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Himaran · 04-20-2003, 04:09 PM

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Ani Dao burst into tears anew and threw her arms around Burzdol’s neck, kissing him all over. When she pulled away, Burzdol looked at her comically and asked,

“Does that mean yes?” Ani Dao nodded and pulled him close again, kissing him slower. Burzdol slid the ring on her finger. Wow, thought Ani Dao, of all the things to happen on this expedition, this was least expected.

“Where to now?” asked Ani Dao, examining her new ring.

“Easy,” said Burzdol taking her hand. “Mirkwood. We go home. There we can get married, and then we’ll decide what to do. Do whatever you please. We could travel again, or, just stay put for a while.” Ani Dao smiled.

“Fine, I’ll get packed.” Burzdol cupped her face in his hands and looked into her deep blue eyes.

“I love you.” Smiling ecstatically to herself, Ani Dao was given back her knife and returned to her room. The assassin stuffed her belongings into a leather bag as quickly as she could, then slung it over her shoulder. Waiting for her at the bottom of the stairway was her future husband. The thought beguiled her. She was thrilled. When she had come on this trip she was Ani Dao, rebellious maverick she-elf assassin of Mirkwood. Now she was completely transformed. And I belong, she thought incredulously. Taking Burzdol’s arm they made their way to the stables, where Bali had given them a pair of horses for their ride back to Mirkwood.

“Thank you, but I think one will do just fine,” said Burzdol, taking the reins of a beautiful white steed. He climbed on, and Ani Dao mounted behind her. “Shall we?”

Off into the sunset rode the elves, the oranges, reds, and yellows pointing the way towards a new life: a life of happiness, of love, and of peace. The horse’s strides were steady and sure. When they reached the top of a hill that looked over the forest of Mirkwood, and when one looked back could see the proud mountain of Erebor, Burzdol stopped the horse and dismounted. Ani Dao looked at him confused.

“Something wrong?” Burzdol shook his head and extended his arm, gesturing for her to get down. In one graceful leap, she stood beside him. He pointed into the sunset.

“Let’s not go home, just yet,” he draped an arm around her shoulders and she sighed.

“What more do you want to do? We’ve seen the Shire, stayed in Bree and Rivendell, been attacked by bandits, climbed Charadras, walked through Mirkwood, and fought successfully against an army of fifteen thousand Uruks alongside dwarves,” she counted off each event on her fingers. Burzdol took the remaining three in his hand and kissed them.

“Yes, but, we haven’t watched one…romantic…sunset,” said Burzdol. The two shared another kiss as the firey orb sank behind the golden treetops of Mirkwood.

Kili's Post

Kili sat in his quaters, he had packed everything and was ready to make his way to Ithilien to bury Belegonds ashes near his father. That is what he had always to Kili. But Kili had never expected him to die so young, and their friendship although a long one seemed to short. Then he heard a knock on his door. And Yanithe entered.

"Belegond bade me give you this." she handed the chain to him.

"Thankyou my lady," Kili placed it around his neck. As Yanithe was about to leave he said "Yanithe wait. Belegonds ashes will be buried in the woods of Ithilien you can come there any time you want."

She smiled at Kili, "Thankyou, maybe one day I will, but for now I return home.." and with that and a quick farewell she left.

Kili collected his belongings and made his way down to the hall were he met Bali and the rest of the company.

"Goodbye all, you have all become dear friends to me and I am sad to leave but I must put my best friend to rest." he nodded at the silver jar he clasped between his hands.

"Well then goodluck," said Bali embracing him.

"Thankyou, and farewell."

Kili made his way out of the mountain and smelt the fresh air. First he would go to Rohan where Duelen would be. She would be truely upset to learn of Belegonds death, and then he would ride her to Ithilien.

"Ahh Erebor saved, but at a cost..." he sighed and walked of down the cobbled road to Rohan.

Astarielle's Post

Astarielle sat gazing over the battlefield. Her eyes wondering over the strewn bodies of the Uruks, not lingering on the scene of death, to Mirkwood her true home. Astarielle was undecided about where to go or what to do. Her heart told her to go back to Mirkwood and find solace under the eaves of the wood but something inside her forbade her. She stood, her hands leaning on the cold scarred battlements. She did not belong here nor there. As the sun's last glittering rays fell behind the hill, Astarielle knew that her time her had also set.

Swiftly climbing down, Astarielle entered the mountain for the last time. Torches were lit along the corridor, giving off a muted glow. Most of the company had already left but Astarielle went to find Bali.

"You my friend have changed my view on Dwarves and your craft forever. Thankyou, I will never forget the troubles and hardship we faced together."

Astarielle had never felt so sincere in her entire life, but somehow it pleasded her. Her heart warmed. She didn't wait for Bali to reply but left swiftly and silently to the stables. She mounted her horse and galloped to the front of the gate. Holding her sword high, Talhandir reared up, before plunging off into the night, in a final salute. She did not know where she was headed but always in heart there was a special place for all the the company, those that lived and those that fell, forever.

[ April 22, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]

04-20-2003, 04:09 PM	#279
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Maikafanawen's Post Ani Dao burst into tears anew and threw her arms around Burzdol’s neck, kissing him all over. When she pulled away, Burzdol looked at her comically and asked, “Does that mean yes?” Ani Dao nodded and pulled him close again, kissing him slower. Burzdol slid the ring on her finger. Wow, thought Ani Dao, of all the things to happen on this expedition, this was least expected. “Where to now?” asked Ani Dao, examining her new ring. “Easy,” said Burzdol taking her hand. “Mirkwood. We go home. There we can get married, and then we’ll decide what to do. Do whatever you please. We could travel again, or, just stay put for a while.” Ani Dao smiled. “Fine, I’ll get packed.” Burzdol cupped her face in his hands and looked into her deep blue eyes. “I love you.” Smiling ecstatically to herself, Ani Dao was given back her knife and returned to her room. The assassin stuffed her belongings into a leather bag as quickly as she could, then slung it over her shoulder. Waiting for her at the bottom of the stairway was her future husband. The thought beguiled her. She was thrilled. When she had come on this trip she was Ani Dao, rebellious maverick she-elf assassin of Mirkwood. Now she was completely transformed. And I belong, she thought incredulously. Taking Burzdol’s arm they made their way to the stables, where Bali had given them a pair of horses for their ride back to Mirkwood. “Thank you, but I think one will do just fine,” said Burzdol, taking the reins of a beautiful white steed. He climbed on, and Ani Dao mounted behind her. “Shall we?” Off into the sunset rode the elves, the oranges, reds, and yellows pointing the way towards a new life: a life of happiness, of love, and of peace. The horse’s strides were steady and sure. When they reached the top of a hill that looked over the forest of Mirkwood, and when one looked back could see the proud mountain of Erebor, Burzdol stopped the horse and dismounted. Ani Dao looked at him confused. “Something wrong?” Burzdol shook his head and extended his arm, gesturing for her to get down. In one graceful leap, she stood beside him. He pointed into the sunset. “Let’s not go home, just yet,” he draped an arm around her shoulders and she sighed. “What more do you want to do? We’ve seen the Shire, stayed in Bree and Rivendell, been attacked by bandits, climbed Charadras, walked through Mirkwood, and fought successfully against an army of fifteen thousand Uruks alongside dwarves,” she counted off each event on her fingers. Burzdol took the remaining three in his hand and kissed them. “Yes, but, we haven’t watched one…romantic…sunset,” said Burzdol. The two shared another kiss as the firey orb sank behind the golden treetops of Mirkwood. Kili's Post Kili sat in his quaters, he had packed everything and was ready to make his way to Ithilien to bury Belegonds ashes near his father. That is what he had always to Kili. But Kili had never expected him to die so young, and their friendship although a long one seemed to short. Then he heard a knock on his door. And Yanithe entered. "Belegond bade me give you this." she handed the chain to him. "Thankyou my lady," Kili placed it around his neck. As Yanithe was about to leave he said "Yanithe wait. Belegonds ashes will be buried in the woods of Ithilien you can come there any time you want." She smiled at Kili, "Thankyou, maybe one day I will, but for now I return home.." and with that and a quick farewell she left. Kili collected his belongings and made his way down to the hall were he met Bali and the rest of the company. "Goodbye all, you have all become dear friends to me and I am sad to leave but I must put my best friend to rest." he nodded at the silver jar he clasped between his hands. "Well then goodluck," said Bali embracing him. "Thankyou, and farewell." Kili made his way out of the mountain and smelt the fresh air. First he would go to Rohan where Duelen would be. She would be truely upset to learn of Belegonds death, and then he would ride her to Ithilien. "Ahh Erebor saved, but at a cost..." he sighed and walked of down the cobbled road to Rohan. Astarielle's Post Astarielle sat gazing over the battlefield. Her eyes wondering over the strewn bodies of the Uruks, not lingering on the scene of death, to Mirkwood her true home. Astarielle was undecided about where to go or what to do. Her heart told her to go back to Mirkwood and find solace under the eaves of the wood but something inside her forbade her. She stood, her hands leaning on the cold scarred battlements. She did not belong here nor there. As the sun's last glittering rays fell behind the hill, Astarielle knew that her time her had also set. Swiftly climbing down, Astarielle entered the mountain for the last time. Torches were lit along the corridor, giving off a muted glow. Most of the company had already left but Astarielle went to find Bali. "You my friend have changed my view on Dwarves and your craft forever. Thankyou, I will never forget the troubles and hardship we faced together." Astarielle had never felt so sincere in her entire life, but somehow it pleasded her. Her heart warmed. She didn't wait for Bali to reply but left swiftly and silently to the stables. She mounted her horse and galloped to the front of the gate. Holding her sword high, Talhandir reared up, before plunging off into the night, in a final salute. She did not know where she was headed but always in heart there was a special place for all the the company, those that lived and those that fell, forever. [ April 22, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]