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Post by Draco on Dec 17, 2004 21:11:46 GMT -5
A loud metallic thud could be heard on the seventh circle wall. Sphinx was beating his helmed head in annoyance at having to watch the girls get pampered and learn things like dancing and bowing properly. Personnaly, if Sphinx were the king, he would at least make sure that his queen knew how to fight. Arwen was a warrior, so why were these potential queens not being taught the way of the sword.
"Not a one of these girls knows how to use a sword. In times of war they will be useless." Sphinx thought this, though knew it was not entirely true. Tolwyn seemed knowledgable in the ways of the weapons. She seemed to be a very capable warrior, or at least could be if she was trained properly. This even seemed to be what the poor girl wanted, but she was born into the wrong family, and would have to except the role as queen if she was picked.
Sphinx stopped beating his head against the wall and looked down at the crowd of girls, shining beautifully in the Gondorian sun. It nearly made Sphinx sick. In his fathers time any woman who had any power had to know how to fight. Nowadays all that mattered was if they looked and sounded good. In essence they were nothing more then trophies.
Sphinx spotted Tolwyn. She was fair and lovely, but stood out from the crowd not because of beauty, but because of strength. The young maiden of Rohan practically radiated strength.
"I cannot allow her to become weak." Sphinx thought as he continued watching the area.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 17, 2004 21:17:04 GMT -5
*It is the night of the ball, and all the women are getting prepared in their rooms. They all have simple yet somehow elegant dresses. Tolwyn's is a greyish-blue, with a sleeveless top that sparkles liek a star. She has no jewelry and her hair has half of it pulled back from her face and held back by a few clips.
*All the girls gather in the Citadel, each dressed as simple as Tolwyn. They are all happy, and (trying to conform and forget her old dreams) Tolwyn joins them in laughing and being merry. It is a beautiful night, all the starts shining bright and a sliver of the moon illuminating the gardens near the Citadel in a blue light.
*The girls stand around in teh Citadel, waiting for Eldarion to arrive. There are many other men, guards and noblemen, and King Elessar and Arwen on their thrones watching it all. Finally, Eldarion does arrive and the dancing begins. Tolwyn stands by herself near the door, smiling and watching it all. The prince will be sure to dance with every woman at least once, and the dancing will last till the early hours of morning.
*Tolwyn gazes at the Prince for a few minutes. He looks like most other Gondorians, with deep blue eyes and dark hair and those cheekbones. But the one difference is his ears. They are somewhat pointed on the ends, not as pointed as his mother's but not normal like his father's. Tolwyn sighs, he is cute and she'll admit it. If she is asked to marry him, she will, only because there is no other future for her.
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Post by Menel on Dec 17, 2004 21:25:11 GMT -5
Menel looked down the wall and then to the street below her. People were beginning to stare, there were even a few guards taking a break to come and snicker at her. She was beginning to grow angry, not because people were laughing, she could care less, but it was because of this stubborn horse. He wasn't hers and he did always liked Kemen more.
"Get back over here, now." She snapped at him. He turned his head and glanced at her, giving a snort, he looked foreward again. "Get over here now, or you'll never see Kemen again." With that, he turned slowly and walked below her. He stopped and let her jump down onto him. She gathered up the reins and while snapping them in her hands, she turned him and headed further into the city.
As she rode, she recieved many strange glances and a few giggles. Word must had spread that there was an elf haning from the wall. She kept her head up and didn't let the people get to her. With a quick flick of her wrist, she moved her cloak to reveal her sword. Some stopped short in their laughing and turned away, and some just kept walking.
She rode up to the citadel, having seen many heading that way, and wondered what was going on. She stopped at the entrance, the guards would let her go no further with a horse or a sword. From where she was she could make out the King and saw a dark haired elf sitting at his side. Probably Arwen..She thought. She placed her knees into her horse's back, pulled herself up and tried to see more.
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Post by Draco on Dec 17, 2004 21:45:53 GMT -5
Now this was a strange sight. Sphinx saw the elf gazing into the citadel, her knees on the horsesback. This was the same elf he had seen hanging from a wall earlier in the day, but he had simply ignored it. He didn't stare because it was rude, but he didn't help because it was her own foolishness that had gotten her into the trouble she was in. Sphinx walked over to the elven woman, still in his accursed Guard of the Citadel uniform, and spoke. Though he practically vomited the words and every time he spoke was a pain to him, it was his duty to address bizarre characters.
"Excuse me miss, but hasn't that horse caused you enough trouble," Sphinx spoke sarcastically, not sure why he was being that way. "What business do you have in the Citadel, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Menel on Dec 17, 2004 22:00:25 GMT -5
Menel had plopped back down onto the horse once Sphinx stopped before her. "Sorry, Sir." She dismounted him and stood in front of Sphinx, holding onto the reins. "It is my first time in the city. I apologize. I only came here to see what everyone was talking about. I had not been informed of any happenings." She looked past Sphinx to try and see, but had no luck. There were too many people around. She leaned back on her heels and rested her hand on her sword hilt, though her cloak was between the two. She returned her gaze back to Sphinx.
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Post by Draco on Dec 17, 2004 22:09:37 GMT -5
"It's not a problem, just have to be suspicious. Part of the job. Right now Prince Eldarion is trying to decide which noblewoman will be his bride. I have been 'guarding' these girls for a week now, and I am about to stab myself in the throat." Sphinx laughs, this time his words come easier. This elf was a loner, not like most elves that he had met, which was fine by him. Elves were not exactly his favorite crowd.
"Well, I bid you a good night. If you need directions to a place to stay for the night or something, just ask a guard. Farewell." Sphinx walked back to his posts, sensing that this elf was not here to cause trouble.
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Post by Menel on Dec 17, 2004 22:24:07 GMT -5
Menel had laughed along with Sphinx, having never met a guard like him before. She watched him walk away and looked back to the crowd. So, Prince Eldarion is chosing a wife...She though to herself.
Menel rose up on her tip toes and tried to look over everyone, but still failed to see anything. She tied her horse to a post and started to walk in, but was stopped by a guard. "I'm sorry, Miss, but if you wish to enter, you'll have to leave your weapons." Menel looked at the guard then down to her sword. She would not give it up and had to stay at the back, still unable to see anything.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 17, 2004 22:28:01 GMT -5
*Tolwyn, by the time Eldarion asks her for a dance, had had a few glasses of wine. It has softened her judgement, and she smiles pleasantly at Eldarion as they waltz effortlessly across the floor. They begin to talk, Tolwyn telling him of life in Rohan and Eldarion telling her of life at the Citadel. After the song ends, Eldarion is quite curious about this fair-haired maiden and walks out to the gardens with her.
*Tolwyn has forgotten herself completely, and now she is giggling and flirting like any ditz. She walks arm-in-arm with the prince throgh the small moonlit garden, talking quietly. The effect of the wine is wearing off. Music begins to float through the air again, and Eldarion begins to waltz with her again. He stops halfway through and holds both her hands.
*Tolwyn looks up at him, conscious now of all her thoughts. Eldarion smiles down at her and before she can say anything, he pulls her close and kisses her. Tolwyn almost pushes him back, but part of her mind begins to scream Conform, let the old self die, and she allows herself to melt into the kiss. She puts her arms around his neck, feeling that it's rather nice, something she's never experienced before, and it sends a fluttery feeling to her stomach. Eldarion pull her very close and deepens the kiss, Tolwyn is disgusted but plays along, and finally he pulls back, breathing deep.
"What was that?" she questions, trying not to let the anger in her voice show. "Just... mmm... testing," Eldarion says with a suave smile. "I rather like you, Tolwyn. You're as interesting as the country you hail from. But alas, I must dance with the others. I still haven't danced with those Ithilien girls..." The last sentence mumbled to himself, Eldarion leaves Tolwyn to sit and think as he goes back into the building. And sit she does, on a bench covered in shadow, as she tries to sort out the many feelings (lust, longing, sadness, despair, regret) tumbling around inside of her.
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Post by Draco on Dec 18, 2004 18:01:10 GMT -5
Sphinx is suprised by what he sees. Of all the people he would expect to see kissing the Prince that deeply, Tolwyn was not one of them. Sphinx watched the girl carefully, seeing the mix of emotions cross her face. Sphinx too is conflicted. He knows that a strong queen would be good for Gondor, but what he is not sure of is if Tolwyn would become a strong queen. By her actions this evening, it looked as if she would weaken, just like the other girls. Eldarion liked Tolwyn, liked her a lot. This was as plain as day. Sphinx knew that odds were good that he would select Tolwyn as his bride. He had kissed most of the girls deeply, just like he had Tolwyn, but there was one key difference. Eldarion hadn't brought the other girls in so closely when he had kissed them. They had been fun little conquests. Tolwyn had been the prize.
"Eldarion doesn't want a strong bride, though. He would not feel the same way if the girl hadn't been drunk," Sphinx thought to himself, pretending to guard, but really just thinking over what he was seeing. As he watched the Prince he saw the same lack of passion as he danced, conversed, and kissed the other girls. Tolwyn was whom he had his eyes on. Sphinx knew who he would pick. "She needs to remain strong. She must remain strong. Don't conform Tolwyn, that is the last thing this land needs," Sphinx thought to himself as he watched the events of the evening.
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Post by Menel on Dec 18, 2004 20:33:41 GMT -5
Menel sighed when the night began to come to an end. The people of the city were leaving the citadel. She took a step back and leaned against the wall. Well, i guess since I didn't see them there, at least I'll see them when they leave.She thought. Just then, as the people began to pass her by, two gaurds walked over to her and stood in front of her. Since she didn't give up her weapons, they wanted to make sure she didn't try anything when the people walked by. She could see between them. She watched all the ladies who the prince had to chose from. She frowned. She looked down as the people went to pass on by, going unoticed by all and seemed to just blend into the wall.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 19, 2004 19:44:10 GMT -5
*Later that night, when it is over, Eldarion sits with his father in the throne room, discussing the women. King Elessar, as he talks, seems to have no hint of doubt in his voice. After casual talk he asks his son: "So, Eldarion, were the women nice?"
Eldarion replies, "Yes, father, I liked them all, but-" Elessar cuts him off, and says "It's settled then. You are going to marry Tolwyn, daughter fo Eomer."
"But father, I-"
"All the other woman are from Gondor. They will be under your rule, as all the lands of Gondor are. But Rohan is a different nation, with its own king. We must strengthen our bonds with them. I was fortunate enough to fight alongside dear Eomer and become a friend. The Rohirrim have short tempers, son. They are very stubborn. But if there was ever a rebellion, the future King would never fight against his brother-in-law. He would not risk harm to his sister."
*Eldarion sits back, stunned for a few seconds, "But father, I like the daughter of Faramir-" "But you just said you like all of the women. Come on, son! Really, if you don't absolutely hate her, you can grow to love her. Now, go to sleep, and in the morning we will discuss further plans."
*Eldarion leaves the citadel, but not to go to his room. Instead he sneaks quietly to the guest houses, and enters Athelgwen's room. Earlier after 'testing' Tolwyn, and a small dance with Rostdae (who was waay too young for him), he began a dance with Athelgwen. He became immediatly enchanted with her, and everything about her.
*Even though they had grown up together as best friends, he had never been sttracted to her like this. As the night progressed he spent more and more time with her, and eventually started walking with her too. When they reached a bench by the wall of the 5th circle, they sat together, and Athelgwen told him everything. He admitted his feeling too, and forgetting about the ball and every other girl, he spent the rest of the evening in the most romantic way ever. Eventually they both realized how late it was, and that Eldarion was meeting his father. Eldarion made a promise to her there and then. He would marry her no matter what.
*So the reason Eldarion is sneaking to her now is to tell her of his father's plans for the kingdom... and of his own little plan to take place in a few years. Meanwhile, poor confused Tolwyn left the gardens a long while ago and was now fitfully sleeping in her own comfy bed.
((to be continued... muahhahaha.)
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 27, 2004 2:36:52 GMT -5
((just fyi... the next post I do in here will be over a span of many years. So, finish up any current activities with your character or it will be confusing. If you want, it can be confusing  that's somewhat fun. but yeah. just to let you know so you're not like "WHOA! That post talks about a LOT of years insted of a few hours! WHOA!" and now you have no excuse to say that ;D well, as the Elves say, "Namarie mellyn nin"  ) |
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Post by PrinceLegolas on Jan 1, 2005 22:19:49 GMT -5
(What if Saiven had never fallen under Menel's control...)
Saiven wakes up in a cold sweat and finds himself, not in Mirkwood, as he had been dreaming, but still in the inn in Minas Tirith. He gets up and walks down to the bar and orders a mulled mead. He looked up and found it was day. Instead of going and sightseeing that day, as he had planned, he decides to go out into Pelennor, just to ride about.
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Post by QofM on Jan 2, 2005 0:25:53 GMT -5
Dunoiel cleans after the Princes ball. She had spent the night serving punch and other refreshments to the guests; but that was finally done. She did not hate her job here, at the palace, it could become tiring though. Caring a stack of cloths used to cover tables sitting in the Citadel Dunoiel walks back toward the washing room (there is a washing room right?).
Some of the young ladies that had attended the ball tonight look slightly inebriated, their appointed servants leading them back to their rooms. Then again, it might not have been the drinks served as much as it was their own personal conversation with the prince. Many of the girls looked dazed, like country girls seeing the big city for the first time. Dunoiel laughed wryly to herself. Walking in to the washing rooms a flood of gossip seemed to flow over her. She quickly set down the sheets and walked out once more. That was something that set her teeth on end; endless talk with out courtesy. Sighing she made here way towards the gate near the Citadel. Night was beginning to fade in to morning as finally reached the gate.
(I'll put up the char sheet in a bit:))
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that's somewhat fun. but yeah. just to let you know so you're not like "WHOA! That post talks about a LOT of years insted of a few hours! WHOA!" and now you have no excuse to say that ;D well, as the Elves say, "Namarie mellyn nin" 
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