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Všlanna
09/Feb/2014, 11:22 PM
The Shadowed Lands Olympics
Presents:
Dol Amroth Hockey Shoot

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He Shoots! He Scores!

Thatís right folks Olympic Hockey has come to town. Get your tickets or get in line to participate for your favourite team. Go face to face with your opponent and bust some teeth at the centre line because itís Hockey Night in Dol Amroth! So let's make some noise because there is going to be some heads rolling before the end of the night!
It's just you and the goalie...
It's simple!
It's easy!

Hereís how it works:


1. Sign up by showing up at the Dol Amroth Arena. You will be amazed how they fit a hockey arena in that tightly knit little city of theirs by the sea! Go ahead and put your skates on and get on the ice. The Ref will give you a hockey stick and direct you to the centre line about halfway across the rink where you will be given three (3) hockey pucks to try and shoot into the goalieís net. Now if you look down to the end of the arena you will see your opponent's goalie standing there looking grim and menacing with his hockey mask on. He slaps his stick on the ice and starts antagonizing you. "Come on! Give it your best shot maggot! Try to fire one in past me if you think you can".
You have just three chances to do it if you want to win for your region.

2. Once the puck is dropped by the ref at the face-off circle you will take the puck (with your hockey stick) and skate down to the goalie and attempt to shoot the puck past him and into the net for a goal. Each attempt is determined by the roll of a die. If the number is even you score one point and if the number is odd you score no point. You may also make a bonus point if you can correctly answer a lore question which I will be taking clues from The Hobbit, LOTR, and The Sil.

3. At the end of three rounds a grand total will be added to your team and whoever has the highest points wins.



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Updates every 24 hours
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Karis Ziranphel
10/Feb/2014, 04:16 AM
ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien
Olympic Contender

Hockey. ThŻllir had played something like it the few times that it had gotten cold enough for the river to freeze over, but it didn’t do so often. It had been a bit of a river and sea voyage to make it to Dol Amroth from the Mountains bordering Mordor and Ithilien, where ThŻllir had competed in his last events, but he had arrived in time to get a little practice on the ice before the big event.

Now the time had come for the actual Hockey challenge, and ThŻllir pulled on the Green padded armor that had been made, making his shoulders appear wider than they already were. Thick leather gloves were for warmth but also ideal for punching. He also clapped on a leather helmet in case he hit the boards a bit hard for some reason, and laced on the curving and sharply-bladed skates. Last of all, he slipped a piece of leather into his mouth so that he wouldn’t bite his tongue off in a collision.

Standing, he pushed off the bench and stepped on to the ice to glide over to the center line where the judges waited. Turning his skates at the last second with a confident sweep, he came to a halt with a small spray of ice and surprisingly no wobble. His voice was clear as he declared himself ready to compete. “ThŻllir to represent Ithilien.”

Drifa
10/Feb/2014, 05:22 PM
Ai of Dol Amroth

Ai enjoyed ice-skating, even though she had short legs, she could skate fast. She remembered skating on the Long Lake as a young dwarf and how much she had enjoyed it. This was one competition she would thoroughly exceed at .
Strapping her blades to her boots, she stood and pushed off, doing some quick laps around the rink. She was fast, her short legs pumping, her blades cutting into the ice at sharp angles, causing snow to fly-out behind them.
She had donned some light-mail and gauntlets with soft leather insides to protect her body and a helmet for her head, although, she saw only one other competitor on the ice and wasn't to concerned, yet.
Making her way to the center of the ice, she stopped with a expert snow-plow and looked at the hockey sticks the Ref was holding. She would have to have one modified to fit her stature, that was for sure. Taking a slightly curved one, she skated to the sidelines and her pack and did some adjusting with her small hatchet all the while mumbling.
"Tall folk! Bah!'
Her task complete, she returned to the middle of the ice and grinned at the Ref, her stick considerably shorter, and said.
"Ai of Dol Amroth ready for the competition to begin."

Pele Alarion
10/Feb/2014, 06:52 PM
Pele
Minas Tirith

It had taken Pele some practice to hone her skating skills for this particular event. At first she had been rather clumsy and only after relentless training and many falls she had found the right balance and speed. And then there was this whole stick and puck thing. With her skates secured on her feet she approached the referee and picked one of the sticks from him. To get a feel for the ice and everything she set off to complete a few small circles. In terms of protection Pele had only a helmet; otherwise she hoped to escape unscathed, though a few bruises wouldn't be much of a problem. After all she could defend herself quite well with that stick, if it came to it...

Rohanna
10/Feb/2014, 08:16 PM
The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth
representing Dol Amroth

The Prince had enjoyed a leisurely ride back from the Opening Ceremonies. While he was riding back to Dol Amroth, he and his horse were clandestinely discussing the plans for the hockey competition in the Prince's home city when Ai the dwarf jogged resolutely beside them on the road. The Prince didn't mind so much that people knew he spoke to his horse, after all it was a very special horse, or that someone could actually pass him with only 2 short stubby legs, but a lesser being walking/riding/running BESIDE him??? Beside??? Not Behind??? What was the world coming to??? Deciding it best to let the dwarf's insulence go (this time) the Prince gave a Noldorly nod to the dwarf and let her on her way then followed her on in to the hockey event.

While he was gone, his underlings had certainly built a hockey arena worthy of his name, which he never used because it sounded like "I'm a Hill" and the Prince thought of himself more like a mountain, but nonetheless everything looked great.

The only problem it would seem was that there was actually competition and the Prince wasn't guaranteed a win. Attempting to solve this problem the best way he knew how, the Prince did what he did best, pull out his wealth and began to bribe. First he bribed the hockey officials to give him the strongest stick ever made. Then he bribed them to give him the fastest pucks ever made. Then he bribed the local Dwarven smithies who were hanging around ogling Ai to build him the fastest, strongest, and monumentalist pair of skates money could buy. Then he offered big bags of bank to any fans hanging around with nothing to do but worship him. Clearing his princely voice, he made the following announcement:


Dol Amrothians!!!
Hear me, the Skate Prince of Dol Amroth.
I offer you a full bag of silver if you come and represent Dol Amroth in Hockey.


Lifting his sample bag of loot and giving it a gentle jingle so that all in range could hear (as he was sure the sound of clanking coins would perk up dockworking ears more than his brawny baritone), the Prince dismounted from his horse, grabbed his primo stick and his primo pucks, and skated onto center ice with his custom-made primo skates...

NyrŽ
10/Feb/2014, 10:27 PM
Jaldur of the Eglarath
Mordor

Strapping on his leathern skates, Jaldur leaped on to the ice, barreling toward the referee at the opposite end of the rink. The Avar came to a grinding stop, thrusting the blades into the ice and turning to one side as he did so. A spray of crystals came forth, showering the space about him.

Bowing before the official, he received his stick and pucks, and deposited the latter in the folds of his cloak. Holding the stick above his head, Jaldur made several runs around the rink, sneering at his foreign opponents as he did so. Coming to a halt near the central ring, he made ready to begin.

"None shall stand before the majesty of my skill," he thought.

Eafurth
11/Feb/2014, 05:23 AM
Feron Thangur - Ithilien

Feron had arrived in time to see many people lining up and trying out their skates. It was Feron's first Olympic competition and he was very nervous. It was kind of like reporting to Lt. Maldir and kind of like falling off of the Tower of Ecthelion, just with everybody in Middle-Earth watching. He felt as sinking feeling in his stomach and then it fluttered up again as butterflies took to flight. He was wearing brown trousers and a green shirt, and hidden beneath his trousers was his dagger - he had heard Mordorians defined the word "fair" much differently. On his head of curly black hair sat a green stocking cap. His teeth were chattering, not so much from the cold as the excitement, as he gingerly stepped on to the ice.

Standing, or rather, skating, nearby was Thullir, the only representative of Ithilien other than himself to yet make themselves present. He skated over to his fellow Ranger. More accurately, he fell several times, half-walking, catching himself every other movement, until he was close enough to Thullir to speak. "Hello Thullir!" Seeing the leather in his mouth, the helmet on his head, and the thick gloves on his hands, Feron's eyes widened. "You look as if you came to a fight!" He heard that sometimes hockey games got started at fights, but this was an Olympic competition! He glanced quickly at somebody he thought was an Elf (Jaldur), but who was clearly too evil to be a good Elf. Feron didn't really trust even good Elves, and he had never met a bad one. But this one frightened him something awful!

And there stood the Prince of Dol Amroth, all alone save for one petty dwarf. Not THE petty dwarf, just a petty dwarf. "The poor prince!" he exclaimed as he attempted to balance himself. He halfway considered volunteering for the Prince for free, out of the goodness of his heart, and was about to do so. He turned to Thullir, though, and the sight of his teammate brought him back to reality. The young man pulled the green hat closer over his ears, tightened his belt, and wished for gloves. This was going to be a hard fought competition.

Winter is Coming
11/Feb/2014, 02:59 PM
Kralkakal - Mordor

Heads needed to roll. Take shots at a Dol Amrothian, they had told her. Person who shoots on target the most times, wins. She had eagerly travelled to Dol Amroth, thinking this a fantastic way to spend her time and bring glory to Mordor......

....only to be given three black little.....things, and told that she had to hit them with a wooden stick into the net guarded by a human wearing a mask and trying to be intimidating. Kralkakal didn't give him a second glance. Ten minutes in the Pits and he would know what intimidating truly was. Amateur. But his behaviour still didn't change the fact that she had been totally and utterly had. There wasn't going to be any shooting of anybody. And just to top it off, she had to do it on ice? Whose idea was this? A dwarf after too much mead perhaps? Or a hobbit, after too much of that smoking business? Kralkakal had always wondered what manner of plant they burned and inhaled........something to soften their wits, apparently, if this was the end result, because Men smoked as well.

They were all mad.

But, Glory to Mordor, victory for the Eye and all that, she couldn't walk away and let the Free Peoples win. Oh definitely not. So she pulled on shoes with blades attached to them - very good for impromptu throat-slashing! - and took up the wooden stick and silly little black things, ready to slam them at the man guarding the net. And if he didn't let them go into the net, allowing her to win, well, she'd just take her stick and slam him with it!

Ealena - Minas Tirith

"Wheee!" she squealed as she warmed up, skating around the ice, though it was a marvel that she was still actually on her -

"AIEEEEEE!"

THUD

- feet........

Or not, as the case may be. Grabbing onto the side of the ice rink, hauling herself back up, Ealena rubbed ruefully at her behind that had taken the brunt of her most recent topple. Shoes with blades on them, a novel idea, and a most fun pastime, but not one that she was proving most skilled at. Or any skilled at, if one were honest. But still, she was going to give it a go. She had never played hockey before, but it had to be simple, right? Hit a little, not-quite-a-ball-thing and get it into the net? How hard could that be?

Všlanna
12/Feb/2014, 12:27 AM
Update!

1st Puck

ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien- Rolls a 6- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snap it up with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot....you score!
Your question for a bonus point is: Name the river that joined with Onodlů after flowing through the Wood of Anwar.

Ai of Dol Amroth- Rolls a 6- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snap it up with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot... you score!
Your question for a bonus point: Who was the person that claimed that eagles were not folks?

Pele of Minas Tirith- Rolls a 1- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snap it up with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot...you miss!
Your question for a bonus point: Wetwang is another name for this area?

The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth- Rolls a 4- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snatch it away with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot... you score!
Your question for a bonus point is: What is the name of the place that some would sail to in oarless boats?

Jaldur of the Eglarath of Mordor- Rolls a 3- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snatch it away with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot... you miss!
Your question for a bonus point is: Name the person who hated a house built near Pelargir.

Feron Thangur - Ithilien- Rolls a 5- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snatch it away with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot... you miss!
Your question for a bonus point is: Who called Gandalf an old fool?

Kralkakal of Mordor- Rolls a 3- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snatch it away with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot... you miss!
Your question for a bonus point is: Name the Maia who had no knowledge of nameless things under a certain mountain?

Ealena of Minas Tirith- Rolls a 3- The ref drops the puck and steps back as you quickly snatch it away with your stick and take it down the arena. You shoot...you miss!
Your question for a bonus point is: Who was the person who summoned all his lore, power and subtle skills to perform a long and secret labour?

Scoreboard
Dol Amroth- 2 points
Ithilien- 1 point
Minas Tirith- 0 points
Mordor- 0 points

Eafurth
12/Feb/2014, 04:44 AM
Feron Thangur - Ithilien

Feron skated down the rink, wobbly and leaning from one side to the other like a drunk penguin on skates. He tried to keep the puck in the crook of his stick, but found that easier said than done. Every time he would try to slide forward he would trip and have to use his stick to regain his balance, while the puck found a chance to jump ahead and dance around. It seemed to be teasing Feron; just when he felt like he had the situation under control, it would jump aside or cut back and he would be forced to slow down and mess up his shot. When he felt like he was close enough to make the shot, he aimed, and pulled his stick back to make the strike - only to have the puck slide just out of reach as he wildly swung in vain to land on his face.

As he stood up shakily on his skates wiping the ice chips from his clothes, he looked up to see his puck, waiting there, almost laughing in his face. He hung his head, but brightened slightly when he was asked his bonus question. "Why, that would be the Lord of the Nazgul, the Witch-king of course!" That one was easy. Only a villain would consider such a formidable foe a fool.

He lined up for his second shot, taking his time. He wasn't about to let the puck steal the show again. This was his shot, and he would make it count. Cupping it in the end of his stick, he slowly and unsteadily began his run to the end to make his shot. Giving his stick a more conservative swing this time, he saw it make contact with the puck and fly down the rink to the goal. Now, it was time for the puck to it's part.

Rohanna
12/Feb/2014, 05:39 PM
The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth
representing Dol Amroth

The Prince's plea for partners seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, but he had at least managed one partner, the undyinglying loyal dwarf, Ai. So, being a man of his word, the Prince sauntered over to her and dropped a jingling bag of silver at her feet, grunting a thank you in the most proper manner he could muster, and then went back to contemplating his bonus. What in the world does this have to do with hockey? was his first thought. His second thought, however, was all those lessens he took in Princeling school. No one liked memorizing all those old elven names but at least now maybe it would come in handy. Realizing his question came from the least favorite of the old tomes (because the old ones didn't include him, so of course he wasn't interested) the Prince was about to throw a bag of money at someone to give him the answer, when he remembered one of the chapters he had enjoyed somewhat, and that was actually where his quote came from! His lucky day! Clearing his throat to sound as Princely as possible, the Prince gave the following answer:

I believe you are looking for Nķmenor my good games mistress. The quote is from AKALLAB TH, The Downfall of Nķmenor, and the entire quote is thus: And thence at times the Firstborn still would come sailing to Nķmenor in oarless boats, as white birds flying from the sunset.

The Prince thought the white birds were a nice touch, so he ordered the unfurling of 12 more swan banners (the 47 already there weren't enough evidently) and made himself ready for his second shot.

Drifa
12/Feb/2014, 05:46 PM
Your question for a bonus point: Who was the person that claimed that eagles were not folks?

Ai watched the Prince of Dol Amroth jingle his sack of silver and raised an eyebrow in a 'you've got to be kidding me' arch. The Prince didn't have to give her loot to be proud of who she was. But if he felt that this is what it took too make his people love him, he could go right ahead and act like a dandy. She was here to win now, never mind the honour.
As the Ref dropped the puck, Ai snapped it up with her modified stick and skated up the ice puck handling it like a pro. She reached the net and shot it in. Score! She was on top of this puck, for sure.
Skating back, she was asked her bonus question. She was some what familiar with this trivia having heard it before from some older Dwarves when she was young and lived in Erebor. I believe it was the Dwarf, Dori, who said that eagles were not forks?

Pele Alarion
12/Feb/2014, 06:02 PM
Pele
Minas Tirith

Even though she felt rather balanced on her feet (or skate blades), Pele didn't manage to pick up the puck right away as it jumped over her stick. She spun around to catch it and set off towards the goal. She could not help thinking momentarily that it would be much easier if there was no goal tender who - in Pele's opinion - played against the rules. He actually slid out of his goal and tripped her up, sending her head first into the goal, without a puck nonetheless. But at least she thought she knew the answer to the question. "Nindalf!" she exclaimed, hoping that here she'd do better than with that hockey.

NyrŽ
12/Feb/2014, 10:44 PM
Jaldur
Mordor

The Avar leaped forward with his puck, deftly cupping it this and that with his stick as he sprinted across the ice. His ashen cloak spread about him like a great wing, billowing in the wind. Halting before the goal, he drew back his stick and made to take a shot, striking the puck with all his strength. It sailed over the goal and landed against the barrier wall, rebounding as it did so.

Anger rose within him, but he smiled as he heard the bonus question ring out over the loudspeakers.

"Berķthiel!" he exclaimed in a loud voice.

Winter is Coming
13/Feb/2014, 12:54 PM
(Sorry for posting late, bad weather caused a power cut!)
Kralkakal - Mordor

It was rather satisfying to watch the ref skitter away after dropping the little black thing (a puck, apparently, but that was so stupid a name for anything that the orc refused to use it). It was somewhat less satisfying as she took to the ice, wobbling her way towards the net where she had to hit the black thing past the Dol Amrothian guarding it. Who knew sliding on ice could be so difficult? Or hitting something with a stick and keeping it on target? That too, was more difficult than the orc had anticipated, and it was worth a splurge of cursing in the Black Tongue that the black silly thing missed completely, the man guarding the net not even having to move for it.

And just to top it all off, they were asking her a question. Who had no knowledge of what? Well, Kralkakal, clearly, as she didn't even know what a Maiar was except that she wasn't one. Orcs, snagas, Tarks, Slaves, dwarves, Elves (curse them!)..........oh, hobbits. Can't forget them. So what were Maiar? It was a cursed Elvish word, but what for? She was frowning, and grumbling a little bit more when she thought of another group of people: the wizards. The White one that had served the Eye from Isengard, and the Grey one that had fought against them. Was Maiar another word for wizard? Well, this orc didn't know, but it was worth a try. But the White wizard seemed so knowledgable about everything, so it probably wasn't him. The Grey one then, what was his name? It took a lot of frowning, cursing, glaring and thoughts of beating that referee with the wooden stick before she finally remembered the whispered name. Gandalf. That was it, and whether it was right or not, it was the answer she was going with.

Ealena - Minas Tirith

Oh! How embarassing! The only thing that prevented her from dying of said embarrassment was the fact that she wasn't the only one to miss. In fact, many people missed, some spectacularly so. At least hers was in the general diection of the goal, though it was such an easy save for the goalkeeper that he didn't even have to try to save it. Or move much at all. She was given the opportunity to gain a point for Minas Tirith though, with a bonus question. Her forays into debate stood her in good stead here, as that activity saw her spend much time with her nose in a book and pouring over countless scrolls. She spent so much time in the Gondor Archives that they knew her there by name, and she them. She was rather friendly with all of them, actually. But, her mind was wandering, so Ealena gave it a firm tug to drag it back to the question at hand, which was one she knew, for she had only just finished a debate concerning the person in question, which was "Feanor!" she called out.

Karis Ziranphel
14/Feb/2014, 01:56 AM
ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien
Olympic Contender

Accepting the stick and pucks from the official, ThŻllir waited while the rest assembled. He looked over the rest of the contenders with some amusement, although he did manage a respectful nod to the Prince. When his teammate Feron arrived and skated over in a semi-continuous fashion broken up by falls, ThŻllir just gave him a nod. Of course he came to fight! This was hockey. Granted, half of the padding was to ensure that he himself didn't get hurt, but some of it was also offensive after a fashion.

When the ref gave the nod, ThŻllir skated up to the line with confidence and handed the first puck to the ref. He knew that half the game in scoring a goal was mental, and the other half was skill. If he could mess with the goalie's mind he had a better likelihood of scoring. The goalie taunted him as he slapped his stick against the ice, but ThŻllir merely stared him down. Waiting for the first puck to drop onto the ice, he slapped his stick into his gloved hand and braced to take off down the ice.

At the whistle, the flat of his stick dropped with a crack to the ice as he pushed off, finding the puck and cradling it as he started off with powerful strides that looked deceptively slow. Changing the puck from side to side as he moved toward the goal, ThŻllir kept his focus on the goalie who crouched low and watched the flick of the black disc from side to side. This first approach was head-on, but the puck wasn't making a straight line. He knew it was slightly risky to take this approach, but he wanted to test the goalie's reactions.

Picking up the tempo of his puck-dribbling as he neared the goal, he faked a shot from the left but passed it to the right and then snapped it into the top of the goal just above the goalie's reaching glove! Despite the man's growl, ThŻllir couldn't keep a broad grin and brief fist-pump escaping as he switched into a curving glide that turned him around. Dancing a bit as he bobbed back into a rhythm with a bit of a swing to his skating, he made his way back to the line to watch the others take their shots. One of the judges came up to ask him a geography question, and in his elation from the first successful shot he almost answered incorrectly. The Snowbourne was the only large tributary to join the Entwash as the Rohir called the Onodlo, but the reference to the Woods of Anwar checked him and brought a slight smile at the tricky question. "The Mering Stream flows from the base of Halfirien and joins the River after passing through the Woods of Anwar or Firien Woods, and forms the border between Gondor and Rohan." He answered calmly.

Všlanna
14/Feb/2014, 06:01 AM
Update!

2nd Puck

Feron Thangur - Ithilien- Rolls a 4- your stick hits the puck and it flies towards the goal, but not so fast that the goalie is confident he has it. He raises his hand up to catch it in mid air but it clips his glove and rebounds off the side post and bounces straight into the net!- You Score!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question: How long did it take Boromir to get to Rivendell?

Prince of Dol Amroth- Rolls a 2- You take the second puck and skate down the arena as fashionable as a Prince possibly could. Your followers in the stands are cheering for you and clap loudly for your generosity. You get to just in front of the goalie and take a slap shot with your stick... -You Shoot!...You Score!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question: What caves in Beleriand was a mortal "Elda" raised?

Ai from Dol Amroth- Rolls a 1- you take the second puck and skate down the arena like a pro. The home team fans are cheering loudly for you in the stands since you made your first goal. They are filled with awe since you modified your stick. You get to face the goalie again... You Shoot!... You Miss!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question- All the trees beside this road were felled.

Pele for Minas Tirith- Rolls a 6- you take your next puck and stick handle it down the ice toward the goalie. He puffs up his heavily padded arms and shoulders and uses his larger stick to block the opening between his legs which are spread apart. He seems to cover any area that may be open.... You Shoot!... You Score!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question- How old is Faramir during the War of the Ring?

Jaldur for Mordor- Rolls a 4- you take your next puck and start skating down the arena in true Mordorian fashion. The crowd is pleased at your stick handling abilities and are on the edge of their seats to see if you can make this next one.... You Shoot!... You Score!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question- Who was the person who had a house with its own quay and moored boats?

Kralkakal of Mordor- Rolls a 3- you take your next puck and begin to skatewobble your way towards the net. The goalie remembers you from the last time and starts to laugh so hard he practically moves right out of the net! You take the chance and slap the black thing... You Shoot! ....You Miss!
Bonus Question- Wrong! should be Sauron "Far, far below the deepest delving of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. " (The White Rider, TTT)
Bonus Question- What is the flower that knows no season?

Ealena of Minas Tirith- Rolls a 6- you take your next puck and skate down the ice and despite your embarrassment in the last attempt you keep your wits about you and push on. The goalie sees you coming and begins to slide from one side of the net to the other just for fun or because he thinks your going to miss anyway... You Shoot! ...You Score!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question- Name the place that had a good treasury of good counsel and wise lore.

ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien- Rolls a 5- since you seem to handle the puck with such confidence the crowd believes your a pro and begins to cheer loudly. You stick handle it down the ice toward the goalie who by now knows you have some skill! This time he is ready for you and pours all his concentration on you and the puck.... You Shoot!...You Miss!
Bonus Question- Correct!
Bonus Question- Who is the person who could not endure under the gloom of black trees?

Scoreboard
Dol Amroth- 5 points
Ithilien- 4 points
Minas Tirith- 4 points
Mordor- 2 points

NyrŽ
14/Feb/2014, 08:13 AM
Jaldur
Mordor

A tone rung out over the loudspeaker, affirming the Avar's answer to the query. Raising a fist in observance of his success, Jaldur reveled in the approbation of the crowd, allowing the sounds and cheers to wash over him. He closed his eyes for a moment and then sped forward, returning to retrieve another puck from the referee, who was waiting at the opposite end of the rink.

Taking it from the official, Jaldur allowed the puck to fall onto the ice in front of him. Clipping it with his stick, he sent the puck forward across the ice and raced to follow it. With deft movements and an athleticism born of the grace inherent to his race, Jaldur ferried the puck toward the goal with a finesse seldom seem upon the ice. Nearing his quarry, the Avar raised his stick behind him and swung with power - he watched as the puck sailed past the goalsman and into the waiting net behind.

A smile flashed upon his lips as the crowd erupted; it soon died, however, as the second query was heard upon the loudspeaker.

His voice tinged with shame, Jaldur stammered, "I do not know."

Drifa
14/Feb/2014, 06:09 PM
Ai of Dol Amroth

Bonus Question- All the trees beside this road were felled.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Ai attempted to cool down after her missed shot. Her mail, gloves and helmet were making her over-heat, and the cheering of the crowd was helping her adrenaline to rush right along through her body like a dragon who had to much caffeine. She had scored a goal and missed one. Now she had to prepare for the final one.
As she caught her breath and cooled down, she looked around at the other competitors and saw that the Prince had scored. She bowed her head to him in felicitations.
She could also see that some competitors wore helmets to big for their heads. Feron Thangur for one. Petty?? Why, Ai did not have a single deformity or abnormality about her. 'Hmph'! Typically a good sport, Ai barely hid a smirk when the one call Feron Thangur, missed his shot. She would have tripped him with her modified stick but, that would be for another time, another game.
Mostly she could see that the other competitors were putting on a good display and she appreciated this good form. She would have to be on the ball for this last shot. She was still ahead. When the Ref asked her the bonus question, Ai rubbed her chin and pondered a moment. She then recalled more tales around the fire told by old grey-beards of her youth and responded with, the Bywater Road?

Eafurth
15/Feb/2014, 03:28 AM
Feron Thangur - Ithilien

Feron watched happily and proudly as his puck sailed into the net! "I did it! I did it!" he celebrated internally, but was careful not to let his emotions show. That would only give himself false confidence and something for the goalie to use against him. He was happy to see that Thullir had scored and that their team was still in the number two spot, just under the seaside city of Dol Amroth.

He returned to center court- and then corrected himself......he returned to center rink, wobbling, hobbling, bobbling along, until he was lined up with the goal. He turned and glanced at the dwarf. He smiled as if to say, "watch me now", and then started down the court, trailing his puck. This was his last shot, and he needed it to count. When he reached what he thought was "close enough", he pulled back and fired with his stick. Watching the puck sail, he hoped it was enough to make the net.

Turning to the judge, he replied, "As many days as it would take me to get used to these wretched skates - one hundred ten days!"

Karis Ziranphel
15/Feb/2014, 08:02 AM
ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien
Olympic Contender

Happy that his recollection of geography had been correct, ThŻllir watched the others take their turns with interest. Feron did much better this time down the ice, and his weaving distracted the goalie long enough for him to get a good shot into the net off the goalie's glove. ThŻllir gave the other ranger a nod of salute before skating up to take his own place on the line.

Whether it was too much confidence on his own part or having alerted the goalie, this round didn't go as well as ThŻllir hoped. He started off strong, stick-handling the puck quickly down the ice once more to the cheers of the crowd, but this time the goalie's gaze was sharp, intent, and focused. He almost fell for ThŻllir's fake again, but got his stick in the way just in time to deflect the shot wide of the goal. A miss!

The tall ranger didn't let his emotions show this time as he swung wide of the goal and gave a nod of concession to the goalie on his win of their faceoff this time round. Reaching out to snag the stray puck with his stick, he worked it back up the ice along the boards before returning it to the judges with a gentle flick of the wrist.

This time the question posed by the lore judge was a bit more difficult. It had something to do with where - gloomy dark trees, but also persons. ThŻllir's brow furrowed in thought as he tried to recollect where he had heard such a description before. The great forest to the north both in this age and one in the age far before had been called the Forest of Nightshade, but that was not it...a light dawned in his eyes. It wasn't the answer, but it had lead him perhaps to the person. His voice was soft with a touch of foreboding as he gave his answer. "It is said that the gloom of the black trees of the Dimholt is such that all fear it, and not even Legolas of the woodland realm could long endure it." The thought of that place of rumor and fear sent a slight shiver up his spine that he pretended was due to cold...

Rohanna
15/Feb/2014, 09:09 AM
The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth
representing Dol Amroth

So far, this had been pretty easy. The Prince hadn't missed a shot but more importantly hadn't had to put forth any effort, other than the bad memories of Princeling school. Now again the evil referees were expecting him to think AND look good AND try to get his puck past the goon standing in front of the net. The Prince was debating whether the goalie looked more like an an Olog-hai or a Dunlending with a mouth full of rotten teeth, but either way it was an ugly fellow with a mouth full of rotten teeth. Dandily taking aim and giving a wink to Ai, who seemed to be getting a little flustered or maybe she was just a much better hockey player than he was, he wasn't sure which, he set himself toward the thought of hitting yet another shot. Was it possible? Of course, he was the Skate Prince! Clearing his golden throat once again, he replied with the answer Nargothrond then decided the crowd was probably quite bored with all the boorishness, so he lifted his stick and did a dizzingly dazzling spin on the ice, reaching out with his stick at the last moment and letting the puck fly...

Winter is Coming
15/Feb/2014, 11:22 AM
Ealena - Minas Tirith

Ha! She scored! She actually scored! Take that! She was sure that the goalkeeper had lazily slid to the side only to mock her, convinced she was going to miss spectacularly. But she hadn't! Ha ha ha! That would teach him. It would also teach her to not celebrate so enthusiastically, as she wasn't nearly enough skilled in sliding about on ice to prance and dance and jump on ice as well, and quite predictably ending up coming back to the ice with a hard and cold THUMP as she lost her balance and toppled over. Even more red faced than when she had missed the previous shot, Ealena picked herself up, wishing the ice would just open up and swallow her, never to be seen again. She didn't stop much to consider the bonus question either, just blurted out "Imladris!" before hurrying off the ice as quickly as she could, to hide from the laughs and the points. She had been doing so well as well!

Kralkakal - Mordor

Pfffft. After all that deduction, and thinking, and trying to be intelligent, she had been wrong. Not that the Orc had expected to be right, as in Mordor there were more important things to do than sitting behind a desk all day listening to somebody drone on about what happened thousands of years ago, but still, it rankled to be the only one to get their question wrong. Oh yes, it rankled indeed. Enough that the next shot she took was sent a little harder and more viciously than perhaps she had intended, but the only person she could take her anger out on was that ridiculous little man still guarding the net. Perhaps she could whack him with the little black thing. Straight on the head. That would cause some damage. If not, she'd settle for mauling him when the competition was over. No mauling, killing, maiming or violence at all, had been the rules........but they said nothing about after the event, had they? Such thought cheered Kralkakal up considerably, so much so that she didn't even growl when she was asked a second question. About flowers of all things. How would an Orc, a fearsome Orc of Mordor know about namby pamby flowers? Pathetic. Even more pathetic was the knowledge that most of those around her would know the answer. Well, let them have it. She cared not. So she said nothing as she wibbled and wobbled off the ice, letting the next competitor take her place. Flowers indeed. The only flowers she would be interested in were those that poisoned people, or perhaps giant ones that ate people. The gossip-snagas had talked about those. Kralkakal just wished she knew where to find one.

Pele Alarion
15/Feb/2014, 05:22 PM
Pele
Minas Tirith

Some competitors seemed to do better than her and managed to score, but Pele did not let it discourage her, since she had a couple of tries left. With another puck at her disposal she skated down towards the goal, but could not see anywhere she could slip the puck in. The goalie seemed to loom so big and cover everything. Not knowing what else to do she made a move as if to slide the puck into the left lower corner, and when the goalie focused on it, lifted the puck up with her stick and smacked it into the upper right corner. "Yaaaaaaay!" she exclaimed, raising her stick high and skating around the rink happily. But the question left her thinking a bit, and after some calculation she said insecurely, "35?"

Všlanna
16/Feb/2014, 11:48 PM
Update!

3rd Puck and Final

Jaldur of Mordor- Rolls a 6- the puck is dropped for your final attempt to score for your team. The crowd cheers loudly as they watch you skate down the ice and head toward the goalie who is waiting for you in front of his net. - You Shoot....You Score!
Bonus Question: Who was the person who had a house with its own quay and moored boats? VŽantur-That house had its own quay, to which many small boats were always moored, for VŽantur would never journey by land if he could by water; and there as a child Al¨darion learned to row, and later to manage sail. (UT, Aldarion and Erendis) ***I am retracting this question as I just realized that I mistakenly gave you a question from a book that I did not list in my opening post therefore I will give you two bonus questions this round*** :headslap:
Bonus Question #1- Who is the person who did not trust Gollum because of something indomitable in him?
Bonus Question #2- What kind of trees grew at the Entwash?

Ai of Dol Amroth- Rolls a 1- The puck is dropped in front of you as the referee blows his whistle signalling the puck is in play. You snap up the puck and skate down the ice with your modified stick. The crowd is still cheering for you and as you near the goalie they stand up, straining to see if you will score. ....You Shoot!..... You Miss!
Bonus Question: Wrong. Should be Hobbiton Road. "Worse, there was a whole line of the ugly new houses all along the Pool Side, where the Hobbiton Road ran close to the bank. An avenue of trees had stood there. They were all gone." (The Scouring of the Shire- LoTR)
Bonus Question: The thing dwarves of yore are made?

Feron Thangur of Ithilien- Rolls a 4- The puck is dropped and everyone in the stands are standing up and yelling loudly and pounding on the seats in anticipation to see how you managed to try and get another one past the goalie. Your eyes are keen as they seek out a possible hole to aim the puck at, and when you do you pull back your stick and let the puck fly. You Shoot!... You Score!
Bonus Question: Correct!
Bonus Question: Who had nightingales sing about her feet wherever she went?

ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien - Rolls a 5- The puck is dropped and all goes silent in the arena as everyone holds their breath and sit on the edge of their seats to see if you'll make another spectacular score. ... You Shoot!... You Miss!
Bonus Question: Correct!
Bonus Question: Who was the Maia who tended the flowers in the garden of Vana?

The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth- Rolls a 3- Before the puck is even dropped the crowd goes wild as their Prince comes out onto the rink to take his final shot. The ref drops the puck and backs away as you tarry down the ice with the puck with your gorgeous cape flowing out behind you. The goalie is ready and awaits your move.....You Shoot...You Miss!
Bonus Question: Wrong- should be the Caves of Androth- (see beginning of chapter 23, Of Tuor and The Fall of Gondolin- The Sil)
Bonus Question: What is the name of the place where Sam had seen the flower he would name his firstborn child after?

Ealena of Minas Tirith- Rolls a 3- Your final puck is dropped on the ice for you and you skate as best you can toward the goalie, who by now knows better to take any chances with you. The crowd is cheering for you despite your lack of skating ability. As you get close the goalie bends forward, glaring at you from beneath his mask and seemingly covers the whole net with his thick armour and goalie stick. You think you see a hole and go for it.... You Shoot! You Miss!
Bonus Question: Wrong- should be- the House of Elrond- ("In all the days of the Third Age, after the fall of Gil-galad, Master Elrond abode in Imladris, and he gathered there many Elves, and other folk of wisdom and power from among all the kindreds of Middle-earth, and he preserved through many lives of Men the memory of all that had been fair; and the house of Elrond was a refuge for the weary and the oppressed, and a treasury of good counsel and wise lore." (Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age, The Silmarillion)
Bonus Question: What is the name of the place where you would find a ring of stonework covered in grass?

Kralkakal of Mordor- Rolls a 4- Your last puck is dropped and you snatch it up quickly and make your way toward the goalie. He seems a bit lax since you missed your last two shots but since this is the last round he doesn't take any chances so he moves slightly ahead to meet you... You see a chance and take it... You Shoot!.... You Score!
Bonus Question: What is the flower that knows no season? Evermind (simbelmyne) "Look!" said Gandalf. "How fair are the bright eyes in the grass! Evermind they are called, simbelmyne in this land of Men, for they blossom in all the seasons of the year, and grow where dead men rest." (The King of the Golden Hall-TTT, LoTR)
Bonus Question: What stronghold was built not for keeping enemies out but to keep them in?

Pele of Minas Tirith- Rolls a 4- The puck is dropped for the very last time and this is your chance to make a difference for your team. You skate toward the goalie while the crowd in the stands cheer loudly and bang on the floor in unison just as you prepare to make your final shot... You Shoot!... You Score!
Bonus Question: Correct!
Bonus Question: Name the place where a group played music on fiddles, flutes, clarinets and a harp and a drum?

Scoreboard
Ithilien- 7 points
Minas Tirith- 6 points
Dol Amroth- 5 points
Mordor- 4 points

NyrŽ
17/Feb/2014, 01:09 AM
Jaldur
Mordor

Though disheartened by the loss of a query, the Avar took hope from the promise of the final round, which was upon the Olympians. Returning to the starting area, he moved his skates this way and that, leaving small blade marks in the ice. He raised his stick, making ready to tap the puck as soon as it let fall.

Then, there it was. The puck was upon the ice, and Jaldur sped forth with a great speed. His thought was bent upon the goal, willing it to accept his offer. Coming to a proper distance, he swung round his stick with a broad motion, striking the puck, hard, at its center. The puck soared past the keeper, striking the left upright before coming to rest in the netting. The Avar smiled, and a fire was seen in his eye.

Turning his gaze to the loudspeaker, he listened as the questions rung out.

"The first is the Dark Lord. The second, I believe, is the willow."

The Avar bowed his head as he waited for confirmation.

Winter is Coming
17/Feb/2014, 10:50 PM
Ealena - Minas Tirith

Imladris. House of Elrond. They were exactly the same to her, but apparently not to the more discerning judges, who added to the woeful embarrassment that was her fall on the ice last round by marking her incorrectly. At least she had one question correctly, so far, Ealena mused, cautiously taking by to the ice, entirely unsure of herself after the last tumble. Her reappearance on the ice seemed to be rather popular with the crowd though, as they began cheering loudly. Were they cheering her on, supporting her last attempt to score, or were they cheering in the hope she'd topple over again? The latter wasn't a comforting thought, were it true. She preferred to think that it wasn't. The Gondorian entirely preferred to believe that they had chosen to support her inspite of her deplorable skating skills and were cheering her on to get another goal. The goalkeeper wasn't wanting her to get another goal though. If anything he seemed to have grown between rounds, and now took up the entire net! Entirely impossible, but that is what it seemed like to Ealena, who came to an unsteady halt, puck before her. But there! A tiny opening! A little gap neatly in the corner that he wasn't guarding. Chewing her lip, frowning in concentration, she drew her stick back and gave the puck a hard WHACK!

Too hard, apparently, because once again it missed rather spectacularly. Sighing, she lowered her stick, pausing to consider the lore question. She could still get this right and earn Minas Tirith some points. They weren't that far behind Ithilien after all, though the Ithilien representatives had proved much better than she at the shooting part, and had scored many goals. Truth be told, she didn't have much of a clue as to what the answer could be. She wracked her brain, trying to think of all the stone rings. Isengard? Nope. Um.........Minas Morgul? Definitely not. Er...........Um.......Eeeeee............it was only when the judges began giving her a very impatient look that she shrugged, blurted out "Weathertop?" and just hoped for the best.

Kralkakal - Mordor.

The orc snorted as the answer to the question she hadn't bothered to even try to answer was given. As if she cared what a flower was called. The scroll-pusher was wasting their time if they thought to educate her. The only flowers Mordor had need of were the poisonous variety, or the ones that were used in poisons. And she was certain that this prancy white pure sparkly excuse for a flower was not either of those. And as such, outside of her circle of interest. What was within her circle of interest was scoring at least one goal. It was beginning to irritate her that she kept missing, and that her pitiful performance had left Mordor in last place. It wasn't very glorious for Mordor at all, and she shuddered - well, she would if Orcs showed weakness in the presence of such weak, mindless fools -to think that those back in Mordor would think of her performance. Not much, surely.

She was somewhat suprised when the netkeeper, pest, irritant, call him what you will, began moving forward. He was attacking her! Damn their treacherous ways! Without even stopping to think, Kralkakal hit the little black she-refused-to-call-it-a-puck-but-that-is-what-it-was, aiming for the damnable man and hoping to set him on the back foot whilst she prepared for a counter-assault. It was to her astonishment - and his, probably - when it missed the man and landed in the back of the net!

Lugburz take her! She'd actually scored a point!

It was even more astonishing that she knew the answer to the question. Well, at least she thought she did. It had long being said that the Tower of Cirith Ungol had been built by the cursed Tarks, and originally used to keep those of Mordor in Mordor, and out of Ithilien. So that was the answer the orc gave: The Tower of Cirith Ungol.

Drifa
18/Feb/2014, 12:26 AM
Bonus Question: The thing dwarves of yore are made?

Ai believe she could miss a shot, but to miss a trivia question was unheard of where she came from (her cousins kimli and Drifa both being renowned Drill and Word Sleuth players). According to her sources, All the trees beside this road were felled - was indeed the Bywater road almost word for word.

"It was one of the saddest hours in their lives. The great chimney rose up before them; and as they drew near the old village across the Water, through rows of new mean houses along each side of the road, they saw the new mill in all its frowning and dirty ugliness: a great brick building straddling the stream, which it fouled with a steaming and stinking overflow. All along the Bywater Road every tree had been felled.'

But if the judges choose not to give points for a literally correct answer, Ai, could do nothing but attempt to make her last shot at the net. As the puck dropped, she sprang forth, puck-handling down the ice as neat as can be. Coming up short (no pun intended), she shot, hoping for the best...

Skating back to the Ref, she thought over the next bonus question and replied. Cheese?

Rohanna
18/Feb/2014, 02:32 AM
The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth
representing Dol Amroth

The Prince was impressed with his dwarven teammate, especially knowing the dwaves' love of hitting things with sticks. He would have stood his ice himself if he had any ice to stand on; but the truth was he was quite unknowing of these things called quotation marks and had assumed they were some kind of dwarven rune, he had always fallen asleep in dwarven rune class...

But now, the pride of his princedom was at stake! He would make his last shot or he would hide in his palace for months until people forgot! The Prince nodded to the games mistress, who reminded him of one of his elven teachers of the stories, rapping him on the knuckles with a ruler if he lost his concentration. Never forgetting he was a Prince, he stood tall, cleared his throat, and answered Lothlorien, specifically Cerin Amroth and then actually put forth a princely effort to get a shot past the big ugly rotten toothed goalie.

Karis Ziranphel
18/Feb/2014, 04:22 AM
ThŻllir Bregedŷr of Ithilien
Olympic Contender

It had truly become a contest of skill between the goalie and ThŻllir. He rolled his shoulders to loosen them and then set himself in his crouch and stared down the ice at his equally intent opponent as they waited for the ref. They were at a draw when the last puck was dropped, and ThŻllir was going to do his best. Scooping up the black disc with his stick, he started toward the goal with long and gliding strides.

His skates were loud as they scrapped against the ice in the strangely silent arena, and the crowd seemed to hold their collective breath in anticipation. His pulse seemed loud in his own ears, accompanied by the rhythmic scrape scrape scrape of the skates and the swish and clack of the puck against his stick as he passed it back and forth. The goalie shifted first one way and then the other in echo of his movements, settling with apparent nervous energy as he tried to anticipate ThŻllir's next shot.

Seeing the small gap to the left of the goalie, ThŻllir faked hard to the right and then snapped his shot left at the last second. The goalie had fully committed to his block, stretching out stick and glove to intercept to the right, but also luckily for him and not so luckily for ThŻllir, he fell into the splits and brought his stick hand down to catch himself. As he did so, the end of the stick went through the exact arc that the puck had been making into the opposite corner, and knocked the puck clear of the net!

The goalie went sprawling as the arena either groaned or cheered depending on their loyalties. ThŻllir straightened out of his crouch and tilted is head to look up at the ceiling for a moment as he turned himself in a curve away from the boards. Lifting his stick in acknowledgement of the crowd and of his own failure despite his attempt, he saluted the crowd and the goalie before collecting the puck and skating much more leisurely back up to the judges table.

The last question posed to him brought a smile to his face despite the results of his faceoff with the goalie. Unstrapping his helmet, he tugged it off and tucked it under his arm to reveal his short dark hair now trying to curl from the damp. He considered his lore briefly, but was certain of his answer. Many would likely think of Melian, the more renowned of the Maiar, but since his betrothed reminded him of the tale of this particular Maia he knew her name. "Arien tended the trees and golden flowers in the Garden of Vana long ages ago, but now rides the vessel of the sun as a living and burning spirit of flame." He shrugged lightly. "I've felt a kinship for Tilion the hunter with his silver bow in the vessel of Isil, ever drawn by Vasa the Heart of Flame, and do not easily forget that tale."

He gave a final nod to the judge and wave to the crowd, and then skated to the side to watch the last contestants make their attempts. He was keen to see how Feron did with his turn.

Eafurth
18/Feb/2014, 06:10 AM
Feron Thangur- Ithilien

Feron watched as his puck, once again, sailed into the goal. The goalie did not appear too pleased to have allowed the young ranger initiate to get past him again so easily. Feron had grown slightly cocky, however, and was becoming more confident on his skates. He smiled as Thullir scored an extra point when he answered the question correctly. Their team was now atop the leaderboard and had a real chance at winning gold.

The third and final round had so swiftly approached that it took Feron off guard. He was having so much fun, especially since his skating skills were improving exponentially, that he hadn't noticed how fast the game was progressing. Seeing the goalie waiting at the other end for him, after Thullir's final shot, he skated less wobbly and more confidently to the middle. Grasping his stick firmly in his blue, exposed hands he made for the goalie with his puck cupped inside the crook of the stick. The goalie moved about agilely, and Feron was uncertain whether he would let a final puck by him. Sensing his chance as he drew nearer the goal, he slid his stick along the sheet of ice and gave the puck a rapid boost towards the net.

He turned about, and waved to the spectators as he listened to his final question. "I believe that would be Melian the Maia, wife of Thingol and mother of Luthien." He was surprised to see how much he actually remembered from his school days in Minas Tirith, when he had been more conerned with fights, girls, and the price of fruit in the market than actually learning anything of value. After completing his final attempt at both the goalie and the question, he skated towards the rail to where he saw Thullir awaiting the outcome of the game. He gave his fellow ranger a smile, and turned about to see how the pieces would fall.

Všlanna
18/Feb/2014, 08:45 PM
Sorry to Interrupt!

Drifa I worded your question wrong it should read: What is the thing dwarves of yore made? :lol: ...cheese

Pele Alarion
18/Feb/2014, 09:20 PM
Pele
Minas Tirith

Encouraged by the success, Pele took off with the puck to see if she could score again. She picked up quite a speed, masterfully handling the puck with her stick and went straight for the goalie. Then she suddenly paused and slapped the puck into the net. Her arms went up in a victory gesture and she shouted as loudly as she could: "For LATVIA!!!" And then it seemed to her that she heard all the Dwarves in Bilbo's room in Bagend playing a wonderful song to accompany the joy she felt inside.

Drifa
19/Feb/2014, 06:20 PM
As Ai thought about cheese and how good a piece would be with a thick slab of bread and butter and honey, she heard the Ref repeat the question. It was clearer now and Ai nodded her head and began to sing.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

Všlanna
22/Feb/2014, 06:47 PM
Update!

Scoreboard

Ithilien- 9 points
Minas Tirith- 8 points
Dol Amroth- 8 points
Mordor- 7 points

Jaldur of Mordor- Correct! Correct!
Ealena of MT- Correct!
Kralkakal of Mordor- Correct!
Ai of Dol Amroth- Correct! (And since your previous answer proved to be more correct than mine I am crediting you the point you should have gotten last round- my apologies for the mistake:blush:)
Prince of Dol Amroth- Correct!
Thullir of Ithilien- Correct!
Feron of Ithilien- Correct!
Pele of MT- Correct!

After three rounds of play we have a winner! With skill, luck and a great knowledge of the world as we know it, Ithilien has come on top to take Gold in the SL Olympic Hockey!
:flowers::clap:

Battling for Silver are Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth who will get another chance to push their team ahead. Here’s how it will play: Both teams and each player will get three rolls of the die for their goal attempt to steal silver, which is mainly going to rely on luck. So we will need one more RP by each player of both teams. You will take the puck from centre ice as before and attempt to score on goal. There will be no lore questions this time.

Then there is the Mordor team, who have fought menacingly well but came up short for a medal. But wait! you will not go home empty handed. The judges have decided to give you the lore question official who gave you that mamby pamby "flower" question! Now you can take him back home and do what you wish to him. Make him a slave or make him a meal we care not as we only just found him trying to scalp tickets at the back of the arena anyway! Bring him out!

The crowd goes wild as two big refs haul out the lore question official who tries desperately to cling onto the sideboards. "No! wait! its not my fault! It was all I could come up with in short notice! Pleeeease!!!!!" But the Ref's are strong and rip him away from the sideboards and promptly hand him over to the Mordor Team. Now we hope that everyone will stick around for this exciting match up for Silver medal and stay tuned for the medal awards to be handed out right after!

Pele Alarion
22/Feb/2014, 09:48 PM
Pele
Minas Tirith

Hmm. So no gold, but silver was definitely worth fighting for! Paying no attention to the poor lore guy (an action rather unusual of her) and skated to the centre again, tapping the ice with her stick a couple of times. "Gondor must win!" she declared, gracefully caught up the puck and set off towards the goal. Near enough to it she braked hard, sending some icy snowy substance towards the goalie's face and then slapped the puck towards the goal.

Winter is Coming
22/Feb/2014, 09:50 PM
Kralkakal - Mordor

Aaaaaaaaand it was done. She had finally finished this ridiculous contest and could return to Mordor. She supposed she should be disappointed she hadn't won anything, but truthfully, did she really want to win a contest that would prove her to be nothing more than a snivelling book-reader? Exactly. Mordor had no need of - snort! - scholars. Mordor did not want such people, and the organisers of this clearly biased competition had to have known that when they had arranged for such trickery. They probably even asked that Mordor related question at the end to give her an easy point so other people didn't see such blatent match-fixing as well.

But still, it was time for the orc to depart. Perhaps she could find the back door where that netkeeper.....man........thing would come out from, and bash him about a little bit where nobody could see? And then cart him off -

Her thoughts snapped to an immediate halt as her ears finally caught out to what the announcer was saying. "The judges have decided to give you the lore question official who gave you that mamby pamby 'flower' question! Now you can take him home and do what you wish to him. Make him a slave or make him a meal we care not as we only just found him trying to scalp tickets at the back of the arena anyway! Bring him out!"

Were they serious? These 'good', 'innocent', 'just' folk of Dol Amroth? They were seriously giving him a human to do with what she would? Apparently so, as two huge referees that had to have a bit of troll blood in them, hauled the man out, the crowd screaming wildly as he clung to the sideboards, begging and wailing and screaming excuses. Sweet Shelob, she had underestimated these folk completely. They were entirely bloodthirsty and just as evil as she could be. The man was still shrieking as the two half-trolls - they had to be, Kralkakal didn't care what anybody else said - handed him over. It probably would have lasted longer as well, if Kralkakal hadn't smacked him over the head with her hitting stick, knocking him clean out. If anything, that just made the crowd roar even more. Raising her stick in salute, she hauled the unconscious meal over her shoulder, making her way to the edge of the ice. She had no more purpose here..........though, if they did like sport such as watching almost innocent men be carted off to their death and doom, they'd probably like the snaga-fights...........perhaps she could find an arena here in Dol Amroth, and put on a show. What a money spinning idea.

But in the meantime, this orc had a feast to prepare. She might not have left the competition with a medal, and certainly had brought Mordor no Glory, but, Void take her, she meant to enjoy the prize given to her. And if he cried as she roasted him, all the better; salty tears added so much flavour.

Ealena - Minas Tirith

She stood, jaw dropped and eyes so wide it was a wonder her eyeballs hadn't simply dropped out to roll around the ice rink as the organisers of this so called peaceful event handed over a man to the 'mercy' of the Mordorian representative. She didn't care if he had been involved in illegal activities, that was what the justice system was for! You couldn't just hand men over to Orcs! Well, apparently you could, but that didn't mean you should! Valar, this was the last time she was ever, EVER, visiting Dol Amroth if this was how they treated people. And a scholar as well. Mercy, she hoped she didn't know him from the debate circuit. No, scratch that, she was praying with everything she had that she didn't know him; what if he recognised her and called out to her and then people thought SHE was involved with whatever he had done wrong? She felt awful for doing so, but a small part of her cheered alongwith everybody else when the orc bopped him over the head. Unconscious, he couldn't drag her down with him, could he? Silently, she egged the orc on as it left the rink, and the building.

Still, she hadn't expected the Dol Amrothians to be so.......well...........cruel/bloodthirsty/evil/merciless/delete as appropriate.

She didn't have long to dwell on just what the orc was probably going to do to the poor, unfortunate fellow, because there was a tie. Between Dol Amroth and Minas Tirith. Ulmo's Undulating Ulcers, she could possibly help Minas Tirith to come away with a silver medal. She hoped she didn't mess things up. Not that she could mess it up anymore than she had - she'd only scored one out of three goals..............that thought didn't make her feel any better. Not at all. Neither did the crowd. Oh they had cheered her on earlier, but now the scores were up, and she, along with Pele, the other Gondorian representative, was all that stood between Dol Amroth and a silver medal, they weren't so encouraging. They weren't quite catcalling, but they might as well have being. And though it was the same goalkeeper that had been there for the entire event, he suddenly seemed to have grown to the size of a cavetroll, and the net shrunk until it was hobbit sized. She was going to mess it up. Oh Valar, don't let it be her fault that they miss out on silver.

Taking a deep beath that did nothing to steady her nerves, she looked down at the puck before her, and then at the teeny tiny net. "You can do it Lena," she whispered to herself, though didn't sound at all sure. Way to encourage herself! Squeezing her eyes shut, she swung the stick blindly, and hit the puck with everything she had.......

NyrŽ
22/Feb/2014, 10:33 PM
Jaldur
Mordor

A great weariness was written upon the Avar's brow, and as his task came to completion, he wavered on the ice and fell. It seemed then that a thick smoke rose about him, and it was the hue of Foo. It lingered for a moment, then was blown toward the crowd by a westerly wind, and a pink glitter was on its wings.

The spirit of Jaldur did not intend to seek the Halls of Mandos without a proper exit.

Drifa
22/Feb/2014, 11:19 PM
Ai of Dol Amroth

Ai leaned on her short stick and watched the winners skate off the ice. They had shot well and that is all one could do in such an event. She bowed low to the Gold Medal winners, team Ithilien.

The Minions were out of the competition which was a good thing because the smelt funny and the skated funny and they distracted her. They had some pretty good wrist shots mind you, and they hadn't been to far behind, so it was a good thing they were packing in the Mordor blades and sticks.

So it was a shoot out between the team from Minas Tirith and Dol Armoth. Ai looked over and the Prince and tried to catch his eye. When he did look at her, she gave him a nod and then blinked her eyes three times and tapped the blade of her stick on the ice 6 times. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, got the signal she needed and, nodding to the Ref place her stick on the ice in ready position.

As the puck hit the ice, Ai trapped it in the blade of her stick and began stick-handling it down the rink. She hadn't gone far when she passed it to the Prince who was skating down the ice along side her. He passed it back to her and she passed back to him as they moved down the ice. Before the Prince could pass it back to Ai again, she skated towards him (they were almost within shooting range of the net) and as he passed the puck back to her, she pushed it in front of them gently as they joined together in a, Death Spiral - the puck slowly moving towards the net.

The Prince did a back outside pivot and held Ai's hand. As he pivoted, Ai circled on a forward outside edge. As the two performed the move, Ai's head dropped back. Her beard and hair swept the ice. It look spectacular as Ai circled the Prince on one foot with her body upside down. Then pulling her back into position, the Prince and the dwarf, side by side, stick by stick, moved towards the puck and both shot it into the net!

Rohanna
23/Feb/2014, 07:31 AM
The Skate Prince of Dol Amroth

Well that awful lore question official was gone AND wasn't going to have to be paid, which worked out very well for the Prince's pockets. But at the moment, money was not the object, the object was a puck. A tiny little black orb that had given him more grief than a tiny little black orb should be giving a prince.

But it seems he needed to once again try and get that black orb past the ugly toothless goalie, only this time he was to be doing it in tandem with Ai. For silver? They were giving away silver? The Skate Prince could skate for silver. He thought maybe he needed a new bracelet... Abruptly distracted by Ai's incessant banging of her stick onto the ice, and looking quite like she had something in her eye, the Prince readied himself to skate alongside her and create such fabulessness on ice as had never been seen outside of Vancouvinor.

He let Ai get a bit of a head start to compensate for the leg length discrepancy between them, then the 2 skated toward the net and performed their amazing passing ability as well as their amazing death spiral ability while the Prince signaled the amazing trumpeteers who just amazingly happened to be standing by waiting for his signal to play an amazing rendition of Ravel's Bolero while Ai's amazing beard swept across the ice in amazing fashion before they made their amazing pair attempt at the goal.

It was such an amazing display that only an amazingly amazing goalie would be able to stop them, the thought of which made the Prince amazingly pick up Ai and hold her over his head while he did an amazingly dizzying layback spin, hoping to distract the goalie's vision upwards (or maybe take out another tooth with his free foot), all the while scoring major style points and amazing the fans and officials alike.

The Prince hoped when it was all over that he hadn't made Ai sick to her stomach. Maybe he shouldn't have been quite so amazing...

Všlanna
23/Feb/2014, 08:46 PM
TheShadowedLandsOlympics

Presents:
Dol Amroth Hockey Shoot
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Update!

Pele of MT - Rolls: 5, 1, 2 = 1
Ealena of MT - Rolls: 2, 4, 3 = 2
Drifa of Dol Amroth - Rolls: 3, 6, 6 = 2
Prince of Dol Amroth - Rolls: 5, 4,4 = 2

The crowd is making a raucous noise in the stands tonight as Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth take to the ice for the shoot off challenge for the Silver medal. Minas Tirith steps on to the ice first with Pele who boldly takes the puck down the ice. She has a look of great determination as she races toward the goalie with the puck sliding well inside the curve of her stick. At the last moment she stops just short of the goalie, spraying him with icy snow, hoping to blind him temporarily while she attempts her shot! She slaps the puck hard and the puck flies straight and true but the goalie anticipates the angle of her shot and lifts his right shoulder just in time to see the puck reflect off his stick! The puck soars high over the glass and into the stands where some lucky fan grabs it but then gets swarmed by other fans who also wish to have it for their own.

The next player up, Ealena, now steps on the ice and the Minas Tirith fan section rises up from their seats, cheering and waving flags and signs, hoping that their last hope for a silver medal can yet be realized. The puck is dropped and Ealena takes her shot right there with her eyes closed! The puck soars through the air at an incredible speed but at such a distance the goalie sees it's path and reaches up to catch it in mid air with his glove! But it ricochets off the tip of his fingers and hits the top of the goal post before it drops to the ice just behind him! The goalie is confused now and looks frantically for the puck which is just sitting there behind him inches from the goal line!!!! The crowd goes wild and before the goalie could find the puck his skate pushes the puck behind the line! Scores! "Yaaaaaaayyyyy!" shout the fans, in unison, up in the stands as they collectively pump their fists in the air.

Now it is Dol Amroth's turn and look! they are coming out onto the ice together! The Dol Amrothians, who dominate the stands in the arena all jump up and cheer loudly for their team. The noise is near deafening as Ai and the Prince perform an outstanding and impossible feat of determination and grace on skates! This has never been seen before in hockey! this is insane! The Prince picks up the dwarf and together it looks as if they are ice dancing! ice dancing with hockey sticks while still handling their pucks! The fans go wild now, standing and stomping on top of their seats, chanting "Amroth! Amroth! Amroth!" This is the most amazing shot on goal the goalie has ever witnessed in his whole hockey career and for a moment he is stunned as he pauses to watch the spectacular aerodynamic, acrobatic skating. When finally the shots come in the goalie is quick to take his position, barricading the net like it was his whole life's purpose. The Dwarf shoots a powerhouse of a shot and the puck flies towards the goalie who attempts to block it with his broad stick. The shot deflects off the stick, hits the side post and rebounds into the net! Score! The Prince then takes his shot while the goalie is still stunned and amazed and the puck slides into a narrow opening right between his feet! Scores!!

Horns and whistles blow loudly among the even louder cheers of the fans in the stands. This now signals the end of the shoot out for Silver medal! The Dol Amrothians have done it! they have secured the Silver medal in this exciting match against Minas Tirith! Fans begin tossing little white stuffie swans out onto the ice for the Silver medal winners.

As soon as it can be mustered a fine red carpet is rolled out to centre ice. The games mistress walks out in a stunning silver gown followed by two assistants and a small flock of white Dol Amrothian swans that bear the highly prized pendants around their necks. The teams, Minas Tirith, Dol Amroth and Ithilien are then called upon to take thier place on the podium at centre ice. The arena is a buzz now as all the spectators clap and cheer. When the teams take thier places they are given a small white swan stuffie and a bundle of pure white Dol Amrothian roses from the two assistants.

Finally, when the crowd in the arena is once again seated and quiet again the games mistress announces, "It has been an overwhelming pleasure to be your hostess for this intense match between nations, and I thank thee for your attendance and participation, which has made this game so enjoyable for me especially but also for those viewing." She waves to the cheering crowd and then turns to the players and bows low. When she stands again the swans move ahead and allow her to take from them the cherished pendants so she can hand them over to the participants of the game. "For the Bronze medal let us all acknowledge and give praise to the hard effort of Minas Tirith!" As the spectators applaud she places one bronze medal pendant around Pele's neckand the other to Ealena. She shakes their hands respectively and smiles broadly, giving congratulatory praise. After the crowd settles down again she moves over to the Silver winning medalists. "For the Silver medal let us give great praise to the home team of Dol Amroth, Ai and the Prince of Dol Amroth!" Once more the crowd jumps up to cheer for their Prince and the Dwarf who gave such a spectacular show, particularly in the last shoot out. The games mistress shakes thier hands and offers them each a Silver pendant which they display proudly around their necks. "Congratulations!"



At long last the games mistress announces the Gold metal contenders. "Now, it is with great honour and high admiration to announce to you the Gold Olympic winners of the Hockey Shoot. For Ithilien! Thullir and Feron!Ē Here the crowd stands and cheers loudly as she places the Gold Pendants over the heads of Thullir and Feron. She gives them high fives and high praises as she does so then turns to the spectators.
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"Now won't you please sing with me the Hockey Song anthem so we can close this competition!" The band standing nearby strikes up a catchy tune and soon all the spectators are singing....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxJvrD80nJ4


Hello out there, we're on the air, it's 'Hockey Night' tonight.
Tension grows, the whistle blows, and the puck goes down the ice.
The goalie jumps, and the players bump, and the fans all go insane.
Someone roars, "Bobby Scores!", at the good ol' Hockey Game.

OH! The good ol' Hockey game, is the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name, is the good ol' Hockey game.

Where players dash, with skates aflash, the home team trails behind.
But they grab the puck, and go bursting up, and they're down across the line.
They storm the crease, like bumble bees, they travel like a burning flame.
We see them slide, the puck inside, it's a 1-1 hockey game

OH! The good ol' Hockey game, is the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name, is the good ol' Hockey game.

Oh take me where, the hockey players, face off down the rink.
And the Stanley Cup, is all filled up, for the champs who win the drink.
Now the final flick, of a hockey stick, and the one gigantic scream.
"The puck is in! The home team wins!", the good ol' hockey game.

OH! The good ol' Hockey game, is the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name, is the good ol' Hockey game.

by Stompin Tom Connors :XD:

Drifa
24/Feb/2014, 02:17 AM
Ai jumped right into the Princes's arms and then hastily got down with an embarrassing look on her face. But Silver, second place, was something to be proud of. As the official placed the medal around her neck, Ai graciously thank them and, bowing low, congratulated the other teams as well. She then made her way towards the Ref.

'Thank you for a great game. I hope I wasn't to much of a pain in the axe, eh?'

Packing-up her skates and modified stick (she was taking it home with her no matter what the Ref said), Ai headed back to Dol Armoth.

Naira - Thanks hun! You made my day with the Stompin Tom Hockey Song. *grin*

Pele Alarion
24/Feb/2014, 06:56 PM
Rather disappointed about her failure to score, Pele raised her stick to smash it against the ice but then reconsidered. Why, she could be all competitive, but it didn't mean she could become rude and disrespectful towards the audience and the officials. With a fading hope she watched the others perform and eventually let out a sigh. But bronze was still a medal, so she mustered a smile as she found her place next to Ealena. Even though she might have seemed a little not in her natural element, she accepted her medal graciously and then extended her congratulations to the other competitors. Eventually she left the arena with a firm determination to practice her hockey marksmanship skills some more, once she got back to the White City.

Rohanna
25/Feb/2014, 07:28 PM
The Prince hastily had a new banner made to commemorate the event. Yes, he loved banners. He couldn't help it. If you had a realm so beautiful with such lovely colors and graceful swans hanging around wouldn't you want to show it off? He had been hoping the flag would bear the Olympic gold medal, but at the moment the crowd was happy enough with the silver. No one would notice later when he had it changed to gold...


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Swept up with the emotion of the moment, the Prince grabbed the silver-clad Ai and hoisted her into the air one last time in celebration of their hard-fought almost victory. Then, being a princely gentleman, he shook the hands of the Ithilien competitors as well as those of the Minas Tirith competitors all the while thinking how happy he was that the minions had gone off chasing the poor lore official and he wouldn't have to shake any of their hands or paws or whatever they called those things...

Lastly, a grand low bow to the games mistress, who even though she gave his gold medal away to the Ithilienites, she nonetheless had put on a great show, and in Dol Amroth that's what it was all about...

Winter is Coming
25/Feb/2014, 11:06 PM
I don't have time for a proper RP post (I'm due back on set at el stupido o'clock tomorrow morning so need to go to bed), but I wanted to pop in and say thank you for running the game Naira - it was a lot of fun! :smooch: