Celebration of the West

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher stopped as he passed through the gate in the Rammas Echor. The endless lines of troops behind him took a while to stop, but by the time the last had rested, the front was moving again...

Thus the ordered columns of Arnor's vast infantry came behind the elite Praetorians, and they marched around the wall of Minas Anor, saluting the White Tower as they did. When they reached the great road from Osgiliath to Minas Anor, they turned towards the Citadel of the Stars upon the Anduin.

They reached the gate in the Rammas Echor, outside the city, and rested. The Emperor waited for the other participants to arrive while he sat upon the wall, moving his legs idly.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Shortly after Eomer rode to the great walls. After him came his elite forces. After that the endless number of his army.

"Greetings Lord Ciryaher, Is the gate open, I would like to show off my new army and my armour ehehehehehee. When will the parade start? I am i need of rest"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

All heads turned to see the newest spectacle. Singing echoed over the hills as the elves of the army of Dor-Taur-Sir sang a song in the sildarian language. The sound of their horses added a rough beat to the singing, and music filled the land. There were men singing too, and their lower voices rang out in harmony with the elven. Elessar was at the front. He was wearing dark silver armour, with the sign of an eagle on his breastplate. He had men riding behind him, who were taller than the Beornings and woodsmen. They were Dunedian, surely, most thought, Kinsmen of the Lord Elessar and Lady Arathin themselves. For she was there too, riding beside Elessar. The Dunedian were holding banners raised on great spears. Three in the background were undistinguishable, for they were a great distance still. But the foremost was larger than the rest, and it was the banner of Dor-Taur-Sir. It was the sign of the Eagle; in one hand it held a fish, the sign of the river, and in the other it held a brach with three leaves, the sign of the forest.

Elessar spurred Bill on, as Arathin did to Gildor. Tarien, captain of Dor-Taur-Sir, ordered the men to turn and make camp on a flat place on the plain. The standards that had followed Elessar turned with Tarien, save the one of Dor-Taur-Sir. The man holding it galloped instead to the city, to add the standard of Dor-Taur-Sir to the banners of Gondor, Arnor, and Rohan that flew from the tower of Minas-Tirith.

Elessar rode up to Eomer and Ciryaher. "Hail, lords of the valliant west, what an occasion this day is. Where is the lord Valar? I have a gift that was due to him on his crowning, but I was unable to present it then..."

[Mithrandir]

Suddenly a loud horn rang in the hills and a great light filled the land. The lords looked in the direction of the light knowing it could only be one person, for light is his trademark.

Over the hills a man clad in white armor, with a white cloak, rode ever closer. The spectacle, however, was not Mithrandir who the company had seen many times, but the small force that rode behind him.

The Mithril Knights, only 30 in number, strode valiantly behind Mithrandir and. All clad in a shiny metal that much resembled Mithril the army was small, yet remarkable. This was the first time the army had been seen by a large group of people, and all together. Normally the secret militia of the White Council, the Knights was a glorious sight indeed.

Mithrandir called the army to a halt as they came to the other forces, and strode up to the other leaders,"Good day my friends, it is a splendid day for this little parade is it not. The Lady Talierin should as well be coming shortly with her forces. So, tell me, what do you think of my little force? They do not look like much, but let me tell you each one fights with the might of ten soldiers. Now, where is the lord Valar, I wish to congratulate him, and present him, and his lady with a gift......"

(ooc:I will not make this metal mithril, due to the fact that the metal is meant to be rare)

[Valar]

*Nearly All of the army of Gondor were by now positioned along side The Infantry of Arnor. So Vast the Armys of The nations present were, that for as far as the eye could see were shining spears and helms, like a see of diamonds.*

*A quiet fell upon Minas Tirith for a few moments, Then horns and voices called out, the sang till all around could hear the clear, strong voices of the Men of Minas tirith.*

*The Gates opended and out rode the knights and paladins of Gondors army, flags raised high and horns blazing. They escoted the King and Queen of Gondor out to meet the Start of the Parade. They're chariot, fashioned in Gold and Silver was like a sunset rolling across the Green plain.*

*Valar called to his men and all but a few rode off to the head of his Army and Valar and Elbereth went to great they're guests*

"Friends and Allies, Lords and Ladys welcome to the festival and parade of Gondor. I am pleased to see that all Such fine military strength is here to honour the occasion"

*Valar stepped down from the charriot and took his Ladys hand and helped her down, They walked hands clasped towards Lords Ciryaher, Elessar, Eomer and Mithrander*

"Welcome my friends"

[Mormegil]

The Dwarves of Ered Nimrais had completed their preparations for the parade, and were gathered in the halls at the easternmost gate of the White Mountains.

Mormegil gave the order, and the great gate was opened. The King was at the front riding his horse, in front of 500 rangers, who were in turn followed by the Dwarven army. They began to file out through the gate onto the plains of Anorien.

The Dwarves marched in a neat formation, wearing black armour lined with silver. They carried their axes slung on their backs, and held their sheilds which bore the emblem of Ered Nimrais; white mountains against a blue background.

Up ahead Mormegil could see the Mithril Knights, the light shining brightly off of their armour.

The Dwarves continued to file out onto the plain until eventually they were all out. Mormegil gave the order and the great gate was closed.


And they marched, following the Mithril Knights and Mithrandir. Arriving soon after Mithrandir. Mormegil bade his men set up camp near to Elessar's men. Then he rode towards the gathering of the Lords.
"Greetings Lord Ciryaher, Lord Eomer, Lord Elessar, Lord Valar and friend Mithrandir. What a great day it is. I hope that the parade will go as planned. I also have brought a gift for the Lord Valar, I will present it later."

Mormegil turned to survey the gathered might of the West.

[Talierin]

The Lady Talierin appeared, clad in her best green holding Ithilien's green/black banner high, bow at her side, riding her great black steed Talemi. Her elite archer team of about a thousand walked in format all around her in full battle dress. Behind them came Ithilien's infantry of four thousand, first swords, then pikes, and finally battle axes, all upraised in front of them.

They marched until they came alongside Mithrandir's knights, and Talierin rode forward and dismounted in front of the lords, bowed, then said "Hail, my lords. Ithilien ready for parade." She then took her place at Mithrandir's side.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

"Well, shall we not do something? I am tired from the long ride, and Bill would much like me off of him. I say that we go and see the halls of Minas Tirith, or is the capitol once again at Osgiliath, citadel of the stars? It has been long since I have seen the places of my forefathers."

[HLGStrider]

Elgee i Nanar who will be serious this time watches the great rulers enter, awed by their slendor. She fades into the background, watching and waiting.

[Elbereth]

"Elessar, I believe we are awaiting the last of our guests, but please feel free to dismount your fine steed so that he may have a rest." says Elbereth with a warm smile.

She then excuses herself and makes her way toward Lady Talierin and Elgee and greets them accordingly.

[Arathin]

Arathin dismounts Gildor, and stands beside Elessar as he dismounts. She gazes around at the assembled arms and mutters. "Everyone shows there strengths so that they will not be attacked fore fear of might, but showing our strengths and ignoring our weaknesses is our first and last defeat." She turns to the other leaders gathered, an almost mournful expression on her face. "War and armies lead to not but death, destruction, and defeat. They are pointless necessities." She shakes her head. "Ah well. Even if it is pointless, it is still a necessity."

[Aredhel]

Suddenly, a loud bugle sounds out from the North. Five hundred elves march with the Lady of Rivendell at their head on Asfaloth. Between her and the elves are two heralds and flag bearers. One is proudly bearing the flag of Arnor, and the other bears a flag with seven stars in a circle on it, with two trees in the center, both representing the house of Feanor, and Aredhel's own emblem of an eight sided gem above them all. They enter the city, and she greets the Lords.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher jumped down from the wall and removed his heavy armour, feeling the grass on his now-bare feet. "We shall have festivities for 19 days. On the 18th of June, a sign will come and signal the end of the festival. For now, let us enjoy the company of friends and allies while the sun is bright, and the weather cheerful."

He smiles and ordered the hand-towed carts to be unloaded. Pavilions went up, and banners flowed in the breeze.

[Arathin]

*Arathin, gloomy thoughts forgot, smiles in the dazzaling sunlight. She asks several of her Dunedain soldiers to play the instruments they brought. As everyone knows, Dunedain are as skilled on instruments as they are with their weapons and at tracking anything in the wild. Arathin begins to dance to the music of the Dunedain. Slowly at first, but soon the pace of her dancing and the music grow faster and faster. Soon her silken gown of foresty green and brown hues is whipping around her lithe Elvenish form. The dance is an ancient one of celebration brought from Numenur itself before the flood. The sky seems to banish the few clouds that had resided within its hold as her dance continues.*

[Ecthelion]

Soon it was Nain's group of dwarves who came, a little late, but alls well. He rode up and egnolged all the Emperors, Kings, and Queens around him.

[Mithrandir]

Mithrandir looked at Talierin, smiled, then grabbed her hand and started to dane with her,"Isn't it beautiful my love? What a day to be out with friends, what a festival. Perhaps we shall have some dirk throwing contests later:D........"

[Talierin]

Talierin laughed as Mithrandir spun her around in time to the music. "Yes, Orë, a glorious day! And a dirk throwing contest is a must, though you well know I can beat you!" she said, grinning wryly at him, eyes dancing.

:D

[Adrastea]

Chippy arrives on her horse, Earl. A horse that Lord Eomer gave to her so many long months back. Chippy is glad to see everyone so happy, but she, herself was feeling down and lonely. She put her thoughts of Beorn behind her and joined the group of her fellow friends.

"A lovely day it is, a good day to choose for the first day of the celebration of King Valar and Queen Elbereth"

[Ciryaher]

There is a vast tract of open field that is the parade ground. It is barren of pavilion or structure, and Ciryaher's army forms five diamond-shaped formations at the edges.

They begin to march around, in a great circle...slowly converging. The blunt ends of the diamonds came closer and closer as the great wheel rotated, and the shape of a five-pointed star was now obvious. As the star locked together, there was a blast of trumpets, and the soldiers in formation saluted the White Tower.

Ciryaher winded his horn and the formation dispersed, to allow for another demonstration.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer walks in.
He walks to Adrehel
"Come fair lady of Rivendell. You might as well celebrate your last couple of days in the beautiful kingdom of Minas Tirith. Though it will be a great loss to Middle Earth when you leave"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar stood mingling with everyone. Soon, however, he tired of the crowd. He began to leave, catching lady Chippy's eyes with a cheery smile. He walked over to the place where the standards of various nations had been placed, and looked at the standard of Feanor, wondering the reason why the lady of Rivendell would bear such a thing.

[Aredhel]

She grabs his hands and starts to dance. She laughs, then notices Elessar looking at her standard.

"Excuse me for a minute,"she says to Eomer. She walks over beside Elessar.

"You have been looking at that standard for a while now. "Then she goes on,"I am a descendant of Feanor, though not in a direct line. I bear that standard as the last Noldor from over the sea."

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Then you know not my father? Indeed, my mother was taken by the ever-wandering Maglor in her youth... he is my father and Feanor is my grandsire...

[Aredhel]

"Your grandsire..."she half whispers,"...then yes, I did! I did know your father! He was a about a hundred years older than me. He was a great warrior. It was sad that he had died. If you are indeed Feanor's grandson, then by right you should bear the standard!"

She stops babbling and thinks for awhile.

"The Eldar days...the First Age..."

[HLGStrider]

Elgee greets everyone, still considered about the ominious signs of approaching war, like dark clouds on the horizon. However, it is impossible to depress Elgee for long... she roams about dancing with herself and looking for others to dance with
She is assuming her usual feline partners are probably not welcome around here.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

I have never heard that... It was always told to me that he sang forever a song of all that his people lost, a song of the war of the jewels, as he forever walked the shores of Middle Earth, never to be seen by the elven kind again.

[Arathin]

*Gazes happily at everyone dancing and sighs happily. Then noticing Elessar, Arathin walks up behind him and puts her arms around his shoulders.* What are you doing, my lord?

[Valar]

"Good lady Elgee, of the incredibly long named dragon bar, of course you are welcome here, as are your contreversial cats."

*Valar says as he takes aim at a passin cat*:D

[HLGStrider]

"It is a sad day when cats are controversial... Thank you for your welcome, Valar, your highness."

[purplechic144]

In the shadows the elf they call Nathia Alaria was hidden, watching the display with grave attention. She was but a passer-by in these lands strange to her but not unknown. She knew all of the lands, all of the people, all of the languages. But this she saw now caught her interest. Such gaity and celebration, she had not seen for a long while. She steps out of the shadows, making herself seen, something she had not done for a long time. Those near her freeze, stopping their merriment in suprise of her. Suddenly regret came to her thoughts, she did not belong here, she did not even know what drew her to this land. As the people watched her, she slowly pulled down her dark hood, revealing herself. Her hair, pale blonde and long, fell about her shoulders, her eyes, profound as they were pierced the room with their startling blue-grey colour.

She looked around, then spoke, her words clear against the medley of distant music, "Forgive me your greatness, for intrusion in this fair place. I know not why I am here nor what is my purpose, my heart pulled me to your land." She paused, not knowing what else to do. "I am Nathia."

[HLGStrider]

"Welcome, Nathia..." Elgee smiles. "It must've been the music... It attracts me too..."

[Aredhel]

She smiles at Arathin,"Yes, he wandered the shores. I stayed by the shores of Beleriand ere the end of the First Age. I left with Elrond and came to Rivendell. I beleive that I've met you before, once upon an Age."

[purplechic144]

"Yes, there is something about this place. I can feel it in my heart." Her gentle figure of an elf enveloped in a dark cloak strides across the grounds, coming before those of honor and rank. Looking at their many faces, she suddenly bows low to the ground, in the grandest way she knew. "Your Greatness, your Highness, and all the great people I see here before my humble self. Let it be heard that on this day, I, Nathia Alaria, who knows no leader nor home, pledge my alligance to your will. That I may serve you and all your good people in any way that I can, for in my heart I feel that such is my destiny."

[HLGStrider]

Which leader? Of the people here I'm the only one who doesn't have a country...

[purplechic144]

All the leaders, and all of their people. And you Elgee, whom welcomed me, I will be at your service as well, as a friend of all the goodness of Arda.













ooc: I'll be out of town for the next few weeks, and access to a computer will be far and few between, but I'll try to participate as well as I can!

[Arathin]

Indeed Aredhel. If we have met before this very age, it would have been in Imladris or the surrounding Wilderness. Those two lands were my home through much of the end of the Third Age, my first age in this world. My half-brother, Elessar Aragorn II Elfstone, and I often travled through out Middle Earth, but Imladris was our only true home.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher was in a deep conversation with the captain of the Guard of the Tower when the elf arrived. He acknowledged her bow with a grave nod and was about to speak when a messenger tugged at his sleeve. Words were whispered into the Emperor's ear, and his face lost its newly found mirth. His shoulders slumped and his body seemed burdened with sadness once more. "Very well," he said quietly to the messenger, "You may go."

He trudged towards Valar. "Greetings, brother...I have heard ill rumours. The situation in Earhwesta may be worse than I expected. If these rumours turn out to be fact, I will have no choice but to return with my forces to put down what has arisen."

[Eomer Dinmention]

*As the King Eomer walk with Valar and Cir, Eothain on his right tugs his arm and whispers
"The newcomer seems quite dark and evil to me. I feel as if she was just pretending to be nice. Though i will keep an eye out for you my lord"

"If that is what you wish Eothain, then you may go ahead. But i need your opinions when the council will be held"

"Yes my lord" *Eothain looks at the newcomer and Elgee with dark looks.

[Lorien]

Lorien watched the gathering from afar with mirth in his eyes and decided to celebrate his coming back into ME by joining them. He leapt upon his horse and rode with great speed towards the gathering. As he neared the crowd he slowed his horse to a slow trot and as he passed by people they stared for gone were his customary dark, black clothing. They were replaced by a clothes of a light blue color and his face seemed far less stern and forbidding than before. He rode upto the Emperor Ciryaher and the newly crowned King of Gondor, Valar. As he reached them he smiled slightly and said, "Hail, Emperor Ciryaher and King Valar. 'Tis a glorious day today is it not?"

[Aredhel]

"It was the home of many. Perhaps I was too busy with my own affairs to notice who left. It is sad we only met now, when I am going to leave soon. Here," she says, and she reaches into a pouch at hanging at her waist. She withdraws a mithril necklace with a single tiny gem. She places it in Arathin's palm," This is a token of friendship, delved deep in the mines of Moria, and given to the Elves of Eregion before they were sundered. It is only fit that one of great beauty should wear it. And for you Elessar, I have a gift for you."

She points to the corner and there is a tall object wrapped in white cloth. "That is for you, besides the standard of Feanor. Long have we had it in our keeping."

[Valar]

Valar Nodded gravely at these words "Well my friend, this is indeed bad news, I shall send more troops if it is needed. And please hurry back, for this festival will be nothing without the great sight of Arnorian Military." Valar walked off aimlesly, and looking to the East, saw dark clouds on the horizon.

[Aredhel]

She leaves Elessar and Arathin for a moment, and walks onto the balcony. She looks out over the city of Minas Tirith, taking in one of the last looks she will have of the place.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee notices Eothain's dark looks and blushes. She walks over and greets him.
"Hello, I am Elgee i Nanar, Jester and Nurse to the Rangers. How may I be of service?"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar walks over, and lifts the corner of the cloth to look below it, and it is....

[Arathin]

Arathin put the necklace around her neck. The gem glowed with a flashing silvery light. Slowly she followed Elessar curious to see what wonderous thing he had gotten.

[Elbereth]

Elbereth, who received her letter from Earhwesta well before Ciryaher, had disapeared briefly to prepare for her journey.

She now can be seen crossing the balcony toward Valar. They converse briefly, worry spread on both their faces. It is clear that Valar does not want Elbereth to go, but he submits reluctantly. She then kisses him softly, whispers something in his ear and then places a small gem in his hand. They embrace once more before she departs on a large, majestic, silver eagle.

Blocking the bright rays of the sun with his hand, Valar watches as she takes off towards the western lands of Earhwesta. His eyes follow her as the eagle carries her past the snow cap mountains and toward a land of great uncertainty and danger. A worried expression is spread across Valar's face and he stands unmoving for many momments after she disapeared beyond the golden horizon.

[Eomer Dinmention]

"I am Eothain, Captain of Rillanon. And it is I who should be under your service. If you must, we can talk later. I have news to give"

*Eothain walks off, in the direction to Eomer
As he gets to Eomer, he tuggs Eomer's arm

"Sorry for interrupting my lord. But i have bad news. It is said that a virus is going around our soldiers. 5 of them are very sick. It is said that the Virus, is the Magnite Virus"

"Really, hmm the Magnite Virus, but that Virus was no more last year. How did it come back. Do we have a cure for it?"

"It is said that one of our soldiers, family had it for a while and thus passed it onto that soldier. The soldier then coughed on the other soldiers and they got it. There is a cure, but that is back home in Eodras."

"Ok then,Eothain i want you to take 10 000 men back. Meaning the men, with the flu, the men that have been around them lately. Cure them, and then await to greet Lord Ciryaher's men if they come"

"Yes my lord"

[Aredhel]

...a silver spear. Whenever it moves in light, it shines.

"They wouldn't, meaning the Elves, let me take the Spear of Gil-galad, but I had one made for you. It has a mithril spear-head, so that it will not be shattered in battle. I don't know if you use spears, but I felt that I should give it to you now before I leave. "

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar smiled. "I have weilded many great weapons in my life, but none was so great an honor as this." He walked over and embraced the tall elven woman, and looked into her eyes. Those eyes that had seen so much of what he wished he had been able to experience. He sighed. "Middle Earth will be a sad place soon, all of the Eldar leave, and their memories and experiences leave with them. But how can such an ugly and dangerous world hope to compete with Aman?... After many years have passed there may be whisper in the holy lands, that another half-elven has made the journey...

[Aredhel]

She understood what he was thinking,"You wish to see all that I have seen since I have come to Middle-earth, but I wish only this, that none of that had happened. I have seen too much, far too much. But you may wish what you want too."

She smiles sadly and softly, remembering all too well the fall of Gondolin, and the breaking of Nargothrond...the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. She put that all aside.

"I wish to be there when another half-elven be granted entrance to Aman. I might be there to see it," she smiles at him.

[Arathin]

And I hope that day will one day come. I do wish to see Aman myself. I hear of such beauty there. *Arathin smiled as she spoke to Aredhel, a wistful expression on her face.*

[purplechic144]

Nathia watched all that went on around her. She had been quiet for some time now, contemplating what it was she heard. It seemed as though some sudden despair had reached this fair place, this place she had only just moments before thought to be so happy and joyous. With the keen hearing she had aqquired over many years of living in wilderness, she caught bits of the discussions. She heard news of Earthwesta, though what it was of she did not understand. These affairs, she thought, perhaps were too beyond her power to have meddled in.
As some of the high peoples began to disperse after recieving the news, which Nathia could see had brought them much grief, a captian walked up to the King Eomer, and whispered to him of his distrust of the newcomer. Nathia listened intently. This newcomer he spoke of was her. He turned and looked at her darkly.
The minutes passed while Nathia pondered this thought. She sighed, for too long she had chosen the ways of exile, living off the land and watching people rather than being with them. She had forgotten the meaning of a friend, the fears of encountering new people, and the thoughts of her they felt.
Finally she saw this man, who had introduced himself to Elgee as Eothain, talk with his lord. Now she knew she must do something. She walked over to him, her elvish beauty no longer hidden by dark cloaks. She nods to him, then with the courage she could find she says, "Eothain, Captain of Rillanon, if you are to keep an eye on me I should suggest you use both, for if you take the world with only one eye open as you have been, you will see not all that there is to see. You look upon me with your one eye and see a danger, you see falcity, whereas if you would open your eyes truly you would see me as your friend, and see the aid I may give. I do not know of what it is that troubles your people, but it is my way to help nontheless. A powerful ally I may yet prove to be, but I will give you my word now that a dangerous enemy I am not." She bows to him, and looks up at him with her eyes sad and knowing once more.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee, a healer by trade, decides to follow Eothain.

[Arathin]

Arathin comes to stand beside her husband. "Elessar, what will we do in this time of crisis?"

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher spoke to all the Lords and Ladies present, "Friends, remain here and await my return. Be happy and enjoy yourselves while the time is here."

He smiled and looked at all of those around him, then he looked back to the West. "I will return soon," he said solemnly, and then winded his horn. His troops assembled in a great column, and began to march out of the Pelennor. The Emperor bowed, and then leaped on a light horse to move to the head of the column.

[Eomer Dinmention]

Eothain replies
"Nathia, I sensed evil was about to happen, before i came to Minas Tirith. And when you came along, a new comer out of the woulds, wearing mysterious clothes. I assumed it was you. But do not worry anymore, for I will not be here to keep an eye on you. I must leave
Farewell"

*Eothain rides to the end of the army, and takes the sick men back and the other men back to Edoras

[Aredhel]

She watches the armies move out of the Pelennor. She wondered how her own people fared back home in Rivendell, as with the archers she accompanied here.

She left the balcony, and mingled among the Lords and Ladies. She noticed a strange woman, and she approached her.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee approaches Eomer and curtsies.
"Lord, King of Rohan, my I follow your man Eothain and assist him in his worthy and difficult cause. I rarely exercise my skills as a healer anymore, and it hurts to think of men in anguish."

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Elessar turned to Arathin.
"My dear, I wish that you would stay here and enjoy yourself, but I know that when there is battle afoot you will have no joy save being in it. So come, we must leave. I shall leave Tarien in charge of the presiding armies. *PM*

[Arathin]

Well of course, I shall accompany you. I would do nothing else in a troubled time such as these. As for our men, I believe that we should take a small detail with us. It isn't wise to travel, no matter what the circumstances, without at least a few of one's own men. What about Palan's force of Dunedain and Elves? They are a trust-worthy lot, my dear.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer turns to Elgee

"Well if you want, but i belive only we Rohirrim have the cure and that is back in Edoras. But we would be happy for you to assist. But i must say Eothain left 6 hours ago. And so he would be pretty far away by then. So i suggest you ride fast if u want to catch up with him. I need a messenger to send him a message. I doubt that he will belive you, so i will send one of my own. Theodain"

*Theodain and Elgee start to ride swiftly away of to Rohan

[Aredhel]

She walks up to Eomer,"Are we going to finish that dance?"

[HLGStrider]

Badger gallops over the plains, faster than his relative, the cheetah. Soon the tiny figure of Eothain is visible in the foreground. Elgee bows to him respectfully and together they continue.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*EOthain turns and sees Elgee and Theodain.

He turns to Theodain
Theodain gets off
"Eothain, Lord Eomer, has sent me to order you to take 5000 men back to Minas Tirith, and you can take the other 5000."


"Yes then, you may go and take the 5000 men. Why are u here Elgee"


*Eomer turns to Adrehel
"I believe there is no more dancing now. I believe it is time to show our army in parade. But we shall dance in the after party"

[HLGStrider]

"I am here to assist you with the healing and care of the men... with Lord Eomer's approval. If I cannot be of service, I've always wanted to follow people around watching them do things... it can be interesting."

[Aredhel]

"Sure," she says," although my archers cannot compare to your Riders of Rohan, I'm sure."

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Yes, that would be wise. Come then, my old ship is waiting for us.
*Elessar and Arathin board Elessar's great ship, the one that sailed into the far west, and they set off down the Anduin.

[Arathin]

Arathin and Elessar took their captain Palan's force of men with them on the ship. The ship sailed swiftly down the Anduin.

[Eomer Dinmention]

Ahh do not worry Adrehel, I am looking forward to see, your elven archers.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer rises up.

"Well i think that it is time to feast"

As Eomer's men start to eat their food from their lands.

The rulers have their own little gathering

Consisting of Lord Cir and Kem, Ellesar and Arathin, Valar and Elbereth, Mithrandir and Tal. Lorien, Adrehel and Eomer, Mormegil, Aerin.

"They walk in and sit in their places

"They start to eat"

*Eomer clicks his hand the waiters comes.
Next to Eomer is Mithrandir

"Ahh old Mith, it has been so long since we have feasted together. It has been so long since i had a true Asian dish ahahahhahaah.
Ok Waiter, for an
Entree: i'll have the Crab Claws, and Shark Fin soup
Main: I'll have a small boiled Rice, Birds Nest Combination and Steak and Black bean
Desert: I'll have Fried Icecram and a Banana Fritter

Ahh thats better

[Mithrandir]

"So true so true old friend. Waiter! I'll have the same as he......"

[Ciryaher]

Messages arrive in Osgiliath and Edoras informing the lords that Arnor is on its way back.

[Aredhel]

She's sitting near the end of the table.

"I just don't know what to have. To tell you the truth, I miss Rivendell's food. Any suggestions?"

[HLGStrider]

Elgee's cats, who had remained behind, serve some of the guest their food, balancing trays on their heads and backs and napkins on their tails...

[Ciryaher]

The vast army of Arnor is seen passing through the Gap of Rohan at sunrise. The Emperor send runners ahead to inform the Lord Eomer that Ciryaher will be passing through in haste and will be unable to stop in Edoras.

[Ciryaher]

Late in the night, while the waning moon sat low in the sky, the Army of Arnor voicelessly marched onto the Pelennor and simply slept where they were. No fire was made; no tent pitched. A slumberful atmosphere lay over those camped around the White City.

[Mithrandir]

In the night air a strange figure cloaked in white road up to the sleeping army of Arnor. He slowly rode up to the camp and got off his horse. He stealthly slipped by the guards and went to a small fire where a man cloaked inn black awaited. Upon further inspection the man was not any normal being. Upon his head was a small crown, and he shown with power underneath the garments.

Mithrandir sat next to the fire and warmed himself,"My lord, you will be happy to know that all is going as planned. We shall be ready by tommorrow, and the festival was a complete success. No one has suspected the true cause."

Ciryaher, Emperor of Arnor, looked Mithrandir in the eyes,"The time has finally come old friend. We shall attain what has been meant to happen for a long time. This shall be a trying time, but I am glad we have who we have to assist us in these trials. Go, and tell the captains to be ready by tommorrow."

"Yes My Lord, as you wish." Mithrandir picked himself up and began to head out.
"And, Mithrandir..."
"Yes My lord?"
"May the Valar protect you."
"Yes My Lord"

Mithrandir stole away, back to his horse, and rode back to the Celebration of the West.......

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer watches Mithrandir slips out
"Now what is that old man doing now"

*Eomer continues to eat while discussing with Eothain

"Go and buy us supplies for us to get back home. Buy us alot of supplies"

"Yes my Lord"

[Ciryaher]

As sunrise approaches, the land seems to have darkened more than usual. All is quiet, and the land is deathly still....

And then a cauk (intentional misspelling) crowed, and the sun's first beams raced over the peaks of the Ephel Duath, and they danced over shining metal. For, behold, there was the vast army of Arnor standing silent in full battle gear.

A sleepy sentinel in the White Tower was one of the few to see it with his own eyes, but the news quickly spread. Amidst the army were light handcarts carrying strange collections of metal and framing wood. The Army was formed into a gigantic delta, and if one were to let fly some magical arrow in the same direction as the wedge was pointed, one might very well pierce the banner atop Barad Gostannen.

The Emperor stood upon a low stone wall and spoke:

Friends, allies, and fellow servants of the West; Hail! This is the hour of which I have spoken to you all--the final hour of peace. Let our words be turned to deeds, and let us do that which is our duty, right, and honor!

He then took a horn from the commanders of the Praetorian (Jahrdur and Ervûrkéä, both mysterious men in themselves) and winded such a horrible note that those with unprepared and simple hearts were stricken with fear and they hid themselves.

With a great shout of death and a clashing of weapon upon shield, the Army moved forward toward Osgiliath.

[Aredhel]

Hearing that note on the Horn, she stood up and walked out to the balcony to see better. Before, she saw the vast army of Arnor leaving.

[Ciryaher]

Ok, this is to let you all know. No fighting occurs in this thread, and as soon as the battle is underway, this becomes a discussion thread. You can assemble your army, but then you go to either the Formen or the Romen thread (according to which route you'll be taking).

[Mormegil]

Mormegil watched the troops of Arnor begin to march away. Then, drawing his own horn to his lips he blew the signal for his army to ready themselves to move.
The Dwarves assembled themselves into squadrons, the sun shining brightly off of the silver trim on their armour. The squadrons were assembled quickly and Mormegil gave a second blow on the horn, signalling the order to start marching.

The host of Ered Nimrais, numbering some 20,000 set off, following the army of Arnor towards Osgilliath. Mormegil rode at the front with his rangers, and the squadrons of Dwarves marched behind.

[Mithrandir]

Mithrandir stepped up next to Ciryaher and bowed low,"My lord the troopsof Cardolan are ready and at your service, as well as my regiment of Mitril Knights. It is a fine day for battle my lord....."

[HLGStrider]

Elgee's cats cower in a corner... They send out desperate telepathic messages for their mistress.

[Ecthelion]

Nain rides up all in black a distance away on a hill. He gets of and whispers something. Then 5 zombies sprout from the ground. Nain orders "Make me a hammock there!" He points to a tree, and to one he says "You make me a margarita!" Soon the hammock is finished Nain lays down and sips his margarits then orders "Ok now fight to the death." Nain watched as the zombies fight eachother.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee, who's telepathic cats have relayed this happening, relays to the telepathic cats that Nain is sick.

[Ecthelion]

Thanks Elgee:D

[Snaga]

ooc (1) can you kiddies play elsewhere please:rolleyes:

ooc (2) Cir can I check the translation of 'Dagosaur I Numeneva' - I make this Abhorred Battle of the Powers of the West, or something like that?

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer stands next to Cir

"Well this is, I shall soon see you later Lord Cir, Farewell and may that Valar protect you"

*Eomer rides down into his army
He then blows his own horn, which of Eothain and his other captains hear, they then blow there own horn. And the men stand up, wearing there full armour.

They head to Osgiliath following the troops of Arnor.

Going into Osgiliath with 38 000 troops, leaving the rest to defend their kingdom.

They army of Rohan trod and march to Osgiliath.
Eothain next to Eomer, the other captains had other important duties to take.
On Eomer's right was Theodain, his Leutinent.

They disussed how they would take the army.
"You Eothain will take at least 100 Eoreds same with you Theodain.
I will take the most, though. I will have my Calaviers with me"

[Kementari]

OOC: My Quenyain sucks but it roughly means the great/abominable battle of the West

[Aredhel]

She walks outside and to where her archers were camped. She calls for Asfaloth to be brought to her, and she gets on. She commands them to assemble and they move out, following the path of the Army of Arnor.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*An messenger riding on a horse, comes by.

He runs and runs to everywhere. He then finally meets up with the Kem and Elbereth

"my Lady, I have been sent by my King Eomer, Where is Lord Valar. War is on the way, and we need him and Gondor to help."

[Aredhel]

She gallops back to Rivendell.