<LOTR> The Fate of The North

[rangerjohn]

"Welcome friend, I am Valangil. Perhaps we could all introduce ourselves while we await the others?"

 

[Inez Hull]

Eidar has spent the time waiting in only Valangil's presence getting acquainted with him, but has become close lipped in the presence of the other newcomers.

"My apologies for my reticence fellow travellers, I have never met people of your folk before" [nods to Lorin and Ethendil] "and have only met your folk before in ...... less auspicious circumstances" [stares coldly at Lanwi then manages a half smile]

"I am Eidar and I have ridden here from the plains of Rohan. To what end we are meeting here I do not know, but I suspect that much planning has gone into assembling us here. Also, it would seem that some efforts have been taken to stop us meeting or at least to fathom our intent. Although I suspect that until our orchestrator in green shows up, we will be able to help them little." [grins]

[to Ethendil] "Come join us with the food our guide has provided for our wait. "

"Although, I do not believe that we will be waiting long. I suspect that our companion of the halfling folk will only be travelling from Bree, judging by the rumours flying around that village. And if myself and the Dunlen.... Lanwi can arrive within such a short time of each other, then our companion from Gondor will be here promptly."

 

[garyh]

Around midday of 2 Yule, a rider bearing the fine clothes and armor rode up to the group, a longsword at his side, and a token around his neck.

The rider surveyed the scene, and taking in the abundance of other tokens he saw, knew that he was in the right place.

"Greetings from Gondor!" he announced. "I am Belegon, and I have come from Minas Tirith seeking a man in green mail. Along the way, I was given this token by an elf, and told to met my new fellows here."

"So," Belegon continued, with the air of a man used to commanding respect, "where is this mysterious man I have come here for? My kingdom could use my blade, and I would tarry not here in old Arnor, but for the promise of this endeavor's service to Gondor.""

 

[rangerjohn]

Valangil holds his anger at the Gondorians attitude. "My uncle will be here when the whole company has arrived. Perhaps my humble company will serve until his arrival?"

 

[Mirth]

Valangil holds his anger at the Gondorians attitude. "My uncle will be here when the whole company has arrived. Perhaps my humble company will serve until his arrival?"

"If your uncle can reach the ear of my Lady Galadriel, then he certainly deserves the respect of all of us here," a wood elf strides into view, his golden black armor gleaming in the midday sun. He removes his helm, letting his silver hair flow in the breeze cutting across Amon Sul, and everyone can see that he too carries a silver token around his neck. "Greetings men and dwarf, I am Sirandir of the Galadhrim."

[sindarin] "And peace and welcome to you, brother," [/sind] he says to Ethendil.

 

[Doug Justice]

[sindarin] "And peace and welcome to you, brother," [/sind] he says to Ethendil.

[sindarin] "You are welcome here, Sirandir of the Golden Wood," [/sindarin] replies Ethendil with a nod.

 

[Darth Ecks]

"It seems to me that we are only still waiting for the little halfling and the man who organized this. I have heard only of one hobbit before. Many stories were told of how he dared steal from Smaug the Golden and was instrumental in taking back Erebor. Lord Balin often spoke of him with great fondness."

 

[ColonelHardisson]

Lanwi sits on his haunches casually and laughs. "It seems I am not the only one with a token," he says good-naturedly, and pulls a silver token from beneath his shirt.

"I have walked from the south in search of the same man the rest of you await. I am a Dunlending, as some of you have guessed. I know that my folk are not well-thought-of in many parts, but not all of us are oath-breakers and servants of evil. I've heard tell that many of the folk hereabouts are cousins to my people."

 

[rangerjohn]

"Welcome Dunlending, I too have heard little to reccomend your brothers. But I trust my uncles judge of character, and he who all Dunedain ansewer to, has put an honus on me to see this mission done."

 

[Mirth]

Lanwi sits on his haunches casually and laughs. "It seems I am not the only one with a token," he says good-naturedly, and pulls a silver token from beneath his shirt.

"I have walked from the south in search of the same man the rest of you await. I am a Dunlending, as some of you have guessed. I know that my folk are not well-thought-of in many parts, but not all of us are oath-breakers and servants of evil. I've heard tell that many of the folk hereabouts are cousins to my people."

"There is some truth in what you say, wild one," Sirandir smiles at Lanwi. "Regardless, I trust fully in my Queen's judgment. She would not send me here if she did not think it was warranted. I accept you at your word. Do me no disservice and I shall do the same for you. Now where is that hobbit?"