rangerjohn
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Thorongil attempts to stay Legolas, "Relax friend, you'll being seeing the singers soon enough. Though I admit they are a welcome sound, after many long days in the wild."
d20 Middle Earth "Eagle of the Star" (IC)
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Robbert Raets
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"My heart had grown wary during my journey here, but the voices of ourkinsmen raises my spirit. Come, let us hurry t'wards Imladris!"
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zug_zug
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Because of the interest in the singing and the concern for the wounded dwarf, the five head to Rivendell. Placing the wounded dwarf on his pony, and gathering up their equipment, the group heads to the east, crossing the ford.
They move slowly but deliberately, as the wounded dwarf's condition is delicate. Because of this they progress carefully through the night stopping often. However, the air of Elronds realm seems to refresh the group as they walk, and the singing of the unseen elves lightens their hearts.
The journey is uneventful as they pass through the clear night into the next day. After passing up and down many hills and countless wooded ravines, the party finally climbs the last hill reaching the great stone arched gateway to the house of Elrond.
Entering the main courtyard of the many buildings that comprise the lodging s of the elves, the party can see their approach was noticed. Many fair folk have gathered in the balconies and ledges of the elf crafted structures, and a quiet falls upon the scene. Only the soft sound of the waterfalls that spill from the clefts of rock nearby can be heard.
A tall fair elf, known by all to be Elrond, strides across the stone yard. Arrayed in blue-silvered robes, he stops in front of the party. Placing his hand to his heart, he bows.
"Greetings to you, visitors, both new and old. I am at a loss in the face of such a host. Some faces here I have not seen for many years, but all are known and welcome." Elrond frowns. " One of your number is injured, and you look to have travelled far. Whatever my House may offer to your aid, you need only to ask. Enter friends."
They move slowly but deliberately, as the wounded dwarf's condition is delicate. Because of this they progress carefully through the night stopping often. However, the air of Elronds realm seems to refresh the group as they walk, and the singing of the unseen elves lightens their hearts.
The journey is uneventful as they pass through the clear night into the next day. After passing up and down many hills and countless wooded ravines, the party finally climbs the last hill reaching the great stone arched gateway to the house of Elrond.
Entering the main courtyard of the many buildings that comprise the lodging s of the elves, the party can see their approach was noticed. Many fair folk have gathered in the balconies and ledges of the elf crafted structures, and a quiet falls upon the scene. Only the soft sound of the waterfalls that spill from the clefts of rock nearby can be heard.
A tall fair elf, known by all to be Elrond, strides across the stone yard. Arrayed in blue-silvered robes, he stops in front of the party. Placing his hand to his heart, he bows.
"Greetings to you, visitors, both new and old. I am at a loss in the face of such a host. Some faces here I have not seen for many years, but all are known and welcome." Elrond frowns. " One of your number is injured, and you look to have travelled far. Whatever my House may offer to your aid, you need only to ask. Enter friends."
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Mirth
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Suddenly, a great gray clydesdale trots into the courtyard. Astride its bare back sits a gray-bearded man in brown robes and a wide-brimmed hat. His eyes are focused on Elrond and as he guides the horse to a stop, he says to the host, [quenya]"Greetings Peredhil, it has been too long."[/quenya]
As the man dismounts, he notices the wounded dwarf for the first time. Hurriedly he grabs his staff and rushes to the side of the injured one, [khuzdul]"Where are you hurt, stonefriend? Can I see, so that I may help?"[/khuzdul]
The brown-robed one then turns to the other dwarf and asks, [khuzdul]"What befell this one? The more I know, the more I can do to help..."[/khuzdul]
As the man dismounts, he notices the wounded dwarf for the first time. Hurriedly he grabs his staff and rushes to the side of the injured one, [khuzdul]"Where are you hurt, stonefriend? Can I see, so that I may help?"[/khuzdul]
The brown-robed one then turns to the other dwarf and asks, [khuzdul]"What befell this one? The more I know, the more I can do to help..."[/khuzdul]
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Inez Hull
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Halbarad silently watches to see what reception this strange newcomer receives. He turns and whispers to Thorongil, "this meeting of strangers becomes stranger still."
He then speaks aloud to Elrond, "Rivendell has likely not seen so many vistors in many a year, is there somewhat that the Dunedain of the north are unaware of?"
He then speaks aloud to Elrond, "Rivendell has likely not seen so many vistors in many a year, is there somewhat that the Dunedain of the north are unaware of?"
zug_zug
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As the newcomer makes queries and sizes up the wounds of the dwarf, the injured one attempts to speak. Having been quiet since the journey from the ford, he can only spit out, "Thu..Thu."
Elrond steps back, visibly surprised by the newcomer in brown. "Aiwendil" he murmurs.
Gaining some composure, he replies to Halbarad as he continues to gaze at the newly arrived figure. "Your arrivals now truly seem a wonder to me, Ranger. And it would seem I am the unaware one, given the party that now enters my House. " Elrond shifts his eyes to Halbarad's fellow Ranger, and a questioning look passes from his face to Thorongil. Then slowly he shifts his attention to the dwarf and the elves.
"You may attend to your injured friend in one of the lodgings. " Elrond continues. "There you may take food and drink, and we can speak more, for I am curious to know all of your reasons for coming here."
Elrond motions to one of the structures to the group's right, his eyes turning back to rest upon the grey bearded man in brown.
*A few moments later*
Several elves help the injured dwarf to bed in the building indicated by Elrond. Other elves in the courtyard offer to take mounts and bear the excess equipment of the party.
The master of Rivendell leads the group to a table set out on a balcony adjacent to the wounded dwarf's bedroom. Through windows the party can see the elves treating his wounds. Elrond takes a seat at the table, and motions everyone to do likewise in the chairs surrounding the table. Food is brought to the table as Elrond awaits to hear the words of the group.
(OOC: A partial post for the weekend. Sit and talk, attend to the dwarf, or something else?)
Elrond steps back, visibly surprised by the newcomer in brown. "Aiwendil" he murmurs.
Gaining some composure, he replies to Halbarad as he continues to gaze at the newly arrived figure. "Your arrivals now truly seem a wonder to me, Ranger. And it would seem I am the unaware one, given the party that now enters my House. " Elrond shifts his eyes to Halbarad's fellow Ranger, and a questioning look passes from his face to Thorongil. Then slowly he shifts his attention to the dwarf and the elves.
"You may attend to your injured friend in one of the lodgings. " Elrond continues. "There you may take food and drink, and we can speak more, for I am curious to know all of your reasons for coming here."
Elrond motions to one of the structures to the group's right, his eyes turning back to rest upon the grey bearded man in brown.
*A few moments later*
Several elves help the injured dwarf to bed in the building indicated by Elrond. Other elves in the courtyard offer to take mounts and bear the excess equipment of the party.
The master of Rivendell leads the group to a table set out on a balcony adjacent to the wounded dwarf's bedroom. Through windows the party can see the elves treating his wounds. Elrond takes a seat at the table, and motions everyone to do likewise in the chairs surrounding the table. Food is brought to the table as Elrond awaits to hear the words of the group.
(OOC: A partial post for the weekend. Sit and talk, attend to the dwarf, or something else?)
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Mirth
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[sindarin]"We shall get nothing from him for the nonce, son of Thranduil, for he sleeps,"[/sindarin] The brown-robed stranger steps out onto the balcony, leaning his staff against the wall and hanging his wide-brimmed hat upon it.
As he wipes his hands with a cloth, he smiles at the confused look on Legolas' face, [sindarin]"Don't be alarmed, I know you, or at least your father, because I am your neighbor from Rhosgobel..."[/sindarin], the gray-bearded one winks at Elrond and continues in a more common language, [westron]"...Greetings to you all, I am Radagast."[/westron]
As he wipes his hands with a cloth, he smiles at the confused look on Legolas' face, [sindarin]"Don't be alarmed, I know you, or at least your father, because I am your neighbor from Rhosgobel..."[/sindarin], the gray-bearded one winks at Elrond and continues in a more common language, [westron]"...Greetings to you all, I am Radagast."[/westron]
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