Post by Tolwyn on Jul 18, 2005 0:15:47 GMT -5
Jan 22, 2005, 1:09pm
* PrinceLegolas wakes up, gets dressed and goes to do some stuff
* Kementari jumps down out of the tree and wanders back into the palace, looking for
the prince
* PrinceLegolas walks to the main gate of the palace and looks out at the forest,
his mind wandering
* Kementari sees the Prince at the gates as she heads for them. She would ask him if
there was anything that needed to be done.. Waiting around like this had grown
old.. She needed something to do
* PrinceLegolas spies kementari walking towards him, his mind still wandering
* Roscheniel wakes up, she had finally fallen asleep
* Kementari walks up to the Prince, a few feet away and slightly bowed her head
* PrinceLegolas returns the bow
<PrinceLegolas> mae govannen kementari
* Kementari smiles slightly and nods her head in response, but the smile quickly
fades. "My Lord, is there anything you would have me do?"
* Roscheniel has maade up her mind... this whole Legolas thing is stupid... she
misses her job, her parents, the clearness of Rivendell
* Roscheniel changes into her original (now dry) dress, packs her things, and walks
outside... wondering if she could borrow a horse and maybe an escort... she's not
much into travelling in the wild
* PrinceLegolas thinks about it for a moment. "No. Not until eleryn returns.
Hopefully that will be soon, Kementari," he lowers his voice, "I fear war is
coming to The Wood of Green Leaves..."
* Roscheniel locates the stables, tries to asks teh worker there for a horse
* Roscheniel finds there are plenty extra horses... so she goes to Legolas to
inquire about an escort
<Roscheniel> Prince? *taps him on the shoulder*
* Kementari sighs and looks away, "Yes... It probably will.." She looks down,
feeling the guilt rest on her shoulders that it was her fault. She looked back up,
slightly moving her hair from her face. Her scars were breifly seen before hidden
by her hair again. She was feeling useless now, she pondered why she returned..
* PrinceLegolas whirls
<PrinceLegolas> ah, Roscheniel, how may I be of service this fine day?
* PrinceLegolas speaks happily, masking his dead
<Roscheniel> I am leaving for home today, I was wondering if I could hire an escort?
Just a guard or something, someone who can defend me and help with making camp and
fires and all that wilderness stuff..
* PrinceLegolas is dismayed for a moment and then realizes he can not allow Rosco to
leave mirkwood, but how to comvince her to stay......
<PrinceLegolas> I am deeply sorry, we can spare no guards or soldiers at this point
* Kementari glances at the two and moves away from them slightly, so they could talk
by themselves
* Roscheniel shifts her bag to the other shoulder and waits for an answer
* Roscheniel thinks, "Hmmmm"
<PrinceLegolas> If i could help you I could but i have seen naught but war and
suffering in my dreams of late
<Roscheniel> I will go by myself then. I must return to RIvendell, my parents will
be missing me, and my job is probably at stake...
<PrinceLegolas> I wouldnt not advise leaving the safety of the wood m'lady, the
world is a dangerous place...
* Kementari glances over at Rosco
<PrinceLegolas> and it is growing more dangerous even as we speak
* Roscheniel sighs, "It certainly seems like it... well, then, I will have to return
to escape the dangers of the world. Please, sir... I could ride fast
* Kementari clutches her fist and sighs as she looks up
* Roscheniel turns back to the stable... she can mimick what she watched Matt doing
to make fires and camp... and as for defending herself, there is naught but
spiders that would attack
<PrinceLegolas> I...I didn't want to have to say this but...the war I have forseen
originated in Rivendell.....
* Roscheniel crosses her arms
* PrinceLegolas follows after her, trying to persuade her to stay here
<Roscheniel> What reason do I have? The only reason I even came left yesterday... I
never wanted to come here
<PrinceLegolas> I...I wish no harm to come to you, and harm is ensured if you leave
now. It is a long journey back to rivendell, you are safe here. Please, I beg you
to reconsider
* Roscheniel stops outside the stable... considering
* Roscheniel sighs after a while
<Roscheniel> Can I at least write a letter to them?
* PrinceLegolas nods. That can be arranged.
* Kementari sits down at her post and wipes away the dirt that covered the words
Matt wrote
<PrinceLegolas> Yes, I can send a letter to Rivendell, but you must, for your
safety, stay here in mirkwood
* Kementari traces the carvings with her finger
<Roscheniel> Will my letter be confidential?
* PrinceLegolas nods. None shall read it but you, its recipient, and Illuvatar
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* Roscheniel smiles
* Roscheniel remembers something
<Roscheniel> oh, and.... if I become a temporary librarian here, will I be able to
have my own studio with no rent?
<Roscheniel> Oh, and, again... what is the status of your art supplies here in the
middle of the forest?
<Roscheniel> Oil paints, pencils, canvases, paper for writing and sketching,
parchment and ink?
<PrinceLegolas> Yes, and we have plenty of everything you could need
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* Roscheniel positively grins
<Roscheniel> Well, I suppose I could stay for a while... that library does still
need some organizing...
* PrinceLegolas smiles.
* Kementari glares at the carvings and moves her hand over it again, covering the
writing. She stands up, takes a last look at the Prince and Rosco and disappears
into the gardens. She looked around the statues and climbed onto one that was
sitting. She reclined back onto and studied the face
<PrinceLegolas> I am glad you decided to stay here, where it is safe. Is there
anything you would require, besides what you have already mentioned?
* Roscheniel thinks... your courtship, Prince.... but doesn't say it out loud. "No,
sir, only your company." She smiles charmingly at him and begins walking. She goes
back to the east wing, remembering a room right by the library, with plenty of
room and a big south-facing window
* PrinceLegolas smiles. "Unfortunately i have some small business to take care of, I
will be around if you need me for anything.
* PrinceLegolas turns to walk away into Oropher's war room, where his grandfather
plotted Mirkwood's attack on the black gate, fearing once again the forces of
mirkwood will have to be called to battle
* Roscheniel moves in, and spends the rest of the day collecting the supplies she
mentioned and storing them in her room, and rearranging it like her studio back at
Rivendell. She then sits down to write the letter.
* Kementari puts her hands behind her head and crosses her legs, resting her foot on
the statue's shoulder
* PrinceLegolas plots all possible points of attack on mirkwood, thinking that
everyone able to wield a weapon will have to do so if mattheapar's forces march en
masse.
* PrinceLegolas calls for his courier, and orders him to send envoys to the elves in
lorien, to gimli and the dwarves of the glittering caves, and to Aragorn, asking
them for assistance if war should come to mirkwood.
* Kementari is now known as Menel
* Menel rides into the forest upon Sereg, though a spell was casted over him.
Instead of the menacing jet black stallion that everyone knew, she had a pure
white stallion that could match Shadowfax's beauty. She carefull scanned the area,
knowing the people who were around. Her hood was lowered, and her chestnut hair
covered half of her face.
<Roscheniel> "Dear Adar and Naneth: I am here in Mirkwood, and I miss you.
Mattheapar had to choose me for a companion for his travels, and I was captured;
but the Prince here is so handsome, and they are nice to me, so I don't mind. I
have my own room, all the art and writing supplies I need, and control of the old
Library here that needs desperate care. I do not know how long I will be held
here, but don't forget that I will think of you every day. Love always, Your daughter"
* Menel finds her way to the stables, not much had changed since she'd been exiled
all those years ago. She places Sereg in an empty stall and walks back out. The
guards there mistaked her as her sister, not taking the time to look deeper at
her. She passed through the gates with ease and wondered the palace
* Roscheniel seals that letter and lays it aside, and begins work on another
* Roscheniel left her door open
* PrinceLegolas senses something dark within his borders and immediately goes
downstairs to the gate. he has not felt that presence since...
* Menel looks over what she once knew, but had not forgoten. A sigh escaped her lips
as she ran her fingers along the marble walls. She turns the corner and starts to
head up a flight of stairs
* PrinceLegolas eyes someone familiar in his palace and begins to follow her,
suspicious already
* PrinceLegolas follows silently up the stairs, his beloved knives strapped to his
back in case of confrontation
* Menel stops when something catches her eye. She turns her head slightly and looks
upon a statue of the King
* Menel had intentionaly left Ruin and her bow strapped to Sereg's saddle
* PrinceLegolas silently stalks up behind Menel, who he is sure now is not kementari
<PrinceLegolas> Don't you ever die?
* Menel grins slightly, but doesn't take the time to turn around to the Prince. She
continues to look on at the statue, "I find it more amusing to be among the
living.."
<PrinceLegolas> And yet you must meddle in the affairs of others for the sake of
meddling?
* Menel turns around and looks the Prince up and down
<Menel> ..Perhaps...
<PrinceLegolas> You have one chance to explain yourself before I get annoyed and
behead you, and mount your head on my wall
* Menel smiles, "My Prince," She slightly bows, "I bring no hostile actions into
your palace, not even my weapons. I merely wondered what was going on in Mirkwood
these days. They've been calm... But, something stirs.. And you can feel it too."
* PrinceLegolas glares at her, not believing a word of it
<PrinceLegolas> what business of yours is it, exile?
* Menel arches her eyebrow, "Believe what you want, but I've told you why I've come.
If I had come for something more, I wouldn't have just waltz right up without my
sword."
<PrinceLegolas> You are quite the bold one, I admit, sneaking into the forest from
which you were exiled, and even further sneaking into my palace?
<Menel> Now, sneaking would be coming in through the window or something, but, since
my face is well known here, I did not 'sneak'.
* PrinceLegolas suddenly has a flashback, and in an instant one of his knives is
out, the point of the blade pressing against the flesh of her throat
* PrinceLegolas glares
<PrinceLegolas> Do not try to fool me with your demeanor, scum. You murdered my
father.
<Roscheniel> "Sir Mattheapar: Greeting from Mirkwood. I must first say, I am sorry I
did not leave with you. I was so exhausted from the journey and in my wanderings I
had found a comfortable place, so I was sound asleep. Now they are trying to make
me stay here; I am not sure why. I tried to leave today but the Prince said there
is going to be War coming from Rivendell. It is not so bad, they are not keeping
me in dungeons or anything. In fact, I am the librarian here now, taking care of their library that has
fallen into despair. I have my own room and studio, with all the supplies I want.
But please, if you have nothing else to do, send a spy to rescue me. And be
careful! Be on the lookout for war. I have seen the Prince studying maps for
defense, and sending letters to allies. If you die then we have no ruler, and we
could not go on. Well sir, I hope this letter reaches you safely. Sincerely, Roscheniel"
* Menel holds her head slightly higher, letting the Prince press his knife against
her. She slightly moved into it, causing blood to trickle down on the blade. "Yes,
I did. What's done is done. That was the past. This is now. One more elf fighting
for you couldn't hurt, now could it?"
<PrinceLegolas> I will not have one such as you disgrace my military
<PrinceLegolas> Speaking of which, there are some veeeery angry people coming here
soon, and the source of their anger is YOU
<PrinceLegolas> I'm sure since you are so "willing" to cooperate, you would be ager
to give yourself up to them, and mirkwood could avoid war all together
<Menel> Even if I did give myself up, you would still have to look at me everyday.
Others will come, seeing her... Seeing me..
* PrinceLegolas presses the blade in further subconciously
<PrinceLegolas> I'm contemplating whether to kill you, and give your corpse to
Mattheapar as a gift, or perhaps give your living body to him, and let him do to
you what he wishes
* Menel swallows as a little more blood trickles down, but she doesn't move
<Menel> Ah, Mattheapar... Yes.. I remember his face..
<PrinceLegolas> Silence wench
<PrinceLegolas> you will speak when you are given permission
* Menel looks up as if she were visualizing him
<Menel> Very well.
* Roscheniel seals this letter, and walks out of her room, to wherever PL is
* PrinceLegolas thwaps stop
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* PrinceLegolas wakes up, gets dressed and goes to do some stuff
* Kementari jumps down out of the tree and wanders back into the palace, looking for
the prince
* PrinceLegolas walks to the main gate of the palace and looks out at the forest,
his mind wandering
* Kementari sees the Prince at the gates as she heads for them. She would ask him if
there was anything that needed to be done.. Waiting around like this had grown
old.. She needed something to do
* PrinceLegolas spies kementari walking towards him, his mind still wandering
* Roscheniel wakes up, she had finally fallen asleep
* Kementari walks up to the Prince, a few feet away and slightly bowed her head
* PrinceLegolas returns the bow
<PrinceLegolas> mae govannen kementari
* Kementari smiles slightly and nods her head in response, but the smile quickly
fades. "My Lord, is there anything you would have me do?"
* Roscheniel has maade up her mind... this whole Legolas thing is stupid... she
misses her job, her parents, the clearness of Rivendell
* Roscheniel changes into her original (now dry) dress, packs her things, and walks
outside... wondering if she could borrow a horse and maybe an escort... she's not
much into travelling in the wild
* PrinceLegolas thinks about it for a moment. "No. Not until eleryn returns.
Hopefully that will be soon, Kementari," he lowers his voice, "I fear war is
coming to The Wood of Green Leaves..."
* Roscheniel locates the stables, tries to asks teh worker there for a horse
* Roscheniel finds there are plenty extra horses... so she goes to Legolas to
inquire about an escort
<Roscheniel> Prince? *taps him on the shoulder*
* Kementari sighs and looks away, "Yes... It probably will.." She looks down,
feeling the guilt rest on her shoulders that it was her fault. She looked back up,
slightly moving her hair from her face. Her scars were breifly seen before hidden
by her hair again. She was feeling useless now, she pondered why she returned..
* PrinceLegolas whirls
<PrinceLegolas> ah, Roscheniel, how may I be of service this fine day?
* PrinceLegolas speaks happily, masking his dead
<Roscheniel> I am leaving for home today, I was wondering if I could hire an escort?
Just a guard or something, someone who can defend me and help with making camp and
fires and all that wilderness stuff..
* PrinceLegolas is dismayed for a moment and then realizes he can not allow Rosco to
leave mirkwood, but how to comvince her to stay......
<PrinceLegolas> I am deeply sorry, we can spare no guards or soldiers at this point
* Kementari glances at the two and moves away from them slightly, so they could talk
by themselves
* Roscheniel shifts her bag to the other shoulder and waits for an answer
* Roscheniel thinks, "Hmmmm"
<PrinceLegolas> If i could help you I could but i have seen naught but war and
suffering in my dreams of late
<Roscheniel> I will go by myself then. I must return to RIvendell, my parents will
be missing me, and my job is probably at stake...
<PrinceLegolas> I wouldnt not advise leaving the safety of the wood m'lady, the
world is a dangerous place...
* Kementari glances over at Rosco
<PrinceLegolas> and it is growing more dangerous even as we speak
* Roscheniel sighs, "It certainly seems like it... well, then, I will have to return
to escape the dangers of the world. Please, sir... I could ride fast
* Kementari clutches her fist and sighs as she looks up
* Roscheniel turns back to the stable... she can mimick what she watched Matt doing
to make fires and camp... and as for defending herself, there is naught but
spiders that would attack
<PrinceLegolas> I...I didn't want to have to say this but...the war I have forseen
originated in Rivendell.....
* Roscheniel crosses her arms
* PrinceLegolas follows after her, trying to persuade her to stay here
<Roscheniel> What reason do I have? The only reason I even came left yesterday... I
never wanted to come here
<PrinceLegolas> I...I wish no harm to come to you, and harm is ensured if you leave
now. It is a long journey back to rivendell, you are safe here. Please, I beg you
to reconsider
* Roscheniel stops outside the stable... considering
* Roscheniel sighs after a while
<Roscheniel> Can I at least write a letter to them?
* PrinceLegolas nods. That can be arranged.
* Kementari sits down at her post and wipes away the dirt that covered the words
Matt wrote
<PrinceLegolas> Yes, I can send a letter to Rivendell, but you must, for your
safety, stay here in mirkwood
* Kementari traces the carvings with her finger
<Roscheniel> Will my letter be confidential?
* PrinceLegolas nods. None shall read it but you, its recipient, and Illuvatar
* Indur has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer)
* Roscheniel smiles
* Roscheniel remembers something
<Roscheniel> oh, and.... if I become a temporary librarian here, will I be able to
have my own studio with no rent?
<Roscheniel> Oh, and, again... what is the status of your art supplies here in the
middle of the forest?
<Roscheniel> Oil paints, pencils, canvases, paper for writing and sketching,
parchment and ink?
<PrinceLegolas> Yes, and we have plenty of everything you could need
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* Roscheniel positively grins
<Roscheniel> Well, I suppose I could stay for a while... that library does still
need some organizing...
* PrinceLegolas smiles.
* Kementari glares at the carvings and moves her hand over it again, covering the
writing. She stands up, takes a last look at the Prince and Rosco and disappears
into the gardens. She looked around the statues and climbed onto one that was
sitting. She reclined back onto and studied the face
<PrinceLegolas> I am glad you decided to stay here, where it is safe. Is there
anything you would require, besides what you have already mentioned?
* Roscheniel thinks... your courtship, Prince.... but doesn't say it out loud. "No,
sir, only your company." She smiles charmingly at him and begins walking. She goes
back to the east wing, remembering a room right by the library, with plenty of
room and a big south-facing window
* PrinceLegolas smiles. "Unfortunately i have some small business to take care of, I
will be around if you need me for anything.
* PrinceLegolas turns to walk away into Oropher's war room, where his grandfather
plotted Mirkwood's attack on the black gate, fearing once again the forces of
mirkwood will have to be called to battle
* Roscheniel moves in, and spends the rest of the day collecting the supplies she
mentioned and storing them in her room, and rearranging it like her studio back at
Rivendell. She then sits down to write the letter.
* Kementari puts her hands behind her head and crosses her legs, resting her foot on
the statue's shoulder
* PrinceLegolas plots all possible points of attack on mirkwood, thinking that
everyone able to wield a weapon will have to do so if mattheapar's forces march en
masse.
* PrinceLegolas calls for his courier, and orders him to send envoys to the elves in
lorien, to gimli and the dwarves of the glittering caves, and to Aragorn, asking
them for assistance if war should come to mirkwood.
* Kementari is now known as Menel
* Menel rides into the forest upon Sereg, though a spell was casted over him.
Instead of the menacing jet black stallion that everyone knew, she had a pure
white stallion that could match Shadowfax's beauty. She carefull scanned the area,
knowing the people who were around. Her hood was lowered, and her chestnut hair
covered half of her face.
<Roscheniel> "Dear Adar and Naneth: I am here in Mirkwood, and I miss you.
Mattheapar had to choose me for a companion for his travels, and I was captured;
but the Prince here is so handsome, and they are nice to me, so I don't mind. I
have my own room, all the art and writing supplies I need, and control of the old
Library here that needs desperate care. I do not know how long I will be held
here, but don't forget that I will think of you every day. Love always, Your daughter"
* Menel finds her way to the stables, not much had changed since she'd been exiled
all those years ago. She places Sereg in an empty stall and walks back out. The
guards there mistaked her as her sister, not taking the time to look deeper at
her. She passed through the gates with ease and wondered the palace
* Roscheniel seals that letter and lays it aside, and begins work on another
* Roscheniel left her door open
* PrinceLegolas senses something dark within his borders and immediately goes
downstairs to the gate. he has not felt that presence since...
* Menel looks over what she once knew, but had not forgoten. A sigh escaped her lips
as she ran her fingers along the marble walls. She turns the corner and starts to
head up a flight of stairs
* PrinceLegolas eyes someone familiar in his palace and begins to follow her,
suspicious already
* PrinceLegolas follows silently up the stairs, his beloved knives strapped to his
back in case of confrontation
* Menel stops when something catches her eye. She turns her head slightly and looks
upon a statue of the King
* Menel had intentionaly left Ruin and her bow strapped to Sereg's saddle
* PrinceLegolas silently stalks up behind Menel, who he is sure now is not kementari
<PrinceLegolas> Don't you ever die?
* Menel grins slightly, but doesn't take the time to turn around to the Prince. She
continues to look on at the statue, "I find it more amusing to be among the
living.."
<PrinceLegolas> And yet you must meddle in the affairs of others for the sake of
meddling?
* Menel turns around and looks the Prince up and down
<Menel> ..Perhaps...
<PrinceLegolas> You have one chance to explain yourself before I get annoyed and
behead you, and mount your head on my wall
* Menel smiles, "My Prince," She slightly bows, "I bring no hostile actions into
your palace, not even my weapons. I merely wondered what was going on in Mirkwood
these days. They've been calm... But, something stirs.. And you can feel it too."
* PrinceLegolas glares at her, not believing a word of it
<PrinceLegolas> what business of yours is it, exile?
* Menel arches her eyebrow, "Believe what you want, but I've told you why I've come.
If I had come for something more, I wouldn't have just waltz right up without my
sword."
<PrinceLegolas> You are quite the bold one, I admit, sneaking into the forest from
which you were exiled, and even further sneaking into my palace?
<Menel> Now, sneaking would be coming in through the window or something, but, since
my face is well known here, I did not 'sneak'.
* PrinceLegolas suddenly has a flashback, and in an instant one of his knives is
out, the point of the blade pressing against the flesh of her throat
* PrinceLegolas glares
<PrinceLegolas> Do not try to fool me with your demeanor, scum. You murdered my
father.
<Roscheniel> "Sir Mattheapar: Greeting from Mirkwood. I must first say, I am sorry I
did not leave with you. I was so exhausted from the journey and in my wanderings I
had found a comfortable place, so I was sound asleep. Now they are trying to make
me stay here; I am not sure why. I tried to leave today but the Prince said there
is going to be War coming from Rivendell. It is not so bad, they are not keeping
me in dungeons or anything. In fact, I am the librarian here now, taking care of their library that has
fallen into despair. I have my own room and studio, with all the supplies I want.
But please, if you have nothing else to do, send a spy to rescue me. And be
careful! Be on the lookout for war. I have seen the Prince studying maps for
defense, and sending letters to allies. If you die then we have no ruler, and we
could not go on. Well sir, I hope this letter reaches you safely. Sincerely, Roscheniel"
* Menel holds her head slightly higher, letting the Prince press his knife against
her. She slightly moved into it, causing blood to trickle down on the blade. "Yes,
I did. What's done is done. That was the past. This is now. One more elf fighting
for you couldn't hurt, now could it?"
<PrinceLegolas> I will not have one such as you disgrace my military
<PrinceLegolas> Speaking of which, there are some veeeery angry people coming here
soon, and the source of their anger is YOU
<PrinceLegolas> I'm sure since you are so "willing" to cooperate, you would be ager
to give yourself up to them, and mirkwood could avoid war all together
<Menel> Even if I did give myself up, you would still have to look at me everyday.
Others will come, seeing her... Seeing me..
* PrinceLegolas presses the blade in further subconciously
<PrinceLegolas> I'm contemplating whether to kill you, and give your corpse to
Mattheapar as a gift, or perhaps give your living body to him, and let him do to
you what he wishes
* Menel swallows as a little more blood trickles down, but she doesn't move
<Menel> Ah, Mattheapar... Yes.. I remember his face..
<PrinceLegolas> Silence wench
<PrinceLegolas> you will speak when you are given permission
* Menel looks up as if she were visualizing him
<Menel> Very well.
* Roscheniel seals this letter, and walks out of her room, to wherever PL is
* PrinceLegolas thwaps stop
End of #rpg buffer Thu Jan 20 23:15:45 2005