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Airerûthiel · 12-20-2002, 09:34 AM

Elentari heard the sound of horses' hooves and song in the woods nearby, and froze as though she had slept outside on a bitterly cold night and was now stuck to the branch until the frost melted. From her position she watched the new figure approach her, and she turned away as soon as she heard the singer's Elvish lament, not knowing if this person offered help or hatred.

The figure was female, stuck halfway between being a girl far advanced in her childhood and a woman beginning her adult life. She was dressed in black, and the hood of her cape was pulled up over her face. On the belt around her waist hung a pipe and a scabbard bearing the symbol of a green shield with a white horse facing right and a noticeable brownish-red stain upon its supple leather. The horse she rode was a fine bay stallion, and she spoke to it in the Ancient Tongue.

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"Who are you?" Airerûthiel looked up to see a female Elf sitting in the branches of a nearby tree. "What business do you have here in Mirkwood?" The speech was in the High Tongue, which comforted her a little in this strange land.

The half-Elf dismounted and whispered to her horse, "Sérë." She then bowed low to her new acquaintance, and whipped back her hood to reveal a pale face, raven hair dressed in the Elven style, and eyes as green as emeralds. "Who desires that knowledge?" she asked in the same speech.

"I am Elentari Greenleaf, and I am an Elf of Rivendell." Elentari climbed down from the tree until she stood before the one who was half her kind. "But you have still not answered my question."

"They call me Airerûthiel," replied the Gondorian, "and my horse is Sérë. My mother was an Elf and my father a Man of Gondor. When they were slain in the massacre of the Rocconinquë five years ago, when I was just ten years old, I became a Ranger. I have come from the inn of the Green Dragon at Bywater in the Shire, and have been travelling some days. But what is this place?"

"This is Mirkwood, home of the Elves," replied Elentari. She noticed Airerûthiel's begin to grow wide with anxiety, and the half-Elf inched back towards her horse. "Why do you run from me? I will not hurt you, and I only offer the hand of friendship."

"I am not welcome here," said Airerûthiel. "My cousins Laitalathion and Maikadurion have been here a few years ago, and without wishing to give a bad press to the Elves, I was told their reception was not exactly the perfect one."

Elentari laughed, a sound like gentle summer rain. "You will not be turned away because your blood is not pure Elven," she said. "Come, you seem weary and lonely. I shall take you back to the house of Mirkwood."

[ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ]

[ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ]

12-20-2002, 09:34 AM	#142
Airerûthiel Wight Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: The Long Lake Posts: 228	Elentari heard the sound of horses' hooves and song in the woods nearby, and froze as though she had slept outside on a bitterly cold night and was now stuck to the branch until the frost melted. From her position she watched the new figure approach her, and she turned away as soon as she heard the singer's Elvish lament, not knowing if this person offered help or hatred. The figure was female, stuck halfway between being a girl far advanced in her childhood and a woman beginning her adult life. She was dressed in black, and the hood of her cape was pulled up over her face. On the belt around her waist hung a pipe and a scabbard bearing the symbol of a green shield with a white horse facing right and a noticeable brownish-red stain upon its supple leather. The horse she rode was a fine bay stallion, and she spoke to it in the Ancient Tongue. ~~~~~ "Who are you?" Airerûthiel looked up to see a female Elf sitting in the branches of a nearby tree. "What business do you have here in Mirkwood?" The speech was in the High Tongue, which comforted her a little in this strange land. The half-Elf dismounted and whispered to her horse, "Sérë." She then bowed low to her new acquaintance, and whipped back her hood to reveal a pale face, raven hair dressed in the Elven style, and eyes as green as emeralds. "Who desires that knowledge?" she asked in the same speech. "I am Elentari Greenleaf, and I am an Elf of Rivendell." Elentari climbed down from the tree until she stood before the one who was half her kind. "But you have still not answered my question." "They call me Airerûthiel," replied the Gondorian, "and my horse is Sérë. My mother was an Elf and my father a Man of Gondor. When they were slain in the massacre of the Rocconinquë five years ago, when I was just ten years old, I became a Ranger. I have come from the inn of the Green Dragon at Bywater in the Shire, and have been travelling some days. But what is this place?" "This is Mirkwood, home of the Elves," replied Elentari. She noticed Airerûthiel's begin to grow wide with anxiety, and the half-Elf inched back towards her horse. "Why do you run from me? I will not hurt you, and I only offer the hand of friendship." "I am not welcome here," said Airerûthiel. "My cousins Laitalathion and Maikadurion have been here a few years ago, and without wishing to give a bad press to the Elves, I was told their reception was not exactly the perfect one." Elentari laughed, a sound like gentle summer rain. "You will not be turned away because your blood is not pure Elven," she said. "Come, you seem weary and lonely. I shall take you back to the house of Mirkwood." [ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ] [ January 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airerûthiel ] __________________ 'If they give you ruled paper, write the other way' - Juan Ramón Jiménez I love pirates!