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Post by Bridie on Aug 18, 2007 2:41:28 GMT -5
Bridie sat in the very top of one of the highest trees, playing a little instrument she had created. It sounded almost like a flute, yet with many more notes, than she could have thought. Nothing is ever what is seems. It doesn’t make sense, but what can you do?
Her blonde hair blew in the gentle breeze, and rattled with the leaves. Just the feeling of sitting so high up in the world, was freedom. It was peaceful, relaxing and almost defeating. She felt immortal. She tried to make her surroundings blend into the music of the environment, and soon she had an audience of little birds, who gently tweeted along with the musical instrument. It had been quite awhile, since Bridie had travelled this far, and she usually planned to enjoy the solitude it offered. She was sick of placing chaos in wherever she went and sometimes she just peace.
She wanted to feel the sun through her hair. She was finally free to be who she wanted to be, she didn’t really care about anyone who disliked her for it. She watched the clouds fly through the blue sky. The peaceful moments, gave her time to rediscover herself and she quite enjoyed that. There was nothing in her way, except Time. Yes time, it was a great destroyer. It killed things.
She placed a hand in her small bag, and pulled out some berries she had collected, and began to eat some of them. Ceasing the event of music. She placed her head back against the tree, and watched the far horizon. Peace at last.
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Post by Radagast on Aug 18, 2007 10:15:26 GMT -5
((All right if I post? If not, I'll delete this.))
Radagast walked along in the forest. His thoughts had drifted towards the battle where he had sent his men.
He heard music, he looked around to see who might be playing. Then he realized that the music came from one of the threes. He looked up and saw a woman sitting there.
"Hallo up there," he called to her smiling.
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Post by Bridie on Aug 19, 2007 4:53:34 GMT -5
(Of course it is. J )
Bridie listened to the wind, letting its call drift through the world. It seemed to speak of the battle, one she would never join. However, she did like to keep up to date with what has happening in Arda, even though it really didn’t involve her. She found it better to drift between both the dark and the good lands. In her sweet surrender, she dozed against the tree.
Suddenly a voice yelled up to her, almost making her fall from the branch it was that un-expected. She took a deep breath and looked down. It was a man, with a long beard. She slumped her shoulders and took a breath, before swinging herself down to a lower branch, so they could converse easily.
“Radagast the Brown, I take it?” She stood on the lower branch, her bag and bow swung over one shoulder, and her hands on her hip. The tone in which she spoke was neither truly bitter, nor friendly. Yet it was one that did not threaten. She took a deep breath, before looking up to the branch she had come from. It was a fair way up, she was amazed she had gotten that far, truly.
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Post by Radagast on Aug 19, 2007 7:13:14 GMT -5
Radagast eyed her, glad that she came down. "Yes that is me," he said keeping his voice friendly. "I am sorry if I surprised you." he paused as a bird came down sitting down on his sholder. "And may I ask your name?" he then asked.
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Post by Bridie on Aug 20, 2007 6:18:19 GMT -5
Bridie looked at him, from head to toe before she answered, “My name is Bridie.”
She gave no further description, he had not asked for it. Nor was she truly willing to describe what she was doing. She finally took a deep breath and leaped from the branch to the ground, landing on kneeled legs before standing up, “Don’t worry. I couldn’t stay up there all night could I?”
She knew, she could, if she wished it. She watched the bird perch on his shoulder, he wasn’t really all that harmless. If a bird trusted this fellow, Bridie had no reason to fear him. After all, she was nearly, what one would call an aimless bird. She loved it.
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Post by Radagast on Aug 20, 2007 13:38:42 GMT -5
"The name fits the forest," he said, "And I believe you could have stayed in that three for a long time if you wised, maybe even all night." He said looking up at the branch she had been sitting. "But you of course know that best your selfe," he added.
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Post by Bridie on Aug 21, 2007 6:18:22 GMT -5
Bridie nodded, “True. I would not expect anyone else to tell me what to do. Unlike others, I do not follow rules,” she sighed, and watched where his glance went to. Up to that branch. That very top one she had perched herself on. It had looked good from the sky. It looked good from the ground too.
“So, Radagast, what brings you into this neck of the woods?” She noticed one of her companions land on a perch, a small hawk. He had flown a fair bit, it had not been awhile since she had seen him. She usually only saw him when she came to this place.
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Post by Radagast on Aug 22, 2007 13:50:25 GMT -5
He looked at her again. "Me? Well, I love walking here. But today I was walking here to collect my thoughts. They are collected now. To much war and suffering these days," he was silent a moment and it might have looked as if his thoughts had wondered off again.
"So you do not follow rules," he said after a short while, "that can not be easy."
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Post by Bridie on Aug 24, 2007 5:37:12 GMT -5
“Collecting thoughts, huh? Must be amusing,” she moistened her lips and crossed her arms, while keeping a firm look on The Brown Wizard. She had heard a lot about him, yes she had. Times had become quiet though, and hardly anyone mentioned those famed names of the people during the War of the Ring, that some people actually began to forget the legends that passed, “I suppose. War isn’t something I lean my ear to and ask what is going on.”
“I assure you, not following rules is quite easy, if you know how to dodge the consequences.”
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Post by Radagast on Aug 24, 2007 8:08:46 GMT -5
"That I can believe. Is that the reason for you being such a great three climber?" he said smiling again.
The girl interested him. There was something about her that reminded him of a real bird.
The bird flew from his shoulder into the sky. He looked after it.
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Post by Bridie on Aug 25, 2007 5:14:18 GMT -5
Bridie watched the bird from his shoulder leave. Her companion of old, still watched from a tree branch. His coat was of brows and grey, some of the beautifulness’ of earthen colours, that helped contrast him into the environment. He eyed the bird that had just flew off into the sky, with some curiosity, before returning his sceptical gaze elsewhere.
“No,” she referred to Radagast’s question about her being a tree climber, “It runs in my blood.”
She didn’t lie, nor did she tell the truth. That was the good thing about her own-grown personality. She could use it to her advantage, as well as driving her curiosity to higher levels. In ways her stubborn nature did compete with that of her blood’s likeness. Perhaps her gift, was also her curse.
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Post by Radagast on Aug 25, 2007 16:22:36 GMT -5
Radagast eyed the mighty bird, he was majestic n his eyes. He looked proud.
"Ah, well you have great blood then," he said. "Do you often walk in this forest?" he asked, he could not remember her. But of course many things happened in the forest that he did not know of.
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Post by Bridie on Aug 26, 2007 2:38:31 GMT -5
Grace watched his gaze, at the bird. Her eyes were also stabled on her companion, as he fluffed up and made himself cosy. Bridie moistened her lips, and watched the bird. She had not seen him for awhile, she only saw him every time she came up here, which was quite little.
“Not the best blood,” she said carefully, “I have quite some evil family in my background,” she sighed and took a deep breath, “I come here ever so often. In order to get away from the mainstream of events, or even a normal routine.”
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Post by Radagast on Aug 26, 2007 12:47:14 GMT -5
"Ah, I see," he said, "I believe that must be called healthy. Sometimes is better to get away from a situation rather than staying in it. And the forest is good relaxation for mind and soul. I am quite known for doing that my self sometimes. But I live in this forest, so I do not have to go far. It might even have become a part of my routine." he said thoughtfully looking at her again.
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Post by Bridie on Aug 27, 2007 3:34:35 GMT -5
Bridie had a crooked smile upon her face, as she listened to the old Wizard. Routines, oh she could hate them! That is one of the reasons she had become a traveller. She had always hated routines, could never stay and do that same thing twice, or was that thee times? Who cared? She just dis-liked routines, utterly.
She took a deep breath, “I suppose it is. I cannot see, how you can stand routines, they are so boring.”
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