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Post by elvensword on May 18, 2004 13:23:06 GMT -5
Elesar and his men went down to Lord Elronds elven Smithy and placed some orders in with the master smiths for some weapons, they then went to their sleeping quarters and turned in for the night.
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Post by Elrohir on May 18, 2004 14:28:25 GMT -5
Elrohir watched Merwin walk out of the tavern, he was alone beside the bar now. So alone in fact that he left his drink and walked out into the fresh evening breeze. There were not many people around and he knew not where everyone was, so he made his way towards his room.
The room was quite high up as it was in a small tower, so the view was magnificant. He could see for miles in every direction. He could spot the exact path they took along the grassy plain and the small clump of trees He and Elesar had gone to chop down.
He walked away from the window reluctantly and headed over to the bed where a small box was placed. He knew what it was, earlier Elrohir had requested a fletching kit to be bought up to his room with all of the necessary equipment and supplies. He opened it with a smile on his face and immediately took out the items.
He knew each item very well too, he fletched for a long time back home, often on sleepless nights when the stars were bright and the moon was full. It was a similar night today, so he grabbed a long line of string and long piece of wood and began fletching a new bow for himself. It took a long time, as there was much to do. After a while he had a fairly good looking bow, so he placed it next to his own for comparison. The new one was worse, there was something desperately missing. He thought and almost immediately he knew what it was, he calmed himself down, looked at the stars for comfort and started singing.
He sung a smooth song, beautiful and full of lively melody, it swept profoundly out of the tower and even resonated on the mountain side. He was enchanting the bow, with some of the most powerful magic that had been passed down to him from his father. After he had finished he opened his eyes and was stunned at the effectiveness of his spell. The bow now glistened brightly, first a red, then orange, and finally to a white gold colour, after a few minutes of heavenly glowing it dimmed a little, and suddenly erupted into flame, Elrohir was shocked slightly, but the flame didnt hurt his hands. He saw that slowly, the pattern of his family was being burned into the bow, and at the same moment he knew it was also enfusing the bow with tremendous power. Then once it had finished burning the pattern on, it dimmed down until it returned once more to its normal state.
Elrohir studied it for a while, watching it, spying for any disfunctions, any mistakes, but there were none. After a while he realised that it was still glowing, very faintly, but it was sure and steady, he knew it would glow until it was destroyed. he held it up and pulled it back steadily, testing it, it held strongly. He let go and the string shot back with unmeasurable force, the magic had somehow dramatically increased the bows power and force. This was indeed a good bow.
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Post by Valandil Calime on May 18, 2004 15:42:05 GMT -5
Valandil had been with some of the best forgers of Rivendell for some time. They were perfecting a shirt of mail for him. Made of some of the strongest metal, but very light and flexible. It had some enchantments put on it, so that it made no sound while moving, among other things that the elves told him he would notice along his travels. It was forged so perpectly to fit the elf, along with the magical properties, that it seemed a light shirt, and molded with his every movement. He could move just as easily as with it off, easier it seemed. He would be off to bed soon, but he had to drop off his enchanted scimitars, so they could be worked on some more...
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Post by Eärendur on May 19, 2004 0:44:31 GMT -5
Enjoi finally decided to take his leave of biblo (still sleeping) Outside the roar of the tavern he heard the pounding of anvil. He followed the sound till he came upon the armory.
He sees and waves at Valandil. "I must confess i do not know much about armor." Enjoi said when spotting the rows of armor and weapons. A Weaponsmithy Guestered toward a beutiful long sword. "no i shall use these." he pulls out two swords. each identical. Both with what looks like Black rivers eteched into them. "but i do need a bow..."
A fletcher hands him a bow etched with the mark of Rivendell. He pulls back the bow and...with a snap the (elastic cord thingy that shoots the arrow whats that called) smacks enjoi in the wrist. With a howl and some cursing he heaves the bow. "grrr someones going to have to teach me how to shoot a bow...." Enjoi grunts and continues "an elf that does not know how to shoot a bow..."
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Post by Elrohir on May 19, 2004 2:59:26 GMT -5
Elrohir hears some commotion outside and peers out of the window to see who it was. Near the armory he spots enjoi and Valandil, so he runs down there, finally having something to do.
When he gets there Valandil and enjoi both look at him and Elrohir bows and greets them. But before he stars to speak he spots some glistening metal hanging on the wall. Elrohir walks over to them without a word to his friends and marvels at the sleekness of the metal, the immense detail of the patterns on the hilt. He pulled out his own swords and compared them. His own ones had black etchings of his family pattern all the way along, it seemed to symbolise some form of dragon. He swung it through the air, striking and invisible target, the sword sung as it glided through the air, obviously there was some magic in these swords aswell.
Elrohir smiled and walked back to his friends, "So, how are you doing on this fine evening?"
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Post by elvensword on May 20, 2004 2:46:47 GMT -5
((ooc:Do you guys think we should move this along out of Rivendell?))
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Post by Elrohir on May 20, 2004 3:22:15 GMT -5
[OOC: Yeah, i think so ;D. Lets finish it up people ;D.)
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Post by Valandil Calime on May 20, 2004 21:37:21 GMT -5
((Sounds good))
Valandil looked to his friend Elrohir. "Greetings my friend, It is a fine evening indeed. The calm before the storm as some say" and the three managed a smile, though it was only for appearance sake, for in their thoughts they all saw the coming battle, and knew that it was quite possible these would be their last moments in Middle Earth. Valandil broke the silence with a chuckle, though what he was laughing at he didn't even know. "Let us sleep my friends, I believe we should be off tommorow if possible" and with that, the three, Elrohir, Enjoi, and Valandil, all walked to their sleeping quarters not speaking another word to eachother.
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Post by Eärendur on May 20, 2004 23:24:53 GMT -5
In the morning Earendur awoke earlier than normal. He had a dream....,The same one...but instead of it being his family (all of there faces where blurred...) they where Valandil, Elrohir, and the rest of the company. They where fighting...fighting...but the wolves always won....the tearing of the flesh...My pitiful self..hiding in the treetops wearing my fathers hunting cloack... But atleast there will be no wolfs inside moria....
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Post by Elrohir on May 21, 2004 14:01:41 GMT -5
Elrohir woke up, and he relished the sweet time just after sleep when you cant remember where you are, or why. As soon as that had finished, he gathered his belongings and strolled down stairs into the open courtyard. There he met all his comrades, and suddenly realised how long he must've slept for. they were all preparing their horses and equipment, so Elrohir went over and joined them, "Good Morning everyone, its a fine day for travelling, lets set off right away." With that Elrohir prepared his own horse and equipment and set off to leave the blissful town of Rivendell.
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Post by Merwin Véneanár on May 21, 2004 16:15:34 GMT -5
Elrond had just finished telling merwin that after this he was not welcome in ANY elvish community, Lorien, Mirkwood, and Rivendell, and any other one. "Sooo.... I am an Elvish Outcast?" merwin said.
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Post by Eärendur on May 21, 2004 20:01:57 GMT -5
They had been riding for some thim, following the loudwater due south. Earendur had noticed something peculiar as soon as they had left the borders of Rivendell. Whoever it was had some skill, for even Earendur could not grasp what it was.
The wind sudenly changed. A smell overcame his horse. He new his horse well. He only acted this way when there was Orcs around. With a thud of an arrow bounce Earendur Yelled and drew his dual swords.
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Post by Merwin Véneanár on May 21, 2004 21:27:28 GMT -5
Merwin was late. "THEY LEFT!!!" He yelled! He took mavin and rode with the wind. Just as fast....
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Post by elvensword on May 22, 2004 4:59:23 GMT -5
Elesar was trotting along beside his companions and his five elven soldiers. They had received all the neccassery supplies they needed from Rivendell and Elesar felt as if he could take no aan army of goblins.
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Post by Elrohir on May 22, 2004 7:53:28 GMT -5
Elrohir rode on rather swiftly, seeing as his horse had a mound of supplies tied to it. He looked around peacefully, it all seemed quite nice, the breeze, the sun, the flowers, he took it all in, for he knew there would be nothing like this in Moria.
But while observing the landscape Elrohir noticed something else aswell, a small object hurtled from the trees towards Eärendur, it was an arrow! "Orc attackers!" he yelled, "quick, attack them before they escape, we cant let them report back to Moria!" With that Elrohir drew out his sword and charged towards the trees.
He spotted the first orc and brought down his sword low enough to sever the orcs head clean off. He let his horse ride back and jumped off with both of his swords wielded. Three orcs surrounded him and he took his battle stance. He stayed there for a second, then in a quick flash of light on metal he struck the first orc with lightening fast speed. The sword cut the orc across the orc and it fell to the ground. He brought his other sword round to cut the heads off the other two orcs round him. He stood up satisfied, and drew out the bow he had made in Rivendell.
He pulled out an arrow from his quiver on his back, and loaded his bow with it. He pulled the bow back and aimed with deadly aim, this was the first time he had fired this bow, this would prove its worth. He aquired his target and let go, the arrow sped through the air, creating a whizz as it went, it glowed, dimly at first, then brighter as it got closer, then it struck its target. The arrow hit the orc in the stomach, and as it did so the orc glowed brightly, light coming out from its mouth, eyes and ears. After a few seconds the orc exploded with tremendous power, propelling pieces of sword and armour into the air. He stared at his bow with surprise, but quickly regained his concentration and took out another arrow.
After a few minutes of continues firing, Elrohir got bored and drew out his swords once more. He charged at the orcs with great speed, his power fuelled by a burning hatred and anger inside of him. This blinded him, so much even, that his eyes were blinded by rage, and so stopped him from seeing the glint of the orcs sword, as it was stabbed into his stomach. Almost instantly everything went silent, all he could hear were his teamates fighting on, screaming as they battled the orcs, they noticed Elrohir death, but they knew that they must continue, for the sake of the team. Elrohir fell back and landed on the ground with a thud, he was tired, weakened, and so he couldnt help himself from closing his eyelids, from what would be an everlasting sleep.
[ooc: there is more meaning to the last paragraph then you think, this is my last RP post everyone, farewell.
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