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Post by enedhir on Sept 14, 2007 22:36:17 GMT -5
Enedhir was always one to be careful with his weapons, he needed the blacksmith to reforge his two short swords as well as his long sword, after recent battles they needed seeing to. He was a man of honour and he liked the fact that he feels respected in his uniform. And that's what he was doing, waiting outside the blacksmith's in his uniform.
A proud man in a proud job, a guard, a soldier. Leaning on the wall of the shop, he watched some of the other soldiers walk past him, inclining his head respectfully to them, they returned the respect, even the peasants and scared villagers of Gondor, rushing past to try and find somewhere safe to hide from the whispers of the coming war.
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Post by Aidan on Sept 17, 2007 21:58:49 GMT -5
Aidan also had business at the blacksmith--he needed to buy a new glaive. He walked through the streets of Minas Tirith hooded and cloaked in green. At a distance, he may have been percieved as a ranger, but in reality he was a wanderer. In his left hand he clutched the remnants of the pole that bore the blade of the glaive. It was black with red and gold tracings running up it. In front of the smithy he saw a soldier of Gondor with multiple swords standing in front.
"Good day to you." Aidan said to the soldier.
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Post by enedhir on Sept 18, 2007 22:02:03 GMT -5
Enedhir turned his head and inclined it polietely as the other man greeted him. "Hello," he responded with a small smile. From what Enedhir could see, was the man was very much a ranger of some sort, his clothes appeared to be very characteristically ranger-ish. Although Enedhir wasn't really a very shy man, he was at a loss for words to talk to the other man about. So, he figured he'd introduce himself.
"I'm Enedhir, soldier to the kindom." he extended his hand in greeting, a calm and gentle smile on his face.
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Post by Aidan on Sept 19, 2007 15:11:39 GMT -5
"And I'm Aidan, a wanderer." He shook the outstretched hand. "I have come here to acquire a new blade for my glaive since my last one was cleaved off. What brings a soldier of the kingdom to the blacksmith on his own accord?"
Enedhir seemed trustworthy enough, more trustworthy than his civillian counterparts. Soldiers could almost always be relied upon.
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Post by enedhir on Sept 19, 2007 17:11:29 GMT -5
Enedhir smiled lightly at the man, a wander wasn't really all that well known in these parts, but he took him as Aiden came. No judgment. Turning his head back to the shop, and lowering his hand back to the side of him, he thought about his two small swords and his long sword being reforged. "I needed my two small swords resharpened, and my long sword forging." he answered truthfully, "I would say, normally, the other guards would have done the same, however I thought it were more important if I took the matter into my own hands."
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Post by Fenrir on Sept 19, 2007 18:14:08 GMT -5
Fenrir was walking to the blacksmith hoping to buy an axe that he could use as a human, and even more lethaly as a werewolf. Near the outside of the blacksmith he saw two men conversing. The one he surprisingly recongnized as the man from about a week ago that he bit. He laughed on the inside but kept his composure. He finally ended leaning on the wall about three feet from what looked to be a gondorian soldier. He was silent and had his hood of his head on the sunny day. He did not like the sun or light for that matter.
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Post by Aidan on Sept 22, 2007 12:55:15 GMT -5
Enedhir may be a captain or something Aidan thought. "A wise idea, Enedhir, but more costly nonetheless." Aidan noticed that there was a bit of black blood leftover on his pole. "And what is your life story then?"
His eyes wandered around and rested on a man closeby that seemed strangely familiar, but Aidan pushed it from his mind.
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Post by Fenrir on Sept 22, 2007 15:38:47 GMT -5
Fenrir stayed up against the wall. He listened to the men talk. The pointless chit chatter annoyed him. He was very quiet and didn't like a lot of noise. The noisier the more annoyed he got. That's why he mostly stayed in the forests or in small villages. He waited hoping he would be able to see the blacksmith soon.
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Post by enedhir on Sept 27, 2007 6:45:19 GMT -5
Enedhir nodded meekly, "Can't say there's much to my life," he replied, keeping a weary eye on the hooded man not too far away from where Enedhir and Aiden stood. Waiting for the Blacksmith, like they were, nevertheless. "Born and bred to serve the army." he again nodded meekly. He wasn't shy, or wasn't interested in talking with Aiden, he just wasn't all that good at talking. Not really. "... and yourself?" it was absent talk, just a matter of trying to pass the time as his weapons were fixed and to his standards.
Enedhir was skeptical of the hooded man, he wasn't sure who he was, or if he had seen him before in his travels. Unfortunately he didn't recognise him, and wasn't about to ask Aiden if they knew each other -- too impolite to talk about someone when they're not three feet away.
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Post by Fenrir on Sept 27, 2007 15:12:54 GMT -5
Fenrir slowly listened to the men's chatter. The more they talked the more annoyed he got. It got hotter and brighter as the sun rose further into the sky.
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Post by Isildurn Silverstar on Feb 5, 2008 21:35:23 GMT -5
Isildurn, wearied by her journey from Lothlorien, approached the Blacksmith's at a slow pace. She spied the to men talking by the entrance and the cloaked figure a small distance away. Her Gondorian Longsword was in need of repair and her elvish skills were too much for it. She tightened her grip on the handle as she passed the cloaked man. She approached the two other gentlemen somewhat timidly. "Excuse me, but this is the Blacksmith's, correct?"
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