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Post by Merwin Véneanár on May 12, 2004 11:32:25 GMT -5
"I have my sword, which in the darness glows like a torch and when in battle it burns with the fires of 1000 dwarven furnaces. Also, I have food, and general supplies such as that."
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Post by Elrohir on May 12, 2004 13:13:55 GMT -5
"Ah, thats is good, we wouldnt want to trouble Lord Elrond too much anyway. Come, lets set off towards Rivendell now, i cant wait any longer." Elrohir sais this with a smile on his face. He walks over to his horse, unties it from the tree and leaps onto it. He trots towards the path and shouts to the others, "Come friends! We must make haste!"
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Post by elvensword on May 12, 2004 13:18:12 GMT -5
Elesar slung his backpack and bow over his shoulder, made sure his sword was secured in sheath on his shoulders and mounted his horse Nalama. He trotted off after Elrohir.
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Post by Merwin Véneanár on May 12, 2004 13:34:04 GMT -5
Merwin lets out a whistle and his jet-black horse Mavin comes to him. He jumps on and gallops away. "I warn you." he says,"I am not on good terms with Elrond lately. In fact, I don't think he wants me in Rivendell at all."
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Post by Elrohir on May 12, 2004 13:54:52 GMT -5
"Hmm, well does he know your face? If he does then i believe that we have a problem. What did you do to make Elrond dislike you?"
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Post by Merwin Véneanár on May 12, 2004 15:53:10 GMT -5
"ohhhhh, stealing." merwin said," I needed food, but I did not know how understanding he was about hunger, so I stole food from his house. I also stole money. It became a joke, but Elrond does not know my face anymore, so we won't have a problem."
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Post by Elrohir on May 12, 2004 16:28:21 GMT -5
"Ah, that is good, but still, we should hide you just in case. I suggest that you wear a cloak or something over your head to hide your face. We shouldnt take the risk that Elrond does still remember you."
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Post by Elenar on May 12, 2004 17:48:42 GMT -5
"Oh, that incident. Yes, I remember that." Elenar said, walking up to the talking Elves. "That would make you Merwin, am I right?" He offered his hand. "You know, you could just have asked. Lord Elrond is a tad bit more generous than you give him credit for."
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Post by Eärendur on May 12, 2004 19:33:04 GMT -5
wistles, a red horse comes trotting in.
"I have not meet Lord Elrond yet, Is it true he is half man? I have been to Rivendell, but i was uninvited.
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Post by Valandil Calime on May 12, 2004 21:06:53 GMT -5
"I know not if Lord Elrond is half-man, though I know he has some children that are semi-divine" Valandil says to Enjoi, who is riding along side him. "To me it matters not what being Elrond is, I judge none by their blood, but by their deeds. And for that, Elrond is truly deserving." Valandil looks ahead to the others and speeds up a little. "We are not far from Rivendell" he calls back to Enjoi "Let us catch up with the others"
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Post by Eärendur on May 12, 2004 23:39:58 GMT -5
Enjoi's steed speeds up, his color seems to change as he runs. from a red to a black. but this could be a trickery of light.
He passes the others and hears a river flowing straight ahead. He stops turn abouts and says "this must be the LoudWater, it has been a while since i was hear. but my mind is still sharp. I believe Rivendell lies not a long way off.
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Post by elvensword on May 13, 2004 14:15:22 GMT -5
"Well let us make haste" Said Elesar, "We shall stay in Rivendell and train for awhile when we get there and we will stock up on our supplies, Elrond is generous," He then looked at Merwin, "So don't take advantage"
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Post by Merwin Véneanár on May 13, 2004 14:33:14 GMT -5
"Right." Merwin said. "Hey guys, I'll race you!" Mavin sped up, and him and the others bolted their way to Rivendell.
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Post by Valandil Calime on May 13, 2004 15:29:35 GMT -5
Valandil was in the lead, but did not hold it for long, as the others gained and overtook him. They raced in good spirits for some time, and so it went, each falling into their own rythym, the hoof beats seeming to be one constant sound, the wind whipping past their faces. They would soon be in Rivendell, and not very long after, in Moria, but those thoughts were washed from their heads at this moment, as the friends raced to Rivendell
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Post by Eärendur on May 14, 2004 0:55:46 GMT -5
Enjoi's horse ran like mad, its thunder of its hoofs beating the ground, its breathing rythematic....he was fast, a horse from the north. use to the frezzing winds and the ocational orc. His horse took the lead, but was soon over ran. Sudenly he felt something, like someone was watching him. He concentrated on the feeling and his glaze lead...him to a tree?
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