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Post by eleryn on Jan 2, 2005 1:00:45 GMT -5
A particularly loud clap of thunder woke Eleryn with a start. Randir was drenched, but showed no signs that he cared too much. He was looking towards the camp they had left only an hour or so ago.
"It's alright now, we left her." she said quietly, standing to rub his nose. He continued to look towards the camp, and neighed nervously. "What is it?" she asked, looking in the same direction. She strained her eyes to try and make out even Menel, but the unceasing rain and the dark of the night kept her and her camp cloaked and out of sight.
There is more than just Menel and Dernwine now she thought to herself. She mounted Randir and he took off, heading to run past the camp to see what was going on and to get away at the same time.
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Post by PrinceLegolas on Jan 2, 2005 1:16:16 GMT -5
Nevias sits up in a tree, cloaked and hooded still, always watching Menel.
"She will not deny me..." he thinks to himself, "She will come around."
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Post by Menel on Jan 2, 2005 1:25:42 GMT -5
Menel tapped the parchment on her knee a few times and tucked it away in her bag. She stood up, ignoring the presence that still lingered about and began to hear the light beating of horse hooves. She glanced over her shoulder into the darkness and looked around. She could only see the shadow's from below the hill, Derwine and her horse. She glared out into the darkness and turned to face the forest. She let her green eyes focus on one thing, and she stood for several minutes, staring at a little leaf.
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Post by Tolwyn on Jan 2, 2005 1:28:06 GMT -5
*Dernwine sits still awhile, listening to the rain. She remembers being a tiny child, sitting on her mother's lap in the nursery and watching a thunderstorm for the first time. She gets a bit bored and searches through her pack for something to do. ((should've broguht the gameboy, lol )) *Dernwine takes off her helm ((she is hidden under a giant dark green cloak)) and sets it beside her, and empties the usual stuff out of her pack and onto the grass. Food, flasks of water and wine, a candle she stole from the last inn, tinderbox for lighting fires, food for Baldor, bag of money, a map, a grey ((lothlorien-cloak-type)) blanket (this she takes and throws it on over the cloak, making herself more invisible), a set of small to use after hunting something, and finally at the very bottom of the bag in her journal, pencil and package. The package has in it her aunt Eowyn's dress, given to her long ago, and worn on her 15th birthday. It's supposedly the dress she ran away in, and since it's with her none of the people looking for her knows she is disguised. *Tolwyn uses the tinderbox to light the candle and pulls her journal and pencil out. She reads through soem of it, a sad smile on her face, and then she begins to write. Her last entry was written in some cramped, dirty inn in Bree a few months ago. Why oh why did I not stay at the Prancing Pony... oi she thinks. She begins to write: "Today I encountered Elves again. such lucky creatures, to be immune to sickness and death. I myself just had a cold a few weeks ago, luckily I was at the town on Esgaroth at the time and they had lovely wine there. It's raining now, here on the open hills of the Westemnet. There's a cold wind, and since I am using both my blanket and cloak for shelter from the rain I am freezing. Elfwine was almost right about me not lasting a year in the wilderness. But I have, somehow, partly because I spend half of the time in dank cheap inns in small towns, with a roof over my head and warm food when I want, and beds. Oooh, beds. In the Golden Hall, my room had a wonderful soft matress, at least three thick quilts, and as many goose-down pillows as I wished. The little inns, they are quaint but so uncomfortable. And to pay, i usually get a temporary job as a stableboy at the nearest stable. An easy job for one of the Rohirrim, really. Well, I wonder if the Elf on the hill knows I am still here. Baldor has just stood up, and is grazing once again. I think I will sit out the rest of this storm doing nothing. farewell" *Tolwyn puts all the things back in her pack, and lifts up a flap of the blanket to look out across the plains. Rohan is so beautiful...
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Post by eleryn on Jan 2, 2005 1:30:01 GMT -5
Eleryn allowed Randir to get close to the camp, but not too close. Just close enough to see what was happening.
Only Menel was at the camp, standing and staring at something. It felt like there was another person, maybe even two, hiding somewhere in the shadows. She slowed Randir to walk when they entered the little forest, and watched for anything that could be hiding and in league with Menel.
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Post by PrinceLegolas on Jan 2, 2005 1:43:30 GMT -5
Nevias looks down to see a familiar face...Eleryn of Mirkwood. The one who exiled him and killed his family. Unable to control his rage he slips down from the tree and tries to sneak around towards her, thinking maybe instead of destroying her he'll take her mind. An insider....yes....excellent.
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Post by Menel on Jan 2, 2005 1:48:11 GMT -5
Menel finally got what she was waiting for. By letting her eyes focus on one thing, she was able to see Nevias slip down from the tree. She had also heard the rider enter the forest.
She left Sereg for a moment and slowly went to the edge of the trees, hiding herself well between branches. She had to stare at something again to see where the rider went and waited several minutes.
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Post by eleryn on Jan 2, 2005 1:53:40 GMT -5
Randir stopped and flattened his ears, and Eleryn imediately knew she wasn't alone. Try as she might, however, she could not hear anything, and the trees coupled with the rain hindered her sight even more.
To feel more comfortable, she took out one of her long knives and held it close to her side. Her hood was down so you could see the rain drip off of her hair and face. It was also obvious that she was nervous.
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Post by PrinceLegolas on Jan 2, 2005 1:56:50 GMT -5
Nevias walks, almost slithered, towards eleryn, still cloaked in darkness. When he was directly behind her he finally spoke it his most soothing tones,
"You look as if you require shelter. Perhaps you would accompany me back to my camp..."
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Post by eleryn on Jan 2, 2005 2:00:24 GMT -5
Eleryn jumped, being startled. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as she turned to try and see who was talking.
"Who are you?" she asked, trying to ignore the temptation of following whoever was talking. It sounded nice though. Sleep at this point was what she wanted, but her training refused to allow her to.
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Post by PrinceLegolas on Jan 2, 2005 2:02:35 GMT -5
Nevias smiles, knowing everything is going as planned.
"My name is not of importance, but if you would wish to know I would much rather tell you of these matters at my camp..."
With this sentence he adds another layer to his voice, making his voice even more relaxing. A trait common among half-elves.
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Post by Menel on Jan 2, 2005 2:02:55 GMT -5
Menel glanced up, having seen Eleryn move. She watched the two with a raised eyebrow. She could only see a little of Nevias as he was behind the horse. She smiled slightly and walked out of the woods and back to the hilltop where Sereg was still waiting. She ran her hand down his neck, glancing at the forest every so often.
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Post by Tolwyn on Jan 2, 2005 2:09:13 GMT -5
*Tolwyn blows out the candle she was writing by and scooches over so she is facing the hill where Menel is. She puts her cloak on, but leaves the blanket draped over her. She keeps her helm off but keeps one of her hands on it just in case someone sees her and comes over. With the other hands, she lifts up the edge of the blanket so she can see all the goings-on outside. As her eyes adjust to the dark, she watches the Elves...
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Post by eleryn on Jan 2, 2005 2:10:53 GMT -5
Eleryn looked around, surprised she couldn't see who was talking. It sounded so close. "I-- " Randir snorted which brought her back to her senses. "I think I am alright for the moment, but if you'd like, you could walk with me. I would feel better if I could see you, however..." she added. There was something familiar in the voice, and it was beginning to bother her. But at the same time, she was too tired to care.
What about Menel, it could be one of her's. she thought quickly, but her merciful side told her that it could just be a lonely traveler like Dernwine.
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Post by PrinceLegolas on Jan 2, 2005 2:14:27 GMT -5
"But of course..."
Nevias stepped in front of eleryn where she could see him.
"This rain is brutal, are you quite sure you do not wish for shelter for the night?"
Nevias adds another layer to his voice, using much of his power. Mirkwood elves are highly trained against mind control it seems.
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