Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Owacyn had remained sedate for the party, quite content to sit and watch others enjoying themselves. He had drunk a reasnable amount of ale, and his vision was starting to swim slightly. He reclined on his chair and looked at the party going on around him. Smiling, he permitted his eyes to droop, and close.

He was running across Pelennor, closing on Minas Tirith. He was smiling, and he could see his wife holding his child up on the battlements. He ran harder, straining to see if it were a boy or a girl. He got ever closer, and he could nearly pick out the face of his child, but he tripped, falling, the floor opened up to swallow him and he was falling, crying out.

He woke with a jolt, receiving concerned glances from all over the table. He breathed heavily before muttering "I'm alright...just a dream".

[bilbo_baggins]

Silently brooding, Anga watched the other elves and rangers partying, drinking, and carousing until several couldn't take it anymore, and dropped off into sleep. Why had they held a party? It seemed slightly foreboding to party and celebrate when they needed to be at their best for the immediate future. They were going to battle, and Elrond decides to party? Strange, yet not that strange. Elrond Peredhil had been claimed to be foresighted. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a purpose to this party, one that did not quite meet the eye.

His fellows, companions they were. One and all, good men; or elves, for that matter. Anga smiled at the little twist of language humor. In his own tongue of course, they were Eldar. The same word, (or nearly) in the westron meant that they were older. How humorous. They were always older than most humans.

Still smiling and shaking his head slightly, Anga was met by one of his companions. One of the rangers. He did not quite remember his name, but time would bind them all to a fellowship of orc-hunters. He could feel it.

"Are you having fun? Aye, it's a good party. The drink is amazing. How do you make it?" he asked.

"That I cannot tell you, Ranger. 'Tis Rivendell's secret, or one of them for that matter." Anga replied.

Having some of it himself, Anga slowly walked through the party, taking it all in. He was getting extremely anxious, and hoped to go to battle soon.

[The Perky Ent]

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.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Owacyn was already awake hours before...truth be told he had barely slept. He was sitting high in the trees around Rivendell. He saw Arathorn riding up to the gates and dropped from the trees, mounting up himself, he got there to hear Elrond's farewell and smiled. At least Elrond hadn't seen anything bad in this venture...He rode up beside Arathorn and looked over at him, Arathorn smiled, "Already pessemistic, Owacyn?". Owacyn muttered "Not yet, but I'm sure I will be soon.", "It would be strange if you were optimistic." Arathorn shot back. "Mmm..."

Owacyn was still shaken by the dream, although it didn't mean much on the surface he was certain that it meant something...he sighed and looked back at the band and dropped back to talk to the twins.
"Elladan...I really think this could go wrong..."
"Already, Owacyn? By the stars, you're speeding up with age." Owacyn sighed deeply. "I know, but there's something that just doesn't feel right...we have no clue how many orcs there are or anything..."
"Elladan's right, Owacyn," chuckled Elrohir, "You really are getting faster to see the bad in situations."
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[Saraphim]

The morning light made Imladris look as though it was bathed in a blue light, giving it an unearthly appearance.

Elrohir stood against the wall in the main courtyard, sharpening a knife and waiting for the rest of the party to arrive.

Elladan came down the steps with a freshly replenshed quiver.

"Good morning, dear brother," said Elrohir. Did you sleep well after getting the beating of your dancing life last night?"

Elladan smiled. "I slept very well, considering that I was the one doing the beating."

Thier bickering lasted until nearly the entire group had assembled.

Then, one of the other elves, Owacyn, approached them.

"Elladan...I really think this could go wrong..." he said nervously.

Both the twins smiled, and Elladan said, "Already, Owacyn? By the stars, you're speeding up with age."

Owacyn sighed, and said: "I know, but there's something that just doesn't feel right...we have no clue how many orcs there are or anything..."

"Elladan's right, Owacyn," Elrohir interrupted, laughing consolingly, "You really are getting faster to see the bad in situations." he continued: "We may not have our father's foresight, but we can see when we have a strong company."

[Eowyn Skywalker]

They were on the road now. Hanindur took one last glance back at Rivendell, before hurrying to catch up to the others, the morning light giving the hidden valley a fair appearance, glistening in the sunlight. A magic look, one would almost say, for the golden glisten was almost mystical. He always did find morning a wonderful time, the newly awoke light bathing the area in a golden glow, and the trees with orange and red highlights, and, even earlier, a blue gow like that of the moon. It seemed nearly unearthly, and quite fair to behold, and he wanted to take one last look before they were on their way again.

He was quick to catch up, as that last look had taken only a few moments, to capture the beauty of the valley in his mind. And they were walking again. The road was familiar to him, as Hanindur was known to frequent Rivendell, though wandering was his call. So oft had he taken that road, and he knew it well.

After the party the night before, Hanindur found that his head was spinning slightly, and he didn't feel as steady as he should've been, but, other then that, he was fine, and able to enjoy being on the road once more. It had been a long enough stay in Imladris, it was high time for him to be back to the forests, and hidden pathes of Middle-earth. He was not sure where he would go after they were back. Maybe to Bree, he thought. I have not been there in a while.

Something tugged at the back of his mind, as he heard Owacyn comment that they didn't know how many orcs there were, and that something could go wrong. And Hanindur realized with a start that he was right. He had been on many journeys of the like, and they never had known what to expect, but nothing had ever really gone too wrong. Maybe this time something would. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling about the entire thing.

"Agh." Hanindur scoffed. "What could go wrong?"

[astarielle]

Elladan was quietly contemplating to himself, watching the birds fly overhead that were blissfully unaware of what was going on down on the ground. The group was solemn, unlike what they were last night. Then, there was not one person where, at least once during the evening, a smile did not appear on their face. He heard a ranger talking behind him, "Argh. What could go wrong"

He truned and smiled, "Everything that is possible could go wrong yet in the same way nothing. For not all that is bad is disasterous, quite the contrary -for somtimes what may seem wrong may in its time come out for the better. We may not see it, or chose not to but it is there and will always be." Said Elladan matter of factly.

Hanindur shrugged and said, "I suppose you're right, you are blessed with much wisdom."

"Even so we all posses the ability to see the good in the bad, the right in the wrong and the love in hate." As he said this Elladan caught his brothers eye and laughed breaking the near silence that the group had been marching in so far.

A number of members of the party turned and looked disdainfully at him, at which Elladan coughed and walked on with his head bowed.