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Post by Synyster on Jul 17, 2007 18:41:30 GMT -5
"Forgive me master. How i came up here you ask? well i know how to keep myself hidden in the shadows i can even disapear for the naked eye." he said.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 17, 2007 18:52:13 GMT -5
"Really, well then you must be a good exspert in camuflagde then. I guess we could need your talents to many thing but for assasin I am not sure, i dont think the king would like to have any killed at the moment so it would become a blood bath of wars. We want peace not war, hope you understand that."He said seriously while he kept watching him as he leaned against his white staff, holding it close incase the elf would decide to attack him. He would use it if needed.
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Post by Synyster on Jul 17, 2007 18:58:31 GMT -5
don't worry i wil use my power as a marksman of gondor. he decided to show gandalf how good he was with the bow. He saw a little bug on the wall he quickly drew up a bow and arrow and crushed the bug on the wall. "hope thats good enough"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 17, 2007 19:05:33 GMT -5
As the elf spoke he listened interesting as he kept leaning on the staff cause Gandalf was old and these days he would need the staff to lean on so he could rest proparly while standing. When he took up the bow quickly and shot a fly that rested on the wall he got impressed and saw he was quite quick and good with handling the bow and arrow."Impressive, you got some really good skilled hiddin in yourself. We really could need you I am sure of but I dont know where to place you, its not actually my job but since your good at bow and arrow I think you should talk with Faramir in Ithilien..he could give you something to do I believe."
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Post by Synyster on Jul 17, 2007 19:10:46 GMT -5
"I will see what he has to offer me." When he went out the door a guard suddenly attacked him because of his looks. synyster drew his knife and blocked the guards blow, but he knew he couldnt kill him so he took his arm broke it and left the guard lying on the ground.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 17, 2007 19:15:48 GMT -5
Gandalf nodded to the elf and then watched him turn and leave but as he did so a randomly guard attacked him, though it was weird to see anyone do that to against a person with friendly buisniss but he guessed the guard was just suprised of his pop up. He watched the elf broke his hand and when he finaly left for Ithilien he told some other servants to help the guard with the broken arm.
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Post by Manwë Súlimo on Aug 2, 2007 15:19:58 GMT -5
A messanger from Dale arrived swift into the throne room of Minas Tirith, seeking the closest ranked person that could be found. He ran in and then spoke out cause news had come, his people was in need."Dale is lost! Dwarves attacked and its taken, news should be spread cause dwarves have shown themself untrusty. The men of Dale have gone south to Brownland and settled down, our kind should be on watch."
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 6, 2007 19:36:45 GMT -5
After some days while Gandalf had been gone from Minas Tirith, he now finaly returned but time time apon an eagle that softly landed outside the court yard were the white tree of Gondor could be found. He in haste went stright towards the throne room, were he hoped to speak with some of his old friends. Maybe the royalties Aragorn and Arwen or his young apprentece Indilwen who he now was seaking, he looked around but could only see guards and messagers though he called out."Men of Gondor, is there any royalties at home?"He then looked around as he waited for an answer, hoping someone would come so he would speak about urgent matters.
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Post by Indilwen on Aug 8, 2007 7:26:01 GMT -5
Indilwen entered the Throne Room, hearing the commotion within it. She saw Mithrandir, business had held them apart for quite a while, yet it was pleasant to see him back once again. She let her gown glide elegantly across the floor, she had already sent a Herald to Lady Arwen asking for her to join her in the Throne Room, it would not be long before she came. Indilwen only sent messages to the Queen, by Herald if they were important.
She came to a gentle halt beside Mithrandir, and inclined her head to him, “Suliad, Mithrandir. What business has brought you back to the White City?” she looked to the messenger before him. He appeared to be of Dale’s garment, according to her knowledge.
“Bad new perhaps?” More of a statement then a question, she continued her words to Mithrandir, “I have already asked for a Herald to fetch Lady Arwen, it appeared to me there was some negativity in the sweet air of Minas Tirith.”
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 8, 2007 8:11:47 GMT -5
As Indilwen, his apprentice suddenly arrived threw the hall doors from the chambers. He was glad to see her and so stepped closer to greet her though bad news were on his mind and things had to be done. When she spoke to him and the messanger from Dale, he listened and wondered about these news from Dale since they had been attacked by dwarves. It was weird that dwarves wanted war with the race of men though he himself though about going to speak with them, whenever he had time but that would not be before the Mordor war was finished."Greetings, Indilwen my young apprentice. I come with grave news and I need you to come with me, a shadow in the east has once agian arisen from ruins and something has to be done." He said and then looked at the messager of Dale for a moment before turn looking back at her while waiting on lady Arwen Undomiel to come.
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Post by Manwë Súlimo on Aug 9, 2007 9:36:45 GMT -5
The messanger from Dale stood next by as Indilwen appared, he listened to her words and then answered after Mithrandir was finished speaking."Dale have been taken and our people are now resting in the lands of Brown Land, what is the next orders? What shall we do, the dwarves are to many to attack." He said worried and waited respond from any of the wizards that were before him.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 9, 2007 9:48:12 GMT -5
Mithrandir stood waiting on Indilwen to answer as he suddenly heard the messanger speak agian, he looked at him and so figured that he should say something about what to do next since he was the most wise one about this matter."Let your men rest in Brownland, Dale should be given to the dwarves as offering of an alliance but."He said and then turned looking at Indilwen as he continued."I fear great danger is at our hand and the troops should be moved forth to the borders to secure strenght and resistent if enemies attack. I myself must be leaving to Ithilien, people are waiting and we have no time to lose. You must meet me there as soon as possible, either way give the words around and tell the nazguls have once again arisin and pieces are moving."With that he gently bowed and leaved for Ithilien, hoping she would follow him later on but also hoped the forces would be moved forth.
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Post by Manwë Súlimo on Aug 9, 2007 9:59:07 GMT -5
As Mithrandir spoke again, the messanger looked courious and nodded. Maybe this was the best way, to stay cool and wait in the lands of Brownland."As you wish, I`ll send a messenger to the dwarves then. Thank you and goodbye, may the valar protect you."With that he turned and leaved aswell, heading for Brownland were his people now had taken place.
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Post by Arwen on Aug 10, 2007 5:35:13 GMT -5
Arwen swiflty arrived, as quickly as her feet let her. She entered just as the messenger left. She looked to Indilwen, with a confused and comcerned look upon her brow. It was not like Indilwen to send a mesenger to fetch her, Indilwen usually came ot Arwen if need be.
She inclined her head to Indilwen, "What ails this meeting?" Arwen asked, as she smiled, and stod infront of Indilwen. Indilwen had become a close friend to Arwen, especially during these times. For hours they would speak, if they could. In Indilwen's eyes there was thought, misconcepting and maybe even a troublesome look. It was osmething to do with the wellbeing of others. It had to be.
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Post by Indilwen on Aug 10, 2007 6:05:58 GMT -5
Indilwen listened intently to Mithrandir. The bad news was a terrible thing to return upon and request for her aid, yet he was her teacher, and she should do as he says. Had Arwen not sent out an alliance treaty to the dwarves? It would be impossible for Gondor to attack them now, it would break any thoughts of alliance. Yet, it proved that the dwarves were indeed strong. She watched as Mithrandir left, she would not say farewell to him, as she would be seeing him as soon as possible. She wished the messenger a safe passage, and a good journey.
Before she began to pace, awaiting Arwen to arrive. As the messenger took his leave Arwen entered. Arwen seemed confused, and concerned as she arrived by Indilwen’s side, “The Dwarves have attacked Dale, My Lady. They have pushed all of the people from it, to the Brownlands, and the word is that they were strong. Mithrandir has spoken that the land should be given as a peace, and alliance offering, allowing those of Dale to reside in Brownlands.”
She placed a hand upon Arwen’s shoulder in a greeting and farewell like manner, “Mithrandir has asked, that I accompany him to Ithilien. I would say, that the Nazgul have also risen once again, yet I am quite sure, no danger nor fear is to be trifled with yet. May Arda protect you Lady Undomiel, and may we meet again soon. I leave now, sure to return to your side, as soon as possible.”
Indilwen left without any further words to Arwen. Partings where always the worst, and Indilwen was never any good at them. However, what was requested was not a want, it was a need. It was Indilwen’s duty to obey the orders of Mithrandir and help the good in the world. She just wished, sometimes, that it did not have to be so powerful breaking.
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