A New Fellowship

*Blade sang, movements swift, swing and dodge. She looked to be dancing, graceful, but deadly. Ork heads found themselves rolling on the grass that now looked rather red. Just ahead and to the side, Brathorn fought with and killed several orks that had tried to come at him. She had no time to look for Ashinin, but she could feel that he was not far away. Hard breathing behind her caused her to spin around. The monster raised it's blade, planing to slash through the thin body in his way. She was able to leap to the side just as the jagged blade started to fall, only pausing to have the beast find that her sword had plunged deeply into where it's heart should be...*

 

*Sighing under his breath, Ashinin drew his broad sword and runs into battle, slicing an orc's arm and then it's throat. Seeing several orcs coming towards him, Ashinin points his sword at them and whispers,* "Ruth fea, gurth anna." *Ashinin wavers as the orcs fall down with screams of pain, regaining himself, he quickly kills off the disabled orcs.*

 

Brathorn sighed, Another easy battle. he continued onwards towards the mountains, curious about his speech, he fell back towards Ashinin. " Did you get that from the Nazgul? Or is it part of your family?" He shrugged and left him to ponder. Brathorn then came to a clearing, he kneeled to the ground. "There are no fresh tracks, we shall rest here tonight, unless you have anywhere else in mind." Raja, who had been behind the group for the whole trip, came bounding up in his normal, proudful walk. He cuddled up next to Brathorn and fell instantly asleep. " So...Who has the first watch?"

 

"I'll take the first watch, I don't like to get up very early anyways." *After saying this, Ashinin moved towards a large rock in the clearing and quickly scaled to the top.*

 

*Dulin had gathered some stray wood and things and now a fire burned warmly, though she had thought to hide the light by placing it in the bottom of a slight pit. Resting not far from the fire, she looked up to where Ashinin keep watch before letting her gaze wander over the clearing. The trees hid some of the stars, but from where they were, one could enjoy the view without being easily seen. Without looking at him...* "Brathorn? Now that we are heading away from the only place the ring might have been kept in safety... where dose our path now lead? Perhaps we should not go through the mountains, something about them worries me." *Her eyes locked on his now* "And what if our 'friend' should prove to have other things in mind then destroying the ring? For that matter, how do we not know he will vanish when we sleep?" *Voice low, it held a cold, worried tone*

 

Name: Bucky Tumbletoe

Gender/Race: Male/Hobbit

Age: 48

General Appearance: Bucky is about 3 1/2 feet tall and has a nice round tummy. He has a full head of dark brown curly hair and a medium complextion. He has large, hairy feet ofcourse and seems to always wear a smile upon his face. He prefers wool clothing vs. cloth or leather, and colors in the blues and greens and LOTS of pockets. His cheeks are pudgy and often reddish, however, his fingers are quite nimble. He wears a should bag that is a sturdy water-resistant leather.

Personality: Bucky is a Hobbit that loves a challenge. This is particularly the main reason that trouble has always followed him. He is a fast talker and thinker. He praises wealth among everything else and will take chances to obtain it. Which has given him an unsavory reputation about The Shire. He can lift the moods of all around him and will make jokes even in the most dire of situations. For he has never truely faced his death and so takes such chances.

Skills: This particular Hobbit is an expert at identifying and defeating almost any trap or lock with his masterwork lockpick set which he keeps so well hidden among his many pockets that he often has trouble remembering where he put them. He has learned to use his senses over and above that of a normal Hobbit and is unrivaled in the ways of stealth and pick-pocketing. He also is very knowledgable of coins, gems, jewelry and famed artifacts. He is excellent at thrown weapons and Archery. He prefers the use of a Bola to killing.

Possessions: He has a water-resistant leather shoulder bag, a hidden masterwork lockpick kit, 2x- 50 foot lengths of elven rope, a waterskin and dried rations for a few days, 2 Bolas, 8 throwing knives. a leather coin purse with 250gp (the rest is hidden), a small whitling knife, a reed pipe, a small bag of Tobin leaf, flint and steel.

History: TBD

(No Fellowship can be without at least, one token Hobbit, If it doesnt work out what I post, I will edit for you.)

Bucky was out of breath, he had no idea that people moved so fast. It had been dreadfully difficult to follow them and yet stay hidden and secret. He ate his last ration and was very hungry. Tonight, he decided to plan a small raid. The kind that he alone could pull off. That night he would eat well he thought to himself.

Diversions were his specialty and he thought this one was nothing less then a work of art. Within the crook of a tree branch, he nestled 3 large stones, and sacked them so they would not land at the same time. With a long piece of vine, he tied a small, fallen piece of wood. He wound the vine around the tree several times and tested how long it would take to unwind. When the wood unwound, it would swing, and hit the first of the three stones, and set the stones tumbling into the brush one at a time. He readied his diversion and silently stalked nearby their camp. He listened for the first stone drop. *thud* The woman elf stood up immediately, and the other 2 looked in its direction. *thud*. Weapons were drawn, and they moved from the fire light. The one in on the stone hopped down and moved up. *thud* The mean looking one together with his large cat rushed the bushes as the other two stayed in reserve. He slid across the ground to where their packs were and began fishing within them as quietly as he could. Finding food and other items he stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth as he sat down and began to examine the contents of their packs.

 

oh! too fun!

*As she waited for Brathorn to answer her, there was a sudden noise in the brush not far from their camp. She stood quickly to her feet and looked into the darkness, trying to think what this might be. Her ears sharp, listening for the slightest of sounds and not letting any go unnoticed. It was only a slight jingling that caused her to, in one swift, sudden and completely quiet movement, spin and stand now at where their bags were piled on the ground. The cool tip of her blade rested just under a round little chin and her voice was low and almost threatening.* "What do we have here? A little thief is it? Where did you come from!?"

 

He munched on a piece of dried beef as he rummaged. What he thought was useful he set aside and what he did not want, he left inside the pack. He rubbed a juicy apple upon his tunic and as he did he felt something cool rub against his chin, ever so slightly. He immediately, dropped the apple and held up his hands but made no other movements. His voice was high pitched and he was truely somewhat surprised.

"Um...ahh..oh, were these your packs? I didn't know. I just came over and saw the fire. I smelled some food and well." He smiled his best smile. The kind in which tamed enraged Kings. "Ohhh, ohh"... he started as the others made their way up to them. He stood with his hands still up. "Bucky Tumbletoe is me name. I swear I didn't eat much!" He exclaimed. "Surely you can not fault a lil guy like me for having at some food. As I said I saw no one here and well." he stopped suddenly and gulped as a large cat licked its lips at his eye level. "Nice kitty, heh." He said, not once did he lower his hands.

 

*A slight laugh could be heard though the blade remained at his neck.* "Yes my good Tumbletoe, these are our bags." *The sight of this little man, hands stretched above the curly head of hair and little round face trying to show what must be his best smile, was almost the oddest thing she could remember seeing. She was not about to feel sorry for him, not when he had decided to make such an interesting entrance into their camp. As Raja stood still, watching Bucky as though wishing he might try to run, she laughed again.* "It would appear that someone had better think twice about what they say and do. What sort of being are you, little one? And what are you doing out here?" *The others stood watching, weapons still at the ready, though the face of Brathorn showed some slight amusement.*

 

He took the tip of his finger and touched the tip of her blade. "Ooo, sharp heh," he said as he skillfully sidestepped it, hands still in the air. "Well, there is no fooling you, no siree bobbers." He bent over, picked up the apple and bit into it. WIth his mouth full he said, "I knew the first time I saw you three that you were up to something. Yeppers I did. Bucky I says, those three look like they are going to find adventure. I was soo bored and so I decided to follow you. Before I knew it, my rations had run out. I forgot to bring enough and did not know where you were going. Well, thats not true, I do know where your going, well, carrying the ring and all, heh." Just like that he swallowed hard, dropped the apple and clamped his hands over his mouth with his eyes as big as saucers. He knew there would be no quick fix for that slip up.

 

Brathorn chuckled at the little hobbit, he was so amusing he couldn't help as laugh and give a piece of lembas to him. "Perhaps this will ease your hunger. And now now Raja.. You don't want to eat our guest. His smile then turned to a frown. " As we have an expert thief here..I will take the watch for tonight." He sat down and Raja began to pace Bucky. " We will continue on at dawn..I expect you to carry your weight for all the food you have eaten." He drew his sword and placed it at his side.

 

"And that he will, else he find that the food is not as easily gained as it has been." *She had lowered her sword yet still kept Bucky under close watch. What he had just said had her wondering.* "How long have you been following us and what do you know, little one?" *Her voice had a softer tone to it now, though her eyes flashed slightly.*

 

Soething didn't feel right about this hobbit, Brathorn sheathed his sword but his eyes were painful to see, they were a twisted sort of bloodshot red and any fool who would try to come near him would be dead in a second. His eyes turned back and he pulled back out his sword and began to intimidate him. " I see you are not from around here, the dirt clumps on your clothes prove it. So where did you come from?"

 

He looked at the man oddly. "Where do I come from? Did you hit your head? I have been on your trail since Rivendell if it matters to you. However, I think you will need my services before you know it." He moved over to the fire and warmed his hands.

 

*Emerging from the brush, Ashinin looked confused and agitated.* "Well there was nothing there..., oh hello, what do we have here?, a Hobbit." *Ashinin moved over beside Brathorn and studied the small being with annoyance and admiration. "Clever fellow here, but not something I like in a stranger."

 

"Well, cleverness I be born with and I can not do anything bout that, however, the stranger part I can." He bows before Ash. "I am Bucky Tumbletoe of the Shire mylord, and I am at your service. What may I ask, are your names?" He said as he peered around with a smile.

 

"Well brumbly..Ehem I mean Bucky, my name is Brathorn. A Ranger of the Dunedain." He did not think it was good to say where he was from. " So who is next?" His ears pricked up and he drew his sword."Orcs are getting close and it is almost dawn, we should continue this conversation another time." Brathorn sheathed his sword and packed up. He began to walk away when he turned to Bucky. "Maybe you'd like to join us Master Tumbletoe?" He then cursed and made a violent gesture in midair. "Oh...Sorry but the orcs found our trail."

 

Name: Atreyu (Given by Elrond) Grey-Leaf (The only name he ever knew)
Race: Half Elf (Elf leaning)
Weapons/Gear: initial leather armor, elvish bow arrows and swords, later gear and weapons of Imladris
Appearance: dark hair, violet eyes, tall and thin strong hands with nimble fingers, strong elvish features with human traits
Backstory: The half elf who would come to be called Atreyu began his life under the name Grey-Leaf. His parents were killed during a time when interracial coupling was heavily frowned upon. Grey-Leaf wondered around for several years until one night when he had a vision of Luthien who bade him to "Seek Star-Dome at Imladris". Upon arriving at Rivendell, Elrond gave him the name Atreyu and took him under his wing teaching him all manner of things. From elven magic and lore to fighting skills and tactics. Elrond had become as a father to Atreyu.