Post by Draco on Jan 2, 2005 19:49:00 GMT -5
The hooded figure rode forward to the town of Bree, his large horse moving down the hill as the ran fell straight down on him. He looked weary, over traveled, and one of his arms was missing. Still, the man held his head high and looked proud, like a returning warrior from a long and vicious, yet victorious, war. And that was exactly who this was. Draco the One Armed, Ranger of Bree, had returned home.
It had been a few years, the great war of the Necromancer keeping him far away from home and from his wonderful town of Bree. But now Basanistes was dead, Draco had payed dearly to make sure of that. His business was done, and he had traveled many long nights in search of his solitude. Now it stood before him, the rainy, muddy, wonderful town of Bree. Draco rode in, took his horse to the stables, and walked in silence towards his home. It was very early, still dark out, but the sun would be coming up shortly. A few hobbits, men, and dwarves scattered across the street, but none that Draco knew. Draco would not have to bother with welcomes. He would be able to go straight to his home.
Reaching his door step Draco became apprehensive. Would he be able to start up life again? What would Nolamere think of him missing his left arm? Would she except him after he had left her for so long? After a few moments of consideration Draco decided it didn't matter. If he could just see his wife again, nothing else would matter. So Draco unlocked the door and quietly went into his home.
He found Nolamere in bed, still asleep, clutching a small portrait of him. She had missed him, that much was obvious. Nolamere had been lonely without him, but no more. Draco would never leave her side again. He slowly nudged her, bending down and speaking softly, gently.
"Good morning beautiful."
That was all it took. Nolamere's eyes opened slowly, but as soon as they were open she lunged forward, grabbing hold of Draco, tears of joy streaming down her face. She covered him with kisses, as did Draco to her, both of them lovingly holding on to one another for a few minutes, enjoying the moment immensely.
"I have missed you so much, Draco dear. So much." Nolamere held on tightly, crying with joy softly on his shoulder. She moved her left hand to take his when she noticed something, this action was impossible.
"Draco, what happened?!" Nolamere shrieked, noticing that her husband was missing an arm. Draco was hoping to not have to deal with the issue this quickly, but he was still prepared. He sat Nolamere down on the bed and sat beside her, stroking her long soft hair as he spoke.
"I fought for Bree, for Middle Earth, and for you my dearest one. I was forced to give up a few things so that goodness and innocence could still exist in this world." Draco told the whole story of the war, everything he had done. He had to stop at one point so that Nolamere could weep over Fiwen's death. The whole story was shocking and at the end Nolamere took Draco in her arms again.
"I will not let you go. Never again will I let you leave."
"Never again will I leave. My fighting days are over Nolamere. I can now stay with you forever." And thus Nolamere and Draco spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, their love for each other warming the whole house. Draco Hubristes was home.
((Don't know why I did this rp. Guess I'm just a big softy at heart. Anyone who wants to show up, go ahead.))
It had been a few years, the great war of the Necromancer keeping him far away from home and from his wonderful town of Bree. But now Basanistes was dead, Draco had payed dearly to make sure of that. His business was done, and he had traveled many long nights in search of his solitude. Now it stood before him, the rainy, muddy, wonderful town of Bree. Draco rode in, took his horse to the stables, and walked in silence towards his home. It was very early, still dark out, but the sun would be coming up shortly. A few hobbits, men, and dwarves scattered across the street, but none that Draco knew. Draco would not have to bother with welcomes. He would be able to go straight to his home.
Reaching his door step Draco became apprehensive. Would he be able to start up life again? What would Nolamere think of him missing his left arm? Would she except him after he had left her for so long? After a few moments of consideration Draco decided it didn't matter. If he could just see his wife again, nothing else would matter. So Draco unlocked the door and quietly went into his home.
He found Nolamere in bed, still asleep, clutching a small portrait of him. She had missed him, that much was obvious. Nolamere had been lonely without him, but no more. Draco would never leave her side again. He slowly nudged her, bending down and speaking softly, gently.
"Good morning beautiful."
That was all it took. Nolamere's eyes opened slowly, but as soon as they were open she lunged forward, grabbing hold of Draco, tears of joy streaming down her face. She covered him with kisses, as did Draco to her, both of them lovingly holding on to one another for a few minutes, enjoying the moment immensely.
"I have missed you so much, Draco dear. So much." Nolamere held on tightly, crying with joy softly on his shoulder. She moved her left hand to take his when she noticed something, this action was impossible.
"Draco, what happened?!" Nolamere shrieked, noticing that her husband was missing an arm. Draco was hoping to not have to deal with the issue this quickly, but he was still prepared. He sat Nolamere down on the bed and sat beside her, stroking her long soft hair as he spoke.
"I fought for Bree, for Middle Earth, and for you my dearest one. I was forced to give up a few things so that goodness and innocence could still exist in this world." Draco told the whole story of the war, everything he had done. He had to stop at one point so that Nolamere could weep over Fiwen's death. The whole story was shocking and at the end Nolamere took Draco in her arms again.
"I will not let you go. Never again will I let you leave."
"Never again will I leave. My fighting days are over Nolamere. I can now stay with you forever." And thus Nolamere and Draco spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, their love for each other warming the whole house. Draco Hubristes was home.
((Don't know why I did this rp. Guess I'm just a big softy at heart. Anyone who wants to show up, go ahead.))
