The Journies of Elessar II

[¤-Elessar-¤]

I, upon leaving the Citadel of Rivendel, came onto the western sea. I sailed west, ever searching for an Isle lost beyond hope, a small scroll with a little High-Elven writing I had, and it was in a golden container, held from my neck, close to my heart. For days I sailed aimlessly, until one late afternoon I spotted a hill in the distance, and then another, and another, indeed, they were the Echoriath of old, Encircling Mountains of Gondolin. I sailed a circle around the hills that were once great mountains, and seeing no intrance I called upon the power of a silver wizard, pulling the boat out of the water by the very bolts and hinges that held it together. I raised it, with myself at the prow, up and clear over the Echoriath, landing in a murky swamp that used to be the fertile fields of Gondolin. Sailing in a direction I figured would take myself to the center of the giant circle, I soon spoted a huge rock on my left, and through the haze I could just make out the ruins of the city with seven names. I sailed in course to the rock of Gondolin, and tying it firmly to a post that was half buried in water, I began to scale a wall more ancient than my bloodline. Under the erie ruins of Gondolin many a man would had failed, but my will and curiosity drove me on still, crushing the fear that plagued my mind. I wandered for what seemed hours, aimlessly searching for that which I sought. I finaly found a clue, a weathered painting of the House of the Fountain, upon a still-standing archway. I entered into the circle and could feel the evil of the place, for it was the square in which Ecthelion the great stood against Gothmog, lord of balrogs, lutenent of Morgoth. In the center stood the great fountain, and as I stared in awe I could had sworn steam still issued from it. I looked into the depths of the fountain, not seeing much in the gloom. I took a rope ladder from my pack and secured it in an ancient crevice in the rock of the fountain. I decended slowly into the gloom, and reached the bottom in a short while. At first glance I found not what I sought, only rubble and dust. Under one pile I found an ancient standard, the signs of Turgon, I guessed, preserved by the dust of his tower. I walked in a circle in the stomach of the fountain, and when I had neerly saw all there was to see, my eyes came upon a glimmer in the darkness, I strode to it, and saw there a pile of dust colored other than their surroundings, for one side was jet black, and the other white as a fresh noon-day cloud. Upon the top of the pile sat two skulls, one of each color of the dust. They were connected at what I presumed to be the faces, I picked up the frail looking object and observed that frial it was not, the bones were as hard now as ever. I tried to pull them apart, and indeed got up to an inch, and in that inch I saw twisted bands of silver and black light, for the souls of the warriors were in combat still, far after their bodies had decayed around them. After the fraction of a second I held the skulls apart they snapped back together, their sharp and quick movement stirring up dust from the fountain floor. I took from around my neck the golden cylender, and from it slowly removed centuries old parchment. I unfolded it and read it once again, but I already knew its words and contents by heart. I held it up to the failing sun and, saying a singular word in old-elvish, it burst into flames and was lost to the world forever, but its appointed time had come, and no need had it anymore. I tossed the container to the ground, adding to the hoard of Morgoth in payment for that which I was to do. I picked the skulls up once again, and carefully began the acent upwards to the growing darkness. Once back to the top it was nearly fully dark, I lit a fire and placed the skulls inside it. I took from my pack the sword of Tar-Ancalime, given to me on the past Yule. I looked into the glowing fire, and bade the spirit of Ecthelion forgive me for what I was to do. I took the sword and swung it down upon the point where the skulls connected, the added dark power broke the balance of forces that had existed for ages, the soul of Ecthelion was finnaly defeated and could now rest in the comfort of the halls of Mandos, the soul of Gothmog, however, was raised again from the limbo world where it had been in combat for centuries. It looked first at me, dread set into my bones, having never seen the form of a balrog so mighty as he. He then turned to the west and bowed to one knee. He sued Manwe for forgivness of his evil deeds, and in that hour the eagles of Manwe came again to the Echoriath, and beheld Gothmog in the name of Manwe, their words were in a language long dead to the earth, and I understood none of it, but when they were finished the shade of Gothmog turned to me and bade me sheild my eyes. There, in the square of the Fountain of Gondolin, Gothmog- Lord of Balrogs, was transformed to Ainar, supreme warrior against evil. He rose and turned to me, raising his firey sword in salute to me, for I was the one who set him free and gave him a chance at the forgivness of Manwe, amd he bade himself mine to command. We turned from the place and boarded my ship, amd crossed the mountains again and set sail, in search of our next adventure.

Himling, which had held the Himring, the fortress of Maedhros of old. Inside one of the ruined buildings (the building that seemed to be the center of Himring) I found a secret safe, that had not yet been looted by orcs and foul men. Inside were many fair jewels and heaps of gold, but of its contents I took one thing and one thing only, a book, written by the father of Maedhros, Feanor. It told of the making and working of many of Feanors lesser works, and it was old, old enough to had seen the light of the two trees in Valinor. I took it out with great care, only to find it as sturdy as any a book I had ever seen, for such was the great craft of the elves in the Blessed Realm. I then went to the table and pulled my Palantri from my pack. I looked into it and sought council from the High Wizard of Middle Earth, Mithrandir. He told me of the happenings since my departure, and of apperant and hopefull peace from Arnor. He told me of the White Council being called and a feast of mamoth preportions, but I told him that I would not come, for I would ruin the festivities. I told him very little of my discoveries, for I was still unsure of most of them. We took council and I decided to take up Himling as a stronghold.

The next Day.......I then set sail to Lond Daer, but upon seeing the Military Rule of Mike B in the land, I changed course and docked my little boat near an abandoned stretch of shoreline, and covered it well with bushes and weed. I then put myself in disguise, and treked upon the northern shores of the Greyflood, away from the watchfull eyes of Mike B's millitary. I made it to the bridge of Rivendell without being discovered. I then crossed and made my way upon the northern fringe of the valley. I stoped for a while and listened to the merrymaking below, longing for the compainionship of my friends. I then gathered my resolve and headed for the pass of the mountains. In a few days time I had sucessfully surpassed the lands of my enimies, coming at last to the free men of the norther vales of the Anduin, nigh to the realm of Pontifex of Greenwood. I went north, and, when I finnaly came into sight of the mountain Gundabad, I came upon the small village of my people, Dunadan who had left Eriador when the realm of Ciryaher was begun. I spoke there with my people, and told them of Himling in the west. We resolved to move everyone in the village to the isle. And, after many preparations were made, we set out in a small host of wagons (for there were barely 200 of the rebel Dunadan) and came through secret passes by Mount Dundabad and into the norther waists. We passed through Forodwaith and above Carn Dum, we passed by the vilage of the men of the Ice-bay, where they gave us runners to replace the wheels of our wagons while we made our way through the snow, after a week or so of travel we came to the upper (and frozen) Lune. we traveled down it and behind the hills of Evendim. They then came to the grey havens where one my great war-ships stood ready to take us, it now belonged to Arnor, but I could had cared less about that, we took it and were on our way before anyone could stop or persue us. We came to Himling that night, and immediately began the building of temporary shelters. I and two other mariners proceded to take the war-ship back that night, we came into Mithlond by the cover of darkness, and anchored the empty ship directly in front of the Havens. We swam to the southern bank of the Gulf of Lune and went east to the Shire, where I stayed the night in the house of my good friend Kit Baggins, with the dissapointment to find that he had gone to Annuminas for the week, on official buisness, we left the next morning and crossed the bridge, comming at last to the Great Road, and the town of Bree. I thought of taking my companions in for a drink at the famous dragon, but though better of what my reception there might had been. We traveled, always in sight of the road, in a southern direction, until we came upon the greyflood. We hiked south and found my boat still in the place where I left it, for tensions on the oppostite shore seemed let up a bit, for feasting was happening in Rohan. We sailed back to Himling and arrived early the next morning. I, seeing the temporary structures were built fine, and work beginning on a permanant stronghold, went off for a bed.

On the days that came after, we advanced much in the building of Himring, for the Dunadan were still great amongst men. I, for the most part, stayed in my boat, translating the book of Feanor as best I could.

[Mithrandir]

wow, very good writing my friend, it has cleaered up all my questions about what you have been up too.
~Mithers

[Ciryaher]

Quite intriguing. What manner of garb kept you from freezing in the perilous North? I have never traveled nigh Forochel myself, though I have been as far north as the broken fortress in Angmar.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

ah, yes, it was very slow traveling. We wore rather large and bulky fur clothes, and kept fires burning on metal platforms in our wagons. "Twas very perilous, I was amazed that there were no deaths.

-edit-
As of this day-
The armies of Dor-Taur-Sir are at the ready, patrols scour both the northern and southern borders. Spiders that have been gathered and bred are in pits that have been dug on the borders. They are kept alive by orcish slain that were piled up after the rebellion of the north. Another food will be found for them soon, though, and it will leave them all the more hungry for man and orc flesh. Great machines of war are also being built in D-T-S. They include balistas with heads that have been soaked in thinned oil, so that they will burn unquenchable for near to an hour or so. There are catapults made to look just like tall trees when stationary. Oil is also being gathered in huge barrels that will be easily poured on the battlefield. Then, as the oil is ignited to blind and confuse the enimy, my men will submerge themselves in a slick, non-burning substance made from the sap of a special tree and of water. This is also heat-resistant. This allows them to run through the fire and stay alive. They are then free to fight their enimy amongst the flames. Great teams of burrowers are being trained in the art of quickly building tunnels with extremely flammable wood.

[Arathin]

You have led a very intriguing journey, Elessar my friend. Might I ask whom may come and live with you and your people? Also whom do your people include? Do your people include Rangers?

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Oh, anyone can come to live at Himring(ling). It is open to all. I am mayor currently, and we are trying to restore some of the ancient materials found here.

[Kit Baggins]

Would it be alright if I come and stay with you a while, my lord? I need a break from my duties as Thain :p .

~Kit :)

[Dengen-Goroth]

Your journeys sound very interesting indeed, and I marvel at your speed through the western reaches of Middle earth. i have been to Gundabad, and also must say i am impressed, for the battle you and your followers must have encountered from the fell orces I can but imagine. Quite an interesting read, espcially how you found the book of Feanor. May I read it as well?

[Arathin]

Is there a thread for those who live in this land for I would wish to join them. I never have had a real home because I have always lived in the Wilderness as a Ranger. I have been looking for a place to live in.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

This could serve as that thread. :)
Kit, you are always welcome on any land I tread, but I am afraid it isn't much to look at...yet ;) But, if you do go, do tell my brother, Bregor, that I am fine, he should be doing the job of Mayor in my absence.

*Smiles at Dengen

Now tell me, (in a sarcastic tone) why on earth would the dark lord like to look at a book of Feanor's lesser works? It is not the most prizes asset of my jouries, for the first stop was the one of the most renown (and I must say that it would add a good 25 lines to what I have already got posted, I deleated the good parts out of it :)). Oh, and I didn't see any orcs, I do think they were in a lower region of the mountains, but they now shall return in lesser numbers.

[Eomer Dinmention]

Oh Arathin you can stay at Rohan if you wish just call me in the Thread war is finally over and i will give you a nice place to stay

[Dengen-Goroth]

Well, the Dark Lord enjoyes some readings, and this wold be very interesting to behold.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Yes, well when and if I can gain trust in a dark lord you may have a peek ;). You must realize that the lesser works of Feanor are still great by our pitiful craftsmanship. I cannot even read all of the runes, and many of the required materials were not found outside of Aman. The stone I am currently using to amplify my silver wizard powers is from the book, the balrog stone wasn't in the book. There are a few others I am attemting, the book was actually writen after morgoth came to Aman, so there are all kinds of tips for tempering swords and stuff.

[Arathin]

Well thank you kindly for the offer King Eormer, and will definately one day stay in your land. For now though I would like to life in a land of people with my own lifestyle. Elessar and his people are the closest kin a Ranger can get at this time. Some of them are in fact Rangers. So I think I will settle down there a bit before staying in your fair land.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Good! Arathin, would you like a home in the village or a great room in Himring, the Castle? I would assure you that both would be comfortable, but the castle is still a bit unfinished, and the villages are still being built, most people are living in tents or half-finished buildings. I would love to be there to help them, but I am kind of buisy saving the world at the moment. :)

[Arathin]

I know that you're saving the world. I AM keeping you company, aren't I? I think a room in the palace, but only because I think that would remind me of Rivendell more. Don't you think? I'll send a message to my fellow Rangers to bring some good sturdy wood and building supplies to your people. At least that way we Rangers won't feel bad about dropping in on your people because we'll have done some of the work.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

yes, but you make it sound like i'm not a ranger too!

Anyways, everyone look here in the upcoming days, I might end up posting some stuff that supports claims in the RP forum, I shall have to see which way RP 20 goes, though.

[Arathin]

I am sorry. I wasn't trying to make it seem that you were not a ranger because you are. All your people are, but I had never been a ranger in the same lands as you and your people. I had never met any of them until resently. That was all I was trying to say. That I had not been a ranger with them. All my family is either dead or went alway to Gray Haven. I don't know if I will ever see any of them again. I haven't had a family since Aragorn Elessar and Arwen died. They were my last family link. Other than the rangers who accompany me. The descendants of Aragorn Elessar's Dunedain. They now look to me for leadership because I have the most right to rule them in their eyes. None of them have ever challanged my power, even though they can.

[Eomer Dinmention]

hmm so when is the Journey of the Wedding going to start

Where are you going to have you honey moon

[¤-Elessar-¤]

it is ok, I am sorry about your family, and I guess we are connected, however far off. (I am the Illigitamate Heir of Elessar I) So, is Wizdom your half-nephew? that sounds weird. Anyways, I think that Arathin could pick the location, as I basicly picked the wedding place.

[Arathin]

I don't know where to have the honey moon. Give me some time to think about that one. Ya Wizdom is my half-nephew. That does sound weird. Oh well.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

ok, everyone, here is another excerpt from my journies, it isn't my best one, but it is still fairly good---


We then sailed long and hard, searching for the most precious sight that a man of the lineage of the Faithful of Numenor could hope beyond hope to see. Later on that night we decided to set anchor, and I tried to make a meal as best I could for myself. That night, near to dawn, as if out of nowhere something rammed into the side of the boat, I went over and looked off of the railing. There below was a ornimate box, set with jewels, gold, and very fine wood. It seemed content there, floating amidst the waves, but my curiosity overwhelmed me and I had Ainar lower me down on a wooden platform, only for me to find the box far to heavy to lift from its watery paradise. I was raised back to the top, and went to get a pulley. I found one and attached it to both box and boat. I raised it and it made a great sound as it hit the deck of my boat. I looked at the box, and runes were on it. Adunaic Runes they were. They were in the highest of the Adunaic tounge and the ages of water made them faded and were nearly all lost, I could make out only two of the words: Treasure and Kings. I bent to the chest with a great pole, trying to budge the ancient steel and gold. For near to an hour I dove upon the box, my hope ever waning. When the sun came, blazing over the horizon, I saw before the ship, some hundred yards off, that which I had sought the night before. With a few quick turns I raised the anchor and we set off for the forlorn island. There was Meneltarma, or what was left of its summit. I jumped ship, swimming as fast as I could tward the summit. I gained the shore, coming up only to fall to my knees again, for the Hallow of Eru Iluvatar deserves the utmost respect and dignity. There, upon my knees, I prayed to Eru, creater of all things, for near to three hours. I finnal finished, and came to my feat, for the first time taking in the beauty of the place. I, once again, hit my knees, tears flowing openly from my eyes, for upon this summit had been placed a seedling of Ancalime, white tree of Numenor. Only it's skeletal remains were here, for it had died of greif, the drowning of Numenor had been it's last day. I saw a glimmer shine from the ground, as though a great secret lay hidden. I dug into the soft earth, uncovering a great golden key, one of the runes on it matched one of the unknown ones from the chest. I ran back to the water, turning once more and bowing to the sacred place. I swam back to the ship, my tired arms carrying me with a new purpose. Once aboard I slid the key carefully into the hole of the box. A small click proceeded and the lid opened slightly. I was surprised to see that the inside of the box had been kept dry, and I was met with a face full of dust. After the dust cleared I could see it's source, 'twas the remains of ancient documents, which were all now destroyed. The box was big, bigger than many great caskets I had seen kings buried in. There were cloth bags on the inside, four of them, each huge and bulky. The first I took and gingerly opened. Inside was a great bow, that was drawn of wood of the like I had never before seen. Upon it were Sindarian Runes, and I am better learned in them than of the lost Adunaic. These runes told of a great king, A king of one of the three houses of the Atani. The man had been Bregor, decendent of Beor and father of Barahir and Bregolas. I wraped it back in it's protective sack, not wanting to damage it, the thought not occuring to me that it had yet to be dammaged even durring battle and the downfall of Numenor. The second was smaller than the others, and I opened it to find a small, black book. The runes upon the cover were in Quenya, and they read- The Silmarillion- the account of the accursed war of the jewels. The signature of Turgon graced the cover, but the account was not finished by him, and under his name was the lovely signature of Elwing, who must have finished the book after the War of Wrath, after the simarils were set to their final resting places, and how it came to the hands of the kings of Numenore is not known by myself, and was not written in the book. I set it back into the case, and then picked up the next item. It was a great axe, it blazed in the sunlight, and was ready for open battle. It was indeed the great axe of Tuor, weilded last in the fall of Gondolin. I marveled at it for just a second, before returning it to its place in the box. The last of the parcils was wrapped in a great cloth. I held up a sword from the dust and knew it instantly, for a whisper of its existance had reached my ears. It was Aranruth, sword of Elu Thingol, husband of Melian the Maia, and lord of Beleiriand from his halls in Doraith. I took it and waved it in the air, only then remembering that it was my father and his brothers whom had killed Dior, grandson of the great king. With that thought I took the blade, and opened my arm. I ran it across the inside of my forearm, drawing the blood of the sons of feanor. And as it touched the blade other bloodspots glowed brighter because of it, for in truth this sword had shed far past its share of the line of Feanor, and was now in the hands of one of them. I took it and placed it into a scabbard that was also in the package, and thus setting it back into the case. I shut the great lid and slid (with the help of Ainar) the great chest to the stairwell and then to the lower decks. We set off once again, now turning our sights eastward, too my home and my friends. One stop only remained for us.

[Arathin]

That was very interesting. But some of the others will be confused about Ainar. I see how Ainar was a great help to you though. For I know of Ainar already, but the others will now be confused about Ainar.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

****, did I leave that part in there. Dang it! I was supposed to edit it out, oh well, maybe someone with some brains could figure it out...n/m, I seriously doubt it.

[Arathin]

I am the only one that you told. So I am the only one who knows about it at the moment, but you did leave that in.

*kisses him even in his foolly.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

there, the section about Ainar has been added to the first post, read it if you want to, but arguing over it will lead you nowhere.

[Arathin]

I had wondered how you had done that. Bravo! Bravo! You have now ****ed off half the forum. I think that must be a record for shortest time. Well done.

[Eomer Dinmention]

**** Ellesar why so long posts

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Yes, the long ones are the best ones! And I dont really think everyone is ****ed at me. I guess I will have to kiss all of their wives (again) if I want to make 'em angry again. It is funny, though, I expected some comments on the Ainar story, like some objections or something...oh well.

[Arathin]

I OBJECT!!!!!!!!!!


To that last statement about kissing everyone's wives. How would you feel if Ciryaher went around, and made out with me everytime he wanted to **** you off? You are not single anymore, Elessar. Do try to remember that, my love.:rolleyes:

[Ciryaher]

*laughs hysterically*

Wow...I've been used as an example...I'm touched!

Elessar, I must complain, however. Alas! perhaps you have forgotten that Gondolin was utterly ruined in the destruction of Beleriand as it sank beneath the waves. Only Himring remained of that ancient land because it was such a high place and very near to the Ered Luin.

BTW, did you change your first story? I do not remember it that way...

[¤-Elessar-¤]

what? I added a peice to it.

No, in one of my HoME books it mentions that there were many islands in the west, remains of Beleriand of old.

[Ciryaher]

*ruffles through his books looking for quotes*

In the Shaping of Middle Earth, CRT mentions only three places that were known to have remained above water after the wreckage of Beleriand: Himling, Tol Fuin (highest peak of the hills of Taur-Na-Fuin), and the stone of Morwen and Hurin.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

it is around those pages...it said something with indefinence... I dont have mine w/ me, it is in my locker. I will get it tomarrow...

[Arathin]

Elessar you didn't comment on my objection. You're welcome, Ciryaher.

DO NOT EVEN THINK OF DRAGGING ME INTO THIS AGRUMENT!!!!!!!

I have not yet read HoME, although I do own them. I have to read Jane Eyre for school, then Great Expectations first. Then, if you two are still arguing about this, (which I doubt you will be) I will get into this argument, but not before.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

whoops, I hadn't read that post, I didn't know it existed! LOL.
Well it would seem we are a little late to that one, I beleive I started a rucus in the silver dragon...oh well, it was a fun read, wasn't it!

[Arathin]

I am now uterly lost, dazed, and confused. Just the way I am at school. So my brain has now sighed off, even though I am still here in body. If I make no sence, please forgive this raving lunatic. For at the moment that is what I am. A raving lunatic with a store of Catholic uniforms.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Ok, I dont know if anyone even reads this thread anymore, but I really would like to know if any countries hold (or wouldn't be against holding) allegiance with Himling. I know that Arnor and Gondor do not, but I am unsure about Gabil-Dum, Rohan, the East with Mordor, Greenwood, and those are all of the countries I know of... please post.

[Ciryaher]

I won't make allegiance to you, but I will make peace with you. The way I see it, the more people on my side, the less chance I have of getting raped (don't take that the wronge way...) out of nowhere. Since I have secured extremely powerful alliances I can now pursue good diplomatic terms with the lesser lands of Arda.

[Arathin]

So you will not make ally with us, but you will make peace. Does that seem a bit more than pointless to anyone else or is it just me?

And there are people on this forum who would take that comment very wrong.

[Ciryaher]

You do not wish for peace, Lady of Himling? So be it. Your husband is digging his hole ever deeper, and I shall no longer attempt to extend my hand in friendship. Himling may wallow in its own refuse henceforth since you refuse the branch I offer.

[7doubles]

elessar!!!...of course you know this means WAR! i challange to you psycological warfare. you shall rue the day you crossed words with 7Doubles.

"the dead have spoken"

[Eomer Dinmention]

I'm not sure if your allie now.

In your post in Timelines and events i am not allud in Himring. Unless you have an explanation then for now i'm not your allie

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Ciryaher- Peace does not work between us, we are each quite too much for the other. And I should warn you not to count Himling among the lesser lands, such great knowledge I have here that has not been gathered in the last two ages of the world.

[Arathin]

Ciryaher-Quit putting words in my mouth. I never said I wanted war with you, but if you want war you shall have it.

That decree only pertained to Arnor and Gondor, when were words crosses with you,7doubles? I have no recallaection of anyone saying a thing to you. So just stay out of it.

[Kementari]

"WAR? ..huh? What is it good for? ABSOULTLY NOTHING!"
*coughs; looks up at the ceiling* ..sorry, couldn't help myself

I am not going to have anything to do with the this, Cir and Elessar are so pushy its useless..

[Ciryaher]

I do not want war with Himling because it is not worth the trouble of even mustering a single legion to crush it. Find some allies with large kingdoms and the desire to challenge me and my allies, and maybe I'll consider it. Until then, take my offer of peace and avoid any unpleasant consequences.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Alright, I wish no war. But do not think that I am helpless, you think you know much, but that is only much of the little that you are premitted to know...

[Arathin]

Cunfusius say, 'He who knows nothing, doubts nothing.'

You can all take that anyway you want to, but don't think that the way you take it is what I meant because you are probably wrong.

[Dain Ironfoot]

I, Dain of Gabil-dum, the Iron hills, white moutains, grey moutains, Leader of Freemen, and White wizard of the yellow wizards will be your allie through thick or thin...

[Arathin]

Himling greatly appretiates your alliance, Dain. Thank you. *bows*

[Eomer Dinmention]

OK Ellesar.

I will not be your ally if you are going against Cir. If ever there is a battle i will not be involved. Though If Mith supports you through this way then i will too.
But other wise. Rohan shall be your allie

[7doubles]

listen to them dark lords you offer them peace and still they plot against you. i beg you we must strike.

and dain ironhand i will not forget your name.

[Eomer Dinmention]

War is no way to settle things. You lose hundreds of men for something so stupid and useless

[7doubles]

your kind will never understand war. "war is war."

[Dain Ironfoot]

It's IronFOOT you baboon, and second, who wants war? not me. I do believe it would spicethings up a bit. but alas, 7doubles you arn't on the good side of a lot of people...

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Dain, you are a true friend, Now I only wish that you had coastline.

I will get right down to buisness. Ciryaher hyarmendacil has beseiged my small isle with ships of war. I am working on removing that with diplomacy, but it may not work. I have long feared a final stroke from Ciryaher and Mike B of Gondor.

And it would now seem that the White Council will not or can not help me in this, as they are closely tied with Arnor. I will say now that I will consider it a personal attack if the White Council was to make or help with war upon me and my people.

If I do get the blockade of Arnor removed than I will begin to trade with the southlands, and I will probable go to meet with Lord Dengen to discuss current matters.

Any problem that occurs in the forewritten document will be discussed.

[Dain Ironfoot]

I do, Ered luin. it is right beside Himling.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

I thought that the dwarves of and west of Moria were under the rule of...Telchar, that is it.

[Dain Ironfoot]

I thought that is was under rule of kit, thain of Shire.... I have asked her to rule it. If telchar does oun it I take back my last post.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

If it is under the rule of anyone I beleive it would be Luigigrond, who is governor of Lindon in Arnor. I have not seen Telchar post here, ever in my memory, and beleive that that is grounds for loosing his claim upon the land.

[Dain Ironfoot]

But kit rules the Shire. it is in the Shire.

[Kit Baggins]

I don't really want a war, but if we have to have one, I pledge alleigance to Elessar. If I rule Ered Luin, I hereby pass it on to Dain Ironfoot. If I don't, then who knows... .:shrugs:.

~Kit :)

[Dain Ironfoot]

thank you

[Arathin]

We should definately find out who rules Ered Luin. And soon.

Elessar where did Ciryaher say that Himling was blocked or did I just miss that. If it was in the Arnorian Senate I haven't got there yet today.

I think that we should make plannes in case of an attack by Ciryaher and Mike B., but let them have the first move on the battle field. If there is to be a war, which I don't really want, let them be to blame and not us.

[Dain Ironfoot]

I dont care what the white council says, but the yellow wizards are behind you!!!

[¤-Elessar-¤]

I can say with the upmost confidence that if the mountains in question are not under the rule of Telchar then they are under the rule of LuigiGrond.

[Dain Ironfoot]

fine............

[Ciryaher]

I have reduced my blockade to a monitoring force. Mithlond will soon be under a new governor.

[Dengen-Goroth]

Telchar rules the Blue Mountains.

[Arathin]

Well that is well, but what are they monitoring Cir. We have nothing that you could see on our ships. All of our things remain on the island. Which you are not allowed on.

[Mithrandir]

Originally posted by Dain Ironfoot
I dont care what the white council says, but the yellow wizards are behind you!!!
Excuse me Dain, but when di I give the rule of the Yellow Wizards back to you???

[Dain Ironfoot]

Hey, you said..... fine, you wanna do this mith??

[Arathin]

Did I miss something? I didn't know that Dain didn't control the Yellow Wizards anymore.

Ok don't even explain. It would take too long, and I don't have the patiance to listen.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Ok, here is another great twist in my life-


Friends, I have something that I think you all would like to know. My father was not of the Dunedian of the north, as I led you all to beleive. However, I am still of that line, which was carried on the side of my mother. My father found my mother on her journey northward, after she left the dwelling of the Druedian whom lived near the east of the Ered Nimras. My mother had stumbled upon my father whilst seeking shelter in a cave. She instantly fell for the elf, for he was tall dark and mysterious. There, in that dark cave, was I made. My mother awoke the next morning to find him gone, and she new not from where he had come, of what people he was of, or where he had went. She knew one thing only, his name. And she, being raised mostly by the wildmen, knew not of the Noldor, or of the war of the jewels, or of the tragic downfall of the mighty realms of the elves. For had she his name would had meant more to her than the father of her child, for his name was Maglor, second son of Feanor the great. He had condemmed himself to walk forever upon the lands of middle earth, and chance had landed him in that cave on that night. Thus are the great bloodlines of old enfused into one; The house of Olwe of Alqualonde, Thingol Greycloak, Beor the Old, Hador Lorindol, Feanor- Fire Spirit, and Fingolfin- greatest of elven kings of old. My mother eventually made it to the camp of the Dunadan of the north, which was also much of an accedent. She was tracking a deer when she stumbled upon their cozy little village. They could sense the bloodline in her, and eventually she married their leader, but she always kept my parentage a secret...always.... But now I choose it to be the right time to anounce it. Do with this information as you will.

[Arathin]

Yes! I can still be immortal. I can still be immortal. *dances around. suddenly stops and runs over to Elessar* We can be immortal together! *leaps into his arms and kisses him*

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar boards a ship in the harbour of Himling. He is fairly sore about the great robery that happened the last night. His great sword, Durist, his horse, Bill, and his great ship had all been stolen, the worst part was that his captains kept true to their story that the ship had been taken out by Elessar, himself. He was furious at the report, and declaired the captains crazed. He was bording a cargo ship that would take him south to Harad, from there he had plans to Visit Dain in Gabil-Dum. He and Arathin, who decided to accompany him, made it past the inspection posts, and down to Harad, once there He rode north, only to find that Dain had been gone from his home for a period of time and wasn't expected back soon. They left and went to Rhun, to see how the reconstruction of Rhunwain was coming, this was where Elessar first learned that his boat had been seen docked in A small port in Harad for a week or more, he set out at once to find the culprit, but he found himself waylaid on the journey by Nain and his companions....

-Back in Himling-
Elessar's appointed steward, Radhruin, looked out upon the sea, searching for the reported second and third fleets that had come back to his island, he cursed that Elessar, his good friend, had left at such a time. He had sent messengers out to the ships to ask why such a stroke had been aimed at the isle, and if they came to ignite war. Elessar had left the rather elderly man with one comfort, that was the great axe of Tuor, whom was partialy to blame for the existance of his line, the decendents of Numenor. He looked out, and wondered whether or not the captain of the flagship would even know why he had come back, or if his messengers would ever set foot upon the isle again.

[Arathin]

As Arathin and Elessar were journeying in search of Dain, she wondered briefly what was happening at Himling. Her consern for her and Elessar's people was great. She called for one of her pet hawks. This she sent with a message to report back to the captain of her people, who still remained slightly away from Elessar's. Her captain would be able to tell her what was happening because he was working along side with Elessar's captain. The message was merely, "Stay and report, Jameth." He would know what she wanted to hear about. She smiled slightly to herself, then the two of them came upon Nain and his companions.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Radhruin looked despondent after coming out of the council chambers of Himring. He had just taken orders from his lord, Elessar II. He had been instructed to play a risky trick on the ships that surrounded the isle. He went and ordered for 12 of the most vile looking men on Himling, and the best ale he could find. He less than a day to do both. He sighed to himself, knowing his task would take him to the Mangled Cat, a small, run-down bar on the outskirts of the harbour village which was affectionately called the Hole. There many of the sea-faring corsairs and pirates took abode, away from the law of Arnor which hunted them. He entered the musty old shack and immediately smelt the foul stench of mildew and fermenting fruits, for the Hole had a special (and cheep) drink that they made themselves, it wasn't quite as good as premium Gondorian Ale, but it had a kick that would wake a bear out of hibernation. He walked inside, disguised as a ordinary guardsman of the isle. He approached a table of people, which looked to be deserters of the Arnorian army. He made them an offer, work for one night, drink some ale, get paid, and wreak havoc on the ships of Arnor. Their reply was more than heartining to the steward. Radhruin took them back to Himring. There thier torn and tattered Arnorian Uniformes were mended, and they were taken to a crew of cargo shipers. Two of these there were, and they were armed with fifty barrels of prime Hole Juice. They set sail as soon as darkness enveloped the sea. The torches of the first ship were spotted by the second Arnorian fleet, and the first ship was pulled over for inspection. There, the appointed captain of the ship (wearing an Arnorian Uniform) told the men of the second fleet that he had been ordered to bring fine ale to the good men of the night watch. This let out a roar of approval, that was quickly scilenced by the man in the Arnorian uniform. He told them that if they awoke their sleeping captains they would take all the ale for themselves, and they sure didn't want that. The same took place on the third fleet with the same (or less) difficulty. The men were blasted and drunk by the juice from the hole, and didn't notice that the cargo ships were moving, and that theirs were too. In an hour or so the uniformed men told them that they could stay and celebrate no longer (the Arnorians knew not what was being celebrated, but didn't really care) They awoke from their drunken stupors the next night to find the island nowhere in sight, and that their anchors had been cut from the ships...they had drifted with the wind while they partied the night away. And worst of all, when the captains and admirals awoke they hadn't the slightest clue where they, or their ships, had come to...

Thus the second and third Arnorian fleets were no longer the beseigers of Himling, and the words of Elessar rang through the halls of lord Ciryaher in the morning, when news came from the first fleet of the dissapearing two.

[Arathin]

(Elessar you do realize that you are starting a very drastic war, love?)

Arathin was kept informed by Elessar and her hawks. They took to the sky with orders or reports almost constantly.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar bent over, sifting through the ruins of his once fine fortress. He looked up, the sky was blue, and there were no clouds in sight. He was sitting on his heals, and looking around at the sight. It seemed that Ciryaher had not yet found time to rebuild the entire island. He stood, and brushed the dust and dirt from his pants. He whistled, and bill trotted up beside him. Suddenly there was a murmur of voices on the other side of a slab of a wall. Elessar drew Durist, which had been recently replacing Anduril in his sheath. He crept up behind the wall, and waited for the men, as it sounded, to come arround the ruined wall. He jumped out and tackled the first man. To his surprise, he found his Childhood friend, Radhruin, who had also served as Steward of the Isle. He laughed, and stood, helping Elessar up. "Friend," he said, "what brings you back to this place?" "I have come," Elessar said, brushing dust off his pants again, "For the monster that I left here, I fear he will be needed soon." At this stiffened, and looked around nervously. "Yes, we came back a month or so after you left Rohan, For your new country. We decided to lend our hands at helping rebuild this place." At that statement Elessar looked around, and he saw all of his Kindred Dunedian standing there, in grey cloaks to protect themselves from the sprey of the waves that broke at the Isle's great cliffs. "Hello, All." Elessar said, a smile growing on his face. "It is very good to see you all again!" He greeted each one in turn, and he led them off to the place where he had made camp. That night, as they all sat around the fire, Radhruin brought up the topic of Elessar's being on the isle. Elessar stiffened, "Yes, I came here to fetch Ainar. For a long while the stone on my neck served as a warning, although it had no real backing without the fire spirit in it. I figured I would only be here for a matter of hours, but found myself lost in the rubble, and unable to find the place where my secret entrance to the caves below the isle was surely buried. Suddenly one of Elessar's kindred came out from the shadows, lighting a lamp. "Indeed, I am the one who kept the location for you, milord. I will show you there now." With that many of the company lit lamps, and set off tward the northwestern corner of the ruined fortress. There they came to a place that seemed just as ruined as the rest, but, after they all lifted a huge slap of mortar out of the way, a nearly blocked stairway was revealed." They made there way down, the blockage ending a yard or so underground. The lamps were turned up, and they made their way down. Soon a red light started to come from the path below, and heat began to rise. The sound of a hammer falling upon an anvil came also. They came at last to a great cavern. Hot springs bubbled in the back of the room, and there was molten, red rock flowing in streams that came from the walls. They made their way down a rock stair to the center of the room. There, in a pit below all that was happening above, stood Ainar, Gothmog reborn. Ainar was hammering upon his great anvil, making something so secret that none would know for years what it was. Ainar bowed low, and was still over thirty feet tall. He was a beacon of light in the darkness. The white fire of Manwe burned through and around him, stinging the darkness of the underworld he inhabited. Elessar turned away from Ainar, and undid the necklace from around his neck. He held it out, in his right hand, his left hand cupped over his heart. Ainar roared as the room began to spin, the monster was beginning to ebb away, as a new painting put under a small stream of water. And the slurred immage of Ainar began to fly tward the small red stone, and then the room was silent, and dark. The only light was that which came from the stone. The stone was still red, but now it emmited light. The light was not red, as one would expect, but was feircly white, and powerful enough to light up the entire cavern. Elessar pulled the necklace back over his neck, and the light extinguished. The lamps were lit, and they walked back to the surface. They came back to the surface, and a wagon was sitting there. It was full of mortar and dirt. They spilled the mortar into the entrance first, filling it to a yard below the surface. The final yard was made of dirt, dirt that had been gathered from the ruined places. A great slab was placed over the dirt, to let it become as the ground about it before it was discovered. They came back to their camp. They broke camp the next morning, and there headed for D-T-S.

[Arathin]

Well if they did, your plan will never work again.