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Post by Jess on Jan 20, 2006 15:25:02 GMT -5
Neithiel cocked her head to the side and looked at the elf through slitted eye's. Did he say what I think....no...couldn't have... she thought, backing away defensively as the crew lowered the ramp and brought the boat to a halt nearby.
Her instinct's and senses flared as she reached for her bow again, ready to fight at a moment's noticed. It was a subtle reach, her finger's brushing the sinewy string and perfected elven wood of her bow.
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Post by danja on Jan 20, 2006 17:09:29 GMT -5
i edledyr ‘evedir ar erthennir (‘the exiles meet and unite’)
Mithrond was quickly taken by surprise. Under the clamour of the crew, he could hear the sound of elvish words spoken softly; obviously from within the vessel. Someone he had overlooked (:unusual). An ominous phrase by all accounts.
There he was; the Duredhel ‘dark elf’ sat by the main mast. He quickly looked to Neithiel; she would have heard the elvin voiced stranger too: How would she react?
Her hand was swift once more; yet Mithrond did not restrain it now, for the eyes of the stranger were concealed beneath his long black hair, his mood masked by it's veil. He looked back to the dark figure, but spoke in Westron so all could understand.
“Greetings to you: One and all.” He was trying to remain casual
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Post by Jess on Jan 20, 2006 17:52:11 GMT -5
"Yes...greetings..." Neithiel said in her best Weston so that the sailor's could understand her. She was still ready, and her wolf growled its greeting through barred teeth for she too felt something amiss.
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Post by god on Jan 20, 2006 20:01:03 GMT -5
The Exile of Lothlorien was silent as the Crew welcomed the two and went back to work in preparing the boat for its depart. Eraisuithon stayed still. His hair and cloak swaying in the breeze that normally formed near water. His light grey eyes were now fixed on the two. He reckonized the Male Elf's finely crafted armor as that of Mirkwood's. Mirkwood Elves, Lothlorien Elves' kinsmen to the north. Unussual it was for a Mirkwood Elf to have a wolf for a pet. Wolves were hard to control. His keen eyes searched the two Mirkwood Elves.
Eraisuithon noticed the female's quick reactions. She looked fair enough, though Eraisuithon had not seen a female Elf in some time. She held no threat in Eraisuithon's mind, nor did the Male. The Male was conservative. The Exile of Lothlorien could tell that the male was wise but strong. This pleased Eraisuithon, though he did not yet know why. Having the female on board would make good company. The ship needed a sweet voice to listen to. All the boat had for the current was harsh Dwarven and Human voices that held more bitterness than sweet.
He spoke once more under his Elven breath. The Elves would no doubt hear.
Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo 'A star shines upon the hour of our meeting.'
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Post by Jess on Jan 20, 2006 21:08:05 GMT -5
Neithiel calmed down at once and brushed back a small wisp of her burning crimson hair. Her eye's too scanned the other elf, but this time a curious smiled touched her lip's. For some reason, this elf seemed to mean her no harm.
In her best Weston she began to speak, "Do you need another shipmate? I can hunt and fish...and offer protection from those bandit's that prowl the riverside..." She said, nodding her head to her bow.
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Post by danja on Jan 21, 2006 12:45:45 GMT -5
The dark elf spoke an archaic pleasantry in Quenya, the language of the High elves; brought to middle earth by the exiled Noldor 'the deep ones'. Mithrond was now looking at Neithiel: He couldn't quite believe what she had said in reply. Staying calm he jumped in before anyone else could reply.
"are you sure this is wise?"
Carniel wasn't looking back. She seemed too interested in the Duredhel; perhaps it had touched her heart; being Sindarion 'of the grey elves'. She knew the language more fluently than Curandir; who had however heard the saying before. He continued none the less.
"Neithiel ungollech hon" '[carniel] you don't know him'
It was all very poetic; but what manner of elf was this stranger. Maybe he was also of the Sindar; or had dealings with the Noldor at some time. Perhaps he was of the Galadhrim 'Elves of Lothlorien 'land of blossems dreaming'. From that forest realm Galadriel had left middle earth for the undying lands farthest west; but she (of Noldorin decent) had ruled in Caras galadhon 'City of Trees' for an age of the world.
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Post by Jess on Jan 22, 2006 17:51:19 GMT -5
Neithiel simply shrugged and whispered her reply in his ear, "Easy passage..." was all she said, and smiling she looked back up at the crew. Tavanna, her wolf, seemed humbled by her words and looked aboard happily.
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Post by danja on Jan 22, 2006 18:43:04 GMT -5
The vesel had been heading towards the Forest; it seemed a little strange to Mithrond that Neithiel wanted to go aboard, the king would not appreciate her return. Maybe she was under some sort of spell.
"ae iest lîn." 'if you wish' He said uncomfortably.
Mithrond now turned his attention to the crew. Their dress sugested they were from Esgaroth, or there abouts; though to have edhel 'an elf' and gonnhir 'a dwarf' on board was strange.
They didn't seem to pose a threat at least.
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Post by Jess on Jan 23, 2006 15:12:09 GMT -5
The lady Knight walked over to the ramp and took a small step on, testing it with her foot discreetly before trusting it with her full body weight. Tavanna trotted slowly behind her.
The Dwarf laughed mirthely before looking over at her and spitting in her direction. "Its bad luck ter bring a woman on board!" He shouted loudly, pointing an accusing finger at Neithiel.
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Post by danja on Jan 23, 2006 17:14:30 GMT -5
The crew were becoming agitated; the dwarf especially. Mortals can be so superstitious!
Mithrond was feeling a little unsettled: If he went aboard, he would have to abandon Rochal his trusted steed. He thought to himself for the first time, 'it may be better if I returned to the woods'. He had been foolhardy in his decision to follow Carniel; but he cared for her more than most. She did not however need his protection, she could look after herself; he knew that well enough. He had seen her in action!
But then one of the crew did something silly.
The dwarf had proven himself crude and ungentlemanly. A creature of revolting habbits. Mithrond hated bad manners; thats why he didn't mourn Linphalandir. This dwarf had it coming.
"Naug" 'stunted' said Mithrond, under his breath. "gerin philinn aneg!" 'i have arrows for you' he continued, pointing to the Dwarf in return.
Naugrim 'stunted people': An uncaring name; much less flattering than Gonnhirim 'masters of stone'. Dwarves who understood its meaning (which is most of them) were deeply offended: The names origins went back millenia, from the time the two races first met; they didn't like it then, and they certainly havn't forgotten it. (they don't tend to forget)
Many dwarves in the region could not speak elvish; they had dealings with the men of Dale, and spoke their dialect of westron more regularly.
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Post by god on Jan 23, 2006 22:33:16 GMT -5
The Lothlorien Exile watched through the strands of hair that blocked his eyes. He watched as the Elves and the wolf came aboard. He watched as the dwarf insulted the female Elf. He watched as the Male Elf lost his temper. He watched them closely, his grey eyes unwavering. The Exile spoke in perfect Westron.
Don't insult them Dwarf, or do you wish to perish?
The Dwarf shut his wide mouth and began to prep the boat for departer. The Elf never moved a muscle. He waited for the other two to make their moves first. The ramp lifted, and was plopped on the deck. The boat began to sail.
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Post by Jess on Jan 23, 2006 22:55:43 GMT -5
"Hello there..." Neithiel said to the other elf on board, a blade-thin smile upon her lips. Her wolf sat down by her side and looked up expectantly at her master. The woman smiled and scratched it fondly between the ear's, the wolf opening his mouth and licking her hand a bit in reply.
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Post by danja on Jan 24, 2006 6:51:58 GMT -5
Mithrond changed his mind; left the gang plank, and mounted his horse. If he boarded the vesel he would probably find excuse to slit the Dwarf's throat.
"I will make my own way." He spoke to the nearest boatman; who wasn't really listening anyway, he had knots to tie.
Rochal sensed the impending gallop and was frisky.
"rochal, noro anim" 'ride for me'
With that he was off in the distance. Rochal was as fast as the wind.
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Post by god on Jan 24, 2006 17:33:33 GMT -5
((Uh, you'll be back right...))
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Post by Jess on Jan 24, 2006 21:19:25 GMT -5
((I hope so...))
"Wait Mithrond were are you going!" Neithiel[/i] shouted back at her companion, spinning around as the gang plank was lifted and the vessel moved away from the shoreline. To far to jump, for she couldn't swim, so she simply reached out for him feebly.
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