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But that makes it too easy for Mithrellas. Much more of a sacrifice on her part if she has to travel to find food, and bring water, to sustain a barely-interested Nimrodel-- who in her insanity won't leave the (chalk paths, salt cliffs, noxious caves, whatever.)
I also think it would be great fun if, upon finding her, Nimrodel is no longer the beauty she once was. Deceptive appearances is one of the main themes of the RPG. Quite glad to hear that Feanor is interested. (You are referring to Feanor of the Peredhil? There are a few others in the Members list.)
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Itinerant Songster
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: The Edge of Faerie
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Okay, I see your point and I'm fine with it.
Yes, Feanor of the Peredhil. One of the out and out best writers around these boards. I know she's going to feel like now she has to live up to that praise. But you know what? She will.
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I heard from Aylwen-- hurrah!
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Here's a stray thought: what if, in the general re-ordering of things, and parental advice being heeded, and decorum being re-considered, several of the womenfolk stay behind in Minas Tirith-- Bella, Leafa, maybe even Mellonin. Yeah, even Mellonin. Parting produces much angst, of course, from Ravion (poor Ravion!) to Ædegard to Nethwador, and even Raefindan is a bit glum. But the women find after a few days that they just can't sit still; the dreams return full-force; they team up again to commiserate, and unbeknownst to the departed menfolk, the women find themselves pulled over the White Mountains in the same path that Nimrodel took. Cold, dangerous, etc. In addition to their nightmares, we could even have the ghost of Aeron's sister haunting them as they go. Mountains are great fun. What think you?
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Vice of Twilight
Join Date: Nov 2002
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Aylwen! Hurrah! So glad to see you!
![]() Helen, it sounds all right with me. I know that I'd have a bit of fun working with that. I agree with you... mountains are fun. It would also give me the ideal opportunity to expand on Leafa's character. I've always considered her as rather secondary... Liornung was my primary concern. But if she was in a separate setting, I could give her full justice.
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I don't like it. I'll be honest. This gender apartheid just doesn't sit well with me. What are the menfolk supposed to be doing meantime? Where do they go? Along the more conventional paths?
Follow the road to Pelargir, then along the Bay of Belfalas toward Dol Amroth after much boring taxation at various toll booths, not to mention the baleful Tharonwe constantly reminding them how useless they are, finally wending toward Erech where they find that the womenfolk have figured the whole thing out and everything's dorey hunky and 'what took you so long?' Blah. |
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No, not three amazons solving the quest by themselves. No-No-No. Realist, realist.
First off, it's not gender apartheid to realize Minas Tirith would not approve of men and women casually questing together in Elessar's time. Have you ever been camping with a mixed group of men and women? Unless you're married, it's awkward. It's difficult for the ladies to remain modest and demure. No parent in Elessar's time would have approved of his/her daughter camping about with a bunch of barely-known males. When the troup arrived in Minas Tirith, the city would be busily exhorting the women to take safe haven there while the men finished their insane quest. Meanwhile the overly ambitious, overconfident (deranged???) womenfolk get ***lost*** in the mountains. Just like Nimrodel did. After much hardship ( I believe in equal pay for equal work, but I'm not crossing the White Mountains without some rangers and elves to rescue my sorry carcass) they barely make it across by the skin of their starving and frostbitten teeth. Interesting new characters can rescue them, if the menfolk don't get around to it. Maybe some Gondorian sentinel is standing guard at one of the beacons, or there's a Pukel-mountain-man that helps them along, or ... something. They don't solve the whole thing; they bring clues. Like (for instance) assurance from the Pukel/sentinel/(insert rescuer here) that Nimrodel hasn't been seen in the upper mountains for 1000 years, so they needn't bother searching back over the pass. The women would follow (stumble along) Nimrodel's path to the ocean, more or less, since she left for the paths of the dead much later (towards the end of Mithrellas & Imrazor's time togehter.) Maybe the ocean is where the menfolk meet them. Or maybe they take refuge in some South Gondor town, and somebody has mercy on them & sends mesasges to the shore that they've arrived. So now I've explained myself a bit better, what do you think?
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I guess most of this is borne of my certainty that Minas Tirith won't sit idly by while three young ladies ride off with a motley crew of males.
At the beginning of the quest, Mellonin's brother was LOST. Now he's found. Her job is done. "So stay home!" they will say. "Don't go traipsing off with your moonstruck brother." If the ladies don't cross the mountains, then we'll need another subterfuge. Maybe "it's tradition for the women to farewell the men" and they ride as far as _____, and then suddenly decide to go along anyway. But I can't see them casually riding south into God-knows-what-destiny while Minas Tirith sits back and smiles blessings on them. At the very least there should be a bit of a scandal and lots of nasty rumors. I'm not crazy about that slant, really. I'd rather continue along with the doom/ insanity/ destiny/ mysterious *something* that seems to have driven much of this story to this point.
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