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Post by Valandil Calime on Jan 30, 2004 22:53:08 GMT -5
"Very well met indeed Terondin" Valandil spoke opening his eyes and looking at the elf through the pale blue hue of them, "As to when we are leaving, I dont believe Imbeglin has stated that yet" With that he closed his eyes again
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 1, 2004 1:15:24 GMT -5
Valandil opened his eyes not getting any rest sitting on the chair, he rose from his seat and stretched, then he walked over by the door and leaned against the wall, his arms folded, and his head down... he anxiously awaited the return of Imbeglin and more details about this 'quest' to meet Treebeard, even more so though, he wished to get out of this camp for a while, In all his time spent here, Valandil hadn't left the camp once because of the dangers outside when not in numbers, so he felt an overwhelming need to be out with nature all about him once again
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 1, 2004 4:29:29 GMT -5
Fëanáro wandered about the camp to pass up some time but it seemed like he was just slowing it down, there was nothing here of major interest to him, nothing like Rivindell or Lorien, but what did he expect, it's only an elvish camp, it's not quite a city.....Yet, that was when Fëanáro started dreaming and thats when time finaly caught up with him, he wandered the camp again imagining where everything would be, after he went and sat down next to Valandil's chair and fell asleep. On the floor. He looken drunken as he lay there people passed him and gave funny looks but nobody said anything. The young elf was making quite a fool of himself.
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Post by Elenar on Feb 1, 2004 10:37:00 GMT -5
At the sight of Fëanáro lying on the floor like a passed-out drunkard, Terondin couldn't help but snicker. Then, he got up and grabbed Fëanáro's wrists and pulled him under the table, so Fëanáro would at least be slightly covered away. Now bored once again, Terondin decided not to descend to the level of poking Fëanáro in his sleep. He sighed, and went back to his chair and sat down. When would they leave this most dull of places?
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 2, 2004 16:34:38 GMT -5
((OCC: Did the elves have paracetemol? lol forgive my spelling on some of the longer words, I'm hopeless lol))
Fëanáro suddenly woke up and hit his head on the edge of the table, he was rolling on the ground clutching his head for a while then he finaly got up, "Last thing I can remember I was next to the chair" he said looking and sounding confused, "You must have been sleep crawling!" he didn't have to listen to the others making a joke about it, he sat down and blocked it all out, which made him look like he was drugged to the eyeballs on paracetemol, once again getting funny looks from the other elves, he just didn't know how to please them they seemed to laugh at him no matter what he did. A good old hiding, hehe that would sort them out, he looked around in search of a belt or cane and seriously considered whacking that little elf sitting just across from him, he giggle to himself as he imagined the little elf crying, by this time asleep again looking like a drunk, as he always did
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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Feb 3, 2004 16:04:49 GMT -5
Imbeglín had finally finished the letter to Treebeard. It read (in Westron):
Most gracious Master Fangorn, I would have like to have thanked you pesonally for allowing us elves to stay in your forest, but I have been extremely busy over the past two to three weeks and so I have sent this letter for two reasons.
1.) To thank you for allowing us to reside in you forest; and;
2.) To ask you on your advice on the problem of orcs n your forest.
You see, our camp has recently been attacked by orcs and we have been left to deal with the aftermath, a few dead and dozens wounded. What could we do to stop these attacks from happening? Any advice at all, good or bad, will be looked at in a good light.
Thank you in advance,
Imbeglín Oronrá.[/i]
*More towards himself than anyone else* Okay, now to find Valandil and Elesar and the others so they can get out of here and find Treebeard. I wonder where they are?
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 3, 2004 16:27:51 GMT -5
Valandil had left Imbeglin's hut and was taking a stroll around camp, he now wore his belt with his scimatars, in their sheaths, hanging from each side, but he did not have his bow, he was apparantly off to practice with his blades, as he usually did for sometime each day, but first he wished to find Imbeglin and ask about there journey to Treebeard... Valadil stopped and looked about him, but didnt see the elf he was looking for...
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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Feb 3, 2004 16:33:49 GMT -5
Imbeglín, seeing Valandil in the midst of the camp, walked silently up behind him. "Valandil," he said, "It is done. The letter is finshed. If you could be so kind as to gather the other members so far and tell them that once you are ready you can be on your way." Imbeglín then handed over the note to Valandil, "Look after this as though your life depended on it. I can trust you to do that, right?"
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 3, 2004 16:48:48 GMT -5
Valandil was a little startled when Imbeglin spoke his name from behind, but when he heard the words, "it is done" a smile came upon his face, he took the note from Imbeglin, "Aye Imbeglin, as though my life depended on it" his smile still did not fade at the seriousness of the matter though, he would finally get to see the ents, and be among all the trees again "Hannon le my friend, and do not worry, we shall not fail... i'm off to tell the others." Valandil slipped the note in his breast pocket and went back to where the others were in Imbeglin's hut ((OOC: I think)), he opened the door to find all of them inside and when they all looked at him, he still wore that smile "My friends, we are off to find Treebeard as soon as we are ready" with that he sped off to his own quarters and changed for the journey, puttting on his small, light chain mail vest, his favorite travel cloak, followed by his bow and quiver, (for he already wore his scimitars) then he started to pack a small bag of supplies...
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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Feb 3, 2004 17:09:39 GMT -5
Imbeglín, seeing this was done, then decided to go check on the rest of the camp. He sqaw various elves that he didn't know the names of, walking this way and that, some saying "Morning," without him even knowing their names. And then, suddenly, out of the blue, he sang the song of Elbereth. It went,
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon."
And he then went about his day in the most lively of fashions, always willing to help, willing to listen, yet all the time his head felt like it was in the clouds, he was so happy.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 3, 2004 17:41:11 GMT -5
Fëanáro woke from his slumber and found he was alone in the hut, thinking that everyone had left him he ran outside and noticed everybody grabbing weapons and packing supplies, he looked around and saw Imbeglín wandering around singing songs, "hmmmmmm never thought he was the musical type, bit queer to be singing at a time like this, but never the less a bit of song is good for the spirit" just then Fëanáro noticed he was talking to himself, he looked around nobody had noticed, well that was a relief, "now where did I leave my bow?" Fëanáro noticed he was talking to himself again, he ran off towards a hut and almost ran into somebody drawing their sword, he ran into another hut and found his bow and quiver, "now where did i put my sword?" he was going to slap himself for talking to himself again but stood on his sword, luckely not edge up, "ah there you a.." he noticed somebody behind him, he turned but nobody was there, he left the hut, he was about to go and see what the crowd were looking at when he noticed Imbeglín humming to himself, he laughed and walked over to the crowd, weird guy, good leader, but a bit weird at times
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Post by Elenar on Feb 3, 2004 18:37:50 GMT -5
"Fanuilos le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon."
The clear voice of Imbeglín rang through the air, waking Terondin from his stupor. Then he noticed Valandil come into the hut and tell them that they were finally leaving. Yes! Finally! Terondin hurriedly got up and ran to his quarters. He found his light sword, and bow and quiver of white and gold fletched arrows. Terondin strapped them on, and went to get his pack of supplies organized.
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 3, 2004 20:29:06 GMT -5
((OOC: is elvensword gone or something, or is he just not posting, or what))
With his pack full, Valandil slung it tightly on him, then he unslung his quiver, considered the number of arrows in it, and added a few more to it, now his quiver packed full, he slung it back on his back. Valandil felt perfectly normal with his chain mail vest under his travel worn outfit and his favorite journey cloak. After Valandil was all set he drew his scimitars and felt their perfect balance in his hands, how natural they felt, like an extention of himself, he admired these finely crafted elven blades for awhile and then sheathed them and left his quarters... he was the first one ready to leave so he waited for the others to arrive before they set off...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 4, 2004 21:49:26 GMT -5
Terondin, hoisting a full pack onto his back, left his quarters to find the others. He saw Valandil in the distance, with all his equipment. Terondin ran over and called out."Hail, Valandil! I guess we're early and more efficient!" He put his hand on Valandil's shoulder in way of greeting. ((ooc:Hmmm, twin scimitars. I wonder where that's from?  )) |
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 5, 2004 14:01:22 GMT -5
"Ok ok ok ok, right I'm ready! Huh? where is everyone? I thought I took quite long, I miss placed my sword and bow I lost most of my arrows and had to find them, and I'm still extremly tired!" Fëanáro sat on the ground with his stuff next to him, he took off his chainmail and laid it on the ground hoping it would take some weight off but it was as light as a feather so he put it back on, "Uhhhh everything feels so heavy!" He laid down and stared into the sky but stood up only to take his sword off his belt and lie down again, "I wish the others would hurry up, I'm begining to get bored."
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