Thread: A meeting in Rivendell
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"we must make haste we cant win this battle"
Are you keeping a count, Arath! I saw at last four eye-shot before I leaped.
And alas, you may be short Thorin, but that axe of you will not be blessed by any orc today!
Now, how do we secure this entrance?
Btw/ Wikings ate trolls before the sun gave them that stony look; the berserks got stoned on mushroom.
"thorin you must know a way for us to block this opening"
"Here Rafael, take this shield. Use it if we are being attacked from behind," thorin said as he gave the elf a round shield.
"Now let's go quickly. Follow me."
With this he started to move towards the right hand side of the hall.
"Allright lets go"
You told us last afternoon
:"i was born in moria. it isn't completely deserted though many people do not know it. Moria is made up of seven levels and seven deeps."
Do we know how many foes are strolling around in Moria?
Arath and me-self count as proper warriors,Thorin, you know that.
May I suggest that we contact your friends and relatives, who still inhabit these premises and see if it is possible to muster enough people to drive out the foes and again make it stronghold for dwarfs.
What do you think, Arath? Do I also speak for you?
Let's consider it while we find a place to rest. I'll cover your back"
"but i fear that in these halls lurks creatures that even a small army could not defeat"
"not whit out aid atleast"
Was there anything special about the axe you found? Do you any find any clue to help our mission?
Thorin, please hold my phial a bit higher up in front, I might have heard something ....
"the dwarf who owned it was a great dwarf"
"it has waited for me here all this time"
"and see the these lines of runes they are written whit ithildin"
"im afraid that the owner has fallen in old age but i see that his sons son has fallen in the hands of a orc"
"this axe belonged to Dûr he was my friend"
"we fought many battles together in the old world"
"It must be somewhere here though."
I'll keep watch and try to hold the enemies abay, while you search the surroundings for any trace of Durin! Use my phial. I'll keep the post in the dark!
Lend me your horn, Arath. I'll call out if I need help. If I call you better come quick!
"I am not sure we will find them here because since moria is also filled with orcs we do not have permanent lodgings here. We dwell here only for irons which can be found high up. Few of the dwarves live here permanently; mostly to guard our secret smiths. The orcs seldom come to the 7th level. they do not like hight. I myself used to be a guard here until i set off wondering andone day came to rivendell"
What level is this?" By the way, I'm getting hungry!
"As for me being a warrior or not you should know that fighting is one of the most important things in his life abd he learns it early along with smithwork and writing."
I was hoping for a sip of my wineskin and something to put in my tummy, when we can eat without food getting blood-stained.
"it shines but not too bright"
"we can rest a little easier"
"thorin are you saying that we must go back throught there"
"this axe.... it might be the axe of durin i am not sure"
"and by a small army i mean atleast a hundred fair warriors"
"and a mighty wizard" Arath mumbled
"Oh no. This one may be pretty cool but it's not durin's axe. IF ever you see it you'll know what i mean. It the most skillfully crafted weapon in Middle earth and Has powers you cannot guess for it has been passed down to us, kinsman of Durin the Deathless, that that axe had been made by Mahal himself and given to the eldest of the fathers of our race."
"However if you find it do not, you elves, take it out of Moria else you awake the enemity of all dwarves because they will not suffer the weapon of their eldest father to be bourne by other races. And it is also difficult to wield it unless you have practised with it."
Arath, you keep an eye on your blade. I'll keep my weapon at hand, but I am ever so hungry. I am an elf not one those funny-looking animals with two humps on their back!
Arath hands rafael a piece of bread
"not freshly baked but still good"
"i have no wine but some water"
"you want some"
Now I am able to think straight I believe!
Why ain't you hungry, Thorin? Is there something amiss?
"huh?" he said looking at rafael. "You ask if i'm hungry? Not now," he said backing to the stairs at the right. "If you want to remain alive to have your next dinner you'd better follow me," he said pointing to the door through which they had previously entered and where now three cave trolls and a band of white uruks were entering.
"This way," he shouted as he ran up the stairs.
Arath, if we turn and give them a volley, we will slow them down. Those trolls are so big and clumsy. If one goes down, the rest will halter.
"a hand, or indeed a bow, would be of great help mellyn nín!"
(welcome to the game. Try to provide a suitable introduction for your presence in Moria)
the battle about him felt as if time its self had slowed, shouting was heard all about him, the Bonds around his legs, put there by his uruk-hai captures, that he had not yet managed to loose felt tight and constricting against his quickly cooling skin,
"Ea do not forsake me" turion mummbled as he fell to the ground..
Let's use or bows Arath, give them some arrows, before we use our swords.
We need an extra hand!
with that, Thorin rushed among his foes and wielded a heavy-two-handed-blow at the black armour of the huruk-Hai which was immediatly cloven.
"Such bad smithery," muttered the dwarf as he axed another orc...
Uruk-hai, elf and dwarf fought about him, as Turion of Mirkwood fell silently into darkeness......
out of Turions cold hand falls a shining blade, 5 foot in length gilted with gold, the inscription on the blade reads simply 'Aderthad', "reunion"
...Turion's lifeless body feels heavy in the two warriors arms, the welt on his forehead has stopped bleeding and a trail of crimson red runs clear from his nose, his once well kept hair, now blood soaked, sticks to the ground, his lifeless toungue lolls in a gaping mouth still formed in a surprised grimace, his eyes, stare balefully into middle distance, perhaps searching for the halls of Mandos on another plane, were the Valar will recieve him........
"im not much of a healer"
"and why is he in moria"
"this is no place to be alone"
"Hey!" the dwarf suddenly shouted. "Lokk we're near the East gates. If we take this road we should pass the gates and be out in the Dimrill Dale."
If only we had some Kingsfoil!! He may still have a wee chance!
Thorin! You said that we are near the gate in Dimrill Dale??!! As far as I remember there are some Kingsfoil among the bushes just outside the entrance.
I'll stay with him while you show Arath the way to the entrance, Thorin. But hurry, my friends, life is at stake. and I guess he has a story to tell us! Hurry, hurry!
"Even your quivers are half empty," said he pointing to the quivers of arath and rafael
Let me have some of your arrows to fill up me quiver,Arath, and I may find a use for your shield, Thorin while you're away!
We are in cover behind this rock. we took our toll from those creatures, we will have at least three hours before they'll try again! So hurry my friends, hurry!!
Listen, he tries to whisper something. I hear an elven lady's name....
"but i'll do my best and be back as soon as i can"
Two hours have passed and thorin returns with the weeds.
"we must be quick, i saw some orcs rallying to their commander it will not be long before we are attacked again if we stay here over long."
Rafael has the gilded sword in his right hand. His eyes are fixed at the inscription, Aderthad.
"We lost him! Kingsfoil, wasn't enough! He was to badly wounded! Though he have fought ever so bravely, we were too late. We had no chance to revive him really. I tried whatever I have learned, but it was never a chance.
Somehow he himself decided not to live anymore! He had been to Grey Havens. He decided to leave for the Valars. I tried my best. It wouldn't have helped if we already have had Kingfoil. It was Turin's decision. I'm ever so sorry. I lost him. He dicided to leave us! My friends I failed you!
"Help me arath to bear rafael out else i fear we will never get out"
You are right Thorin! There ain't much we can do for our fallen friend. Is it too much to carry him out and give him a decent farewell? Is it possible?
He told me of his sister, Arath. her name was Mealwen, they were elves from Mirkwood.
He told me, that she is captured.
He gave me this mighty blade!
"he is no burden and we shall not dumb him down any wells"
"we shall take him out of this darkness and bury him under the stars of eä"
"o how i curse myself for not learning to be a healer"
i havent been here in a few days my net connection was broken
Arath looked at his sword
"Alas! it shines brightly! Hurry we must carry that poor one out of here!"