André saw that Celoril was already moving. He cursed the eagerness of the man in the early morning and got of the bench. He flung his cigarette away since he was almost smoking the filter and lit another one. He was getting into chain smoking which was not very Wise since he had only 5 left in this package and only a 30 pack after that.
"Ohw well, I'll have to get my hands on a pipe and some longbottom leaf when we get to Aragorn's place." André said to himself.
One of the soldiers came closer to André and was looking like he wanted to ask something. André glanced over and smiled at the man. He opened his package and offered the soldier a smoke. The man doubted for a second and then took one. He stuck it in it's mouth and got the lighter from André. After a few attempts André took the lighter and gave him a flame.
"Inhale."André ordered.
The soldier did so and started coughing madly. André laughed hystericly and watched to his amusement as the soldier took another swig from his cigarette. André himself smoked on and blew circles. The soldier soon got the hang of it and the two were soon in conversation about everything and nothing.
"So, you think we will encounter more foes on the road ahead?"André asked.
"Perhaps, perhaps not. Most likely a few." The soldier replied.
André took out his Orc blade and started waving it around to the amusement of Celoril's men.
"I could use the exercise. I can't wait to send some of them back to their maker." André said enthusiastic.
BIC:
The soldiers were ready march back in Minas Tirith, and soon, once everyone had been rounded up, they were back on the road, leading them home. Celoril and a few other ranking men were on horseback. The rest marched along in formation. Heads held high, it was a good time to be in the White City, the King had finally returned and the terror from Mordor was becoming merely history. Amy was half running half walking to keep up with the pace set. She was relieved to see a number of her friends doing the same. The group had been placed up front, Amy thought it was to keep an eye on them. She drew up her green cloak and rushed on.
The rual scene began changing from pasture fields into closer together houses and soon the White City came into view. It seemed to command attention and authority. The great walls and towes, hewed skillfully out of the stone. Amy felt her eyes go wide. It was breath-taking. She felt her legs move quicker, she had never been here before, but all at once, all she wanted to do was get there.
"Holy S***"" She heard André from not too far behind her.
"I think he said it for me" Jade commented.
The group halted for a moment.
"Take your first look at Minas Tirith," Celoril gazing off at it for a moment, and then back to the group..."That is the reason for our great haste." They began moving after that and reached the city's walls by lunch time.
Re: uhg... morning sucksOOC - delayed post, place before journey.
Alexander had strolled out into the vast openness of the forest after a hearty meal of meat and beans for breakfast. The others inside were still eating, sleeping or doing whatever they required. The reason for tall youth’s rapid exit was the urgent need to answer nature’s imminent call. He was stunned when they told him the washroom was anywhere he pleased outside in the bushes. But he complied anyway.
Now he sat on a tree stump a short distance from the tavern, whittling away at a piece of dead wood with his foot-long hunting knife. A Sudden rustling in the bushes made him look up. He froze, his mouth hanging open. Before him stood the very image of beauty itself.
She was tall, full figured and long legged. Black hair fell in gleaming clusters down her back and bright green eyes regarded him in wonder.
Her full red lips parted in a smile and he stood up, dumbstruck. She wore a fine flowing shirt made of buckskin and tight leggings of greenish lambskin. On her small feet she wore moccasins of soft leather. He noticed that she carried a small hunting knife slung low on a belt that hugged her tiny waist.
She walked up to him, until her face almost touched his. She was tall, her brow almost touching his lips. She looked up and smiled. He felt dizzy, taking in the sweetness of her breath. Her eyes enchanted him.
“You are a angel,” he whispered hoarsely. She giggled, her laughter the sound of silver bells.
“You are a man,” she said smiling, “And one not from these parts. You are tall and handsome, in a dark and rugged way. Yet you could be one of my kind.”
“And what kind is that?” He mumbled on, still heady from the intoxicating scent in her lustrous hair.
“I am Niphrodel of the Noldor. One of the last of my kind who have chosen to remain here. What is you name, outlander?”
He mumbled some inanity and stumbled as she stepped away from him. She laughed again and he scratched his head.
“You have beautiful eyes,” she laughed. “Be wary outlander, these are hostile regions. Many creatures of evil seek to harm men.”
“Harm men?” Alexander blurted, “What kind of things are they?”
“They are evil… but fear not I shall follow you. Go now, your companions leave for Minas Tirith.”
“Wait! Come with me.”
‘Farewell, strange one. We shall meet again.”
She turned, her black hair flashing around her in a brilliant twirl. Then she was gone. Alexander ran back towards the others as they were mounting their horses and leaving for some town. As he ran he wonder if he should be telling anyone about that strange forest beauty. Ah, time will tell, he thought.
The White City
They marched inside the great iron gates. Some of the soldiers began to leave, having families and patrols to attend to. A few hung around. Celoril got down off his horse and walked to the group. Amy was gazing up at the tall white towers and buildings. This was so exciting, the city was so full of life and expectation. Merchants were rushing about, small squads of soldiers moving in unison, Amy wondered how big the city was. She thought that she caught sight of a dwarf when Celoril's booming voice got her attention.
"You will have to wait here, we were unexpectedly delayed in getting here, I will try to get you an audience with Lord Aragorn. He will have to decide what to do with you. I will return with news in an hour." He told the group. He walked back over to his horse and mounted it. Fin followed him and they were soon gone.
"So, we'll just get the tourist map then, right?" Amy said to Celoril's back.
Celoril and Fin moved quickly through the city, up level after level. They reached the top level and Celoril headed for the Great Hall, leaving his horse with the attendant.
"Alright, so what are we going to say?" Fin said, before Celoril could pull open the door.
"The truth" The captain replied opening the door and walking in.
The hall was magnificent. Pure white stone walls, with light streaming in on both sides. The Lord Aragorn was sitting at the back, talking in low tones with a older man. The man was dressed in fine white robes and his long beard and hair were nearly the same color. In his right hand he held a smoothly carved white staff. Celoril approached tentatively, Fin keeping a few paces back.
"Ah," The old man spoke, "The lost Captain has come to report" He said, his voice containing no malice, but great warmth and friendliness.
The white city
"Holy S***."André said as he saw Minas Tirith.
He had ofcourse seen the movies and read the book, but in real life, it was breathtaking. André followed the others into the city and watched in awe to all that was happening around him. Merchants, soldiers, farmers and what not. As soon as Celoril was gone and they were left alone, André looked around a bit and started strowling, not losing sight of the place they had been left. André saw a dwarf walking around being busy with something. While scouting around he couldn't find a single elf, which he found a shame. Cwen followed him and stood next to him while staring at the tremendous crowd in which some of the people were now staring back with the same awe.
André lit another smoke and went back to the main square. He nudged Cwen.
"We are gonna meet Aragorn and maybe even Gandalf. This is gonna be so cool. I wonder if they will look like Ian McKellan and Viggo Mortensen."André said.
"I don't know. Minas Tirith looks the same as the movies though. I still wonder how we got here though."Cwen replied.
"Maybe we won a prize."André said with a wink.
But as soon as he winked his eye cought a quick view of something he wanted to see very badly. An elf was walking trough the crowd, making his way to some unknown destination. André jumped up and rushed over to the elf. He shook his hand and the elf gave him the weirdest look André had ever seen.
"Suilad, oh son of the Eldar. Strange I may seem to you, but I have not ever in my life seen one of the Immortal elves. Well, untill recently I have not seen any men of Middle Earth either, but besides from that. Tell me, what is your name?"André said, rattling in enthousiasm.
"My name is Anuion stranger. Tell me now, why are you dressed in such way and why is an Orc blade hanging from your side?" The elf replied.
"The clothes are a long story, the blade is hanging there for a simple reason: I don't have any other blade to defend me with, and this blade I got from my first encounter about a day ago. I just recently got here you see."André said.
Cwen stared as André and the elf started up a massive conversation near a fountain and André just felt extremely satisfied.
Alix Gallagher
Alix wandered in a little circle in the square, staring at the massive stone buildings. Her eyes widened as she saw the man that Andre was speaking to.
An elf! she thought, as she clandestinely walked closer to the two men. This is insane!
But the elf's hearing was keener than Alix had thought. He heard her footsteps and turned to face her.
wowOOC: Just place this post ahead of elenna's for continuity. Nothing should be altered, I just wanted to get my two cents in, as it were.
The White City, a place Cwen had previously visited only in her daydreams, gleamed in the afternoon sun. The gold-flecked white marble rose far above her in the form of delicate towers. Though graceful, Cwen knew that these walls were one of the mightiest defenses ever constructed by men. Cwen took in the sights, looking around hungrily, examining the reality of the situation. All the doubts she had been harbouring, (hysteria, hallucination, shock, dementia, a simple dream) now melted away. This was truely Middle-Earth, and as far-fetched as it seemed, Cwen and her friends were here.
Beside her, André was talking about their upcoming meeting with the king, and perhaps others from the books, in an excited tone. Still distracted by everything around her, Cwen gave a half-hearted reply and added her biggest question. "...I still wonder how we got here though." André replyed with a wink and a grin.
"Maybe we won a prize."
Before Cwen could make a sarcastic reply, André took off through the crowd. The jostle of people made it hard to find him again, but when she did, he was deep in conversation with an elf. Cwen stared at the pair for a second before walking over to them. André was explaining where they had come from. "...a place called Tennesee. We were watching this movie, but then this huge storm, and we all blacked out and woke up here." The elf looked extremely confused. Cwen chuckled. "What he's trying to say is that this aint our home, and we got no clue as to how, or why we're here." André rolled his eyes at her.
"Thanks for the summarization. By the way Anuion, this is Cwen." Cwen held out her hand, and the elf hesitated. With a grin, she said, "Oh come on, don't you shake hands in Middle-Earth?" Anuion smiled slightly, then took her hand and shook firmly. My god, I just shook hands with an elf.
City
The city was amazing. And now they had met an actual elf. How freakin' cool, Amy thought to herself. She looked over at Jade, she was completely enamored with the Elf. She almost told Jade to put her tongue back in her mouth when she felt someone pull her back into the crowd. She turned quickly around and saw that it was Berone. He was beaming down at her.
"Is this city good enough for you, strange traveler?" He teased.
"Eh, I've seen better." Amy said coyly, biting her lip. He seemed a bit taken a back by her answer, even if it was in jest. He laughed.
"Really?" He asked, "Then clearly you haven't seen enough." He added, offering his arm.
Elf??
"Hey, Amy!" Alexander said stepping up beside the awestruck girl. That guy called himself and elf, but I thought elves were small creatures, like two feet tall..."
"Those are from other places... here in ME, the elves are like people, only better looking." She replied.
"Emmee???"
"M E... Middle Earth!"
"Oh! Then the one I met in the forest by the inn, she must be an elf too."
"You met an elf?" Aiko walked up, "A female elf. You lucky devil. Was she pretty?"
"Yeah, she was a major babe... though she was dressed like an Indian... with bows and arrows an all. Called herself Nymphodel of the Nulldoors or something."
The others doubled up laughing.
"What did I say?" Alexander cried, scratching his day old stubble.
"Nothing, you big dummy, now let's go and join the others. The king of this kingdom awaits." Amy said, smiling.
"This meat's rotted!" Korgonorc bellowed, then laughing added, "Just the way I like it. Snaga, whay news?"
"Lord Korg, the strangers with Celuril and his men have entered Minas Tirith. They are followed by that nuisance Niphrodel."
"Good, that will keep those fools busy and her out of our way." The massive Uruk grinned, "We will launch an assault on that inn in the forest, it will clear the way for a larger invasion of Elessar's precious city."
"Good plan, lord!" The kneeling orc smiled, showing stumps of blackened teeth.
Ooc - Helka, Your elf character should know about Niphrodel, the ranging archer of the Noldor. Their history could be a tense one, so they may not be friends.
She wants to move.
moving
Re: uhg... morning sucks
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