Red Flows the Sirannon Planning/Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Folwren · 12-14-2005, 11:38 AM

Save filled, though poorly, I'm afraid. Tell me if it's not acceptable and I'll try it again.

-- Folwren

piosenniel · 12-14-2005, 12:59 PM

Folwren

I liked your post. Funny!!!

~*~ Pio

piosenniel · 12-15-2005, 03:38 PM

I've given the doughty Dwarves and keen-eyed Elves a last battle.

I put up a SAVE, in case someone needs to post something pre-Troll. Just leave your posts as needed for the SAVE here on the Discussion Thread and I'll slot them in.

Perhaps, once the battle is done, and the necessary wrapping up the aftermath of it, we can move the game toward it's end. Someone can jump the Dwarves to their return to Khazad-dum; some other of the Elven characters can jump ahead to Imladris.

Everyone can do their last summing up posts.

And then Durelin can write her last post for the game.

How does this sound?

I do want to wrap this game up by the end of the year. And I'd like to invite any or all of you think about submitting game proposals for the upcoming year.

Thanks!

~*~ Pio

Envinyatar · 12-15-2005, 03:45 PM

Pio

You certainly know how to ruin a fervent, romantic moment!

Of course the lady hasn't said 'yes' as yet - so perhaps it's just as well. Who know, she might dump the lout! Ondomirë can return to what he knows best - ordering his troops and fighting. . . . and drown his sorrows in wine at a later date . . .

Mithalwen · 12-16-2005, 07:12 AM

Yes I shall certainly need the save ... sorry for keeping you in suspense but I had a prior engagement

last night. But Ondomire shall get his answer tonight unless the trolls interrupt before Losrian gathers her wits

Mithalwen · 12-16-2005, 03:01 PM

Post placed ~*~ Pio

Mithalwen's post

Losrian felt as if she had been hit by a thunderbolt, though she was unsure which had the most impact his words or his touch - the gentle strength in the hands that cradled her face, the fleeting tenderness of his kiss or the unexpected proposal. She gasped in amazement and could not speak, only look into those deep grey eyes seeking for some confirmation that this was not some dream. It had never occurred to her that her feelings were reciprocated. That his reserve might be because she was as disturbing to his equilibrium as he was to hers. A few hours ago she was convinced of his indifference but had she not also concealed her feelings? She might think it impossible that he should want her .... but the kiss had been real enough. Perhaps she could trust his judgement even if if she could not believe herself worthy. Indeed the trust was the hard part.

And now Galmir was crying for his mother in his sleep .... "Hush Gally, you're safe.. I'm here ... " she forced herself to turn from Ondomirë, though it caused an almost physical pain, and tend to the child, stroking his hair away from his face. As she knelt over him she remembered Ondomirë's words of earlier in the evening as he had watched the children play:
"They are ....accepting little creatures, are they not? Nothing need be proved to them......" Why am I making this so difficult ? she thought. I love him and it seems he loves me. He has spent an age of the world alone and has asked me to marry him and now he probably thinks I am rejecting him.

She was aware that Ondomirë now stood with his back turned and head lowered. Another gasp of horror and her voice softened as she relaxed having resolved her own mind. "We are here Galmir, you are safe...". It seemed the child quietened immediately and she rose to her feet and placed her hand on Ondomirë's shoulder.

"My lord, will you receive my answer?". Ondomirë turned to her and as he did so she slipped her arms around his neck rising to tiptoe so that she was nearly on the same level. She studied his face for a moment then, tilting her head slightly, tentatively kissed his mouth. Then she spoke, her voice grave but her eyes full of love.

" I shall trust in hope, and in you - I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my love, my 'Mirë. And, if it truly is your will, I shall be your spouse, your helpmate in your endeavours, and I will dwell with you wherever they may take us"

Arry · 12-17-2005, 04:21 AM

Ondo and lossie sittin' in a tree
-- K-i-s-s-i-n-g --
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
Then comes Lossie with a baby carriage!

---------------

Back to the battle -----

Folwren

You want to take down the next Troll?

12-14-2005, 11:38 AM	#1
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Save filled, though poorly, I'm afraid. Tell me if it's not acceptable and I'll try it again. -- Folwren __________________ A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. - C.S. Lewis

12-15-2005, 03:38 PM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	I've given the doughty Dwarves and keen-eyed Elves a last battle. I put up a SAVE, in case someone needs to post something pre-Troll. Just leave your posts as needed for the SAVE here on the Discussion Thread and I'll slot them in. Perhaps, once the battle is done, and the necessary wrapping up the aftermath of it, we can move the game toward it's end. Someone can jump the Dwarves to their return to Khazad-dum; some other of the Elven characters can jump ahead to Imladris. Everyone can do their last summing up posts. And then Durelin can write her last post for the game. How does this sound? I do want to wrap this game up by the end of the year. And I'd like to invite any or all of you think about submitting game proposals for the upcoming year. Thanks! ~*~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

12-15-2005, 03:45 PM	#4
Envinyatar Quill Revenant Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Wandering through the Downs..... Posts: 849	Pio You certainly know how to ruin a fervent, romantic moment! Of course the lady hasn't said 'yes' as yet - so perhaps it's just as well. Who know, she might dump the lout! Ondomirë can return to what he knows best - ordering his troops and fighting. . . . and drown his sorrows in wine at a later date . . . __________________ ‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’ – Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'

12-16-2005, 07:12 AM	#5
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	Yes I shall certainly need the save ... sorry for keeping you in suspense but I had a prior engagement last night. But Ondomire shall get his answer tonight unless the trolls interrupt before Losrian gathers her wits __________________ “But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.” Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace

12-16-2005, 03:01 PM	#6
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,461	with apologies to ee cummings.... *Post placed ~~ Pio Mithalwen's post** Losrian felt as if she had been hit by a thunderbolt, though she was unsure which had the most impact his words or his touch - the gentle strength in the hands that cradled her face, the fleeting tenderness of his kiss or the unexpected proposal. She gasped in amazement and could not speak, only look into those deep grey eyes seeking for some confirmation that this was not some dream. It had never occurred to her that her feelings were reciprocated. That his reserve might be because she was as disturbing to his equilibrium as he was to hers. A few hours ago she was convinced of his indifference but had she not also concealed her feelings? She might think it impossible that he should want her .... but the kiss had been real enough. Perhaps she could trust his judgement even if if she could not believe herself worthy. Indeed the trust was the hard part. And now Galmir was crying for his mother in his sleep .... "Hush Gally, you're safe.. I'm here ... " she forced herself to turn from Ondomirë, though it caused an almost physical pain, and tend to the child, stroking his hair away from his face. As she knelt over him she remembered Ondomirë's words of earlier in the evening as he had watched the children play: "They are ....accepting little creatures, are they not? Nothing need be proved to them......" Why am I making this so difficult ? she thought. I love him and it seems he loves me. He has spent an age of the world alone and has asked me to marry him and now he probably thinks I am rejecting him. She was aware that Ondomirë now stood with his back turned and head lowered. Another gasp of horror and her voice softened as she relaxed having resolved her own mind. "We are here Galmir, you are safe...". It seemed the child quietened immediately and she rose to her feet and placed her hand on Ondomirë's shoulder. "My lord, will you receive my answer?". Ondomirë turned to her and as he did so she slipped her arms around his neck rising to tiptoe so that she was nearly on the same level. She studied his face for a moment then, tilting her head slightly, tentatively kissed his mouth. Then she spoke, her voice grave but her eyes full of love. " I shall trust in hope, and in you - I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my love, my 'Mirë. And, if it truly is your will, I shall be your spouse, your helpmate in your endeavours, and I will dwell with you wherever they may take us" Last edited by piosenniel; 12-17-2005 at 01:24 AM.

12-14-2005, 12:59 PM	#2
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Folwren I liked your post. Funny!!! ~*~ Pio

12-17-2005, 04:21 AM	#7
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	Ondo and lossie sittin' in a tree -- K-i-s-s-i-n-g -- First comes love, Then comes marriage, Then comes Lossie with a baby carriage! --------------- Back to the battle ----- Folwren You want to take down the next Troll? __________________ If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien