Lothlorien- Free RP

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As you near the woods of Lothlorien, the rolling fields give way to silver barked trees and the streams that wind their way down the hill, meander into the trees' grey shadows. A silence seems to hang in the air around the woods, for no birds sing here and the paths that creep their way between the trees soon fade into the thickening undergrowth, their destination shrouded by a curling mist that lingers around the roots of each tree. This is a place of great mystery, a home for the rarely seen Galadhrim of Lothlorien. You have come this far. One more step will set you upon the path that leads into the woods and eventually to the heart of Lothlorien itself.

This thread is open to ALL races
This is a free RPG thread. In this thread you can create and develop your own storylines, either by yourself or with others. Develop your character here, play out your own stories and scenarios. Be creative.
Below are a list of areas where you may wish to set your stories, or you may just wish to refer to them or travel through them. Use them to help develop your stories.
Normal plaza rules apply.
Keep all posts of a decent length and content.If your storyline has a title, put it at the top of your posts.
This thread is set in the third age.
Have fun.

Places of Lothlorien

The Guard flets
At the north, south, east and west borders of the woods, unseen amongst a dense cluster of silver mallyrn are the flets of the Lorien Guard. It is here that the soldiers of Lothlorien stand guard, waiting and perpared should any stranger attempt to pass into the woods. Tread softly here if you wish to make your way deeper into the woods, for the elves have keen hearing and a ready bow.
(Only host members may post as soldiers at the flets)

The Nimrodel
Named after the elven maiden,the silver waters of this gentle stream are said to have healing properties and a paddle in the cool depths will ease the weariness of a traveler's feet. Entering the woods in the north west, the stream is neither wide, deep nor fast flowing but as you follow its path you will come across its tumbling waterfalls, where rainbows can be seen in the spray and golden flowers float upon the water. Rest awhile here.

The Celebrant
Flowing towards the southeast, this fast flowing and icy cold river cannot be waded across and yet its depths must be spanned should you wish to reach Caras Galadhon. If you are lucky you may be able to find one of the strong rope bridges left by the Galadhrim. Horses cannot pass beyond this point. Smooth paths can be found on both banks.

The Anduin
The great river. If you follow the Celebrant you will come to the Anduin, a great, wide, fast flowing river down which the swan boats of the elves can sometimes be seen sailing.

The Hythe of Lothlorien
Located on the tongue of the Naith, by the banks of the Celebrant, the white stones and white wooden platforms of the Hythe can be found. It is here that the swan boats and grey boats of Lothlorien are tethered with hithlum rope. It acts as a small port for Lothlorien and goods are shipped to and from the Hythe to the Anduin and beyond. Occasionally, a swan boat can be seen sailing slowly from the Hythe towards the river, carrying the silver clad elves who are bound for the west. Their songs can be heard across the waters of the Celebrant.

Cerin Amroth
Rising from a grassy clearing in the trees, the hill of Cerin Amroth stands solitary and magestic. A ring of silver, white trees forms and outer circle, but these are dwarfed by the giant mallyrn that grow to form an inner circle. Yellow elanor and pale niphredil flowers grow in abundance here, sprinkling the ground with silver and gold petals.

The Glade
Just before you reach Caras Galadhon, you come to a circular clearing of grass, where the mallyrn do not grow. It is here that you will sometimes find the elves gathering to sing and recite poetry or to play their music.

The White Bridge
Outside the gates of Caras Galadhon there stands a white bridge, across which you must walk should you wish to pass into the realm of the Galadhrim.

Caras Galadhon
The Egladil. The dwelling place of the Galadhrim. It is here that the tallest and mightiest of the mallorn grow. Silver stairways and ladders lead up to the tops of the trees, where numerous telain have been built. Should you be granted access to Caras Galadhon you will find here the greatest of all the elven crafters. Weavers spin and fashion the cloaks of the elves, jewelers craft the brooches and circlets that adorn the heads of the Galadhrim, fletchers carve the arrows for the bows of the Guards and beneath the trees, the fire pits of the blacksmiths and armourers blaze continuously as the sound of hammer on metal reverberates throughout the trees. The laments of the elves fill the air, their songs sorrowful yet compelling to listen to. This is a magical and mystical place.

Caras Galadhon- The Hall of the Lord and Lady
Rising above all the other trees, a mighty mallorn holds a flet of great size and upon this platform a mighty hall has been built. Within this silver hall live Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. If you come in friendship, you may be granted a meeting with the Lord and Lady.

Did I just copy/paste this from an old Lothlorien thread in the Way Back Machine? Dang straight I did. Do the rules matter? Not particularly. Do what you want! Make up new locations! Just Be Nice, and don't go too crazy.

Generally just post your location at any given time, bold people's names so they know you're talking about them. You probably know the drill.
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Dincairwen padded quietly up the stairs winding around the mallorn tree toward the talan high up. Her brown leather boots were worn from long travel and muddy from walking along the river. The grey cloak, too, was dusty and fraying at the hem. She had been away for a long time, but was home now. She paused and leaned against the railing, letting her emerald eyes drink Lothlorien in. It was beautiful and Cair had missed it. The sounds of the Galadhrim singing in the distance, the soft murmur of the waterways around them, and the silent hum of power she always felt here. From years of serving Lady Galadriel, she knew who the source of that power was.

Sighing happily, Cair continued up and into the Hollow of Lothlorien. She stepped hesitantly inside and scanned the room for familiar faces. Would anyone even know her now? Would she know anyone else? Surely it hadn't been that long in the span of immortal lifetimes. She pushed the hood of her cloak down and smoothed her raven-dark hair self-consciously. Maybe she should have changed and freshened up before coming here. But then again, everything in her talan was likely dusty and also needed freshening up. It would be a process.

Cair approached the bar and ordered wine, water, and stew. She found a table near a wall where she could watch the door, and sank gratefully into a chair to wait for her food, and to see if any friends would appear.

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Dimcairien raced up the steps, her long blue dress hitched up in her hands, taking most of them two at a time, to the talan at the very top. Despite her tiredness, it had been a very long journey, she had regained a sudden burst of energy as she neared one of her old haunt, The Hallow. Oh, how she had yearned for food and drink among friends. It had only been a few years, which to an elf should be just the blink of an eye, but it was time spent away from her home, which always felt longer than it actually was.

She finally arrived at the entrance to the Hallow and slowly entered. Food first and then hopefully familiar faces. After ordering her favorite stew and wine, she glanced around the room, wondering if anyone she knew had chosen this hour to frequent the popular tavern. A moment later, she spied a familiar face, Cair! A quick glance showed that she too had just returned from a long journey. Dimcairien walked over to the table and greated the old friend. "Hello Cair, it's been awhile."

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It had been so long since home felt like home. For Mazana, the spark of life had all but died in the past years and the days had mixed into a blur of routine and duty. Though nothing tangible had been lost and Lothlorien was still as beautiful as it had always been, it still felt like something had disappeared and it had almost been enough to convince her to sail for the Undying Lands. But one day, unexpectedly, a door that had been forgotten swung open and footsteps began to walk up steps that had long been undisturbed. Life had come back. The Hollow was calling.

She had already eaten dinner by herself, but it wasn't really the idea of food from The Hollow that made her put on a passable gown of white instead of her warrior's leathers and pull her scarlet hair up in some semblance of an updo. It was the thought that maybe, just maybe, familiar faces would be there. If not familiar, then at least a friendly smile or two. Ignoring the urge to put on a hood and sidle mysteriously into the place, she entered The Hollow. To be polite, she ordered (and downed) a glass of wine first, before turning around from the bar and scanning the room. Two elleths (Cair, Dimcairien) at a table near a wall caught her eye and she hoped she was not interrupting anything as she approached with a smile, some glasses, and a new decanter of red wine from the tavern keeper. "Mae govannen! And welcome back from your journeys, I think," she greeted.

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It felt as though ages had passed since Baingíl last set foot in Lothlórien. Her journey from Mirkwood had been pleasant enough, but cutting around Dol Guldur took extra time. Now, finally, she was able to bask in the peaceful beauty of Lothlórien; so unlike the dense, terrifying darkness of Mirkwood. It was almost too peaceful. No, she forcibly dismissed that thought. She was too used to fighting Mirkwood's growing darkness, the foul creatures that haunted the forest. Even before she'd come to Mirkwood and joined the Guard, it was rare to relax, as doing so was an excellent way to get a wanderer killed. Lórien wasn't too peaceful; Baingíl was too unused to peace. That was the precise reason she needed this vacation.

She wasn't exactly unknown in Lórien, so she'd arrived a Caras Galadhon without being stopped for more than a few words of greeting. The White Bridge was as lovely as ever despite the many feet that trod it. Golden light filtered through the trees. The sound of rushing water offered a soft accompaniment to the rustle of leaves and the soft melodies of singing elves. There was a dreamy quality to it, hypnotic and sweet to Baingíl's ears. However, no matter how much of a lullaby the forest sang, it was too early to find a place to sleep, and Baingíl was more in want of food (and perhaps companionship) anyway. She found her steps turning toward The Hollow in search of both. She moved slowly, not daring to make a sound out of place which might disturb the harmonies. She was most likely the only one who had such concerns - far ahead of her, she spotted an elleth in a blue dress rushing up steps that wound around an ancient tree toward a talan at the top.

Baingíl paused to eye her own worn green dress, still dusty from her journey despite being mostly covered by a dark green cloak. Between the bow and quiver against her back and the dagger at her hip (not counting her more hidden weapons), she was overly armed for such a peaceful place. She pushed her hood away from her face ran her fingers through her hip-length black hair in an attempt to arrange it as she continued walking. It felt a little silly to be so self-conscious - she was going to a tavern, a normal place for travelers to go, still tired and wearing the signs of their journeys. Even if she felt out of place in the beauty and the harmony - the glory - of Lothlórien, Baingíl had little reason to doubt her welcome as a representative of Mirkwood. Perhaps she'd even have the opportunity to visit Dincairwen. Baingíl had fond memories of collaborating with the Lórien Guard in their investigation of Dol Guldur, and working with the other elleth had been a bright spot despite the troubling discoveries they'd made.

Baingíl's thoughts meandered as she climbed the steps toward her goal. From watching the Lórien folk enter The Hollow, it looked like it would be a busy night. She entered and stepped quickly to the end of the bar, quietly asking for stew - she could smell it in the air and it smelled delightful. Order made, she looked around the bar for friendly faces. It shouldn't have surprised her as it did to see Dincairwen, surrounded by friendly faces. Baingíl smiled at the sight and peered closer, trying to decide if she recognized either of the elleths who had joined Dincairwen (a mildly difficult prospect when their backs were turned), and nodded a greeting. Perhaps she'd join them once her food and drink arrived. For now, she decided that her most pressing concern was to sink into the nearest chair, rest her weary feet, and await her meal.
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Aduchil made his way up to the Hollow with calm steps. Lord Celeborn was absent and could not hear his report; he might as well pass the time in pleasant circumstances until such an hour. WIth the travel dust of the East on his grey cloak, not to mention the rest of him, the long miles could be seen upon him. He entered the Hollow to find it quiet; few Elves resided in the city, or else they were absent like Celeborn. Like he had been until present moment.

Choosing an empty spot for himself, Aduchil leaned his longbow against the table. The quiver by his side was empty of arrows and had been for a long while. Not feeling hungry, Aduchil helped himself to a cup of wine from the nearest keg instead. He put down the hood on his cloak and sank down in a chair, exhaling deeply. Only then did he pay closer attention to the other patrons of the tavern. Their faces were familiar, and he wondered if they had been in Caras Galadhon all this time, or only recently returned like himself. Regardless, he raised his goblet a few inches as he caught their eyes, nodding in casual greeting before taking his first sip of wine in ages.

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Naur did not sidle into the Hollow. Nor was she very mysterious, in her half-hearted attempt to pull her auburn hair back and look, at the very least, presentable. But she hadn't done this in a very long while--talk to people, that is. Her work took up most of her time, and she was fine with that. But everyone needs a break. And after spilling an entire tub of ink on her current illustration--an image of the House of the Swallow, in Gondolin, before--well--she thought a glass of wine and some company was perhaps not a bad idea. So she walked straight in and helped herself to just that. There were benefits to once being the mistress of the Hollow, one being she always knew where the wine was.

Wine procurement successful, Naur looked around the old Hollow. Despite the dark circles beneath them, her hazel eyes sparkled as she recognized many faces. She sipped her wine casually, realizing what an actual mess she was: ink stains on her hand, sleeve, all over her subtle brown work dress. She was sure she probably had a smattering of ink on her cheek. No matter. The Hollow was busy. Full of several faces, all of them looking like they ended a long journey. Naur hadn't left Lorien in a while, her contributions to the library becoming a priority for the moment. Travel was in order soon. She'd have to ask about wider lands, she'd have to go to Rivendell, maybe even the coast. A shadow passed her face. An unpleasant moment where a memory became too real.

She shook off her worries for the time being--she was in a tavern, for crying out loud. In one corner sat Baingíl. Naur tilted her head to the Mirkwood elf, not wanting to disturb her meal. To the side sat Aduchil--one of her old friends, a person she hadn't seen in quite a long time. Before she could stop herself, she walked over and plopped herself in a seat near him and three other elleths: Cair, Mazana, and Dimcairien. She had seen Mazana racing toward the tavern before coming in--a streak of blue dress, palpable with excitement--which had in fact spurred her excitement to visit too. She sighed, relaxing a bit, eyes first engaging Aduchil. "Old friend. How are you? What news of the East, or would you prefer to not talk of news?" She smiled at the three elves then. "Familiar faces. So good to see you! Did I over hear that you all are ending journeys? What news outside of Lorien?" She needed a tale or two outside of her own world.

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“Now, I told you once and I shall tell you again, silence is the key Gareth!” A lilting tone came out harshly from the many folds of the blackened robe as a tiny tail lashed side to side in an almost protest to the verbal remark. A small slender hand reached out from the hem of the robes and grasped the black, red stripped tail, forcing it back underneath the many robes of darkness. Being stealthy is one thing, being stealthy with a mischievous Zurkuvi was another.

The small robed figure was anything but imposing. Barely five foot three, the towering elves of her kind were far more impressive. Half elf, mixed breed, tainted lineage, she was often referred to one or all of these from under hidden breaths and many whispers when she used to roam these lands. Never a home, a nomad at heart, she barely stayed in one place for long. It was interesting, of course, to find herself back again in the lands of her ancestors, after so many years of avoiding it.

A thinned pout with furrowed brows formed on her beauteous oval face. Violet hued eyes hidden underneath the heavy hood, narrowed in annoyance as she studied the coming and goings of those that entered the Tavern. A small foot, encased in harden leather, tapped on the ground, as if she was taking a step towards the familiar doors then pausing in an almost uncertain manner. It wasn’t that she was wary about being back here, it was an old haunt after all but the years since her sudden departure, might bring unwelcome questions if she was recognized.


“By the Old Gods Gareth!...I'm going” The lilting tone snapped again and was soon followed by a small annoyed tittering squeak in response. The rigid straight figure, slumped slightly, as it shuffled toward the tavern doors. A sigh of obvious annoyance and a groan of denial came from underneath the hood as her small, dainty leather clad hands reached out to pull open the doors and enter the cheerful, familiar space from her memories. Memories that she would sooner forget then remember.

Familiar scents from food missed so long ago wafted across the wide open space, had the unwelcomed effect of teasing her small, button nose. With a shuffle, the small figure moved towards the bar, avoiding any contact with the mass of beings that have congregated on one of the tables. A flick of violet hued eyes studied them for a brief moment, making note to avoid that group like a plague before she arrived at her destination. Coins placed, meal ordered and drink in hand, the figure paused for a brief moment as If deciding where to go before picking a rather dim lit corner. With a heavy sigh, the figure lowered on the chair, rolled back her shoulders and waited for the meal to arrive. Hopefully sooner, rather then later.
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The Hollow seemed to be a very popular place, Dimcairien thought, as more she elves recognized entered the tavern. And many of them looked as if they had been travelling, and quite some distances too. The Mirkwood elf who sat in one corner, Baingil, she remembered, looked familiar, though she couldn't recall any specific adventures with her.

Before much longer, two other elves joined the table where she and Cair sat. "Mazana!" she said, as the elf joined the table, "it's good to see you. I take it you have just returned from a journey as well?"

Before she could say any more, another elf, Naur, who naturally was holding a goblet of wine, joined the table and quickly inquired as to the results of their journeys.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Naur," Dimcairien said, "It appears you've been spending a great deal of time in the library, which is a place I have greatly missed. I have just returned from Arnor. Lady Galadriel always likes to know what is occurring across the lands. I will say, I greatly prefer this inn to the Prancing Pony. It's simply vulgar there at time!"

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Cair was only a few sips of wine in before she found herself face to face with another elf, one she recognized. Truth be told she had been hoping to get a little more wine in her to help her make conversation. She'd spent far too much time alone in woods and desolate lands, seeing things she would rather not have, and not interacting with many sentient living creatures. Creatures, yes. Living... not necessarily. Lothlorien was like a balm to her soul after where she had gone in service of it.

"Dimcairien! Hello! Quite a while, yes. How are you keeping?" Cair blinked and smiled, hoping she was socializing correctly. She felt half feral at this point. She would need to relearn the subtle communications of other elves quickly. More familiar faces came into the Hollow. Cair's inclination at being surrounded was to reach for her sword and tense, ready to defend herself. But, no. That was not the right reaction. Valar, she needed a visit with Lady Galadriel to calm her nerves. Or a healing potion or two. Maybe a good long sleep.

"Mazana, mae govannen!" She said, smiling again, this time getting it closer to right. "Yes, I did just return. Less than an hour ago, in fact. I don't dare go look at my talan. I can't imagine the layers of dust that are waiting for me. How are you, mellon?" Mazana was a friend she had worked closely with in the more recent years in the Golden Wood, especially in the Guard. This one she could trust, though she did have a tendency to sidle mysteriously or shiftily into a room.

The next person she saw brought the first grin she'd managed in a long time to her face. Her green eyes lit up as she caught Baingil's eye and waved. Her friend from Mirkwood was choosing to sit alone for the time being, so Cair let her be. Bain would come over eventually, or they could find a few moments later to catch up. She imagined they had been about similar business.

The next figure she saw enter she knew had been about similar business. Aduchil came in set his bow against a table and helped himself to a drink, not looking around immediately. She followed his movements with her eyes, and when he looked over at them half-smiled and raised an eyebrow. When he raised his goblet she likewise raised hers. "Nice to cool down, isn't it?" She asked him. "Or in my case, warm up." Sighing quietly, she gave him a look that she hoped communicated that they would catch up fully later, when it was quieter. She was glad to see that he was safe and looked fairly sane. Cair wasn't sure she could say the same for herself honestly. But she thought she was doing an excellent job of hiding it. Though if anyone noticed she was a touch off-kilter it would be him. Eru knew they'd spent enough time working together for him to pick it up.

"Oh, more friends!" She said, turning to see Naur come in and join Aduchil. She waved and then took a long drink of her wine, emptying the glass. "I need more. Be right back." she said to her companions, standing slowly and stretching before walking over to the bar to get another. With another glass of wine in hand, she overheard Naur ask if they had been on journeys. "Yes." She replied simply, letting Dimcairien answer and tell about her journey to Arnor. Yes, Galadriel did love to know what was happening. That was for sure. Cair knew she would probably feel better after talking to someone about it, and glanced at Aduchil again. Oh well, there was time, she thought, sitting down again.

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Aduchil noticed the look Dincairwen sent him, and he reciprocated with as much subtlety as he could. From her demeanour, he could tell she had been on her own journey not unlike his, though by her remark, she had been northwards. "Nice to clear the dust from my throat," he replied, and his voice sounded hoarse. He had not used it in months, let alone spoken any Elvish tongue for years. The eastern wastelands were harsh to any kind of life that might attempt to settle there, and indeed, very little did. Most of Aduchil's journey had been a long trek. He had preferred the empty lands, though - the few times he ran into people, he had been forced to wear a blindfold to hide his ears. At least playing a blind beggar kept anyone from paying him any heed.

He imagined Dincairwen had come to the Hollow for the same reason as him, killing time until she could make her report. Perhaps Celeborn even expected to question them both at the same time, comparing their results. Or maybe not. Such was for the lord and lady of the forest. For now, it would have to wait. Aduchil took another sip of his wine, smiling at Mazana and Dimcairien at the table as well. "Been a long time since I last saw you in the forest," he said, to nobody in particular - it applied to all of them, after all.

Another face not long seen, but familiar all the same, entered the Hollow. It did not take long for Naur to join them. "Well met," he told her, feeling his throat still dry. He quickly remedied this with another sip. "No news but dust," he said in reply to Naur, giving a dry chuckle. "The East lies quiet. Though I passed through Dale on my outgoing journey. The city lies fair and seems rebuilt in all respects since the terror of Smaug was defeated." He cast a glance at Baingil standing not too far away, as he knew the Elf to hail from Mirkwood. Most likely, she had been present during the fateful aftermath.

"What of you?" he asked Naur. "I recall a previous evening spent with you in this very locale, but you have no doubt been occupied with many matters yourself since then."

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"I don't think walking from my talan to the tavern counts as a journey, especially when you seem to have gone on a more interesting trip yourselves," Mazana said to Dimcairien with a smile as she sat down. "It warms the heart to see friendly faces here." A fleeting moment of worry crossed her mind as Cair mentioned that she had only just arrived, and Mazana felt a twinge of guilt in case she was crowding her friend who had been hoping to put her feet up alone. "If you need any help battling errant dust bunnies or anything else, let me know," she offered casually as she began pouring glasses for the people arriving.

It wasn't long before another familiar figure made its way into the tavern. Baingíl was the Chief Guard of Mirkwood, if Mazana remembered correctly. It was quite possible that she was wrong. From the weapons she had on hand, it appeared as if she had also made The Hollow her first port of call in Lorien. With an expression that she hoped looked welcoming, Mazana twisted around in her chair and raised an unclaimed glass of wine in Baingíl's direction as if inviting the other elleth to it. From where she sat, it didn't look like the Mirkwood elf already had a beverage in hand.

The tavern was slowly filling with patrons both unknown and familiar. Aduchil, who managed to make her feel like saluting even as he nodded casually, had joined them with a rather generic greeting, to which she replied with shrug and a fond smile. A corner of her mouth quirked up slightly as she noted that he resembled a thorn surrounded by roses. Their party grew again as they were joined by Naur, whose ink-stained hands reminded Mazana that the elleth worked in the library. If that was indeed ink on her cheek, it only added to her charm, she thought with a small smile. The hooded figure that entered after them merited a curious glance, but Mazana held her curiousity in check when the person made a point of avoiding interaction with any patrons. Some people could broadcast with their actions alone their need for privacy and she could respect that.

As some of their tablemates started their own private conversations, Mazana leaned towards Dimcairien and sipped her wine. Strands of hair had slipped out of her simple updo and pooled on the table as she leaned her cheek on her hand. "I can't say I've been to the Prancing Pony, so I shall take your word for it. But you said you've arrived from Arnor? I haven't been out of Lórien for such a long time. May I bother you for a tale from your adventures? It must be more interesting than anything that has happened in the Wood thus far."

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Baingíl realized that she indeed recognized many of the faces that gathered around Dincairwen, including some of those who joined her friend while Baingíl awaited her meal. She was sure she recognized Dimcairien, though she couldn't quite place where they'd met. Mazana as well - it was truly surprising how many Lorien elves she recognized. She inclined her head in greeting to Naur as the elleth joined them, offered a smile to the hooded figure that seemed as shy as Baingíl herself could be at times, and nodded when Aduchil joined the slowly growing crowd in the tavern.

The flurry of greetings and inquiries about journeys put Baingíl more at ease than anything else so far. A wave from Dincairwen brought an even bigger smile to her face, her shoulders loosening from the slight amounts of tension they'd carried at the welcome, and she waved back. She further relaxed with the arrival of a delightful stew, which tasted as good as it smelled. The various glances the others sent in her direction were welcoming. It was strange how this put Baingíl more at ease than the peaceful beauty of the Lorien woods - the bustle of a pub and friendly faces. She kept half an ear to the talk while she ate.

Her stew was partially finished (which didn't take long at all) when she decided to accept Mazana's unspoken invitation to join the group. Baingíl brought her bowl over to the group, overhearing Aduchil's comment about how it had been a long time since he'd seen people. "It's been a time for journeys, it seems," she offered, before finding a chair and sitting down. She looked around, then hesitantly drew the glass of wine towards herself and sipped it. Dimcairien had traveled father than herself of late, she noted. "Mae govannen," she offered quietly to those present, "and thank you," more specifically to Mazana.

It sounded as though Aduchil had been in Dale. "I haven't traveled to Dale recently," she offered when he glanced toward her, "but Mirkwood has benefited a good deal by trade with them, especially in recent years. The reports I heard from the Guards who've visited make me regret not visiting since they finished rebuilding." As a center of trade with both the Mirkwood Elves and the Lonely Mountain dwarves, Dale's rebuilding since Smaug had gone particularly quickly. Baingíl's own duties as Chief Guard had kept her from traveling much lately - until this vacation, of course - but perhaps she should find an excuse to visit Dale properly and see the results of the rebuilding efforts for herself.

She kept an ear toward the conversation regarding Arnor - it had been even longer since she set foot in Arnor or Imladris than it had since she'd visited Dale. Sometimes she missed her years of wandering before she'd come home to Mirkwood, and with so many recently-traveled in one place, she felt a little bit more at home. Even Dincairwen had been away, and much like Baingíl hadn't stopped to freshen up before seeking the tavern. Baingíl was curious about where she'd been, but for now, the conversations around her were interesting enough. She ate her stew more slowly now, savoring the warm glow of good food and good company.
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Naur sat back as the group greeted one another. She knew the hooded figure would rather be on her own, but she did have questions about what was--well, what was a tail sticking out from the robes of the hidden one. An eyebrow shot up, but she didn't say anything. Wasn't her place. She was just happy to see that the Hollow, for once, was slightly more interesting than usual. She sipped her wine, inclining her head to Dimcairien. "You will have to stop by, although I expect my work is nearly wrapping up, and I will have to travel soon. There are some...things I must attend to in the South. Nonetheless, we've completed no less than 12 full manuscripts in the past few months!" She laughed at Dimcairien's horror. "Indeed, the Hollow tries to maintain a certain amount of surface elegance. Dig deeper, and I'm not always sure. At the very least, it's mostly empty. One of the reasons I'm glad you're here!' In fact, she was glad they were all there. Even though Mazana was in Lorien, it was far and few times Naur got out. She smiled at the elleth.

Cair's simple answer to Naur was enough to let her know her question. She nodded her head and let it go. Journeys took on many forms, dark, boring, adventurous, exciting--she sighed sadly. It appeared as though most journeys in these times were dark. She mulled over her own planning in her head--Imladris would be fine of course. The knowledge imparted on her from there would be hard. The second part of the journey, the part where she would travel to see for herself--she was in a tavern, for goodness sake. No use in thinking about that.

Especially since Aduchil was there. She looked down as he mentioned a distant memory, smiling all the same. She was happy to see him. Her eyes flickered back to him, glad to hear the news--or rather the lack of it--of the East. "It seems the East has clung to you, so bored of the region from where it came. This is indeed good news. And Dale's healing. I am not sure I have been there. Perhaps one day," she sighed into her cup. Baingíl's comments made Dale sound even more appealing--Naur would have to talk with the elf at some point. She loved Mirkwood, and a trip to Dale would be easy from there. Why not go somewhere pleasant after going somewhere less so?

The wine was more than she was used to, but then, being in a tavern was more than she was used to. Gone were the evenings where she would ensure every visitor to the Hollow were happy. Gone was a time when socializing was an integral part of her being. More serious things were happening now. She glanced nervously at his inquiry of her. She knew it was coming, and still didn't know quite how to respond. "Well, of course, ha, many matters. Mostly pertaining to the library. But, it is fortuitous that you are here.." she hesitated. She knew how busy he was, and judging from the exchange of glances between him and Cair, he had other affairs to attend to. Naur would make it quick. She would ask her few questions, finish her wine (well, perhaps a second glass), and go. "Aduchil, how far South has anyone been lately? South...south. Harad."

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The years passed swiftly, the Golden leaves of Lorien bloomed and fell, and Sidra found herself once more walking beneath the golden boughs of her homeland. She had been wandering in the wild for what seemed like forever; traveling as far as the Shire to help keep watch on the borders. It was only now, during the shift in the watch that she had decided to travel home. She felt drained and weary. She needed rest, and she knew she’d find rest without worry within the Golden Woods.

As she walked towards the tavern she couldn’t help but smile to herself. What would her kinsmen think of her bedraggled state? Her boots, and navy cloak were mud stained, and her dark clothing was travel worn. Her black hair hung halfway down her back - pulled halfway into a braid. She always felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb among her kinsmen who were more fair of appearance than her. Sidra was a Half-Elf - which made her stick out even more. Anyone who looked her way could tell that at once. It wasn’t just her black hair that gave it away. She had inherited more from her Gondorian father than that - she also had his dark umber eyes. Plus, Eru had not blessed her height wise. In bare feet she stood only 5’2”. Better to sneak around unseen. She always told herself. Still, Lorien was her home. It was her mother’s homeland, and where Sidra had been raised after her parents death. She couldn’t complain; she had been raised well, and had even had a friend who had taken her under her wing and looked out for her.

Sidra wondered if her friend would be around. She took a deep breath. Food first, then she could look for her friend. She squared her shoulders and pushed the door to the tavern open. Light and warmth spilled out. She breathed a sigh. Already she could feel peace washing over her. She made her way over to the bar, keeping her eyes low, and ordered. She smiled as the bar keeper handed her a bowl of stew and a mug of honeyed wine, nodding her thanks as she paid. Wine! It would be a welcome change from the beers she had drunk in Bree.

Turning she scanned the room for a place to sit. Several elleths already sat together, conversing, but it was a lone figure in a dim lit corner that caught her eye. The hooded figure looked familiar to her. She slowly made her way across the room, and stopped in front of the table. “Mae Govannen, mellon!” She said softly, tilting her head to try and glimpse the face beneath the hood. “You wouldn’t happen to be Lilath, would you?”

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By now, Dimcairien had her wine in hand, and a hearty bowl of stew in front of her. "I will be much better after this delicious food," she replied to Cair. "It's been far to long since I have enjoyed a meal here." Swallowed a delicious mouthful of stew and sighed in contentment.

She gave a nod to Audchil, but let him be, knowing that if he wished to share any details on his journey, he would do so in his own time. Though it was good to hear that Dale was recovering. It made sense as it had been years since Smaug, but she had seen enough desolation in her life to understand how long recovery took. She had a feeling that perhaps Audchil, Cair, and herself all had similar reasons for their journeys. They had all travelled in different directions at roughly the same time.

Dimcairian gave a slight chuckle at Naur's answer to her question. "That sounds like intense work," she replied, "but essential. I am looking forward to seeing the library again. As unsual as it sounds, scouts can be readers too. And yes, I've lived here long enough to know that the Hollow isn't always elegant, but maintains that demeanor. And take care in the South. I rarely go that way, but it tis a mysterious, and worrisome, place." The South always made Dimcairian nervous, ever since she was a young child and her father was killed at Dagorlad. She greatly respected anyone who had the courage to journey that direction. Even thousands of years after the War, the darkness lingered down there.

She took a few more slow bites of stew, relishing in the hot, familiar taste. While she had had some good meals on her travels, there was nothing to compare to the taste of food from home. As she ate, Baingil joined the table as well, at an invitation and a glass a wine from Mazana. "Mae govannen," she replied to Baingil's greeting. "Indeed, it has been the time for journeys. How goes it in Mirkwood?" She remembered that the elf Chief Guard, or something along those lines, and held a high ranking position among Thranduil's court.

"Ah," she replied to Mazana. "It's been so long, I cannot remember who was travelling far afield and who stayed here. I trust all is well in Lorien?"

As the table began to group off into quiet conversations, Mazana leaned over, smiled gently at Dimcairien, and asked for tales. Dimcairien was unsure how much she should reveal to the elleth before sharing the news with Lady Galadrial, but decided that a few simple words would not hurt. "It twas a simple scouting trip," she said. "Arnor is stable, though things are much changed from when I was there last. There is an air of unease and I saw far more dwarves than I expected to see. And, that rather unusual hobbit, Baggins, now resides in Rivendell! If I didn't know better, I'd swear that he as elven immortality. He hardly looks a day over fifty."

She paused for a moment, wondering what specifics Mazana desired. Her brain was a bit of a muddle and needed a moment to determine what was confidential and what could be shared. Though it was wonderful to speak with another woodland elf again. The elves of Rivendell were wonderful, but nothing like old friends.
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Gareth! King of Kings! Prince of all Zurkuvi! Protector of the lost! Guiding and mighty lizard of Harad! was currently being.....squished....by heavy folds of obsidian curls. His pet, yes his pet, the one who he found reeking of blood and metal on the outskirts of his desert home, was slowly murdering him with her fur.

'Get...off....me' He yelled in protest. (Well squeaked...ahhem..) He squeaked in protest and reached out his two front feet to cling to the cladded leather limbs with his digits. In a writhing, half pathetic slide, he finally released his upper body from underneath her stupid, wasteful, useless amount of fur she carried on her head.

As if to show his annoyance, he re-adjusted his body on the edge of her forelimb (shoulder) and twisted his crown to narrow his dark eyes at her face hole. Her face hole that was currently being stuffed with food that belonged to him. Food he deserved to be given because he is the owner and she was but a pet. So, with nostrils flared and a loud tick of pay attention, he stamped his digits on his pets leather covering in a terrifying but ferocious manner
. 'Feed me!' He squeaked, yet again.



She was developing a twitch, in her right eye and also the corner of her mouth that narrowed with each consistent squeak that came from her companion. Some have mighty wolves, some have graceful birds and some have beautiful foxes that dance beside them. Instead, she got stuck with an annoying, unhelpful and demanding piece of breathing leather.

"Gareth...i swear to god..i'm going to skin you and make you into a bow string if you continue to squeak"
She growled softly as she ripped off a piece of fruit and placed it on her shoulder in an attempt to silence him. The blessed silence that followed, gave her the moment to adjust to the light and vibrancy of this space known as The Hollow.

The congregating group of elleths and elves which she noticed when she first entered had all but formed now. Some faces bare a twinge of familiarity but others were unknown. Truthfully, it has been far too many years for one such as her to be remembered. This may be the home of her father, her ancestors but her mother was a nomad and unfortunately, she took on those habits of her wandering warrior mother.

As she lifted another spoonful of soup to her parted lips, her ears twitched at the familiar, distant presence of one of the very few, fond memories of hers. Her violet eyes that never remained fixated on one thing, was now focused on the elleth (Sidra) who had just entered tavern. As the elleth got her food, her eyes followed. As she grasped her wine in hand, her eyes remained glued to her and until the moment the elleth stood in front of her, her gaze remained.

The twitch came back, almost a smile as the now grown elleth from the child she helped raise, stood in front of her. Maybe it was because she was also a half breed that she felt the need to reach out and be a mother figure to this chit. Not that her wandering kind could ever be considered a stable mother to a grieving soul but in her way, she had more love for this elleth then she had for herself.


"Sidra...is that you?"
Her lyrical tones escaped from parted lips as she lowered the heavy hood that hid her features to her slim shoulders. Her pouty mouth split into a smile. Her violet tilted eyes widened in delight and her right hand, which was resting on her hidden blade, reached out as if to grasp the hand of the one she loved. "Onya, it has been many moons. How do you fair?"
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A smile spread itself across Sidra’s face as the elleth spoke her name and lowered her hood. “Aye, Lilath! It’s me!” She said, dropping her food and drink on the table to reach out and grasp her friend’s hand. “It has been far too long, mellon nin! But thanks be to Eru, I’m still alive and well.” She felt like leaping across the table to smother her friend in a hug, but time made her feel shy. So she contented herself by dropping into a chair, pulling it closer to her friend, and grinning like an idiot. “I’ve just come back from the West. Would you believe it if I told you I’ve been camping out in ditches, and keeping company with the Rangers? But how about yourself? You look as though you’ve been wandering the wilds as well. Are you well?”

Movement on Lilath’s shoulder suddenly caught Sidra’s attention, and she blinked at the creature perched there. “Hullo! And who do we have here?” She asked, hardly restraining herself from reaching over to poke at the animal; a bad habit she’d had since she was a child. “Don’t look now, Lilath, but there’s something on your shoulder!” She chuckled to herself, and reached for her wine. Taking a slip, she savored the sweet, juicy flavor on her tongue. Ah yes! It had been far too long since she had tasted good wine! The beers of Bree definitely didn’t satisfy like the wines of the Elves!
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It has indeed been far too long. Mostly due to her habit of disappearing without a word. Missions, though rarely given, require her to often uproot and travel to places one would rarely go. Unfortunately to those she formed bonds with, they never knew if it would be the last time they saw her. Thankfully, due to a snag in her recent orders, she found herself back in Lothlorien and perfectly timed to catch up with someone she loved dearly. Very much so.

"I am very glad you are alive and well, Hína. Never have you strayed far from my thoughts." She said while smiling brightly, clasping the hand that was reached out to her in a warm, tender squeeze. "Ditches?! Rangers? Oh my! I bet that was exciting" She exclaimed, lowering herself back down on her chair as well and resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she listened intently. Her violet eyes danced with a tint of amusement as she breathed in the vibrancy that is this child..no..woman. Ahh, she has grown so much...

At the mention of her traveling, those violet eyes darted down to her well worn leather tunic and leggings. A mischievous twitch of lips and sparkle in her eyes, she placed the tip of her finger on Sidra's nose in a playful tap.
"Now now, Hína, some secrets must remain. Surely you have not forgotten my profession?" Lilath tilted her head in a teasing manner, causing her onyx curls to cascade off her shoulder and bounce lightly on the wooden surface of the table. "But...if I must share, I was recently travelling in the desert outskirts of Harad and this..." She paused, rolling her eyes as she pointed to the Zurkuvi that was currently twisting his head to each of them as if catching the conversations. "...Is Gareth." Lilath extended her arm slightly and held her palm open, tapping her fingers together in a little dance for the lizards attention. "Say hello, Gareth"


~~Gareth~~

'Say hello, Gareth' His pet was doing those digit dance thing she does to get his attention. Unfortunately for her, he was far to busy enjoying this round sweet fruit. With jaw elongated, the ferocious and mighty Gareth!, latched on to his helpless, innocent victim (Basically a plum) and shook his head vigorously. Vigorously enough for the fruit to leave his deathly grasp and shoot across the table to where his pet was talking to another pet of someone else's lizard.

This pet, that was not his, previously made a lot of noise and tried to boop the majestic him that was king. Now, the noise bringer, was between him and his victim. With tongue thoughtfully cleaning his dark eye in thought about his next movements, he placed his legs on the extended limb of his pet and slowly descended down until he reached the open palm.
'Now pet that is not my pet! I am Gareth! king of kings! prince of Zurkuvi! Mightiest warrior of all lizard kin!" He tittered, flashing his orange arrow pattern back as if showing her how deadly and dangerous he was. 'BE IN FEAR FOR I AM THE DEATHBRINGER!'
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Sidra could feel the tension in her shoulders relaxing; being around Lilath always made her feel protected and secure. It had always been that way. Lilath’s violet eyes and mischievous smile were a cornerstone of her growing up. This beloved elleth was much more than a friend to her; she was the closest thing she had to a mother. Her dark umber eyes twinkled at the reaction her words had caused. She had come a long way from being the little elfling who had always hid herself behind the older elleth’s cloak, too shy to face new things.

Sidra laughed loudly when Lilath reached over and playfully tapped her nose. She swatted at her mother’s hand in a teasing manner, shaking her own raven locks in reply. “Ah, secrets! I remember – one must always hold them closely to their chest, even when ‘safely’ at home.” She laughed at the familiar quote, before growing sober. “Harad you say? By the Valar, you have been far afield! Were you there for long?” Curiosity coursed through her veins, and she wondered how much her mother would be able to tell her about her travel. Still, it couldn’t hurt to ask.

Gareth.” Sidra said softly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her legs as Lilath extended her arm and wiggled her fingers. She had never seen a lizard like this before. At first, he seemed content to ignore them, attacking a plum, but when it flew out of his grasp and onto the table, he descended down to the elleth’s hand. “Well, hello Gareth! Aren’t you a gorgeous boy?” Sidra cooed at him, as she admired his bright colors and arrow pattern. She reached over and grabbed the half eaten plum from the table. Gingerly, she held it out to him. “Still hungry?” She asked, as she gazed into his dark eyes. “Is he from the desert outskirts of Harad?” She asked her mother. “Does he only eat fruit or meat as well?” She inched the fruit closer to the lizard. “Who’s a hungry boy? Are you a hungry boy?” she cooed at him, wiggling the fruit to make it seem more enticing.
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Tenharien walked slowly around the Hollow, taking in what familiar sights he could. Memories alluded him as his mind wandered. It had been some years since he had come to Lothlorien. In fact it had been some months since he had been around his kin at all. 

This trip was his chance to regain some semblance of his old self. Though he was not sure if that would be a good idea or a bad one. Surely most of his younger qualities would have stayed with him, even if he could not bring them to work for him these days. Still, he marveled at the chance to learn more about both the new experiences before him and the things he had easily forgotten.

He did not yet see any familiar faces that might jog his memory, so instead sought to look for new faces that might bring new smiles. As usual, he started with the elleth's within eyeshot, moving his jade hair out from in front of his eyes to pay closer attention. 

Tenharien heard their voices nearby but did not want to interrupt as he wandered around aimlessly. "I suppose my provisions can wait," he said looking towards the two. "Everyone here looks interesting," Tenharien thought to himself. "Let's not embarrass yourself on your first trip back here in years, alright. Maybe get your own table."

Walking over to find a vacant seat, Tenharien took his time and found a spot next to an elleth with an interesting lizard. Surely that would be a harmless beginning to his day. 

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A lone figure made its way hesitantly weaving through the majestic Mallorn Trees, pausing every few steps to stop and touch what to an outsider would seem to be a random tree trunk. Greeting them almost as if they were friends of old. The Elven silhouette stood barefoot and clad if you could even call it that, unkempt would be the politest term, in dark grey clothing ripped at the seams, its cloak once as blue as the sky now a soiled mess of blood and grime. The dishevelled elf came to a complete standstill he had finally arrived at The Egladil the dwelling place of the Galadhrim or as Rochindil would have simply put it "Home"

He made his way cautiously up a silver stairway that wrapped itself around the silver grey bark of the Mallorn tree becoming almost one with the tree. Rochindil slowly made his way round the winding stairs tentatively keeping one hand on the smooth bark of the tree as if to ground himself. He eventually found himself at the top of the Telain known locally as The Hollow, in the air he could almost feel the sorrowing sounds of grief and took great comfort in its discordant din.

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King of Kings! Mighty warrior of all Zurkuvi! was currently being...cooed at....with his victim....by a pet (Sidra). If one had a word for the expression that covered Gareth's face, it would be confusion and horror. How dare this pet! This pet that is not his! Not bask in the amazing sheer terror that is him?! '.....' A sound, similar to a hiss but more like a gargled squeak came from his throat and he reached out his forelimb, grasping his victim ever so slowly...very...very...slowly before snatching it away! ‘BEGONE NOISEY ONE!’ He squeaked loudly as he shot her a glare, flicked his tail in dismissal and turned his back on her in one fluid motion, a rather dramatic motion. Completely ignoring the pet that was not his pet.

His pet (Lilath) made a chuckling sound and his round dark orbs blinked slowly in annoyance. The digit of hers, the blessed scratcher, ran across his throat and what would be described as close to a purring sound, came from him. To be honest, the sound was a series of clicks and gurgles. Not the most pleasant of purring but it was the closest a lizard could make that could be distinguished as some form of pleasure. “That wasn’t very nice Gareth, say sorry to Onya” Gareth licked his orbs in response to the low tone his pet was making. It was the tone she used when he did something she disapproved of but it was also a tone she used when there was no amber liquid in the hollow small tree she drank contaminated water out of.


His forelimb and digits curled around the victim so it would not escape again and he huffed. Her hollow small tree was full, so disapproval was more likely the reason for her tone. He refused. A king doesn’t apologize. Not now, not ever. ‘The cooing pet smelled like flowers and dirt’ Gareth thought. Much better to the usual blood, metal and death that lingered on his pet. Despite this and the fact she cooed at him. Ignoring the other pet was more appealing.



A soft chuckle escaped from parted lips as Lilath reached out with her finger, scratching the underside of his jaw as if to comfort him. “That wasn’t very nice Gareth, say sorry to Onya” She tsked, watching as Gareth promptly ignored them both and clutched the plum rather tightly to him.

“Hmm..”
Lilath sighed and smiled softly before placing the small lizard beside her plate as if to allow him to have his moment and sulk while she finished up eating. Gareth is a Zurkuvi...they are similar to the Gorbet of Northwest Endor…” She mused as she glanced over at the sulking lizard before she winked at Sidra. “He is the King of all Zurkuvi of course. The mightiest lizard that has ever graced this earth.” She cooed, watching Gareth tilt his head as if listening to her words. With a small chuckle, she continued. “I was hunting some trouble makers who had decided the best way to get hidden was to travel into the Desert of Harad...unfortunately..”

Harad, though beautiful, was not a hospitable place for ones who do not know the lands. She found this out of course, propped up against a rock, bleeding and covered with blood that was not her own. “...They are known as trail finders. If you are lost and follow one, they will eventually lead you back to a trail.” Lilath smiled softly, as if remembering a memory and picked up the goblet to take a sip of her mead. “I wasn’t the one to follow but i was found by this little guy and he has stuck with me ever since..” A familiar chuckle escaped as she added. “..It would have been more useful if he was a wolf but you don’t get to pick sometimes.”

“As for what he eats...mmm..he usually has whatever i have. Sometimes meat, sometimes fruit and sometimes vegetable stew. Though he is rather vocal in his displeasure if he doesn’t like what is offered...not very fond of green vegetables.”
She paused for a moment, her violet hued eyes trained on the Ellon (Tenharien) who was wandering around the Hollow in a lost sort of manner. As he parted his jade hair and glanced over at them, focusing his attention on the lizard, she leaned in closer to Sidra and whispered with a chuckle. “It seems Gareth has found another lost soul no?”

As if to prove her point, the Ellon, Tenharien wandered over to them and promptly sat down beside her. He had a rather confused vibe about him. Maybe trying to recover memories that were long forgotten. “Adol, Mae go govannen” She greeted, picking up Gareth and placing him in front of the Ellon. “This is Gareth, I saw him catch your eye and he is fond of lost souls…”She murmured with a knowing wink. “Perhaps he can help, no?”
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"Mae Govannen to you as well...and you," Tenharien said with a cracked smile as he peered from the elleth beside him to the lizard set in front of him. "Gareth is a good name. It is good to meet you then...lizard." Tenharien nodded to the small lizard as he looked it over carefully. Admittedly, he was the most charismatic lizard he had ever met.

"What could this charming beast possibly help me with?" Ten asked while he wiggled his finger at the Gareth playfully, then looked from the lizard to Sidra. "Though, don't get me wrong. I wouldn't dare to underestimate. Still, I am curious. And, I wouldn't say I'm lost. I am right where I intend to be. It's just a bit hard to get my priorities in order lately."

He leaned to one side to stretch his back, still feeling unrested and sore from his latest training. "I am Tenharien. It's good to meet you. What are you names?"

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Sidra bit her lip in an attempt to containing her laughter at the look that passes across Gareth’s face. From his loud squeaking to the way he turned his back on her, she could tell she must have offended him. She wiped her sticky fingers on her black, weathered pants, before picking up her glass and taking another sip of her wine. “It’s alright, emenya.” She said with a smile as she grabbed her bowl of strew. “I didn’t know that Gareth, the mighty lizard, was King of all Zurkuvi! I’m sorry if I have offended you, my lord.” She said, tilting her head in bow towards the lizard.

“I had no idea that such talented animals existed!” She said, turning to Lilath. “I am very thankful that you returned safely from Harad, emenya. Did you catch the trouble makers you were after? And while a wolf might be more useful, Gareth is so compact! It must be nice to have a companion with you in your travels. I know it would have been nice to have a companion with me when I returned here from Bree! And I know how he feels; I’m not overly fond of green vegetables as well.” She chuckled before taking a huge bite of her stew. “Mmmm, yummy!”

Lilath’s gaze drifted to something over her shoulder. Sidra leaned forward as she whispered “It seems Gareth has found another lost soul no?” Her dark eyes turned towards the ellon (Tenharien) who sat down beside her mother. She was so used to being given a wide berth by the inhabitants of Bree, that having someone choose to sit so close to her and her companion felt like a threat. She gave herself a mental shake; she didn’t need to be on guard in Lothlorien, it was a safe place. She ate more of her stew, observing the ellon’s reaction to Gareth. Her eyes kept darting to his jade hair, though she stopped when she saw him look her way. “Suilad, Tenharien.” She said, saluting him with her wine. “I am Sidra of Lothlorien. Do you hail from the Golden Woods as well?”
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"King of all Zurkuvi? Well then. That does seem a proper title, you majesty," said with a nod to Gareth as Sidra did. "I can't say I have ever been there and I have been many places. Is that where you found this lizard King? Or did he perhaps find you?"
Tenharien had wanted a pet for himself in the past but always moved around too much to be stable. He found it wouldn't be fair to the animal to always be gone. But then he wondered if there were some large bird he might befriend. That would certainly make things easier.

"I must say I am from Lothlorien, yes. I have been gone, but in some ways it feels like I never left, if you get my meaning. Everything and everyone looks as beautiful as I left it." Tenharien smiled at Sidra when she introduced herself, noting her name and face. "It is good to meet you." Tenharien looked down at her glass of wine in admiration and wondered where he might also find himself a glass. "What kind of wine are you drinking there with your meal?"

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“Sometimes it is not the man that is lost but the heart or mind.” Lilath kept her gaze on Gareth as she lifted another spoonful of the soup to her lips. It wasn’t that she mistrusted the ellon with him, she had little faith in believing that Gareth would behave. If he wasn’t squealing at something, he was getting into awkward situations or areas. At Tenharien’s greeting to him, Lilath smiled brightly and let out a soft chuckle. Gareth was actually the name of a very mischievous and always in danger dwarf I knew back in the day.” She paused, tapping the top of Gareth’s crown in a gentle manner. “Always getting into situations that brought either death or near destruction. We survived but there were many moments of “Oh for the old gods sake Gareth!” as we ran for our lives” The soft chuckle of amusement almost turned into a giggle but a snort escaped instead. “Ahh...apologizes…” She said, wiping a tear from her eye.


“Well met Tenharien, I am Lilath or known as Lilly to those that lose their patience with me.” She rested her spoon on the rim of her bowl and picked up her goblet. Mead, blessed mead, how she missed it. “Mmmm…” As she took a long awaited sip of the glorious beverage, she shifted her gaze from Gareth to Tenharien once again, head tilting slightly at his questions. Much the same tilt a wolf pup would do. “....mmmm..well…” She paused for a moment in thought, considering how much she was willing to let both Sidra and the Ellon, Tenharien know.

“Beauty can hide a lot of things, even in a place like this..” Her small fingers toyed with the dagger that was strapped to her thigh, as if she was remembering some memory that was best left forgotten. Her onyx strands shifted from her shoulders to brush the side of her face. Her small button nose screwed slightly as the violet hued orbs of her canted eyes, darkened to a ripe shade of lavender. “I was..not lost in harad but the ones i was tracking were...there was an issue…Gareth stumbled across me when it was all over. Out of the seven, only one escaped the desert..”She paused again, running her finger across the rim of her goblet. “But that is why i am here, eventually he will raise his head and i shall find him again.” A smile crept back and it was if the brief moment of shadow that came across her was gone. This was not the place to be lost in thought. “To family and new friends” She lifted her cup to them both and downed the mead. “Excuse me, i will grab another. Do you both want a glass?”




So many pets have invaded his safe space. First the cooing one that smelt like flowers and dirt. Now a digit wiggler (Tenharien) who smelt like licorice and old leather. There are few words of these pets that he can understand. His name ‘Gareth‘ because his pet screams at him in moments of frustration and ‘shut up’ which he presumes means attack. The tone and head bowing in respect was also one he recognized. His kin does it too when he walks past them. Yes, perfect...they understand his majesty.

His victim was gone, his elegant jaws made quick work in its pathetic demise but now he was hungry once again. The flower pet (Sidra) lifted the food bringer to her mouth hole and he spied a piece of food that he was now completely focused on. With a small flurry, he scattered across the table, threw back his crown and stuck out his tongue in an attempt to snag the food in which he wanted. Unfortunately, he missed. The king of kings missed! His tongue betrayed him and instead of grasping more deliciousness, it whacked the food bringer and ricochet back towards him, landing right into his right eye. With a sulking aura much larger than himself, he curled up into a ball of self pity and licked his eye soothingly. It stung but not as much as his pride did. It was but a small blessing his pet was off for more contaminated water. Gareth did not need to hear the amused laughter she would have made.
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When Mazana offered to help clear out dust bunnies, Cair grinned. "That would be fabulous and much appreciated, actually. Then we'd have plenty of time to catch up! Likely between sneezes." She could go for some one on one time with a friend, she thought. It would be a better way to reintroduce herself to her home than larger crowds. Her nerves were gradually calming here at the Hollow, however. No one here meant her harm or would create new nightmares.

Aduchil seemed to also be a little rusty at conversing and interacting with other elves. She gathered he had been to the east, so none of their kindred would have been there, or even any friendly faces. Maybe some. Cair shouldn't judge an entire region of Middle-Earth too hastily. She had never been there, and there were good people everywhere. Even in the far north in Angmar she had met the occasional kind soul, though they had been few and far between, much like the settlements and villages.

At that moment Cair's food arrived, and she lapsed into silence so she could eat. She didn't think she'd ever had anything so delicious, at least not in years. Elven cooking was far better than travel food. In her haste to eat more, she burned her tongue and then forced herself to slow down. Aduchil and Baingil's conversation about Dale caught her attention and she listened with interest. It sounded like the human city was prospering and had become a center of trade. This made her happy. The last time she had been to Mirkwood had been on darker errands. She sensed Bain's curiosity about her own travels, and made a mental note to fill her in on the basics later.

Naur spoke of the library, which made Cair half smile wistfully. That was one of her very favorite places in Lothlorien. She was a lover of books and knowledge, as befitted her Noldorin heritage. Many a happy day had been wiled away filling her head with knowledge. It was there she had started reading about healing, which had begun her journey to become a healer, and eventually the master healer of Lothlorien. Someone else had that title now, but Cair retained the skills. She'd relinquished that role to focus on her Guard leadership duties.

Naur and Dimcairien spoke of the south, and Naur asked Aduchil if anyone had been there recently. "Hmm." She wondered aloud, sharing the question. They hadn't been told where everyone else was going, or even how many were sent out. The less they knew the less they could reveal if questioned, she supposed. Logical. She overheard Dimcairien tell Mazana some of her journey to Arnor, and found herself trying to listen to too many people talking at once. Cair wanted to catch everything.

Admittedly focus was hard with so many people around after so long by herself. In the periphery she saw others (Lilath, Sidra, Tenharien, Rochindil) coming in and starting conversations. She made brief eye contact with as many of them as she could to give some sort of acknowledgement that she recognized and was glad to see them. Cair took a few deep breaths and willed herself to concentrate on the group at her table.

It occurred to her she hadn't spoken in quite some time, or really much at all. That was anti-social of her. Maybe honesty was best here. Everyone around her were friends and would understand. "I apologize if I'm drifting into silence and not the most active dinner companion. I had very few interactions with other living creatures capable of conversation in my travels, so this is a lot to take in and get used to again. I'm happy to just be here among friendly faces. And not having to be on my guard at all times."
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Sidra’s eyes twinkled as Tenharien mirrored her bow to Gareth. She studied him over the rim of her wine glass as he spoke. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. “It seems many of our kinsmen have been wandering from home as of late.” Sidra said, brushing a lock of her raven hair behind her ear. “We are living in a dangerous Age…but it is always a joy to return home; especially when you get to enjoy some amazing mead!” She said with a laugh, downing the rest of her wine. She picked up her stew again.

She nearly choked on her food when Lilath snorted! She could remember many times when the two of them would stay up late into the night, talking and laughing together. You could always tell when a tale was good, because Lilath would snort and Sidra would break down into giggles! “And why have I never heard tales of Gareth the dwarf before?” She asked with a laugh, “It sounds like knowing he was quite the adventure! Is he still alive?” She could just imagine her mother going on adventures with a mischievous dwarf. She probably was the one to save both of their tails!

As her amal continued to speak, Sidra hoped her face didn’t betray her worry. She tried to keep her brow from scrunching up with concern; Lilath was more than capable of taking care of herself – as she had proven by dealing with seven trouble makers alone! Still, she couldn’t bear the thought of anything bad happening to her beloved amal. “Knowing you and your tracking skills, I’m sure that you will find him soon, amal.” She smiled warmly at her. “And yes, I would love another cup of mead, please!”

She was in the middle of eating her stew, when her spoon suddenly flew from her hand! She was so surprised that she nearly dropped the bowl. The spoon hit Gareth’s eye, and he curled up into a ball. “Oh, you poor things!” She said, setting her bowl down, and reaching across the table for him. She didn’t know how he’d react to being picked up, but she hated to think of him hurt. Gently, she held him against her chest, cradling him in her arms. With her other hand she reached into her bowl and picked out a piece of meat. Gingerly she gave it to him. “Now, you just hold still for minute, your highness.” She said to him softly. She gently placed her hand over his dark eye, closing her own eyes, she breathed deeply. Her hand glowed faintly blue. After a second, she removed her hand. “There.” She said, kindly. “That should heal that!” She ran her fingers lightly down his back. “Feel better?”
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Aduchil leaned back slightly, looking at his companions over the edge of his goblet. Naur, Mazana, and Dincairwen - all three of them people he had shared dangers with, and merry hours as well. In fact, his last memories of Lóthlorien before his travels involved them. An evening spent in this very location with Naur. Sojourn undertaken with Mazana. Leading warriors into Dol Guldur with Dincairwen. The world outside had changed, and perhaps so had Lóthlorien itself. But the enchanted nature of the forest kept the memories alive as if they had only happened yesterday. The Galadhrim were few, but they did not forget, least of all forget each other.

He stretched his neck. "While our people delight in words, the silence in between them has its own beauty," he told Dincairwen. "I see no need for apologies to favour one over the other. In the end, both speech and silence each contributes to the music of this place, in their own way." He took a deep sip, as if he had only realised the depths of his thirst upon the first taste. Yet it was not wine he thirsted for, nor simple nourishment. If so, water would have satiated him just as well. It was to feel the air of Caras Galadhon once more - the heart of Elvendom as it still remained in Middle-Earth.

The echo of a smile played around Mazana's lips, and Aduchil had no doubt some witty remark lay on her tongue, though kept barred behind teeth for the time being. He reached over to take the decanter on the table and pour another inch of wine into Mazana's glass before he filled his own. "I cannot say whether you are merry from wine, or you would wish for wine because you are merry," he told Mazana, "but in either case, I would not have you run dry." Time in Caras Galadhon did not obey the same laws as elsewhere. If their little band was only together for one evening, it would be an evening without end. All who sat at the table had troubles, Aduchil surmised, but tonight was the time to be merry. Toil and trouble could wait until the morrow that might never come.

He caught Naur's eyes, noticing the specks of colour they carried. They looked the same as upon the image she had once given him, and which remained his sole possession still in the city - too precious to risk on a journey. Her question brought his mind back to an old story of his, the only time Aduchil had journeyed to reach the deep South. It was a tale of folly, an Elf nearly overcome by sun, heat, and thirst, saved by simple folk who had no fear of the eerie wanderer in their midst. "I do not believe any of us have been to Harad in many years. To creatures of the forest such as us, those lands are strange," he remarked. "I think you are wise to delegate your time to the library among books and scrolls," he added. "Of all our works, I would deem such to be of the highest merit." His hand fell upon the hilt of his sword. A weapon, a tool, useful and oft needed by him. Yet to his mind, still lesser than a quill.

"Though I am pleased you would abandon your toil at the library to join old friends at the Hollow. And perhaps new friends as well," Aduchil added, inclining his head to Dimcairien.

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"Well... then it is the heart and the mind for me. But nothing that a day of drinks and of exercise might help with. Of that, I can assure you."
Tenharien looked away, thinking quickly of the past and letting the moment go by as quickly as it came.
"A lizard named after a dwarf?" He leaned forward as she spoke of her friend and Tenharien smiled widely. "I hope to hear such a story. That sounds amazing! Near death experiences are some of the best kinds. You must have some adventures."

"Lilath. It is great to meet you too. I will stick with Lilath until you give me good reason to be annoyed with you in the future." Tenharien's eyebrow raised when Lilath paused in her speech. He wondered what she meant to say. "You may keep your secrets if they are that treasured. Otherwise I must let you know that I do not care for them...actually, you know that's not true. Sometimes they are necessary haha. What I mean is, I have no reason to tell yours."

Tenharien admired her violet eyes. He did not place her face and was glad he could not. Meeting someone new was just what he wanted to do today. To take things easy and not be forced to remember things he was supposed to remember.

"Hmm, that does sound interesting. If your work or leisure takes you to the desert, it must be an important undertaking." [b]Tenharien[/b] looked down to his side, watching her play with her dagger for a second and averted his eyes with a smirk which her quickly stifled with a wide-eyed glance towards the lizard followed by and chuckle.

"To new family and friends, then. I will actually have what you're having, yes, thank you. And yes it is a joy to return home, you are right at that, Sidra. Some of us do not. This is one of the places I belong." Tenharien watched the mischievous lizard move about and smiled when he attacked himself with his tongue. "Gareth has more personality than most Ellons I know haha." As, Sidra took care of him, Tenharien turned his attention to the rest of his surroundings and adjusting his shirt while he finally found some relaxation.

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“Oh, you poor things!” Mid lick to eyeball, Gareth suddenly felt himself being lifted up by warm hands and light touch. The cooing, flower, dirt scented pet was holding him. Normally, he would have attacked by now but his wounded pride wouldn’t allow him. With a small titter, a pathetic sound really, he looked up at the pet that was not his pet, with big orbs and much pity. ‘How could you?’ He squeaked dramatically. Of course, he wasn’t as hurt as he was making it out to be but hey, one must milk the cow when they can.

The pet (Sidra) moved some of the meat he was aiming for before he got whacked in the eye with a spoon and he gingerly took it with his digit, curling them around the tender piece and pulled it close to his chest, almost curling around it in a hope of protecting his new victim from any flying spoons or random attacks.
“Now, you just hold still for a minute, your highness” Gareth did just that, remaining in a tight wounded ball for sympathy and much reverence. As blackness covered his eye and a blue light surrounded his vision for a moment, he wondered if this was the great passing. Was he dying? Was this the end of Gareth, King of all Zurkuvi?

The moment the light faded however, Gareth leapt out of the hands that held him so dear and scurried back to the plate Lilath left. With a glare that he shot towards Sidra, he shoved the meat in his mouth and chewed slowly, as if in punishment for her actions. Almost bristling, if a lizard could bristle, he kept his gaze locked between the cooing pet (Sidra) and the wiggling pet. (Tenharian) They were not to be trusted!


“A jug of mead and a glass of wine, if you please” She asked, placing her coins on the bar as she placed her order. Now that she was away from the table, she let her gaze drift across the room and caught the smile from an elleth Dimcairien. Lilath returned it, nodding her head slightly at her in response. A few faces looked familiar but with so many years since she had returned it was hard to pinpoint exactly when she met them or interacted with them. Especially considering she rarely spent weeks here at a time, let alone enough to form relationships with others.

‘Your order is ready!’ The sing-song call for her order was given and she tilted her head backwards, giving a thankful smile to the one behind the bar. “Many thanks!” She said, grasping the jug, wine and an extra glass for Tenharien. Approaching the table once again, she noticed Gareth being sulky again and she chuckled, settling down once again at the table and poured a glass for Tenharien, passing it to him. “Apologizes for Gareth, he...is a character that's for sure!”

Gareth was a cantankerous Dwarf with a love for entwives. He always had a fascination for their kind and often said he would marry one. Never worked though, tried once, ended up getting flung halfway across the clearing.” She chuckled, placing the glass of wine in front of Sidra before taking a sip of her own.Rose, I think her name was, funny ent, very unusual for her kind.”

“As for the man i have to find..i hope i do as well. His group did not fare well in Harad and by the time I got to them, the majority had been driven mad” Her fingers unconsciously twisted in her onyx strands before she let out a little sigh. “ The thing is, if he is as mad as his friends were..then death might be the only way to do it. The sooner i find him, the safer it will be.” She glanced at the Ellon, she noticed earlier the smirk he gave and the fact his gaze followed her hand to the dagger she had on her thigh. “Do you like blades?” She asked, pulling out the curved metal dagger with an intricate silver hilt and with her left hand, she cupped up Gareth and held him in front of the Ellon, Tenharien. “See, Gareth here, is very special..” With a quick flick of her wrist, she ran the tip of her blade across Gareth’s colorful back. Small bubbles of white poured out of his skin, seeming to bubble underneath the metal. “His kind..has a paralyzing toxin. It comes out during moments of fear or being attacked but it also works this way as well.” Her violet eyes focused on the toxic beads forming on the blade before she placed the dagger between them. “The dagger was made by a weaponsmith in minis tirith. It is quick, light and does damage if you look at the blade's serrated edge.”

“As for what you said previously, the trip to Harad was for work, this time at least. The desert is beautiful, breathtaking at night but dangerous also” She wiped the blade on her legging before strapping it back to her thigh. “Sometimes work picks you and as Sidra said, tracking was always my thing. Just what happens after, can be darker than you desire.”
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When Baingíl joined their table and accepted the glass she had offered, Mazana's answering smile was so wide that she honestly felt like she overstretched her cheeks. "You're welcome, both to the wine and here, in case you were wondering." It had been too long since they had spoken, and to be honest, she had not been sure that Baingíl remembered her. It made her feel all warm inside. That, and the array of faces that surrounded her, of course. Such good company could only bring out joy. Aduchil, who apparently noticed her merry mood, chose to refill her drink then, and at that moment, Mazana honestly thought that there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

Alongside her bright mood was another emotion: curiosity. It had been ages since Mazana had felt the urge to open herself up to new experiences, but once she acknowledged that deep down, she felt hunger for something different, something more, she could not ignore it. Baingíl's comments on Dale's rebuilding made her want to see it herself. Naur talking about the library made her realize that it had been far too long since she had made her way there. Anything from outside the world of duty and routine that she had been immersed in—no matter how mundane or inconsequential—was welcome like a mouthful of water to quench a parched throat.

"A Baggins living in Rivendell," she murmured thoughtfully in reply to Dimcairien's words. "I've not had the pleasure of meeting someone with that name, though many years ago, we associated with those called the Fallohides. He must be interesting then, if he made an impression on you?" Though the last part of her statement ended on a questioning note, it was slight enough that her conversation partner could interpret it as a statement if she wanted to. It was alright with Mazana if she did not see fit to expound on her tale or even decided to change the topic. Truthfully, it was rather boorish of her to put Dimcairien on the spot, asking for a tale out of the blue like that. Her face warmed at the thought and she was thankful that the other elleth had been kind enough to indulge her curiosity. It was a good thing her wine glass had been topped off so recently, as she took a sip to hide her sheepish expression.

It was then that Cair spoke up. She had been sitting quietly and listening to the conversations around her, which was not strange, but it seemed as if she felt the need to apologize for it. While Aduchil reassured her with words better than those that leapt to Mazana's mind, she felt the need to add her piece. "You're among friends, Cair. If you want to sit quietly, then I just hope our words are interesting enough to amuse you. If you want to speak, we will listen. There's no need to apologize. I, for one, am just glad that we can all be here together."

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Gareth leapt from Sidra’s arms, shoved the meat she had given him into his mouth, and glared at her. She shrugged her shoulders. She could understand how he might not like strangers holding him. She turned to Tenharien as Lilath made her way back over to them. “If you don’t mind my asking, Tenharien, where did your travels take you before you came home to Lothlorien?”

Sidra nodded her thanks to her amal for the wine, listening with fascination to her story. “Entwives? Truly, amal? Wherever did he find one? I thought no one had seen them in centuries!” She laughed, “What a strange pairing that would have been if he had succeeded in marrying one! I don’t blame her for flinging him halfway across the clearing, especially if he had an axe on him.” She had had very few dealing with dwarves over her lifetime, but she knew they almost always carried an axe, and generally had more affection for gems and mountains, than for the forests.

She raised an eyebrow as Lilath talked about the men she had been tracking. “Driven mad…from being lost in the desert for so long? Or a different kind of madness?” Her mouth dropped open as Lilath picked up Gareth and displayed his special talent. “He is very special indeed! That must come in handy, amal! Have you had to use his toxin often?” She picked out another piece of meat from her stew and offered it to Gareth. “Your majesty, I didn’t know you had so many hidden talents!”
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"Thank you very much for the drink. It has been a long time coming. Perhaps I will get something to eat later as well. Damn..."
Tenharien took a drink and sighed with pleasure, having finally a taste of home. At least, a partial taste. There were many things still do do and see before he felt completely home.

"A Cantankerous Dwarf with a love for Entwives? You realize now...I must meet this Dwarf some day," Tenharien said with a laugh. "Hopefully soon." Tenharien nodded as he took another drink and raised his glass to the ladies.

"Me? Yes, but I am picky. I love swords, spears and a fine trusty bow. Over the years I have grown accustomed to using many types of blades. I've heard people say this is better or that is better. But no. It's all about what fit your style and and body type. I keep a simple knife on me unless I'm going someplace unfamiliar. As for you your blade. It is familiar and beautiful. I used to live in Minas Tirith. For quite some time. In fact, I vividly remember my mother forbidding me to move there at first. Then after a few days she was all for it, but insisted that I visit her back in Lothlorien at least every month, which I could not refuse. Anyway, the smiths of the white city know their craft well. May I hold you blade, Lilath?"

Tenharien was impressed for many reasons and found himself more curious about this poison, but stayed silent about it, simply noting it in his memory. "Hmm? Oh, I don't mind at all, Sidra. My travels took me to Mirkwood, then to Gondor and... further south after, which is where I was most of the time. My friends and I were supposed to head to Rohan, but things did not work out that way. So, I will have to go there another time. But it can wait."

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“Yes, truly Onya. Me, Gareth and some others who were of no importance were traveling through Fangorn. There was a forest of sorts, a woodland really and Gareth was prattling on about Entwives. How he loved them and..” She paused, clearing her throat to make it gruff and deeper as she mimicked the dwarf. “Ach! Entwives, something tickles me in the right way whenever i think of those smooth, vivacious curves. I loveeee my axe, I bet I'd love a tree more!” Lilath chuckled and scratched the underside of Gareth’s jaw, smiling brightly. “He was a stupid man of course. He was going on about the curves of entwives, how attractive the stories made them out to be, how the legends just turned him on in all the right ways.” She picked up her goblet and took a sip of mead before continuing with another laugh. “Unlucky for him, he was holding his axe and leaning against said entwife. Who overheard his prattling on and must not have appreciated it. One moment he was there and then the biggest, stockiest, heaviest dwarf i’ve ever known was flying through the air!”

“I must admit, scared half the group we were in, seeing this giant tree come to life. Not only was she very unimpressed with Gareth, She also told us all to disappear but not in such a nice way. Never knew a tree to have such a mouth” As Tenharien commented about wanting to meet Gareth and of his love of weapons, she nodded in agreement.Gareth has a foster daughter named Beril who runs a smithy in the marketplace. She has learned a lot of techniques in weapons, armor and styles of such. Best place I know for items such as these and especially exotic weapons that we normally can’t find here.” She shifted Gareth so that he may better reach the meat that Sidra had presented to him and added.“I also have a fascination for weapons. I don’t think you pick them, I believe they pick you, especially in my profession anyway. This weapon style and design is Númenórean. I knew a black númenórean trader in Harad who showed me a few designs, I particularly was fascinated with this one.” Her wrapped left hand dropped down to her thigh again and she slipped the curved dagger from its sheath, handing it to him, handle first.

“As for your question earlier Onya, I am not certain. By the time I found them, two had eaten one and the rest were in various stages of insanity. The only thing that came close to describing it is as if you were trapped in a dungeon and consistently being tortured mentally until you have a breakdown…” Her words trailed off for a moment as if she was lost in thought before she handed a sleepy Gareth to Sidra. “He is tired and for some reason wants to go back to you, if you don’t mind of course and yes, i have had opportunities to use his toxin but mostly to numb certain limbs rather than fully paralyzing them. It also works to numb an area if injured, helps with stitching the wound together without as much pain involved.”
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Sidra doubled over with laughter at Lilath’s story about Gareth the dwarf. She slapped her knee and slowly sat back up. Chuckling as she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. “By the Valar, that’s too funny! And serves him right – just shows how little he knew about the Entwives. As to her temper, perhaps the fact that your companion was a dwarf had put a sour taste in her mouth. Who knew there were still Entwives living in Fangorn.” She shrugged, taking another slip of her wine as she listened to Tenharien and Lilath discuss weapons.

She was still trying to hone in on her fighting style. She mostly relied on her bow for long range fighting, and her daggers for close range. “How wonderful that you were able to find the perfect weapon through Gareth, amal. Does Beril take after her foster father…or is she more normal?” She asked with another chuckle.

Her dark eyes widened as Tenharien talked about his travel. “Traveling home to Lothlorien from Minas Tirith once a month is quite a feat! I hope for your feet’s sake that you did most of your traveling on horseback! How long did you live there for?”

Sidra shuddered as Lilath talked about finding the trouble makers. Hearing about that kind of brokenness and madness made her blood run cold. She welcomed the warmth and weight of Gareth, as Lilath handed him back to her. “Using Gareth’s toxin to numb an area before stitching a wound is ingenious! Much easier than having the person drink a lot of wine. Though wine is probably more enjoyable.”
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"Hah! Your talent for Dwarf voices is commendable. Hear I thought I had a deep voice. 'Tickles me the right way, indeed haha.' "I can't say I've ever heard a tree talked about so... excitedly? Sexually? Very interesting. Perhaps I should take a closer look at these entwives. Your Dwarf, Gareth might be ahead of his time. Haha smacked into the air by an Entwife. I can truly see it in my mind. Foolish maybe, but truly brave to speak like that in the forest of Fangorn."

As Sidra began to lose her laughter about the story, Tenharien began to chuckle as well. "It's always the stories that involve Dwarf folk that seem to be most interesting, no?"

"Oh? Beril? That is a name I won't forget. I am always looking for new toys. Though, I have my favorites, learning of new things is always welcome. Hopefully, I won't need any armor for a long while, but a new set might fit well in my closets."

"That may be true and is probably why I tend to...Hmm, you keep those legs busy, eh?" Tenharien smirked, looking down again as Lilath unsheathed another blade for him to check out. It took a few more seconds for his eyes to come back up to the weapon. "They are lovely... the blades," he said as he took the blade by the handle. "But why daggers?"

"What about you, Sidra?" Tenharien asked while taking a decent long sip of wine. "Do you have any weapons on you, I might peruse? What do you enjoy?" Tenharien took another drink and thought about his travel. "We certainly went by horseback. There were seven of us. They are with my brother right now, the horses. He went right back to Minas Tirith after we arrived. We lived there for... hmm some century or more I believe." Tenharien handed Lilath back her weapon, and nodded, admitting how useful it must be.

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“It wasn’t so much that he was a dwarf. I think it had something to do with the vivid detail of him describing entwives to us.” Lilath tapped her fingers lightly against the rim of her Goblet and smiled. “Ents are...stuff of memories..but fangorn is a logical place for them to take root and sleep. Unfortunately I think by the time our troupe was gallivanting through, Rose was just waking up.” A small chuckle escaped again and she shook her head, onyx strands bouncing around her at the sudden movement. “As stupid as it was. By the time we caught up with Gareth, he was smitten. He had this dazed i’m in love expression on his face and i wouldn’t be surprised if Gareth is still now, trying to romance her”

Gareth’s toxin was useful when it came to a few scuffles I found myself in. Though truthfully, wine would have suited me better considering i was dying for a drink by that time”
She smiled, taking another sip of her mead. “Ahh, just like i was dying for one before i came in here”

She winked at Tenharien, amusement clearing found in the violet depths. “Ah well if you liked my mimicking of a dwarf, wait till you hear my vocal range while mimicking an orc” A chuckle came again, it has been far too long since she had been this comfortable to laugh like this. A blessing in disguise.

Beril...is interesting and yes she takes after the dwarves of Khazad dum. Maybe because she was raised most of her life by them. She may be human but I suspect she has some mixed blood in her. Perhaps dwarven…” She toyed with her goblet thoughtfully and laughed at Sidra, her Onyas remark. “Normal, heavens no Onya, but does she know weapons or armor? Yes. Her knowledge is quite extensive and I don't think I have seen something she didn’t know how to craft once ore is involved.” When Tenharien returned her blade to her, she smiled at him and grasped the serrated blade lightly. “If you are based in minis tirith, i do recommend dropping by her shop. It is located near the livestock or stable area.”

She noticed the smirk that twitched at his lips earlier and the comment he made about her legs keeping busy and her own lips twitched in amusement.
“Why daggers you ask? Well..” Her fingers weaved the deadly blade in between them as she spoke. “Daggers are fast and if you hit the right spots, it does the job. Sudden death is not the best way to gain information..sometimes you have to take it slowly” Her violet gaze shifted to Tenharien and her eyebrow raised before she added. “But I also carry scimitars, throwing knives and a long bow on my horse brute. Just in case of course”



Gareth was sleepy and warm. His small body was curled up against the one who was not his pet. (Sidra) It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep with his pet but the flower scented one did soothe his pain earlier. His dark orbs blinked sleepily as he watched his pet pull out the sharp rock and pass it to the leather man (Tenharien). His jaws opened up in a noticeable yawn as he curled up into a ball, wrapping his colorful tail around his body. A nap will do just well. His pet wasn’t fighting or in danger so he could take this time to become lax in his protection of her. With another small yawn, he buried his head against the flower pet and curled up closer, finally closing his eyes as he fell into a safe slumber.
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Sidra smiled as Gareth cuddled against her. It was always a wonderful feeling when an animal decided it could trust you enough to fall asleep. She tried not to jostle him as she finished her stew, enjoying listening to Lilath and Tenharien talk.

“You certainly cannot beat Elven wine!” Sidra said, “Though I have not had the pleasure of drinking the wine from Mirkwood. I hear that is heady stuff!” She picked up her glass, swirling the golden liquid around the glass before taking a slip. She looked up as Tenharien asked if she had any weapons he might peruse. Her thoughts drifted to the twin daggers hidden on her person, but instead she pulled the Elven knife from its sheath at her waist. Offering it to him, hilt first. The curved blade was as long as her forearm, ending in point – honestly it reminded Sidra more of a mini scimitar than your typical dagger. “This has served me well.” She said, “It is light, but strong. I also carry a bow and sword with me when I travel, but I do not have those on my person currently. Also, a few throwing knifes in my boot, but those are nothing special.” She shrugged.

Beril sounds like a very intriguing person! Being raised by Dwarves would indeed help with your forging knowledge! I wonder, did she lives in the mountains or did she travel around like the Dwarves that you see passing through Bree from time to time. When was the last time you saw her, amal?” She asked Lilath. “And what tales do you have where you’d be mimicking an Orc’s voice?” She asked, raising her eyebrow at her mother.
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"I... have heard enough orc voices to last me the rest of the year, so I will have to pass on that, I'm afraid. Still, I am impressed." Tenharien took another drink and smiled as Lilath laughed. He was afraid at first that he'd have to sit along a while and take the time to gather his thoughts. He was glad instead that he had good company to pass his time.


"I will visit her for sure. I don't know when, but knowledge like that is not to be passed up. I love the library there and now I am excited to go back. I will have to take some friends and make a trip of it."

"This is true. The short blades can penetrate deep if you aim properly. Wait. Information? tell me, are you into torturing your prey, or is this also part of your profession? Not that it's my business. I'm sure you have the best intentions, especially if you are good at it." Tenharien winked back, but kept his eyes at her blade instead of her legs this time. Flirting with every elleth he saw would have to calm down. At least until he got his bearings.

"I do prefer swords, and a Short spear. A good friend of mine, a man from Gondor is always tried to get me to wield an axe. He will debate me on it's uses vs curved or straight blades every time we train or fight together. For fifty years he has annoyed me with his jabbering haha. He will never give up."

Tenharien finished his first glass as Sidra spoke of wine and he agreed with her. "Now that is true. There are so many techniques for making wine. But I prefer ours. Ah, nice!" Tenharien was not surprised by the elegance of Sidra's blade but still it was nice to see. He took it and looked it over. "That's interesting. I seem to be the only one without throwing knives. I wonder what that says about me, eh Sidra? Perhaps I am too selfish? Haha."

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After topping up the glasses of both Sidra and Tenharien, she listened to the general conversation they both were having and settled back into her chair, crossing her legs as she did so. Her mind drifted to her recent dilemma. The man she was currently tracking was a part of a smuggling troupe. They traded humans like livestock and treated them worse, in her opinion. The last place she was able to follow him was in the wilderlands close by. She hoped for his sake, he would disappear because if she found him, it would not be in his best interest. Not with the information she had to get out of him anyway.

When Sidra pulled out the elven blade, her mind snapped back for a brief moment and her gaze followed the length of it. Elven blades were beautifully crafted but against bone it was easier to use a scimitar and axe. Only because the blade tended to get lodged easily. They were more designed for slices or deep cuts in muscle, then cutting off an arm or leg.


Beril was found as a babe, at least that is what Gareth told me. He raised her because ‘I was stuck with the small chit and helpless lass she was, couldn’t evva raise an axe’” She continued to twirl the blade in her nimble fingers, almost a dance of sorts as she mused. “..the only time I met Beril other than visiting her recently at her shop, was at the forge in Khazad dum years back. This heavily pregnant woman at the time, came barrelling around the corner throwing an axe at Gareth. It landed but an inch from his head and went off in some dwarven insults at him.” She smiled again and added. “I never did see a dwarf go so white before, he almost matched some of the pale elves around us.”

At Sidra’s question of her mimicking an orc and raising an eyebrow in a manner unlike her own, she raised her own in response. A look she often gave Onya in the past.”When one is wandering around in places darkness still exists, you tend to pick up on things.” Of course she kept out the part of her smuggling herself inside Mordor with some traders for a particular person. It was not best to worry Onya, tracking had a more innocent ring to it then what she actually did. Well, tracking was a part of it but it was a lot safer and easier, to keep it as that.

At Tenharien’s question about torturing someone for information, she flicked the blade upwards from the hilt and balanced the tip on the pad of her finger. Her violet orbs shifted from Sidra to Tenharien and a secretive flicker crossed them before she said.
“Good at tracking? Perhaps. My time in the guard helped, among other training” She tapped the blade in an upwards motion, grasping the hilt and sheathing it once again in a fluid of motion. “But, enough about that, tracking is surely a boring profession. What about you both? What are you doing for a job, if you have one of course? ”
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Rochindil peered into the Hollow already there was a growing number of his kind gathering in this meeting place, He couldn't recall the last time he had company never mind the company of his own kind. Sighing he made his way to the bar area keeping one eye at the current gathering wandering if he would recognise anyone, he looked a sorry state himself so he doubted he would be noticed, last time he saw himself in a nearby river it wasn't Rochindil who was looking back at him. For one his once long flowing golden locks had been hacked off by those who held him in captivity for so long as a plaything till they got bored. His ears floated towards the current conversation taking place, no it couldn't be, could it? He instantly recognised one of the voices he could hear (Sidra) ... it was the voice of his mother.

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“Selfish?” Sidra said with a chuckle, “No, I’d say that just means your skills lie elsewhere, Tenharien. It sounds like a sword better fits your fighting style. For me, height and strength are not on my side as much as it would be for another warrior. So I must lean on my other strengths – stealth, speed, and the ability to take advantage of both long and short range attacks; attacks that use my enemies’ strength against them. As such, I prefer to have more light weapons on my person to give me more attack options.” She took her Elven knife back from Tenharien and re-sheathed it. The weight of it on her waist gave her comfort.

Sidra watched Lilath as she twirled her blade on her graceful fingers. Her words made Sidra laugh loudly again. “Hell hath no fury like an annoyed pregnant woman working in a forge! Oh, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall and seen that! I wonder what Gareth did to make Beril so angry?”

Her thoughts sobered as their talk turned to orcs and how her amal got information from people. The way Lilath’s violet eyes shifted between them as she talked sent nervous little shivers up her spine. It reminded her of when her amal would tell her stories when she was younger – some were spooky, while others made you feel like you were sharing in some secret. This felt like she was letting them in on a little secret. Her dark eyes shown with pride at Lilath’s skill with her blade; a skill Sidra hoped would come more naturally to her one day.

“Jobs…” Sidra said, tilting her head in thought. “I’ve been working with the Dunedain Rangers. Where I go varies depending on where they need the help. These last 5 months I have been out West – passed Bree – a quaint land called The Shire. Have either of you heard of it or been there? It’s been mostly keeping watch on the borders – there and the surrounding areas. The shift in the watch just recently happened though, so I have a little time to myself to do what I wish and go where I please. The last time I had a break, I visited Rivendell.”

She took another sip of her mead. When she placed the glass on the table she did a sweep of the room with her eyes – a habit she’d picked up visiting pubs with other Rangers. Always check to see if new people have entered and if they pose a threat. Her eyes were drawn to a lone figure at the bar (Rochindil). It was his hair that had first drawn her attention – it hung short and uneven. She drew in a sharp breath when she gazed at his face. She pushed away from the table. “Excuse me a moment.” She said as her hurried over to the bar. She stopped next to the ellon. “Yonya, Rochindil! Is that you?” She reached trembling fingers up and touched his uneven locks before she wrapped her arm around him in a tight embrace - being careful not to squash Gareth. “It has been too long since I last saw you! Please, bring your food and drink and come join me at my table, and tell me how you are.”
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"Where are you from again?" Tenharien asked, as Lilath finished telling them about Beril and Gareth. "I do have plans to visit her then. And good luck with tracking your pray. That certainly takes patience. Perhaps you'll show me your technique sometime then, Lilath. I'm sure I'll learn something." Tenharien looked at her violet eyes and then back to his drink as it was refilled. Swirling it about he sighed and felt better than he had in ages.

"For work? I will be teaching as always. Unarmed combat. Grappling and striking. Luckily I can do it out of my home. But if I take in more students than I bargained for, which every teacher hopes to, then I shall have to set up a school in the future. But for now that is it. I may also get into writing if I can stay disciplined enough to do so."

"You're right, Sidra. We must use of features to our advantage." Tenharien nodded along with her as she spoke. "I shall have to keep my wits about me when I go see this Beril, eh? Hmm. Past Bree?" Tenahrien listened as she spoke of her profession working with the Dunedain. "I've heard of it but I've never been to the shire actually. I've been in the area, but never to their lovely little hollow. What is it- what?" Tenharien looked at Sidra with one raised eyebrow while she got up abruptly and ran over to a stranger, who may have not been so to her.
"Ah, old friends. This is a nice day isn't it?" Tenharien smiled and held out his arm to signal that there was more than plenty room for her friend.

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“Well Gareth was stupid enough to leave Beril and go off galivanting around without informing her. He left her in Minis Tirith, pregnant and never being anywhere but Khazad dum.” She toyed with her glass again, watching the golden liquid swirl in a hypnotic fashion. “So Beril had to find her way back to Khazad dum and left to wait for her father to return. By the time he did, she was heavily pregnant and I guess the anger was at a tipping point.” She lifted the rim to her lips, licking the golden nectar off it before taking a sip. “Poor Gareth though, it took him weeks to calm her down to the point she had forgiven him enough to greet him. The whole time we were there, it was just glares and stomps.”

“Bree, yes I have been there but not for long. Not long enough for me to explore anyway. I was just there to gather a few items for the group I was with.” She smiled that her onya had found something suitable to do. The rangers were a good profession and it strangely suited her. The vision of her Onya dressed in the familiar colors and attire of the rangers made her smile widen, almost amused but proud also. “I am glad that you have time to take a break, it is always a blessing that our times coincided, no? We wouldn’t have seen each other if it did not.”


As the attention of her Onya switched to the new ellon Rochindil who had entered, her gaze followed also. He looked familiar but she couldn’t place where she had seen him before. Maybe it was the way his hair fell, his gait but it had been many years since she had been back here so the fact she recognized a few faces in her other then Sidra’s was a surprise even to her. When she departed suddenly and rushed towards him, touching his hair with a wistful look almost before hugging him, Lilath’s lips twitched in an almost sad smile.

She was happy for her, she was but barely was there moments in life where a greeting such as that happened to her. It was the downside of her profession, one never kept others close and Sidra was the only one she made an exception for. A small sigh escaped and she took another mouthful, as if trying to swallow the decisions she made in her past. Not that it was helping anyway. It took a few moments of self reflection for her to notice that Tenharien had previously asked her a question.

“I apologise, sometimes my mind drifts..” She shifted in her chair, moving slightly to turn towards him as she propped her elbow on it and rested her face against her hand. “Mmmm…” Those violet hued eyes of hers focused a little too intently on him before she smiled slowly, amused. “My mother was born in Lothlorien, my father was born somewhere near Harad. In my youth I shifted from here to there before they both passed.” Her finger twirled a loose strand of her curls thoughtfully before she added. “I..do not have a home. I tend to go wherever the job takes me though..” She made a wide gesture to the room around her with her spare hand. “This place...I presume would be the closest thing I have to one. I am sure you feel the same about both Minis Tirith and here? both homes but not one place in particular.”
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"Yes well, no matter what the race, males will always be stupid. Except for me of course. I'm sure we can all drink to that. Here here."
Ten laughed as he took another drink and grinned while picturing the dwarf in his head. "I am sure the reckoning came for him swiftly upon his return. That does not surprise me in the least. Godspeed to him."

"Breaks are good. I'm sure she earned it. In fact, I may re-enlist soon. However, it may have to be on different terms. But for now I'm afraid the company of Violet eyed elleths is all the excitement I need for the time being." As Sidra and Rochildil made conversation, Lilath's eyes turned back to Ten. "Oh, did I lose your attention? I might have to work harder then, if you are so easily occupied. Is it that man you are tracking that has your attention?"

Tenharien smiled back at her, trying hard not to gaze into her eyes like a fool. He kept himself propped back in his seat as she leaned on the table with her hand on her face and played with her hair. "And those beautiful eyes? Did they come from your mother or from your father's side?" Tenharien asked boldly, feeling at ease with her and not afraid to say what he wanted. "Hmm well you must be adaptable. I have the luxury of patience and so I can get used to anyplace and call it home. However, I do have only two tangible houses. One in Lothlorien near my family, and the other in Minas Tirith is for me alone. Or...whoever I invite. It is open to guests. But sometimes you have to get away. All my elf folk moved back to Lothlorien for a while. The point is, I love Minas Tirith and Lothlorien equally if that is possible."

"What else do you love, Lilath?" Tenharien asked lifting his glass, shifting his gaze from her eyes to her hair, which was as dark as his. The style of it reminded him of a elleth from his past. He payed it no mind though, just relaxing and taking the moment to recognize the peaceful free time he had earned with his new friends.

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Sidra took Rochindil’s arm and gently led him towards the table in the corner of the tavern. Taking her seat once again she motioned towards the chair next to hers. “Please, yonya, sit with us.” It had been too long since she had last seen her son, and from the looks of it, his travels had not been kind to him. She remembered his long golden locks, and how she had chased him around in the past, begging him to let her braid his hair. Her heart broke to see how his locks had been hacked off – to see him not himself. And her momma bear heart blazed with a longing to get revenge on whoever harmed her child. She took a steadying breath – Rochindil never liked her to fuss over him; he was a grown ellon after all – so she tried not to show too much of her anger or worry.

Instead, she grabbed up her glass and took a huge gulp of her wine; trying to keep her hand from shaking as she set it back on the table. Turning back to Lilath and Tenharien she gave a little bow of her head. “I left you in a hurry.” She said, “Goheno nin (forgive me). I saw someone I knew.” She motioned towards the ellon she had brought with her. “Amal, Tenharien, I would like to you meet yonya (my son), Rochindil. Rochindil, this is amal (my mother) Lilath, and Tenharien.” She adjusted Gareth in her arms, hoping he hadn’t been squashed when she had hugged her son. She looked from Lilath to Tenharien. “Did I miss any good stories?”
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“Surely you’ve heard of Baggins?” Dimcairien asked Mazana. “He’s that strange hobbit who was involved with the destruction of Smaug a few years ago. He’s an odd fellow, but quite learned … and an elf-friend.” She sipped her wine again, this time finishing off her glass. She gave a sigh that was somewhere between frustration that it was empty and pure enjoyment.

When Cair spoke up again, apologizing for not interacting much with the gathered crowd, Mazana was quick to say there was no need for chat if she did not desire it. Dimcairien didn’t know if there was any more she could add, but decided to quietly say, “We have all had our share of adventures. I’m grateful to see you happy and relaxed, which is something many of us have not had the pleasure of seeing for a long time.”

As Aduchill spoke, Dimcairien nodded and gave a half-smile. She had seen his face before, but could not claim to actually know him. “And new friends,” she repeated. It was indeed wonderful to be home once again. She was not one to say no to an adventure, but every adventure needed its end and right now she was grateful it was currently over.
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Hearing her companions say it was perfectly fine for her to remain quiet, something in Cair's chest loosened. For some reason she had been fearing judgement, but she should have known that these friends would accept her either way. Had she been her normal self she would have picked up on the social cues. Dincairwen was generally a social being, taking part in myriad activities in Lothlorien and with many friends. Not loud or gregarious by any means, but she cherished the time she spent with people she cared about. She did not know everyone at this table well. Some she did. But she would at least call them all friends of one kind or another.

A tentative smile turned her lips up as she met each of their gazes. Aduchil, Mazana, Naur, Dimcairien, and Baingil. Some of them were caught up in their own conversations, but Cair felt brave enough to share at least some of her story with those nearest her, particularly Aduchil and Mazana.

"I believe it's been months since I had a real conversation. I spent most of my time wandering in the wilds alone, in my own head for the most part. Occasionally talking to myself," she added with a wry smile. "I did come across a wandering, or rather patrolling, human ranger. We had similar goals and traveled together for a brief time. He didn't ask many questions, and neither did I. I doubt I would have survived the barrow-wight's attack without him."

She sighed and fell silent for a moment, remembering that day with a shudder. The air in the far north, the former Angmar, had grown even colder. "I wandered unknowing onto an ancient burial ground. I should have noticed, but I was cold and tired." The plain had been covered in earthen mounds buried in snow, blending in with the rest of the landscape.

Her ranger friend had been some distance away scouting, else he would have warned her away. Dincairwen, though ancient in years compared to the human, had never been any place like Angmar in the long millenia of her life. "The wight came out of nowhere. I looked at it and was entranced. It got inside my head. I... well, I'm not feeling up to talking about most of that yet. But the ranger knew how evil spirits like that could be banished. He used fire. After Dol Guldur," she said, glancing at Aduchil, "you think I would have remembered and known better." Had she learned nothing from that encounter? Perhaps the power of the nazgul that night had made her purposely not explore that memory too closely or often.

"But, I survived, and am home now. The healing powers of the Golden Wood will do me much good."
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