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"My father was not well known, but his death,"she paused."was well known. It was a big deal, a Nazgul coming in and killing him. His name was Hangand. My mother was Lanigliel. I do not know if you have heard of them in Numenor, only you could answer that, my Lord."
'I might have known, if things had worked out differently. I spent the first 240 years of my life training with a sword, hoping to sail across the sea to fight evil. You know, the stuff of legend. I wanted to be a hero, like those I had read about. I don't know why I never got to go, probably because my mother was an Elf. I never really had a chance to know your father, being cut off from Middle Earth for so long. All these years I've felt like a failure, That's why I becae a mercenary I guess.'
He stopped talking abruptly, and hung his head.
"Vailiantly...yes..." Her voice faded. She cleared her throat and looked at Erestor.
"You are not a failure and i will tolerate no such thing!" She said with surprising anger." No one here is a failure and...you met him?"She asked softly.
"Proud. Yes, i was proud. Thankyou, you would know. He was never nice to strangers. I wonder what made him be different with you."
"I too, met your father, only our circumstance of meeting was a little different," she added with a quiet chuckle.
"So did all go wll" aked Doag
"Yes it did and we have a gift from her dark lady which help my plans come to fruitatrion hahaha. Now we march to Helms Deep and do what our brethen could not and then this king of men shall fall at my feet"
"Well, what were the circumstances?"
"Del...are you sure you want to keep talking about your dead father?" Glorfindel stopped. He grabbed Delandras' arm and held her back. A screech filled the tunnel as they heard hooves...
Delandra looked at her father. She was told to look after him, so he doesnt meet any strangers. He was sick, and he was on the mend.
"Delandra, my daughter, go and get me some water, for my throat aches and my mouth is dry." He said to her.
"Alright father, if you say so." Delandra got up swiftly and went to the door. "Father, dont move, i will be right back." She opened the door and let herself out quietly.
She walked into the kitchen of some sort in which they had in their humble home. She heard a bird call, and looked out the window.
"Come here, Nihalami! We are in need of your service!" Delandra sighed and answered back in their language. "Gomklino, Nihalamis father is sick and on the mend. She needs to give him this water." Nihalami was her name in their bird language, and they only understand what she is saying if she talks in the third person.
The bird squaked and looked hurt. He turned around and was about to fly off when Delandra stopped him.
"No Gom! Please, dont be hurt. I-Nihalamis will help you. What do you ned?" She asked kindly, almost forgetting about her father.
"Come outside, Nihalami. There are more of us." He flew away. She had no choice but to follow him. She ran outside.
"Yes?" She looked at all the birds gathered in her front yard. "What can Nihalami do for all of you?"
"You can teach our children how to fly." Said one of them. "I cannot teach them, for i am too old. Please help us." She looked at the baby birds. They looked so cute.
"Oh...alright. But not now." She heard a screech come from the other side of the house. She looked at it. "Father!" She ran inside, Gomklino followed her to see whats wrong. Delandra heard the screech again, louder this time. It was coming from inside the house, she realized, in her fathers room. "Father!!" She burst through the door and saw a dark figure cloathed in black bent over her father, a knife in his claw like hand. She gasped in horror, and looked on helplessly. All the techniques she once knew were forgotten, all her training lost. The figure pulled back his hand and with a screech, plunged the knife into his heart, and that was all she knew.
Delandra shuddered and opened her eyes. She found Glorfindel examining her closely as they hurried along. She was sweating and her eyes were filled with horror.
"Nazgul..." she whispered, and fell to the ground.
[Edited on 24/3/2003 by Delidia]
'This could be my chance,' said Erestor under his breath...
"Yes, Erestor. Now is your chance, our chance. Let us fight these demons together, and Win!"
'Sauri raukar! Tyavir macilin!'
The nazgul screeched in reply, and charged...
[Edited on 23/3/2003 by Peredhil]
"Fa-fa-Father!"She sputtered. "How...how did you-"
"My daughter. Go back. This place...is not you...it isnt for you...please...your brother...."
Delandra opened her eyes groggily then sat bold upright. Her head hurt and her body ached, but now was not the time to complain. She heard the awful screeching sound and say another dark figure, a Nazgul, charging both Lord Glorfindel and Lord Erestor. She took out her sword and prepared for battle.
[Edited on 23/3/2003 by Delidia]
Eglaviel quickly shot a rapid sucsession of arrows into the foe and called to Delandra.
" I don't think now is the time to tell you about those circumstances..."
She looks at Eglaviel and giggles.
"No. Its not."
"I don't really talk about that you understand."she adi as she wiped off her sword.
"Courtship...yea. Il never get married. Il be Delandra all my long life. It is my fate, and i have accepted it. Very much so. Love only brings pain." She sighed. "I just have to be accepted by everyone, and that is all."
"Hope? Never heard of the word. All hope flead when my father died."
"My Lady Eglaviel, you are right. I have never noticed it before, but when i thought my father died, i thought he had died in full. But he lives still." Her eyes were shining. "He lives inside me. I thankyou so much, my Lady, for opening my eyes, and making me see. Really see."
"Now, about a beau..."
"I have restored my hope, but a beau? This soon? On a mission in which we will probably die?" She shudders. "I am not sure about that, but...if you insist, you can try. Just to let you know...i have given up hope on the husband and being wed thing. Its not for me."
"Are you alright?" She realizes what Eglaviel was looking for, and she giggles. "Really, Eglaviel, do you think you will find a beau just like that?" She snaps her fingers. "And IF you do, will I like him? Will he like me? Will he be a dark elf? Will he turn me dark? Will..." Delandra stops.
Horse: My fellow Vala Orom’ let me borrow his steed Nahar.
Title: The Smith
Skills: Crafts and machine.
Weapons: A mighty axe made from the same material as the silmarills, a sledgehammer made out of solid gold, a great catapult loaded with explosive devices.
Description: Read the Sil.
Spouse: Yavanna Kementar’
Background: Spawned from the thoughts of Eru, immortal, descended into Arda before it’s creation, built the foundations of Arda, created the dwarves which Eru gave life, learned the noldor all that they know in craftmanship and alot more
Well well if it isn’t to late for me to join the game I choose the good side....if there is one
So do not despair my fellow companions Aul’ is on your side.
[Edited on 1/4/2003 by Aul’]
[Edited on 3/5/2003 by Aul’]
'what's going on here then?'
"Now that Eglaviel has restored my hope to a certain extent, she thinks that means that i should find a beau, and right away. I have given up hope of finding a husband, but she instists. I can do nothing to stop her." Delandra giggled and then set her face solemn again. "That is what is going on." She smiled.
He trailed off, lost in thought.
"You'll find one, chum. Give it a little time. We just need to get out of this pit which they call the Paths of the Dead and out into the open alive, then you will find that special one, Erestor. Dont give up hope. Not just yet."
Glorfindel smiled and winked at Delandra and Eglaviel.
loriene88: WHERE ARE YOU???!?
OK, back to the story...:
Delandra looked over at Aul’.
"We welcome you. I am Delandra. I am very pleased to meet you, Aul’." She smiles.
"Welcome. I am Glorfindel, this is Lady Eglaviel," He pointed at Eglaviel, then turned his finger towards Erestor. "This is Erestor, and this, well, you already met my good friend Delandra. They are my friends, and so now you are my friend too."
"We approach the Deep" roared Doag.
"Then we will attack and feast upon the bones of man"
"Arenel send it now" shouted Runark and from behing the very eart shudder and the walls of Helms Deep shook and the earh itself cracked open and from forth it there the Balrog.
"NOW THE WORLD WILL FALL AT MY KNEES" and runark led his forces into Helms Deep.