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Post by danja on Jan 25, 2006 13:27:50 GMT -5
Curandir shouted in turn:
"aderthannetham. govadethon len" 'we will be reunited, I will meet you'
He stayed within elven sight; he had no desire to see that Dwarf any longer, yet he could not bring himself to abandon Carniel; not yet.
It was approaching noon and the sun was becoming hot.
What a day he thought.
And what a difference a day makes!
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Post by god on Jan 27, 2006 1:41:54 GMT -5
Eraisuithon watched as the male Elf ride off. He knew the reasons for his departer. He stood straight for once since the two Elves came within sight. He sauntered over to the female Elf as she feabily groped for him. Eraisuithon stopped beside her, watching the Male Elf disappear from sight. He averted his gaze from the male Elf to the Female Elf. The shades of grey in his eyes twisting and blending together. His voice was soft, as he pitied and envied her.
Do not worry, no harm will become of you while you're on board. I have a feeling we will meet him again soon.
The Elvish words poured off his tongue with the smoothness of an eel. He pitied her because she had to take the pain of loosing a friend for a while, yet he envied her because she had a friend in the first place. Eraisuithon's gaze averted back to the horizon.
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Post by Jess on Jan 27, 2006 15:13:19 GMT -5
Neithiel stood straight up again and turned to peer into the depth's of those deep grey eye's. Her crimson hair flailed about wildly in the soft wind that drove the small vessel onward down the river. "Your word's are sweet...but I fear that they are the words of a serpent..." She said lightly.
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Post by danja on Jan 27, 2006 17:07:25 GMT -5
Curandir sang to himself, waiting for the boat to decide which coarse to take; there were only two (up river to Eryn Lasgalen or down to the lake and Esgaroth).
Why had she trusted the strangers' so quickly. Maybe Mithrond had been right all along: Was Curandir such a fool. Mithrond was the older of the two brothers and was wiser for it.
What a beautiful day.
Curandir prefered riding Rochal to being cooped up in a boat; and he moved much faster that way. The sun was hot and the breeze cool; good conditions for riding and hunting, but not now he thought.
keeping one eye on the boat Curandir could see the two elves talking, but at least she was safe.
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Post by god on Jan 29, 2006 23:56:31 GMT -5
((This will be short.))
Eraisuithon's face lit up with a smirk. Elvish rolled off his tongue fluently.
You words are true, but are not your words from a serpent as well? After all, if I'm a serpent, than you must be as well, for we are both Exiles.
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Post by Jess on Jan 30, 2006 13:04:56 GMT -5
Neithiel hid her shock, and disguised it with a sweet smile. "You are very perceptive dark one...but I wish to know thy name."
((Ignore the name part if you've already told me it.))
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Post by god on Jan 30, 2006 22:45:32 GMT -5
The smirk turned into a smile. His voice only filled her ears.
Eraisuithon.
His face turned back to the horizon as the smile faded into a straight line.
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Post by danja on Jan 31, 2006 6:48:09 GMT -5
Curandir still could not tell the direction the boat intended to go; he would practice archery against a tree, while they made up their minds.
If they went west, Carniel would find the way dangerous now; she may be treated as a wandering rogue in her homeland from now on.
At least they seemed to be getting on. Curandir could just make out the smiles on their faces.
What a day he thought.
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Post by Jess on Feb 1, 2006 23:12:53 GMT -5
"I am called Neithiel[/b]..." The warrior said, looking around. "I used to be a knight..."
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Post by god on Feb 4, 2006 21:15:59 GMT -5
I see.
Eraisuithon was watching the horizon, enought to take his mind off the ship. His past appeared before him. He visibly surrendered to it, and began basking in the memories.
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Post by Jess on Feb 7, 2006 14:13:22 GMT -5
"So..why is your ship returning to the Lands of the Elve's?" Carniel asked, seeing him surrender to his ancestral home. She didn't feel the feelings he must've felt yet, being a recently exiled Knight, but could feel the suffering eminating from his very core.
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Post by god on Feb 7, 2006 16:07:11 GMT -5
His head turn to her. His thoughts and memories interupted. A straight line represented his mouth and mood.
It's not.
There were lands beyond the land sof the Elves. Lands which evil lurked and exiles roamed.
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Post by Jess on Feb 7, 2006 18:13:09 GMT -5
"Where are we headed?" Carniel asked, looking from his eye's to the horizon he sought out.
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Post by danja on Feb 8, 2006 6:20:25 GMT -5
The boat moved west: Curious thought Curandir.
If they followed the forest river upstream, they had one of two choices: To seek the water's source in the Grey Mountains cold in the north, or else follow it's tributary to the Mountains of Mirkwood in the midst of the Forest.
Whichever way they fared they would pass through the lands of Thranduil and would have to pass many wardens and sentries.
The eaves of the woodland realm may also still be watched; Curandir remembered the tone of the guards earlier that morning.
"noro lim rochal a-thaur" (ride fast R to the forest)
He may at least give distraction at that point; though what he could do to aid them further up stream, was beyond him.
He wished Carniel had chosen a different road.
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Post by god on Feb 8, 2006 16:06:28 GMT -5
Somewhere.
His voice trailed off as he picoted on his heel and began to walk back to the center mast. He bent down and picked up the two white Elven Katanas while he slung the Bow and quiver over his shoulder. He stood there stairing down at the deck around the center mast. He stood there silently for what seemed like hours but was actually only around ten to thirty minutes. Then, shouts of incoming boats. Bandits. The Elf on the land would surely have met them. The bandits would board the ship, killing all on board and looting the bodies. Eraisuithon had no intention of dieing aboard ship scum and filth. In Elvish he spoke to the female so that no one but themselves could hear his words.
Do not turn or act suspicious. Dodge any arrows that come toward you.
As if driven by the wind, Eraisuithon spun around and pushed off the center mast in a full on sprint. Before jumping over the edge, his left hand swiftly grasped the female Elf's mid forarm. And then, both disappeared over the edge of the boat into the waters below.
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