Minas Tirith Streets and Levels (Free RP)

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Mourgan Alarion
Third level ~ early evening
2 days after the Midsummer event
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He looked at her when she asked about peeling potatoes. He flicked off another peel. "Your mother is right, but I want to mash some of these, so they don't need the peel." He returned to his potatoes and nearly chuckled at watching her chasing after the carrot pieces trying to escape. He had to chase a carrot or too himself and could sympathize with her.

He then waited to see what her plans for the masque were. Although her answer was a bit of a disappointment, he did his best not to show it. Instead, he returned her grin with a smile. He shrugged at her question. "I know that's the purpose of them but..."He shrugged." It would be nice to have someone I knew to talk to is all." He returned to scalping another potato. He was quiet for a moment. "Speaking of pounding hot metal and watching sparks fly, the first time you were burnt by one of those sparks did you put your hammer down and quit? Something made you try again, didn't it? You also wouldn't be dancing with a stranger, well, not a complete stranger anyways." He offered her a friendly smile.

Before she could answer he turned to the boiling pot. " I think I should check that."
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Cali Dringolben
Third level - early evening
2 days after the Midsummer event

She nodded in understanding as he explained about the potatoes. "Makes sense," She agreed. She was somewhat curious about how to make this. She'd never been deeply involved in the cooking at home when she was growing up, since she was more often out playing with the others or hovering over her dad's shoulder watching him work. Then, at Ivornith's house, something like this would have been too bothersome and time consuming, so they would go with something simple and easy, because either Cali didn't know how to do much else, or Ivornith was too tired to do much else, after working all day.

When Mourgan asked her about the sparks burning her, she was a little puzzled. She glanced at him and started to mention that the sparks were fairly harmless, and that she wore a leather apron to protect herself from things like that anyway. It was the slag and things like that, that you had to watch out for.. And sure, she'd gotten a few burns, not to mention cuts and smashed fingers, and other small injuries over the years working at the forge, but that was a lot different from going to some dance where she would feel totally out of place and awkward, around people she didn't know, and couldn't even be sure of who they were. Smithing was something she did because she enjoyed it. Going to parties and dances.. not so much.

But before she had a chance to give an answer, he took off to go check on the pot. She kept her thoughts to herself for the moment, and worked in silence until all of the vegetables were properly chopped. Eventually, the shepherd's pie came together and was ready to go into the oven. Cali gathered some dishes and utensils, and set the table while Mourgan was putting the pie in to bake. Though she kept quiet during all that time, her thoughts were very busy. Once the food was in the oven and all that was left to do was wait, she sat down at the table. This felt like a really, really long day.. glancing over at the back door, she almost couldn't believe that only a few hours ago, Mourgan had broken the door in and set off all of those crazy traps. In retrospect, she realized what a hazard those had been, and decided it would be best not to do any more traps in the future. But, they also needed some way to defend themselves. She held back a sigh as that thought came to mind. She didn't really know what to do, and felt that locks weren't enough.

Aside from that, she also felt like maybe some more explanation was owed, to Mourgan. She glanced at him. "I was nervous, you know," She mentioned quietly, returning to the topic from earlier, feeling as if she was breaking a long silence. "At the midsummer thing, the other day, when you asked me to dance. I.. didn't really come there to dance or anything." She smiled a bit shyly as she looked down at her lap. "I only went there at all because.." She laughed faintly, "Nal hid my hammer, and I came to demand it back. Then he.." She sighed, with a hint of exasperation, "He talked me into sticking around, and.. then all that other stuff happened, and.. and ever since, it's just been... I don't know." She ended with a huff of frustration, as she couldn't quite find the right words. "Anyway. The point I was trying to get to, is that.. that makes the second time now that I've gone to some festival thing, with a lot of people around, and that man showed up, and things ended terribly." Both times, because of that Arkadhur guy. Just because they had him in custody now, didn't make her feel completely safe. What if he escaped somehow?

She shook her head slightly to try and dispel such thoughts, then turned her head to look at the oven, as if to see how the pie was doing. Despite the fact that she couldn't actually see it. It was more because she didn't want to be looking directly at Mourgan as she spoke again. "I used to think I was this.. really tough girl, you know.. that no one could mess with me or my friends." She went on, quietly. "And, then.. well, the one time I actually really needed to defend my friend.. I tried.. but I was.. I felt.. useless, and terrified. And weak. Not at all brave and strong like I wanted to be." She sighed and rubbed at her eye as subtly as she could manage. "My brother once taught me some basic self-defense moves, and.. I could barely remember how to do even one of them. He'd probably be really disappointed with me," She muttered, frowning as she looked down. "I.. tried to fight the guy, but I didn't know what to do, and all I succeeded in doing was making him so angry he broke my arm. And he might have killed Iole.." She sighed, putting her head in her hands with her elbows resting on the table. "I don't ever want to be in a situation like that again."
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Trainee Trastion Leithor
Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth level

There was still a bit of bafflement, as well as doubt, lingering in the corners of Trastion's mind as he made his way back up through the levels. This time, not only was he wearing all the gear he had worn to this morning's training session, but he also carried his pack along. It was quite heavy. He was very glad he hadn't had to carry that along each morning during the past several days. But it was necessary now, since he had new orders for his temporary living situation. He wondered how long this was going to last.

That seemed like the worst part; having to go back to how things had been before he joined the rangers; being unsure where he would be sleeping from week to week. But it was only temporary, he reminded himself. He took a slow breath in as he paused at the fourth level, waving to Eryn as she went on toward the sixth level for her healer training. He'd been to his training session with Arnyn earlier, before dawn, then had time to return to Duinion's camp, explain the change of situation to him, and then gather up his things. He'd also taken the time to assist Eryn with some of her chores and then, since he was going back up this far at about the same time she was heading up to the houses of healing, he had agreed to 'escort her' up as far as this level, despite her insisting she didn't need an escort. But they'd been going the same way for most of the trip, so as he had pointed out, why not walk together? To that, she had agreed.

He checked the address on the paper he had written down, then adjusted his pack a little higher on his back. He felt a bit like a turtle, carrying everything he owned on his back like this. With a little smile of amusement at that thought, he set off down the correct street, glancing frequently at the numbers on the row of houses, looking at each one until he found the right number. Fortunately, he had met Tercen already, so it wouldn't be totally awkward meeting the guy and informing him of the orders he'd recieved from Arnyn. Still, he was reminded of when he had been sent to find his dorm, and met Mourgan for the first time, and informed him he was to be his new roommate. Trastion smiled faintly at the memory, and could hardly wait until his banishment was over, and he could go back to the barracks, and back to living with his roommates. Just about a week left to go, he thought with relief.

Stopping at the correct house number, Trastion double-checked to be sure it was the right house, then lowered his heavy pack to the ground with a little sigh. He'd nearly forgotten how heavy it could be, and it hardly seemed like the same load he had carried from home, all the way here to Minas Tirith. But, well, he had added a few things since then, he recalled. With his pack leaned against the wall beside the door, Trastion straightened and swept a hand through his hair briefly, then knocked on the door. It wasn't so drastically early that he ought to fear waking the guy, right? He hoped not. Whatever the case, he waited, a bit nervous of how well he would be able to manage this new assignment from the lieutenant.
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Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth leve
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It took a while. But finally the door opened. Tercen looked curious upon seeing Trastion, right before recognition dawned on his face. "Oh, you! Um..." He seemed to still be linking Trastion's face to where he remembered it from. "Yes - Arnyn's trainee! Right?"

He opened the door a bit further and leaned against the door frame with one shoulder and his upper arm. "Can I help you? Did she send you to fetch something?" That didn't really seem like her, though...
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Trainee Trastion Leithor
Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth level

He waited, and waited.. beginning to wonder if maybe Arnyn's brother was either still asleep, despite it being late morning, or if he might have even stepped out. Perhaps he'd gone to get some breakfast or something. Trastion was beginning to wonder if he should just go on and try again later, when the door did finally open. He smiled when Tercen did at least recognize him, though he didn't seem to recall his name. "Right. Trastion," He supplied with a nod of confirmation.

The next question caused him to hesitate slightly. How to explain this? "Um.. well, yes, she did send me," He agreed, slowly. "But, not to fetch something." He tried to explain, and cleared his throat. "She, uh.. well, since you're staying here alone, and.. I um, I have another week before I'm allowed back at the barracks, she suggested I could stay here with you, and sorta be roommates, temporarily." He shifted a little awkwardly. "Actually, it was more of an order than a suggestion." He added, looking vaguely puzzled, as if he couldn't figure out why she would have given such an order. "Maybe she thought you might need someone to show you around the city or something?"
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Sept 15th - Late morning
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Tercen was looking at Trastion with a thoughtful frown as the young man put on a puzzled look and tried to guess at Arnyn's reasons. "Someone to show me around the city," he repeated, deadpan. "Sweet Yavanna," He then added with a sigh, and he shook his head. "Sis must eat you alive whenever you try and lie to her."

Pushing away from the doorframe, he stepped back, holding out his arm toward the small hallway. "Come on in, Trastion." Something about what the young man had said, had drawn his attention, though. "Another week before you're allowed back at the barracks?" AfterTrastion had grabbed his pack and had come inside, Tercen closed the door behind him. A cloak had fallen from a peg, now lying on the floor somewhat haphazardly. Tercen preceeded the young man to the main living room of the house, where a few glasses stood on the low table in between the couch and the armchairs, along with an empty plate which had clearly been eaten clean the day before.

"Can I get you anything to drink or eat?" he asked Trastion attentively. "Until you're accustomed to where everything is, I'm willing to play the host, even if this is not my own house," he laughed.
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Addhor Raxëlilta, on a Saturday Evening
At home on the 2nd Circle. With Nelladel Alarion

He had directed his guest toward the more comfortable chair, to start with, to help settle them in. The peace, the quiet between them seemed almost deafening. But not so much that he wished to fill it. More that he wished to indulge in it and almost regretted that each moment must move on unto the next. Was it possible to yearn for the chance to reflect back on the moment, bask in it, and anticipate it .. all at once ? Addhor focused first on pouring out a sample of the earthy red elixir for each of them, as Nell unwrapped the bread from her basket.

I bet .. you have been saying that all day,” he harboured a guess and handed over a half-filled wineglass with a short wide stem. “Tonight you relax,” was all that he asked, gently, of his guest. “Let somebody else cater to your needs for a change.

Since the dinner seemed to be proceeding without threat of bursting the kitchen into flames, he lowered into the green seat beside her, for what time he would be able to, amidst the preparations. “You are nervous,” he observed then after a moment. And in case this might have been quite rude to state so, he added, “I am not sure if it will make you feel better or worse to know I am too.

It was a relief to sip from the Carathôn, rather than be seen to await her reaction to it’s charms. “I am not so very familiar with this,” he confided, raising his drink with meaning in a half-hearted toast of sorts, as the sentiment of what he was not used to ... could have more than the one meaning. And would still be just as true. “But I am told that it goes well with the wild mushrooms in a rabbit pie. And also with company,” he added, a moment later.

Having betrayed any mystery over the main course, Addhor leaned back, glad he had forgone his one weekly drink at the inn, this week. So that he could indulge now, instead. One drink had, after all, been the rule until one had eventually become a longtime habit. Of course these days there were other temptations which ruled his waking hours. She the foremost and most pleasant, of course.

I am sure your bread will prove just as fine a match,” he nodded, with admiration toward the baker’s offering. “You do eat .. rabbit ?” The question was as much a belated concern as a try at evolving the conversation from mere niceties. He had heard from Beren, .. possibly .. that Nell had lived for some part of her life on a farm, and hoped the dish was therefore not an entirely foreign or abhorrent prospect for a non-ranger.
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Trainee Trastion Leithor
Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth level

Well, it seemed his attempt at not telling Tercen the lieutenant's actual reasons for sending him here.. had failed. Still, he didn't want to risk insulting the guy by telling him 'she said you're a total slob and asked me to make sure you don't wreck her house while you're here'. Instead, he merely shrugged and grabbed his pack, glad he had not been told to 'go away', at least. He gave a little half smile as he followed him inside. "I don't," He informed him, in reference to the 'trying to lie to her' comment. "I mean," he added with a little hesitation, as Tercen closed the door behind him. "I tried it one time in my first week here, and learned pretty quickly not to try it again." He explained with a slight grin.

As Trastion took a glance around, he paused to set his pack down, hang up his cloak, then picked up the other one and returned it to the hook it must have fallen from. Grabbing his pack again, he followed Tercen into the living room and had to make his best effort not to shake his head in amusement as he noticed the used dishes lying around. Arnyn sure wasn't exaggerating. "Oh, yeah.." He answered, as Tercen inquired about his comment concerning the barracks. "I was banned for two weeks." He shrugged and lowered the heavy pack to the floor once more. "There was an.. incident, involving alcohol.." He admitted. Though he didn't actually want to tell anyone about that, it would be beneficial to his purposes, to do so. He cleared his throat and fidgeted uncomfortably. "So.. I'm not allowed back for another week. I spent all last week camped out in the Pelennor.. first by myself, then with another ranger."

The inquiry of whether he wanted anything to eat or drink made him pause. He was actually a bit thirsty, though he couldn't help a brief glance toward the glasses on the table. "If there's any clean glasses left.. maybe you could show me where to get some water?" He asked hopefully. "It's a bit of a long walk down from the sixth, out to where Ranger Raedor lives, and then back up to the fourth," he explained with a slightly apologetic smile.
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Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth leve
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He smirked when Trastion said he'd tried lying to Arnyn once. "Yeah, she'd make sure you learned that lesson," he added with a grin. He looked at Trastion curiously when the younger man said he was banned for two weeks after something happened that involved drinking. "Ahh," Tercen said, nodding slightly. "The best of us can sometimes get carried away by that," he said good-naturedly. "But maybe you enjoyed the change of scenery? I can't imagine living in those barracks." Crowded into a small room with several other guys? No thanks. "Honestly, camping sounds preferable."

Frowning lightly at Trastion when he wondered if there were any clean glasses left, Tercen blinked. Then he offered the other man a shrug. "Sure, there are more glasses? Right this way. And yes, that is a long walk," he agreed as he led Trastion into the kitchen. "Here you go." He pointed out where things were, taking Trastion through the whole of the kitchen at once. The counter held more dishes, and the small kitchen table was covered in random items, from papers to a kitchen towel and even a shirt. Who knew if it was a clean one...

"So, she sent someone about ten years my junior to babysit me?" Tercen asked, leaning against the wall with one shoulder while Trastion got himself some water. Rather than annoyed, though, he looked and sounded rather amused. "How do you feel about this?"
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Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth level

Trastion grinned. "Well. I was my idea to camp.. instead of staying at an inn. I figured.. I love camping. This won't be so bad. But.. well, it just so happened that I was already scheduled to begin training more specially, with your sister, the next day." He explained, as he followed Tercen into the kitchen. "So. This happened really late at night, right? And... well, I didn't really get much chance to pick out a good, comfy place. I.. really didn't get much sleep that first night. And then.." He cleared his throat. "Well, I thought I was late, and I ran all the way up to the sixth.. and wow, was that a lot more than I expected. I really did not think that through.. and she saw me running and decided, 'yes. Do that from now on.' So, I've had to do that, EVERY DAY." He let out a sigh. "In full gear." He grimaced slightly in mock dismay. "The worst part is..I wasn't even late that day!" He added. "It's so hard to guess when it's time to get up when you're not where you usually sleep, and don't have the bells to mark the hours, you know?

"With that, along with being banished from the barracks and mess hall.." He shrugged as he looked around the kitchen. "And all the extra duties that I had to take on as additional punishment," He continued after taking note of many unwashed dishes, "Getting something to eat throughout the day was a bit challenging before one of the other rangers, who lives in the Pelennor, took pity on me and suggested I could stay with him for a few days." He located a glass from the cabinet, and filled it with water before taking a long drink.

It was nearly half gone by the time he lowered it again. About the time Tercen was asking if Arnyn had sent him to babysit. He blinked, giving the guy a puzzled look. "Um.. what?" He asked, giving him a strange look. The question seemed to have caught him by surprise. "You.. need babysitting?" He asked slowly, with some skepticism, as if finding that to be rather.. odd. "Actually.. I assumed she was thinking of it the other way around..." He replied, with a confused look before taking another drink.

After swallowing, he continued. "See.. I um, well I have a sort of.. knack for finding myself in trouble." He explained with mild embarrassment. "No matter how hard I try to avoid it, it seems to come after me in some form or another." He shrugged. "Well, you know her better than I do I guess.. I just figured maybe she sent me here, hoping you might be able to help her keep me out of trouble," He let out a faint laugh before finishing off the rest of the water in the glass. He really had been rather thirsty, but that had been enough.

"Thanks, by the way." He mentioned with a little nod toward the glass, to indicate his appreciation for showing him where to get things. He glanced around briefly with the empty glass in hand. "There is a basin for washing dishes, right?" He asked uncertainly. If that had been included in the tour, he seemed to have forgotten.
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Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth leve
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Tercen listened to Trastion with no small amount of amusement as he pulled out a chair and sat on it - backwards, one forearm leaning over the top of the backrest. He chuckled when Trastion said so emphatically: 'EVERY DAY'. "Wow. You must have really been acting the fool," he commented through some muted laughter. "Arnyn pulled some things in her day. She must have really thought you'd crossed some sort of line." He looked thoughtful. "Maybe because of the alcohol. She never really understood why people let go so much. And then get into trouble because of it. And then why some people, weeks or months later, just repeat the same cycle. Maybe she wanted to make sure you wouldn't make the same mistake again," he offered, taking the defense without consciously even realizing it.

He was watching the young man closely as the latter looked puzzled. When Trastion said he'd figured it would be more the other way around, Tercen almost scoffed. As if Arnyn would ever let him babysit anyone. A light frown settled on his face when Trastion continued that he was always getting in trouble. That might be a possibility. Tercen was, if anything, not a troublemaker.

"There is a basin for washing dishes, right?"

The question made Tercen's eyes narrow. "Yes," he drawled, "there is." He indicated something - where most of the dishes were stacked on and around one another. His eyes narrowed a bit further as he eyed Trastion carefully. "As for your earlier question, I do not need babysitting, thank you," he said, slowly. "A housekeeper, maybe." Then his face cleared and he grinned broadly as realization dawned upon him. "That's what you are, isn't it?" The very thought made Tercen roar with laughter. "Oh, my man," he finally managed, wiping his hand underneath his eyes. "She really doesn't go easy on you, does she?"

When the bout of amusement subsided, he gave Trastion a lazy grin. "Think about it this way, Trastion. She hasn't stopped to consider all the things we could talk about. While you're cleaning up after me." He chuckled.
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Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth level

Shrugging, Trastion decided not to go into detail about what he had done, exactly. But he gave a vague enough answer to explain, "There was a line that was crossed, yes. I'd rather not talk about that," He cleared his throat a little uncomfortably. "But I have no intentions of touching alcohol ever again." He added with a determined sound to his voice.

As the washbasin was pointed out to him, he let out a little laugh. "Oh. I didn't even see it there," He smiled his thanks before going over to wash the cup. Yet, when Tercen decided that he must be a housekeeper, Trastion turned with a frown. "What.. no!" He sounded appalled at the very idea of that. "I am not a housekeeper!" He insisted with a little bit of effort not to take offense at that. He took a slow breath, and let it out while shaking his head. "I don't know how to clean. I just figured I should put the glass back where it belongs, you know.. trying to be respectful of Arnyn's things and all that." He tried to explain, and let out a sigh. "And I know better than to put a used glass back in with clean ones.. I've gotten in trouble for that before." He admitted.

"But seriously.. no. I'd be a terrible housekeeper. I don't know how to do things like that.. You know, my roommate at the barracks actually had to teach me how to make a bed?" He rolled his eyes. "The barracks lieutenant insists on all the beds being made with perfect neatness. Which is stupid.. I mean, what's the point?" He asked, turning back to wash around the rim of the glass, then grabbed a towel to dry it. "You're just going to sleep in it again when night comes around again. It's just a waste time, doing all that just to undo it again as soon as night comes again. Shouldn't we be trying to be more efficient with our time? Not wasting it doing nonsensical things that don't matter."

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged. "But dishes, well that's not the same. I figure it's easier to wash one cup right now, since it only takes a few seconds. I've been on dish duty at the mess hall.. ugh. That's a nightmare." He made a face. "Having to wash all the dishes from everyone.. it takes forever. I hate doing that."

After returning the washed and dried cup to where he had found it, he leaned back against the counter, facing Tercen with his arms folded. "What sort of things?" He wondered, thinking about the bit he'd said about what all they could talk about. He didn't remark on the 'cleaning up after me' part, however. "You mentioned earlier she had 'pulled some things' in her day?" He asked with a slightly intrigued smile.
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He couldn't resist laughing at the young man when he insisted so emphatically that he was not a housekeeper. "Even if you do not know how to clean, I still think you were placed here to either try and whoop some tidiness into me, OR to ensure tidiness in my wake. So to speak. Also, Trastion... I hope you are not suggesting that you are above the useful and meaningful tasks of as housekeeper?" Tercen asked, tilting his head. "And how can you not know how to clean? The basics are pretty self-evident."

He shrugged at Trastion's comments on the barracks master and his ridiculous demands. "Who knows. Maybe it gives him a sense of accomplishment. Or maybe he feels like the whole barracks are 'his place' and you lot being untidy reflects badly on him. Or... maybe he hopes you'll be less inclined to have stray food lying around if you're forced to keep things clean." He shrugged again. "You know. Rats and all that. I imagine that's a big thing in a city like this, especially in a big place like the barracks."

He eyed the pile of dishes wearily. "Are you suggesting I do the dishes, now?" he asked, clearly having zero interest or motivation. "You're right, though. The task seems much too daunting. I refuse to do it alone." He raised an eyebrow. "If you help though... I might be persuaded. And we can talk in the meantime." He'd just have to make sure not to spill any of his sister's better kept stories...
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Sept 15th - Late morning
Arnyn's house, Fourth level

As Tercen guessed at the reason Arnyn had sent him here, Trastion made no reply, deciding to neither confirm nor deny it. But the rest of what he said made him fall quiet more than the other. He paused at the guy's comment about whether he was above the tasks of a housekeeper. He hadn't meant to have such an attitude, but perhaps he had, without realizing it. Also.. that comment made Tercen seem a lot more like his sister than before, and the thought made him smile faintly.

"No," He answered thoughtfully, after a moment to consider his own feelings on the matter. "It isn't that I think I am above being a housekeeper. But, most anyone who knows me will tell you that I would not be the least bit qualified for such a job." He tried to explain, with a little laugh at himself. "Especially lieutenant Brian." While he did not say anything further concerning why Arnyn may have sent him, a part of him hoped that might dissuade Tercen from his previously expressed suspicion.

He shrugged slightly at the almost defense of the barracks master and his rigid demands. "Have you met this guy though?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I think he just enjoys making rules so he can assert his authority and make sure we do as he says." He shrugged slightly. "But he did risk his life to save the barracks when it was on fire, so.. I can't help but respect the guy for that." He added, sighing softly as he thought again of that awful thing he had said.

Tercen's inquiry about whether he was hinting anything made Trastion hesitate. Well, technically, yes. He was. But he had hoped he was more subtle than that. Apparently, not. But, it seemed to work! Though he was pleased inwardly to hear him declare that he was right.. and that the guy might be persuaded with help, Trastion was careful not to smile or smirk or any of that. He nodded slightly. "Alright, I don't mind helping," He agreed. "Let's gather all the dishes from the other room.. or rooms? and see how daunting a task this will be." He suggested. "By the way," He wondered suddenly, "Do you know how to cook?"
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"I have not met the Barracks Master, nor do I intend to," Tercen said with a half grin. "He'd probably have some sort of bias against me just for being Arnyn's brother. She's told me that even though the man is competent and has many qualities, they..." His voice trailed off, suddenly unsure of how much Arnyn would like him to say on the subject. To one of the rangers. He had probably already said too much, come to think of it. "That the two of them are very different people," he tried to salvage the situation. Inadequately.

With a laboured sigh, as if he had been washing dishes for an hour already when he hadn't so much as lifted a finger yet, Tercen rose from his chair. "Fine. I will retrieve the dishes." He pointed out where Tras could get soap and the water to fill the basin. When Trastion asked about cooking, though, Tercen's face brightened. "Yes!" he replied, happily. "I definitely know how to cook." It was a skill he was far better at than his sister, and he might enjoy that just a little too much. "Do you?" he returned the question, grinning by now. "If not, maybe I can treat you to a few of my favorites while you're staying here. It is more fun to cook and eat when there is someone around to talk to. Especially since having someone around also mean you can split the dishes afterwards," he laughed, on his way out of the kitchen.

He soon returned with the dish- and glassware from the living room. "There. Um... you wash, I'll dry?" Tercen suggested. "Then I can put them away and if you watch you'll learn where things go, too."
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Trastion couldn't help growing curious as Tercen started to talk about something that seemed to involve something Arnyn had said about lieutenant Brian. But then he stopped before he said whatever it was, and the trainee was mildly disappointed. He did not let it show on his face, however. Only lingering curiosity. "I'm not sure the guy could dislike me anymore than he already does, so you'd probably be safe," He offered as some sort of reassurance, with a little grin.

When Tercen consented to getting the dishes, Trastion merely gave a small nod as if to say 'alright', and turned to grab soap. Inside, he was grinning. Quite pleased with his success. But outwardly he was trying to maintain a collected appearance.

As Tercen answered the question about cooking, Trastion turned again, and smiled in a different way, seeing that the other guy seemed to almost be excited. "Not at all," He replied with a little laugh, when the question came back to him, and shook his head as if to emphasize that was a negative on his cooking skills. "I mean, I can.. get stuff cooked over a campfire, so that it's edible. But.. that's about it." He admitted freely, and listened with a little smile as Tercen suggested the idea of cooking some of his favorite dishes while Trastion was here. "That'd be great," He agreed happily.

He filled the basin with water while Tercen was gathering his dishes, and considered the suggestion that the other guy had made when he returned. "Alright, sounds fair enough." He agreed, although technically it wasn't exactly 'fair' since none of these dishes were his. But he didn't want to push his luck too far. "So, why'd you come, anyway? if you don't mind me asking, that is." He added as he began washing the first dish. "Checking she's really alright, after that wolf attack?" He ventured a guess without thinking, as the probability of that seemed to him the most likely.
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Taking a dish towel, Tercen grinned. "So - you can cook food, but you cannot actually cook. And we agree there is a difference. Excellent. Maybe I'll teach you a thing or two, hmm? You can help me cook if I'm helping with the clean-up, after all. You know. As long as your duties allow for it, of course." He knew better than to make any different demands.

He was thinking about how to answer Trastion's question about why he'd come to Minas Tirith, when the trainee's own suggestion distracted him. Distracted him very much. A silence fell, until he had processed this new bit of information. "What?" The question came out as stunned as Tercen felt. "What wolf attack?"

His thoughts raced back to how Arnyn had seemed the times he'd seen her since his arrival. "Why wouldn't she be alright? She seemed alright. Did she get hurt? Were you guys out on a mission in the woods or something?"
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He was about to comment back 'That'd be nice, thanks' in reply to him maybe learning a thing or two about cooking, but the other comment that Trastion had made seemed to have a stunning effect on the other guy. He looked over at him, slightly confused by his silence, and then as Tercen finally spoke with a stunned 'what?', Trastion realized he should not have mentioned that. He mentally cringed, but outwardly, blinked as he turned to stare at him, mind racing as he tried to figure out how to retract that statement. 'Forget I said that' wasn't going to work, he guessed.

"Uh.." He cleared his throat awkwardly as Tercen continued asking more, with that 'worried big brother' sound in his voice. "Sorry.. I shouldn't have said... I mean, I thought she would have told you about that by now," The words spilled out, then slowed as he added, "but apparently not..." Judging by the stunned look on Arnyn's brother's face. He suddenly imagined how he might feel if he was in his place, and heard something alarming about his own little sister. "Yes, of course she's alright. She's fine, really," he hastily assured him. "She kinda saved everyone, actually. You should be proud, she's quite a hero." He tried to offer the positive parts of the story up, first.

As for the rest of the questions... well, he wasn't sure how reassuring it would be to hear that no, they were not in the woods, and actually right here in the city, in the ranger's barracks of all places. But to lie about that would surely only make things worse, especially as he was almost sure to hear the truth at some point anyway. He tried not to squirm in his shoes at the way Tercen looked at him when he began trying to avoid answering. He was somewhat reminded a little of the way Arnyn would look at him when he tried to avoid answering something. He sighed.

"I'll tell you what happened, at least, as much as I know, but you gotta promise not to tell her I told you, please? If she didn't tell you about it, she probably wouldn't be happy with me if she found out that I did." He looked at Tercen imploringly. He definitely did not need to have Arnyn upset with him again.
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Pele did not hurry to pull away from Arnyn's hand, soaking up all the wordless support she sensed - even though she liked to look tough and self-sufficient, there was still a plenty of vulnerability left, and she knew to appreciate deep friendship.

"Ah, it is always easier for me to choose life when it mostly concerns others, but I still often dwell in the shadow and even self-imposed suffering when it concerns myself. And I see..." her blue eyes smiled at Arnyn's brown ones. "You will probably be satisfied when I live it rather than present nice words, yes? But getting there, slowly, steadily. I hope. And if Keket appeared here..." Pele's brows knit threateningly. "I could really not guarantee that he would live." She paused a while and then smiled slowly again. "No, I do not think I will return to the shadow. And I will not be upset if you make me turned around should I drift towards it again with my back turned to life."

They resumed walking again, and Pele breathed deeply a few times, the smile lingering on her face before she addressed the matter that had peaked her interest.

"That other thing. I want to know how is Trastion doing?" she glanced at her friend. "While I have not seen overly many complaints on him - yet I gathered that Brian is not happy with him. How is his training coming along? His development process? We have not formed a close connection, and it is difficult to evaluate it without pressuring him with many questions. But you work with him closely - so what are your thoughts?"
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Trastion's halted mumbling made his expression go from stunned to impatient to almost ominous - in case Tras would be trying to avoid the proper explanation, that is.

Tercen was frowning. Even though he had seen her and spoken with her, and she had looked physically fine at the very least, the younger man's reassurance that Arnyn was alright did take the edge off a little. His frown deepened, though, when Trastion said she had 'kinda saved everyone' and that he should be proud of her. He even dropped the word 'hero'. It made Tercen scowl, especially after Trastion required him not to say anything to Arnyn if he shared what had happened.

"That is the whole problem with my sister!" he responded, his voice rising a little. "That tendency of trying to go and pull things no one in their right mind would try, just because she thinks it might save others!" Tercen slapped the dish towel onto the edge of the kitchen counter and then threw it onto the table. He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. "For all of her logic and her insistance on applying reason - she can just throw it all out the window and endanger her life... Even on the off chance it might just save even one other person! And she knows how I feel about her pulling crap like that, and so she no longer tells me!" He pushed away from the wall, uncrossed his arms and started pacing through the kitchen.

"If you don't tell me what happened, I swear to Mandos..." Realizing he was letting his anger get the better of him toward a guy who couldn't help it that Arnyn was so tight-lipped, Tercen caught himself. He took a deep breath, held it, and let it back out slowly. "Okaaay," he drawled. "It's just that..." His hand rubbed over the lower half of his face. "I don't get to see my sister every week, obviously. But that doesn't mean I don't love her."

He returned to the chair he'd been sitting on earlier, turned it the normal way and sank down onto it. "Okay. I'm calm. I'll be calm. I promise." He sighed. "It just gets to me how careless she can be with her own safety," he added in a mumble. He looked at Trastion, making direct eye contact. "I won't tell her you told me."
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He was beginning to feel like he couldn't say the right thing here to save his life, as his words to try and reassure the guy only seemed to upset him more. Still, the man's display of anger surprised Trastion. He hadn't expected a.. dare he call it a tantrum? He had been about to pass him a clean dish to dry, but when Tercen slapped the towel on the counter and then threw it, Trastion thought better of offering him anything breakable. He held onto it, for its own safety. Perhaps his own too? He wasn't really sure what to expect from this guy, he realized. Funny, he thought, how alike the brother and sister could be in some things, and yet very different in others.

For a moment, he thought that Tercen was actually going to threaten him, though he didn't know what he meant to do, if Trastion refused to tell him anything. But a moment later, he seemed to calm himself with some effort. Trastion watched him silently as he went over to take a seat and declare that he was calm. So.. he was already done helping with the dishes? Trastion idly thought... but tried not to worry about that. He set the clean glass down on the counter, where it wouldn't be in danger of being knocked over. After Tercen assured him that he would not tell her, he gave a small nod. Then he went over to join him at the table, and took the next seat, turning so he was facing Tercen. "I get that." He told him quietly. Though it slightly killed him inside not to be able to mention anything about how much he missed and worried about his own little sister, he refrained.

He paused, trying to think of how to explain this. Because it was really difficult to explain the whole 'sorceress shapeshifter' thing and not be ridiculed, but it was the truth. "It's hard to properly explain," He frowned. He would not be telling the excited, thrilling version of the tale here, as he suspected that would be less appreciated with this current 'audience'. "It's going to sound crazy, I guess. I thought it was, and I hardly believed it, until I saw it with my own eyes." He shrugged. "But there was this enemy who had come to the city with really evil intentions. She wanted.. to kill rangers, I guess, and she had... like, dark magical powers. Somehow she had the ability to change her form, and appear like anyone she wanted to be." He shivered slightly. "She even impersonated me at one point." He cleared his throat, a little uncomfortable to speak of that. "She nearly killed me, I had a horrible concussion after, and.. well I'm really lucky." He left it at that. "My sis, Kaylin, spoke to the imposter and didn't even realize it wasn't me." He added, to help the guy realize how close the impersonations were.

"Anyway, so she'd managed to infiltrate into the midst of us rangers," He went on. "And while they were pretty sure who she was, they weren't really completely sure, so.. it really made it difficult to do anything to stop her. Because if they were wrong and made a move.. not only would it be not good for the innocent person, but also, that would let her know that they were aware she was there.. make sense?" He checked, realizing it could sound a bit confusing.

Once confirmed that the situation had been explained well enough, he went on, "So it all came to a conclusion one day, really early in the morning. This was in July," He added, and proceeded to explain about the fire and then how, coming into the mess hall to get some salt barrels, he had been stunned to find TWO Arnyns, wrestling together on the floor, along with the rest of the scene that had met him there. And how, when he returned a few moments later after being sent away from the fire... this time, instead of a duplicate Arnyn, there had been an enormous wolf... which the two women(Arnyn and Cali) were fighting.

"And.. well it was all over just about the time I came in, actually," He cleared his throat, deciding not to describe her actual actions that had defeated the wolf. "About the time I came in the last time, Arnyn was slaying the wolf, with a little assistance from the lady smith. And then I helped them to the houses of healing, and we all got checked out and were released within about an hour or so." He shrugged, making light of all of their injuries. "So, not only saved Mourgan, by keeping the evil woman from finishing him off, and enabling the captain to take him to the healers.. she also saved Cali, who would've been wolf's breakfast otherwise, but also.. like, everyone else who would have been the sorceress's victims."

He paused. "Not because she was being impulsive and reckless, or trying to do anything crazy and impulsive, but because she did what she had to do to protect her rangers." He also tried to emphasize. "We take an oath when we enlist here, you know." He added quietly. "Anyway, she says the rangers are like family. She believes that, and so, she would do whatever she has to do to protect any of us. Same as she would do if you were in danger." He added. He didn't have to wonder about that, as he knew Arnyn fairly well by now to be fairly sure of what she would do if her actual brother were in danger.
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

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Tercen's brows first rose and then knitted together in an increasingly deepening frown while Trastion told him what had transpired. An enemy. Whose enemy? Gondor's? Yet he did not ask, not wanting to interrupt. An enemy with dark magical powers, who could change her appearance... in a believable way. He noted the trainee's genuine shiver. How bizarre. Yet he had seen the army of the dead as well. It was not impossible to imagine after that. Right?

He filed the information away that Trastion had a sister as well, and that her name was Kaylin. Then this enemy must have been very good at her impersonations, if she'd even been able to fool Trastion's own sister. Tercen found himself swallowing as he listened how this enemy had infiltrated the rangers and they had not taken action on the chance they were wrong about who had been the enemy. His right hand, which was resting on his knee, balled into a fist. July. Two Arnyns. An enormous wolf, against a smithy and a lieutenant.

For crying out loud. How did his sister keep getting into these situations in the first place?

He watched Trastion carefully as the young man spoke and explained the situation and the aftermath to him. The frown slowly faded, to a mere but intense narrowing of his light brown eyes. Arnyn hadn't been reckless, Trastion said. She did what she had to to protect 'her' rangers, he said. They took an oath, he said. Arnyn believed the rangers are like family and did whatever it took to protect any of them, he said. Like she would protect him - her own brother by flesh and blood. He said.

His eyes were still narrow and staring at Trastion as Tercen took a deep breath through his nose and then slowly let it out the same way. "You admire her." It sounded like a statement. But it was in truth a question.
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Having concluded the story, which was far different from his usual way of telling it, Trastion watched to see how Tercen had taken it. Normally, he would have told the tale with excitement, highlighting the thrilling battle and its concluding moments, emphasizing the daring, brazen move of the lieutenant as she defeated the monstrous wolf and brought about the victory for the rangers. In this instance, however, Trastion did more to downplay that very thing; to show how necessary Arnyn's actions had been. Trying to explain that the situation had played out in such a way that Arnyn had ended up being the only one in the room who COULD fight that battle. And also how much he wished he had not been needed elsewhere, so he could have helped.

He had observed the man's hand closing into a fist, and he was not sure whether he was still 'calm' or who he wanted to use his fist on; the long-vanquished enemy, or the one telling him the tale. He hoped not the latter. Thankfully, the frown eventually faded into a more thoughtful look, but he still wasn't sure what to expect. The words that did come out, finally, were not at all what he expected. He blinked, caught by surprise at what seemed to him like a realization.

"Well.. yes," he answered, mildly surprised to hear him say that. "Of course I do." He didn't really have to give that very much thought. Why wouldn't he admire her? It occurred to him though, that Tercen may find it surprising that anyone found his little sister admirable. "Have you ever seen her fight?" He wondered. "She's amazing." He grinned, recalling the duel he had witnessed between her and Kaylin.

"But it's more than that, of course," He added, shrugging as he let the grin fade to a more serious expression. "I mean... she's just.." He couldn't quite think of how to explain it, and leaned an elbow on the table, resting the side of his chin on his fist thoughtfully. "it's like.. I can come to her with any problem, and I know she isn't going to make fun of me or act as if it's an imposition that I'm bothering her or something.. that she'll help me figure it out, whatever it is. I know I can trust her with anything. And.. she seems to always know just what to say, whatever the situation... it's almost uncanny at times," He laughed lightly. "Sometimes I've wondered if she can read minds."
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He shook his head lightly. "I know she's good. She's been doing this for so long, no one can get by for that time on luck alone. And she keeps... rising through the ranks. I'm not daft," he mumbled. "She's obviously got skills. And I cannot hold a candle to her, that much I know. And I know she has developed her own style over the years. But I haven't seen her fighting an enemy or sparring with another ranger or soldier, no." Non-rangers were not allowed at the training grounds, and Tercen had never been in any military structure. He had fought at the culimination of the war, like most able-bodied Gondorians had done, of course. But nowhere near his sister. "Amazing, huh," he repeated, his tone deadpan, wondering at the trainee's grin.

Watching Trastion attentively as the young man tried to explain what it was about Arnyn that he appreciated so much, Tercen's fist loosened and he slowly spread out his fingers over his knee. He smiled with understanding at the last part. "Uncanny is the word," he agreed. Tercen only seemed to have the same talent when he was talking to Arnyn, himself. Apparently his sister had made a connection like that with this Trastion as well. It made some more sense to him now, that she had sent him to take up residence here. Even if it was only for a short while.
He wondered then, if his little sister had come to think of this young man as a little brother of sorts. She did believe the rangers were family, as Trastion had also pointed out. Maybe she did not categorize it. But she was teaching him her style. She had invited - or ordered, whatever - him to stay at her house. He couldn't imagine her doing either of those things with any ranger. She never had before, he knew that for a fact. She cared for the rangers, each and every one. But this felt different.

He leaned back in his chair. "She's never done this before, you know. Send a ranger to stay at her place. Or training one if her personal techniques. She's trained a lot of rangers - but never in her style specifically. What I saw her showing you a few days ago - I know that is not just the technique she usually teaches. She's shown me a few things over the years, but even I only get glimpses." They talked about that, when they did see each other. "It's hers. It's personal." He paused, wondering. "And she decided to share it all with you."
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"Show, not tell," Arnyn agreed with a smile. "Actions speak louder than words, Pele." She nodded when her friend and Captain mentioned Keket. One of the few for whom Arnyn had specifically requested a kill order from the King. She understood Pele's reasoning as well as her sentiment there. "Neither could I," Arnyn mused thoughtfully. "Unless specifically ordered to keep him alive if at all possible. But only you or the King could command me as such." The times were rare - but sometimes... sometimes it was interesting to find yourself high-up in the chain of command.

It was good to see Pele smiling as she was, though. Arnyn was glad to see it, and it warmed her. The inquiry about Trastion made the smile of the Lieutenant's face brighten. She nodded, first, collecting her thoughts before she gave her answer.

"When we started training in the spring, there was still so much for him to learn..." Arnyn frowned slightly, thinking back. "Hard to believe, in a way, that it has been half a year already. And yet, we have gotten to know each other very well. He and I have been mostly working on his endurance, swordsmanship and archery. Trastion told me he'd sparred with Mourgan several times - before Mourgan got injured early this summer. I had him working with Duinion on survival skills, as well. And - by his own initiative, he's also been taking axe lessons from Pelecconner Orla." She paused, but only briefly before continuing to deliver her report.

"The past month, I have been working him rather hard. He and I still meet twice a week: one session for agility and balance with and without the sword, another session for endurance training and archere. He meets with Kaylin to work on sword skills once a week. And with Mourgan for strength training at least once a week and either with or without Mourgan a second time a week. Since sparring isn't an option for Mourgan yet, I set up a weekly arrangement with one of the other male Hyandaner for Trastion, as well. He still meets with Duinion biweekly to continue to hone his survival skills, though Duinion has told me they have gone into the advanced skills already. He's already completed his weapons and armour care training as well as his horsemenship and horse care training."

"If you agree, Captain, I think he is ready to move on from Recruit to the rank of Trainee. He is twice the ranger he was compared to when he joined," the Lieutenant stated confidently. "And while he is not Brian's favorite person, it is almost a prerequisite, is it not?" Arnyn hid a grin, a half smile surfacing instead. "Trastion has proven himself to me on more than one occasion, Captain."
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