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The Perky Ent · 05-19-2004, 02:34 PM

As Arathorn finished his dancing, Elrond came up to him. The other men and elves were all dancing and having a great time. Arathorn had single-handedly turned the dinner into a full party. As Elrond finally reached Arathorn, he was speechless. Finally, his brow tightened as he said, "A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien. Come outside and look at the stars with me! I need to speak to you alone! ” Arathorn’s jolly face froze as he slowly walked out from his party. Far away from the party, where it could barely be heard, Elrond began to sigh.

“It was all my fault. I should have expected this.” Elrond said as he closed his eyes to meditate. “Yes. It is obvious. I, of course, don’t blame you or your men. No one is to blame.” Elrond said. “Is there a problem Lord Elrond? I was not aware of a problem at the party.” Arathorn said, trying to comprehend what he did wrong. “Well, truth be told, I didn’t expect any dancing!” Elrond said, giving a small chuckle. “Oh! So that’s it! Well, I’m terrible sorry! Should I stop the party?” Arathorn said, feeling very bad about himself. “No! Please don’t! Let the men have their fun!” Elrond said. The night sky shined brightly as Arathorn took a seat on a bench. In looking at the stars, Arathorn felt like the world was on his side. He gave a great sigh as he spent many hours wondering the mysteries of space. After a while, Arathorn realized the party was over. Giving a great yawn, Arathorn left for his room.

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The next morning, Arathorn found trouble waking up. Although the fresh air from the night before helped, he was finding trouble curing his mild hangover. As he got dressed, ready for departure, he found trouble putting on his cloths. He was rather fond of Imladris, and hated leaving it. It felt like the cold chill of winter. As he walked into the courtyard before the gate of Rivendell, he could feel the chill glide through his body. As the men and elves gathered around, Elrond walked up to then in fine green clothing. “Tenn’ enomentielva! Namárie! Until we meet again. Goodbye.” Elrond said, giving a small wave. Arathorn, with Elladan and Elrohir at his side, began to take the first steps of their quest. It had begun.

05-19-2004, 02:34 PM	#43
The Perky Ent Maniacal Mage Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side! Posts: 3,297	"So it begins" As Arathorn finished his dancing, Elrond came up to him. The other men and elves were all dancing and having a great time. Arathorn had single-handedly turned the dinner into a full party. As Elrond finally reached Arathorn, he was speechless. Finally, his brow tightened as he said, "A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien. Come outside and look at the stars with me! I need to speak to you alone! ” Arathorn’s jolly face froze as he slowly walked out from his party. Far away from the party, where it could barely be heard, Elrond began to sigh. “It was all my fault. I should have expected this.” Elrond said as he closed his eyes to meditate. “Yes. It is obvious. I, of course, don’t blame you or your men. No one is to blame.” Elrond said. “Is there a problem Lord Elrond? I was not aware of a problem at the party.” Arathorn said, trying to comprehend what he did wrong. “Well, truth be told, I didn’t expect any dancing!” Elrond said, giving a small chuckle. “Oh! So that’s it! Well, I’m terrible sorry! Should I stop the party?” Arathorn said, feeling very bad about himself. “No! Please don’t! Let the men have their fun!” Elrond said. The night sky shined brightly as Arathorn took a seat on a bench. In looking at the stars, Arathorn felt like the world was on his side. He gave a great sigh as he spent many hours wondering the mysteries of space. After a while, Arathorn realized the party was over. Giving a great yawn, Arathorn left for his room. ~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, Arathorn found trouble waking up. Although the fresh air from the night before helped, he was finding trouble curing his mild hangover. As he got dressed, ready for departure, he found trouble putting on his cloths. He was rather fond of Imladris, and hated leaving it. It felt like the cold chill of winter. As he walked into the courtyard before the gate of Rivendell, he could feel the chill glide through his body. As the men and elves gathered around, Elrond walked up to then in fine green clothing. “Tenn’ enomentielva! Namárie! Until we meet again. Goodbye.” Elrond said, giving a small wave. Arathorn, with Elladan and Elrohir at his side, began to take the first steps of their quest. It had begun.