested a single grey leather pouch containing her money, perfume, and on the right hand side rested a short steel dagger of Gondorian design sheathed inside a matching burgundy colored scabbard.

With her slender fingers did Cel open the pouch and withdrew the 12 coppers and payed Breothad</span> in full for their ales. The burly innkeeper grinned broadly at the ladies accepting their coin placing into his faded black leather pouch attached to faded brown leather belt that rested over his white apron.The innkeeper moved with speed as he</span> quickly headed over to the other side of the bar filling two pewter tankards of quality ale and came back a moment later depositing them in front of the two cloaked ladies! The evening continued to wear on as Cel and Lin watched Tom continue to perform a wide array of tricks to please the bustling crowd! Shouts and numerous hands clapping to praise the performer for his skill in the art of juggling!


Edited by: Hallas C. Pehwarin

Rathynai
19/Jan/2013, 06:56 PM
6 ~ Gate Town ~ Walking Sailor Tavern

In all honesty, this was the first time that Dhalion had actually stepped into Gate Town. When he was growing up in Dol Amroth, he was too young and too sheltered to have been granted permission to roam the streets of the district that was closest to the gate that opened into the landscape of the fiefdoms. Which were the same for many of the children raised in the noble families. He looked around at the bright lights and the crowds of people who wandered the streets, almost as if he was a country bumpkin that just into the city. Who would have thought that his home city was so alive? His grey eyes looked up and around, his senses reaching out soaking up the nightlife that was Dol Amroth.

“Dhal, you’re looking around like a Country Bumpkin…”

He snapped gaze back to Lily who had a smile that was about to break into a laugh.

“Maybe I am.” He smiled back and shrugged. “It’s not that far off the mark. I have never seen this sight of Dol Amroth before.”

Lily patted his arm. “Well, if you didn’t do something silly like, take off into the woods, for example, then you would have seen this side of the city.” Lily looked around, her own grey eyes soaking in the bustling and seemingly chaotic life of the district. “I like Gate Town. Everyone here minds their own business, no one wondering what you’re doing, and what your affairs are. It almost feels as if it has a life of itself.”

Dhal nodded in agreement. The feel of Gate Town was alive, almost throbbing. There was people everywhere, revellers for the most part, citizens out in the town. There was the occasional sailor, troops of marching men at arms, and mounted Knights. And various people from the other fiefs. Clansmen from Lamedon with their massive Claymores upon their backs, the bearded and stout men of the Lossarnach, the hooded huntsmen from Morthond and various other men and women who called Gondor home. The two had walked into the district just after sundown, after a small dinner with madam Delentia who bade them to take care, and they walked down the streets like a couple taking in the cool evening. Dhal had donned a grey cloak over his shoulders, with the hood thrown back, his red scarf peeking from the cloaks folds. Whereas Lily changed out of her dress and now wore a cream coloured shirt with a navy coloured skirt. A blue cloak over her shoulders. Dhal still had his rapier at his hip, even though Gate Town was a thriving district, Lily took the precaution to gloss over the shadier stories of the district. Nonetheless, with Lily’s arm through his, they looked nothing more than a young couple out in the city.

“So, tell me about the Walking Sailor Tavern.” Dhal nodded his thanks to a street vendor who was selling large Belfalas Bay prawns skewered with a stick, marinated and herbed over a hot grill. Lily payed for the both of them. It rankled slightly to Dhal that he didn’t have any funds, but Lily seemed to have an unending supply of coin, which she didn’t mind sharing to her friend.

She blew on her prawns to cool them down. “Nothing much really. It’s a gambling den just out from the main road here.” He took a nibble of a grilled prawn. “Its owner is a quiet sort, keeping to himself and not mingling much with the rest of the city. However, I think its business has increased lately, and rumours abound about certain kinds of dealings that it has within its walls.”

“Oh?” They walked down a brightly lit alley, passing people who ignored the two.

“Well, besides the usual prostitution, and backroom business dealings. Apparently there has been a lot of traffic of exotic animals to that business. Hunting cats, alligators, and some weird species from the north. But…” she pursed her lips, as if she was recalling a memory. “I’m not sure if this is true or not. Apparently someone saw a goblin or orc, or something in the loading bay in the back alley of the Tavern. Though, it sounds like drunken dribble to me.” She threw her prawn stick to the side and licked her lips. “Don’t rely too much on what information that I have, I have only entered the place once before, and the circumstances weren’t exactly friendly.” She didn’t elaborate further as they neared the end of the alley and towards a white washed three storey building that was ablaze more than a tree during Yuletide. Every window was alight, and the bright purple banners depicted what looked to be a white sailor striding with a walking stick. Iron torches led up the stairway to its entrance. Dhal and Lily walked up the purple carpet to gain admittance.

“Well… When I was thinking ‘Tavern’ I wasn’t exactly picturing this.” He flicked his eyebrow up at Lily.

She laughed. “This is a recent establishment. It used to be less… extravagant…” She looked up and through the open double doors of the tavern. “During the day, its less bright, and more typically a tavern, and like a said, business has been good for it only recently. Which makes me wonder how they get so much in the way of its revenue.” She pursed her lips, before quickly changing to a beaming smile to the tall and thin door warden.

“Good Evening, Sir, Lady. Welcome to the Walking Sailor. We hope that you enjoy your time here.” The guard nodded to the two of them. “Excuse me, however, weapons are frowned upon within this establishment, and I’d like to ask if we can keep your blade in our safekeeping until you leave for the night.”

Dhal tilted his head. “This little thing?” meaning his rapier at his hip. “I’m very sorry but, though I trust your safekeeping is secure. I’d like to keep it at my side. Besides…” He smiled at the door warden. “As far as I can see through those doors, I see a couple gentlemen with short swords at their hips, as well as one gentlemen with a broadsword upon his back. And I think I see some with daggers at their hips. Anyway,” Dhalion patted the hilt of his elven rapier. “This is a very small sword, its actually more decoration than anything else, a lot of nobles have been taking it as a habit to carry a rapier at their hip. Did you know, that some people ca…”

“Alright! Alright!” The warden raised his hands. “I’ll permit you to carry your blade, sir.” He nodded to them both. “I hope you have a pleasant evening.” He greeted the next group of people.

Dhal and Lily walked inside the building. “Well, I’m actually surprised you got that thing inside here. Not many people would be allowed to bring a weapon into an establishment like this one.” She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Decoration? Hmmm? So all those years in the wild and you still don’t know how to use that thing?”

He returned her smile. “Maybe.” He shrugged. “Though, it has been many moons since I drew it in anger.” He looked around, letting the subject drop to silence.

“Well, Sir Decoration. Welcome to the Walking Sailor.” Lily patted his arm.

And a welcome it was. The main floor of the building was a brightly lit large chamber. There was people everywhere. It was very apparent that the Tavern was going through a wealthy streak in its business. Purple tapestries decorated the walls and pillars of the chamber, with lanterns bringing a lot of light into the room. There was two bars and the serving staff were busy making drinks for their customers. There were plush lounges in alcoves to give some sense of privacy. But what took up a lot of space were row upon row of tables devoted to gambling. Dice games could be seen and card games were visible to the eye too. Dhal recognised a certain card game on one of the tables, the men of the far north called it ‘Pakir’.

“I’m not too sure what to think of this place.” Dhal led them towards the closest bar. “I’m not one to place a bet, despite my lack of funds.”

“Neither am I, but it won’t hurt to have a look around.” Lily ordered a bottle of red and two glasses. After the purchase, they went along the wall until they entered an empty alcove. Sitting comfortably they settled down and uncorked the bottle of wine. Lily keeping an eye on the doorway. “Yvenwen apparently comes here during the night. And if what I’m told is true, she should be here within the hour.” She nodded her thanks when Dhal poured her a glass of their Merlot before pouring one for himself.

“Really? All this to keep an eye on a lady?” He settled back and took a sip of the wine, letting the flavours touch his tastes.

She smiled. “Well, not really. It was simply an excuse to bring you out of the city and see the nightlife of Dol Amroth.” Lily took a sip of her own wine, making a face at the taste. “I should have gotten something more sweeter. Anyway, as I have told you, Information is very lucrative here in Dol Amroth. Though, let’s just say that I’m not the only one who has taken interest in Lady Yvenwen’s movements, and I’d like to know why.”

“Anything special about Lady Yvenwen?”

She thought it over, weighing her words. “Not really special. She’s the wife of Lord Haavard of House Eletille. No children in the family. The family, itself, is aligned to certain Greater Houses, otherwise, is quiet to all accounts. Lord Haavard and his younger brother serve in the Prince’s Armies. I can understand why she would seek out certain entertainments with her husband away on a constant basis. However, for a lady of her wealth and lineage coming to a place like this is highly scandalous.”

“But…?” He asked, prompting her further, knowing there was usually more to it.

“A scandal always happens, a lady having a lover, or going home with men of ill repute, or even using her finances for some endeavour or other, unknown to her husband. However, she goes home alone. The family coin has not dwindled, nor does she seem the gambling type.” Lily lounged back and took a sip of her wine. “I can’t place a finger on it, but there is something that I am missing, and unfortunately I’m not the kind of person who can hold my curiosity in check.”

It was maybe another twenty minutes before a lady entered the Tavern that took Lily’s attention. She was dressed in a maroon coloured gown with a light grey cloak over her shoulders. She was tall, as expected from a lady of noble birth, tall and very thin. She had a kind face, but with a thin nearly hawkish nose. Without preamble she meandered her way towards the bar.

“Here is our esteemed lady, now let’s see what she does.” Lily poured herself another glass of wine, refilling Dhal’s as well. Her eyes focused on Yvenwen over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her wine.

Lady Yvenwen talked to the bar attendant who nodded and called out to a co-worker before removing himself out of the bar and towards an entranceway, before disappearing up a flight of stairs. In short order, the bar attendant returned with a solidly stout middle aged man who was dressed in a purple and silver doublet.

“Ahhh… See that man in the purple with the goatee and dark hair?” Lily nodded her head to the man who approached Lady Yvenwen. “That’s the proprietor. Jenk Elliris.”

Dhal watched as Jenk and Yvenwen gave each other a greeting and a hug, with kisses on the cheek. The two were happy to see each other, with the occasional laugh. Jenk eventually waved over one of his attendants to which Lady followed the attendant out of the main gaming floor. Jenk stayed at the bar socialising with his customers.

Lily elengantly stood up and slid her cloak off her shoulders and slid away from the lounge. “I’ll be back in a moment, I’d like to see where she is going.” She smiled brightly at Dhalion who gave her a questioning look. “Oh! Don’t give me that look, Dhal. Let’s just say that there are certain places that only a lady can gain access to. Just stay here and look pretty until I get back.” And with that she strode with confidence across the gaming floor, and followed Yvenwen, only stopping once to talk to the door warden who blocked her way. Some sway of the hips and a light touch on the shoulders, with no doubt a cheeky smile and a twinkle in her eyes, was more than enough for her to gain passage into the backrooms.

Dhalion simply shook his head and took a drink of his glass of wine.

He pursed his lips as he settled back and looked into the chamber. His grey eyes gazing towards where a band was setting its instruments upon a small stage. Dhal waited patiently, for this was never his kind of area of expertise. He was a man of blades, blood and honour. His reverie was broken when a silky womanly voice reached his ears.

“Hello, sir. If you have a moment, the Master of this tavern would like to have a word with you.”