This thread was worth logging on for! What a wonderful idea. I really think it could take off. I guess I will start. (:
I am a messenger of Galadriel. Roaming around Middle Earth, bringing news to people is my job. As to relations, I am the son of Celeborn's second cousin. I would love together the all the other elves of Lorien to start a working, socializing, happy community. Online Middle Earth here we come! (:
Welcome dear kinsman, come into my rooms here at Imladris, specially kept for me by our dear Lord Elrond. If you , after I have refreshed you with honey wine , fresh bread with fresh butter and the fruits of the season, care to follow me, I will show you the breathtaking suite of rooms reserved just for you when you come to the last homely home and take your mental and physical rest before resuming your travels.
Both of us being from Lorien, from the land of whispers and ancient things, have much to share and I so welcome a bit of news. I am a very distant cousin of our Lord, but even a drop of blood is sufficient to glue us together in heart and mind. Namarie.
Ah, such a welcoming is a luxury for travelers as myself! The king of the golden halls in Rohan, is hospitable, but more rustic. Gondor believes too much in solemnity and uncomfortable pride. Only in a haven of restoration such as Imladris can hospitality like yours be found.
Dear sister and friend, as you stand there before me, serving me with familiar refreshments I cannot restrain from smiling at your veiled, but earnest, eagerness to hear the tidings of your home. May the truth be told, and not withheld as I relate our Lady's words.
The Forest of Fanghorn has been shoved, pushed, and hoarded farther from its original standing place. Even to the extent that it almost mingles with our grand trees. The great Shepherds are distressed. Hastening is not there way of doing things. So now, on the boarder of Lorien lies a shrunken, barren forest that is forever being attacked. We can do very little in ways of helping and it leaves us filled with sadness.
Now, since I have told you these things, please do take me through this wonderful place and ell me your news. Anything that my Lord and Lady may take interest in. Something to cheer them in this time of bitterness.
This is wonderful, a community for us elves. I feel rather out of place at a hobbit festival or dwarvish tavern. Thank you, Leelee, for bringing a place for us elves.
Though I reside in Rivendell, I once dwelt in Mirkwood, once Greenwood the Great. I sometimes travel there for a while, as I have just returned from doing. What a thing to return to! Good Wen, this news of the ancient Fangorn troubles me. Can there never be a perfect peace? Well, there is always comfort in the company of another elf. I wish you and you're Lord and Lady well, Wen and Leelee or Lothlorien.
Things also are not well in Mirkwood. Evil things gather in the dark. Their presence is looming. There is a shadow gathering there that may well soon burst upon us. If only I needn't carry a blade at my side. I would that we could all be carefree, spend our hours in song and story telling, not in preparations for war.
No battles have broken out yet, and there is still time, but very little. But even now I may rest here in the halls of dear Imladris. Yet there is always that worry.
I send my regards to the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. Be well. Namarie
Dear Rukain, welcome, welcome.The two of us will wait as you bathe and are refreshed in the room furnished for you is prepared. We of Lothlorien are so blessed to have the love and support of Lord Elrond, his noble sons and the inhabitants of this glorious place. And, although the elves here are somewhat different in their approach to things , living in such a place stimulates thought and brings peace slightly different than that of the golden woods of Lothlorien, still our hearts long for the same things. We desire lofty and noble thought and gentle ways above hilarity and noise and rushing about for the exhileration of rushing about. We tend to have a slight sadness lingering over us as we contemplate what was and the reality of what now is; of the choices we must make shortly-to go on the last great ships of Cirdan the royal shipwright- or stay and face the slow decay of our people without the contacts we had before of the beginnings after our awakening.
Now we three are together . I am grieved at how quickly the news has worsened in the areas of which you speak. Yes and when i was visiting in The Shire but two months past, I noted with quickening distress the number of 'strange' men at the inns, sneaking about in the fields, all up to nothing more than spying for the enemy of us all, Sauron. And too many times the name of the once noble and good Sauruman linked with Sauron. He has betrayed us all and now seeks our demise along with the enemy.
For now we have these blessed sanctuaries that no evil has touched. How long we can keep it that way is a question I have no answer for. Ah there is our summons to the last meal of the day. How fragrant the honey cakes smell, I am hungry. And after the sons of our Lord Elrond have some news and then there is to be a lay by several elves who shared a victory just beyond the Misty Mountains not long ago. I am curious to find out what happened. Come dear kin and let us go to dinner.
Welcome young Elf and be refreshed in all things. But why are you a wanderer so young, that is not usual to be with your people and learn Elvencraft and lore and be with family members to learn all the ancient things. Which family line are you and who are your parents, did they die fighting, especially your mother? Please explain.
Welcome to Imladris, young elf! I too and curious as to why you so young are wandering. But first, rest, eat refresh yourself! Take your time. I have heard the news of Mirkwood, and some of Lothlorien from dear Wen, but surely there is more in your knowledge. When you are ready, and not before, I ask you join us in one garden and tell us your tale and the ones you have heard of the world. I am glad of your arriving here, young Arwen, and hope you will stay some while. Even a wanderer cannot say no to a night of tales and songs in the Hall of Fire, can she?
Be well and please tell us your tale when you feel the time is right.
Ah Rukain, your words are like silk and surely bring comfort to our newcomer. How quiet this room is, how beautifully but simply decorated. Everything a work of art. And the sound of the clear water falling down , a great waterfall and ending in the dark cold pool, wonderful. Look out the window friend Elf, see the stars in numbers past comprehending. Such peace here, it almost breaks my heart that all Middle-Earth cannot be at peace, enjoy freedom from slavery, of untimely death and grief. For this little moment of time while we wait for our sojourner I shall drink in the absolute quiet and peace and be content not to say a word.
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