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mark12_30 · 04-28-2003, 08:19 AM

LinGalad slowly walked towards the wall that encircled Isengard, and hesitated, thinking that once he went inside and started meeting people, he would probably meet a lot of people at once. He wondered how often elves came this way, and wondered whether he might not be as much of a novelty in Isengard as a man might be in Greenwood. And he wondered whether that might be fun, or just uncomfortable. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable it sounded and the more his pace slowed.

But he entered the city anyway, and found that he remained relatively unmolested except for a few odd glances that were sent his way. In fact, he was basically ignored. He wandered the marketplace, and wondered who he should ask about Fangorn forest, and what to do. Finally, he turned towards Orthanc. Perhaps someone there might know.

Sure enough, the guard looked him up and down, and nodded as he gave his name and place of origin. As soon as he mentioned Fangorn, the guard waved him into the stone tower and gestured towards a large room. LinGalad hesitated at the door looking into the large council hoping for a friendly or familiar face, almost wishing he had been refused admittance. He wasn't the only elf there, was he? Fortunately, most of the people there were focused on the speaker and he was able to slip in to the meeting and hide in the back. He took a deep breath and made himself listen to the discussion, hoping all the while that he would find an elf to talk to. The large, dark, forbidding stonework that rose all around him made him feel as if he was somehow inside a tomb of men. He did not like the feeling.

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04-28-2003, 08:19 AM	#12
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	LinGalad slowly walked towards the wall that encircled Isengard, and hesitated, thinking that once he went inside and started meeting people, he would probably meet a lot of people at once. He wondered how often elves came this way, and wondered whether he might not be as much of a novelty in Isengard as a man might be in Greenwood. And he wondered whether that might be fun, or just uncomfortable. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable it sounded and the more his pace slowed. But he entered the city anyway, and found that he remained relatively unmolested except for a few odd glances that were sent his way. In fact, he was basically ignored. He wandered the marketplace, and wondered who he should ask about Fangorn forest, and what to do. Finally, he turned towards Orthanc. Perhaps someone there might know. Sure enough, the guard looked him up and down, and nodded as he gave his name and place of origin. As soon as he mentioned Fangorn, the guard waved him into the stone tower and gestured towards a large room. LinGalad hesitated at the door looking into the large council hoping for a friendly or familiar face, almost wishing he had been refused admittance. He wasn't the only elf there, was he? Fortunately, most of the people there were focused on the speaker and he was able to slip in to the meeting and hide in the back. He took a deep breath and made himself listen to the discussion, hoping all the while that he would find an elf to talk to. The large, dark, forbidding stonework that rose all around him made him feel as if he was somehow inside a tomb of men. He did not like the feeling. [ April 28, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.