Thread: Council in Rivendell
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"So when are we meeting? Are the halflings coming with us then?"
Hey guys, the threads have been pretty dead lately,all of them. And Arwen told me earlier thats one reason Etharion hasn't been commiting an effort to post,I'm begging to think he's right.
Lightfoot looked up in a tree and saw Rue asleep. She chuckled, looking around.
"Yes, some of the Halflings will be joining us, if they even come."
"Well, getting drunk seemed to be the only option, maybe one drink won't hurt...it's those hobbits we have to watch out for."
She laughed a bit, looking around.
King Elessar watched the stars quietly.
"Five more days..." he whispered.
"Of course! I hate sitting still!"
One person draws a large circle in the dirt which in basicly the battle field,competaters place thier swords in the center and move to the outer edge. The person who drew the circle calls dance and the players run to thier weapons and start thrashing each other,You play until yield or death.
(Person drawing circle does not compete)
"Yes, I am familiar with sword dances. I usually am in one at least once a week."
She stepped forward, standing in the circle.
Lightfoot nodded, sticking her sword into the ground.
"Maybe a servant will some by, that would be more enjoyable, I think."
She smiled widely behind the hood of her cloak.
Oh, I wanted to let you guys know,a friend from school has joined us,she just hasn't posted yet,but anyway her user name is Hooded Rider (My nick for her - 'Hoody') and she seemed fairly interested.
Lightfoot smiled, seeing into Rue's plan. She reached an arm forward and grabbed the hilt of her sword, then pulled it out of her ground. She furrowed her brows slightly, hanging back. She didn't want to make the first move, but she knew she had to. She onlyl had a moment to think...
Oh,and if you flip your sword up mine will fly from my hands and land on the ground a convenient few feet away.
Lightfoot grinned to Rue.
"Hm, not bad."
She suddenly flipped her sword up, sending Rue's sword flying out of the circle.
"You just need some more experience, Rue, like what I have."
Rue scrambled back and retrieved her sword,"Or mabey,Del taught me more than I relized" Hence,Sword-Born,last dance of Tiger and Delilah, She smiled ruefully and locked hilts again,but this time spun her own handle,forcing Lightfoots grip to slip slightly.
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Lightfoot winced: her lower leg got cut. She then sighed some, debating whether or not to yield. She sighed, her sword clattering to the ground.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's time for me to yield."
Merry smirked. He had thrown a stone at Lightfoot, aiming for her back. But, after a moment, he stopped: something was wrong. He realized his aim was off, and cursed himself for it!
"That hobbit has thrown one too many things at me! He's gonna get it now..."
She strided back toward the clearing quickly, at an unmatched pace. She kept her hand on the hilt of her sword as she felt herself growing angrier by each step.
"Now, now, Lightfoot, I'm sure the poor Halfling didn't mean to knock you out. And there is no way you're going charging after him in the temper you're currently in. Take some deep breaths and calm down, friend, there is no need to attempt to murder him just because he knocked you out. All in all, I'm finding the incident rather amusing...oh, you're bleeding on your leg, you might want to bandage it before you go chasing after someone half your size."
Ala laughed and shook her head in amusement, still standing in Lightfoot's way.
"It's about time someone taught that little guy a lesson! And who could be more right for the job than me?"
Lightfoot side-stepped by Ala, then went on forward again, faster than before.
"The Halfing may need a lesson, but apparently so do you. As soon as your temper is back under control, I'll get off you and then you may go teach him a lesson."
"You think your body is going to stop mine....Ala, I'm at least a head taller than the average man. I'm no shrimp, nor a wimp."
She pushed Ala off gently and hopped to her feet lightly but swiftly.
"And I'm not going to be violent. I'm just going to talk to the little guy."
She strode down the path once more, faster than last time.
"Fine, but I'm coming along, just to make sure you don't harm the poor Halfling tooo much."
"I can harm him a bit then, if the occasion calls for it?"
She grinned, standing up straight; she indeed was at least a head taller than the average man, not someone you wanted to mess with on the battle field.
Ala smiled and shook her head.
She grinned, seeing the shape of Merry off in the distance. This was going to be fun. It would have been more fun against Pippen as well, but you have to make do with what you have!
Ala gave a slight grimace, imagining what the poor Halfling would look like after a session of Lightfoot's "training" and groaned.
"Long time no see, eh, shorty?" she asked smoothly.
Merry laughed innocently, like a child. "Hard not to see you..."
"You better hope it stays that way, shorty. Stop throwing things at people!"
"But...but....I miss Pippen!"
"I have no sympathy for people who complain and take out their anger by throwing rocks at people's heads! You learn better when you're a wizard's pupil, not to mention a wizard's friend."
"Please, don't hurt me!"
Lightfoot only gave him a smack on his cheek, then stood and grunted, walking off.
Ala laughed, patted Lightfoot on the back, then headed in the direction of the gardens where they'd left Rue.
Name: Aierlin Relanlie
Age: 150???, looks perhaps 20-ish or slightly younger, what is equivalent for Tolkien-elves?
Physical Appearence: Is perhaps 5'8" and quite slender, has short, tousled red-orange hair and blue-green eyes, is dressed in matching blue-green and coppery colors (tunic, pants,cloak & and handkerchief tying back hair varying shades of blue-green, belt and boots coppery-colored leather) and wears a crimson necklace. Does not have as much of the sorrowful wisdom and world-weariness as most of her race, as she is rather young.
Skills: good with sword, normal elf things (good sight & hearing, etc.) running (not away... just running )...
Special Items/Weapons: Bow and arrows, long sword in copper-colored scabbard
Suddenly, a young looking elf-maiden crashed onto the path in front of them, stumbling from the side into the middle and falling over. "Whoops..." She scrambles up as she sees the approaching elves. "Uhhh... hi! Are you invited to the council? If you are, I'm supposed to tell you that it is starting soon... also, have you seen Zephra? I was told she was with some people who were coming to the council..."
Is that all right, Zephra? I mean, I'm kind of assuming I know you at least a little, since we're both from Rivendell...? But it is maybe a lot to assume... sorry, I'm not very good at this yet... entering a thread, I mean.
Lightfoot caught the young elf maiden by the arm and helped her up.
"I haven't seen her around for a while, young missy, but she's probably in the kitchen, or somewhere in the gardens."
Aierlin dusted herself off.
"Oh... all right, I'll look for her there, then... but first, are the others coming to the Council around here? Because I'm supposed to tell them too..."
"Hello, I'm Ala. Who are you? Oh, by the way, Lightfoot, where are we meeting to discuss this mission, or will we not be leaving for a while?"
Lightfoot glanced around with a sigh, thinking to herself. She shook her head a bit, then glanced around, looking for Merry.