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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 26, 2003 15:08:46 GMT -5
Fernelf watching both elf and dwarf felt her breath catch in her throat as she waited to see how these two very different persons would take to each other. Wondering how she would fare if indeed they began to try and kill each other. Smelling the wonderful aroma from Morg Stormhammer's generous offerings, she hoped they would indeed break their fast. Fernelf knew though that she should not try to intervene between these two for each had every right to thier feelings. Hoping that each would overcome years of prejudice , Fernelf held that breath while she awaited the dwarf's response...
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Post by Morg Stormhammer on Nov 26, 2003 17:59:18 GMT -5
Looking Nevnarial in the eye, he starts to feel almost like back home. "Nay, my good Elf." Calming his voice to an almost near normal level, "It would not be any keen sense of sight nor of hearing, as you have already pointed out I should have neither." At this, Morg coughed loudly and continued, "I would say it would be more of a matter of smell. You see, after spending many years underground with naught but my nose to guide me by, as well as long years since hunting Orcs and such in the same manner, I've come to discern many things in a single sniff that most may miss in a lifetime." With that, he demonstrates by taking a very deep breath and holding it in for a few moments. "Ahh, my good Elf, Nevnarial. It would seem that you cover up mistrust with light-hearted banter, if for naught else but the sake of your companion. Dare I say", slowly exhaling Morg then returns to his normal tones, "that you would rather I have kept on going. But that is a tale for another day, as this is as fine a morning as I have seen nigh on to a month or better. The roads I have traveled have been dark and dreary indeed!" Having had his say, he then plops down next to the fire and begins making such feast as he can with his current provisions combined with what was already being prepared. Once more, his humming and croaking, which he no doubt believes is the finest around.
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 26, 2003 18:37:48 GMT -5
Slowly and deeply Fernelf releases her breath with relief. She smiles at Nevnarial as she turns to find some small twigs to add to the smoldering coals left by last night's fire. "I can only read his lips but you my freind get to enjoy his wondrous voice...ah to be able to hear the lovley song he sings..I envy you". Fernelf touches the brooch of Gondor on her cape and adds, "see this brooch...well it was given to me by one who was very generous. When I wear it I can hear sound although very low. I can just about make out his voice but it must be a pleasure this fine morn to hear such a lusty song and so full of life". Fernelf grabbing the meadow berry tea that had brewed the day before,testing the pail she could tell it had stayed rather warm and offered some to Morg Stormhammer and Nevnarial. "Here have some tea while we break our fast" she offered. "Once our bellies are full I will tell you how I come thither. You see I have decided to build myself a sanctuary right here on this very spot. Of course...I could use some help...I have few possesions but if either are willing to help me I will forever be in your debt..and will think of a way to repay you"
With that Fernelf grabbed her cup and sipped her tea. Looking to the food she could feel her belly grumble and before long helped herself to to food the dwarf had offered......Fernelf also wondered if she should sneak and dip into the stream...."ack" she thought..."Mayhaps my smell is not so pleasant as it has been days since I have bathed or washed these clothes.." Catching both Morg Stormhammer and Nevnarial staring at her as if they read her thoughts, Fernelf smiles and clears her throat.....
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Post by Salur on Nov 26, 2003 22:15:38 GMT -5
A hobbit just recently of age walks calmly beside the stream. Having just left town for a few days of vacation after much battling with the wolves on the borders of the Shire. Now the battle is over and he has nothing to worry about except where to camp. He brings with him food fit for a Took: Freshly baked bread, or at least it was the morning before when he set out, some dried fruits, some teas and other drinks his mother had made him, and of course, what hobbit would go anywhere without a bagful of mushrooms. While strolling along the stream, he starts to hear a jolly song in a burly voice coming from downstream. He cautiously approaches a clearing at a bend in the stream. There he sees 2 horses, beautiful horses of which beauty he had not seen since he left Rivendell years and years ago. He also saw the source of the song: a short, yet stout, dwarf, as well as an elf (beautiful was she indeed, even in terms of elven beauty), and a person he was reluctant to place as a hobbit or an elf. He approaches slowing hoping to hear their speech and determine their intentions so close to (or maybe even inside the borders of) the shire.
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 26, 2003 22:45:27 GMT -5
Suddenly fernelf noted a subtle change in both Morg and Nevnarial. She watched as the dwarf's nose flared and Nevnarial's eyes began searching the surroundings. Neither dwarf nor Elf made any sudden moves, it was just the sudden alertness of both that alerted fernelf to something different. She waited to see what both of the others had already sensed. She sipped her tea but at the same time her eyes looked over the rim of her cup to see if she could spot what may have caused their sudden wariness...
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Post by Salur on Nov 26, 2003 22:52:53 GMT -5
Noticing that the body language of the dwarf and the elf had suddenly changed, he realized that he could stay secret no longer. Wishing rather to introduce himself than to be mistaken for a wolf or other wild creature and taken down by the legendary shooting of an elven bow or the swift swing of a dwarven axe, he slowly steps out into the clearing.
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 26, 2003 23:06:41 GMT -5
“Listen! Did you hear that?” Nevnarial looks closely in the direction of the stream. She turns and glances at the Dwarf and whispers in a sarcastic voice, “Perhaps you can smell him?”
Taking no chances, she places a hand on the dagger at her side.
Seeing a small figure step into the clearing, she blows out a deep breath. Then she turns to Fernelf and asks, “Is this a friend of yours as well?”
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 26, 2003 23:20:38 GMT -5
Fernelf bewildered looks to the area where a small figure is cautiously making themselves known. "hmm..well if he is a enemy..you my dear are the only tall one here so I am guessing I am in no danger as you are a much larger target" Fernelf thinks to herself. Fernelf looks to the figure, then the dwarf, and last to Nevnarial. She states to all "anyone want more tea?"......
"ack" she thinks,"I am smelly and hungry. I hope this is a friend and not foe so I can finish my food"
Fernelf takes another sip of her tea and gulps hard...
"good day traveler. May I ask what brings you about on such a fine day?"...
Hoping both the dwarf and the young elf will stay their hands long enough to find out if indeed this be friend or foe Fernelf looks to each for their response....
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Post by Salur on Nov 26, 2003 23:32:24 GMT -5
"Hullo," he says trying to sound casual, but his voice quivers as he speaks to these armed strangers, "I am Salur Proudfoot, son of Sancho Proudfoot, Shirrif of Hobbiton." He notices the fire and wonders if these five would like a little warm meat to break the soil a little. "I am on vacation after a long while of fighting off wolves in the Shire, but I was beginning to dread an entire fortnight with no companions. Would you have me for a while if I share a little of my provisions. I have freshly baked bread."
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 26, 2003 23:51:00 GMT -5
Fernelf seeing the new traveler's nervousness walks towards him and smiles" Hail, I am Finduilas Ancalimon but most call me Fernelf. This young lady is Nevnarial and the dwarf standing over yonder is Morg Stormhammer". Turning to the fire she adds, "come join us as we were just breaking our fast and would enjoy the company. I was just telling both Morg Stormhammer and Nevnarial my plans to build a sanctuary here on this very spot. I am looking for some help as I can not take on this venture on my own". Fernelf grabs a cup and poors some tea into it and holds the cup out to offer it to the newcomer.....
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 26, 2003 23:51:34 GMT -5
Looking at Fernelf, Nevnarial raises an eyebrow to her. She then turns and heads toward the stream to rinse her mouth and wet her hair. She can feel Salur’s eyes on her as she passes, but does not turn to confront him.
“This is quite a strange morn”, she thought to herself as she bent down to drink. “First a Dwarf, now a Hobbit? Yet, I was drawn to this place for some unknown reason. Perhaps the others were as well”.
After three long gulps of cool water, she lays on her back and places her long hair in the water. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and she thought of the food back by the others. She leans forward and pulls her hair to the side to wring out the excess water. Sitting alone by the stream, she watches the others talk…
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Post by Morg Stormhammer on Nov 27, 2003 3:08:46 GMT -5
After glancing sideways at the taller of the two Elfs, Morg then takes a moment to take in the new stranger. He's unsure about the newcomer, but as he's met a few other hobbits during his travels he's unafraid for his safety nor for those about him. For all of a few moments, this internal discussion takes place and then Morg goes back to adding the final touches to the meal at hand. Without turning around he greets the hobbit with a hearty, "Well met and all manner of pleasentries!" Having done his duty in politeness, as he sees it, he returns to tending the fire and food. He then begins a song, felt by many hearts if never heard by many ears. Word for word, in as loud and clear a voice as he can muster, he sung it as follows: Cool is the rain that falls from dark sky Wind howls in the night, never an end Eyes watch the distance, none yet know why All stand on the wall, wait to defend
Shadows creeping bring uncertain doom Fell beast approach hunting their prey Howls break the silence under the moon No hope is coming with break of day
Shouts and curses and feelings of dread Steel and bow and shield all brought to bear What hope now but to follow the dead All hope is lost, all fall to despair
Battle begun and evil runs wild Those of every race, all shall stand true Those in their prime, old age and the child Daring to hope to see the night through
Desperate the hordes, they never retreat Regroup and attack and ever go on Dark majicks afoot, brought by deceit Naught to do but wait for light of dawn
Gates lay broken, defeat must be near King and his men, forth they will ride Horn has sounded, bringing on fear Enemies cower, nowhere to hide
White is the gleam, seen from afar Wizard appears upon yonder hill Soldiers unlooked for, now do they charge For a single moment, all is still
Retreat for evil, oh how they flee Run from the blade to find even more Straight to their death, they find in the trees Never quite knowing what was in store
Victory at last, through the long night Well beyond count climbs number of dead Forest now stands still, silent its might Upon fields trod bare and washed in red
Graves for the fallen, now they must toil Grass soon shall grow to stay always pure Across from the mound, poison in soil Forever blackened, never to cure
Onward they must ride, but for brief rest Seeking worse danger, they must go on For they have passed but the first test One step at a time, darkness to dawn
Having just finished his recital, Morg had failed to notice the departure towards the stream of Nevnarial. "I wonder what keeps eating at her soul, as time would eat away at the metals forged by men," he thinks to himself. With the meal finished, and those who would break their fast had begun setting to, Morg decides to wait his turn until the last. He pulls out his warhammer, friend and companion for many a long mile, and starts checking to make sure there are no bindings or such that may be in need of repair.
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Post by Salur on Nov 27, 2003 9:29:02 GMT -5
Tasting the tasty tonic given to him by Fernelf, Salur finds that he has tasted nothing better save for his stay in Rivendell. This makes him even more curious about her.
Finally the silence is broken by a song in a deep, yet fair, voice. As Salur listens, he wonders how he is going to bath. Looking down off down stream, there is a small drop off in the land. With some creative digging, one could dig a ditch there and let the water drop off for a shower. From there a ditch could be dug back to the stream as to not disrupt the river. The song comes to an end and he offers some bread and spiced meat to the others. He would offer drink, but none of them could compare to the tea he was drinking. He wonders where Nevnarial is.
While thinking, he is awaken by the sight of a pack of wolves walking toward them from downstream. There are 3 males and 1 female. Salur forgets the skill of his companions quickly decides to taunt one and separate it from the other wolves leaving an even match for them. Grabbing his staff and dagger, he runs to the right of the pack, the stream on the other side.
He smacks one of the males across the jaw with his staff and slowly backs away. The other wolves have spotted their prey and are not interested in the hobbit who is half the size of the elf lying by the stream. As Salur leads the male away from the pack, it growls bearing his teeth. The hobbit continues to hit it with his staff in an effort to draw him away.
He succeeds and is alone with the male down past the bend of the stream. He can no longer see the other companions or the other wolves. Now, with the wolf where he wants him, the wolf recieves a blow to the leg. Salur was aiming for the joint, but the wolf reared back and presented the lower part of his leg. The wolf jumps at Salur and gets a mouthful of staff.
Salur had faught many a wolf before, but never had he met one so determined to take him down. The wolf would not let go of the staff and overpowered the hobbit. Now Salur was left with nothing but the dagger left to defend himself.
The wolf leaps on Salur. The hobbit protects his vital parts by presenting his forearm to the beast. The wolf has Salur pinned down with a mouthful of hobbit arm, out of the site of camp. Finally gaining his senses after being knocked down, Salur thrusts his dagger into the throat of the wolf and immediatly cuts up toward the mouth. While doing this, he did damage to his forarm that paled in comparison to what damage would have occured had the wolf finished his job.
The male goes limp. Salur struggles to push the beast off of him. Salur manages to slide him far enough to climb out from under him. He washes his arm in the stream and dresses it with cloth ripped from his shirt. He makes his way back to camp. As he steps through the clearing, he wonders what he will see.
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 28, 2003 9:47:58 GMT -5
Fernelf feeling her belly contented for the first time in quite a while decides she will start securing some of the twigs with the vines she had dried out the day before. Tying the knotts as tight as she can she begins to weave a platform that will serve as a roof once the foundation is complete. "Maybe we can get some logs cut this morn and start on something sturdier to protect us during the night.....I will ask all once everyone is fed and bathed" Fernelf decides to herself. While musing Fernelf looks up at the rest of her group. Suddenly she sees the wolves creeping into view. Before she can sound any alarm the hobbit rushes off towards the direction of of the new danger. "MORG..WOLVES....NEVANARIAL....she is down by the stream....GO FRIEND AND WARN HER......I WILL ASSIST THE HOBBIT..." grabbing her dagger Fernelf runs after the hobbit....
Fernelf runs to the path. Looking behind her she sees that the wolves have seperated. One has followed the hobbit while the rest have picked up the scent of Nevnarial...
Spreading her arms high above her head she yells " SAURA KELA". Her diminutive form seems to become limitless, expanding until she seems the tallest of all creatures.
"KELA" she yells once again as she again turns back to where she last saw the hobbit. Seeing Morg take off in the direction of the remaining wolves and Nevnarial, Fernelf continues on to find the hobbit. As she runs in the direction the hobbit took; her form returns to its' petite size.
"I dare hope I am not too late" Fernelf thinks as she reaches the borders of their camp she spots the hobbit walking towards her direction. She notes the bandage and the way the hobbit is holding his arm. Running up to meet him she looks to the arm. "There is blood seeping through your bandage. You are hurt" Applying pressure to his arm with her hands she guides the hobbit back to camp. "I have sent Morg to assist Nevnarial. With hope and luck they will deal with the remaining wolves. " Fernelf helps the hobbit to a sitting position. taking his good hand she places it over his wound. "hold this just so, I will get some more bandages to add more pressure. I am a healer so listen to my words...it is imperative that you keep pressure here so the bleeding will slow. Once the bleeding stops I will clean the wound and redress it". Feeling confident the hobbit will do as bidded, Fernelf turns and rips a small piece of cloth from her robe. Grabbing some of the vine she had dried she returns to the hobbit. Tying the vine above the injury Fernelf explains"this will cut off the blood from your wound. I can then look to it and close it. It may feel tight but tis neccesary." Fernelf after assuring the hobbit removes the cloth that wraps the wound. Underneath is a ugly raw wound the shape of the wolve's mouth. Grabbing her medicine bag,Fernelf removes some strange looking instruments...a small shiney thin piece of metal and some very thin twine. Taking the meadow berry tea she tests it to see if it is still warm. "this may sting" she warns as she pours some of the tea over the wound. Hearing the groan from the hobbit she is sorry she has caused more pain. "I am very sorry, but I must close this wound and I will cause you some more discomfort. Taking a small green fern out of the bag, Fernelf instructs"take this in your mouth and suck on it as it will help to soothe your thoughts while I do what must be done" placing the fern in Salu's mouth, fernelf then begins to sew the ragged wounds back together. While working she looks to Salu's eyes. Hoping they will alert her if indeed one of the wolves slips away from Morg and Nevnarial and comes upon them. While working Fernelf says a silent prayer for her friends down by the stream. "Cormamin niuve tenna ta elea lle au."......
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Post by Salur on Nov 28, 2003 11:28:49 GMT -5
Salur winces in pain as Fernelf mends his wounds. Never had a wolf hurt him so much. "I am sorry I separated," he says to Fernelf, hoping conversation will keep him from thinking about the pain. "I payed for my choice with this," he indicates his arm as Fernelf continues to work, "I just hope the others do not pay for my mistake as well." He could hear the growl of what sounded like one wolf near the stream, but he could not tell. The sounds of battle were faint, but present. "This can wait, surely, we need to help the others."
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