Thread: Fallen Treasure
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"You might have better luck arriving at your destination beofre its too late if you were actually headed towards it, don't you think?"
"It's alright. We're all here, nothing's going to happen. And if anything does, just stick close to me, understand? Oh, and I'm Lairen, what is your name?"
Basic Appearance: elf features, long light brown hair, green, brown and blue clothes.
Residence: has a friend in Mirkwood where he stays sometimes
Weapons: walks with a quarterstaff, wields a bastard sword
Animals: Animal? No. Im not a animal.
Short History: Last place visited, Mirkwood. Made journeys to the far North. Nothing else known about him. Single...
Goals: None defined. He is fair minded, just, good hearted, likes a good laugh, enjoys company with all races (cept the evil ones).
If someone could just give me the shortest overview on what happend last, where the happenings are curently located, and exactly who is all there? Pleeeeease?
"What brings you to these lands, if i may ask?" he said politely.
"There are no daisy's there where you are going im afraid. At least...there have been none in a long, long time." he said thoughtfully.
"Of course, if you will it, i shall accompany you. It will be my pleasure helping you. And how could i say no to such beautifull a company?" he said smiling at the them all. He shifted his horse o the path.
O.C.C.- You guys..girls, are all on foot right?
IC: The group could feel eyes pressing in on them from all sides and the land was deathly quiet. Not a cricket chirped or a swallow sang. A rotting stench tickled their nose, faint at first but getting stronger. A rabbit burst out of the brush ahead suddenly and bounded off downwind.
A grimace cracked on Hinhael’s face, her ever-alert eyes darting around the huge boulders and trees. She drew her sword as quietly as she could, and slid over to the group’s left flank. A rumbling swelled from up ahead and to the left that accompanied by the stench’s increase. A swarm of orcs burst through the trees and rushed towards the group.
The orcs faces were dark and bloodstained, and their yellow teeth formed malevolent grins. They bore crude swords, were clothed in thick armor, and there was nearly a score of them.
Clover ducked behind a tree and watched the remnant of the Orcs being demolished. Some of her friends were hurt, but most were only minor wounds, nothing too serious. Clover clutched her bottle of aloe gel tightly, and wished it would all end...
Basic Appearance: Long dark hair, light green eyes, dressed in all black, along with a large grey cloak, very fair skin, a large scar on her neck from an unknown origin
Residence: none as of now
Weapons: long sword, bow and arrows, and a small dagger tucked away
Short History: She's learned to cope with her circumstances. Her father betrayed her whole family and left them in Rivendell to fend for themselves. Her mother died of heartbreak. Her mother gave her her father's ring, and she constantly battles wanting to rid herself of everything her father holds on her, but she wears it anyway..Afterall, it was really from her mother. Once her mother died, she left Rivendell and has been living in various woods her whole life. She's not the kind of Elf you'd automatically run to in case of danger because of her hardness, but she's always up for any kind of danger.
Inwe slowly crawled down from the tree she had just been in. What had awakened her? she wondered. More nightmares? As she trudged along the path where the woods lead her she swung her cloak around her and hugged it close to her tall figure. She wasn't really accustomed with these woods, but she wanted to walk in the freezing night air. As she walked, she saw a fire up ahead. Inwe saw tracks of a group of travelers of all different sizes. Perhaps Hobbits, and Elves alike in one group. "That's strange..." she said to herself as she walked along the left over tracks of the travelers. Up ahead she could see them, just standing there, like they had just been in some sort of battle. To her astonishment, she saw why they were all silent. A band of orcs were laying on the ground, all dead, she supposed.
Inwe walked silently towards the group, and saw an old woman looking at her. She seemed to have eyes that knew her past. Inwe became a bit afraid for the first time in her life, but resolved to speak with the strangers. She didn't want to appear friendly, so she swung her hood over her head and spoke in firmiliar tongue.
"What brings you here? In the presence of Orcs nonetheless, Travelors?"
She walked to the outer edge of the circle the Strangers had made, and stopped, waiting for an answer.
The old Maiar smiled at the stranger. "Now, friend, reveal your face as it is, if you will not reveal your heart, for one could never have too many true-hearted friends. Come! You are among the bold and hardy, if such characteristics would impress you. We are warriors all, of will and of body." She looked round at her little band of warriors. "Let us get away from this orc-filth and find a proper place to dine." Her eyes twinkled at the stranger. "Would you care to join us for a meal?"
The shy Hobbit clambered out of her hiding place. She found the Elf intriguing, but made no move of affection towards her. She hid behind Hinhael and peeked at their surroundings. She was delighted at the mention of food, of course., and her hobbit self could not contain its hibbitness. "Dine! Why, that's just what we ought to do in such a dark hour. My appetite is not at all ruined by the gruesome battle."
Her mind wandered as they searched for a wholesome place to eat. She wondered about this company. Why the old woman seemed so firmiliar, why, after all these years of hating her own kind, she seemed to enjoy these elves company, and why she actually took a liking to this halfling. Inwe felt as if she was letting her guard down, and she didn't like the feeling. She wasn't one to show feelings and emotions on her sleeves, so to say.
Once the old woman had found a spot that was oppropriate to rest and eat, they all sat and waited for dinner. Inwe glanced around at the faces of these strange travelors. Finally she spoke and asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "Truley, where is this strange company traveling, and may I ask your names? Afterall, it was a bit foolish of me to actually join a company I do not know."
Clover hopped up to the elf. She had to admit she was pretty, even with that scar. "I'm Clover, that's Hinhael, and the rest of the infuriating company will no doubt introduce themselves to you sooner or later in their violent warrior-like ways." She stooped to pick a clump of common mallow. "Hey! Hinhael, I found some soup base for you!" She handed the mallow over to the old lady, who smiled and recieved it into her pot.
Inwe had come to the strange conclusion that she liked the hobbit. It was an unfirmiliar thing. Elves liking Hobbits; but nonetheless, she liked Clover.
"My name is Inwe." she replied to the other of her kind. This Elf was different. She always said that eyes were the windows to people's souls, and in this Elf she saw kindness, not a warrior, or a killer, but perhaps a friend. A friend..... Inwe thought as she reached for the Elf's hand. This company is strange indeed...
She felt a chill come over her body as she pulled her hand away from the current introduction. It seemed to be late into the night, and sudden drowsiness came over her as if she had not had sleep in many a day. Inwe pulled her hood over her head just enough to keep her warm. Afterall, she liked the way she felt when she looked into her new friends' eyes. They were kind. They didn't care where she came from. She was a blank canvas to them. She could be who she wanted. Other than the fact of her scar. She could always feel her pulse cirulating throught it. She wanted to find answers. She wanted to know where it came from. She wanted to know why of all things, she was with a group of people who she didn't even rightly know.. but she wanted to stay. All these things ran through her mind as she sat, waiting for a meal.
Finally, she spoke, "Where are we going?" Inwe asked as she looked into the old woman's eyes. Of all people here, that woman intimidated her the most. She had always had that affect on people.. it was a new feeling. Intimidation. Of an old woman? That was almost ludacris.
As she waited for an answer, she couldn't help but feel like this company wasn't just a group of old friends having a stroll in the woods. What were they really here for? What was their task?
Inwe sat in silence as she waited for an answer. She pulled her cloak closer to her body, and her green eyes searched for an answer in the darkness that surrounded the company. She drew her fair hand to her face and moved a strand of brown hair out of her face as the freezing wind came through. Was anyone going to give her a clear answer?
Hinhael decided the newcomer was trustworthy. Her voices told her not to trust her instincts and impression, but she ignored them. Putting aside her ladle, she straightened and pierced straight into Inwe's eyes with her own. This gaze was nothing like that of Etharion's. It was neither kind nor menacing, neither warm nor cool, neither inviting nor forbidding. It merely pierced her mind, and saw the truth.
As to her question, he anwsered "Where are we going? Can anybody truly anwser that question? I think not... But if you mean in a more current time, we have a taks that needs to be done. To Mordor we go, to the darkest center, where the dark one once sat and contemplated the future of Middle Earth. We go to retrive something." he said, not wanting to reveale to much so soon. He wanted to give Inwe a chance to prove herself. Then...he could talk more freely with her, as a friend...
The night was not young any more, and the moon gifted little light to the the land, for clouds were gathering for days now. But it was quiet, with the occasional sound of a bird hunting, and a nearby stream rushing.
Clover had picked a new batch of herbs, and was now reclining on a soft patch of moss. "Lovely bedding!" she thought before rolling over and falling asleep. She didn't even notice someone covering her up.