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Post by Menel on Dec 11, 2004 23:24:14 GMT -5
Menel looked over the rolling hills from atop Sereg. He was breathing heavy and had sweat dripping from his chest. They had just come out of a sprint, of course, it was nothing he couldn't handle. He can go for miles without tiring.
The red glow of the setting sun had now completely gone behind the mountains. She would continue through the night, but decided to make camp. She dismounted Sereg and wrapped the reins around the saddle. He would either follow or stand there, depending on what she was doing.
Clouds rolled on by, opening the heavens. The stars shone more brightly than ever. Everything seemed to stand still that night. There was a light breeze, however. It swept across the grassy plains like an ocean wave.
Menel turned and gathered a few twigs and logs to get a small fire started. She put the wood in a pile beside a boulder that sat on what seemed like the tallest hill there and sat down against the boulder; looking out over the plains. Menel reached over and pulled a bag from around her shoulder. Within it contained healing herbs, cloth, wraps, a bundle of pipe weed and her pipe. She pulled out her pipe and some pipe weed. Within minutes a small fire filled the small area. The glow could probably be seen from a distance.
The only thing that could be heard that night was the soft popping noise coming from her fire.Lighting her pipe with a hot stick, she sat back against the boulder, smoking her pipe and enjoying the stillness and solitude.
She watched as the fire danced upon the wood. Sereg had followed Menel up the hill and stood beside her. The moonlight casted down on them, making them a terrible sight to anyone.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 11, 2004 23:35:52 GMT -5
*Dernwine rides east, she passed through the Gap of Rohan many hours ago and is heading to Gondor. It feels so unbelieveably good to be hoem, but she can't stay for fear of being caught. But she can still stay one night...
She slows Baldor down to a trot when she sees a fire lit on the crest of one of the larger hills. She slows him again to a walk when they are 100 feet away, and dismounts at 50 feet away... leaving Baldor to graze and taking her pack with her, she walks nearer and nearer to the campfire.
She keeps her hand on the handle of her sword but doesn't draw it... who knows, this camper may be nice.
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Post by Menel on Dec 11, 2004 23:45:59 GMT -5
Menel heard the light patter of hoof beats in the distance. From experience, most would stop, having seen a fire. She rested her hand on Ruin's hilt, a habbit she had gotten into. Sereg stood behind her, pawing at the ground having heard the other horse.
Her dark hood sheilded her face, but the soft glow of the fire caught her green eyes. They shone out past the darkness. She leaned back a bit and waited to see if anyone would decide to join her at her camp.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 12, 2004 0:02:38 GMT -5
*Dernwine adjusts her helm and strides over to the fire. She sees Menel and bows to her.
"Hullo m'lady... may I share the warmth of your campfire?"
*Dernwine notices the glint of green eyes and watches Menel warily, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Menel on Dec 12, 2004 0:08:01 GMT -5
Menel eyed the stranger from under her hood. She held out her hand and bowed her head, motioning for the traveler to go ahead and join her. Her hand returned to the hilt of Ruin as she continued to watch the person.
Sereg's eyes glowed red in the light of the fire. He turned and went to the plains beneath the hill to graze. Menel went on to smoke her pipe, not offering to strike up a conversartion with this person.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 12, 2004 0:13:18 GMT -5
*Dernwine sits s few feet away from Menel, takes her hand off her sword as she takes an apple out of her pack.
"So," she starts in, taking a bite, "Wher're you *MUNCH* from?" *munch chewchewchew*
Baldor meanwhile looks up from his grazing to see a non-Meara, black stallion approaching. Mearas being s bit snobbish about their rank, Baldor snorts and turns away from the new horse, swishing his tail.
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Post by Menel on Dec 12, 2004 0:20:05 GMT -5
Menel looked disgusted at Dernwine. "Mirkwood." She told her in her hard and cold voice. "And youself?" She rolled her eyes at the thought of a conversation. Her fingers began to run over the prints in the hilt of Ruin.
She leaned back a bit and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes only left the stranger for a moment and that was only to look down to Sereg. He would come when she called, but she still liked to know where he was. He had pinned his ears and nickered at the other horse. He wandered through the plains close by and found a patch of sweet grass to munch on.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 12, 2004 0:34:30 GMT -5
*Dernwine gets halfway through her apple and smiles. "I'm from Edoras, grew up admiring these hills." She gets another 1/4 of her apple finished and stares at it for a minute, thinking. "Did you know you can make alcohol out of apples?" She then goes on talking and talking, explaining how if you crush and strain the apples and let the juice ferment for a few weeks, then you can freeze it overnight and remove the excess water (ice) in the morning and you are left with a very alcoholic drink that, if you drink too much, you can be struck down blind.
*She then goes on another schpiel about what mix of apples to use for this, and the tastes of various types of apples, and where apples grow (mostly in the Shire and the orchards of Gondor). The whole time she is talking, she occasionally takes a bite of her apple and munches it. When she is done talking, and done with the apple, she throws the core over her shoulder and leans back on her elbows... totally relaxed.
"So where are you going to? Is it a great journey, or are you a mere traveler like myself?"
*Baldor completely ignores Sereg, grazing at his leisure. When he feels full, he glances back at Sereg and neighs softly, then takes off full gallop for a few hundred feet, turns, and gallops back, as if to say "look at what i can do, na na na nyah nyah"
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Post by Menel on Dec 12, 2004 0:45:57 GMT -5
By now, Menel had her dagger drawn and was digging into the dirt. She was tired of listening to Derwine ramble on and on about mere apples. She sighed rather loudly for him to hear.
"Finally." She thought when Dernwine paused for a moment. Her head fell back onto the boulder once Dernwine began to talk again, but this time questioning her. She sheathed her dagger back into her boot, "%I don't know where I'm going yet.%" She thought maybe the Black Speech would throw him to where he would stop talking for a bit.
Meanwhile, Sereg had been grazing peacefully until Baldor started to prance around. Although Sereg wasn't of Meara, he could compare to one. No horse could come close to his magnificence. He went on to ignore the pracing horse and continued to graze.
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Post by eleryn on Dec 12, 2004 21:37:19 GMT -5
Eleryn took a deep breath of the cool night air and looked across the plain. It was so open, and the stars were so bright that she could see for miles around. Everything was a perfect shade of blue and grey. She slowed Randir when she saw a fire atop a hill in the distance.
Normally the elf captain was not so nosy, but as she was on her vacation, she decided who else was on the plains that night. Randir was ready to rest for the night, and needed no urging to make his way towards the campsite.
As she got closer, she noticed that there were two sharing the campsite. When she was at the foot of the hill she dismounted Randir and allowed him to go on his way to graze and rest for the night. She then started to climb up the hill, and found one very relaxed rohirrim man and a cloaked character. She guessed that the person was an elf, but decided not to make any assuptions.
"Mind if I stay here for awhile? I have my own food, I just wanted some company." she asked the two.
Randir spotted Sereg and immediately flattened his ears. He backed up and waited at the foot of the hill for Eleryn to come back.
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Post by Menel on Dec 12, 2004 21:51:16 GMT -5
Menel took only a glance at the new person thinking, "Great..another one..." Her mistake was that she didn't take a deeper look at this person. She motioned for the person to sit down, hoping that the man would take an interest in talking to her and get her off the hook.
She took another puff of her pipe and glanced up. She did a double take to the new person and couldn't help but stare. Not only did she know this elf, it was the very captain she fought with that night in Mirkwood.... the night she was exiled. A slight evil grin came across her face, though the only thing could be seen was the glowing of her eyes.
Menel relaxed a bit. She leaned back, crossed her arms and her legs and looked at the two; thinking what trouble she could stir up that night. It wasn't all the time she came across her former captain. She raised her hand and stuck her pipe in her mouth, this time leaving it there. Her hand returned to resting on Ruin's hilt.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 13, 2004 17:40:02 GMT -5
Lucky for Eleryn, Dernwine is sitting between her and Menel. She offers Eleryn an apple, takes a swig out of a second flagon she has (Rohirric white wine she snuck out of a bar), and attempts to start a conversation about the web-building habits of the spiders of Mirkwood.
Meanwhile, Baldor (seeing that Sereg ignored him) has moved to a new patch of grass to graze. Then the new horse comes, a horse Baldor has met on some journey before ((most likely...)). Baldor nickers a 'hello' to Randir and grazes slowly on his favorite grass.
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Post by Menel on Dec 13, 2004 20:58:36 GMT -5
Although Dernwine begins to ramble on again, Menel actually takes interest. She had faced the spiders of Mirkwood, but that is not the main reason she is listening. She had the upper hand in this situation. Both of these people sitting here with evil, though not knowing it.
Menel's eyes seemed to glow more feirce than before as she watched the two. She thought about her mind spell for a breif moment, but quickly turned down that idea. "No, they would know immediantly." She thinks. "It would be best if I let them go on, talking amongst themselves, taking in the information.." She grins beneath her hood. Blending in was something she was an expert at. She could be so quiet and unnoticable, you wouldn't even think she was there. She took another puff of her pipe, the smoke rose out from beneath her hood and was carried away by the light breeze.
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Post by eleryn on Dec 13, 2004 21:11:59 GMT -5
Eleryn sits down and thanks the cloaked person. She decides that it is an elf, but the fact doesn't make her comfortable. She ignores this and accepts the apple from the man. She half way joins in what the man is saying, correcting him when needed, but mostly looks at the elf. Something feels all wrong.
Eleryn scolds herself for being so paranoid silently. What are the chances that this elf is evil? Slim to none. She thinks to herself, keeping up with what the man is saying. She tries to see something that could ease her mind about the stranger, but only catches a flash of green eyes in the flicker of the fire.
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Post by Tolwyn on Dec 13, 2004 21:47:06 GMT -5
*Dernwine somehow gets off-topic and becomes quiet. Then pipes up: "So, m'lady Elf, have we met before? I travel many places with many people, and you seem familiar, what is your name?"
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