RP 36: Redemption

[chrysophalax]

This will be a serious RPG and hopefully we'll be able to keep the
OOC's to a minimum. It was co-authored by chrysophalax, Maedhros, and
last but never least YayGollum.

We will be needing 2 more players, either Elves or Men at present
to travel with Maedhros. Keep your eyes open for "casting-calls" as
we progress and we'll be asking certain people to make cameo appearances from time-to-time. That being said, let's begin...

REDEMPTION #36
(preface)

I am Maedhros, son of Feanor, mightiest of the Noldor. Long was I in the Halls of Mandos grieving ever for my part in the Kinslaying and for one deed in particular of which I cannot speak.
Seeing that I truly repented of my Oath and suffered greatly, Manwe was moved to pity and coming before Mandos, he petitioned him for my release to set at naught the evil I had committed.
Being brought before him he said unto me, "Maedhros, Manwe hath brought before me thy pain and sorrow and in pity hath begged for thy release into the world that thou mayest right the grievous deed that eats at thine heart.
It is my will that thou shalt restore to their kinsmen those whom thou hst thought dead at the hands of thy brother's servants. Go thou therefore and find the sons of Dior, Elured and Elurin for indeed they still live.
Few will be thine allies and fearsome thy foes, but great shall be thy reward if thou dost succeed."
Great was my joy and a fire burned within me at these words, "I thank thee, Great Lord and vow before you to accomplish this task no matter the cost."
With a high heart I then departed for the ship that Manwe had ordered held in readiness...

[Snaga]

Eäritila was of the Teleri, and sailed a small white ship. Her heart yearned for the long voyage, and the open seas, and to see the Grey Havens of Cirdan but few now sailed that way.

But even amongst the Teleri she was counted fair, and she was not strong in build. And thus her father, who was descended from Olwe of Aqualonde spoke ever against her sailing, and bade her not to sail beyond sight of the Blessed Realm. Ever did she speak against this, but he would not be gainsaid, and so she hardened her heart. She resolved that, one day, she would go, whether he agreed or not. So in secret over the long years she learnt what she could from those elves who had walked in the wide lands of Middle Earth. And she learnt of the perils, and taught herself archery, and sword skills. And though she was slight of build, she was lithe and quick and could best many strong elf warriors.

There came a day when the herald of Manwe came to Aqualonde, saying 'Who amongst the Mariners is willing to sail unto Middle Earth?'

And the Teleri were eager to help, yet strange did this request seem to them. And Olwe their lord spoke saying: 'Who doth thou bid us to carry thence?'

The Herald said: 'Maedhros, son of Feanor. For he must put the evils of his House aright! For such purpose of penance has he been released from the Halls of Mandos!'

And Olwe spoke in anger: 'Yet what of the Kin-Slaying? How shall this be put aright? Never shall our ships carry the sons of Feanor, nor any of his House. So say I for all the Teleri. Not lightly do I go against the will of Manwe, yet to this will I hold.'

'So be it!' replied the herald and departed.

Yet as he did, Eäritila did approach him, saying softly: 'Let it not be said that all the Teleri withhold their ships. For I, Eäritila, will sail, yet my ship is but small. Not gladly will I carry this Noldorin lord, yet shall I do so for the chance of a long voyage.'

And the Herald replied saying: 'Manwe shall hear this.' And he departed.

So lately came Maedhros to the quays of Aqualonde, where Eäritila awaited.

[Maedhros]

Before I left the Halls, I went to seek my father for advice and he told me: "Son, in thou all the hope of our house shall rest. For this journey I perceive that thou shall need the sword called "Aerie", made by myself, which can harm any enemy and an armour of silvery mithril, made by your brother Curufin the crafty, that can stand heavy blows and very high temperatures. Alas, these two treasures of our house had been lost, find them before thou begin thy quest. My son, find also the jewel called "Oiosir" , which I made in my youth. It’s properties thou will learn once thou gain possesion of it."

"Go now to the hills in our house in Formenos , there in my forge room there are swords and armor which will serve thee in your road. A horn I made also, in times of need, it will cause great fears among thy enemies, and remember; strange folk thou shall meet in your journeys, but there will be allies in places when thou least expect. Good luck my son."

"I shall not fail thee". I said.
"I know thou won’t". Having said that he left.

I left the Halls and went straight to our house in Formenos, there in the forge room I found a suitable array of swords and armors. I took one of each and was ready to leave when I saw the emerald horn and a cloak. It was the most beautiful cloak I have ever seen. As I noted it’s texture I knew that it was made by my grandmother Míriel Serindë, for her hands were more skilled to fineness than any hands even among the Noldor. As I took the road of to the coasts of Elendë I met an elf waiting for me.

Hail my lady, I’m looking for an elf called Eäritila can thou tell me where I can find her, for I seek passage to the Havens of Middle Earth.

[Snaga]

'Indeed?' said the elf-maiden, laughing lightly. 'Then you have found her. But who are who?'

'My name is Maedhros. I am told that you have a ship that can carry me to the shores of Middle Earth.' he replied. Then he added doubtfully: 'If one so fair will risk this perillous crossing.'

'Canst thou swim the sundering seas, son of Feanor?' asked Eäritila. 'I have all the sea-craft of my people, and more. I can wield a sword at need too, for I have prepared for a journey such of this for all the long years of empty joy. There will be no other boat to take you, and you may be grateful for my small ship. For my people have never forgotten the deeds of your House, and if they see us leaving, then shall they pursue us I doubt not. But my ship will outrun them at need, for she is swift.'

So saying she led the way down to the Quays of Aqualonde. Dusk it was and the scarlet sunset turned the waters red, recalling fell deeds of ages past when Maedhros last trod this way. He drew his hood over his head and walked silently in anguish. But the grey elves of the great harbour hindered them not, as they sat singing gently under great lamps of crystal, and their singing seemed to find blissful harmony with the lapping of the waves against the stone of the port walls. There were moored many ships, white and tall and proud.

Past them all Eäritila led the way until they came to a small ship. White she was too as all the Teleri ships were, but with a design of a small silver bird, and in green letter was the name of that ship, Lintaiwë.

An elf approached them. 'Quick!' whispered Eäritila. 'Get onto the ship, and go below.' Maedhros made his way quickly, leaping onto the deck, and slipping through the small hatch.

'Greetings Eäritila!' cried the approaching elf.

'Well met, Artalassë!' replied Eäritila.

'What brings you to your ship so late. Surely it is time for making merry? And who was that who went aboard your ship?'

Thinking quickly, Eäritila replied with a wink: 'Tell not my father, for perhaps I am making merry in my own way! Just a short turn along the shores this evening, and time for some quiet talk.'

Artalassë laughed merrily, 'Your secret is safe, for now at least. I see you do not wish me to know who has the pleasure of your company. I shall look for such good fortune elsewhere! Good night!' And he continued on his way.

Eäritila let out a sigh of relief, and untied the moorings and boarded the ship. 'Stay below for now Maedhros,' she called softly. 'At least until we are far from the shore.'

Then she unfurled the green and silver sail, the ship passed like a glimmer out to sea.

[Maedhros]

As we were traversing the seas, I noticed her ship, made in the likeness of swans, with beaks and eyes of gold such as the ones we stole long ago, but of smaller stature. I felt the cool wind in my face and thought of how beautiful and calm were the coasts of Valinor; then it truly downed on me the our deeds in Alqualondë and in my heart my resolve hardened to see this quest through and bring peace back to my house.

We reached the Havens by morning and were greeted by Círdan the shipbuilder (He already knew of my quest for he was informed by a messenger of Valinor). He said: "Long is thy road and many perils thou will face, but thrust in thy inner strength and those whom thou will meet in thy way".

With that, I thank him and began to take my first steps toward my journey, I noticed that Eäritila stood with me still. I said to her: "Thank thee noble lady, I am forever in your debt, is there is anything that I can do for thee I shall".

[Snaga]

Eäritila spoke saying: 'My heart tells me thou shalt not accomplish thine tasks alone Maedhros. And now, in taking you thus far I am sundered from mine own people. Never shall I tarry in peace on the shores of Aqualonde, until thou hast cleansed the name of the House of Feanor. For only then shall the Lord of the Teleri see that this great issue may be put to rest. The debt is greater than you can afford.

'Therefore I shall go with you, wheresoever you shall go. Your task shall be my task. And I will not have peace until it is accomplished, nor yet shall I let you turn from it. Even my life I will give to its end, yet shall I say this too: your life too Maedhros, shall be forfeit to its completion. Turn aside, and I shall slay you for your treachery, yea and gladly knowing the ills you have done. This do I swear in the name of all the peoples of the Teleri, and in the name of Manwe, Lord of the Blessed Isle, and I hold all the Valar in witness. For such a terrible oath thou spoke once before, and so I take this one for the undoing of its evil.

'Let us go, whither this journey shall take us. In this you cannot gainsay me.'

[Maedhros]

I see that thou dost not comprehend all of the perils that lie ahead, yet if that is thy wish so be it. But know this: Thou shalt be under my protection, I will not wholly repair the evils of my house if in my attempt one of the fairest of the ladies of the Teleri is slain.

I shalt tell you my plans. First I plan to seek the former House of my brothers Curufin and Celegorn in ancient Himlad for in there in treasuries hidden deep in the earth, lies the best sword and armour ever devised by an elf. One was made by my father and the other by my brother Curufin. These, I shalt require in order to face the perils before me.

As we began our journey going east, I noticed that the lands had changed from my previous time in Middle Earth. One night, as we were walking I had the feeling that we were being followed. I had the sense that it was not evil so I let it get closer to us. As I perceived that the distance between our shadow follower was close enough, I muttered my challenge.

"Who art thee, and what dost thou want. Dost thou think that thou canst hid from someone who has seen the light of the trees. Speak now O Sindar Elf".

[Nildadari]

A lite chuckle whispered down from the trees.
"Tis curiousity, my Lord, that bids me follow you." Came a clear, musical voice. "The winds whisper to me of a warrior, a legend even, come to my shores."
There was a quiet thump as the Elf dropped lightly from the trees. She rose slowly her eyes never leaving him as she smiled slightly.
She was of average height, with a slight build. Her body was encased in gray leather and a black cloak whispered from her shoulders.
"Maedhros, son of Feanor." she breathed, an air of awe invading her tone. "Long have I hoped we would one day meet." she stared at him for a long silent moment, and then grinned. "Nildadari at your service, Milord. How may I serve you?"

[Maedhros]

At my service thou sayest. Dost thee even knows what that means. We are beginning a difficult journey, which will be a long perilous one. To join us, would mean imminent danger and risk. I would bid you leave us and return to your home.
But as I see this land, I notice that much has changed since I last was here. We seek my brother’s Curufin and Celegorn household, which in my time was called Himland.

Will thou show us the way so that we can begin our quest. I have much to atone for and I am eager to regain these treasures of my house. I can find my way once I have a direction to follow. Then return to your home so that my heart can rest at peace knowing that such a noble lady as thee Nildadari is safe from harm.

[Nildadari]

Nildadari waves a dismissive hand.
"Battles I have seen, battles I have fought and won, countless time throughout my life. Something of a rebel I suppose you could call me, I walk these lands alone. And I can see it has been too many years since you have walked my shores, for the land you seek no longer exists. Deep below the tides does Himland now lie, would be a feat indeed to travel there."
Nildadari put a finger to her lips in a "shushing" guesture and grinned.
"But I will tell you this, I am without a doubt the best guide in this land that you could hope to meet, though not many know it for I choose not to lead idiots about my land. But for you My Lord I do believe I would be honored to guide you wherever you need go."
She reached behind her back, with a wicked grin, and pulled out a pair of short swords.
"Danger you speak of, grave battles and long journeys across my land. You bid me not to join you and I laugh. Will you find your way without me? What do you seek in Himland, Maedhros? Treasure? Weapons perhaps? Or glory? None of that will you find there now, but I may know where you can find these things. Maybe your companion knows of these things that I speak, though I doubt it. I do not know her, nor does she know my lands." She grinned again and turned away. "But what do I know?" Nildadari shrugged slightly.

[chrysophalax]

A silver dragon circled lazily in the sky far overhead. He saw below
him a small band of people and, his natural curiosity being what it was, he flew to nearby hill-top to watch their approach.

As they came nearer, talking amongst themselves, something stirred in his ancient memory. The tall Elf who walked with them, he seemed somehow familiar, something in his bearing perhaps...he strained his ears to hear what they were saying but to no avail. He crouched lower
knowing how the sun tended to reflect off his scales.

"What is it about these Elves that stirs my memory? There is no one
save Old Cirdan who lives here,therefore why would they come to THIS
deserted place?" He narrowed his eyes in sudden suspicion. "Could they
somehow have found my resting place? Are they warriors in search of dragons to slay? At last! Something to lessen the boredom of this life
in Middle Earth! Ah! This recalls to me great battles that my sire led us on in the West." He watched their approach with relish. "Come ahead
Elves! Too long has it been since I dined on such sweet flesh!"

[Maedhros]

"If that is your wish, then be our guide Nildadari."

"I seek the ancient treasures of my house, a sword made by Fëanor my father and an armour made by my brother Curufin. I will need those in order to fufill my quest and find Eluréd and Elurín, who were seized by the cruel servants of Celegorm and left them to starve in the woods of Doriath. I searched for them long in the woods but it was unavailing and their unknown fate eats at my heart."

As we were ready to depart, I had a feeling of strange dread. It has been a long time since I have felt that way. The last time was in the battle of Nirnaeth Arnoediad, when we faced orcs, balrogs and dragons. Yes, that must be it, then I looked into the sky an I saw in the distance a winged creature, that could only be a dragon. For a moment it seemed to me that our eyes locked and I knew that this was not a chance encounter.
Lead the way, Nildadari.

[Nildadari]

Nildadari grinned broadly.
"I shall not fail you, My Lord. Come, I know where to find what you seek. Tis a few days journey but it will not be hard."

As we began to move onward I noticed Maedhros had fallen very silent, he seemed distracted as if watching something from the corner of his eye. I scanned our surroundings with my own keen senses but could detect nothing unusual. I shrugged and continued on, though I did keep my swords clear in their scabbards.
After several long moments I tried to strike up a conversation.

"Do tell me, My Lord, more about this quest that brings you to my shores. I should like to be able to assist you as best I can."

[Snaga]

'Well met, Nildadari. I too am companion of Maedhros in this task. Eäritila of Acqualonde is my name. Great joy does it bring me to meet at last one of my kindred that tarried in Middle Earth and came not West. You must tell me of these wide lands, for I have longed to see them through unending years.'

Then she shivered, with a fear that was little known to her. Not since the host of Ar-Pharazoan had sailed had she felt dread. Then she knew that the safety of the Blessed Land was truly behind her. She trembled. With excitement and fear together.

She whispered: 'Something perilous watches. Don't you feel its malice?'

She fitted an arrow to her bow, staring about her.

[Maedhros]

As Nildadari explained to me, we were heading north toward Ered Luin, also known as the Blue Montains. She thinks therein we shall find clues about the ancient treasure of my house in ME. We needed to cross the river Lune to reach our destination. When we were walking we always took the same formation, Nildadari in front, followed by Eäritila and me in the back. I chose these formation because I fear that something will happen to Eäritila. As we walked, I often told them stories of my former life. When Middle Earth was not yet populated and we went with Oromë into the woods of ME to hunt the creatures of Morgoth.

As we camped one night, we were eating some lembas that Nildadari provided, I noticed a strange noise and so did my companions. We were attacked by a band of men, they had strange paintings in their bodies. Nildadari dispatched 2 with her bow, I slew 3 with my sword and as I tried to help Eäritila, she killed the one that assaulted her. These strangers, seeing how we killed 6 of their own dispatched so quickly, they left us. Strange I thought, there was something in these men that I could pierce with my eyes. Yes they were afraid of us, but I caught a glimpse of something more.

I asked both of them if they were all right. They nodded. I cheered Eäritila, saying "you have proven yourself in battle, you are a warrior now." "In two days, we will have reached our destination, what do you say Nildadari?"

[chrysophalax]

Magnus watched the engagement with interest from atop his vantage point. These Elves could fight! And well! He narrowed his eyes in thought and suddenly it came to him....Maedhros! Incredible! But how?
It had to be though for he had seen him in action before,long ago.

He growled deeply in anticipation. It had been many years since anyone had dared come near this particular lair and the fact that his ancient foe was walking into his claws caused him to snarl evilly.

Seeing the Men running across the fields, he felt a surge of blood-lust flow through his veins. Like a silver avalanche he hurtled off the mountain and roaring loudly he flew into the Men,scattering them like chaff. Magnus savagely ripped them to pieces.

As he gulped down several large chunks he thought, "Behold your enemy Maedhros! Turn not from your path, for it will delight me greatly to destroy you!"

[Nildadari]

Nildadari suddenly stopped short and put up a hand in a silencing motion. She ****ed her head to the side listening intently. It had been nearly a day and a half since their run-in with the strange painted attackers, and they now stood at the base of a great moutains. In the distance large carved stone chunks could be seen dotting the landscape, remnants, ruins of a once grand location.

Maedhros stepped closer to her, his eyes searching their surroundings. He glanced at Nildadari who again motioned for complete silence.
Finally she spoke.
"Did you hear that?" She asked in a whisper.
Maedhros nodded grimly.
"Screaming." Earitila whispered simply.
Nildadari nodded.
"Aye, much pain." She shook her head sadly and looked back at Maedhros. "We must be cautious, someone or something has taken care of the rest of the strangers who attacked us. It did not sound pleasant."
Maedhros simply nodded, the image of the huge beast he had glimpsed flying overhead days before haunted him still.

Nildadari beckoned to them.
"Come. We leave the path, it would be safer I think to keep completely concealed till we are able to determine what is following us."
She slipped into the trees without and sound.

[Snaga]

Eäritila followed soundlessly. She knew they were nearing the land of the dwarves of old. Dwarves! She had never met one before. Unlovely grasping creatures she had heard, yet great craftsmen. But no friends of elves. She recalled the tale of the sacking of Doriath.

The smell of the sea breezes through the lush damp lands filled her senses, but she treaded warily now. The threat in her mind grew ever more powerfully as she followed Nildadari. Maedhros was close behind. She felt his presence, and at times his restless thoughts.

Suddenly Nildadari stopped, staring. They saw what seemed a stone block by the path ahead, and it was shaped like a statue of a short bearded man, sitting with an axe in front of him, grey in face and beard and mail. A likeness of one of the Naugrim! Eäritila thought. She started to go towards it.

Nildadari looked at her with a warning in her eyes. 'He breathes!' she said, her voice barely a whisper in the grass.

[Maedhros]

I advanced quickly towards the dwarf. I went quickly to see if I could save him, but he told me that his time had come. His name was Thronin, descendant of Durin of Old and ruler of a forgotten realm. When he saw me, he told me that he was waiting for me, as was said to him in a prophecy.

It was told that when all hope was lost, an elf with fire in his eyes and one hand would come and regain the jewel of our kindom, the Oiosir, which will help cleanse of lands of the evil dragon Magnus. When I began to question him about this prophecy, he told me that it was told to him by a man in blue robes, wise beyond years.

He looked in my eyes and saw my confusion and said: "He was your friend". With that, he died in my arms and I was resolute to carry on. I found in a bag of his a scroll containing a map of the Mountain and the history of his people.

[Nildadari]

"Dragons!" Nildadari hissed through clenched teeth. "That must be what disposed of our foes, only a Dragon could cause such destruction!"
I clenched my swords tighter and glanced around uneasily. There was an odd scent on the wind and the air seemed to have gone foul. I looked to Earitila and saw her gripping her weapons anxiously as well, the only one among us that seemed at ease with the present situation was Maedhros. He stood tall, his eyes fixed on something yet unseen to Earitila and I, his expression calm, but set with deadly certainty. I moved to stand beside him, transfixed by his composure, my eyes followed his to see what he saw.....and I froze with a gasp.
"What?!" Earitila asked in an urgent whisper, and I could only voice one word....

"Magnus."

[chrysophalax]

A deafening roar issued from Magnus' gaping jaws and the Elves felt the fell chill of horror as the massive creature bent his eyes upon them. He crept nearer, causing boulders to plummet toward the companions.
He fixed Maedhros with his gaze and strove with him to discover his purpose, his intent for entering HIS territory. Maedhros proved too great in will for him however and he growled angrily. Earitila stood near to Maedhros and defiantly looked him in the eye. Impatiently he
dismissed her and then he cast his gaze on Nildadari. He rumbled low in his chest for here was one who had not the ancient blood of the Noldor, here was one he could use.
Wishing to appear as bold as her companions, Nildadari rashly returned the creatures gaze. He caught and held her, transfixed, and he began to speak..."Brave She-Elf, how is it that one of the Sindar should find herself this far West? Tell me young one, is it glory you seek? To prove yourself worthy in your peoples' eyes that you come looking for arms contained in my hoard?
Come closer warrior, for I see the light of battle in your eyes and
the stubbornness of character that drove you away from those dear to you in order to seek your destiny."
He began retreating up the slope never taking his eyes from hers. She followed, unable to resist.
As Magnus moved Maedhros saw a sudden flash of light in the dragon's chest. He gasped aloud and Magnus glanced at him piercingly.
In that moment Maedhros' thoughts were unguarded and the dragon "smiled" a smile full of cruel malice. "You like my favorite jewel, my ancient enemy? Look well! The only way you shall ever obtain it would be through my rather unlikely death!"
He looked again at Nildadari and drew forth two names from her mind, Elured and Elurin, and the fact that these two were dear to Maedhros.
In his evil heart he conceived a plan to thwart Maedhros in his journey. One that would cause him great pain...

[Snaga]

Earentila watched full of dread as Nildadari walked as one transfixed.

'Don't look!' she cried. 'Nildadari, don't look at him!' But it was no use. She followed the dragon without responding, or making any sign of hearing. Already they were some distance away.

Earentila shook with fear, and berated herself. 'You must do something. You must!' But for a moment she could not bring herself to move. Then remembering her oath to Maedhros, she roused herself. 'I will not fail, not yet.'

She sprang to life, and gave chase. She ran, with feet as swift as the wind. Like a blur she seemed to Maedhros as she sped past. Magnus, his baleful gaze bent on Nildadari saw her not, as she leaped and swung on the bare branch of a withered tree. High she arced, and tumbling, landed lighted upon Magnus' neck. She whipped off her cloak, and threw it over the head of the dragon.

The dragon roared with rage, suddenly blinded, his gaze broken. Earentila clung on, as Magnus swung his head about trying to dislodge the cloak, and trying to loosen her grip.

Nildadari stood blinking, wondering where she was.

[Maedhros]

As I saw Eäritila cling on to Magnus head, I drew a knife of mine and threw it the mouth of the dragon. It made Magnus scream and gave Eäritila the time to get off Magnus as I moved Nildadari out of danger.

Magnus, finally able to see without Eäritila’s cloak, tried to go after her, but when he saw me he stopped. I cried: "Magnus, your quarrel is with me, now thou shalt taste defeat at my hands. I remember in our last battle in Nirnaeth Arnoediad, how you fled after I injured your belly with my spear."

Good, I thought to myself, Magnus has forgotten about Nidadari and Eäritila, just as I hoped. I drew my sword and there Magnus was with his eyes red with anger and ready to strike. My fellow elves managed to get behind Magnus and they shot their arrows at their tail, that gave me the opening I was looking and I went forward and avoided his left paw and cleaved my sword to his right chest area with my sword. He swated me with his right paw, I nearly avoided all, but was caught in my right arm and went down. I never took my eyes of the dragon, it was wounded and screamed........

[chrysophalax]

Snarling in his rage, Magnus pinned Maedhros to the ground with his massive claws. Bringing his head down he glared at Maedhros, fouling the air with his fetid breath. "So, Elf-Lord. It appears that you have claws of own! Think you that you can bring me to heel so easily?" He extended needle-sharp claws that began slowly piercing into Maedhros' leather-clad chest.
Nildadari, having recovered and covered herself with her elven-cloak, had escaped further notice by Magnus. She and Earentila crept closer, hoping to find a vulnerable spot.
"If you wish him dead, come closer." Magnus growled. Bringing his dripping jaws closer to Maedhros' face, he said, "Heed my words. I know the ones you seek and I know who guards them. You have intruded where you have no business, therefore I will consider it a privilege to find and kill these kinsmen, to repay you for the brethren I have lost." He gloated in his wicked heart as he saw the effect his cruel lies had on the Elf-Lord.
Flinging himself into the air, Magnus roared loudly and began winging his way into the East.

[Snaga]

Earentila sprang to her feet, and fitted an arrow to her bow. Quickly she took aim, and fired fruitlessly at the departing dragon, now only small in the distant skies. Far too far for any mortal shot, yet swiftly sped the arrow after its mark. And lo! a marvellous shot it was, striking Magnus in the upper thigh of her rear leg. Magnus roared with rage, shaking the clouds, but flew on. Revenge could wait, and such a wound would soon heal.

Then she scrambled to the side of Maedhros, to tend his wounds. She had some skill as a healer, though she was not known as a great healer amongst her people. For those who had lived all their lives in the Blessed Land seldom took hurt or sickness, and so took little heed of such matters. Earentila though had learnt what she could, knowing in Middle Earth, such skills might be needed.

She tenderly bandaged his arm. 'How is your chest? Did your armor stop his claws?' But all the time she was aware of Nildadari, still staring after the dragon, dazed and listless.

[Nildadari]

Nildadari shook her head which still seemed fuzzy from the Dragon's intrusion. She spoke in a soft, quiet voice.
"I feel so shamed."
She turned her eyes to rest first on Earentila, then slowly on Maedhros. He lay on the ground bleeding slightly from the Dragon inflicted wounds that Earentila gently tended too.
Then she looked away off into the distance after the Dragon. Never had anyone or anything left her so helpless, so useless to those she had fought with or guarded. Her shame began to turn to anger and she cursed under her breath. Such a violation could not be tolerated, she would have that cursed Dragon's scales upon her wall for a trophy.
She glanced back toward Maedhros and once again the shame hit her. Maedhros the great warrior. He probably thought her an infant child incapable of defending herself let alone protecting him on his quest, or even helping him. She scoffed at herself and then went quickly to kneel before Maedhros, her head bowed low in shame.
"Forgive me My Lord." She spoke softly. "I have failed you. I am not worthy to attempt to lend my aid to your quest. Please tell me what you wish me to do, and I shall do it. Do you wish me to leave you? I shall do so with all haste if that is your wish. I should be made to live with me shame."
Nildadari gulped her shame and waited silently on bended knee for Maedhros's reply.

[Snaga]

But Earentila put her arm around Nildadari's shoulders and gave her a hug. 'Do not be ashamed!' she said gently. 'For many have been bedazzled by the cunning glance of a dragon. Keep your pride. For we are still alive, and Maedhros' hurts will heal quickly. I have greater fear for what thoughts and doubts have been placed in our mind by the words of that worm. Heed them not!'

[Nildadari]

Nildadari nodded weakly, the kind words from Earentila seemed sincere but at the same time they lacked the approval that she needed, the forgiveness even. True she had failed them both, but she looked more to Maedhros for forgiveness of her weakness before their foe, would forgiveness come from this stern warrior, or would reproach fall from his lips. The mere thought made her queasy and she simply waited silently. He would speak soon enough, but would he say the words she needed to hear....

[Maedhros]

I clenched my sword with my hand and I remembered the pain, I had not felt such pain since my torment in Thangorodrim. I see the tormented eyes of Nildadari, who thinks that she has failed me. Wonder not, Sindar elf, the gaze of a Dragon is something very powerful, thou are not the only one who failed. Magnus my foe has seen through me the objective of my quest and now plans as to how destroy my hope for peace.

My wounds will heal, such as they once did, and with the help of Eäritila . Magnus does not want to kill me just yet, he wants to make me suffer. You have proven yourself a magnificent guide and will be honored to have you accompany me in this quest. You will be able to resist his gaze next time Nildadari.

Look, Belegost is before us. I wonder if I will find what I seek there.

[Snaga]

'What of that map?' asked Earentila. 'Is that of some use to us perhaps? Or shall we just make our way to the gates?'

[Snaga]

'Some of her kin, perhaps?' said Eäritila to Maedhros. 'Well, now I have seen a dwarf hall and a dragon lair. The legends of the great wealth of dragons, sitting idly on their hordes are not true then? I saw weapons and the like, but no pile of gold. Or mayhap this dragon has suffered ill fortune!'

Eäritila was feeling high-spirited again. The light of Valinor was still bright in her eyes, and despite all she had seen, she was not dismayed. Indeed, such things were like a living dream to her.

[Maedhros]

No my dear Eäritila. You see, there is no gold because this dragon, if I remember correctly has different lairs. This, by the map that i was given, is only a small part of her territory.

We should be wary of Nildadari's kin, they will not like me if they knew who I was.

[Snaga]

'I see.' replied Eäritila thoughtfully. 'Then I will talk to them and see what they are about. Doubtless they will welcome me, a daughter of the Teleri. Wait here!'

And with a wink and a smile, she sprang lightly down the hill towards them.

[Zale]

As soon as he saw Nildadari, Caimarë started running towards her. When they met he caught her in a bone-crushing hug. "Nil! How good it is to see you at last, my sister! What have you been doing all these years?" Before their joyous reuinion could get any further, the rest of Nildadari's party arrived. Upon seeing Maedhros, Caimarë's grin faded into an expression of awe and wonder. He dropped to one knee, head bowed. He had not seen Maedhros for over an Age and during that time many tales of the Noldo's herioc deeds had fallen upon his ears. However, he had not ignored Maedhros' darker side, and the Oath of Fëanor was not forgotten. There was a slight tremble in his voice as he announced, "My Lord. I place my sword at your command. May I enter your service?"

Nildadari stepped back to look at her brother. It was long indeed since they had last seen each other, and she was eager to see how he had changed.
The sword in question hung upon Caimarë's back. It was plain and unadorned, apart from a single saphire set in the pommel. The hilt was bound in soft green leather. It was the only weapon he carried. He was dressed in comfortable but practical travel clothes, with a studded leather jacket over the top. His unusually fair hair was gently disturbed by the breeze; it spoke of Vanyarin somewhere in his ancestry. It was a rare thing; none of his siblings nor his parents shared it.

Maedhros placed his hand on Caimarë's shoulder and raised him to his feet. "Gladly indeed do I accept thy service; I have need of all that I can, and if your sister Nildadari and you are in any way similar beside your looks, then your aid will be useful beyond measure". Maedhros then turned to the other Elves that had during this time stood silent.

[chrysophalax]

Nildadari looked upon her brother with shining eyes, glad of the reception he had received from Maedhros. As twins they had always shared an unbreakable bond and leaving him to go adventuring had been
painful. Her joy turned suddenly sour as she saw who accompanied him.
her sister and Hurugurth her despicable bodyguard. She nodded woodenly to her sister and retreated to Maedhros' side, glaring at them from under a dark fall of hair.

[Zale]

Caimarë's smile faded as he saw his sister's reaction to the other Elves. In an attempt to keep the moment joyous, he said, "Come now Nil, it is a long time since you last saw our sister. Surely you can put your grudges aside?" He then turned to Maedhros, bowing low before speaking. "My Lord, where are we bound?"
He spoke again to Nildadari, a quick grin flashing across his face. "Though I must admit that travelling with them was at times painful. Conversation was sparse and dismal at best". This earned him a scowl from his sister, and a menacing look from her bodyguard.

[EverEve]

Eve, who had been only partially visible due to shadows, came into the full light. Her face was set sternly as she faced her sister. "Nildadari," she said, her voice hard with a hint of coldness."We meet again, I see." Her gaze turned to Maedhros, and her eyes darkened and sparkled with anger immediatley. She turned to Hurugurth, who did not look any happier than she. With a swipe of her hand, she pushed back her hair, and her mail shirt gleamed. On her back was a bow with arrows, and her great sword Vulcan, hung menacingly on her hip. Dressed in deep brown with a green cape, she was hard to see if you weren't looking for her. Strengthened by a life of adventures in the wild, you did want her anger to be turned upon you. Her voice still hard, she said, "I request to join you, if only to keep Nildadari in line."

[Snaga]

Unnoticed, Eäritila watched this whole exchange warily. She gave no sign, but sized up the brutish looking one. He would be no match for her!

But when yet another newcomer came from the shadows she fitted an arrow to her bow with hands that moved faster than the wind. It was pointing at Eve's throat in an instant. 'Who are you that springs from the twilight? What is it to you who we are or where we go? Move not! But speak swiftly!'

[chrysophalax]

"Wait!" cried Nildadari flinging up her hand "This is our sister, Eve." Turning to her sister she glared at her and approached her menacingly. "I am allied to Maedhros, sister and there is little you can do to prevent me." She looked with contempt at Hurugurth who stood at Eve's side, his arms folded across his chest.

"I see you still have this ....person with you, sister dear." She spat at his feet and stood her ground before him.

[EverEve]

Smiling slightly but her eyes flashing dangerously, Eve pushed the arrow away from her throat. "I would watch the way you speak, but if you must know, I am Eve, sister of your companion Nildadari. What matters to me is that my sister learns to control herself, for it could matter more deeply than you know that she does this." As she said this, her hand drifted slowly down to the silver hilt of her sword. Her fingers wrapped around the black leather on its handle, but she did not draw it. For now, at least, she held back from that.

[Snaga]

Eäritila lowered her bow, and replaced the arrow in her quiver.

'Then it seems all is well.' she said evenly. 'Well met, Eve. I am Eäritila of Acqualondë.' And she extended her hand in friendship.

'Forgive me this hostility. For in this land we have been assailed by wild men and fell beasts out of legend. Trust wears thin!'

[Zale]

Caimarë came forward. He took Eäritila's hand after his sister had done so. "Well met, Eäritila. I do not doubt that had we been enemies, I would now be at your feet. Maedhros could not wish for a better guard." He then turned towards his siblings. "Now that we have all made peace", and he gestured at his two sisters, "Should we resume our quest?" He turned to Maedhros, ever respectful. "What is your destination? It is long indeed since I have been in this part of the world, and the very land has changed."

[Maedhros]

Our destination is east. Magnus the dragon knows of our quest and is now thinking of how to rob me of my chance at success. Well met all of you. Before you go with us, there is something I have to tell you. The quest will only be more difficult from now on. A dragon is our main adversary and he seeks revenge. To follow me, is to invoke the wrath of a dragon. Do you still wish to go?

[Talierin]

OOC: Oops, I really messed this up... I hope I've fixed it right...:eek: If not, I deeply apologize.

snaga1
'Strange fate pursues your quest already, son of Feanor,' said Eäritila, sheathing the sword she had half-drawn as Herugurth had drawn his.

'Whoever he was, mighty or not, I will uphold my oath to you. But what of you others? What is your answer? Or perhaps you need to understand better our path?'

Zale
As Herugurth drew his sword, Caimarë whipped out his blade and leaped at him. He stopped immediately when Herugurth seized Maedhros; there was nothing he could do except hope for mercy from the treacherous Elf - a slim chance indeed, it seemed.
Once Herugurth had ridded off, he turned once again to Maedhros. "Shall we not pursue the traitor? He deserves death at best for treating you so. I would kill him yourself at your command". He faltered, and continued, "Alas! You claim he is a foe beyond any of us. Perhaps it would be best to continue our original course, eastward to Greenwood the Great".

snaga1
At this Eäritila climbed up a small hillock and looked out with far-seeing eyes, that discerned a sparrow from a wren on the far horizon.

'Nay!' she called. 'Nothing flies in the air but birds, and small insects for miles around us. 'Tis but a shadow of dread that clouds our counsels.'

Then she sprang down, and looked at them all. 'More deadly to us is this dissension amongst us. You must put it aside, or leave us. I feel this in my heart: it will bring ruin upon us all. I care little for the matters that lie between you.
For I have put aside the Kin-slaying to aid Maedhros in his quest. Not lightly do I do it, and if this task fails, then my life is forfeit and my name will be accursed amongst my people. Against the sundering of the houses of the Eldar, whatever disputes you may have between you count for little. So I bid you kin of Nildadari: you must decide if your disputes matter more to you than our quest. For if it is so you have no place amongst us.'

And then she spoke to Maedhros. 'To go eastwards, for a time we have no need of a guide. For I have learnt somewhat of this land from those who sailed into the West. Here not far before us lie the Tower Hills, and upon it you may discern the Towers of lamented Gil-Galad, your kinsman. From there it is said runs a great road eastwards to Imladris where Elrond Half-Elven, son of Earendil, and greatest loremasters of Middle Earth yet dwells. For this at least we need no guide. Let Nildadari's kin come or tarry as they will. Our road is clear.'

Evereve
"I wish not to stay, nor to flee. This is not a desicion that I must make," Eve replied firmly. She shuddered as she began to feel the dragon's presence in her heart and mind.

Grond
"I like neither your advice nor the company you keep," said Herugurth, gazing at Maedhros. "But my duty is to protect fair Eve and where she goes, Good Herugurth will follow. But I say to all of you to WATCH YOUR BACKS, when dealing with yon elf. He may say he seeks redemption but I have seen how the kinsman of Feanor dipsense justice, and it is none to my liking."

Herugurth stalks off, dragging Eve with him towards his horse.

(Hope this is okay... my first post in a role-play. )

chrysophalax
In great anger Nildadair cried out, "Great fool! Where do you think you will go in this land? We must stay together if we are to fulfill Maedhros' quest!" She strode over to them and stood toe-to-toe with Herugurth. "Answer me! Your brooding I will countenance no longer!"

Grond
Herugurth bows to the fair Elf-maid. "I but am readying my charge to depart with you and your party! I offer my services to you since it seems she will have naught to do with my good advice," he stated cooly while gazing at Eve. "But I will keep an eye both in the air and on the ground!" he muttered, glancing in Maedhros' direction.

"And have a care whom you challenge. We need no dessention in the party. Enemies are near enough, without us seeking to kill one another!" he shouted.

[EverEve]

"I still wish to go. Only Eru knows how long its been since I've seen some real action. Orcs just aren't a challenge anymore," she said with a smile. Inside she resolved to be at least close to civil towards Nildadari most of the time, but she didnt know if she would be able to hold her tongue, and hand at that matter, toward Maedhros.

[Nildadari]

Nildadari threw her hands up and blasted a sigh.
"Enough!" She declared, "Of all of this! The day wears on and we have need to make camp." She cast a glance back toward the mountain remembering her ill fated interaction with the great dragon and added.
"Preferably somewhere safe from dragons."
She cast a withering glance toward her sister.
"I have had enough with the bickering for this eve, from everyone!" She cursed under her breath. "So pointless it pains the ears."
Nildadari turned and took her brother by the arm turning him with her toward the woods.
"Come brother, I should like to speak with you at length, hear of your travels, and I daresay share a warm meal." She looked back over her shoulder at Meadhros and Eartila. "Come My Lord, if it please you I shall find us camp for the eve."
She started off toward the woods and silently Caimare tugged at her sleeve. Nildadari sighed softly and added.
"The rest of you should come as well, better safe together than apart I should imagine."

[Maedhros]

I waited for them all to finish their talk. I smiled. Are thou finished. I don't care whether you like me or not. I have a quest and the honor of my house rest on it. I will forget the drawing of a sword this time Herugurth, for I'm part guilty in the Slaying of Alqualonde, but don't try me again, because I have not forgotten my torment in Thangorodrim nor those who followed Morgoth.
Now come, all of you, we are but just beginning the true quest. As I began to walk fowards, I looked at Herugurth and Eve with a smile and said: "Besides, it will take more than the likes of you to best me."
With that, I put my cloak, and the second part of the quest began.

[chrysophalax]

Keeping a wary eye on Maedhros, Herugurth took his horses's reins and walked beside Eve. To no one in particular he said, "Who among you knows the territory in this part of the world? As Nildadari has said, we should make camp ere the sun sets and unless you have provisions for all, Caimare and I may have to hunt. What say you?"

[Zale]

Caimarë gave Herugurth a puzzled glance. "What makes you think that my sister cannot hunt? Or Eäritila, or Eve? We are all equals in this camp. You are right, though, it may well be that we have to gather more food; my small party and I were not without supplies, but I would prefer to save lembas for more pressing times, in less inviting and bountiful surroundings." Silently, he added, "Maedhros would not fight against you alone; he now has my sword as well as his own". He did not voice these thoughts but they were ever in his mind.

[EverEve]

Eve sensed the tension in the group, and in her heart knew that she was losing even more trust from her kin. Looking towards Herugurth, and her heart lightened to see his friendly face. 'At least there was one person I can count on,' she thought to her self. 'Even if he isnt my own kin.'

[chrysophalax]

Herugurth narrowed his eyes at Caimare. "Young whelp! Who are you to speak to me thus?" he thought grimly.
The party approached a rocky out-cropping which might offer partial concealment. Herugurth turned to Maedhros and said, "By your leave,
My Lord . I propose that we make camp here. Caimare, Nildadari and I will see if we might bring down some dinner. I would leave you with my Lady Eve. I may not hold you in honour but I trust you defend her."

[Nildadari]

Nildadari gritted her teeth as she heard Herugurth's words questoning Maedhros's honor. She moved to take a step forward but was restrained gently by Caimare's hand on her shoulder. She looked to him and he shook his head slowly. She knew what he meant.
Now was not the time nor the place for such battles to be fought. Caimare did not like Herugurth any more than she did, but he knew that his time would come.
Nildadari sighed and wrapped an arm around her brother's waist.
"Come brother, we shall find some game for this eve, we both know this land well enough." She cast a glance toward Herugurth as the siblings started away from the camp. "Stick close, you would not want to get lost."
Caimare pinched her arm and she yelped slightly and elbowed him back.
"I shall tolerate his presence, brother." She whispered to him. "But that does not require of me to be nice or to be pleased with his being here...." She paused for a moment and added. "That goes for my sister as well...."

[Zale]

"Come now Nil - where is your honour if you cannot even be civil to one who has as yet done no harm?" He paused, and looked back at the camp, the flickering fire just visible. He then leant towards her and whispered, "That means no 'accidents' in the woods, sister!" He grinned and leant away as she aimed a swing at him. He continued, "But for now, we hunt. Have you a spare bow? Mine was lost on our journey here, though I still have arrows." Nildadari shook her head. "You'll just have to do without, brother; now watch me hunt!"

[Snaga]

Eäritila sighed. 'Well, son of Feanor. It is some surprise to me. I came hither willing to face grief and pain from perils sent by the servants of Morgoth. But it is bitter to see how much our people have fallen, far from the light of the West. Was it alway thus amongst the elves of Middle Earth? For I had heard the kindred of Thingol and of Fingolfin were at least yet honorable and fair-spoken. Even as they go hunting, they seem more bent on wounding each other with words than they are on their prey!'

She rose, smiling gently. 'Let me see your dragon-wounds. Do they still trouble you? I will tend them if needs be, then one at least should keep watch in this land I deem. I will take my turn.'

[Grond]

Herugurth smiles at Eve. "M'lady, I will leave my sword with you and will take your bow. I still have my knives if danger nears but meat won't be put on the table with a blade... and" he huffs indignantly pointing at the others, "these hunters have yet to prove their skill to me."

Herugurth gives Eve a warm smile as she hands him her bow and quiver. He yells, "Let's see who can hunt!!" to the others and slowly makes his way towards the forest.

[EverEve]

Eve smiled as Hurugurth slowly faded into the distance and soon even her sharp eyes could barely discern his figure as he made his way through the trees. Wandering over to Earitila and Maedhros, she was once again filled with a hot hatred for Maedhros. Try as she might to control it, it always returned when she saw him. Turning, she returned to the small fire that was in the center of the camp, and sat down heavily with a soft sigh.

[Maedhros]

I'm well Eäritila, the wounds are still there but I will heal because for the fire of life is hot within me and I still have a quest to finish.
I sighted. See all the wrongs that I have made in my life, the oath that I took in my madness. I have done too many wrongs because of that, I have killed too many. Look at Eve, she how she hates me. I should have listened to my brother Maglor in the end.
I gripped my sword, wait, what is that?

[EverEve]

Eve, who had been sitting with her head in her hands, thinking, suddenly looked up. Her quick ears picked up a sound, and the second time she saw Maedhros reach for his sword. She stood quickly and turned towards the sound, her sword Vulcan glittering in the deepening twilight.

[chrysophalax]

Nildadari led the way, determined to be the first to spot some prey.
Caimare and Herugurth fanned out as soon as they reached the forest edge. Soon they saw spoor and began to track a small deer. Herugurth glimpsed a quick movement to his right and started toward it. A sharp cry
came from the direction Nildadari had gone and was quickly cut off...

[Grond]

Herugurth quickly and quietly traversed the distance between him and Nildadari, knocking an arrow and drawing his bow. He looked feverishly for any sign of the fair elf. "Damn, where did she go?"

[Nildadari]

As Herugurth scanned the area, Ciamare lept to the trees for a higher view of the area. He climbed higher, his keen eyes searching until finally he saw ...
"Men!" He hissed, but his sister was no where in sight. Without a sound he dropped back down to the ground next to Herugurth. "Men, about 30 of them." He whispered. Herugurth nodded grimly.
"Where is your sister?"
He whispered back.
Caimare shook his head.
"I did not see her." He said, then grinned slightly. "Though that does not mean she is not still near."
He tilted his head to the side, listening and drew his sword quickly.
"Make ready." He said. "They are coming."

[Zale]

Caimarë drew his sword. The edge gleamed wickedly in the evening light. He grinned. "It seems my sword might come in useful after all. Do you think we can take all the humans ourselves? Or should we retreat back to the camp?" Even as he spoke, he was quickly limbering up for combat. He looked towards Herugurth for an answer.

[Snaga]

Some distance away, back at the camp, Eäritila said to Maedhros: 'Even at a distance Herugurth's words carry to my ears on the wind. There are Men nearby it seems. Let us hope they are friendly to our kind, and not brigands. We are yet betwixt the Havens and the Tower Hills, so there should be some hope of that. Let us wait and see how our hunting friends fare, but we should be on our guard I deem.'

[Maedhros]

You're right Eäritila, I would hope that they are men who would be friendly to us. I wish to avoid confrontation and killing. I have already killed to many and my heart is heavy with that.
Unfortunately I have a bad feeling about this.

[chrysophalax]

Men shouting and the sound of running horses could heard approaching the forest's edge. Caimare and Herugurth retreated deeper into the lengthening shadows. Caimare's concern for Nildadari's safety was growing the darker it got. Soon there wouldn't be enough light to successfully track her. He glanced up and was pleased to see that a nearly full moon was just edging up over the tree-tops...

[Grond]

Herugurth waits until the most of the men have passed. He see Nildadari bound hand and foot and thrown over the lead horse like a rucksack. As the last of the line of horses gallops away, he bolts out of the woods and leaps sidelong unto the horse while stabbing the rider with a knife to the throat. He carelessly threw the man on the ground and yelled for Caimare to get out of the woods and jump on the horse with him. Caimare leaps on the horse in mid-gallup behind Herugurth and they dart after the kidnappers.

[Snaga]

'Did you hear that!' whispered Eäritila hoarsely. 'Fighting! Let us find out what is afoot!'

She and Maedhros set off silently through the dark of the forest, no more than two shadows flitting between the trees. With the sharpness of elven ears they knew where to look. They came to a trail, where many feet had recently trod.

'Look!' cried Eäritila, pointing at the body of a man, with blood still dripping from a wound to his throat. She percieved he still lived, but barely.

She ran to him. 'What has happened?' she asked, scarcely expecting a reply. The man struggled to speak, through the blood gurgling in his throat...

[Grond]

Herugurth whispered to Caimare, "Hush and hold on tight. I am unfamiliar with this horse and the terrain.... but we must keep up with these fiends." Herugurth whispered in the steed's ear and slowly undid the halter as the horse picked up speed. Herugurth threw the halter into the brush as they flew past. The horse had gone from a fast run to a dash and seemed to glide in the night.

"When they stop, mark our place and go and get the others. The two of us can do little against so many," Herugurth mumbled to Caimare. "Tell them to bring bows and as many arrows as they can find. And remember that I dropped a bow near the spot where we hunted."

Herugurth noticed that the dust cloud ahead was dissipating. He whispered to the horse and it slowed to a slow gait. "They've stopped," said Caimare. "I've got eyes!" Herugurth replied. "They appear to be headed for yonder caves!" Herugurth jumped off and whispered to Caimare, "Go get the others" he cried. "Now off with you!" He whispered in the horses ear again and it took off back in the direction of the camp.

[Nildadari]

Nildadari sat quietly as the men lowered her to the ground. Quickly and with purpose they took her to a small corner of the cave and clapped an iron anklet around her ankle binding her to the spot by a heavy chain. One of the men bound her hands with a stronger cord and removed the makeshift bindings that bound her arms as they had taken her away.
Nildadari struggled not to smile, they were making this almost to easy. Now if only they would leave, she would have a chance to escape.
A slight breeze drifted in through the cavern's mouth. Nildadari grinned as she caught scent of her brother and more strongly her sister's foul bodyguard. Reguardless of whether or not she had chance to escape, Caimare would come for her.
She watched as most of the men left, one a larger, stocky man appointed two men to watch her as he left. Nildadari watched them watching her with boredom.
"Wait till you turn your foul backs." she thought with a smile.

[chrysophalax]

The captain of the brigands ambled over to where Nil lay against the cave wall apparently still unconscious. He stood over her and swept her with an appraising glance."Well, well. What have you brought me this time? An Elf-wench?" He prodded her with his boot. "She looks pretty scrawny to me, but you never can tell with Elves, they're tougher than they look. You! Turig! Hand me that knife! Let's see if we can wake the witch up..."


OOC: Note to players! This guy doesn't die!

[Zale]

Caimarë swore. He looked around for Herugurth, but the other Elf had vanished into the gloom, no doubt with a plan of his own.
With a quick glance at the humans, he sheathed his sword, and started to climb up the rock face. Once he reached a ledge above the cave mouth, he quickly stuck his head inside, then jerked it back out. He closed his eyes, and in his mind saw the cave; swa Nildadari, and the Atan bending over her with a knife. As fast as he could, he whipped a knife from his boot and, without looking, flung it into the cave. He then dropped to the floor, drew his blade and ran towards his sister. The knife had taken the human in the shoulder, and hurled him from his feet. The Elda reached his sister, and slashed the bonds that held her. Nildadari sprang to her feet and drew her own hunting knife. Together they retreated to the back wall of the cave, prepared to fight their way out...

[Ice Man]

Hendrick fell to his knees as the knife cut through his flesh, but, for the moment, he was more suprised than in pain. Pain arrived some few seconds later, as he brought himself back on his feet and atempted to move his right arm. With or without pain, he did not want to let such wound be taken for free, he sharpened his eyes, grabbed his short sword and said: Come finish what you have started, 'tis time for my sword to taste your flesh!

OOC - chrysophalax invited me to the RP and I'm glad to be here :D

[chrysophalax]

Turig grabbed Henrick and yanked him to his feet. He looked at him briefly but Henrick shrugged him off. The male Elf stood with sword drawn, a pale light gleaming in his eyes. Henrick winced, then gestured to several other men in the cave to watch the cave entrance as Turig and Henrick advanced warily on the Elves.

[Grond]

Herugurth looked back when he realized that he didn't hear the horse heading back to the camp. He immediately surmised that the brash, young elf would take matters into his own hands.

He quietly made his way to the cave entrance and saw Caimare rush in, the next thing he heard was shouting from the men. Suddenly, three men appeared at the entrance of the cave and positioned themselves to block someone from escaping out of the cave.

"Damn!" Herugurth screamed in his head. "They'll both be killed if I don't act now." He stole ot the cave entrance with his long dagger drawn and stabbed into the neck of the closest brigand and grabbed his sword as it fell towards the ground. "Now I am ready to fight!!" he thought. He immediately engaged the other two guards and screamed at the surprised Elves, "Fight your way out!" He slashed one of the guards across the hand with his dagger and stabbed the other one in the knee with his sword.

Nildadari rushed into the wounded Henrik and bowled him over; both of them falling onto the advancing Turig. Caimare, as quick as a cat, had his sword within an inch of Turig's throat. "You're coming with us!" he whispered. He and Nildadari edged there way towards Herugurth. They squeezed past him with their prisoner. The last thing Nildadari saw as she and Camaire made there way to the woods was Herugurth bravely blocking the entrance to the cave, guarding their escape.

[EverEve]

Eve turned to see Eartila and Maedhros sprinting off toward the forest. Grumbling about the unfairness of them leaving her behind, she leaped onto her horse and heeled the grey stallion into a gallop. Soon she pulled even with the two of them. "Where do you two think your going without me?" she inquired with a sly little smile, after slowing her horse. They ignored her question, and Maehdros said "THere has been fighting here. Many feet have traveled this path recently, and here we find the bow you gave to your body-guard, Herugurth." Eve's faced pailed, and her smiled faltered, then failed all together. She picked up her discarded bow and quiver and replied grimly, "I am going to follow them, feel free to come with me if you wish."

Leaving her companions to do as they wished, she slung her bow and arrows over her back, and urged her horse into a slow gallop. The tracks were clear, and it was soon obvious that she wouldn't need a slower pace to follow them, even in the failing light. With little encouragement, Windrider, Eve's great steed, lengthened his strides and was soon flying past trees with a ground eating gallop. Suddenly, Eve brought him back to a trot, and then to a stop. In the darkness, she could see Herugurth's large silouhette creeping towards the caves. She slid off Windrider, who instantly turned and disappeared to wait in the ever-darkening shadows, and followed her faithful body-guard noiselessly.

By the time she reached the caves, Nildadari and Camaire were leaving quickly with another person. She shot them a strange look, but continued on to join Herugurth.

[Turgon]

Turig was shaking with rage as they dragged him away. The bandits were used to easy prey and victims that fell at their feet, begging for mercy; this sudden reversal of fortune sat uneasily with him - he knew well enough what mercy captives were given.
He began to curse through clenched teeth, the name of Hendrick never far from his lips, but as yet unsounded - the wound his captain had taken looked grave, and Turig feared for his safety, but to cry out to him now would be an insult to all Hendrick had ever taught him - and he had no intention of doing that.

[chrysophalax]

Several men not far from the caves saw Turig being forcably dragged by two Elves away from the cave. They slipped out from hiding and trailed them stealthily. Something wasn't right. Where was Henrick? Normally the two were inseparable. A few of them drifted back toward the caves to investigate.......

[EverEve]

Eve slid silently from Windrider's back. In the distance, she could see Herugurth fighting off a couple of men. Praying to Eru that her arrow would fly true from such a distance, she let a shaft fly. Fast and true the arrow flew, into the throat of one of the assailants. Eve fnished the other off just as quickly.

Leaping nimbly upon Windrider's back, Eve shouldered her bow and rode like the blazes back to Eartila, and back to Maedhros, for help.

[Ice Man]

Henrick sharpened his eyes, hold tight to his knife and ignored the deep pain in his right shoulder and jump towards Herugurth. Henrick, a strong and tall man of undoubtful strength and speed, was posessed by anger and fury, being on the verge of losing the slightest capability of reasonning. That would be more than enough for him, in any normal situation, to defeat most of the men in the world, Henrick's reputation had not been given for free. Still, no matter how angry and how good he was at fighting, an armless Hendrick was no match to Herugurth, and the fight didn't last much more than e few moments.

Hendrick was quickly dominated and taken to the ground by the Elf, while the pain in his shoulder grew to levels he could not sustain during any melee combat. It had been the most humiliating defeat Henrick had ever had, he would never forgive himself and, even if he had to live longer than any Elf had ever lived, he would settle the score and have things go his way.

Even though his life had been spared, he promissed, in the deepest and darkest recesses of his mind, to himself that he would live to settle the score.

[Snaga]

'We... we took the elf-maid. I have paid...' whispered the man, as blood gurgled in his throat. 'I am sorry...' He spluttered weakly.

Eäritila looked up at Maedhros, full of concern. 'These men have taken Nildadari. Go! Follow the trail if you can, for the others may need your aid. I will try to save this man, for he has repented and I cannot leave him to die alone in the woods like a dog, whatever evils he may have done. Go!'

She turned back to the dying man, and put forth her healing arts, such as they were. But it was no use, his coughing would not stop, until he could no longer breathe. Then it stopped altogether. Eäritila knelt sadly, and closed his eyes with her fingers. 'Yes, you have paid.' She picked a single tall blue flower, and laid it on his chest.

Eve returned to them at that moment, riding on her great horse.

'Let us make haste!'

[chrysophalax]

Sensing that they were being followed, Caimare and Nildadari ran for the trees dragging Turig with them. He attempted to break free, struggling violently with Caimare. Caimare quickly gained the upper hand and held a knife to Turig's throat, defying him to call out as Turig's companions slipped by them...

[Grond]

Herugurth thought to himself as he subdued the wild man, "By Elbereth, this man can fight!! He fights like a demon even with that deep wound to his shoulder. What worth would one such as he be, if one could gain his loyalty and friendship?"

He looked up to see the other three men who faced him, drop their weapons and run for hidden rooms within the cavern. "Ha!" he thought, "While the leader may be strong and resolute... the underlings are mere cowards!"

He began to drag Henrick by his collar towards the woods in the direction he had seen Nildadari and Caimare. "They were going West. I will seek find a place to hide and wait to see if they win free and get the others of our party." Herugurth found a deep hole in the forest floor and slowly laid Henrick in the recess and then he sat beside him. He slowly began to dress Henrick's wound the best he could and he gave him a drink of the 'Melian's elixir' that had been a secret of his people passed down from their kinfolk in Doriath. Henrick began to stir.

[Maedhros]

As I began my journey to seek my companions a memory of my past came to haunt me. I remember, Nirnaeth Arnoediad the time when we had the chance to deal a devastating blow to Morgoth, and it failed because of the treason of Men. The plot of Ulfang was revelead and our victory was turned into disastrous defeat.
Many died in that battle, and I, the one who engineered it didn't see the treason coming. It's a hidden guilt that I carry inside me, yet now i have the hope of my entire house in me and i will not let anything happen to my companions in this difficult quest. Brigands, you have chosen the wrong prey, you will feel my wrath if something happens to one of them.
I kept going, yet I will arrive there soon.

[Snaga]

As Eäritila made her way stealthily through the woods, she heard the sound of many men crashing towards them.

Motioning to Maedhros and Eve to stay back, she slid into the shadows behind a large oak tree, and waited. But she realised that Eve could scarcely hide her horse in the woods. Soon the men would be right on them. She notched an arrow and waited. How many were there? A dozen or more, shouting and running. In the ghostly moonlight she saw clearly a dozen or more approaching.

[EverEve]

Sensing what Eartila knew about her horse's obviousness, she slid off Windrider yet again, and sent him off saying, "Leave quickly, but stay close. I know not when I'll need you, my loyal companion" and tapping him lightly on the rump. Windrider left, slightly subdued at the indignanty of being sent away from his lady, but silently did as he was told. Smiling at her beloved horse, Eve slid her bow off of her back, and stood ready for an attack. The cries of men met her ears more loudly now, and her thoughts darkened at the thought of yet more bloodshed.'Ahh, put that didn't stop Maedhros or any of the others did it,' she thought to herself, but quickly pushed it aside as it had nothing to do with what was happening now.

[Zale]

Caimarë was fuming. As stealthy as he was, the prisoner he and his sister were dragging was making enough noise to be heard in the Blessed Isles. As they crashed through the forest, they virtually ran into Eve. The female Elf had had no problems in finding them. When she arrived, Caimarë looked at the puny human in exasperation, and whacked him solidly between the eyes.
"That solves that problem" said Eve, acidly.
"It worked, didn't it? Don't complain; simple things work best" he replied.
"Let's get back to camp; Maedhros will no doubt want to speak to the Atan. When he comes round." Eve chipped in,
"Wait. What about my bodyguard?
-He's back at the human's hideout; he should be all right. There's only about three of them". Eve, satisfied, said nothing, and moved on back towards the camp. The others followed.

[Turgon]

'These elves are as bad as orcs...' Turig thought as he nursed the blow Caimare had given him 'for all their airs and graces - and that elf will pay for the hurt he gave me.' His rage had subsided now, and a slow-simmering anger had taken its place. Nobody every did Turig a wrong without being repaid in full. He'd live through this, he swore he would, and when he was free again...

[Grond]

Heregurth finished binding his prisoner. The prisoner appeared to be too weak to pose much of a threat but Heregurth had learned long ago that it was better to be safe than sorry.

He heard the lightest of footsteps and watched as Nildadari and Eve walked past. He noticed Caimare was with them and carrying the prisoner. Herugurth wondered if the man was wounded or merely unconscious. He heard Eve say, “"Wait. What about my bodyguard?” and heard Caimare reply, “He's back at the human's hideout; he should be all right. There's only about three of them". Herugurth smiled to himself and slowly got to his feet. He gave a glance at his own prisoner and noticed that he was still breathing deeply, enjoying the healing effects of the elixir. He thought, “He’ll sleep for another day at the least.”

He got up and followed the others. He slowly closed the distance between himself and the other elves. Finally, they stopped to rest and Caimare laid his prisoner on the ground. Eve sat slightly away from Caimare and Nildadari. Herugurth stealthily made his way to the tree above where they were sitting. He dropped down on top of Caimaare and struck down with the pommel of his short blade onto the top of his head, stunning him senseless. He then brought a drop of blood from his throat with the business end of the blade.

Herugurth looked at Nildadari and said, "That nick on your brother's throat is for not following my instructions." He continued looking directly at Caimare, "I know you were worried about your sister, but that is no excuse to put her life at risk unnecessarily." He looked back at Nildadari, "We would have been better served had some patience been shown in this matter. It will take all of us to fight these brigands, not some thoughtless act of heroism. We have but stirred the hornets nest now. I beseech both of you to come to your senses. Eve, go see if you can find Maedhos. As he looked up, Herugurth was astounded to see Maedhros walking towards him.

[Ice Man]

Henrick had a taste of Melian's elixir, which made him, at the same, feel strong and calm. The pain on his shoulder eased a bit and slowly let go of all the anger and madness that filled hs mind.

There was nothing Henrick could do to free himself, and he didn't want to, for setting himself free would imply in having to once again fight Herugurth, which would surely come to another defeat. "Hum... I will behave for now, but I will fool them with my words later." thought Henrick to himself, as his mind eased and the elixir made him fall asleep, dreaming with what had always ben his dream.

[Maedhros]

It seems Heregurth, that you have a bad habit of drawing your sword at your comrades. I have many questions for all of you. Yet, this is neither the time nor place. I sense that we are not out of danger. This time, we will remain together and find a safe place.
Come follow me.
As we were moving, I saw Heregurth's prisioner. Men, I thought, it has been a long time since I have encountered one of them. I will not be betrayed by them again.

[chrysophalax]

"A safe place" was not to be found in time however. Even as Maedhros spoke, a dozen Men could be seen advancing through the trees toward the company. Herugurth ran back to Henrick and dragged him over to where Turig lay and told Earitila and Eve to guard them. He and Maedhros stood together, awaiting the first attack while Caimare shot Herugurth a resentful glance, then signalling to Nildadari, they took to the trees, readying their weapons...

[Grond]

Herugurth hastily retrieved his own sword from EverEve and stood at the ready next to Maedhros with sword and dagger drawn. As the first of the men came out of the trees, several "twangs" were heard and two of the advancing men fell to the ground, each with an arrow in their necks.

At that moment Herugurth shouted, "At them!!" and both he and Maedhros charged the men. Herugurth dodged the first man's thrust and stabbed into the man's exposed groin with his dagger. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Maedhros had easily dispatched two others. The bows again "twanged!" and two more dropped. With this last volley of arrows, the other men began to cry out and a panicked restreat ensued.

Herugurth looked at Maedhros and stated, "Well your fighting skills are as good as they were when you slaughtered my kin at the quays of Aqualonde!" Herugurth smiled grimly at Maedhros and said, "Well done... at least this time you have fought an enemy and not a friend."

He turned back to Evereve and made sure that she was safe with Caimare and Nildadari. "Is everyone safe and unhurt?" He ran over to EverEve and said to Caimare and Nildadari, "I thank you both for protecting my charge. I am in your debt and apologize for my hasty actions before. Never have I seen such skill with a bow. Both of you are expert marksman!!!" He said to the others, "Let's get our prisoners and get back to the camp where we can set up a defensive position and question our captives!"

[Zale]

Caimarë looked over at Herugurth, still resentful from vthe blow.
"If a task is set to me, I always complete it. The same goes for my sister. As for our marksmanship, there was little else to do on Tol Eäressëa, strange at that may sound". He then turned toward Maedhros.
"What now? Surely the Atani will eventually gather their courage and come back; we could probably beat them off a second time, but it would probably be best to move. They know where our camp is. There are safer places to interrogate prisoners". This last was accompanied by a scornful glance at Herugurth.

[chrysophalax]

Nildadari moved to her brother's side and crossed her arms, feet planted firmly. "I agree with my brother. Why should we return to our camp, except to pick up what few supplies might've been left? We should be heading East, back toward Mirkwood. There we can find some help for Maedhros in his quest. And as for there two..." She said gesturing at the Men, "Don't you think they would make fine hostages against other Men hereabouts? It's obvious they know a thing or two about fighting, so they might even be of use otherwise."

She then narrowed her eyes dangerously and approached Herugurth with a grim look on her face. "And you! Should you ever strike my brother again..."

[Nildadari]

Nildadari glared wickedly at Herugurth.
"There could not be enough magic in the world to bring you back from where I will surely send you, should you lay finger on my brother again."
She shot him a searing look and went back to Caimare's side.
Herugurth opened his mouth to speak, but it was Eve's voice who broke the ridgid silence.
"Sister! I shall not tolerate such behavior!"
Eve said in a low, fierce voice, anger blazed in her eyes.
Nildadari sighed in impatience.
"Or what? Dear sister."

[Maedhros]

Enough. Stop this petty bickering among yourselves. If you don't then abandon this quest at once. We have too many enemies to be fighting ourselves. I warn you, I will deal with the next quarrel personally.
We should be moving east to resume our quest and find a safe place to camp and to interrogate this prisioners.
Maedhrosh looked grimly and without favor at the prisioners. "I will have a long talk with them."

[chrysophalax]

Maedhros and Herugurth stood glaring at each other as Caimare and Nildadari moved away and stood next to the prisoners. Herugurth was loath to take orders from anyone save himself and anger burned deep in his heart. However, he was not a fool and knew that, no matter how much he disliked he it, Maedhros was correct. With a grunt of acquiescence he stalked over to where Eve was and drew his cloak around him in silence.

Calling the twins to his side, Maedhros asked them to tell him the fastest way to their people where maybe he could seek further assistance. After a short debate, they decided on a route North of the Shire. Through the ancient realms of Arnor and Angmar, then angling down for a short respite in Rivendell before continuing on to Mirkwood. This was not the easiest way they could have chosen, but they decided it would be the quickest and where they could stay they most easily concealed, as much of the land was hilly and wooded.

Having decided this, Maedhros directed Eve, Earitila and Nildadari to return to their former camp and bring all remaining supplies with them back to the forest, where they would prepare to set out as soon as possible. Meanwhile as they had been talking, Herugurth had grown restive and slipped away only to return in a short time with a few fat rabbits.

By the time the others had returned with the gear, a supper of sorts had been prepared and they ate in silence, each thinking their own thoughts. Caimare brought over water and some food to Turig and after glaring at him, Turig decided now was not the time to show Caimare what he thought of him, so he took some and ate, keeping his eyes on the Elves the while.

A couple of hours was granted for rest and preparation, then Maedhros asked Eve if they could use Windrider to carry Henrick as he was still asleep from the draught. She nodded and then whistled piercingly. Very shortly they heard hoof-beats as the Elven-horse pounded up to them. He stood shaking his mane and snorting, eager to be on his way. Herugurth and Caimare hoisted Henrick up onto his back and bound him in place lest he slip. Having covered all trace of their passing the company set out Eastward toward the North Downs...

[Turgon]

Turig trudged along in the middle of the company. The Elves had left his hands unbound - it was almost as if they were daring him to make a break for it. The Brigand was brave but not foolish - he knew well enough what the outcome of that course would be. They were a fell crew this lot. The one called Herugurth gave him the shivers - there was a darkness in him that even Turig could feel; and as for the tall one, Maedhros, sometimes Turig couldn't bear to look at him - he seemed filled with a fierce light, unyielding and unbending. The Brigand knew that in art of darkness and bloody deeds he was but a beginner compared to those two. He gritted his teeth and carried on - he would bide his time, a chance at freedom would come, he knew it. Turig would be nobody's slave.

[Grond]

Herugurth walked over to Turig and offered him some of the rabbit. "Why would you attempt something as foolhardy as kidnapping and Elf? Did you not know that Elves seldom travel alone?" He glanced at Henrick who still appeared to be sleeping. "Your friend is not doing a very good job of feigning sleep," Herugurth said loud enough to be heard by all. He looked back at Turig, "Both of you fight well....... for Men!!!" He smiled at Turig as he reached for his dagger. :)

[Turgon]

Turig was afraid now - life was to short to end on the point of a blade. Kill or be killed that's what Hendrick had taught him; but now it seemed that Turig didn't even have that choice.

'What do you know about men?' Turig spat. 'Demon! Your kind are all alike - hiding away in your filthy bolt-holes - the world of men is nothing to you, save a place to lord it over us. It was your kind that raised the wrath of the darkness in east - but what do you do when his servants come howling from the hills? What do you when his servants drive us from our homes, slay our livestock for sport, butcher our womenfolk and our children... What do you do then Demon? You laugh and you dance and you do nothing.'

Herugurth advanced with a wicked grin, like a sword-slash cut into his face.

'Is this how it ends?' Turig thought.

[Snaga]

Eäritila moves between Turig and Herugurth. She looks straight into Herugurth eyes, her gaze is calm and penetrating. She sees a shadow and a wrath within him, and perceives that peril will come of it. But she neither blinks nor wavers, and Herugurth felt that more of his heart was known to her than he had a mind to tell. He felt strangely ashamed, and turned away.

Eäritila walked beside Turig, and spoke gently to him. 'I am sorry you feel this way about my kindred in this land. It is true I know little of the ways of man for I have come only lately from the West and, it may be a surprise to you, but you are the first man that I have ever spoken to. But we too fear the Dark Lord, and are chief amongst his foes, and my folk have fought beside Men against him I hear. Will you not tell me something of this land that lies about us? I know it only from the maps I studied ere I came to this land.'

And she looked ahead at the hills rising about them. Thin silver birches grew in clusters about them, their caterpillars dangling in the sunlight, from a carpet of wild white flowers, as birds danced and sang. The old path they were following at times became choked with tangling brambles and ferns, as it ascended the slopes to the higher places above. Crickets leapt from out of their path. At length, here and there the slopes became craggy and rough, and waterfalls sparkling fell into the thick wiry grasses below. As they climbed higher, and at times Eve was forced to lead Windrider, the trees and bushes grew thinner, and although it was summer and the sun shone, a wind blew in from the sea and chilled them somewhat. The ground beneath their feet was wet and treacherous, at time streams formed silver braids beneath their feet. At last, there was little but moss and grass, and rough wet rock, and low cloud blew about them.

Eäritila remembered their name: the Hills of Evendim.

[Grond]

Herugurth chuckled as he walked past Earitila and grabbed the man's hands and cut the bonds that held him. "You have seen what happens to those who oppose us. We are in need of guides in this unfamiliar country and you are in need of your life first and your freedom later.... if you and your friend agree to help us."

[Ice Man]

Hendrick slowly opened his eyes and felt his head spinnin and going back and forth in unpredictable movements, reminding him of ocasions in which he tried searching for what he had lost in places where conciousness would not guide him, or at least escape the pain of reality. Moments passed before he could actually take notice of his situation an see things clearly, and he saw Turig walking "free".

- What is going on? Where am I? Put me down. - Said Hendrick with the voice of who had suddenly been awoken from a disturbing dream, only to face a disturbing reality.

[chrysophalax]

Caimare noticed that Henrick was coming around so he called to Eve to stop Windrider. Moving to the horse's side he eased Henrick to the ground where he sat, looking blearily up at his captors. Turig made as though to come to his side but Nildadari prevented him. After a short time Henrick declared himself fit to travel, so Earitila re-dressed his wound and Caimare re-tied his hands and as they set out again, Turig noticed that they were about to enter territory he had known very well in his youth..

[Snaga]

They were still high in the hills as the evening grew long. It was summer, but grey and drizzly, so the evening was long but gloomy. They began to look for a place to camp for the night along the way.

Earitila was worried more about food. It had not gone unnoticed to her that the hunt of the previous night had yielded nothing.

Her sharp eyes espied a family of rabbits on a hillside. Motioning everyone else to halt, she made her way towards them stealthily. Then with hands that moved with skill and speed beyond even most of her kind, she fired arrow after arrow, six in all. Then she leapt away, and returned, carrying six rabbits, each skewered on an arrow.

'Who's cooking tonight?' she asked.

[Zale]

Caimarë moved to his horse and started going through the saddlebags.
"I'll cook tonight. I need the practice". This earned him a smile from his sister. "That is, if I've remembered the cooking gear". He turned to Maedhros.
"Should we strike camp here, or move on until nightfall?" He looked around. "Here strikes me as a good a place as any."

[Maedhros]

I shall trust your feelings Caimarë, we will set camp here. We need to regroup and settle for a path to continue the quest. These lands are foreign to me, yet after all these years I can still feel the works of ages past.
I motioned to Nildadari and Eve to bring me the men we have captured. They are brought to me. I have learned that their names are Henrick and Turig.
As I see them, I remember the last battle. The battle of unnumbered tears. We should have won, we could have dealt Morgoth and fatal blow. Instead we were betrayed by men, men that I chose myself, and it resulted in disaster. Our forces were defeated, my kingdom destroyed, my friend Fingon died. It will not happen again.
I stared at them, I noticed that they cannot stared at me for long. I have seen to many things.
"You, listen to me well. You have attacked my party and retarded our quest. In times past, death or imprisonment would be the punishment."
"My guides are in unfamiliar territory, and I need quick and decisive path. You seem to recognize this land better than we."
"My offer is this: guide us and you will be rewarded and watched for. I will count you as one of us. Betray me, and by Ilúvatar himself, I will hunt you down and kill you."
"Our quest is very difficult yet the rewards are very high."
Thou have heard my offer: What sayest thou?

[Turgon]

Turig and Henrick stood facing the elf-lord, shifting uncomfortably before his burning gaze. They spoke together in signs and whispers as was their wont when they wished their counsel to remain between themselves.
'Captain...' Turig whispered. 'The elf speaks sense, we could gain much by an alliance with his crew - our freedom not the least. Our band is scattered or else slain - there is nowhere left for us to go but forward...'
Henrick looked closely at Turig, something had been burning inside his young friend for days now, ever since they had entered this land. It was not like Turig to urge any course of action; a willing follower he had always been - even in the darkest of deeds - but never once had Henrick heard Turig give his voice one way or the other. Turig took a step forward to address the elf - Henrick almost gasped - what had gotten in to Turig?
'Lord Maedhros, I will follow you - in exchange for my freedom and the return of my weapons. I know the these parts well, and I fancy my sword arm will serve you well before your quest is run. My captain must answer for himself - but I accept your offer...'

[Ice Man]

As suprised as he was by Turig's acceptance of the offer, Henrick knew he didn't have any other option at the time. He was still hurt and without Turig he was alone. It had been some years since he had ost his family, and Turig was the only loyal companion he had had since. Henrick then thought to himself: "If I follows these Elves, I can have my wounds completely healed, I can watch and learn to fight better and Turig and I may even stumble across anything of value. And I'll, sooner or later, find a chance to get even with that nasty one called Herugurth".

So Henrick looked deep into Turig's eyes and then said to the Elves: "I accept your offer, but with two conditions. That you take care of my wounded arm as if it was your wounded arm and that you give me back my sword. Tell me, what are your plans for now?"

[Zale]

Caimarë stepped in front of Henrick. "You dare make demands of us, Human? Remember who is at whose mercy here". There was such a light in his eyes that Henrick stepped back and even Turig flinched. Seeing the humans cowed, the Elf continued more gently. "However, your request is not unreasonable. If you are to be of any use to us then certainly your arm should be healed. There is no way you could be fast enough to harm even the least of us, even with your sword; remember that."
Maedhros nodded agreement. After a moment, Caimarë added, "If you were to try something, of course, I am sure Herugurth will be most happy to teach you the error of your ways." At this Herugurth chuckled darkly and cracked his knuckles.
"As for our plans:Maedhros, does this Atan need to know of our plans? Tell him as much as you see fit."

[Snaga]

Eäritila stood listening, as the smoke from their campfire mingled with the grey evening air high in the hills. She looked in vain for a star.

She sighed, knowing there was much in the mind of the two men that they did not tell. She looked closely, seeing two that were like fire-flies doomed to burn out within a short span of time, while she would continue through the long years. Surely they should be merry indeed, free in this wild land and so young? But she saw it was not so, and many hurts of the world lay upon them. It was painful to her to behold: it seemed that they were as wounded children, scarred and full to overflowing with a bitter wisdom from many beatings. And she knew their lives would be gone soon, only to be replaced by more again.

And she heard the disdain in the voice of Caimarë, and did not share it. She sighed again, and then straightened herself.

'Come!' she smiled brightly to Henrick. 'I will tend your arm. Better than I would my own, for my own arm would heal faster.'

And when she knew Caimarë was out of earshot Eäritila murmured to him: 'Fear not! I will not let any injustice befall you. Have but the strength in thy heart to remain true to your word, for I perceive your danger. But also your courage.' And she smiled gently.

[Ice Man]

Henrick did not like the words spoken by Caimarë, and he felt anger building inside his heart. More than anger, he felt diminished. Those Elves had it all, strength, wisdom and time. Henrick could live to have the two first, but he would never live to find the time the Elves to.

It was in with perfect timming that Eäritila came to aid Henrick. Her smile was something very intriguing, although it was just a smile, it seemed to be much more. - Thanks Eärtila - said Henrick in reply, although he did not know how to correctly pronounce her name. Henrick considered saying more, but he took a quick look at Turig and decided that silence would be their best ally for the time being.

[Snaga]

That night passed slowly for it was hard to keep the chill of the night air out so high in the mountains. The men slept fitfully, but the elves sat and shared tales, or sang softly. Windrider swished his tail moodily, and steam came from his nostrils. Eäritila found an apple from her pack and fed him.

The night passed at last, and earlier than it seemed, for the nights are short in the northlands in summer time. They set off again after a brief breakfast, and continued westwards.

Now their path was easier, descending more than climbing, as the highest hills were behind them. Then they passed the brow of one they climbed a rough dry stone wall, long fallen into disrepair as though shepherds from times past had long abandoned these parts. A steep slope and crag lay on the other side, and Windrider could not pass. So they kicked the stones out to make a way through for the horse and continued, knowing that the homes of men had once been nigh. Perhaps some yet lived in these lands?

They rounded the crag, and as they did so the sun peeped through the cloud that was now thinning, and shone an beam far across the land at them, and it seemed to dance upon a wide expanse of water that lay ahead. Dark grey and mysterious its tree-line waters seemed to them, nestling in the bowl of the hills, but beautiful too glimmering now in the light. These were the waters of Nenuial, or Lake Evendim in the common tongue. The sun warmed them through as they made their way down the steep slope, and then into the woodlands bordering the lake. Willows stretched out over the waters, and other small trees scrambled up the banks to their right. A clearer path led their feet now as they made their way more cheerfully and swiftly along the level ground, as they made their way along the southern shore. It was a long route today, but at the end of it was Annuminas, which they meant to reach by nightfall.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Eäritila walked in the front of the company, as they sang softly to themselves. But suddenly, they all stopped, and listened intently. There was no noise, not a bird rustling in the trees, not a dear running through the grasses, not a fish on the lake. Herugurth reached his hand down, slowly, to check that his blade was clear in his scabbard. His hand was inches away when a voice echoed through the silence. "Halt, Elf!" Herugurth stopped, and looked around in amazement. Whoever this person was, he had gotten past their elven senses with ease, or so it seemed. The figure dropped from a tree, and landed flat on the path. He looked the company over for a good second, and then blew a great horn that hung from his waist. Another answered in the distance. "Tulie an si men!" shouted the figure on the path. A small blow of the distant horn came in response. The figure on the path turned back to the company. "Do any of you speak the common tounge?" Suddenly Maedhros came out from behind Herugurth, and the man's eyes grew in shock. The rest of the company looked from the tall man to the great elf, there was something there, something similar-although none could quite make it out.

[Snaga]

'Verily all here speak the common tongue,' replied Eäritila, though slightly hesitantly as one who does not use it by choice. 'Who are ye who jump from the trees? It is said that Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel dwelt awhiles by this lake after the ruin of Beleriand and still stone and tree and water remember them and sing their names. Do you live in trees like the Galadhrim?'

[Turgon]

Turig had slipped into the shadows as soon as the Dunedain had appeared. Over the years Henrick's band had lost many men to the Rangers of the North. They claimed lordship over this desolate land - and for the most part were as arrogant as those damnable elves. The brigand had little love for them. He could hear their leader talking to the company - always thick as thieves the Elves and the Dunedain. Turig began to fear that the elves would give them away to the Rangers in return for safe passage - it would be just like them. Hells of Iron! He'd do the same in their position...

Turig sank down into the shadows and waited...

[¤-Elessar-¤]

"Nay, I am a ranger of the north. I am decendent of the Numenorians, the elf friends of old. I am skilled in moving through the trees unseen and unheard. But nay, the Lady of which you speak is rumoured to live in an inchanted wood down by the great river Anduin. And, indeed she does. I have seen her there. It is said she began dwelling there as a defence against Sauron, but he is gone now... She works now on the problem of the Necromancer of Mirkwood, whos shadow grows every day...." He looked around, his eyes looked strange to be set in the face of the man. They seemed rather elven... "It is the duty of the Rangers to protect the forgotten peoples of the north realm, and to one day deliver the heir of Isildur to the throne of Gondor. I must ask you all, what is your buisness here, and from where have you come. Until then I may not let you pass, by the laws of the Dunedian."

[chrysophalax]

Nildadari had seen Turig slip away, apparently unnoticed by the others. Surreptitiously, she kept an eye on him, though she couldn't understand why a Man should be wary of other Men.

She looked at the Ranger with interest. Though dressed in rough clothing there was nothing in any way frightening about him, rather he seemed have about him almost an Elvish air. She was intrigued.

[Elfarmari]

Turig watched the Ranger with growing unease. Suddenly he felt the edge of a sword against his throat.
"Is this man a member of your company?" A tall, lean man completely covered in a black cloak had emerged silently from the trees. His sword glinted red in the sunlight as he held it steadily against Turig's throat. His stony grey eyes, barely visible underneath his hood singled out Maedhros and gazed steadily at him without fear. "Know you of what kind this man is? I have sworn to rid this land of all such brigands, who value no lives save their own and plunder any house left unguarded. I wonder what would cause High Elves to allow such a foul man to journey with them. Unless you give me good reason, I will not stay my sword."
Although his eyes and hand were steady, his speech revealed his contempt and hatred of Turig and his kind.

[Snaga]

Eäritila looked at the ranger steadily: 'This man is part of our company, and therefore under our protection, though he and his friend are merely chance companions, guiding us on the road. A brigand you name him, and so I must ask if he is known to you and has committed some crime. Or do you judge by looks alone? As for our journey, we merely seek passage through to the East, where we seek news of two Grey Elves, kinsmen of mine indeed. Imladris we are making for, and then over the Hithaeglir.'

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The first ranger called out over the company. "So then, Barahir, this is the man we have been after. I wondered why he retreated to the shadows.... And, elven maiden, your protection may be misplaced. From what I hear these are murderers, villans of the highest degree. And, not even by your protection, will I let them murder any more of our people." He drew his blade and made a line in the dirt path. "Any one of you who tries to cross this line before we are done questioning you, will die on the spot. Be he elven man or not!... Now, Barahir, tell them more about their newly found companions, so that they can make a wise decision. I judge that even common elves can do so."

[Zale]

"Do you question our wisdom?" Caimarë said. His voice was quiet and calm, yet both Rangers started despite themselves. "We have dwelt in the Blessed Lands, in sight of Manwë himself!" He blinked, and seemed to calm himself with a visible effort." Yet despite your arrogance I will not cross that line. I sense the blood of Elros is yet strong in your veins and I would not quarrel with you. Perhaps there is something useful you could tell us about these Atani. But never forget who you are talking to".

[Elfarmari]

Barahir sheathed his sword reluctantly, "For now I will spare his life, brigand though he is. I have myself seen the wicked deeds this man, Turig, has committed, and pursued him from the scene of his crimes. So far I have spared his life, hoping for his cure; but I will have pity no longer. If these men turn traitor and leave your company and protection, I swear they will not live to continue their evil ways. I warn you the road to Imladris is not clear. My sister, returning there from the camp of my father, was murdered in cold blood by Henrick, Turig, and their outlaw band. The only loot they gained by this slaying was the food she carried; this is how they value life!"

Barahir pushed Turig away in disgust and took a step toward Maedhros. "I pray forgiveness, lord, from you and your company if our speech seems arrogant. I see you are an elf-lord newly come from the Blessed Realm, and as such your wisdom and that of most in your company in many matters far exceeds my own. Be that as it may, you do not seem to know these parts. I warn you against trusting these men. They may hate the Dark; but they hate also the Light. They have turned on their kin, killing and looting orc, Man and Elf alike. Perhaps you have the power to turn them to good; they are beyond my help. By your leave, lord, my companion Alfirin and I would replace these men as your guides. Barahir Glingal Galaddur am I, and few know these lands as well as I."

"My name and duty I have told you. Will you tell us more of yourselves?"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

"My friend here may be so assuming in beleiving that you have 'come back from the blessed realm', but I am not. Why you? Why now? Why has there never been another to come back? I am not so sure you are more than elven traitors from Rivendale, come to join with these outlaw bands to destroy our people." Suddenly, however, his eyes grew unfocused- the look of a man lost in thought. He smiled slightly, as though it all made sense. He shook his head and focused on the tall elf in the back of the company, the one who hadn't spoken much. "You! A son of Feanor no doubt... what do you think of these men, these men who have turned and shed the blood of their own kind?"

[Maedhros]

A son of Fëanor you say. Ha. Your insight is better than i thought. I have perceived the evil in these men when I saw them. One is capable of turning to good, the other I'm not so sure.
I seek redemption, hinder me at your own discretion. Know that I'm one that has come back from the dead to redress an evil that should have not been.
My journey is long and perilious, yet I g