Setting Sails for Valinor RPG

[piosenniel]

Novnarwen’s post:

”You may know why I have called on you, Tanroth, loyal warrior of Lothlorien.” She spoke in a deep voice. Her eyes were laid on the now aging Elf, standing in front of her.

Tanroth, on the other hand tried not to look at her. It was impossible if he was going to answer her today. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop staring at her ivory-white dress, embroidered with thin green thread. Her face was fair and her eyes glittered in the fading light. She kept looking at him too, and in a wondering voice she said: “Well.” It sounded as if she was going to continue but didn’t.

”You want me to lead a quest,” Tanroth said at once, without giving Galadriel another look.

She smiled at him and gave a nod. She seemed pleased with this answer and, with a gracious look, she invited him to sit down. The Lady poured a glass of something reddish into a flagon and gave it to him. Tanroth smiled and set the glass to his lips. Galadriel seated herself before him and looked quite relaxed. “This is not just any quest,” she confided to him after a while. Tanroth looked at her with wide and wondering eyes. What was it she wanted him to do? Was it something of great importance? The questions made his head feel as if it was about to explode.

”Something of great importance,” she continued. The Elf looked now at the Lady more stunned than ever. Had she read his mind? Tanroth didn’t get the chance of giving that another thought, because of the lady’s movements towards the table between them. She seized from the table, a roll of parchment and gave it to him. Tanroth accepted it gladly. He rolled it open, and to his surprise, the content was much longer than he had expected. With great excitement he started reading the golden letters.

”I have called on thee. Thee of all I want to lead my quest," he read out loud. This was followed by a road description, horses at his disposal, and last of all, granted Tanroth access to the last ship going to the Undying Lands before the War started in earnest.

”You have no questions, I deem,” said Galadriel, meanwhile observing him to see if he had any sort of reaction she hadn’t counted on.

“Milady, I have one,” Tanroth said at last, thinking through what he had just read.

“One friend you shall bring, because of the perils that may befall. But only seven others may go with you. The ship is only capable of taking the nine of you, since there are already many who have left.” Galadriel looked upon Tanroth as she knew what he was thinking again. “No, Tanroth, I will not go now. My time is yet to come,” she muttered.

”But why?” he burst out. “Pardon, why will you not go?” he asked again, after he had calmed down. Tanroth couldn’t believe he had talked in such a voice to the Lady. He felt ashamed and could do nothing now.

”That is my friend, your second question. You had only one,” she assured him while rising. “I did not choose you to fail. The intention was quite the opposite. Incidentally, you will hold the meeting of the Elves today to decide who will go.” With those final words, she walked with great elegance out of the room.

Tanroth, however, was totally stunned. He was wondering what he should do now. The Elf set his empty glass on the table, and was escorted out.

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Orofaniel’s post

It was late, the afternoon was fading and it would soon be evening. The darkness was falling heavily over the woods of Lothlorien. The sun was about to leave Middle-Earth and the moon was soon to rise when Firiel heard trembling steps in the stairs. They were followed by stern knocks on the door.

Firiel didn't like the look on the face of her friend Tanroth. He looked both happy and anxious while standing in front of her. He was about to tell her something; she knew that. It seemed important, so she let him talk without her interrupting.

"The Lady wants me to lead a quest." said the strong man in front of her. "A quest which will be both difficult and dangerous.” He continued,"She wants me to lead a group of Elves to the Grey Haven so they can take the White Ship to the Undying lands, to Valinor."

"But the war is upon us," Firiel said anxiously when Tanroth had finished.

"Yes I know, and so does the Lady. But this quest has to be done now." He spoke in a desperate voice. "Only seven Elves and one friend may follow me, because there are only nine places left on the ship. Many have gone already and we don't seem to have much time left if we want to see our relatives and family in Valinor. We may die in this war!" He sounded even more desperate. "Some of us are so old that we won't be able to fight."

Firiel had listen to all he had said, but there was one word that she had taken great notice of. Now she understood. "Friend, you say....." Firiel muttered. "You want m-me to follow, am I correct?"

"It is terrible how people just read my mind today" Tanroth smiled and gave a short laugh. "Yes, I want you to follow," he said afterwards. "I want you to help me with this quest, and not only that; I know how you have been wanting to see your brothers and parents again..." he said not smiling anymore. He looked rather serious now.

Then Firiel suddenly remembered Rostion, her husband. She couldn't just leave him. She loved him! "What about my husband then?" She asked after a while.

"I don't think you have to worry about him," Rostion said in a "calm-down-voice" "It will probably be the oldest Elves, and Rostion is one of them." He continued, "There will be a meeting where the Elves will be chosen...."

"There will be a meeting?" Firiel interrupted as soon as she heard the word.
"Yes, a meeting, the Elves that will follow will be chosen there," he repeated slowly. "I'm sure that everyone will agree that the oldest Elves should have first priority."

"I hope you are right," Firiel said quite anxious again. "When is this meeting then?" she asked all of a sudden.

"Now," Tanroth said quickly. "So we must hurry," he continued. He looked at her and gave a sign that she should follow.

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Novnarwen’s post

A small crowd had gathered in the little meeting room. As the Lady spoke all fell silent, but the murmurs were soon about to start. As she came to the spot mentioning that only seven could go, Firiel and Tanroth had to calm down a number of people. After this Galadriel left the room, wishing them the best of luck and hoping they would sort it out in the best way possible.

The floor was now Tanroth’s, and he spoke in a strong voice: “I know this is an opportunity none of you will want to miss. But surely as the Lady said, everyone cannot go. Therefore I suggest . . .” A few of the Elves interrupted, but were silent after Firiel’s warning look. “I suggest,” Tanroth repeated, “that the seven oldest may go. This is their turn,” he said and fell silent.

The crowd seemed to agree. Most of them nodded and gave no sign of being sad on hearing the news about who would go except a few. After moments of pushing and making way for the seven, they all stood in front of Tanroth and Firiel. “Two females, and five men,” Firiel whispered in Tanroth’s ear. Rostion, Firiel’s husband, was of course one of them.

Tanroth passed each one of them, slipping a note in their hands. “The meeting is over,” he called. Tanroth turned on his heel walking swiftly towards the door.

”Wait!” The call of a male Elf rang through the hall and Tanroth turned around. “My place is here, and therefore, I will not leave,” spoke one of the oldest who went by the name of Siralil. He offered to give up his place and Tanroth took the little piece of paper from the Elf. Siralil pressed through the crowd and went out the door.

“Arilewen, the place is then yours. I know you are older then the others left. Do you want it?” he asked. From back in the room, they heard a cry. She was crying while receiving the note, an obvious sign that this was something she wanted. Tanroth looked over the Elves now. From one female and six men, the group had gone to two females and five men.

Firiel looked upon Tanroth and announced that now the meeting was over.

Both of them left the room without another word.

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Each of those leaving for the Grey Havens had been sent this note:

We will leave tomorrow after sunrise. Please meet us by Tanroth's house. It's located on the outskirts of Lorien. From there we will go North-West. Take with you what you need, but not more. The journey will be difficult and perhaps dangerous.

Horses will not be needed, not now anyhow. We will travel by foot


~~ Tanroth and Firiel

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[piosenniel]

Enif's post

It was a mid-summer eve when news came to Erkaliel that a meeting was going to be held that day , it would be organized by Tanroth under the order of the Lady Galadriel. She did not have a clue about the topic of the meeting but she imagined it would be something of great importance.

The meeting started and the Lady spoke of a company that would leave to the Undying Lands, a total of nine elves would be chosen to go. It was not an easy decision, nor was it an easy meeting. A note was given to everyone present though some of those who where there refused the offer right away. The meeting finally ended and Erkaliel went back to her house.

At night , lighted by the silvery moon Erkaliel sat by her bedroom window as the warm breeze came thru the window. She suddenly realized that almost all the kin of elves had left Middle-earth, and that now she had to give in, the time had come for her to leave for the Undying Lands. Nothing but war was left for her in Middle-earth, and she felt she did not had the spirit to fight it, though she new that the journey would also be tough .

She stayed there for a few minutes staring at the elven forest in the dark, she softly whispered to the wind ‘Good bye Lothlorien.’ She went to an uneasy though heavy sleep.

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Tinuviel of Denton's post

“Arilewen, the place is then yours. I know you are older then the others left. Do you want it?”

Do I want it? Arilewen was slightly stunned that she out of all was chosen, but more than anything, she wanted to see Valinor. Weeping half out of joy that she could go, and half out of sorrow to leave the only home she had ever really known, she accepted the frail slip of paper from Tanroth. It seemed such a little thing to carry all her dreams on...

She barely noticed when the meeting ended. And as the other elves made their way out of the no longer crowded meeting, she collapsed against a tree and looked at the note in her hand. In firm script it told her to meet the others going on the journey on the outskirts of Lothlorien after sunrise. It didn't leave her much time to pack, but she sat staring at the note in her hand for a long time before she rose to go to her flet and pack.

Valinor! The Blessed Realm of the Lords of the West had beckoned to her in her dreams, ever since she was young. To speak with the Valar face to mighty face would be enough to fill all the ages of eternity with a wonder vast as the stars of Elbereth. Elbereth! Why, if Arilewen could get up the courage to once speak with Varda Elentari would be the height of rapture.

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ElentariGreenleaf's post

Imthôlion sat in the meeting, looking at the note he had been handed. A sigh escaped his slightly parted lips as the news sank in. His time had come – he would finally leave for the Undying Lands. Had he have been given the opportunity a few years ago he, as had Siralil, would have handed the note to another, for he had loved all mortal folk. Yet, since the beginning of the War, Imthôlion could only find love for one race of mortals – the gentle Hobbits. The ring was safely in the keeping of Frodo, a most trust worthy Hobbit, accompanied by the Fellowship of the Ring, a group of eight others well suited to protect the ring bearer. However, only eight of the nine now remained, for Gandalf ha fallen into shadow. Imthôlion had also heard that one of the Men, a man of Gondor, was becoming corrupted. Imthôlion’s love of men had failed. He saw them now as power hungry, and easily corrupted. They were weak.

So Imthôlion now had no wish to stay in Middle Earth. He had travelled around its fair lands, avoiding the darker ones, and so could find no reason to give up his place on the last ship from the havens. He rose and left the meeting room, for there was now no one to converse with. He kept the note held tightly in his hand, for if he lost it he feared he would not be given another.

The moon was high in the heavens, casting its silver light through the magnificent branches of the many trees in Lothlorien. Imthôlion decided he would walk for the last time both in and below the trees. It was a sad, yet happy time for Imthôlion. Dawn would see him leave the woods forever.

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Elfwine's post

The Elf held the piece of parchment between two long and calloused fingers. A cream colored ribbon held both ends of the note fast, and veiled the contents. Staring with wide eyes, one filled with wonderment and the other misted over, as always, Solondil reached with the hand at his side to open the letter that’d been given to him. Reading through it quickly, then carefully once again, he swallowed hard and followed the backs of Tanroth and Firiel with a steady grey gaze as they disappeared into the white light. His arms dropped, note in hand, and he cast his eyes downwards. This was what he’d been waiting for. This was it—yet why was he so hesitant, so afraid, so dreading?

Letting out a wary sigh, he folded the piece of paper into a minuscule section of what it could expand to, and murmured a silent prayor. Nodding to the others honored, he placed the note in his breast pocket and turned on his heel, leaving the meeting hall with a furrowed brow. Where the wide path continued on to his quaint home in the glowing city, he took a hard left towards where the trees grew thicker; denser. Olive-hued cloak sitting comfortably a top his narrow shoulders, he left for a last walk among the mallorn.

Tomorrow at sunrise.

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Elennar Starfire's post

Dunaire looked again at the note in his hand. Valinor... He would be leaving Middle-Earth forever. But soon, all the elves would leave, he would only be leaving sooner. Yes, he was ready. He refolded the note, and began to pack.

Afterwards, as the sun was setting, he walked among the mallorn trees, saying goodbye to Lothlorien. He picked up a fallen leaf and carried it home, where he put it carefully in the bottom of his pack. He would keep it forever to remind him of Lothlorien, Middle-Earth, and all that he was leaving behind.

The next morning, before sunrise, he went to visit Lalmion, his friend, who was staying behind.

"You are leaving, then?" Lalmion asked, seeing Dunaire with his pack and traveling clothes, leading his horse, Muinanar.

"I am," Dunaire replied, "but I must leave Muinanar behind. Will you take him?"

"Of course. Namarie, then."

"Namarie."

And Dunaire walked off to Tanroth's house to meet the other travelers.

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Jack's post

Erfalas stared at the slip of paper. His ticket to the Grey Havens, it was a little unsettling to be picked only because you were old. And yet… he was excited he had to admit. He sat still reading and rereading the paper.

Erfalas looked over his bare room. There was little he wanted to take with him. His dark, coarse cloth bag sat on his bed, almost nothing in its depths. He frowned, what did you bring on a mission? A loud knock on his door startled Erfalas out of his thoughtfulness.

“Erfalas, your going to the Gray Havens!” Gallion said excitedly. “Do you need any thing? Help? Food?”

“Food! That’s what I forgot!” Erfalas said loudly, clapping his friend on the back.
Gallion dragged Erfalas down the winding stair and into the large kitchens.

Later Gallion sat on Erfalas’s bed and ate an apple and Erfalas sat on near the window. “Are you takeing Gold Flame with you?”

“No… no horses, its in the letter, note, thing,” Erfalas dug in his pocket and handed it over to Gallion.

““We will leave tomorrow after sunrise. Please meet us by Tanroth's house. It's located on the outskirts of Lorien. From there we will go North-West. Take with you what you need, but not more. The journey will be difficult and perhaps dangerous.
Horses will not be needed, not now anyhow. We will travel by foot

~~ Tanroth and Firiel” That’s nice… and nice…” Gallion said slowly.

“My words exactly!” Erfalas smiled.

~ * ~

The next morning:

Erfalas stretched and yawned. Dreams were distracting and he didn’t want to sit up staring at the stars. Dressing quickly Erfalas picked up his bag. He slung his quiver over his shoulder and picked up his bow. His sword was in his pack. Stepping out of the arched doorway, he nearly ran down the stairs, he was more excited than he would admit. Gallion was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for him.

“I can’t let my best friend leave with out me to see him off,” Gallion said in answer to Erfalas’s questioning look. Gallion smiled and flipped his blond hair out of his face.

Erfalas smiled too and pushed his dark hair out of his stormy gray eyes. “Thank you Gallion,” Erfalas said adjusting his light grey cloak. “Well?”

“Anxious are we?” Gallion asked, laughing.

“Yes so lets go!” Erfalas said and he and Gallion walked down the path towards Tanroth’s home. The the friends set of across Lorien for the last time.

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Nilpaurion Felagund's post

"Grey Havens," Rostion thought to himself. "Long should I have been there, to be with my family." He then snapped out of his reverie and looked for his sword.
"But, if not for Firiel, I would not be leaving. I would say behind and fight the foes of Lorien." He slung his bag on his shoulder, and sighed.

"Well, my time here has come to an end. I must go now; they might be already there."

He went outside his home, where Firiel stood, waiting for him. They walked in silence to the outskirts of Lorien, to the house of Tanroth.

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[Novnarwen]

Tanroth stood outside his cabin, which would no longer be his after this day. The sun was rising as Tanroth gazed towards the sparkling sunbeams, pressing up and over the hills. The leaves in the trees of Lothlorien murmured in the wind, which swiftly came by and by. As he stood there, watching the beautiful scenery of a wood that had been his home for ever, he realised how much he would miss sitting in the grass a summer day after a hard day at work. He had often dreamed of getting away from Lothlórien, just a day or two. However, now, when he really was leaving, he felt sad by this thought, but thought of his lost family and how merry they're meeting would be.

"Ah, Rostion, Firiel!" he cried out, when getting the first glimpse of the Elves, journeying with him.

The couple approached, looking happy and eager. They, as Tanroth bore their weapons, which Tanroth thought would come in hand. After all, Sauron's forces were gathering, and therefore he knew as perhaps the others that they had much to fear on this journey.

He gave a sigh as he shook Rostion's hand, while taking Firiel's hand, kissing it gently. "I am really glad to have you two by my side on this ....." he didn't get to finish his sentence before Arilewen, Dunaire and Solondil came springing towards them, obviously very happy to be there. Minutes later, as the sun had raised for real, the others made it to Tanroth's cabin as well.

They gathered around Tanroth, waiting for him to speak. The wind made one final swish before Tanroth at last spoke.

"Dear friends," he said taking a very deep breath in the cold air. "We must all say our farewells to the fair woods of Lórien, because after today we will never see our homes again." He paused, feeling his heart beat like never before.

"Now, let us part, the ship is waiting for us. We will take our leave by going west, to the outskirts of Lorien before we will make our way over the Redhorn Pass in the Hithaeglir (Misty Mountains.) "

With these words, the Elves started walking. Having a last look, cast towards his home, Tanroth went in the lead, having Firiel and Rostion on his side.

[Jack]

Erfalas looked back at Gallion who stood watching them as them made they made their way away from Lorien. He waved and Gallion waved back. Erfalas sighed; he wasn’t leaving behind many material items but he would miss Gallion, badly!

Thinking back to Gallion’s last words he frowned, “Be careful! Sauron's are at work. Don’t go off by yourself and don’t try to be a hero!” The words echoed through his mind. He was a little nervous now but what kind of idiot did Gallion think he was? Of course he would stay with the other elves. Who was he to question his leaders!

Adjusting his cloak again (he had developed an anxious habit) he realized he had fallen behind the others. Sprinting a little he trotted along at the end of the line. He turned to get one last look at Lorien, he home. He smiled at the sight, the beauty of the trees of Lorien was a sight to see he paused for a moment so he could remember it always as he saw it now. Turning he bumped into Imthôlion.

"So sorry Imthôlion... I didn't see you there," Erfalas apologized. He adjusted his cloak again and catching himself at this activity he placed his hand at his side.

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[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Rostion was walking in thought, his eyes straying this way and that, to the trees, to the grass, and to the fair land he was leaving.

He thought of Lothlorien, and all the memories that he had, good and bad. He thought of his brother, and then one word filled his mind: Sauron. His evil is slowly filling Middle Earth. Will the roads to the Havens be safe? He snapped out of thought and looked to Tanroth.

"Do you know the lands we pass through? It's been so long since I left Lorien, and I was thinking of the perils along the way. Sauron's arm has grown long, and Saruman's treachery has shaken me. I fear the unknown road we are treading."

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[Orofaniel]

Firiel looked backwards. She was leaving her home for never to return. It was a bit sad, even though she knew she would go to Valinor, the Undying Lands. But then again, she had so many memories from Lorien, so many good memories. She was afraid to 'loose' them when she left this place. She gave a short sigh, as the wind gave a swift breeze. She felt it around her face and down her back. She shivered, but still, it was a lovely feeling.

She looked upon Rostion. She had this feeling that she was safe. She always did around him. Firiel was very happy that Rostion, her husband, would be with her the whole time. And in the end of this journey they would be together in Valinor...for ever...

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[ElentariGreenleaf]

Imthôlion sighed. He had many a time dreamt of when he would sail to Valinor, but he had never truly believed that day would come. The fair wood, upon which he now looked his last, had been his home, his place of sanctuary. Surely this is all a dream! he thought to himself. I have been chosen to sail from the Havens, as I have often dreamed I would. But yet, this is a sad time to leave, as our lands our about to go to war. I will miss this fair place. Thank you Elbereth, for allowing me to be in this group of elves, who walk now their last journey.

The elf waited as the others said their goodbye's, then turned to leave. A journey of a thousand leagues begins with a single step, he thought as he began walking. He let his hand gently brush any tree or plant he walked past. He would never see Lothlorien again. Imthôlion was sad, but the joy of knowing he would finish this journey in the Undying Lands was far greater than his sorrow.

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[Elennar Starfire]

Dunaire closed his eyes and sighed, then quickly reopened them so as not to trip or run into anything. He looked back once, but all he saw was the golden leaves of the mallorn trees, for they had passed the borders of Lothlorien. He did not look back again.

He knew that there would likely be orcs or goblins along the road, and hoped that they would only be an annoyance, not a major problem. He would prefer to avoid fights, but didn't have much hope that it would always be possible. He overheard Rostion talking to Tanroth, speaking feelings that Dunaire shared.

"Do you know the lands we pass through? It's been so long since I left Lorien, and I was thinking of the perils along the way. Sauron's arm has gone long, and Saruman's treachery has shaken me. I fear the unknown road we are treading."

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[Elfwine]

A wry smile that barely rose one corner of his mouth hid his emotions, unclear, behind a mask; well worn, and well used. His eyes, both the clear and the clouded focused upon Tanroth, and only Tanroth; perhaps, every now and then, straying to eye the others chosen. Since he'd left his quaint house in the beautiful city that was his home, he hadn't, and planned not to look back. But this plan was bound to fail.

Nodding approval of Tanroth's short and emotional speech, Solondil's high and narrow shoulders dropped, and he let out an inaudible sigh. Pursing his lips, he glanced back towards the thin and winding path, and in the light-laced arch the trees made in the distance, he saw people and places; memories past. Tilting his head to rest his wary gaze on the horizon, he furrowed his brow and frowned, for one minute, allowing his true emotions to seep through his once undefeated mask.

[Enif]

The day that Erkaliel most feared had come, the day when she would leave for the Undying Lands, the day she would leave behind the land that she fought so many times not to leave, now she would give in.
As Tanroth made his brief speech Erkaliel looked at the faces of the others that had been chosen, she watched as Tanroth’s lips moved but she heard no sound coming out of it. The only sound she could hear were echoes of the past, and the echo of a question she had made to herself, “Is it the right thing to do?”.

She was trying her best not to show her true fillings, but her sad gray eyes where immediately filled with tears once she realized that this time she wouldn’t come back, though she knew that she had nothing to go back to. She quickly wiped away her tears, and hoped no one had noticed them. She wondered if all the years spent fighting not to leave this land where in vain.

Erkaliel fallowed as the elves started walking towards their uncertain destiny, she didn’t pronounce a word nor did she look back she simply walked as if hypnotized, lost in the sadness of doubts that disturbed her mind. The only thing that she was certain of was that their journey was going to be both, dangerous and tiring, but that did not worry her.

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[Tinuviel of Denton]

I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry--I'm going to cry, ran through Arilewen's head over and over again as the elves began their journey. She kept her eyes firmly on the road ahead, not wanting to look back at the land she'd known for so long and disgrace herself once again with the tears that threatened.

It didn't work, and she suddenly realized that her face was moist with the tears that had been flowing for some time. She grimaced and took out a bit of cloth, furtively wiping away the crystalline droplets that trickled their lonely way down her cheeks, but they kept coming 'til at last she sighed, and gave it up as a lost cause.

Watching the other elves, she wondered that none of them seemed to be happy that they were at last going to Valinor. Gloom, rather than joy, seemed to be the prevaling emotion. And a trace of fear. Instinctively, she moved closer, wanting to shield herself from the forces that cast a shadow over this journey. Unconsciously, her steps carried her closer to Solondil and, not for the last time, she wished the journey safely over, and that the group were already aboard the ship.

[Novnarwen]

Camp

The Elves walked for hours, only having small breaks now and then. Tanroth was worn out by the time they reached the edge of the forest of Lórien, and a small plain appeared. The day had already grown old, and Tanroth wondered if he had pushed them too hard. They would have to hurry if they were to eat and set up a camp before nightfall.

Tanroth looked at the others, who were obviously tired too. "What do you say to make a camp now, and rest. We'll be by the mountains tomorrow anyway," Tanroth announced turning his head towards Firiel. Firiel agreed at once, the others seemed to think this was a good idea as well.

They helped each other with the different tasks such as: setting up the actual camp, where they could sleep and preparing the food. Dunaire and Arilewen went to get wood for their fire, and came back a little later with arms heavy loaded with dry tree materials. Rostion, Firiel, Tanroth and the other elves, did the other practical tasks to get a nice, solid camp.

About half and hour had passed when the Elves settled themselves around the fire, having set up a camp. They certainly deserved a meal; their first real meal this day. Lembas and tea was served, and all ate eagerly, as if they hadn't seen food at all. Tanroth sighed as he finished eating. He sipped the rest of his tea, raised and went to take a little walk. His feet were sore, but he wasn't to complain. An even rougher road was upon them, before they would reach Tharbad. "After the city of old, everything will be quite easy," Tanroth muttered to himself, having a comforting tune is his voice. He made his way back to the others, settling himself at the same spot he had been sitting moments before.

As the sun sank down behind the mountains it grew slightly cold and a little breeze came over them. Some huddled together, holding their thin fingers over the hearth of the fire; in that way, getting warmth to their fingertips again. "Look at the stars!" Erkaliel burst out, having her head turned upwards. The stars shone brightly over them and cast a dim light over the company outside the forest. They all muttered, or at least it sounded ike everyone muttered, something about how beautiful the stars were, and that they were the most pleasant and wonderful gift from the Valar, given to middle-earth and it's people.

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[Orofaniel]

Firiel was very pleased that the elves had set up a camp before the nightfall. She was quite hungry and it started to get cold. As the camp was set up, all of them gathered around the fire, warming their cold bodies. They all had a nice meal and they discussed the journey that lay in front of them. They all felt this queer and mixed feeling of excitement and wariness. None of them knew what was before them. They knew however, that they soon had to do some mountain climbing, and that would be dangerous. They were already at the edge of the forest of Lorien. They could all see the high mountain.

As the evening grew on Firiel and the other elves talked merrily to each other. The conversations and stories seemed endless. Soon, however, Firiel got tired and wanted to get some sleep. But as she was getting up Tanroth gave a short nod that she would just have to stay a couple of more minutes, he had obviously something important to say.

Firiel seated once again and tried to listen, but she was too tired to pay attention to what Tanroth said. As a matter of fact she almost fell asleep but Rostion had wakened her in the moment she doped off. Meanwhile, Tanroth had mentioned that the group would head for the mountains towards the Red Horn pass.

"We will walk along the course of the Silverlode River. Then we will come to the entrance to Kazad-dûm, Mirrormere." Tanroth had said while they had been sitting by the fire. All of the elves had been listening carefully- Well, except Firiel-
So they wouldn't miss any details about the journey. Tanroth looked a bit worried, but he seemed to have it all under control, for now anyhow.

He continued he didn't look that worried now, though: "Just beyond the Mirrormere is a path that goes up to the Redhorn Gate. It's called the Dimrill Stair."

When Tanroth had finished the elves just looked on him. None of them said anything for a long time; all of them seemed to be in deep thoughts. The silence however, was broken when Rostion started to sing…

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[Nilpaurion Felagund]

"How lovely the handiworks of Elbereth are..." Rostion whispered. He was at awe at the sparkling lights, as though he had just awakened from the waters of Cuivienen. Then from his heart a song rose up.

I walk in paths of grass so green
Under the trees of leaves golden
Out to a world I have not seen.
For now we sail across the Sea.
O Lorien, Lothlorien.
My heart is blessed for I have seen
Lothlorien, sweet Lorien.
Your memory will be in me...

[Jack]

Erfalas crouched near the fire shivering slightly. The darkness spread, curling around them. The stars glittered. Erfalas felt alone. The little bit of tea he had left in his cup was cold but he drank it anyway. Then he sighed, tomorrow would begin the real adventure. He couldn't wait.

Humming a little song he couldn't quite place he stared up at the stars. Thinking... later he couldn't remember what he had though about but it passed the time until daybreak.

[Tinuviel of Denton]

Arilewen sighed as Rostion finished his song. Almost, she would have enjoyed singing something herself, but that was one of the things she preferred to leave to others. Though her singing voice was a clear, sweet soprano, she was shy about singing for anyone else. For the same reason, she rarely danced, leaving such things to the less self-conscious maids. Unforunately, someone, she couldn't remember who on later reflection, had apparently heard her sing before, and called out, "Arilewen, you know some lovely songs; why don't you sing something?"

Blushing from the roots of her hair to the collar of her dress, she shook her head, no. Then Firiel joined the first elf, and soon it seemed that everyone was clamoring for a song.

"Please, Arilewen?"

"Well..."

"Please?"

"Let me think for a moment." She closed her eyes, ostensibly to think of something to sing, but actually to gather her courage before she opened her mouth. She was terrified that her voice would , or that she would forget the lyrics, or...Maybe it would be better to get it over with.

Still with her eyes closed, she began to sing:

Hello, darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains within the sounds of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a pale lamp, I turned my head from the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a scarlet light
That split the night and touched the sound of silence

And in the light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared,
no one dared disturb the sounds of silence

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed to the scarlet god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
And the sign said “the words of the prophets are written on the granite walls
And cavern's halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.”


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Sounds of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel; with changes by Tinuviel

[ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Elennar Starfire]

Dunaire listened in silence as Tanroth described the road, and as the others sang. He sipped his tea, and looked up to the stars again.

Will the stars be the same in Valinor? he wondered. He finished his tea, and Arilewen finished her song. Maybe I should sing something, he thought, trying to think of something to sing. But he was very tired, so he lay back, and soon was asleep.

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

After finishing his song, Rostion was silent. He continued to look up, at the black vaults of the nighttime sky, littered here and there with stars. He listened to Arilewen, her voice dancing in the air, whispering to him things of silence...and sleep. He was succumbing to sleep, but before he did, he looked to Firiel, who was in deep thought. Rising from his spot, he approached her, and whispered to her ear.

"It is time to sleep now. Tomorrow may be unpredictable."

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[ElentariGreenleaf]

Imthôlion did not speak much as the company ate and shared tales. He did murmur something about the beauty of the stars, as they all turned their eyes skyward, and said some words of praise to one of the other elves as they finished a tale, but it was not until Arilewen sang her song that he said more than five words at once.

“Your song was wonderful, Arilewen,” said Imthôlion. “You have a wonderful singing voice.”

“Thank you,” replied Arilewen. “I never have liked singing in front of others. I always fear I shall get something wrong.”

“Nonsense!” said Imthôlion with a smile. “I have heard you sing before, on those rare occasions when you sang in public, an you never got a note wrong.” He sighed, a deep and thoughtful sigh. “It seems strange that we shall never see the younger elves grow in knowledge and wisdom. I shall miss Lothlorien, with all my heart, yet I cannot be sorrowful, for we travel to a place fairer by far.”

“I know what you mean,” said Arilewen. “It is strange, so very strange, to be leaving the place you have for so long known as home. But be joyful,” she added with a smile, “for we shall see Valinor before long!”

Imthôlion heard Rostion say to Firiel that it was time to sleep, so he said goodnight to Arilewen and found a comfortable place to sleep. He looked up at the stars, and sung a song about Elbereth, though in his head for he did not wish to disturb the others. Before long the darkness of sleep replaced the darkness of night.

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[Elfwine]

Solondil sat on the soft, black earth, opposite Arilewen and Rostion and the others testing their voices against the roaring silence of the night. His arms balanced on his high knees, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes both resting steadily on the flames lapping at the star-scattered sky above. As his fellow elves serenaded the fallen dusk, the knot in his stomach, the warning in his mind, the rending of his heart seemed to melt away into the flickering shadows bred of the flame.

He sat still and silent, never flinching, never faltering; his eyes like two set jewels full of firelight. Tomorrow, tomorrow the real journey would begin.

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[Novnarwen]

Tanroth was one of the last elves to awake the following morning. After the long evening with songs and tales, it felt odd to get up this early. However, it was better to get going now, than wait until it got mid-day. At that time, they would be exhausted again, before they had started walking.

The fog surrounded them, and laid its’ arms thickly around the group. He rose, rubbing his eyes before he could see clearly. The Elf settled down by the fire, letting the fire warm him. Firiel served breakfast, and urged them all to eat as much as they could; a long a rough road was ahead of them, they would certainly need it.

Tanroth ate as quickly as possible. He was already a bit embarrassed by the thought of him being the ‘leader’, and in addition to this: the one being late. However, he packed as quickly he could, and with the help from the others, they were ready to set out for a new day.

“I think we’ll reach the Mountains sometimes between mid-day and afternoon if we walk in a good pace. The fog though, concerns me. However, make sure that we stick together.”

With these simple words the group of Elves gathered around, putting out the fire, and then leaving as little traces after them as possible. Firiel, Rostion and Tanroth took the lead, but had Erkaliel, Arilewen behind them. “Did you enjoy your sleep,” Tanroth asked Rostion. The elf looked at him in surprise, before they broke into laughter. “The sleep I had was pretty enjoyable,” Tanroth said, having a tune of sarcasm in his voice. Firiel slowed down, having Arilewen and Erkaliel to catch up with her.

*******

The morning started to grow old, when they heard the Silverlode River. Its’ dripping was heard far off. The long river, which they were to follow, would later lead on to Kazad-Dûm. Tanroth had at first started wondering whether the River had 'moved'. But then, he realised that they were only approaching the river. Still, a few miles lay in front of them before they could enjoy its' cold water.

After a few hours walking, Tanroth decided it was best to have a break. He had felt tenseness between the elves in the group. It was if they were all very sceptic, just like him. He tried to hide it though. Somehow it felt like there was something coming. The fog was thick, and seemed never to let go of them, besides there was something bothering them, or at least him. What lay ahead, he was unsure of. And his worry about not reaching the ship was also growing on his mind. The Lady herself had told him that they didn't have much time. By this thought, he panicked, and urged everyone to pack up as soon as possible. "No time to lose?" he announced, taking steady steps away from the little resting spot.

Firiel caught up with him, looking very suspiciously at him. "What was all that about?"

Tanroth didn't reply, he just made a grimace, telling the group to set speed again.

[Jack]

Erfalas shivered in the thick fog. He wished it was a better day, warmer maybe, to set out on the quest of a lifetime. He had never been this way, any way out of Lorien for that matter! Following the others would be easy, he hoped.

He hummed the little melody again... he was beginning to think he hadn't heard it anywhere. Every time he hummed it seamed to change a little. Maybe he was musical after all, the thought made him smile. He couldn't sing very well for an elf and his compositions never rhymed. He was hopeless his mother had said, she had been a very talented composer and performer. He smiled again.

Realizing he had fallen behind the others he hurried forward and succeeded in nearly knocking Firiel down. Erfalas blush a bright red and murmured his apologies. He decided he would have to be more careful about his clumsy streak. He had ran into two people so far and he hoped he didn't run into any more unsuspecting elves!

[ October 23, 2003: Message edited by: Jack ]

[Orofaniel]

"What was that all about?" Firiel asked Tanroth. His eyes didn't meet hers. He tried to look away but Firiel followed. No reply came what so ever. She gave a short sigh. She knew the look on his face; he was worried and being sceptical about the whole thing. Tanroth was a man that usually took things quite serious, and this was indeed an important journey. Firiel did understand the pressure that was laid on Tanroth shoulders. But then again, she knew nothing about it. It was he that had gotten the quest from The Lady, no one else.

She sighed yet again before Tanroth turned to the rest of the elves, urging them forwards in the thick fog.

Firiel felt a gentle grip around her arm. It was Rostion. "I thought I lost you," he said while giving a short laugh. Firiel laughed as well. "Of course not...I'm right here." Firiel replied while she grinned.

"Why did we have to pack up so early," Rostion said after they had walked for a couple of minutes. "I mean, wouldn't it be wiser to stay at a resting place until the fog has lighten up? It's very easy to "loose" someone in this kind of weather." Rostion continued.

Firiel listened to what Rostion said. She agreed with her husband. It was true. It would be easy to "loose" someone in the thick fog. And of course it would be wiser to stay at one place until the fog had lightened up. She was silent for a moment before replying: "I agree with you. I don't think this is a very clever thing to do as well. But Tanroth is our leader; he got this "quest" from the Lady for a reason. The Lady trusts him to lead us to The Heavens and to Valinor. We must follow him and trust that he makes his decisions based on his reasons. Maybe he has something planned, I do not know...." She gave a sigh before they both noticed that they had stopped walking. They hurried after the others, who were in front of them.

Before Rostion and Firiel reached them Erfalas almost managed to knock Firiel down from behind, by inncident of course. He had murmured his appolugiese and decided to walk next to them.

"Thick fog," Firiel said while looking on Erfalas.

"Aye," he replied loudly.

Sooner or later they reached the three elves in front of them. Erkaliel, Arilewen and Solondil were talking merrily to each other and seem to have no worries about the thick fog or Tanroth's decisions.

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[ October 23, 2003: Message edited by: Orofaniel ]

[Novnarwen]

Tanroth trudged on, taking no heed or notice to the looks some of the other elves gave him. He was too worried; the fog, the ship, everything! How come he was stuck in this situation? For a moment he hesitated, and even felt regret, sneaking up in his mind. He shook his head, and cleared his thoughts. No way could he think of such things, in the middle of a mission. He remembered the Lady's words:

"I didn't choose you to fail. The intention was quite the opposite." By this thought he calmed, trudging on, and again urging the others to walk faster.

It didn't take long time before the group finally began to see the Silverlode River. It was a long river which stretched itself long ahead. Tanroth tried to look forwards, now seeing the mountains grow bigger. The fog lay thick though, and the elf could only guess that they were about one and a half hours walk from the mountain's bottom.

"May we take a rest?" It was Firiel who had sprung up on Tanroth's side. He looked at her, but didn't say anything. He just gazed towards the mountain's direction, giving a small nod at the lady. She took it like this, a positive answer to her suggestion, and announced that everyone could sit down and take a break. Meanwhile the others sat down, muttering about how tired they were, Firiel took Tanroth's arm, dragging him a few steps away from the rest.

"You are driving them and me, very hard," she said being harsh, but also saying it politely.

These words hit Tanroth, and it became quite obvious what he had done. He had let his doubts and his worries affect the others. He had totally forgotten that these Elves were not his servants, he was only their guide. In a way he became ashamed by these thoughts. Maybe he was being too controlling or maybe just desperate. This was blinding him, and currently maybe keeping him to achieve his goal, which was currently these Elves' goal too. He hadn't even been taking council with the others. On the other hand, was that really necessary? Tanroth pondered about this before he answered the lady Firiel:

"I suppose you're right. But I think it's important that we are up, and well up in the mountains before it grows dark. In that way, we won't need to camp there two nights."

"What makes you think it's important to only have one camp in the mountain, when it obviously would be easier to have two?" Firiel asked. She sounded as if she doubted Tanroth's judgement, which he could understand. Though, he was kind of unsympathetic to why she couldn't understand why two camps in a Mountain were better than one. After all, it was foggy and in the Mountains there was snow. And, least but not last, he was concerned. However, he didn't tell Firiel about the last thing, he had been filled with concern about something or someone threatening them.

The two of them looked at the others again, agreeing after a long explanation from Tanroth's side that this, about the camps, was probably a good idea. But would everyone else agree to this? Not to have a real camp before they were well up in the mountains.

"We'll have to walk for another 6 hours perhaps to reach that goal," he added. Firiel didn't hesitate; she walked away from Tanroth, announcing the suggestion Tanroth had just been explaining her. He wondered how the others would react, since they seemed so tired and since the fog still lay thick.

[ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]

[Orofaniel]

When the elves had almost reached the Silverlode River, Firiel wanted to take a break. She could see that the others wanted to have a short break as well. Her husband, Rostion, had also agreed that it would be wise to have a short rest now. She sprang up to Tarnoth side and asked him politely: "May we take a rest?"

Tanroth didn't answer right away but he gave a short nod. The elves were now muttering something about hurting legs, how tired they were and how hungry they were. Firiel used this to have a one-to one talk with Tanrot. She took him by the arm and led them out of sight to the other elves, who were now seated on some stones.

"You are driving them and me very hard," Firiel said trying not to sound too harsh.

Tanroth seemed to be in deep thinking. He remained silent for a moment.

"I suppose you're right. But I think it's important that we are up, and well up in the mountains before it grows dark. In that way, we won't need to camp there two nights."

Firiel didn't know what to say. Why was this important? She didn't know the answer so she asked him: "What makes you think it's important to only have one camp in the mountain, when it obviously would be easier to have two?"

Tanroth did his best; he tried to explain his concerns. At the end of the conversation Firiel shared the same opinion about the whole thing as Tanroth. He was correct, it would b wise to only camp once in the mountains. The only thing that mattered now was if the other elves agreed to this as well. Firiel was uncertain if they would do so, but they had to ask anyway.


"We'll have to walk for another 6 hours perhaps to reach that goal," Tanroth added at the end. Firiel left Tanroth as soon as he had finished. She went over to the others to tell them what they were going to do.

Firiel cleared her throat as soon as the elves saw that she had come back.

"We will walk 6 more hours so that we only need to stay in the mountains one night." Firel said clear and loudly. The reactions from the elves were as foreseen. Erfalas and Dunaire got their feet. Firiel kenew what was coming; protests, tons of them.

"What do you mean 6 more hours?" Erfalas asked Firiel while he gave a short sigh. "We are tired and hungry." Dunaire said shortly after Erafals had finished his sentence. Firiel didn't know what to say, she just looked away, telling them that this was the best thing to do. "If we walk yet another 6 hours we don't have to longer than one night in the mountains."

Erafalas grinned. "And, why is that so important?" He asked Tanroth as he as well arrived.

"It's important because we never know what we may meet in the mountains. What if there should be an incident? This my friend, is the wisest thing to do."

Erfalas turned his back to Tanroth, walking back to the stone he had been seated on earlier. He didn’t look pleased, and so didn’t' Duinare.

Imthôlion raised and went over to Tanroth. He whispered something to Tanroth. Firiel, however didn't hear what it was. Event though elves have keen ears, she couldn't hear the low whispering voice of Imthôlion.

[ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: Orofaniel ]

[ElentariGreenleaf]

“Tanroth,” said Imthôlion. “You push us too hard. Remember that we are not as young as we once were, and Time has caught up with us. Yes, we can still travel further in one day than a mortal can, but we tire easier now. Let us rest. We will travel further if we regain our strength from a break, even a short one!”

“My mind is unchanged, Imthôlion,” was the severe, yet civil, reply. “We travel for six hours yet.” Tanroth new he had made things clear to the elf, and walked over to Firiel.

Imthôlion, who was surprised at Tanroth’s decision, took a seat next to Erfalas and Duinare. The two elves looked angry, so Imthôlion tried to calm them down.

“Friends,” he said. “Tanroth must have a good reason for this. Let us not be angry with him.”

“If he is to push us so hard,” began Duinare, “then I shall not recognise him as leader!”

“Fie for shame, Duinare!” said Imthôlion sternly. “The Lady Galadriel appointed him as leader, as so he shall stay! Would you split the group over such a small thing? You act on impulse and in doing so you risk confrontation in the group.”

“Hush,” said Erfalas. “Keep your words quiet, or the others may hear.”

Arilewen, who had overheard the mutinous conversation despite Erfalas’ attempts to hush the words, walked over to the three elves.

“What you speak of does, as Imthôlion has said, risk confrontation.” Arilewen felt awkward being the only female in the small group. “But I feel that Tanroth is the one acting on impulse, not any one of us. He does not want to arrive late at the Havens, so he pushes us all too hard to gain extra time.” She brushed some of her dark hair away from her stormy grey eyes.

“What if we were to refuse to travel?” said Erfalas. “What would he do then? Surely he would have to stop.”

“I fear that would not happen,” said Duinare. “He would go on without us, knowing we would have to change our minds and follow.”

The group sat in silence, contemplating Duinare’s wise words. There was little they could do, because Tanroth was a leader appointed by one whose decision is always final.

“But why does he fear to spend more than one night in the mountains?” asked Erfalas.

Imthôlion sighed. “These times are troubled, Erfalas. Orcs patrol the mountains, and Tanroth most likely fears they could attack if we are on the mountain too long. An injury to a member of this company could slow us down immensely.”

“But you know of healing, do you not?” questioned Arilewen.

“Yes,” replied Imthôlion. “But my knowledge is limited to minor injuries.”

There was nothing left to say, for now, so the group parted again. Imthôlion stayed close to Erfalas, talking to him of his travels, so that Erfalas’ mind would not wander back to the subject of the six-hour walk. Imthôlion took it upon himself to keep an eye on Erfalas and Duinare, for neither seemed too pleased with Tanroth at the moment. Imthôlion could not predict what their next move would be, but he would stay with them whatever they did, for the fog was thick meaning anything could happen.

[Jack]

'What was I thinking, what was I thinking?' Erfalas asked himself over and over. First he had spoken and questioned the leader, and then he had been angry at him! Well if it came to that he was upset still. He also wished he knew more about the mountains and that his hands were warm...
'I don't know what I will do but I will rest!' but even as he thought it he quaked at the though of going against his leader. "I will!" he said softly and that was the end of it... he hoped he was making the right choice.

[ October 27, 2003: Message edited by: Jack ]

[Elennar Starfire]

Thinking to himself, Dunaire now regretted his harsh words. He had acted on impulse, as Imthôlion had said. He did not believe that it was wrong to object, he only regretted that he had not been kinder with his words.

He understood the wisdom of camping only one night in the mountains, but also knew that if a fight with orcs or goblins became neccessary, they would do better if they were not overtired. Which is the greater risk? He wondered. He resolved to speak with Tanroth about this.

He walked to Tanroth and Firiel, and spoke of his thoughts.

"I am sorry for my harsh words earlier, but I must tell you that I fear what might happen if we were to be attacked while overtired. We might not be able to react as quickly as we would under other circumstances. I hope you will consider this."

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[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Rostion, who appeared to be tired, had heard all that was going on. Surely there would not be a split in the group, he thought.

"Not now, not while the Dark Lord's power covers the lands, and the only safe place now are behind us, and before us..." He stopped when he saw that Erkaliel was listening, looking at him intently.

"I see what you mean. Lothlorien, which we had loved, is now behind us. The place for us now is the Havens, and what is beyond it. But...we are old already, and our strength does not increase with the passing of the days. We need rest for this long journey, which will be our last."

"Will our lives be the price we pay for a few hours' rest?"

[Orofaniel]

Tinuviel's post

The elves walked for several more hours, surrounded by the white dimness of fog. Arilewen kept hearing odd noises, though she was sure that they were merely products of overactive imagination. The conversation earlier stayed in her mind, and the implication that there might be orcs roaming across their path frightened her. She was no warrior, to slay the foul things, though if pressed she would certainly try.

A cawing to her left startled her. She jumped, then scolded herself for being so timid. This fog was making everyone edgy it seemed. Nervous laughter filled the silence after the birdcall, Arilewen's not least. She still felt slightly embarrassed about singing in front of the group; compliments made her uncomfortable.

Solondil (she thought it was Solondil, anyway. The fog made features difficult to determine.) smiled over at her, explaining that it was only a bird, a crow or raven, most likely. She nodded and carefully studied the ground she was walking over, ostensibly to keep from stumbling.

****

Her feet hurt by the time Tanroth signaled for the group to halt. Arilewen was unaccustomed to walking so far. At home, she had only criss-crossed the forest, though to some, that was far enough. She sat down, noting that the fog seemed to have thinned a bit, enough that she could see the others clearly. A few also sat on rocks, rubbing their equally tender feet while the rest busied themselves with the tasks necessary for setting up a camp.

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[Orofaniel]

Elfwine's post

Though his words to Arilewen were calm, spoken in his hushed, low voice, he could not help acknowledging the shadowy fear creeping forth from the back of his mind and the depths of his heart. With a series of nods and gestures, and a few suppressed whispers, he had the others silently preparing another camp. He himself stooped below every now and then to gather kindling, though he was rather hesitant about the fire all his companions wished for.

The silence that overcame the travelors was an eerie one, that not even Solondil could stand, but with one look at each wary face through the mist held back the words rolling upon his tongue. Now was a time for rest, and he hoped, with all his heart, that they'd find it.

[ November 04, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Novnarwen]

The dark grew as the Elves finished eating. The tense atmosphere could hardly be noticed, probably becuase everyone had been able to relax at their new camp. There was heavy smoke from the fire, which annoyed Tanroth. But he wouldn't argue, the fog was already thick. No way, enemies could find them by the smoke, right?

****

They called the night, making arrangements for the night. "I'll stand guard, for a period of three hours." The others nodded, making ready to sleep. "Erfalas, do you mind, coming with me?" The male elf had no objections, and while the others wnent to sleep, Tanroth and Erfalas walked a few paces away from the camp. Here they found a nice spot, where they could lean back to a stone. "I hope I haven't been to harsh as a 'leader'," Tanroth said innocently. Erfalas waved his hand, as if not hearing what Tanroth had said. "You haven't," Erfalas replied, looking into Tanroth's eyes.

"In fact, it's relieveing to have a 'leader' who is determined. It makes it easier for us, when you take the important decisions. I, still am a bit questioning to your issue about the camp, but Iwe won't discuss it now." Erfalas was serious, but nevertheless, gave a small grin. Tanroth grew happy by this, but didn't show Erfalas that. However, it was good for the two of them to have cleared things up, or at least, talked about it. Tanroth had never disliked or had any kind of objections towards this elf, and Tanroth was glad this remained his idea of the elf.

They leaned back, muttering whether they were to see the stars tonight, or if the fog would hide them. Tanroth sighed, enjoying the silence. "Do you think we will reach the ship?" Erfalas suddenly asked. By this question, Tanroth needed to think. To reach the ship, was surly, his goal. But if the group would, that was another question. The Lady Galadriel had told him what the consequences would be, if the war fell on them, sooner than expected. The Lady had by all means warned him; the ship would leave when the war started, even though the group hadn't reached the Havens.

Tanroth opened his mouth to answer Erfalas' question, but hesitated. What was he really to say? This elf, or rather, everyone including himself, would want to reach the Havens. The ship was almost their only way in surviving the coming war. In the war against Sauron and His Servants, they didn't stand a chance. Well, there was always hope, even though Frodo was just a hobbit from the Shire. Tanroth snorted, thinking about this young Hobbit. How brave it was, to set out for Mount Doom, to destroy something which was ...... impossible? What also, came to his mind, was the fact the Tanroth felt running away from a problem, a war! How could he do that? Tanroth straightened up, reminding himself that he wasn't running. He was leading a group, going to the Grey Havens. They deserved this, all of them.

"This is all depending on the war, and the Ring-bearer, perhaps. None of this lay within our power. But we can and will try to do everything we can. This is something we all want, then let's make it together." Tanroth said these words, not just to reply to Erfalas' question, but also to find comfort himself.

[ October 30, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]