Lord of the Rings

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OOC: This is the last OOC to be seen in this thread. WE do need more charateres but will start with te ones we have. Also in the OOc thread there is a list of characters that are taken and open. the link to the OC is below.

Lord of the Rings OOC -Intrested

I will post my first entry in a bit.
 
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Arwen

I rode my fastest with the hobbit in ow to our glorious ciy of Rivendale. The Ringwraiths were now behind us and their horses drown in the river.

Once there I gave his care to my father and went to the grand council hall to wait for the others arriving.
 
Boromir

As I crested the hill I caught my first sight of Rivendale and gasped in wonder. Used as I was to the thick walls of my own city I couldn't help but think how could such fragile looking, slender towers ever stand-up to an attack ? Of course I knew in my heart that Rivendale was like it's builders the elves: it looked delicate, beautiful but had hidden strength.
With these thoughts on my mind I carried on toward the city.
 
The retinue of Sylvan Elves rode up the final precipitous path that approached the home of Elrond, half elven, and lord of Rivendell - the last place West before the Grey Havens where the Immortal folk felt comfortable. Although Prince of the Sylvan, and representing Thranduil, his father the King, Legolas rode in the centre of the body, deferring to the greater age and wisdom of the counsellors with him.

Age hung about the place he mused, not heavy but deep and Legolas felt the same sense of youth he generally only felt in the company of his fathers advisors or the oldest trees of the forest.

The stately melodies of the Sindarin lifted as he approached - fortunately timing his arrival with the appearance of the first star, so that the chorus to Elbereth rang out with his first sight of the graceful spires and halls of a place almost sacred to the Elves of Middle Earth.

As their horses came to a stand still, Legolas swung from the bare back of his mount with a boyish grin - adventure lay ahead, he was sure of it.
 
Gimli

I had crested the hill east of Rivendell, the home of Elrond, as I made my way from the Lonely Mountain. I was the represenative of the King under the Mountain. I longed to be back in the caverns of my home or even in Moria. The elvish city was beautiful, if you liked trees and flowers. The elves have no taste in architecture or food. I began to wonder how long it would be before I had a good mug of ale again.
 
Arwen

I returned from my room donned not in my riding atire from bringing the hobbit in but instead a gown the color of the forests near the stream. I stood at on the balcony and watched the visitor arriving from all corners of middle earth. Something was coming. I could hear it on the wind and I knew I would soon be leaving my home of Rivendale soon.

I watched as the elven riders arrived and went down to greet Legolas, taking the reigns of his horse to steady thre creature from his long ride.

"Friends from Mirkwood, welcome"
 
Gimli

I slowly make my way down into Rivendell. I am to represent the Dwarves as we ponder the future. There is something evil afoot and the races must decide how to deal with it. The trail winds down the hill and leads to the home of Elrond. He is one of the Elf lords that was given a ring of power.
 
Legolas bowed to the vision before him. "Arwen Undomiel, I greet you in the name of King Thranduil of the Sylvan, it's an honour to visit your fathers house!"

The other elves pressed round to be introduced and Legolas was jerked from his consideration of her lovlieness by the need to introduce his party.

After all the bowings and "a star shines on our meeting"s were done Legolas took Arwen by the elbow and the two walked slightly away from the others.

"I am young, Arwen, but even my father has never seen such a summons from Lord Elrond, in all his long years under leaf. What means this - is it something to do with the growing shadow we feel just beyond our borders?"
 
Arwen

I glanced around at the others nodding in aknowlegment as we passed.

"My dear Legolas, I can not say now why you and the others have been summond. I am sure you will find out in good time but I'm sure it has something to do with the great shadow."
 
I smile gently at Arwen, certain I will have no luck wheedling information out of her early, but wanting to show her I took no offence.

"My father was full of tales of the beauty of Rivendell, but now I am here I find he's spoken only the bare, unadorned, truth. Have the others came, as Elrond bade?"
 
A sensation of swimming, without the water. He could only describe it as this, although it didn't make any sense. The topsy turvy spinning of a ground that didn't hold him, or a sky that refused to stay still. He wanted to throw up, but instead only swam in water that wasn't there.
When he awoke, the bright city of Riverndell met him. He had to shield his eyes at first, cutting off the glare from such beautiful city buildings, cutting right out of the great cliffs that held the mighty river. Just his tiny window showed him more beauty than he had ever seen before, and he was grateful now to be here.
For many reasons.
His friends? Had they made it? Pippin and Samwise? Frodo sat up in the bed, but as he did so a horrible pain struck the back of his head.
"Hey, hey, now, you've been through a lot, no sudden movements."
That voice, so familiar. Frodo glanced around, unsure if it could be. It was! Bilbo!
"Uncle, you are here."
"When they told of your arrival, I had to see for myself."
Something had changed. The lines on Bilbo's face grew taut now, more defined. Wrinkles that had barely shown now ran deep grooves in his face. He looked like he had aged ten years, instead of just one.
It must be the ring.
He felt it now, a deep pressing against his chest. The cause of all this pain and strife, pushing down on him from a single gold necklace.
"It is good to see you, Bilbo."
"Aye, aye," Bilbo had a sad look of happiness on his face, "Good to see you too."
"Where are the others, Sam? Took? Pippin? Did we find Gandalf yet? Is he here?"
Bilbo opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. Too many questions for one single hobbit to answer.
"For now, just rest. It will all be answered soon enogh Frodo. Once you are well a meeting will take place, to decide the... the... Ring's fate."
A darkened look crossed his vision, something of a shadow that made his features fuzzy. It passed, as soon as it came though, and he smiled, moving out to the door.
"Get some rest."
Frodo laid back against the elvish fabric, hugging him unlike anything he had ever felt in the shire. He fell into a shallow troubled sleep, where dreams of swimming came up again and again.
 
Boromir

Gaining entry had not been difficult. At my announcement that I was Boromir come from the South to answer Elrond's call and bring news from Gondor the gate guards stood aside while one left to tell his master of my arrival.
As I crossed the courtyard I caught sight of a couple most maginficent to behold: a fair-faced elven man, tall lithe and carrying a bow and a raven -haired elven woman who's breathtaking beauty declared to me that she must be Arwen the daughter of Elrond. She was fairer than I could possibly have imagined with large, almond-shaped eyes and smooth alabaster skin that seemed to radiate the soft light of the stars in the heavens. She seemed to glide rather than walk.

"Ahem" I coughed and then with a bow as deep as I could exclaimed " Lady Arwen, Gentle Sir, I am Boromir Son of Denethor here to see Lord Elrond could you help me in locating the place where the great council is to be held ?"
 
A man, in Rivendell! Strange times indeed! Still this one bore a hint of nobility that said the blood of Numenor was not yet dead in the men of Gondor, his heraldry proclaimed him as a Captain in the guard of that city.

"Greetings, Boromir, son of Denethor, of the white tower Minas Tirith. I am Legolas son of Thranduil, of Eryn Lasgalen. It has been a long time since the seven stars and white tree were seen in these parts, man of the South."

Bowing from the neck, as is the custom of the Elves, I pause to let the Lady Arwen introduce herself.
 
Arwen

I turnt o greet the man.

"Welcome Boromir son of Denethor, my father has been expecting you. please make yourself at home in our fair city. He shall address you soon but for now please make youself at home."

I turned back to Legolas "As you can see Legolas, the others are arriving. The young little one we all know as hobbits are here as well. I brought one in just a bit earlier. if you would like to meet him, he is recovering in the guestroom."
 
I watched the human with quiet amusement, although no doubt he thought he was being circumspect it was clear that he was awestruck by Lady Arwen - as well he might. Such beauty had not been glimpsed by mortal man since Luthien Tinuviel had walked the earth with Beren, and might never again be seen.

Legolas, no stranger to beauty, was himself moved by her grace. He could see why she was called Undomiel - Evenstar - for there was a pale severity to her beauty that glimmered like the moon on a winters night.

"Hobbits? I remember the last time my path met a hobbit... Fell deeds were afoot then, too..."
 
Arwen

I turned and led him down the path.

"They are quite the bad news bearer aren't they? "I smiled at my little joke.

"This one has beed badly injured by the sword of the ringwraiths but sill you may go and introduce youself if you wish. I must stay and greet the those arriving. Or if you wish you may stay here with me."

I turned again gently as I headed back towards the small bridge in the courtyard that led to the main gate to await the others or the news of the hobbit.
 
"The ringwraiths? The Nine, you say? Are they abroad now? The great shadow stirs indeed! And they wounded this hobbit you speak of? Strange news - does an eagle stoop on fieldmice? What is the tale here, fair Arwen?"

I was stunned, although I knew that dark times were coming it seemed they were here now! Suddenly a suspicion began to form in my mind, even though I was not yet born when Sauron last stirred, the ring had been a topic of discussion in all the counsels of the wise.

"Is it found? Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! Is the time THAT late already?"
 
Gimli

I approach the gates of the Elvish city of Rivendell, home of Elrond. I look at the guards at the gate as they wait for me to introduce myself.

"I am Gimli, son of Gloin, here to represent the Dwarves at the request of the King under the Mountain" I say to them in a strong voice.

My hand rests upon my axe, as I watch them with a stern eye. They part and let me pass into the city. I make way through the gate and start across the bridge.
 
Aragorn

He rode with much haste as he approched Rivendale. For many reasons he was in such a rush, one cause the Ring of Power was found, two his main reason, Arwen was there and he missed her much. He got to the gates of Rivendale and anouced himself.

"I am Aragorn, please alow me entrance"

They open the gates for him and he rides in and finds himself looking again at the beautiful city, with many trees and moutain sides. He smiles and he knows now that he is in the right place. He could not wait to find Arwen.
 
Arwen

"Yes my dear Legolas. I do believe the time has come. I fear now that the shadow is on it's way to even our fair city and we all will be forced to leave to the west soon."

I turn at the sound of wild horses entering the gate watchng the group of dwarves approach. I nod to the gate keeper and the head of the dwarve group aknowledging their arrival.

I turned to the direction of the gate to see Aragorn ride though and dismount. A smile had come to my face but then softened as I remembered the words of my father not to confront him in public till the time of the new king came.

"Legolas," turning my full attention back to him, " Saurons armies are abound again and growing stronger by the day."
 
Galadriel

Galadriel stood staring at the forest around her, her sharp eyes piercing the night as she watched her guardsmen patroling the area. She felt a stirring in the night, and new that there was a current of energy alive in the air, brining with it a taste of the unknown...
 
"Then we shall have to raise our own armies once more to beat him... I wonder if we have the strength still, and what allies remain to us."

I gesture contemptuously at the Dwarves entering.

"If the danger is clear enough to bring these our of their holes, then the time is surely upon us - still, I suppose even they will be useful, in a pinch"

Watching her I see Arwen's eyes drawn to the scruffy Ranger entering, and I recognise him as Aragorn, exiled Ranger King of the North. The slight smile that curves her lips and the softening of her eyes tell the tale of their love and, once more, I am struck by a great sadness that the Evenstar will fade and die.

Although Elves are, by nature, a reserved race it is all I can do to restrain the sadness I feel - to me it is as if she has caught a fatal illness she cannot recover from.
 
Arwen

"I do hope that the danger shall pass very soon. Middle earth has been at peace for so long. If I could I would as well ride out and fight but it is not my place."
 
Gandalf:

My name is Gandalf. I'm one of the greatest remaining mages you know. Now I'm not being immodest understand just truthful is all.

I've lived through many years, many indeed. If I stopped to recall them all I'm afraid I'd be busy for quite awhile. I began my studies because of a natural aptitude. I was fortunate the ‘hedge wizard' who told me about it and suggested I find a tower to teach me was correct.

I traveled until I'd found the Tower of White Magic. I was tested and passed and so became a student there. After thirty or was it forty years, I misremember, I was finally ready and took the testing to advance from the final stage of my apprenticeship to become a full fledged mage. The test was hard, grueling in fact, but I was successful, thank all the Gods. I didn't wish to have to do it all over again in a few more years.

I traveled the land healing and doing all of the other things White Mages do. Offering my counsel if asked, slaying assorted monsters of one sort or another and the like. It was in the village of Larkwood I met my first Gray Mage. I can't reveal his name, that wouldn't be nice considering what I'll tell you. Propriety you understand.

Well as a White Mage I'd had to live a rather austere life, goes with how magic power is obtained you see. The more I indulged in appetites of the flesh, the less power I had to draw upon as we all know, don't we. Just as the Mages of the Black Tower indulge in every evil known to draw their power we of the White Tower shun ‘sins of the flesh' to draw ours. Different Gods you see.

Well, I'd heard of the Grey's but never met one until Larkwood. We stayed there together for a considerable time she and I did. Oh, did I mention she was a she? Oh well, she was.

I learned from her so much. It was she who revealed to me that the Grey's drew their power from both aspects and multiple Gods. She taught me that ‘sins of the flesh' like copulation, drinking, etc were sources of power... so long as not done to excess and so long as any partner was willing and consented to the coupling. Unlike the Black's who could indulge if foul rapine, tortures, etc, the Grey's enjoyed taking and giving pleasure in the act and so drew their power from the Gods and Goddess who favor this. As it's not done to excess or beyond ‘reasonable' limits then they also derive power from the White Gods for they understand and after all the Gods and Goddess do talk you know. Well all but the Dark Gods. Seems they shun the others and stay pretty much to themselves so they don't have to listen to preaching about their foul practices you see.

It seems there are few Greys. No one really knows why, unless the Greys are shunned by both Towers for they belong to neither any longer, even if they can visit either.

Well as I said she and I spent a considerable time in Larkwood, a full season in fact. We shared a cottage on the outskirts of town and we did, ahhh, indulge ourselves often. Sometimes several times a day.

When the parting was finally necessary it was with mutually heavy hearts that we parted to go our separate ways, but I'd been fully converted to Grey by then and learned all of the aspects of the Black Tower she could teach me, for that had been her original school, you see. She just wasn't, ummm, comfortable I guess is close enough, with what the Dark Gods wanted and when she met a Grey Mage herself chose to follow that path instead.

Haven't run into each other in, ohhh, must be a hobbit's age. I do hope she is alright.

Hrump. Well young fellow thank you for listening to the rambling of a very old man and I think that healing will take care of your injury. Do try to keep you foot out from under horses hooves or wagon wheels, which ever it was, in the future. Afraid I have to leave for Rivendale now. Some things just won't wait you see.

May the Gods and Goddesses smile favorably on you and walk in the light youngster... " No sorry, I can't ‘heal' baldness. Sorry." and off I rode.

OOC: Will catch up reading now that I've posted the intro.
 
After several hours of sleeping, he felt as if he'd had enough nightmares. Ringwraiths continued to haunt his vision, both asleep and in wake. He found himself turning around at nothing more than shadows, scared out of his wits. His hands going to the ring around his neck each time.
To protect it.
He hated to think that they wanted to take it from him, and he really grabbed for it because he didn't want them to have it.
He wanted it for himself.
Frodo tried let that go. A walk aroun this beatiful place would surely let things settle in his mind. Running ideas both horrible and bitter came to a stop, and he was able to grasp the full awe of this place.
Stories Bilbo had told him of its majestic innocence paled in comparison to the real thing. He found himself stopping to look at a bursh or a rooftop, for three or four minutes at a time before realizing what he was doing, and moving on.
The meeting would be soon, and he would have to present the ring, to see what fate it would lie in. That comforted him, to finally be rid of it, and have its fate lie in people who could change it.
He was just a hobbit, what could he do?
Just a hobbit.
 
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