Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 10:49:42 GMT -5
Ecthelion rose gracefully, to bow, one hand on breast, the hip length spill of his hair swirling, ' Suilad, hiril nin ' he said in his rich voice, the silver-grey eyes, which held the light of the Trees, as did all the Eldar born long ago, in the bliss of Valinor, looked down at her from under heavy lashes. Noldor eyes, Noldor hair, for all the Noldor were dark, save for the golden House of Finarfin, like Galadriel, and Glorfindel, who's mother had been a blonde Vanyar. ' I do but travel, I came seeking a friend in Middle Earth, for I am come but lately from the Blessed Realm. The lands are strange to me now, for I have not lived here since the first Age and now al those lands lie under the waves of Belegaer.My name is Ecthelion, once of Gondolin, lieutenant of King Turgon. '
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Ryoko
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Post by Ryoko on Nov 19, 2005 12:52:24 GMT -5
Ryoko walked into the inn, dropping her traveling cloak onto a pegged stand at the door, she went to the innkeeper and asked for someone to attend to her horse who was tethered outside. Then she dropped a few coins on the counter and asked for a cup of wine. Lothlorien wine was not to her taste, really, compared to the stronger, more full bodied Mirkwood vintage, she found it poor and watery, and wondered why so many high elves raved about it. She was tierd from her journey and didnt notice the Noldor or the Queen as they spoke, as she seemed to be soft sopken and talking quietly and he the sort not to draw unwanted attention to himself....though he probably did, more than he realised. 'A stable and a room for the night, if you have one,' she said to the Elf who returned after sending someone to see to her horse and carry in her travel bag from its saddle. 'Hannon lle,'
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 13:07:31 GMT -5
Ecthelion heard the womans voice and turned sightly, inclining his head as his eyes met hers, Sylvan wood elf, he thought, surely I'm right, Not as tall as the Noldor, and many were dark, he had had little to do with them in the Elder Days, although both the Sindar of Doriath and the Teleri of the Falas harboured the Sylvan Elves, who were always justly famed for their quickness and unparalled skill with the longbow. The Galadhrim he had so far seen, seemed to be some offshoot, or tribe, as many were fair, although not as golden as Glorfindel or Galadriel, who's hair was like molten gold metal. ' Suilad, ' he intoned politely, to the woman.
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Ryoko
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Post by Ryoko on Nov 19, 2005 13:19:04 GMT -5
'Suilad,' she returned, tipping back her loosely nraided hair to see the Noldor, and then returned back to her drink, crossing her intricatly laved, mud splatterd riding boots. 'You are not Galadhrim,' she looked back, speaking in the high language, and then switching to sindarin with an almost dark smile, You are almost as out of place in this place as me, she thanked the bar tender and then took a seat near by. It was unusual, in this kingdon, where people prided themselves on golden beauty, to see a Dark haired Elf, and more so, one who could only be a full blooded Noldor, the dark hair and eyes, like those of Feanor and his sons, about whom everything was legendary.
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 13:24:15 GMT -5
He heard her private, mental words and smiled faintly, intrigued, in this world where few seemed to speak, or to discuss anything with him.
' No hiril nin, the Galadhrim are Telerin Elves who turned aside from the Great Journey in the First Age, east of the Misty Mountains, and journeyed down the River Anduin. Some few later came into Beleriand and dwelt in Ossiriand, while those that remained founded realms of their own. The people of Lórien are of this kind, as are the Wood-elves of Mirkwood. But the two were sundered a long while, ' he gave a gesture of apology at his lecture, silver grey eyes alight with laughter. ' So few have spoken to me, lady, that I forgot myself, but of course you are right, I am Noldo, '
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Ryoko
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Post by Ryoko on Nov 19, 2005 13:29:37 GMT -5
'And I'm Ryoko,' she smiled, 'no appology, please.' She paid the innkeeper to bring him another drink. 'You have traveled far from the blessed lands, it's strange for anyone to come back from tehre, the pull of the sea is so strong to so many, even now, Why did you return? So you intend to return soon or eventually?' She laughed at herself, 'now its my appology, inquisitive....nosey, would be more accurate,' she smiled, 'Its nice to have someone interesting to speak with.'
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 13:35:16 GMT -5
He nodded, ' There seems a strange .. lack of courtesy or perhaps interest, in the places I have been, or some of them, ' he thanked her as he drank. ' But my reason is as old as time, in Gondolin and even before, in Aman, my closest friend was Glorfindel, head of the House of the Golden Flower. Of course every-one knows of him, I read a poem of him in Imladris, where he dwells, I came to find him, but he was not there, and no-one could tell me anything more, ' He tilted his head slightly from side to side , observing her hair, and his white, even teeth gleamed in a smile, ' warrior braids, hiril nin? I have seen few woman who wear those, ' They had to be earned in battle, that custom still applied.
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Symbianne
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Post by Symbianne on Nov 19, 2005 15:41:19 GMT -5
Symbianne smiled at both of them and said* I feel honoured to have you here and I hope to make it possible for you to enjoy your stay. Who is that friend of yours you wish to find Lord Ecthelion?*
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 15:58:27 GMT -5
' Glorfindel, hiril nin, ' he said, turning his head, ' Lord Glorfindel Head of the House of the Golden Flower, whos home has long been in Imladris, yet he was gone from there , and so I travel, to learn of what happens in Middle Earth in these latter times, and also, perchance, to find him , if Eru wills, ' his spread his elegant, strong hands ' and if not, ... Middle earth is wide, and beautiful, my time is not wasted, '
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Symbianne
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Post by Symbianne on Nov 19, 2005 16:07:14 GMT -5
She smiled and motioned him and the lady to sit down as she sat down in front of them both and said* I have heard of him many tales, but as many of our kin, there is little to tell where tiehr hearts have taken them. I hope you find him, if not you are always welcomed among us for Lothlorien hold a care heart for the friends of Glrofindel.*
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 16:22:24 GMT -5
The long lashed eyes reflected firelight, like a burning glass, as he smiled, ' You are gracious, and he would be honoured, I know, a valiant and noble Noldo and mighty warrior, is my friend, so I have always known him, ' He looked her over, ' the March Wardens of your land spoke of you, you are the daughter of Galadriel, I think? You have some of her looks, and those of Finarfins House, and a great house, at that. Tell me of Lorien, lady, '
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Symbianne
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Post by Symbianne on Nov 19, 2005 16:46:53 GMT -5
She smiled gently and said looking at him* Indeed I am, blessed to be her daughted and more blessed matter of fact for ruling such fair lands, I would have never dreamed of this life I have. These lands are one of the most ancient ones inhabited by the elves since I can remember to be taught. An old age covers these woods in wizdom and beauty, I am sure you will find it of your like.*
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 16:51:08 GMT -5
He nodded, ' We of Aman have heard of Lorien through those who sailed west from the Havens, how Lady Galadriel protected it throughout the time of Saurons dominion with Nenya, the Ring of Adamant. But we heard, indeed, knew even in Beleriand in the First Age, that your mother was wed to lord Celeborn, a kinsman of Thingol of Doriath. Yet I heard that was no longer so? Elves rarely leave those they love, ' He crossed one booted foot over his leg, shrugging the rich robe back from his wide shoulders ' Yet you are not Celeborns daughter, '
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Symbianne
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Post by Symbianne on Nov 19, 2005 16:57:22 GMT -5
She thought for a moment before answering with a soft voice so alike her mother's* Many things in life change but knew not of any engagements with Lord Celeborn, I only knew of her love for my father, and their marriage. Maybe you were disinformed for she is the being with the most love I could have ever met. * She then raised her hand showing a glittering ring with so much grace.* Behold the ring of nenya now trusted to my keeping.* It shone as she lowered her hand* I will not let her down.*
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Ecthelion
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Post by Ecthelion on Nov 19, 2005 17:10:45 GMT -5
He looked at the ring, feeling the power of the Elven Smiths who fashioned it in Eregion long ago, but he shook his head, kindly. She had a look of her mother, but he had never heard of any-one called Thraden, who was spoken of as her father, not in Aman, or in Beleriand. Every-one knew of Galadriel and Celeborn. ' Nay lady, perhaps Lady Galadriel , for reasons best known to herself , kept that knowledge from you. I knew her, I was born over twenty thousand years ago, in Tirion , as was she, Seven thousand years ago, Galadriel dwelled with Melian the Maia, in Doriath, and there met Celeborn. But it is not my business of course, ' he gave a light shrug. Some of the ancient marriages had not lasted, Feanors, Fingolfins, Finrod Felagund, Galadriels brother. He rose and bowed, ' I thankyou for your graciousness, I will walk awhile before I go to my rooms, ' he walked with his easy, warriors grace to the door.
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