The Road to Erebor RPG

[Frodess]

"I am sorry that I do not reply, my lord. Matters such as these are petty and should not be discussed. But, if you must, my lord. . ."

"I must, "replied Belegond.

"Well, there was a man whom I adored. he was in the Calvary with my brothers. But my parents refused to let us marry. I suspect it was becuase of his social class, but they made it seem like something more. Anyway, we had quite a dispute, and I left. I cannot return. Ever since then I have hardened myself to affection, or any sort of closeness. So, there you have it my lord, though I know not why I tell you this, for it makes me seem weak." She wanted to run out of the Inn right now and scream at the top of her lungs. She truly felt the fool.

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[Arien]

"Weak?" asked Belegond.

"Yes...."

"No you are not, you seem strong. For one you have told me a near stranger of one of your secrets. You are brave, not knowing my reaction, but still telling me. My lady do not harden yourself to affection!" Belegond smiled, he pondered his thoughts for a minute and then addressed her again, "There is already not enough love in this world without a strong maiden such as yourself closing her heart. It is true I know not much of your situation but all I can say is don't be sad, surely your love would want you to be free, happy?" Belegond paused to see her reaction.

[Frodess]

"I know not, my lord. I have not seen him in three years. My love for him seems to have faded. I was, after all, only fifteen, and they say a girl of that age cannot truly love. Do you believe that?" She almost smacked herself for saying so, but it could not be undone.

"My lord," said she, changing the subject. "You come of Rohan too? What forces you to leave? And do I know your family?" Yanithë looked down into her mug of water, trying to see her reflection. She awaited Belegond's answer.

[Arien]

At last the question he had dreaded came, but first he answered her first question.

“You are never too young to love some one…” he replied.

He took a sip of ale and started his story.

“……I was born in Rohan, my mother cared for the Mereas, and my father was a Ranger. For 7 happy years we lived in peace. Then one day when my father and I went out to hunt, our village was burnt to the ground. No one survived. We found my mother…” Belegond paused ”……We buried her and then we left, my father and I vowed to never set foot in Rohan again. Sometimes I think I was too young to make that decision, but I owe it to keep the promise for my father. My father and I have travelled all over, and we were happy once again. But 8 years ago my father was killed by orcs, needlessly, to save my life…………”

Belegond stopped. His heart pounded, he could feel tears forming in his eyes. The memory of his fathers death was too much. But he was a man, Yanithe would surely laugh to see him cry. He held his tears back and looked up.

[maikafanawen]

Finally Kementurien came out of her half-trance and focused on the elf in front of her.

“Now, child, what is it you want know. You must pay first, this time, understand?” said the earth master. Ani Dao nodded and began to tell her of her situation. She explained to her of the danger of Erebor and the people of the company. The assassin didn’t leave out the part about the bandits, and the suspicions, though she did not share them, of Kaldon and Hogar. Kementurien nodded, ‘mhmm’-ed and ‘I see’-ed at just the right spots. When Ani Dao was done with her story, Kementurien sat back in her cedar rocking chair.

“And what can I do?” asked the earth master. Ani looked around the room at all the jars of herbs and poultices displayed on shelves around the apothecary.

“This is my first adventure in where I travel with other people. I will undoubtedly get close with some of them, if not all of them. I do not know if I can handle them perhaps, dying. I haven’t experienced death at all yet.”

“But the dwarves, Ani Dao. They died in Moria when you were there,” the pharmacist began labeling her herb jars again. The elf stood up and walked to the wall behind the counter leaning against the rough wood, her head pressed against the partition from the outside.

“Yes, but they were natural deaths. Deaths that were expected, and celebrated, not brutal passings into Mandos’ hall! I’m taking about killings and murders—”

“You kill and murder child—”

“I mean friends!!” The assassin rounded on Kementurien annoyed with her placid comments. The earth master laid down her pen and stood up. Walking over to where the elf-maiden stood in desperation, she put her hand on Ani Dao’s head softly.

“Ani Dao, do you think you have stumbled upon something too quick. You have assumed to great a responsibility? Are you too weak to accomplish anything of use in this mission?” The gray eyes of the woman stared boldly into the fiery elves own blue eyes. Tears of frustration brimmed the latter’s eyes. Kementurien put her hand under Ani Dao’s chin and lifted it proudly.

“You are strong, Ani Dao. You will succeed, I feel it.” She brought forth a pouch containing three placid stones of different colors, and dumped them into her little palm. “These are river stones I have received from different peoples on my comings to Bree from Umbar. I have boiled them in herbs, and smothered them with song. This one,” she said, holding up a dark blue one, “was given to me by the dwarves of the ancient mountain to which you travel now. It will bring your company hope and courage.” She replaced it in the leather pouch and pulled forth now a light green one. “This I received from Thranduil, your native king. It will bring you stealth and secrecy.” Nestling that one besides the blue one, she pulled forth a gold one. “This one is most precious for it was said to have been wrought by Elbereth Githoniel herself. And it will bring you wisdom. Using this stone will help you decide what to do in a tough situation.” Putting all three stones in the bag and tying it shut, she handed it over to Ani Dao. “These, are gifts, for they are priceless. I have no use for them, so take them and use them wisely. They will serve whoever holds them, so if they are stolen, they could be worked against you. Be wary child.” Kementurien patted the elf’s cheek and scurried back to her counter. Remembering something suddenly she looked up again, "Oh yes, child. Remember this also: The stones may only be used one time each. Then their magic fades." Ani Dao was baffled that a woman whom she had known for only two months would give such precious gifts. She did not even know why this woman had been given these stones. Why would the dwarves, elves, or whoever gave her the third stone part with such dear an item? Deciding that time was not on her side, she kept her questions to herself and tucked the pouch inside her tunic, and hung the leather strap around her neck, nestling it besides her beloved feather pendant.

“Alright, now you can buy the herbs, spices, and medicines that will also help you on your journey.” Kementurien packed all the necessities that Ani Dao would need. Among them were medicines that would suck out poison, poultices that would cease bleeding, and herbs that would calm restless spirits. Placing all in a bag and clasping it shut, the earth master handed it over to Ani Dao, who paid generously in gold. The two friends embraced one last time, then the assassin slung the pack over her shoulder and left the apothecary.


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She came face to face with Arlome recovering from a fight with Kaldon as he rode off. The assassin thought to go after him, but decided better of it. Instead she hurried to see if Arlome needed help. He stood up as if unscathed and re-sheathed his knife. Turning towards the apothecary he greeted her.

“What happened?” asked the elf bewildered.

“Kaldon has betrayed us. I saw him conversing with another man at the Prancing Pony and reported it to Bali. He realized that I had discovered him out and fled. On his way out, I guess, he decided to avenge my actions. We fought, but the guard was coming so he left,” the dunedain stopped to catch his breath which was just coming back to him after the kick. His determined strength and extensive training served his recovery well. He informed the guard of Kaldon’s status and half went after him, while the other returned to the Prancing Pony to check on Bali and the others.

As the elf and dunedain spoke, a man named Belfalod approached them.

“Hail ranger!” said he, coming towards Arlome. After the swift attack, Arlome was cautious. His hand went to his bow, but Ani Dao stopped him. The man realized the tension and asked,

“What happened?” realizing that the two didn’t know who he was he introduced himself, “I apologize, my name is Belfalod, I have been recruited by Bali to join his company, in which you are part of I assume by your nature?” Arlome relaxed and stepped forward, extending his hand.

“Well met, Ranger Belfalod,” the two shook hands. “I am Arlome, and this is my companion Ani Dao.” Ani Dao bowed in the fashion of the elves. “We are indeed part of Bali’s company.” The guard returned without Kaldon and headed back towards the Inn. Ani Dao watched them.

“We better reunite with the company. I have a feeling our stay will be shorter than planned.” Ani Dao untied Uesse, placing the sack of medicines in the saddle bag and the three walked back towards the Prancing Pony.

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[Himaran]

Kaldon rode east for several days. Soon he came to the tower of weathertop. He tied up his horse and made his way to the dell, where he waited. Soon a small group of orcs appeared.

"What orders from the Tower, my lord," asked one. Kaldon dispised the creatures, but they were stupid enough to fight and die for his father.

"Within a few days a large party of men, elves and dwarves will be passing through this area. When they camp in the dell, attack and kill all of them. Their belongings and bodies will be yours."

The orc chieftain turned to his followers. "Here that, lads, tender manflesh right off the bone!" Cheers and snarls of anticipation met his ears.

Kaldon left them, and continued his ride east. Finally coming to the gates of Moria. Leaving his horse in the care of the orc guards there, he swiftly traveled through the labranth of tunnels, and was escorted over a new, wooden bridge over the chasm. He then set out on foot, and within several weeks reached Mirkwood.

He waited in the eaves of the forest for nightfall, and was then escorted by a man posing as a ranger in that area. He made it through in a few days, and then turned north, toward the dark tower of Ulignoth in the Weathered Heath of the Grey Mountains. It was where his father was based.

After passing through the gate and over the defense trench, he ascended to the top level of the tower, where he met his father.

It was a grand room, with large stone pillars set throughout. Everything was furnished with gold. Great windows and galleries were frequent, magestic tapestries were hung on the walls, and on a great throne, at the back of the room, sat his father.

"Welcome home, Kaldon. How goes the plan on your end of the world."

Kaldon sat down at a table, took a sip from the wine glass there, and helped himself to some of the finer parts of the feast laid out.

"Everything is in place. Belfalod is in the group, orcs are waiting to attack at Weathertop, pitfalls have been dug along the Caradhras, and of course, that force of Uruk Hai is waiting near Mirkwood. I would highly doubt if even a few of the company reach Erebor. By the way, have you attacked?"

"Ah, yes. My first attack group moved out yesterday at noon, to set up a fortified camp north of the mountain."

Kaldon chuckled. "No need to get hasty, eh father."

"No, none at all. I do not wish to give them time to rally forces. I have heard news that a Gondorian army recently left Minas Tirith, bound north. I hope to have taken the mountain long before they arrive, if they do at all."

Kaldon had ate and drank his fill, and now sat back and lit a full pipe. "So, what is my next assignment. You know I get restless if I'm sitting around all the time."

"Yes, we can't have you getting out of shape, can we. I want you to head west, and see what sort of trouble you can cause for the group. Your mission to kill Bali is still unfinished. And what of Hogar? Has he defected?"

Kaldon removed the pipe from his mouth long enough to speak. "No, but he is no longer working for us. He has taken to hanging around a hobbit called Sarello. He is slowly turning."

"Well, in that case, forget about the group. We have enough obstacles in their way. Your next assignment is to find and kill Hogar, at any cost. I do not need you here when I attack anyway."

Filling his pouch with pipeweed, Kaldon bowed and left the presence of his father. He took his leave of the great fortress, bound west.

[Himaran]

Eruantalon left Bali to sit at the table, puzzling over the map. He ordered another drink and some food, then sat and watched the guardsmen went back and forth through different parts of the dining and common rooms. They were definantly looking for someone. But who, that is the question.

Then he saw Burzdol come back. He was holding a cloth to his face. Then he stopped at a builboard, noticing something on it. The elf turned and dashed through the bar and into the commons room.

I wonder what that was all about. He must have been disturbed by something.

The man made his way over to the billboard, and searched for the one that alarmed Burzdol. He soon found it, reading the words in a state of shock. Oh, no.

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[Himaran]

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For Burzdol's Post In Which He Finds the Wanted Notice:

[Himaran]

Bali looked up from his map as Burzdol ran up. "What happened to you," inquired the dwarf his face full of concern. It was obvious that Burzdol had been attacked.

"No time to talk. Get up, quickly, and follow me. Hurry!" Burzdol pulled Bali along and shoved him up the stairs of the inn, into the dorm area. Bali protested, but the elf wasn't listening. As they went along he explained.

"Bali, Kaldon was a traitor. I tried to stop him leaving, but he overpowered me and deserted. Before he left he posted a fake Wanted sign for you. It says that you are wanted for robbery and murder in the Shire. Every bounty hunter in Bree, as well as the entire guard force, is looking for you currently, and will not hesitate to kill. It is a miracle that no one found you yet."

They reached one of the rooms. Burzdol opened the door, and pushed Bali inside. "Stay here. I will arrange things to have this hallway protected. I must gather the group and find a way to smuggle you out. Whatever you do, don't open the door!"

He disappeared, and the door was shut. Bali was left in the darkness, crouching behind one of the beds. How could this be happening...

[Frodess]

"No, don't cry my lord,"whispered Yanithë, tears forming in her own eyes. She could not stand to see others cry and that was her "weakness". She searched for his hand and grasped it in comfort.

"I believe a new day has arrived. With this journey, I believe all of our lives will be changed. Perhaps for the better." She smiled, looking him in the eyes. A new day would dawn.

[maikafanawen]

The trio, consisting of Ani Dao, Arlome, and Belfalod, entered the Inn just as the guard had begun questioning Mr. Butterbur, requesting information on a certain dwarf, Bali. The elf, man and dunedain ran into Burzdol as he came running down the stairs. Ani Dao, noticing the bruise on his jaw, rushed to him, concerned. He brushed her away, and told them of their situation.

“Bali is wanted!” The three newcomers exchanged concerned faces. Burzdol acknowledged them by producing the notice he had retrieved from the bulletin board. He handed it to Belfalod who whispered what it read:

WANTED: For robbery and murder in the Shire.
(Dead or Alive)

Name: Bali
Race: Dwarf
Age: Middle Aged (55), but appearing young.

Dwarf is about a foot smaller than a grown man. Bali has a long brown beard and a scar over one eye. Carries a large, single-edged fighting axe, with a curved blade in the style of the Erebor Dwarves. Also, he carries a number of throwing axes (miniatures of his war axe).

If found, please bring to any police force in the Shire or Bree. Reward is 50 gold pieces.


Dismay crept across the faces of the three and Belfalod gave the paper back to Burzdol who folded it and put it inside his tunic.

“What do we do?” asked Ani Dao, her mind working to think of a plan.

“Well we must hide Bali,” said Burzdol, refolding the rag, revealing his bruised face, he gently replaced it and resumed. “I have shut him in his room. I am giving each of you a designated position: Ani Dao,” he looked towards the elf assassin, hardened and ready for her duty. He immediately wished the circumstances were different. “Your place will be the stairway leading up to the dorm area, let no guard pass you! Arlome, I want you and Belfalod to find Yanithe and Belegond and search for an escape out of Bree.” As the two rangers left he turned back to the elf. “Help me round up the others. They will take the common room and dispose of any one who means to capture Bali. And if you find Astarielle, tell her that she will guard the opposite stair way to you.” Ani Dao nodded and rushed to rally the remainder of the company.

Ani Dao found the dwarves Gromfelt, Durin, Dain and Kili talking merrily with some new recruits and brashly informed them of the company’s situation. Standing up immediately, the dwarves began to follow Ani Dao to their designated places. The elf gave a secret smile to her dwarven friend Durin and drew her sword. As soon as Belegond and Yanithe left with Arlome and Belfalod, Butterbur and the guard turned and spotted them. While half of the company made it to their places, Ani Dao stood with Durin to blockade the guard’s passage to Burzdol as he made his way up the stairs to join Erulon in front of Bali’s room, Or prison, thought Ani Dao. The friends drew their weapons in defense of the oncoming guard ...

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[Himaran]

Eruantalon watched Burzdol give orders to the other elf and the rangers. They disappeared down the stairs to do their alloted tasks. That elf certainly has leadership potential.

"Burzdol, you cover Ani Dao's stairwell, I will cover Astarielle's." The elf nodded in acknowledgement. Soon they heard the clash of conflict on the stairs...

[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain gritted his teeth and stood shoulder to shoulder with Kili. "Aye, Kili, you said you did not know me well before. There is no better way than to get to know another dwarf than in the heat and blood of battle. Let's hope that we will fight well and true, and live to see a better day, and toast each other's health.

"And I will second that," Kili responded with a roar. "And may we live to call each other cousin once again!"

Then the two dwarves unsheathed their weapons, and began to organize the new recruits, instructing them what to do and where to stand if the ongoing guards managed to slash through the defenses. The common room would not be easy to take or hold, for they must stop every one who came through seeking to capture Bali.

They ran rapidly for cover behind tables and under the bar, crouching down with their weapons held close and waiting for the first
sign that the enemy was upon them. They could hear the sound of warfare coming nearer as the first clashes broke out on the stairwell.

A roar went up, and out of nowhere a man, mortally injured, called out in pain, then collapsed with his body crashing down the stairs. Who had gutted him with a sword, Dain could not say. But the next one coming into the common room was not so bloody or dead. Kili stood up, weapon in hand, and charged forward to join the fray. All though the Inn could be heard the first sounds of frenzied fighting and striving.

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[Arien]

"Thankyou...."said Belegond but he was interuppted by Arlome.

"Kaldon is a traitor! Bali has been set up by him and now all the bounty hunters and guards in Bree will be looking for him!" Arlome handed the wanted sign to them. As soon as they had finished they got up.

"What must we do?" asked Yanithe.

"Follow us", this came from the Ranger standing next to Arlome, Belegond hesistated waiting for and introduction.

"I am Belfalod, but we need hast this is no time for a merry metting"

"You are right let us go" and with that they headed out of the Inn.

The night was cold, and the stars shone through the clear sky above.

"I go to get supplies" and with this Belfalod ran to towards the stables.

"Let us check the gates" suggested Belegond,"The Northen gate will be heavily guarded, for that is the main one."

"Then I think you sould take the south, Yanithe the East and I the West. Let us meet back here as soon as we find anything." And Arlome sprinted of in the direction of the West gate.

"Goodbye my lady" and then Belegond and Yanithe sprinted in their directions.

Belegond reached the south gate in no time at all, there seemed to be nobody there apart from one lone guard sitting smoking a pipe. It should be easy enough to knock him out.

Belegond walked out of the shadows and said "Quite a night we have tonight, sir."

"Yes it is, beautiful" replied the guard not looking up,"You should be inside young sir, there is a murderer about. Goes by the name of Bali. Very dangerous"

"Oh really", Belegond was now in front of the guard and he took one punch and he was out cold. Belegond dragged him into his hut and the headed back to the meeting place.

[Kili]

Kili lept from Dain's side to the man that had just fallen down the stairs. With a great roar Kili swung his axe and the very young man fell to the ground, no wounds,but out cold. Dain then jumped out and pulled Kili down to the floor just missing a deadly swipe from a axe.

"Thank you my cousin"

"No need" replied Dain grinning from ear to ear,"the battle is not won yet, let us not tarry here any longer." Dain proceeded to get up and knocked a few more guards out cold.

Kili wiped his brow, blood was on his hand. His head had been knocked as he hit the ground. Dain, the recruits and he cleared the common room of guards. Dain put the recruits at each door to be sure no one else entered by that way. Kili tied the unconceous guards up and then stood next to Dain.

"Well, shall we join the others and defend the stairs?" asked Kili.

"Yes let us go," they ran and joined Ani Dao.

"The common room is cleared, and safe. What shall we do now?" asked Kili. Blood now dripped down his face. But he didnt care, he was in battle, this is what he loved, craved.

[Carlas]

Durin stood by Ani Dao, weapons out and ready. He could hear people coming towards them, and he held up his axe preparing to fight. As the first person turned the corner Durin smiled and turned to Ani Dao "Finally!"

The first man ran towards them, his sword raised, but Durin stopped him with his axe before he got much farther. The others came, swinging their swords wildly in the air. Durin and Ani Dao fought side by side, determined not to let them past. When the last man fell, they both smiled triumphantly.

"That wasn't very hard, kind of disapointing actually."Durin said leaning against his axe.

Ani Dao looked over at him "I don't think thats all, there are more yet to come!"

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao’s specialty was stealth and agility. The former would be of no help now, but she would need the latter here. The elf stood not three feet away from her comrade Durin, who held his axe bravely in front of him, his eyes burning with excitement. The elf gave out a wild laugh and lunged forward. It was a mock attack however and when the guard leapt to meet her, she had stepped aside and sent him crashing head on into the wall. She quickly unsheathed a knife and pinned the unconscious man’s shirt to the wall, securing him there. Kneeling down and spinning to avoid the sword that swiped the air above her she gave out a low kick that sent the second guard sprawling behind her. The fall had done him no harm, however, and he was up in a second and after her. The elf took out her own sword and slashed at the air between them. The man stepped back, and his eyes strayed behind her. Ani Dao took the hit and leaned sideways just as another sword joined the fight. Kicking it with great force to the side, she hammered the back of the guard’s head with the butt of her sword then did a round house kick to take out the dumbfounded guard before her. The assassin turned quickly to meet more guards. But none came.

A figure moved from the shadow of the Inn as the dwarves moved to aide her and Durin. A sarcastic smile flickered across the elf’s face as she saw who it was.

“Tr Dalon,” she whispered. Tr Dalon had been a nefarious mercenary in Umbar. She had met him on a travel, and secured him in a prison there. He must have escaped for he stood now before her.

“Greetings old friend.” The mercenary spit on the floor between them, but Ani Dao kept her eyes on the man before her. He settled his sword on his shoulder and announced, “They told me you headed north to the Shire.”

“They?”

“Yes. The prison guards before I slit their throats.” He demonstrated for her slowly, yet her gaze did not waver. The elf’s hard blue eyes bore into him like a drill. Detecting a hint of fear, she quickly propelled a knife that landed right on the drop of the mercenary’s spit. His eyes glanced down and Ani Dao took that moment to attack. She had fought with him before, and her false attack move would not fool him. So she lunged true. Thrusting her sword at his chest she was knocked away by his deflection. Nodding sarcastic approval, she turned fast causing him to jolt. In the instant he realized her bluff, she changed her mind and sent a high kick into his jaw, sending him careening out the nearest window. Leaving the sounds of continued fighting behind her, she leapt through the new exit to meet the mercenary. Tr Dalon was on his feet in a second and threw a knife at Ani Dao’s head. Deciding that ducking might cause it to kill someone else, she attempted to shatter it with a heave of her sword. It worked, and Tr Dalon cursed.

“I swore that when I got out of that cell I’d find you and make you pay for the gold you cost me right along with my ship and the years of time I spent wallowing in that pitiful town of Umbar!” The mercenary’s eyes blazed red and came at her with the fury of a storm. Caught off guard, Ani Dao’s sword was knocked away and sent spinning across the yard. Trying to dodge the maddening swings of his swords, she was slowly backed up to the wall. When the elf was three feet away, she turned and used the partition to flip over her opponent. Succeeding, she gave a hard kick to his neck that sent him writhing in pain on the ground. The grip on his sword weakened, and Ani Dao kicked it away.

“Alright down there Tr Dalon? Want me to get you a drink.” A dark hate shadowed the mercenary’s eyes as he groped for the dagger at his side. A knife from the elf girl’s hand stopped him, making him scream as the blade cut through his wrist. “How many men did you bring with you, demon? How many did you promise part of the gold only to later decide to slit their sorry throats?” Ani Dao fell to her knees beside him and gripped the collar of his shirt in her hands. She could feel his throat swelling with blood and him gasping helplessly for air. Leaning down close to his ear she whispered to him, “It took me three years to heal from that slice you gave me. My friend was not so lucky. The town you burned still lies in ashes, along with the bodies of its people. So, my friend, I believe you owe me.” His eyes brimmed with tears of helplessness and he choked out, “Anything … take anything!” He suddenly realized the mistake of his offer. Tr Dalon’s eyes widened. The man began to correct himself, but his life was suddenly taken from him. Shutting her eyes, tears of relief, running through the creases, Ani Dao stood, remembering the innocent town he had burnt to find the treasures hidden there. Wiping them away quickly, she hid the body behind a compost pile, resolving to attend to it later, if there was a later. She had avenged the ravaged town outside of Umbar, and spared others in line.

Smiling triumphantly, almost oblvious to the true horrors of death, she returned back to the stair landing to aid her friends ...

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[Frodess]

Obediently, Yanithë headed East, searching for she knew not what. Upon reaching the East Gate, the girl dismounted. There was a figure leaning on the wall of the Gate in a slouch. Yanithë approached.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where I am? I seem to have lost my way." She smiled very innocently.

"Well hullo!" cried the gatesman. He appeared to be drunk. "I an't seen such a beauty in such a time! Come 'ere and gives mes a kiss!" He disgusted her so much that she felt ready to hit her, but she withstood this feeling and remembered how the Drink affects men.

"Why, sir, I know not your name. Could you give it?"

"Yessss, me lovessss. I's thes King Aragornsss." With this, he giggled and burped.

"Why, you are so delightfully funny!" Luckily in the darkness he could not see the look of pure revolsion on her face. An idea came to her. She rubbed her hands in anticipation.

[Burzdol]

Burzdol knocked on Bali's door. "They raised the price of your head, 150 gold pieces. Bet you Kaldon is behind this."

"Just stand guard and help Ani Dao if needed."

"Okay. Shhh, someone's coming," he said noticing a strange man approach. The sword clutched in his right hand made the elf uneasy.

The stranger came to Burzdol. "I need to find this dwarf," he held up a wanted poster, "Have you seen him?"

"Who are you? And why do you want to know?" the elf asked meeting him as he reached for the door.

"I was hired to find and kill this dwarf. I don't think you can stop me elf. I'm supposed to check this room. Now move!" he shouted raising his sword.

Before he swung the, elf caught his arms with his left hand. His right arm followed into a punch in his weary face. The man fell back, dropping his sword. He let out a scream of pain as he jumped up. The man's hands held his bleeding face. One of them fell to grasp a dagger in his belt. Burzdol ran at the man, stopping short at the sight of his knife. This should help me beat that Kaldon next time. Hah, this will really help. Instead of countinuing his charge, Burzdol waited. The man, instead, charged. The elf dodged to the side and the man continued running. He was slower because of his pain and didn't turn right away. Burzdol took the advantage and landed a kick in his back. Again the man fell over. Burzdol walked over and picked the man up. "Ani, watch out, some ones coming down. Do what you like with him." The elf threw the man down the stairs.

"Bali they now know where you are. Stay there though, we can keep them away," he said as he wiped away blood off his shoulder. During the fight the blade had gotten him in the arm.

"Well, keep guard as best you can. Yell if you need help. I'll come out to help a friend."

"Thanks."

"Burzdol, Burzdol. We have a small group of visitors. They're looking for Bali," Ani Dao said yelling up the steps.

"Let them come," the elf said drawing his Gondorian sword.

Four more men came up the steps. The first two were unprepared. He thrust his sword into them and shoved them down the stairs. The other two pushed their comrads aside and thrust up shields to block the elf's sword. One pushed Burzdol against the wall. Upon impact the sword fell to the floor. The other, however, got out a hatchet and hacked at Bali's door. The one holding Burzdol got out a knife and thrust it at the elf, Burzdol dodged and got out from between the shield and wall. As soon as he was free he jumped the one that was hacking at the door. The elf grabbed his hatchet and threw it at the other man, it burrowed itself in the man's chest. Then he grabbed his own dagger and stabbed it at the man below him. The elf got up and regained his breath.

He walked to the top of the stair case. Ani Dao had been standing at the bottom shooting arrows into a group of men. Burzdol grabbed his own bow and started to shoot. When the successfully killed the mob they sat down. No sooner had they done this, a group of police came. In their hands clutched short, sturdy swors. Burzdol ran to Ani Dao's side, after he picked up his sword.

"I believe you are causing a disturbance today," an obvious leader said to the pair. "That is liable for the hanging sentence."

As he went on, Burzdol whispered to Ani Dao, "On my signal attack."

"What was that you said?" he asked Burzdol. The elf spat in his face. Before the leader had the chance to retaliate the pair were on his force. Burzdolo punched the man in the face and took him to the ground. The elf hit him again and got up to fight. Throughout the encounter, he saw Ani Dao fight tremendously. All he saw were bits of her, but they were enough to figure out that she had some fights underneath her belt.

Together they defeated the remaining police and went to the top of the stairs. They talked to Bali for awhile before more came. Since the two were at the top they just shot down arrows into the swarm.

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Hogar fought a few men seeking Bali. He then noticed a police force move into the inn. He took Serello and hid behind a table. "Stay here, Serello. If they get you I don't know what I'd do."

"No I coming with you. I can fight now and I want to help."

"Fine, let's go then master hobbit," the two went to work killing any person in search of Bali. A man ran to swing at the hobbit. Suddenly, he fell over. Serello stared in bewilderment. Hogar walked over and pulled a throwing hatchet out of the man. "That's how you throw a hatchet. You try."

The pair continued to fight and Serello learned from the dwarf. Serello charged into a gathering of men and came out the only one standing. Hogar laughed, thinking it was awesome for a hobbit.

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Burzdol was getting tired, but wouldn't let up. Not while he was trying to help Bali. Already he had killed more than twenty men, searching for the reward of Bali's head.

Now he had a new found respect for Ani Dao. He noticed that she was not only beautiful, but also deadly. Now he liked her more and more.

[ March 03, 2003: Message edited by: Burzdol ]

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë hurried down the crowded street to the west gate of Bree. He ran by some local guards that were hurrying in the opposite direction, towards the Pony. As he ran by he heard one of them say, "...ready your swords men. There's some crazy elves picking a fight at the Pony. The killer dwarf is probably there also..."
So, they know where Bali is, thought Arlómë. Those guards are in for it also, he thought as he chuckled softly.

As he reached the west gate he knew that it was going to be in vain to try to go out that way. There were five guards checking everyone trying to leave Bree. It would be easy to defeat those five guards, but they would obviously be pursued. They needed to get out quietly.

Arlómë turned and bumped into somebody.
"Excuse me..." Arlómë began. "Oh, hello Einen."
"Umm...Arlómë, right?" Einen asked.
"Yes."
"I was just on my way to the Pony. Some guards were..." Einen began but Arlómë interrupted.
"Yes, I know. Quick follow me." Arlómë said as he headed back towards the meeting spot. On the way he made sure that Einen knew what he was getting himself into. Einen still wanted to go.
"With elves and rangers in the company, I can learn fast." Einen said.
Arlómë knew that he would have to learn fast, possibly by tonight if they got into any more trouble.

[Arien]

Belegond walked back to the Inn, as to not to look too suspicious. The cold wind blew through his hair, and he shivered. It was frezzing, and he could see his breath in front of him. He kicked a stone along the muddy ground and into a near by puddle. He looked into its reflection. Belegond saw what looked to be 10 or so guards heading his way.

"We need to block the south gate, it is nearest the Inn and no doubt they will try to escape this way" said one of the guards.

Belegond cursed, they would not be able to get out that way. They could but Belegond wasn't sure whether Bali was ready to sacrifice innocent lives.

"Sir?"

Belegond froze, surely they could not be talking to him.

"Sir!" they repeated once again, Belegond spun around to face the group. "Have you seen anything? It seems one of our guards has been attacked."

"No sorry, but I must go, I have heard that there is a vicious mob of Elves and a murderous dwarf about, I must get home to my wife and children!"

"We did not mean to stop you, carry on and go home quickly."

Belegond turned on his heels and sprinted aroun the corner to the front of the Inn. Stupid guards. Ha, how could anyone fall for that? Well we cannot take the south I wonder whether the others have had any luck?

Belegond waited for a while, he could hear cries from the Inn. Two guards stood posted at each door, there was no way of gettig in. Soon enough Arlome and Yanithe arrived.

"I have had no luck", he said to the two.

"Niether I", Arlome relpied looking glum.

The two rangers looked towards Yanithe who was smiling.

"I think I can get us out!"

[Himaran]

Erulon had slain several mercenaries attempting to get into Bali's room, but had left most of the fighting to Burzdol. The man did not like the idea of killing another man even out of self defence.

He pulled Burzdol aside during a brief repsite from the fighting. "Remember, do not kill guards if it is not necessary. We do not wish to become like the murderers that they have taken us for."

The elve's eyes were red with wrath. "But they wish to kill Bali, and would have if it had not been for us defending him."

"Aye, but remember, the guards have been told that he is the murderer. They are merely doing their job. The mercenaries are the only ones that we can feel justified in slaying. Stick to your sword flat, and lay aside your bow. Save your arrows for orc necks, our real enemies."

The elf was silent for a moment. "You are right, Erulon. I will try harder to control myself."

"As will I, Burzdol. I can get out of control, too." Then they heard the clash of metal. More mercenaries attacking Ani Dao's postition.

"I must help her, Erulon." The man nodded.

"I will try to find a way to sneak Bali out of the inn." The friends went their separate ways, Erulon, heading to the window. Taking a rope, he climbed out of the inn. Finding the rangers Arlome and Belegond, he relayed information to them and recieved the plan which Yanithe had created.

He then went to the stables, and got the wagon ready. He drove it over to Bali's window, and helped the dwarf climb down into the wagon. Hiding the dwarf in a closed barrel, first adding large airholes, he transtorted Bali over near the gate where Yanithe was singing to a guard. He waited for her signal...

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt breathed heavely. The warriors they had sent to collect Bali were weak, febile men. Still, there were too damed many of them. Ani Dao was at the stairs with her bow. Kili on the left, Dain on the right. He and Durin were in the middle. A man charged him, he ran farward. Sudenly two more appered. In a second two fell to the ground, one from a arrow, one from a hand axe. The third man halted and turned toward towards Ani Dao with her bow, then he looked at Grom, reaching for his other throwing blade. He ran. Two others did likewise, but there were at least three of stouter heart who took their place. Gromfelt grimed as one of them charged him. He had his axes in hands, and took a stance by the foot of the stairs. Sundenly a screem pieced the room. And Gromfelt lost fouces on the man as he turned to his left. Kili had an arrow in his sholder. He was running blidly toward a man with a bow. But that wasn't asounding thing. After he despaced the man, he charged the rest of them head on, seemingly unaware of the shaft potruding from him. They scatered like flys. Gromfelt didn't have time to see what happened next, the man running for him raised his sword. An arrow from Ani Dao bought him sone time, and two swift strokes, that's all it took to get rid of the fellow. Then Grom looked up. The first wave of men were gone. Dain was already looking at Kili,but he was laughing, and Grom noticed that the shaft was gone "Did ya see their faces? Hit my armor. Fell off and still they kept running." He said, barly able to contain his mirth. All the dwarfs grined. "There'll be more" said Dain, now frowning in thought. "Lots more, hope they get Bali out of here soon." "No rush," said Gromfelt, taking his place back at the staircase. "the more the merrier." Then there was a comotion upstairs. Horses nighed, and tense voices wispered outside. Bali was breaking out.

[ March 04, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]

[Earendil Halfelven]

The two men stood there in the dark, barely able to hold in their laughter as they watched Yanithë sing a lullaby to the drunk guard. Arlómë and Einen stood there waiting for her plan to work. This was hilarious! But they had to be serious...

At first Yanithë, Erulon, and Belegond were suspicious of Einen and his "sudden" appearance right after the fight started. But Arlómë told them that he had recruited him long before all this started earlier in the day. Erulon and Belegond and the wagon containing Bali in the barrel were across the street also hiding in the shadows.
"Yanithë has a nice voice. If I wasn't looking at her, I'd take her for an elf maiden." Einen said.
Arlómë looked over at him with a sly smile.
"Don't even entertain the thought." he said.
"What?" Einen asked with a little sarcasm.
"I detect some attraction in your voice. She is a traveled hardened warrior from Rohan. You have more important things to worry about for now, like getting out of Bree. Worry about that stuff later." Arlómë said. He didn't mean to discourage the boy but now was not the time...

Arlómë could see that her plan was working. The guard was sitting on the ground and his head was nodding. Almost...
"What are you two doing out here?" came a voice from behind.
Oh no, thought Arlómë. They turned around. It was two local guards; a short one and a tall one. Arlómë stepped in front to block their view of Yanithë.
Good thing the others and the wagon with the other horses are across the street, Arlómë thought with some relief.
"Well, answer up! You fellows look pretty suspicious just standing here in the dark." the short guard asked.
"And who was that singing? I thought I heard something..." the other guard said looking around. Arlómë glanced behind him. Yanithë was gone and the guard was asleep. Good she's gone, Arlómë thought.
"We were investigating the singing also." Einen said. "But we just found this drunken guard." Einen motioned behind him at the guard.
"Not again!" the tall guard said. "Grum is drunk and asleep and on a night such as this."
"You two are under arrest. Come with us for questioning." the short one said. "Give us your weapons."
Einen was about to protest, but Arlómë elbowed him to be silent. The sooner these guards leave the better for Bali and the rest, Arlómë thought. So without further delay, Arlómë and Einen were disarmed and led off towards the guard station.

In the shadows on the other side of the street, Belegond, Erulon, and Yanithë watched with growing dismay as their two friends disappeared down the street with the guards.
"Should we help them?" Yanithë whispered to Erulon.
"No. I trust the Ranger and his skills. They will escape. Now's our chance...let's get out of this stinking town." Erulon said.

[ March 06, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]

[Himaran]

Erulon stared into the blackness that had swallowed up Arlome and his friend Einin. He was worried, but he knew that Arlome was a ranger. He had gone with the guards to draw the heat off the wagon with Bali, and with the knowledge that he and Einin would get out easily enough.

"Should we help them?" Yanithë whispered to Erulon.

"No. I trust the Ranger and his skills. They will escape. Now's our chance to leave peacfully... let's get out of this stinking town."

And so Yanithe, Erulon and Belegond left Bree, closing (but leaving unlocked) the gate through which they had left. They traveled for a while, until the town was out of sight. Yanithe and Belegond road on horseback while guiding the other horses, and Erulon drove the wagon.

Finally, they deemed it was safe to let Bali out of the barrel. He was rather annoyed, but tried not to show it; as he was a friendly dwarf. "Thank you, my friends, for your help in my protection. But where are the others?"

Erulon answered: "They are coming in their own time and in their own way. We will meet them at Weathertop."

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Back at the inn, Burzdol gave the signal. "Everyone, make for Weathertop! The others will meet us there with the horses."

And so the warriors fled from Bree, having acieved their objective, in their own way....

[Arien]

The four companions had been riding for three days now and the first rays of light were peeping up from the hills. Belegond thought of Bree. Whether Kili was ok, he was sure he would be especially with his new found friend Dain. And what about the rest, hopefully they would make it to Weathertop. And Arlome and Einen, but they should be ok.....hopefully.

And then his thoughts drifted to Yanithe, she was riding beside him with a few of the horses tethered to hers. Her fair face glowed in the rising sunrise, he had to admit she was beautiful. Her hair blew back in the morning breeze and her eyes shone bright. As for her singing, he could have mistaken her for an elf if had not known better. But it was true she was just not a pretty face, she was strong. He then remembered the Inn, he had cried and she had seen him, how stupid could he get? She must of thought...he did not know what she thought, he longed to know though.

"Are you hungry Bali?" Belegond turned to the Dwarf who sat crossed legged in the wagon.

"No, thankyou, although I could do with some water", he replied.

Belegond handed a canteen over to Bali who said thankyou and started to drink.

Time passed quickly and it was soon mid-day, but they had nothing to eat because Belfalod had all the supplies. They continued. Belegond took off the chain from his neck, he contemplated whether he should leave it as a sign for the others to follow. He decided he should. He kissed it and then discarded it.

"Did you leave that as a sign to follow us by?" asked Yanithe.

"Yes, incase there is a group without a Ranger. Hope fully they will have sense to pick it up."

"Why?", she asked, concern in her eyes.

"It is......was my fathers."

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[maikafanawen]

The rest of the company fled the Prancing Pony at Burzdol’s command. On Exiting the Inn, the group saw about a dozen guards flanking each side headed towards the inn at a run.

“Astarielle! Take the dwarves out of Bree!” Burzdol kept his eyes on the oncoming police.

“But—” protested the elf maiden.

“Just go!” Ani Dao stood back to back with Burzdol, sword raised and ready for th assault. Astarielle led the dwarves back into the Inn and out the back exit.

Surrounded, Ani Dao whispered to Burzdol;

“Are you crazy? I was never good with ratio comparisons, but my senses tell me we are definitely outnumbered!” Burzdol had realized that before he told the she-elf of his plan.

“They are coming from both sides. Hit their swords with enough fury to make so much noise that we can slip away and they’ll end up fighting each other.” Burzdol made it sound easy, but Ani Dao was doubtful at the numbers of their opponents. Gripping her sword with both hands, she struck the attackers with such force that the sound was almost deafening. Wild with fear and energy, the guards thrashed about at the two elves. The police soon found that they were clashing swords with one another and the two “outlaws” had vanished down an alley.

Pursuing, they tripped over barrels and erected barriers set up quickly by the two retreats. Ani Dao stopped momentarily to weave a piece of whip across the alley a foot above the ground. Leaping away just in time, half of the guard tripped and fell over the snare. Cheering silently, she ran to catch up with Burzdol. The two wove in and out of alleys for the better part of an hour in attempt to through their chasers off their trail. Finally succeeding they crouched low in the shadows of an old stable.

“How do we get out of Bree?” asked Ani Dao. Stealthily checking out each gate, they discovered that they were guarded heavily and retreat would have to be made through, over, or under the surrounding wall.

“Wait! I have an idea!” Staying out of the lights, the assassin led them to the apothecary.

A dusty aroma tickled their senses as they entered the store. Kemi came immediately towards them holding a bag of food and other necessary supplies. Two newly made and thick cloaks were draped over each arm and newly sharpened arrows were nestled inside a leather bundle. In answer to the confused faces Kemi explained:

“I heard of the fight at the Inn. I thought you might drop by.” She smiled cleverly and handed the bag to Ani Dao and gave each of them a cloak. The arrows she gave to Burzdol, who took them gratefully and added them to his own quiver. Ani Dao fumbled for her money pouch but the woman stopped her. “Don’t worry about payment. You ave me three times the worth of that las bag. These are well covered.” She winked and clasped the brooch under the elf’s chin.

“Many, many thanks, Kemi.” The pharmacist brushed away the comment and ushered them out the back of her shop.

“in my fence is a weak post. Pull it out and a small forest grows behind it. Between the New Moon, the rain, and its own shadows, you should not be detected. Then you are free, but be careful child.” Ani Dao felt the pouch of stones snug inside her vest and kissed old woman on her forehead.

“Goodbye.” The two left the apothecary and found the false post. Looking one last time at her old friend before exiting the yard, Ani Dao bowed her head and followed Burzdol out of Bree into the forest.

“Do you think Astarielle got the others out?” Ani Dao asked stepping over a rotting tree. Burzdol nodded.

“They’re fine.”

“And the rangers? Yanithe?” Burzdol nodded. Ani Dao accepted it and brushed a stray branch out of her way.

“Good.” She then laughed quietly.

“What?” asked the other elf, not having the slightest idea of what she might find amusing or even humorous. The she-elf shrugged.

“That was fun. I thought it would take longer. Pretty lucky we dropped in to see Kemi. We got food too. Bet the others weren’t so lucky. We’ll find them soon eh? Weathertop or other?” Burzdol stopped and looked at her.

“And you’re just so calm about this whole thing?” Ani Dao nodded without hesitation. The elf shrugged and continued walking. They had a three days journey ahead of them if all went well. Both of them smiled inwardly, secretly thankful for the walk together.

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[Frodess]

Yanithë felt rather triumphant in her plan of sneaking the company out of Bree. She was so happy, in fact, that she almost felt she would squeel with delight, but no. After a few hours, it was back to business. Indeed Yanithë was glad that she could help. . .but the drunken man the Gate. . .she almost wretched to think of him. She was glad that she could hold her own. . .had she been anyone else. . .

But no, she was not anyone else, she was Yanithë, daughter of Pæwyn, and she would not forget. Though I shall never know her again.

Yanithë had smuggled a few pieces of bread into a pouch on her belt (for she was clad in men's clothes). "Master Bali, I would be honored if you would take this," said she, handing the bread to him. "I know it may not suit, but I hope it will stay your hunger until we come upon some food."

She remounted her horse, riding beside Belegond.

Did you leave that as a sign to follow us by?" asked Yanithe.

"Yes, incase there is a group without a Ranger. Hope fully they will have sense to pick it up."

"Why?", she asked, concern in her eyes.

"It is......was my fathers."

"Then," responded Yanithë. "By all means, do not leave it. Let me see what I have-" She looked her person over, checking her pouch,and rumaging through other baggage on the horse.

"Ah!" cried she. "Here!" She held up a brooch in the shape of a horse. "Do not worry. It was a gift, and I'm sure he who gave it to me would not mind my using it to help my- my friends." She threw the brooch down without response, as if ridding herself of a burden. She then took a pin from her sewing pouch and pinned her cloak.

"And, my lord," said she in a low voice. "Everyone cries. It is a way to know you live." With that, she turned her head, and fiddled with a button on her clothes.

[Arien]

Belegond smiled. Yanite had sort of comforted him. He stopped Duelen and the other horse and lept down. He ran twenty metres or so and found his fathers chain on top of the cool green grass. He grabbed it and ran back to Duelen and mounted. They contiued to ride.

"Thankyou." he said.

Yanithe seemed suprised, "For what?"

"For letting me get back this chain, I am greatful, more greatful then you could ever possibly know."

They then were in silence for the next 3 hours or so. Day was drawing to a close and the sun lay down her head and the moon sprang forth. They did not stop, they saw no need to and so they kept pressing on. The fate of Erebor all in their minds.

[Kili]

Thoughts of Bree trailed throgh his mind. they had gotton out through the back door of the Inn and then through the east gate which was open. It was guarded by guards though and they had quite a job getting out. They had to climb to the roof of the house next to the gate and jump down to reach the other side. It was painful especially when he fell. But all was ok now.

Kili was walking beside Dain, he was truely annoyed that they had to walk. From what he had heard Belegond and his group had the horses and wagon. He was going to have a word with him when they next met. To add to everyones bad mood, the elf who was leading them seemed very disgruntled.

Kili, decided to ask why.

"My dear lady, why so annoyed?"

Astarielle turned to face him.

[Himaran]

Belfalod stood in the shadows of the apothecary. He watched the two elves recieve supplies and leave. He followed them, leading two horses ladden with supplies. He watched the way they left. That elf always has a back door, remember that. That was what Kaldon had told him, and now he saw that it was true.

He left through the main gate (as he was no suspect) and turned east. He walked swiftly and tirelessly along the road, leading the horses on foot. He travelled for several days, rarely stopping. Soon he saw the wagon, going over a small hill a mile or so away. Good, I will have caught up with them by tomorrow.

[astarielle]

Astarielle rode up swiftly behind to the front of the band of dwarves. She had disappeared in Bree as she felt a feeling of darkness come over her and went to investigate. As she neared the front she said in a clear voice but only loud enough for them to hear, "Hurry, make haste into the woods on the eastern side. At least there we may have an advantage. Hurry".

Astarielle drew her sword and held it aloof, silently she plunged into the wood. By going into the woods Astarielle hoped that their trail would get confused but also slow down the enemy.

"Go quietly, as silent as your feet will take you, head for the clearing 2leagues yonder."She said calmly with a gesture of her sword."I will cover the rear a let the others know where we are."

With that she halted and Talhandir turned instantly on her haunches and sped of in to the dense woodland, ducking and diving.

She found an elm tree and with great skill carved into the bark she carved some symbols; a number 2, an E for east and an A for Astarielle. She knew that whoever the attackers were they would not understand.

She turned once more and followed the dwarves.

[Earendil Halfelven]

They arrived at the guard station. The town was full of chaos; guards were running all over looking for the fugitives, the wounded were being taken to the hospital, and the dead were being taken to the morgue for burial. Most of the dead were mercanaries but there were a few guards among the fallen. Luckily, none of the company had been captured, or they would be at the station also.

Arlómë and Einen were taken and put inside an empty room in the station. The guard closed and locked the door behind him. They were alone. Immediately, Einen got up and started inspecting the windows, but it was useless.
"We can't escape. There's too many guards outside. They'll notice if we leave through this window." Einen said.
"I think it would be better to get out of Bree legally instead of escaping. That would just set them out in pursuit of us, and they'd know that we are connected with the fight at the Inn. We need to convince them that we are innocent." Arlómë said.
Einen nodded. "We didn't fight any guards anyways, so I guess that does make us innocent." he said.

They waited there for an hour. During that hour, they could here orders being given outside to squads of guards to pursue the fugitives.
"We have a group of dwarves, elves, and men that have escaped. They are the ones responsible for the fight at the Pony, and it is possible that the dwarf, Bali, is with them. We do not know what direction they were headed, so we will send guards out in company's of 20 to search for them in every direction. Be advised that they are armed and very dangerous."
One of the guards spoke up. "Sir, since they have elves in the group, it could be possible that they are heading for the nearly deserted elf village of Rivendell."
"Ok, we'll send 5 squads out towards Rivendell."
I]5 squads! Thats nearly 50 soldiers[/I]Arlómë thought to himself. They'll be able to handle them, hopefully.
But the company was spread out with some traveling by themselves which made them vulnerable to be captured...or killed. They'd be picked off one by one.
"Be advised that the fugitives are wanted dead or alive!"
That wasn't good. Einen looked out the window and saw the squads of guards heading towards the gates...on horseback.
"Hopefully, the others have a good headstart on these guards."
The two men sat there and waited.

[Earendil Halfelven]

After waiting in the room for an hour, the door was unlocked and in walked some guards. One, obviously, was the leader. Arlómë could tell that by his rank insignia, that he was a captain of the guard. The other three were regular footmen. Arlómë and Einen rose to their feet as the guards entered.
"So what were you doing hanging around the east gate? Helping the fugitives escape?" the captain demanded.
"We haven broken no law. We were investigating a noise when we were arrested. If you ask the guards that arrested us, they will confirm our story." Arlómë said.
The captain looked at Arlómë and then at Einen. "I've already talked to them. You gave the same story."
"So you can let us go." Einen said.
"Not so quick. Who are you guys?" asked the captain.
"I am Arlómë of the Dúnedain, known around here as Rangers."
"And I'm Einen. I live here in Bree, but I am heading out on a journey with Arlómë."
"Where are you headed, may I ask?" the captain demanded.
"We are heading south, towards Gondor. King Elessar is also the chief of the Dúnedain. We are of the same lineage." Arlómë said. He really didn't like revealing this to the captain, but if it would help get them out of Bree, than it was worth it.
The captain looked at them some more in silence. "All right." he finally said at last. "I believe you. But just to make sure your not in league with the fugitives, we'll keep you here for a while."
"What? You can't do this! We haven't done anything wrong!" Einen protested.
"I'm Captain of the Guard, and I can do anything I want!" the captain said.
"How long?" Arlómë said. He was losing his patience with this fat man.
"Until I feel like letting you go. Until then, you will stay in the jail. Men, take 'em away." the captain said as he left.
The three guards bound Arlómë and Einen's hands and led them to the jail.

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It had been 2 days since the company escaped. Arlómë and Einen sat in the jail in Bree. Arlómë knew that they had to get out soon, or it would take forever for them to catch up.
"Is that you, Einen? I can't believe your in jail." said a guard that just walked in.
Einen looked up. "Oh...hey Spurin! I didn't know you were a guard."
"Yep, just finished training yesterday. See, look here. I'm an official Guard of Bree." Spurin showed his badge to Einen. "Oh I'll be back."
"Who's that?" Arlómë asked.
"That is one of the dumbest people in Bree. I can't believe he's in the Guard." Suddenly, a light clicked in Einen's head.
"One of the dumbest people in Bree and he's in the Guard and he just happens to be guarding us. Hmmm...opportunity knocks." Einen smiled as Spurin walked back in.
"Well, as my first assignment, I get to guard the prisoners. Thats you. So I'm here guarding you." Spurin said.
"How long do you think we'll be here?" Einen said.
"The captain said for a week. I hear you was sneaking around. A conspiracy and stuff. Thats what the captain said." he said.
"Did you hear anything about the fugitives?" Einen asked.
"Well, so far, we've checked north, south, and west. Even out towards Buckland. But no sign of 'em. We're concentrating on that Rivendell place now."
"Well, you know, I was thinking since we are going to be here for a week if I could go get my favorite pillow from home." Einen asked.
"Ummm...I don't know. You see, as a guard I'm supposed to be guarding you and I can't let you out though."
"Well, this jail's just so uncomfortable and I haven't slept well the last 2 nights. I need the comforts from home, you know, to help me be a good prisoner."
"Well..."
Einen jumped on the chance. "Come on...I want to make sure my time here is fun because I have my best friend guarding me. How long have we known eachother Spurin?"
"Oh about...since we was kids. Ok, I'll let you get your bedding stuff." Spurin said as he got the keys out.
Arlómë couldn't believe his ears.

Spurin opened the door and Einen got out.
"Oh, do you know where my stuff is? My housekey is in my bag." Einen asked.
"Yeah, let me take you there to get it." Spurin said as he shut the door on Arlómë. The two men left. Arlómë only hoped that Einen knew what he was doing.

Einen returned 20 minutes later along with all their gear and weapons. Spurin did not return.
“Ok, so what did you do?” Arlómë asked. “Did you do something illegal?”
“Well, we had to get out soon, so I just knocked Spurin out when we were at my house. Don’t worry…nobody has noticed. Their all still worrying about finding the “fugitives.” Come on let’s get out of here. I know a few secret ways out.” Einen said as he handed Arlómë his gear.
Arlómë sighed, but with satisfaction. “All right, if you insist.” And with that, Arlómë and Einen were geared up and 10 minutes later, they were out of Bree and on their way.

As they walked through the fields and avoided the road, Einen said, “Too bad they have our horses. Its just going to be harder to catch up.”
“I’ve walked this land many times. We’ll head for Weathertop, and if we miss them there, then we’ll go on towards Rivendell. But first, we need to get into the forest up ahead and out of this field or we’ll be seen.”
Arlómë and Einen hurried towards the forest.

[Himaran]

Bali sat in the wagon, sipping from Belegond's canteen. He was a little sore from being scrunched in the wagon, but thankful to be alive. He was, however, still burning with anger over missing a good fight, and more importantly, letting his friends go into danger which he would be shielded from. He vowed silently never to allow anyone to hide him again, as long as he lived.

They had travelled for a while, now; about five days, and were nearing the weather hills. "Soon we will be at weathertop, friends. We can make a camp there, and get some shelter up, as we will mostlikely be the first to arrive."

The others agreed on the plan. After about an hour's ride they arrived at weathertop. It was a large hill, fairly tall and steep, with a small dell on the southern side and a ring of broken statues and stone on the plateu at the top.

Eruantalon stayed at the bottom of the hill, watching the horses and the wagon, while Bali lead Yanithe and Belegond up the hill. They soon arrived at the dell.

It was small, damp, and not very inviting. It also showed evidence of being recently used. A single pair of heavily booted feet had trodden the ground, and many other, smaller tracks were seen. Belegond did not like the look of them, and neither did Bali.

"Orc tracks if I ever saw them. Perhaps it would be best to move on tonight and not stay here at Weathertop."

"Aye, I would agree, but our friends are counting on us meeting them here. How else will they get horses?" The friends were not happy with the arrangement, but all decided that it was best to stay. They built a small shelter in the dell and put up the tents, and then got a fire going. Bali rubbed his hands together in anticipation, as it was their first hot meal since before the "incident" in Bree. The group shared a merry supper with one another, all looking for the rest of the company to arrive.

[Burzdol]

The two elves walked in almost all silence for two days. They new they were being followed by guards, but kept their pace. During those two days, they only had to fight a few mercinaries.

Upon the last night they finally stopped to camp. Burzdol sat with his knife carving the pipe he was creating.

"Burzdol, come over here. Help me start this fire. You do want food, don't you?" the she-elf asked.

"Yeah, well I am pretty hungry," he said walking to his companion.

After awhile, sweet aromas filled their encampment. The two sat eating and drinking, when a group of police came out of the woods. Burzdol, as like Ani Dao, dropped their plates and drew knives. A stale mate occured. A group of police about twenty strong, against two elves. Suddenly the two elves jumped the men, nocking out as many as possible. Soon after, all were tied up along the tree line. The elves finished their meals, and left the camp and guards.

"For Weather top, yon maiden?" Burzdol asked.

"Yes, to Weather top," the two walked off without a look back.

[Himaran]

Belfalod soon reached the camp at Weathertop. The other companions were glad to see him, but of course they were also overjoyed about the supplies. He helped them carry the snowshoes, victualls, blankets, and other implements up to camp, and then carefully inspected the tracks which Belegond showed him.

"Aye, these were made by orcs alright. But I don't smell them anywhere. Mayhap a group of goblins passed through here recently."

"Well, we will just have to keep a closer watch on the area," said Eruantalon. "Yanithe, you and Belegon take first watch."

The group kept a close watch, but never the less slept peacefully. They awaited the coming of their companions.

[Arvedui III]

"We have to keep moving."

That was the order of the day, keep moving.Astarielle was coving their tracks, but still the dwarves barly stopped to rest. They seen guards moving in the night and had no intentions of having their path the Weathertop blocked. Gromfelt and the others were tense. Not because of the guards tramping about, but they wanted to reach the others without any problems.

Dain held up a fist and the group halted. "Anything?" said Durin who was next to him. "No, just a noise. Think we're getting close." answered Dain. Then Grom heard it. A rusling in the trees. "Keep moving" said Kili and the party slowly started walking again. Gromfelt walked back to Astarielle. "Did you hear something, just now?" he said, "Yes, Bree guards probibly. Keep moving, master dwarf." It was an erie march indeed, however They came across no problems of any sort in the woods save being stoped by noises every once and awhile.

They were very relived to come to Weathertop that night. Belfalod had brought the suppies and the company was almost all there now. Despite this, the mood of the camp was tense. Others had heards rusteling in the woods and orc tracks had been spotted.

Ominous. thought Gromfelt as the night wore on. Something's coming our way, and I don't like it.

[Himaran]

Bali took second watch, with Dain and Kili. He pondored once again if they had chosen the right path, and if the Caradhras would prove to be the doom of the companions he had brought. Swords could beat orcs, but they had not power over the weather!

He then heard the sounds again. Rustling in the bushes near the bottom of weathertop. "Dain, Kili, come over here."

The two dwarves walked over. "Look down there, near the wagon. I'd have sworn that those bushes moved once or twice."

"Aye, I saw it too. Mayhaps those are orcs." They watched the bushes for a while.

Then Bali spoke. "Dain, wake up Astarielle, Belegond, and Eruantalon. You and Kili keep a watch from the top, and we will go down and investigate."

The other two dwarves were not happy about, as they later grumbled, being "left out," but Bali would not let them argue with him. They knew it had hurt his pride to be snuck out of Bree, without being able to fight, and he needed something to redeem himself by.

Bali, Astarielle, Erulon, and Belegond made their way down to the wagon...

[maikafanawen]

The two elves walked quickly towards the destined meeting place of the company. The sun sank low behind the hills of the west and darkness began to blanket the land. Thick clouds shrouded the stars and moon stopping any light from illuminating the path before them. The guards had been securely tied at their last stop and the only chance of freedom they had was if a friend came upon them to free them.

A light rain began to fall as they treked onwards. Their first instinct was not to stop in case more guards picked up their trail, but as they continued through the night, soaked to the bone, they finally decided that they need shelter if they were to make it to Weathertop strong, and able for fighting if the case need be.

Finding shelter in a small cove of trees, they hung their cloaks and most of their clothes on the branches to dry. Since starting a fire was out of the question, the two drifted off to sleep.

Despite the rain, Ani Dao slept long. Physical endurance had fatigued her agile body. Her sleep was undesturbed by dreams and she woke like she usually would on travels, just an hour before sunrise. Sitting up, she stretched and dug out her water canteen, taking a satisfying drink. Burzdol was still sleeping on a soft patch of moss, his face calm and peaceful.

She wandered out of the clearing to a little stream, full with the supply of rain the nigth before. She refilled her canteen and removed her boots, setting her feet slowly in the cool water. Leaning back in the grass her hand strayed to her neck and she began to play with her feather pendant.

The she-elf must have dozed because when she awoke, a small rabbit was playing in her boots and her feet were numb. The sun's rays were sneaking up over the hill, drying the soaked earth. Licking the little droplets of dew that had formed on her lips, she sat up and removed her feet from the little creek. The elf rubbed feeling back into them and placed them back into her boots. Ani Dao then shooed away the rabbit she realized she probably should have caught and cooked for her and her companion.

Mozying back up to where Burzdol lay still sleeping she checked her clothes. All of them dry she put them on, and began to search for something to eat. Finding a good piece of bread and some cheese in the bag that Kemiturien had given them, she took off a chunk and broke it into two pieces. Rousing Burzdol, she gave half to him and ate the rest quickly.

When they got back on their way, the earth had soaked up all the water, and traveling was made easier. It was mid afternoon by the time they finally reached Weathertop ...