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Post by Iaryave on Feb 5, 2004 14:56:14 GMT -5
(omg i have to think something =) )
After all long journey in midlle earth Iaryave returned home. He walked in the camp and he saw that a lot of things have changed, more men and their packing almost moving away and Imbeglin singing. He never saw that imbeglin singed, but now almost everything has changed. He went to Imbeglin and sayed my leader im home. And im ready to move on to the place ur going. Where are they going? And why dont you look so happy. Has anything hapened?
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 5, 2004 15:28:10 GMT -5
((OCC: Type properly this is a forum you have time to type and use punctuation like speech marks oh by the way sayed Isn't a word  )) Fëanáro noticed the elf walk up to Imbeglín and say something but he couldn't hear what was said, he lay down again and rested his eyes then stood up and re-attached his sword to his belt. He was ready. [[OOC: This is typed by Imbeglin, don't worry about some people's mis-spelling, they are not english. It's the english, american, australian ones who type wrong you gotta watch.]] |
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 5, 2004 15:53:27 GMT -5
((OOC: lol, oh yes Elenar, I do so wonder about those scimitars, lol  )) Valandil returned the friendly gesture Terondin had given him. "Indeed we are my friend" he spoke to Terondin, then he addressed both of the elves "If you two are ready, then we shall depart" They made a final check of their equipment and then the three companions set off from the camp and departed into the woods of Fangorn... |
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 6, 2004 3:09:53 GMT -5
((OCC: You talking about me?))
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 6, 2004 19:04:59 GMT -5
((OOC: I believe so Feanaro))
The three elves stopped under the cover of a large tree, they were weary from the days trek and now sat to rest under the starlight... Valandil took a drink from his pouch of water then set his equipment next to him, it was quite cold this night and they needed to build a fire, "Let us gather wood for a fire" Valandil spoke to the others "but do not forget, use no living wood, only dead" With that the three companions gathered there wood and built a fire, Valandil sat down next to it satisfied by the progress they made this day, although he did not know how much farther until they found Treebeard, never the less, he was in a good mood, and in his high spirits, the young elf started singing a soothing song in the elvish tongue...
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 6, 2004 19:16:01 GMT -5
((OCC:OK sorry Imbeglín and sorry Valandil didn't know who you meant, can people post on the tavern I'm sitting in there alone at the moment bored out of my skull!))
Fëanáro was asleep when Valandil started singing and he awoke when Valandil burst into song, "Can't an elf get a little shut eye around here?" said Fëanáro still with one eye closed, "I'm sorry Valandil but I think we should rest as much as we can, we will need our strength, although..... You have a light shall I say girlish voice" Fëanáro laughed at this but the others didn't seem to find it funny, he went back to sleep and Valandil went on singing
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 6, 2004 21:02:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Just so you know, elves do not sleep, they go into like a sort of meditation for a few hours each day or something, or so i think i read in one of Tolkien's books, correct me if im wrong))
Valandil went on guard duty first, he strapped on his scimitars and bow and quiver and walked a perimeter about the camp... He stood as gaurd for some time, a few hours, and it was cold out here away from their fire and Valandil had his cloak wrapped tightly about him, the hood up. He was getting tired now, and he would soon need to get his rest, he hoped one of his companions would relieve him of guard duty soon. He took a sip from his water pouch again trying to fight the weariness, how fine it tasted to his dry mouth.
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 10, 2004 15:45:18 GMT -5
Valandil was so tired he did not hear the approaching hoarde of orcs. He was drifting off when he heard the arrow coming, he had just enough time to look up when it hit him in the shoulder, knocking him from the tree he was in. Valandil hit the ground hard, but the sound of approaching orcs got him to his feet, his shoulder burned as he pulled the arrow from it, yet somehow he found enough strength to call out to his friends, "Orcs! To me, my friends, To Me!" He drew one scimitar, for he could not hold both and awaited the oncoming orcs, hoping that his friends would come to his aid in time...
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 11, 2004 16:58:28 GMT -5
Fëanáro heard Valandil shouting and was imediatly on his feet with his sword drawn he ran towards Valandil's shout and began hacking at the orcs all around him they were everywhere and he knew he couldn't take them all, he didn't know where everyone else was, but could hear orcs dying just ahead, he ran on and found Valandil with one scimitar drawn fighting on, it didn't seem he was injured at all, Fëanáro noticed he was standing watching Valandil fighting alone and ran over to help him "Valandil! Your arm! Is it ok?" Just then an orc jumped at him smashing his head on a tree, falling to the ground the blurry feet of orcs was all Fëanáro could see, he was ashamed that he was taken down so easily, he lay wishing he could fight as skillfuly as Valandil, his vision foucused again and he was on his feet and he wasn't going to be taken down so easily, he grabbed up his own sword and one of an orcs, it was a foul weapon but he didn't care all he could see was red.
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 11, 2004 18:49:33 GMT -5
Valandil did indeed fight skillfully, his single blade was working so fast it was just a blurr and he fought so gracefully it almost seemed like dancing, as that was the art of the Bladesong. When he saw Feanaro get knocked down, he became enraged, his eyes burned as if on fire, and the pain in his shoulder was gone. He parried the blade of an oncoming orc, reversed direction and sliced the foul things head clean off. He put his scimitar in his other hand and drew one of his small daggers, he threw it through the neck of an orc that was coming up behind Feanaro, then switched his blade back to the working arm and went back to work...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 12, 2004 20:56:29 GMT -5
Terondin nocked four arrows on his bow, and fired. They tore into a small group of orcs coming at him. He fired again, and again, continually dropping orcs until the group drew up to him. Terondin finally dropped his bow, and drew his light sword. Retreating a little so he was backed to a tree, he made ready for the orcs. When the first one attacked, it's foul scimitar slashing down at him, Terondin lept to the side and thrusted his sword into the orc's chest. He slid it out and parried the strike of another orc, then knocking it's sword away long enough to open the orc's chest. Glancing around, he heard the sounds of fierce battle in a clearing just a few trees away. He was about to rush to help his companions when an orc arrowshaft lodged itself into the tree next to him. Looking back, he saw four black crossbows pointed at him. Moving like only a desperate Elf could, he immediately ran behind the tree and around the other side, heading in an ever curving line towards the orc crossbows. Hearing the sound of crossbow bolts shooting uncomfortabely close to his head, and seeing them on the fringes of his vision only spurred Terondin to greater speeds. Luckly, when he reached the orcs, they were busy reloading their crossbows, and offered scant defense as Terondin made short work of the orcs. Wiping his dripping blade clean on an orc's filthy clothes, he rushed back to retrieve his bow, and went to find his companions.
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 12, 2004 23:00:42 GMT -5
Valandil saw his other companion Terondin come into the clearing and his heart lightened at the fact his friend was still alive, although one look at the orcs and his mood lessened. They the elves stood back to back(to back) in a clearing in the woods, orcs closing in from all sides. It didnt look good, for one was nearly blinded, and another could only use one arm "Melloneamin" Valandil spoke to them "Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor... I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor!" and with those words, the three elves charged at the orcs around them, fire burning in their eyes, their weapons dripping of orc blood...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 13, 2004 20:48:00 GMT -5
As the clearing dissolved into a wild frenzy, Terondin tried to keep track of his friends. He sliced the wrist off an orc, then ran it through. He pushed it back towards the other orcs, and glanced around. Valandil was doing something he thought would be more appropriate at an Elvenhome, dancing. But then he noticed the many fine red lines on the orc bodies littering the ground and on the orc Valandil was fighting. He moved with grace and skill, dodging orc strikes agilely, and responding in like. Terondin also saw Fëanáro. The sight was mildly terrifying. The Elf was wielding both his own sword and an orc scimitar, and was hacking away at the oncoming orcs with wild abandon. He also had many kills, but at the rate he was moving, Terondin judged Fëanáro would tire himself out before long. Bloodlust can only go so far. Backing up a little so he was closer to his friends, Teronding repulsed an orc slash, and pushed the sword away, but was forced to defend again as more orcs crushed in around him.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 14, 2004 5:55:33 GMT -5
Fëanáro began to calm himself down, he noticed he still had the orc scimitar, it was think with orcish blood as was his own sword, he retreatd back as far as he could and drew his bow, he was taking aim when there was a crash and a roar, the ground rumbled and into the clearing ran 2 Ents, Fëanáro smiled, he tried to aim again but with the ground shaking so much he couldn't hold his bow straight so he put away his bow and watched...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 14, 2004 10:49:06 GMT -5
The Ents began to rampage around the clearing, bashing orcs with their arms or stomping them. Terondin chopped the head off the last orc he was fighting, then went over and joined Fëanáro. "They are nice, aren't they?" Terondin asked, ducking as an orc flew overhead.
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