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Post by Nevnarial on Dec 19, 2003 15:08:57 GMT -5
Nevnarial looks at Fernelf with a frown on her face. “Though I know you mean no harm, I do not wish to speak of my past now,” she says, then quickly changes the subject. “I have seen many orcs in the last few months, but never this far west. I know as much as you about the happenings as of late in our world. But I do know this; evil is growing. Perhaps it is our fate to discover why.”
Noticing the concerned look on Fernelfs face, Nevnarial says in a soft voice, “Do not be troubled about your friend, the dwarf. He looked as though he had been experienced in battle and was the type to take care of himself.” She takes out the piece of cloth that the small elf had given her this morn and looks at it. She then places the cloth in Fernelfs hand and tenderly pats her shoulder.
Seeing that Terbil and Anarandil were almost finished with their meal, Nevnarial rises and steps onto the road. The tracks of the mighty horses were here as well. She prayed that her company would not meet these riders face to face when they arrived at Bree…
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Dec 19, 2003 15:34:01 GMT -5
Smiling at Nevnarial for her kindness she replies "Thank you...One day Nevarial, when we have the time..I would like to know what has placed that pain upon your brow..for sharing a burden can sometimes lighten it". Watching Nevnarial rise, Fernelf rises also and tends to her pony. Checking her packs to make sure are secure. After checking to see everything was sound and tightly secured, Fernelf approaching Terbil asks" How far are we from Bree Master Mudburrow?"
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Post by Terbil Mudburrow of Deephallow on Dec 19, 2003 19:45:01 GMT -5
"Let's see, how far..." Licking his index finger, Terbil lifted it up to test the air, then he bent down and took a handful of dirt and smelled it, ran around and looked at the trunks of some trees, looked up at the sky and thens stopped at the front of the group with his hand on his chin and thought. "Well, let's see...the wind is blowing to the east....the dirt is well pressed....moss grows on the north side of trees, I think....the sun is sitting high in the sky, ready soon to begin its descent...so, with our position here now....I'd say.....I have absolutely no idea how far we are from Bree, however, we simply need to keep our journey brisk and see if we can make it before nightfall. If not, though, we must simply set up camp again."
The hours passed as the kinships of travellers wound their way down the path, not even stopping to eat but snacking on berries, bread, and wolf jerky as they travelled. Soon, dusk began to settle again and the group went again into a secluded clearing off the path, still heavy in brush. When dawn awoke again and the watches of the night were over, they dined upon a quick breakfast around the morning fire and set out as the blue of the sky was first appearing. They pushed on further, the morning widdling away as they walked and, by the position of the sun, they had figured that is was now noon when they finally crested a large hill, came upon the village of Bree in the distance.
OOC: I'm figuring by this time, the Ringwraiths have already been through Bree, so when we enter we should see some sign of their rampage. Peruppi, Den and Morg...you're all welcome any time now.
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Post by Morg Stormhammer on Dec 19, 2003 20:13:57 GMT -5
Wearily trudging through the growth along side the stream, humming to himself and taking in more of this surroundings, Morg is relieved yet ever watchful. Upon entering the area where his battle from a few nights before took place, he grabs hold of the ponies' reigns, just in case. After his brief rest from this morning and a few morsels to keep his legs in a proper state, the Dwarf felt something niggling at the back of his mind, prompting him to leave the road. Unable to find the exact cause of his feeling of doom brought Morg even further into a foul mood. Were it not for this sense of danger, he would have walked right past the obvious, at least to him, remains of a camp which were plainly deserted that very morning. Sniffing the air, a slight gleam can be seen in his eyes. Unsure of what he smells in the air and on the earth, he stops and searches the immediate area. "Hrmmm," Morg thinks to himself, "very strange, indeed an odd happenstance." Further investigation brings him to the conclusion that yet another has joined with his friends, bringing the Elves to an uncomfortable yet reassuring number of three. "Well, now my lad and lass!" Morg walks back to the two ponies, now quenching their thirsts in the cool waters. ""Twould seem our luck has held and chance has brought us within nearly a shouting distance of those we seek," he continues on. Letting the animals get their fill, Morg thinks it a mighty fine idea and dunks his head fully under the water, washing away grime, blood and the very weight of the past two days from his head and shoulders. Gasping for breath as he pulls his head from under the water, he looks to the sky. "Durin, if there be a place for ye upon the hallowed walkways of what lays beyond, find it in your heart to forgive me this. Though I've no love for the Elvish ways, 'tis the best news I've had in many a long, long day to know there are those in the company now." With that, Morg gathers the ponies and heads towards the road, no longer fearful of what any shadows may hide. Ignoring the hoof-prints upon the road, he begins to sing, as loud as Dwarvenly possible (which, I might add, can be very loud indeed) and starts the final leg of his journey to Bree, and to his friends.
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Post by Nevnarial on Dec 19, 2003 20:43:00 GMT -5
As the four stood upon the hill looking down on the town of Bree, their hearts were lifted and a sense of security fell over them. They smiled at one another and started down the road.
As they drew closer, Nevnarial halts in her tracks. The others take a few steps, stop, and look at her questioningly. Peering down at the city, Nevnarial says, “Look at the gate!” They turn toward the town and both Fernelf and Anarandil gasp at the site. Terbil still straining to see with a confused face. “Great damage has been done to it!” Nevnarial says.
As if the companions were reading each others mind, they quicken their pace down the road toward Bree...
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Dec 20, 2003 1:46:25 GMT -5
Fernelf standing with the others noted the broken gates just as Nevnarial was exclaiming about them. Fernelf turning to Terbil warning him, "Master Terbil, our elven eyes see farther then you and I must warn you now, there has been some damage to the gates". Grabbing the hobbit's arm Fernelf rushes onward with the rest of the group. Talking as they run. Looking to Terbil, she cannot but feel his sudden fear for his family." Do not fret, we will find your family. First we must find out what has happened."Terbil running as fast as his hobbit feet will carry him stumbles upon the hill. "Hurry Master Terbil" Fernelf exclaims as she helps him to find his footing once again. The four companions running to the two nearest trees by the front gates stop and take a moment to take things in. "These trees will give us some safety" Fernelf whispers. Then to Nevnarial and Anarandil "What do your elven eyes see and your elven ears hear?".....Fernelf asks as she see a townsperson walking briskly out of the gates.
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Post by woodelf on Dec 20, 2003 11:30:34 GMT -5
"The gates are indeed worn and the problem is I hear nothing" he said with a confused look upon his elven face. " This is treachery, whom amongst alll has done this!" he exclaimed. "Shall we enter there is no point in standing out here we need to know what happened," he said as he turned to face Terbil and Fernelf. "Shall we," "I feel like I must know what has happened" he said as he turned back to face the gate. "We must"
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Post by Nevnarial on Dec 20, 2003 12:31:11 GMT -5
The man who had walked out of the gates turns around and shouts to another on the other side, “Yes, that looks good.”
The party then walks up to the gate and Nevnarial speaks to the man. “What has happened here? And when?” The man answers her. “We had a band of ruffians break in last night. Though, the only damage they did was to the gate and to the inn up the street. What is your business in Bree?” Nevnarial answers him in a stern voice, “That is none of your concern, my good man.” She then turns to Terbil and quietly says, “Lead us to your family’s home, little one.”
As they walk past the man, through the gate, Nevnarial looks down and sees the same tracks of the large horses they saw previously on their travel. A wave of fear washes over her and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end…
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Dec 20, 2003 12:55:51 GMT -5
Fernelf approaching the man along with the others raises her brow as the man questions Nevnarial. Bending down and placing her fingertips within the prints in the dirt, Fernelf then raises them to her nose. "These prints are deep...large horses with heavy burdens. They are fresh..not a day old." She adds. Fernelf , reading Nevnarials lips and ignoring the villager that is poking his head over her shoulder , looks to Terbil for his answer....ready to follow as he directs....
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Post by woodelf on Dec 20, 2003 22:45:45 GMT -5
"You have seen the same tracks before have not thee," asked woodelf. "I can see it in your eyes it brings some sort of fear," he said. "When thy has time tell me when you last laid eyes upon these tracks, please," he asked. He then also sits down to examine the tracks and studies them for a moment.........
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Post by Terbil Mudburrow of Deephallow on Dec 21, 2003 0:04:23 GMT -5
"We have seen tracks like this along the road for a great while since we left our camp. I don't know to whom they belong and I don't think I care to know." Standing from the ground after looking at the tracks, Terbil turned from the head of the group and faced his companions with a look concern upon his face. He did, though, tried to hide it. "My family actually doesn't live in the city of Bree itself, but in a small village a small distance away. However, my aunt and uncle do work as hired help in a bakery here. If you'll follow me..." The young man stepped over the pieces of broken wood and began walking down the mud streets of the city, glancing back and forth at the men as he walked. It was quiet this morn, and few were in the streets. An eerie quiet punctuated the air.
This, however, was soon broken by the tone of a brusk feminine voice singing an old ditty from the Shire. The expression on Terbil's face brightened significantly as he heard it and left his friend's behind as he ran into a nearby building. A sign swung over the door reading "Dalmir's Baked Goods".
A delightful ordor kissed the noses of all those who entered, and even more so made Terbil's spirits soar. Inside, a elder Hobbit woman with with salt and pepper hair and dressed in a wine red outfit swept dust from in front of the counter right inside, singing her heart out as she did. When Terbil saw her, he wrapped the smaller woman in a great hug that nearly knocked her over. "Auntie!"
"By the stars above! Whee Ter!" the elderly woman exclaimed as she embraced him in return. "Feanol! It's Terbil!"
From behind the counter another Hobbit appeared, a stocky man with hair similar to his wife's and carrying a loaf of bread in his arms. When he saw his great nephew, he dropped the loaf and joined in on the embrace. "Boy! Where have you been tarrying!? We thought those Black Riders from the night last had taken you on the road."
As they finished, a beaming Terbil, the front of his clothes now dusted with flour, turned to the door and called his friends in. "My friends, this is my Great Aunt and Uncle, Daisy and Feanol Longhole...."
"Of the Staddle Longholes!" Uncle Feanol interjected.
"It is our pleasure to meet you all," Daisy smiled, bowing slightly. "Friends of Ters are friends of the Longholes. We would be delighted if you all would join us for dinner this evening, however, until then my husband and I must work. I'm sure you all can occupy yourselves in Bree until the time being. Ter will show you the way to our home when the time comes."
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Post by Nevnarial on Dec 21, 2003 0:56:41 GMT -5
Not feeling comfortable meeting new folk, Nevnarial fakes a smile to Terbils kin. Though she wanted to learn more of these ‘Black Riders’, she did not want to spoil this family reunion. She knows her curiosity would be satisfied soon enough.
Fernelf graciously accepts the invitation for the evening meal. Not wanting to keep them from their duties, the three elves say their farewells to the little hobbits and wait outside for Terbil. As they stand in the muddy street, waiting for their friend, two men walk by discussing the events of last night. The company just catches the tail end of their conversation. “… and then they just barged into The Pony and ransacked one of the rooms,” one of them says. Temped to stop the men for more information, Nevnarial lets them pass by.
After a few moments, Terbil steps out of the shop with a loaf of bread under his arm and a smile on his face…
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Dec 21, 2003 1:06:00 GMT -5
Walking with the group Fernelf could not help but notice that bree this day was not the busy town she had visited on earlier times. Every once in a while she would feel eyes on her and her group as they passed a house or traders abode. Fernelf could see humans peeking out of curtains..curiousity arousing them from their daily routine.
Fernelf kept her eyes moving as the four walked behind Terbil. Following him into a building, Fernelf could smell the wonderful aroma. Her belly growling in response to the sweet and buttery smell that filled the air. Watching Terbil's face lite up was rewarding for Fernelf. She could tell how relieved he was to see his kin safe and sound.
As the woman whom Fernelf assumed was Terbil's aunt spoke, Fernelf could not take her thoughts off the aroma. "ach..I should have eaten when we stopped for lunch..now Terbil's aunt is going to hear my belly growl and think me rude and vulgar" Fernelf worried in her mind. She began speaking loudly so to cover up her grumbling innards.
"Hail... I am Fernelf and these are my friends. The tall lovely lady by the door is Nevnarial and the Gentleman is Anarandil. I am a elf...but well tis a long story you see....but as I was saying..tis very nice to finally meet Terbil's aunt ..of course we will come to dinner..you honor us "
Fernelf smiled at the jovial hobbit and then to the Elderly Gentlemen next to her. Nodding to both in greeting, Fernelf fell quiet and went back to her thoughts of the wonderful smell and lovley images of what indeed could make such a smell flitered through her mind.
Thus Fernelf stood as the others made thier introductions. Once the others were done Fernelf , Nevnarial and Anarandil waited outside as to give Terbil some time alone with his family.
Watching the few people pass by reminded Fernelf once again as to the things they had discovered on their trip here. She was getting discouraged.. She was just thinking...
"mayhaps we should visit the prancing pony as soon as Terbil comes...those men looked worried and I could make out prancing pony grrr...if these ears would work as they should.."
Fernelf decided to tell the others her plan but Terbil appeared out the door with the loaf of bread . Fernelf could smell its wonder and could see steam still arising from the gift in Terbil's hand....
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Post by woodelf on Dec 21, 2003 1:52:43 GMT -5
"That bakery smelled as if thousnds of Rivendalls finest flowers were dancing in my nose, and his aunt and uncle seemed like great people, didn't they" he asked. "I think it would be great to visit the Prancing Pony I have heard from my friends that it is a great place, then again my friends didn't always tell the truth" he said. He looked at his friends and couldn't help but smile he finally met people he cared about and didn't want to see get hurt.....
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Post by Nevnarial on Dec 22, 2003 7:47:05 GMT -5
The party stands on the street, deciding where to settle until our dinner plans with Terbil’s family. As Anarandil speaks of visiting a pub, Nevnarial wonders if it is indeed the same establishment that was raided. She has no objections visiting this place, but does not voice her opinion. She will go where ever the others see fit. She has only visited Bree one other time and that was a long time ago. She looks to Fernelf and Terbil for their decisions as to their next stop…
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