Post by Menel on Feb 16, 2005 21:40:27 GMT -5
* Mattheapar lies in his bed, reading a book on Middle Earth history he got from the library
* Mattheapar is trying to make Rosco thinks he likes books, but doesn't think he is doing a good job
<Mattheapar> (lol)
* Mattheapar dozes off before he realizes what is going on
* Menel is riding along the edge of the mountains, looking down into Rivendell. Sereg again had a spell over him, making him look like pure white. She has her hood up over her eyes and her hand resting on Ruin's hilt
* Reodwyn makes the softest of murmurs as she slowly opens her eyes to greet the soft dim rays of the sun as they lay opon her face. She sits up, rubs her eyes, and yawns. She loved being in Rivendell...it was a bright, warm, and extremely comforting place to reside in. She really doesn't know why she came back in the first place...but she was glad she had made that decision as she dresses and arranges her hair.
<Reodwyn> (*upon..yay..typo queen strikes again)
* Nevias rides not far behind menel, cloaked and hooded as well
<Mattheapar> (sorry on phone)
* Reodwyn smiles as she walks from her chambers and into the sunlit walkways of Rivendell, greeting elves as she passes them by until she makes it to her favorite spot among a quiet little courtyard nestled in between two great trees. She is carrying a rather small leather bound book with no title upon the front, and a small pen is sticking out of the book. She sits down, and begins to write...poetry...descriptions...thoughts...anything that str
<Menel> (cut off at that str)
<Reodwyn> *struck her
* Menel stops Sereg where the ledge stops and the trail starts down the sides into the city. She glared down into the city, thinking of the previous times she'd been there
* Roscheniel organizes books in the giant library... humming an ancient tune and thinknig up new inventions to herself...
* Mattheapar sleeps
* Reodwyn has planned to only stay in Rivendell for one more day...she was rather melancholy about reaturning to the great halls of Meduseld in Rohan, where she would resume her traditional duty as minstrel. She looked down upon the ground in front of her knees and touched the stone that bore her mother's name...it was placed there in rememberance of the woman who she had never gazed upon.
<Reodwyn> (wow. o.o;; all my things are really long >.>;
* Nevias stops and narrows his eyes, seeing yet another city that turned him away after his exile. 'There will come a day' he thinks 'when all half-elves will rise up against the enemy that is the elvish community.'
<Reodwyn> (my friend makes me write giant posts for message boards...like...3 paragraphs. XD)
<Mattheapar> (that is giant?)
<Reodwyn> (3 minimum >.>)
<Mattheapar> (oh)
* Menel gives Sereg a light kick and turns him towards the trails. She leans back slightly as he started to head down them
<Nevias> (1/2 done)
* Reodwyn reaches into a small beaded pouch that is tied securely around her waist and removes her dearest treasure, her ocarina, and holds it to her heart...moving it to her lips she plays a slow requiem...the one she made for her mother. Whenever she visited Rivendell, she'd come to this spot and play it...to show her mother how good she had done in learning the instrument. "...Now what..." she whispered with a sigh, not knowing what to do with al
* Nevias follows again, hoping one day to find others of the half-elven race, like his brother, and bring them together somewhere, to oppose the elven enemy.
<Mattheapar> (alright done)
<Mattheapar> (sorry it was a friend I haven't talked to in a LONG time)
<Reodwyn> (yay )
<Mattheapar> (Costa Rica buddy)
<Reodwyn> (hehe..i'm afraid of the phone ^_^;
<Mattheapar> (that is the longest I have ever talked)
<Mattheapar> (lol)
* Mattheapar tumbles in his sleep and makes odd noises
<Mattheapar> (*scrolls up to see all*)
<Reodwyn> (i haven't had a pure conversation with someone on the phone for like...4 years o.o;)
<Mattheapar> (you should call me!)
<Mattheapar> ()
<Reodwyn> (x.x.x.x.x that'd be scary for me rofl)
<Mattheapar> (lol)
<Reodwyn> (because phones have awkward silent moments...)
<Mattheapar> (my parents wouldn't let me call a stranger so you would have to call me )
<Nevias> (i dont talk on the phone. the only time i ever did was to my old girlfriend and my friend kirk, and thats about it)
<Mattheapar> (*wonders if they know the same kirk*)
<Mattheapar> (j/k)
<Mattheapar> (what is a good name for him)
<Mattheapar> (it must be as good as Mattheapar )
<Nevias> (we call him kirkus)
* Matts_Bro has joined #war
<Matts_Bro> (hey)
<Matts_Bro> (lol)
<Matts_Bro> (I need a name)
* Matts_Bro is now known as Kirkus
<Kirkus> ()
<Kirkus> (thanks for the name PL)
<Nevias> (he will kill you if he finds out you're using his word)
<Roscheniel> (I know! Rather Dashing!)
<Mattheapar> (lol)
<Roscheniel> (have you guys seen the new 'trailer' yet? lol)
* Reodwyn is clad in a long, flowing, mint green dress with leaves embroidered in shining silver strands of thread. Two butterfly hair combs are set right above her long plaited pigtails, and they glisten playfully in the sun. The wind plays around her as she kneels, makin the light folds of her dress flutter about.
* Mattheapar is trying to make Rosco thinks he likes books, but doesn't think he is doing a good job
<Mattheapar> (lol)
* Mattheapar dozes off before he realizes what is going on
* Menel is riding along the edge of the mountains, looking down into Rivendell. Sereg again had a spell over him, making him look like pure white. She has her hood up over her eyes and her hand resting on Ruin's hilt
* Reodwyn makes the softest of murmurs as she slowly opens her eyes to greet the soft dim rays of the sun as they lay opon her face. She sits up, rubs her eyes, and yawns. She loved being in Rivendell...it was a bright, warm, and extremely comforting place to reside in. She really doesn't know why she came back in the first place...but she was glad she had made that decision as she dresses and arranges her hair.
<Reodwyn> (*upon..yay..typo queen strikes again)
* Nevias rides not far behind menel, cloaked and hooded as well
<Mattheapar> (sorry on phone)
* Reodwyn smiles as she walks from her chambers and into the sunlit walkways of Rivendell, greeting elves as she passes them by until she makes it to her favorite spot among a quiet little courtyard nestled in between two great trees. She is carrying a rather small leather bound book with no title upon the front, and a small pen is sticking out of the book. She sits down, and begins to write...poetry...descriptions...thoughts...anything that str
<Menel> (cut off at that str)
<Reodwyn> *struck her
* Menel stops Sereg where the ledge stops and the trail starts down the sides into the city. She glared down into the city, thinking of the previous times she'd been there
* Roscheniel organizes books in the giant library... humming an ancient tune and thinknig up new inventions to herself...
* Mattheapar sleeps
* Reodwyn has planned to only stay in Rivendell for one more day...she was rather melancholy about reaturning to the great halls of Meduseld in Rohan, where she would resume her traditional duty as minstrel. She looked down upon the ground in front of her knees and touched the stone that bore her mother's name...it was placed there in rememberance of the woman who she had never gazed upon.
<Reodwyn> (wow. o.o;; all my things are really long >.>;
* Nevias stops and narrows his eyes, seeing yet another city that turned him away after his exile. 'There will come a day' he thinks 'when all half-elves will rise up against the enemy that is the elvish community.'
<Reodwyn> (my friend makes me write giant posts for message boards...like...3 paragraphs. XD)
<Mattheapar> (that is giant?)
<Reodwyn> (3 minimum >.>)
<Mattheapar> (oh)
* Menel gives Sereg a light kick and turns him towards the trails. She leans back slightly as he started to head down them
<Nevias> (1/2 done)
* Reodwyn reaches into a small beaded pouch that is tied securely around her waist and removes her dearest treasure, her ocarina, and holds it to her heart...moving it to her lips she plays a slow requiem...the one she made for her mother. Whenever she visited Rivendell, she'd come to this spot and play it...to show her mother how good she had done in learning the instrument. "...Now what..." she whispered with a sigh, not knowing what to do with al
* Nevias follows again, hoping one day to find others of the half-elven race, like his brother, and bring them together somewhere, to oppose the elven enemy.
<Mattheapar> (alright done)
<Mattheapar> (sorry it was a friend I haven't talked to in a LONG time)
<Reodwyn> (yay )
<Mattheapar> (Costa Rica buddy)
<Reodwyn> (hehe..i'm afraid of the phone ^_^;
<Mattheapar> (that is the longest I have ever talked)
<Mattheapar> (lol)
* Mattheapar tumbles in his sleep and makes odd noises
<Mattheapar> (*scrolls up to see all*)
<Reodwyn> (i haven't had a pure conversation with someone on the phone for like...4 years o.o;)
<Mattheapar> (you should call me!)
<Mattheapar> ()
<Reodwyn> (x.x.x.x.x that'd be scary for me rofl)
<Mattheapar> (lol)
<Reodwyn> (because phones have awkward silent moments...)
<Mattheapar> (my parents wouldn't let me call a stranger so you would have to call me )
<Nevias> (i dont talk on the phone. the only time i ever did was to my old girlfriend and my friend kirk, and thats about it)
<Mattheapar> (*wonders if they know the same kirk*)
<Mattheapar> (j/k)
<Mattheapar> (what is a good name for him)
<Mattheapar> (it must be as good as Mattheapar )
<Nevias> (we call him kirkus)
* Matts_Bro has joined #war
<Matts_Bro> (hey)
<Matts_Bro> (lol)
<Matts_Bro> (I need a name)
* Matts_Bro is now known as Kirkus
<Kirkus> ()
<Kirkus> (thanks for the name PL)
<Nevias> (he will kill you if he finds out you're using his word)
<Roscheniel> (I know! Rather Dashing!)
<Mattheapar> (lol)
<Roscheniel> (have you guys seen the new 'trailer' yet? lol)
* Reodwyn is clad in a long, flowing, mint green dress with leaves embroidered in shining silver strands of thread. Two butterfly hair combs are set right above her long plaited pigtails, and they glisten playfully in the sun. The wind plays around her as she kneels, makin the light folds of her dress flutter about.