The Road to Erebor RPG

[Arien]

As they made their way down to the wagon a rustling could be heard again. Something made a noise, Belegond’s eyes darted around the area to see where it came from. They came to rest upon an orc.

“There are orcs about be careful,” he whispered into the dead of the night, but Bali had not heard him and was standing next to the wagon, beckoning the party down further. Belegond looked around and saw an archer hidden by reeds aiming for Bali. In a flash he had out his bow, he drew back and arrow pierced the orc’s head. The orc gave out a cry and fell to the floor. In one second flat they were surrounded by orcs, Bali had run back up to them and thanked Belegond. Now the Orcs were closing in, around 20 surrounded them and the rest headed to the top of Weathertop.

Erulon gave out a cry so the rest of the company on top of the hill were warned, “Orcs!!!! Orcs have come!!” the voice rang in the night air.

Then the fight began, Belegond drew his dagger and stabbed the nearest orc in the heart, he then side kicked another and used the force from the kick to jump onto the back of another and impale its head.

He then retreated up the hill, and took his bow out. He hit a few orcs, as he was a skilled archer, even at night. He then went down to join the rest.

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[Himaran]

Bali ducked under the swing of an orc scimatar, a ran him through on the point of his axe. Turning swiftly, he slew two more and killed a third with a swift hatchet throw.

Eruantalon had his back to the wagon, swinging left and right with his large mithril axe, slaying wherever he struck. Yanithe killed many. Belegond came back down from where he had been firing arrows.

"I will owe you two now, good ranger." Belegond smiled. "Aye, so you will."

They heard cries and the clashing of metal from the hilltop. The dwarves had been attacked. "To the hilltop!" The warriors rushed up the path to aid their friends at the dell of Weathertop.

[Himaran]

Belfalod stood on the hilltop with the dwarves. He had not been awoken by Bali, but had gotten up anyway. He heard the shouts and the fighting from below. Would this orc attack do some of his job for him? It was always nice when things worked out that way.

But he had several dwarves with him on the hilltop, so he would have fight the orcs if it came to that. Looking out over the plains, he spotted the two elves, Burzdol and Ani Dao, racing toward the fight from some distance off.

Then he heard orc cries. "They are climbing up toward us! Dwarves, defend the hilltop; they must not gain the advantage of the ridge!"

The three dwarves attacked with Belfalod leading them, his long sword held high. They clashed with the orcs in a fasion of such fury that their enemies' charge was broken. The man and his companions chased the orcs the length of the hilltop, knocking some off the ledge and into empty space, bound for a long drop to the ground.

A group of orcs had came up another direction. Spotting them, Belfalod drew his bow and fired several arrows into their ranks. Kili was gleefully throwing a belt-full of hatchets, slaying many. Dain and Grom had went around and flanked them. The warriors charged and attacked from opposite sides, meeting in the middle. They left known alive.

[maikafanawen]

Burzdol and Ani Dao raced towards the hill where the dwarves were fending of the raiding party of orcs. Hasty to join the fight and help his friends, Burzdol meant to break through the cover of the woods and into the mob. Knowing better, Ani Dao pulled him around by the shoulders and dragged him behind a nearby bush.

“Oh no, we’re not challenging anymore mobs. Besides, our group has the advantage. A handful of highly trained warriors that have the descending position out-weighs about two to three dozen orcs that are trying to ascend the hill.” Burzdol nodded in agreement. “Look over there.” Ani Dao pointed behind the ancient fort to where about ten or so orcs were sneaking around back trying to creep up on the dwarves from behind. Biting her lip in excitement, she pushed him down on the ground in front of her and laid beside him. Then the she-elf started crawling slowly towards the group, Burzdol followed. When they were only a dozen yards away, Ani Dao stood up and ran break neck speed to the other side of the group. Making it over she spun wildly and let out a war yell. After propelling three of her knives at the orcs, she drew her sword and taunted the party. Furious, all of them charged at her. Understanding at once her plan, Burzdol stood up quickly and readied his bow. In a matter of seconds he had taken out a good majority of the orcs. Ani Dao fought madly thrashing and slicing through the crowd. When they were all dead, Burzdol ran to meet her.

“Whoo! That was fun,” said the she-elf wiping off her sword on her tunic.

“Next time … tell me the … whole plan before … you just … go … okay?” said Burzdol between breaths, looking at the large number of orcs they had just overtaken. Ani Dao laughed and patted him on the back.

“Alright. I was just so excited--” Burzdol stopped her midsentence, taking her arm to pull her up the stair way. Shaking his head, he led them up to aid the company.

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[Frodess]

Yanithë had whipped at her sword at the moment of attack. An orc reached for it and the cold iron blade pierced through vital organs. It fell to the ground with a gasp. She frowned to herself, Are there any female orcs?

Almost mechanically, she repeated the same process several more times until the vile creatures were no longer within her reach. She looked about for someone to help.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt rushed forward, axe in hand. The dwarves had been awakened by the shouts of the others, and he, at least, was extremly iritated at his loss of sleep despite the fact they were under attack. There were inumberal orcs in the darkness. He swung his axe high, then a thrust, then an upward swing. Three orcs fell dead. "Stupid vile beasts." he spat, beheading a partitulary fowl smelling one.

He rushed passed Yanithë, and found himself in space devoid of enemies. A little destirbed, he turned his right, seeking new foes. "Gromfelt, your left!" cried someone, and Grom turned in time to see five orcs in a line, heading strait for him. One fell to a hand axe, another to unseen dagger from somewhere. The three that were left fell easily to his axe. He turned and gave a quick nod to the Roherim girl, then continued to his left toward some others.

How many are there? he thought as he came to where Dain and Bali were fighting. As he fell into place near them, he gave a half- groan, half-growl, thinking, I'd better get plenty of sleep after this.

[Himaran]

Are there no end to them?, thought Bali. They just keep coming. Is there an infinite army of orcs attacking?

He had a brief respite, and looked around. Most of the company was down by the wagon, and he was the two elves climb up the hillside, wreaking destruction on the orcs from the hillside. But he knew now that only Belfalod and Kili were at the dell, and they were outnumbered.

"To our companions on the hill! Hurry!" The warriors dashed up the hill, some stopping to throw hatchets or shoot arrows down at the orcs. Bali slew several more, and was about to head up the hill when a Uruk jumped from the undergrowth.

He was a larth, swarty orc, with many wounds and a long slash upon his left arm. He carried a mounstrous double-bladed axe.

Ignoring Bali, he went for the wagon, and before Bali could do anything he had swung down at one axle, and severed a wheel from the machine. He leaped over to another to do the same.

Bali caught his axe as it was raised, pushed it aside, and swung down, catching the orc a heavy blow in the stomach. He fell over, but pulled a long knife out and hurled it at the dwarf from the ground.

Bali twisted away from it and swung down, slaying the orc chieftain. But now he was surrounded with orcs, and had nowhere to run.

Suddenly, a lound blast of many horns sounded throughout the Weather Hills. The group of Gondorian warriors that Bali had recruited charged into the fray. They attacked the orcs, crashing into them at full running speed.

The orcs, dismayed by the reenforcements, turned and fled, but one grabbed the wheel the had fallen off of the wagon and carried it off with him. The warriors attacked them, slaying many.

But then a group of goblins leaped out of the trees, with bows in hand. Bali screamed the warning to "drop!", but few heard him. Seven of the Gondorians fell to the ground, pierced by many shafts, and several of his close comrades were wounded. They destroyed the goblins, but at heavy price.

The group returned to inspect the wagon. It was leaning heavily to one side, with a wheel gone and more importantly an axle broken. "I never saw an axle that would break under a single axe blow by man, dwarf, elf or orc," stated Belegond.

"Well, we must weigh our options. I doubt that we can fix it, as the axle is broken off. We may have to complete the journey to Rivendell on foot, us dwarves. For the horses are safe, and some can ride." This statement was greeted by many growns.

"However, we cannot take the wagon or horses to the Caradhras. We would have left them at Rivendell, anyway. Thus, this will not slow us up that much. Meanwhile, I would like the Gondorians to watch the camp, while the rest of us go and get provisions and firewood. We must make our current supplies last us until Rivendell."

The group left the camp to find meat, herbs, vegatables, and firewood. Little did they know that orcs still prowled through the woods...

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Surprised and amazed at the sudden appearance of Bali’s recruit, Ani Dao watched as the Gondorians took out orcs and then disposed of the goblins that appeared out of nowhere. Putting away her sword, she checked for any wounds on herself. Finding only a few cuts, she smiled triumphantly. When the enemy survivors retreated back into the woods, she went down to examine the wagon. Bali was explaining the damage to the rest of company.

"Well, we must weigh our options. I doubt that we can fix it, as the axle is broken off. We may have to complete the journey to Rivendell on foot, us dwarves. For the horses are safe, and some can ride." This statement was greeted by many growns.
"However, we cannot take the wagon or horses to the Caradhras. We would have left them at Rivendell, anyway. Thus, this will not slow us up that much. Meanwhile, I would like the Gondorians to watch the camp, while the rest of us go and get provisions and firewood. We must make our current supplies last us until Rivendell."

Before going to find food and firewood, Ani Dao went around to the back of Weathertop to retrieve three of her throwing knives. Finding them in the backs on two orcs, and the neck of another, she attached them to her belt. The smell of the dead orcs was disgusting, but there were too many to bury. Going back to Bali she asked him if they should burn them.

“Perhaps. Go help them gather some food and what not for now. We’ll take care of them later,” said the dwarf pointing the group that had just gone in search for provisions. The elf nodded and began to walk towards the wood. Remembering suddenly the pack of things she had received from Kemi, she quickly went to find her horse and show Bali what she had.

Uesse was grazing by himself a little ways off, Ani Dao’s saddlebag was still intact. On approaching him, the horse lifted his head and trotted over to where the elf stood. She reached up to scratch behind his ear, then moved around to the side to get the food, herbs, and other things. Unclasping the bag, she patted Uesse’s rump and he walked over to join the rest of the horses.

Ani Dao ran back to Bali to show him the supplies. Pulling out each thing she identified them.

“Here are some medicines too. This one stops bleeding, and … this one will suck out poison.” There were many others as well useful for diseases and such. Setting them on the rock between her and the dwarf, she emptied the pack. Bali examined them approvingly.

“These will be very helpful.” Ani Dao smiled and replaced them back into the tough leather sack. Then she remembered the stones. Her eyes must have flashed with realization because Bali gave her a questioned look. Excitedly, she with drew the pouch of precious stones. Dumping the contents on the bare rock, she explained the powers of each one.

“I got these from a friend in Bree. This one,” said Ani Dao, pointing to the dark blue one, “is from the dwarves of Erebor, who lived in the Lonely Mountain from ancient times. It will bring our company hope and courage.” Moving to the light green one she explained, “This is from Thranduil and it will bring one stealth and secrecy.” Finally, she pointed towards the gold one. “This one is most precious for it was said to have been wrought by Elbereth Githoniel herself and it will bring one wisdom. Using this stone will help one decide what to do in a tough situation.” Pleased with her treasures, she looked at Bali. He nodded in surprise.

“Who was this friend that gave you these?” He asked touching each one carefully.

“Her name is Kementurien, she owns the apothecary there. I met her before on my way to the Shire. I don’t know how she came upon them or why she chose to give them to me, but here they are anyways, and a good thing too.” Remembering the warning the earth master had given her she added, “They may be used by anyone who holds them, so if they are stolen … and they’re only allowed to be used once, for then their power fades.” Bali nodded, still amazed by the gems. Ani Dao shrugged and put them back in the pouch, then stuffed it down her tunic.

“Keep them safe,” said Bali, “and don’t tell anyone else.” The elf nodded and left to find some firewood.

[Earendil Halfelven]

It had been 3 days since they escaped the jail of Bree. That made it 5 days since the rest of the company had left Bree. Arlómë stooped low to the ground, inspecting the tracks he saw there. Einen wrapped his cloak around him as he gazed into the mist of the forest.
"Orc tracks. Their heading off towards Weathertop. No doubt, they are tracking the company." Arlómë said. "Come, we must hurry."
"How far behind are we?" Einen asked.
"I'd say about 3 days to a week, but we can lessen the time." Arlómë replied.
"How do we do that?" Einen asked.
"Well, you feel like running?"

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The sun rose in a deep color of red. It was dawn, and the two men rose after an hour break. They had been running as quick as they could for 2 days.
"Look at the sun." Arlómë motioned to Einen.
"Its as red as blood." Einen replied.
"Exactly. The orcs we are following have attacked the company. Lets hope its only orc blood that has been spilled.
"You ready?" Arlómë looked at Einen.
"Yes. Lets go."

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Three days later, they could see Weathertop in the distance. As dusk fell, they stopped for a quick break.
"Our supplies are running low, extremely low." Einen said as he rummaged through his pack, which had grown increasingly light.
"We didn't have much to start out with. The others have most our stuff." Arlómë replied. "We'll rest for a while."

As they rested, something was heard running through the brush. It was so dark that even the eyes of the Ranger could barely make out forms running past them. Einen, who lay next to Arlómë, woke from a little nap.
"What..." he began but Arlómë interrupted him.
"Shhhh. Orcs are near. Lay still and they will pass. Be ready to run." Arlómë whispered.
They sat there, listening to the hurried steps of many orcs. The company was in trouble. As soon as the orcs passed , Arlómë rose to his feet.
"Come," he whispered. "Time to go."

[Burzdol]

Arrows flew from Burzdol's bow to aid Bali's men. Then, he charged. During this, he put back his bow and unsheathed his sword. The closest orcs fell to his blade.

The elf was then caught by a shaft in his back. A flood of pain overtook him. As he fell, he turned to see a large orc with his bow. The beast smiled as the elf fell to the blood stained ground. Burzdol slipped out a knife and let it loose into the orc's neck. He struggled to regain his feet. Another sharp pain. He saw a sword at his side, at its handle was another orc. One swing of Burzdol's sword killed it. Slowly the elf fell to a heap on the ground, unconcious.

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[Himaran]

Bali stayed at the camp, brooding over the orc attack. He was glad that the group was safe, but he was deeply upset about the wagon, and even more worried about Arlome and Einin. They had never turned up, despite what Erulon had told him about the Ranger's ruse.

As he sat smokeing on a flat rock in the dell, his attention was brought to a strange lump on the hillside. It had something sticking out of it. A body; definantly, but the dwarf could not tell if it was an orc or something else. He decided to investigate.

Walking hurridly, he came to the sight of the body. His worst fears confirmed, he saw who it was. Burzdol.

Rushing to his side, Bali surveyed the elf. He had an arrow protruding from his back, and further investigation on the dwarve's part found a rusty knife in his side. The elf was obviously unconcious.

Calling for help from some of the Gondorians, they transported Burzdol over to the dell. There one of the men that was knowledgeable in that area removed the weapons, and applied a politice and bandage to both areas. They wrapped the elf in blankets, and kept him near a fire, adding a fresh Athelas plant to the wounds ever so often.

Belfalod had remained at the camp. Bali turned to him. "Here, take a torch and go into the woods, and look for more Athelas. We have alimited supply of it, and I doubt if it will last us the night. Go!"

The group waited anxiously for the return of their friends from the woods...

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Ani Dao returned to the camp soon thereafter with an armfull of firewood. She noticed everyone crowding around something near the fire, talking quickly in hushed tones. They seemed to be working on something. She dumped the pile of sticks on the ground and rushed over. Dismay blanketed her face as she saw what had happened. A knot formed in her stomache and she almost fainted. Coming to, she immediately ran to find her saddlebag. It was by the stone where she had shown Bali its contents earlier. Rumaging through, she pulled out two poultices and ran over to the wagon. Squeezing through the circle of Gondorians, she stood next to the healer and presented her medicines. His eyes flashed with recognition of the things she held, and took them gratefully. He immediately began to apply them to the elf's wounds. Ani Dao stood in shock as she took in the damage done to her friend's body. I am dreaming, this is not happening. She reached out to touch Burzdol's forehead, the healer made to stop her, but thought better of it and resumed his task. The she-elf brushed the hair out of the unconscious elf's eyes and ran the backs of her fingers along his cheek. Tears crept into her eyes and she blinked them back impatiently, and gave a distressed look towards Bali who was staring blankly into the fire.

Not able to take it, she broke through the circle of onlookers and ran across the little meadow to find Uesse. Covering her face in the horse's mane she wept. She thought of her friend back at Bree, and what she had said the night they left, Kemi! I knew something like this would happen! I told you it would! We have not even come to the most dangerous part of our journey and something like this has allready happened!! She sobbed and sobbed. Sliding to her knees she held her face in her hands. Uesse nuzzled her back with his nose and laid down beside her. The elf nestled her head in the crook of his neck and cried herself softly to sleep.

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[Himaran]

Bali sat looking into the fire, trying to think clearly. How had Burzdol been shot without anyone seeing it? And further more, none of the orcs had bows except the goblins, which had attacked at the other end of the fighting.

Putting this at the back of his mind, be looked over and saw Ani Dao walk away from the fire, bound for the fields. The dwarf felt very sorry for her, knowing what fast friends she and Burzdol had become.

"Is there any chance for him?" "Aye, there's some chance," answered the healer, "but not a great one. He was lucky that he had armor over his back, or he wouldn't be here now. The arrow was well fired. It woul have hit the heart through the back if not for this mail, here. But its the knife that has me worried. It was a bit rusty, and though I didn't find any fragments in the wound, they could exist. That's where the real problem is. I'd say he has about a thirty-percent chance of survival as of now."

"Well, then there's some hope for him. He has some strength in him, that elf does.

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Belfalod walked into the woods. He wondered if Burzdol would survive the arrow the orc had landed in the elve's back. If he had had a clear shot, he would have hit Burzdol, but instead had instructed several other orcs to fire at him. He cursed himself mentally for not telling them to use poisen. But he had had no time.

Sadly, he was looking for athelas, the one thing that would give the elf a chance to live. The man smiled to himself. He would take his time.

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[Dain Ironfoot]

Dain had come trudging back into camp, with the carcass of a small stag slung over his sturdy back. Even in tough times, dwarves have to eat, he reasoned. He had looked on in horror to see and hear what had happened to Burzdol.

He watched as Belfalod was sent off to find the athelas. Then Dain impatiently paced about in large circles, waiting for the man to reappear and bring back the precious herb. Minutes dragged on and soon turned into hours. Kili and Dain exchanged worried looks, wondering what would happen if Belfalod didn't reappear very shortly. The large pile of herbs which the healer had placed on the ground was shrinking by the minute, and would never last to the morn.

Durin looked back at his father and growled, "What's taking so long? The moon was just beginning its journey when Belfalod left, and now it's high in the sky. Burzdol's life or death could hinge on this!"

"I don't know, son, I don't know. Let's just hope he hasn't run into any more trouble. Orcs or such."

Dain's eyes skimmed the outskirts of the camp for any sign of Belfalod, or any indication that there was more trouble brewing, but the night was absolutely still. The only sound to be heard was the fierce beating of his own heart.

Kili came up and growled, "I can't take this any more. Let's not just sit here and wait. Let's do something. I certainly can't sleep."

Dain nodded his head in agreement. So the three dwarves--Dain, Kili, and Durin--lit large torches to guide their path and went out into the shaded grove searching for any signs of athelas. They weren't more than a quarter of a league from the camp when Kili stumbled on to a considerable patch of the stuff, not more than ten hands' breadth from the main trail. The plant usually grows in tiny secluded spots under the leaves of another plant, but this particular patch was quite large and very visible to the naked eye, without having to get down and peer about on the ground. They hastily loaded down their arms with the leaves and ran back to camp, dumping their treasures down in front of the healer.

Burzdol's breath came jagged and heavy. His chest rose and fell with difficulty. The only thing keeping him alive was his own fierce will and the soothing power of the kingsfoil. It was good they'd brought in the lot, for the healer was down to his last two plants.

As they walked back to the edge of the camp, and laid down to try and catch a bit of sleep, Kili pulled Dain over and whispered in his ear. "Belfalod's still not back. What's he doing? And why didn't he see that big patch we found?"

Dain shrugged his shoulders, and muttered something incomprehensible about it being difficult to see things at night. But in his own mind, he was beginning to ask the very same questions, and to wonder what was going on.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

They were now a couple hours from Weathertop. It was night and they were running as best they could. Arlómë and Einen ran with their swords out. They had slain many an orc straggler, trying their best to lighten the attack on the company, but they were unable to keep up. Even though they were weary, they kept going as best they could.

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They stopped.
"Someone is near." Arlómë whispered.
"Let me kill this orc. I've only killed 7, and you've gotten 10 so far." Einen said.
"Its not an orc. Its human. Follow me and stay low. Tread quietly." Arlómë said as he crouched low in the brush.

They crept forward. Einen looked around, trying to see who Arlómë and talked about. He couldn't see anyone yet, but now he could here someone walking around, as if they didn't care if they were heard or not. If there were orcs around, this person sure was making a mistake.
Arlómë could see the figure now. It was a man, looking at the ground casually now and again, as if he was looking for something. The glow of the torch was focused on the ground, so Arlómë was unable to see his face, but he knew it was someone from the company. Finally, they had caught up.

Arlómë advanced to the figure.
"Speak, friend, who are you?" Arlómë said.
The person was startled. He lifted his torch, and Arlómë saw it was the man Belfalod, whom he had met briefly at Bree.
Belfalod looked startled, almost upset at Arlómë's sudden appearance. But then relief showed on his face as he said, "Well met Arlómë. We have waited many days for you, and we've been under many attacks by orcs. As we speak, the elf, Burzdol, lies seriously wounded. I'm looking for the plant Athelas."
"Don't worry. I have many herbs in my pack, including the athelas plant." Arlómë said. He looked back towards Einen. "Come on, Einen, one more run and we'll be there in a few minutes." Arlómë said as he started forward again.
"I'm right behind you, Arlómë. They have our food waiting for us."

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They ran off with Belfalod looking after them. With Arlómë and Einen's appearance, his job would be a little more difficult. And plus, that means he would have to get more orcs to replace the ones Arlómë and Einen would kill. Oh well, doesn't matter. What do orcs matter anyways?
Its not easy to fool a Ranger, Belfalod thought to himself. But at least he didn't expect anything. But who best to fool a Ranger than another Ranger?

[maikafanawen]

When Ani Dao awoke, recovered from the sudden explosion of emotions it was very dark outside and the waxing moon hung above her like half a picture frame. She got up and hurried back to the campsite. Many had returned and were helping tend to Burzdol, who hadn’t moved or regained consciousness. A new wave of grief overtook the she-elf, but she fought it down stubbornly.

“He should be fine, Ani Dao,” said Bali standing up as he saw her approaching. The elf nodded and tried to smile, but couldn’t. She walked over to Burzdol and stood beside the healer who was applying kingsfoil to his gash. The elf’s breathing was harsh and small beads of sweat were settled on his face. The healer stood up and stretched, handing Ani Dao a bowl of cool water and a rag.

“Look after him while I sleep a bit, will you?” Ani Dao nodded and took the bowl, not taking her eyes off of her friend. Shaking her head suddenly and taking a deep breath she knelt down beside him and began to dab his heated face lightly but efficiently with the soaked rag. What a help I’ve been!, she thought as she brushed a strand of hair off of Burzdol’s forehead, Running away and crying like a baby when I could have been of some use. Setting the bowl aside she wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and held his hand. The fire cracked and the stag Dain had brought back was cooking nicely.

A cool wind blew across the plains and through the campsite. The orcs had been dragged to the other side of the hill, and the horses were tied up near by. Closing her eyes, Ani Dao let the breeze calm her spirits. Before long she was peaceful, and she sang softly so that only Burzdol could hear, had he been awake:

An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day:
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.

A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lorien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ship in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea …

Ani Dao’s voice trailed on the song of Nimrodel until her heart was at rest. When she sang as much as she knew she looked down at the elf. Burzdol’s breathing was becoming slowly steadier and his face was smooth and calm. She smiled and felt his forehead. It was still warm, and moist with sweat. Ani Dao rewet the rag and laid it across his head. The she-elf sat beside him, until the healer awoke.

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[Himaran]

It had now been two days since the orc attack. Burzdol concious, but walked slowly and with great difficulty. Belfalod had returned, explaining that he had been attacked by orcs in the woods. He brought a full supply of athelas, and when Arlome and Einin supported him, there was little suspicion of his motives in the group.

The party was eating a light breakfast, and preparing to leave. The men and elves could ride, but the dwarves would have to walk.

As the company readied to leave, a bandaged Burzdol was lifted up onto his horse. The four pack horses all had full loads, and the dwarves carried large packs. The company set out, bound for Rivendell, along the stony path.

[Burzdol]

Hogar and Serello came back to the camp with fire wood. A dispaired group was all to be found. The elf, Burzdol, had been laying on the ground, surrounded by the party.

"What happened?" Hogar asked a dwarf on the outskirts of the huddle.

"Our friend here took two blows. He's been out for awhile. No one knows if he'll make it at all. If not, we are going to take him to Mirkwood and bury him. To me I don't know what'll happen."

Hogar wiped tears from Serello's eyes as he loaded him in the wagon. "Sit on the edge now, so we can fit in the elf." Bali and a few others lifted Burzdol into the wagon, although he was still unconcious. Hogar sat near Serello to comfot him.

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Burzdol woke with a wet cloth on his forehead. Bali was sitting over him, mending his wounds.

"Hey your awake. You okay?" he asked as the elf looked up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where am I?"

"We're leaving now from Weathertop. And right now you're in the wagon. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"Oh, that's why I feel motion sick."

"Are you going to do what I think? And if you are, please lean over the side."

"No, no. I was just joking." he said laughing, "Though, I do have some questions for you. Where's my sword, bow, and knives? And where's my horse?" he asked, raising his head to look. The elf quickly sat back down with pain.

"Ani Dao tied him up along the side of the wagon. And your weapons are in the front."

"Oh, and thanks....." his voice trailed off into a peacful slumber.

[Carlas]

Durin stomped through a small forest with the rest of the company. Their wagon had been damaged and and the dwarves were forced to walk or ride a horse, so they walked. He carried a large bag full of supplies on his back that was being whipped around by the wind, but he refused to slow down and kept walking, trying to sheild his face from the wind. He walked over to his father and frowned.

"This is taking far to long, we are not even to Rivendell yet! We are going to be too late!" He said loud enough for only his father to hear.

"We are behind, but we can still make it." Dain anwered not looking at his son.

"But I am worried about that Kaldon charactor, he might still be after the company."

Dain now looked over at Durin."Just be weary and keep an eye out!" Durin nodded and went back to holding his arm up over his face.

[Arien]

It had been nigh on 5 days since the orc battle an t was night now, the company was travelling at a slow pace for the wagon had been abandoned and the dwarves walked. they had left the forest and were now upon the main road to Rivendell. Belegond was upon Duelen and on his right rode Yanithe and and his left walked Kili. Belegond was low on arrows, he had retrieved all the good ones he had fired, but many were broken and were now useless. He still had his Mithril arrows but he would only use them once they got to Erebor, if that ever happened. The sky was clear and the stars danced in the night sky. The moon was high in the sky, and he was so bright there was no need for torches. The group was silent for a long time. Most eyes were upon Burzdol, he had still not fully recovered and Ani Dao seemed the most concerned. She kept closest to him, and never drew her gaze away. They had been good friends, and Belegond kind of understood, if anything happened to Kili, or Yanithe he would be concerned. The night drew on and morning came. The sun rose, the company pressed a head.

Suddenly Astarielle stopped. "A rider approches, an elf."

"Shall we stop Bali?" asked Durin.

"What does everyone else think?" Bali replied.

"The elf is probably that of Mirkwood or maybe Rivendell. We should wait." said Yanithe.

The dwarves nodded in agreement and so did the rest.

"We shall wait then?" asked Belegond sheilding his eyes from the sun so as he could see the rider.

"Yes." said Bali.

The rest of the company drew to a halt and waited patiently till the elf reached them.

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[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas galloped towards a strange company he had seen these past few days while scouting. His chestnut brown horse, Välorminé, or in the commontongue, Swift Breeze, rode galiantly on the dirt road until he had nearly approached the company.

He dismounted Välorminé, patted her lightly on the head and bowed to the company in elvish fashion. "In all my years I have been patrolling near and away the borders of my city, Rivendell, I have never seen such a strange gathering. Three elves I can tell easily, all from Mirkwood I presume", he noted while eyeing their clothing and how it was much greener and darker then Hathalas' light emerald green cloak and his light green cotton shirt. "It also appears you've all suffered from a previous attack, and orc attack maybe?" He eyed Burzdol for a second, at his gashed leg and his limp. But he overlooked it quickly. "For I was sent by one of the elders at Rivendell, to survey the orcs and make sure they do not progress to my city. Ever since Lord Elrond has left a head of the city still has not stepped up."

He continued to survey the company who still sat in silence as the elf spoke to them. "A maiden of Rohan, who looks strong as any other in the company here. A few men I see, and lo and behold, several dwarves." Bali and the rest of the dwarves nodded their heads but did not take their eyes off the elf. "And a...a half-ling, a hobbit as another might say. I respect these creatures greatly, for it was because of them that the Ring of Power and the Dark Lord has diminished." Serello turned a bit red and smiled.

"But..." the elf continued, "you cannot tell all you need to know just by the looks of another. I'm absolutely sure you have not learned much information about myself. That may come later, what I need to know, by the orders of the elders of Rivendell ofcourse, is what is your purpose of travelling across Eriador, to a destination I do not know of?"

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë rode up to the elf scout, Hathalas. He dismounted and said, "Greetings Hathalas. You may not know who I am, but I know that Lord Elrond does, for he is the one who gave me this sword, Narril. I am Arlómë of the Dúnedain. We have indeed been attacked by orcs, and one of our companions has been seriously wounded, as you can see. I have no doubt that Elrond will let us pass the Ford of Bruinen into Rivendell."

Arlómë knew that Elrond would no doubt let them pass. But he hoped that with the dwarves in the company, that the courtesy of the elves hadn't decreased with time.

[astarielle]

Astarielle had meet many an elf form Rivendell but none that intrigued her as much as Hathalas. She rode forward and tilted her head in a brief nod.

"Mae govannen, ellen sila lumen omentielvo.

Astarielle looked deep into his eyes searching for something that even she did not know what. The rest of the group were beginning to look at her and snide comments were heard. With a sigh and a look of dismay, obviously she couldn't find what she was looking for, she turned her horse around and with a brief glance trotted back to the rear of the group.

The wind turned to the east wailing and moaning. This warned Astarielle about the dangers that lay ahead but she paid no attention to the instinct of her heart.

[maikafanawen]

Ani Dao rode close behind Burzdol her thoughts closed up inside of her, her face bereft of any emotion. She did not react even when Hathalas Ashen-Shield rode up to greet them. The assassin recognized the elf from her stays with the Rivendell elves from years past. Ani Dao recalled seeing him training or riding horses with the others. His soft features and light blonde hair had always averted her eyes in his direction. But as he stood there speaking with Arlome, Ani Dao’s face remained covered by her traveling cloak’s cowl, her eyes watching protectively on Burzdol.

He was recovering slowly, elvish medicine would be needed on arrival in Rivendell. His fall had greatly disturbed the poor elf, and she too would need the comforting sanctuary of her River Dwelling kin. Hathalas spoke more with Belegond who was stationed in front and then led them on to the deserted elf city, a previous resting spot of the famous, Frodo Nine-Fingers.

Burzdol’s head drooped a bit, and Ani Dao rode up beside him quickly. Extending her arm towards him, he shook his head,

“I’m all right.” Ani Dao nodded and rested her hand on her knee as they rode on through the light rain.

In the trees beside the rough trail, figures moved quickly, but noticeably. Ani Dao moved nervously in her saddle. She rode up to Durin and dismounted so she could speak level with his ears.

“Do you hear the movement in the forest? We are being watched.” Durin nodded and replied:

“Watched … and followed.” Ani Dao looked around. The noises had stopped but she could still feel the presence of eyes.

“Go, stand beside Burzdol while I back track and see if I can find anything.” Durin nodded and fell back to stand beside the wounded elf. Ani Dao remounted and left the company riding swiftly back, her eyes searching the forest. Suddenly an arrow shot from the shadows and narrowly missed her head. Rearing Uesse, she turned and ran back towards the company, shouting in warning ...


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OOC: If anyone wanted anything else to happen before the orcs attacked us … Post it in the discussion thread and I’ll put it before my post. Okie dokie?

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Bali was about to inform Hathalas of their travels, when Ani Dao rode down the dirt path on her steed, Uesse, and when she arrived, she warned of a danger in the bushes, more orcs she supposed. She held up a crude black arrow. Hathalas sniffed the air, and wrinkled his nose. "There is a fowl stench on the air, I believe this elf, Ani Dao is right. I advise you to unsheath your weapons..."

As he spoke he was removing his longbow from his shoulder and fitting two wooden arrows with silver tips into it easily. He watched the bushes down the path, his eyes crinkled. His elven ears pricked up, he turned swiftly to the left and shot one of his arrows into the darkness of the forest. A shriek of pain announced that his ears had not cheated him. As over a dozen more orcs pranced out of the bushes. Bali, Gromfelt, Kili, Belegond, Arlömé, Hogar and the rest of the company jumped to action, unleashing arrows, hatchets, and wielding dangerous arms of axes, broadswords and sharp blades. Hathalas noticed that Ani Dao stood by Burzdol, slaying any orc that threatened to come near the injured elf.

[maikafanawen]

The orcs jumped out of the trees, running into the horses and dwarves. Ani Dao immediately took her place beside Burzdol, who was trying to pull out his sword. He would have used his bow, but he knew that one arm must stay on the reins, and dismounting would be foolish. The assassin gritted her teeth and tried to stop him,

“I admire your courage Master Elf, but you have not the strength.” Burzdol, determined, unsheathed his sword and held it above his head.

“We shall see,” he said. Ani Dao swung off her horse and in a leap ran an orc, who was coming at Burzdol, through with her own blade. The wounded elf hacked away at the creatures as they approached him on his mount. The she-elf threw off any other attackers making their way towards him. She tried to spare her knives in case they had to run and she had no opportunity to collect them. Swinging her sword, strategically blending it with her agile movements, orcs fell in black heaps before her. Taking down the monsters had led her further from Burzdol, where orcs began to overwhelm him. They had noticed that he was weak and chose him as their target. To her surprise, he fought back well, aside from his wound. The creatures then began encircling Ani Dao. She turned furiously deflecting arrows with her sword. Trying to steal a glance back at her friend, a scimitar sliced a gash on her right shoulder. Grinding her teeth in pain she lunged at the attacker, severing his head in a single swipe. A shout from Durin informed Ani of the archer taking aim at her. Ani Dao’s eyes began to fill with tears from the pain, and could not see her opponent. Blood seeped through her fingers as they held her sword arm’s shoulder. Blinking the water away, she saw the Uruk and pulled a smaller orc in front of her, shielding her from the arrow. She was terribly outnumbered.

Holding tight to her sword, she kicked and dodged her way through the circle of orcs and away from the archer’s view, running back to Uesse. She mounted him swiftly, holding tight to the reins. From her seat she could see the others of the company struggling to fend off the mob. Rearing her horse to face the front of the company, she kicked him hard, charging through the crowd, trampling the monsters in her path. When she had gained the front, Hathalas, Belegond, and Yanithe joined her. Kicking a scimitar out of the way of an orc trying to hack away at her horse she raised her bloodied weapon above her head. The four then charged, weaving in and out of the dwarves and other horsemen quickly slicing at the enemy. Their little rampage wiped out half, but there were still many more to defeat. The pain in Ani Dao’s shoulder throbbed. Pushing it from her mind, she resumed her place beside Burzdol and averted their attention from his weaker side.

Stealing a quick glance at him, she noticed his eyes were bright with pain. His wound had begun to bleed again, and his strength was failing. How many more are there? Will we be able to defeat them all? How much longer do we have? Blood ran down her arm, making her sword hand slippery. Veins throbbed in her arm, trying furiously to pump blood. She pressed on, determined to protect her friend.

[Carlas]

The orcs kept coming, an endless tide of black streaking out of the forest. He held his large axe high in the air and slashed at them, hearing their horrid cries as they fell before him and the rest of the company.

Durin looked back at the others, they seemed to be holding up, but he did not have time to think more about them before a large orc charged at him. Durin felt the cold earth as he and the orc fell to the ground. He grabbed the orc and pushed him off but was attacked by many more standing above him. He hacked at the orc's feet and sent them sprawling onto the ground as he pushed himself onto his feet. As he turned about, another orc hit him on the arm with an odd type of dagger. Durin felt the blood seeping out of the wound and wacked the orc right in the head with his axe, cracking its skull.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ani Dao infront of Burzdol, fending off most of the orcs. He smiled and fought his way through the wall of foes over to where she stood to try and help ward of the oncomeing enemies.

[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Hathalas' arrows were spent, and now he took to slaying any orc that lay in his path with his shiny curved blade. Many fell to it. He slashed three particularly bulky orcs across the back who fell to the ground rather easily.

After Hathalas had beheaded a small orc, a nasty surprise met him. The three orcs he had previously slain, who were lying among the dead jumped up and pounced on Hathalas bringing him to the ground. Hathalas' blade was sticking up and one of the orcs who had jumped had been impaled by it. Hathalas tried to fight off the two orcs but they were quite large and strong. He decided he had to get rid of them one at a time, not two at once. He grabbed the orc to the left and tried his best to get on top of him, while getting his blade out of the other orcs slain body. He cut the orcs throat and got ready to advance to the other one.

A sharp pain began sweeping across his body, starting from his lower back. The other orc had readied a dart, and tipped it with some fowl poison. Hathalas' eyes drooped, but he ignored the seering pain that was positively making him crain in pain. He swung his blade high in the air and brought it down hard on the malicously grinning orc. Hathalas stumbled, but it seemed, that he had to protect these travellers, it seemed they're journey was too important to be stopped by an orc attack before they got to...to wherever they were going. This thought gave Hathalas strength and an intensified determination.

He carefully pulled out the dart from his back, wincing, then breathed slowly. Then he went to help Ani Dao and Durin, who seemed to be overwhelmed with enemies. He fought hard, orc upon orc tried to approach the trio, but each one was brought down hard, by axe, knife and blade.

Hathalas gathered a few crude orc arrows that were lying at his feet, and shot them into the dark mass of orcs. But it appeared as though the poison was doing its work effectively, he felt week now. He needed a poultice, one that could remove poison, and it would be too late after a few more minutes. However Hathalas was indeed out of luck with poultices, the only provisions he had brought were food and water. Hathalas' eyes watered. "No matter how weak I am" he thought. "No matter how large the enemy is, I must tackle it at full strength..." And Hathalas slew four more orcs, before he sank down to his knees...

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[Himaran]

Bali hurled a hatchet into an oncoming orc, and stopped another's charge on his axe-point. He ducked, hearing the whistle of an orc blade over his head, before standing and slashing it along the neck.

The company was fighting well, but were hardpressed. Even with help from the Gondorian warriors, it seemed that no end would come of the orcs.

Then he saw Hathalas fall to his knees. Bali liked the warrior elf; he was noble, kind, brave, and had already proven himself to be a great fighter. He saw the orcs close in on the wounded elf.

Rouring, Bali, charged through the mass of orcs to his new companion. His axe scattered them, slaying wherever it struck.
An orc which had reached the elf raised its sword, but Bali dove forward, catching the blade and shoving it aside. He fell on his face as he did this, however.

The orc recovered quickly and prepared to stab Bali, if Belegond's arrow had not slain him. The dwarf stood up and pulled the elf up to his feet. He saw that the elf had the look of one who had been poisened.

"Belegond! You must get this elf out of the fighting and give him something to stop the poisen!" The man hurried over to his horse. He mounted it, positioning Hathalas in front of him.

"Dwarves of Erebor, to me, to me!" The dwarvs ran to Bali, and together they formed a semicircle around the horse. They charged forward, creating a path for Belegond to ride through. The ranger rode off down the path, carrying the elf to safety.

[Arien]

Bali had ordered Belegond to take the new elf to safety, from what Belegond understood he had been hit by a poisen dart and was now extreamly weak. Belegond ran over to the spot where the elf lay, he helped him up and put him on Duelen. Belegond then sprung upon the horse and guided her through the dead orc bodies. Bali created a semi-circle of dwarves. Belegond looked around, he saw that Yanithe was fighting on her own, he wanted to help but knew he must save the elf. He shot a few arrows and brought down the six orcs closest to her. She thanked him and carried on fighting. He then faced forward when he heard Bali shout at the dwarves. The dwarves charged forward and they created a path for Belegond to ride through. Two more orcs stood in his path as he rode, he took out his bow and slayed them with his last two arrows. Belegond the grabbed the riegns of Duelen a sped off in the direction of Rivendell. He checked behind him, there ws no one following. When he reached about four leauges away from the fight he stopped. Belegond dismounted Duelen and brought Hathalas to the ground. He was now unconcius and going cold. His breathing was shallow and quick and his heart beat was faint.

Belegond reached in to his pouch on his waist and brought out a clump of Kingsfoil, he placed into the elve's wound. Hathalas would need elvish medicine, just like Burzdol, but Belegond feared that this poisen wound was much worse. He could see that there was a larger concentration of poisen, for the wound was black and so was the area surrounding it. He didnt know whether to take Hathalas to Rivendell or return to the others. He waited for a moment, he mounted Duelen, placed Hathalas in front of him a rode.

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[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë guided his sight down the shaft of his arrow, then he released it into the back of an orc. He only had a couple left, and he could see that Ani Dao was slowly losing ground to many orcs. He concentrated the rest of his arrows on the group attacking her, but there was still too many. Two orcs, seeing that Arlómë had spent all his arrows, charged. He pulled out his two daggers and threw them into the necks of the orcs. He drew his sword and turned towards Einen, who was doing pretty well.
"Einen, go back up Ani Dao. Quick! I'll back you up!"
Einen nodded and ran towards the orcs fighting Ani Dao.

Arlómë followed but another orc attempted to block his way. He quickly decapitated it, but another blocked his way. It stabbed towards his chest, but Arlómë dodged to the right. He swung his sword down on its arm, severing it. The orc cried out in a howl of pain, but Arlómë cut it short by bringing his sword back up and decapitating the beast. Just as he started after Einen, a larger orc got in the way. It swung its crude blade downward. Arlómë blocked it by bringing his sword up. The orc was strong, and Arlómë couldn't overpower it. Slowly, the orc began to overpower him. Arlómë kicked his foot out into the stomach of the orc. That caught it by surprise, but it quickly recovered. It swung its giant fist out, catching Arlómë in the side of the face. He was knocked down to the ground with stars dancing around his head.

The orc swung its sword down, but Arlómë rolled to the side. Arlómë rolled back into the sword, knocking the sword out of the orc's hands. Quickly, Arlómë brought his sword up, jabbing it into the chest of the monster. As the orc died, its weight made the blade do deeper into the carcass. Arlómë rolled back over, and was able to get up. He yanked the sword out of the body and ran over the ever growing crowd of orcs after Ani Dao. He could see Einen fighting furiously.

[Earendil Halfelven]

"Einen, go back up Ani Dao. Quick! I'll back you up!"
Einen nodded and ran towards Ani Dao. He spotted Burzdol also helping her. The orcs had their attention on Ani Dao, which presented a glorious opportunity to Einen. He quickly slashed at them with his sword. The fell but more replaced them. Where are they all coming from? he wondered. Suddenly he saw an orc with a scimitar slice at Ani Dao wounding her. He fought his way to her, but there were too many orcs.

Some turned to confront him. One swung wildly at him. Einen swung his own weapon out. The two blades clashed. The orc lost its grip on its sword. Knowing its disadvantage, it dodged Einen's sword, and lunged at him. The orc grabbed his neck, knocking Einen down onto the ground. The orc was ontop of him. One hand was on his neck, the other held his sword arm down. Einen could feel his throat slowly blocking up, the airflow slowing. With his free hand, he punched at the orc. The orc growled and squeezed tighter. Einen reached into his belt, and drew out his knife, and finished the orc.

He got up, and pulled his knife out of the orc's head. He got a glance of Arlómë pulling his sword out of a large orc. Einen turned back towards Ani Dao and Burzdol. He swung his sword into the back of another monster. He tried furiously to get to the two elves. He could see Ani Dao getting weaker.

[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt and the other dwarves had helped the new elf to safety. Now, he, Bali and Kili worked their way left, hacking and slashing every orc as they went, while Dain and Durin headed right, doing the same. Out of the corner of his eye he spoted Ani Dao, blood flowing from her arm. The dwarves set a new course and began working their way toward the injured elf. Einen and Arlómë had already made their way to them.

If only a little more relief could come to them, Ani Dao could patch that wound of hers. Grom thought. Both he and Kili swung wide, disimbowling four orcs between them, and opening a patch. Bali lept into the breach with Kili and Gromfelt holding the sides. They all made a sort of circle around Ani Dao and Burzdol, but still the orcs would not relent.
Ani Dao looked close to feighting.
Then, Grom girned inwardly, recalling an insiedent in his youth."Had enough there, she-elf!" He cried to the wounded elf above the din. Imedietly Ani Dao stood strait, looked at him with a posionous experesion, and began decapitating orcs at a fever pace.

"What did you do." yelled Kili, blocking a orc blade. "I gave her an enemy to pound after this. Gonna really reget putting in that "she-elf" part though." He yelled back, brifly massaging the back of his head. A memory of the last time he'd insulted an elf.
Then, something happened. A great brood of orcs came runing madly from the right side the path. A horn blew. Arrows flew. Gromfelt and the others looked up, and ten mounted elven warriors came charging through the press.

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[maikafanawen]

The elven warriors came from nowhere, blowing their horns proudly. Weapons drawn, and bows ready, they killed off most of the orcs and sent the rest running back into the woods. Ani Dao slumped down in her saddle, blood soaked the right side of her body. Tears streamed from her eyes, the pain was relentless. Arlome ran over to her as she sat there, her head tilted back, trying to ignore the excruciating pain.

"Ani Dao! What do you need?!" Arlome yelled up to her. Shuddering violently, she pointed towards her saddlebag. The elf cut the clasps attaching it to the saddle and fished through. He dropped the bag as Ani Dao slid off her horse in a faint. He caught her and laid her down gently. He tore the sleeve of off her arm, exposing her wound. It was grotesquely deep, and the blood loss was extreme. Rinsing it quickly with his canteen, he applied the kingsfoil and tore a piece of his own tunic, wrapping it securely around Ani Dao's arm. He then sprinkled water on her face, trying to relieve her. After a moment or so, her eyelids fluttered and she regained consciousness. The kingsfoil had worked quickly and the pain was slowly receding, though elven medicine would be needed later.

She sat up and viewed her situation. Aside from her immense gash, she was relatively fine. A cut or so on her legs, Uesse had a nice slice on his side that he was trying desperately to clean. Einen noticed it and washed it off quickly before moving over to Arlome. Ani Dao stood up and looked around for Burzdol. He sat in his saddle, his eyes dark with pain. She made her way to him and helped him off his horse. Situating him off the side of the road, against a moss-covered tree, she then called to the healer. The man hurried over to Burzdol and began reapplying herbs and bandages to his wounds. Forgetting all thought of responsibility to the company, she huddled close to Burzdol, grasping his hand as the healer prodded through his wound, plucking out things that would cause infection. When he was done, Burzdol sighed as the kingsfoil began to relieve the pain.

“We’re a good team,” said Ani Dao, referring to the company as a whole. The two elves watched the dwarves greet the elves, forgetting all differences as they tended to wounds and other damages. Ani Dao took attendance of the company and found Belegond and Hathalas missing. She mentioned it to Burzdol.

“I don’t know …” said Burzdol confused as well.

“Can you stand?” asked Ani Dao. The elf nodded. Previous healing on his wound had repaired a lot of damage, and his wound was better off than Ani Dao’s. Hurrying as fast as their malconditions would allow them, they reached Bali.

“Where’s Hathalas?” asked Ani Dao.

“And Belegond?” added Burzdol.

“Hathalas was shot with a poisoned arrow, Belegond is taking him to Rivendell to get –” Bali explained but Ani Dao interrupted.

“They won’t make it! I have a poison antidote in my bag.” Burzdol stepped forward at once.

“Come, we’ll catch up with them.”

“Both of us?”

“Atop Belock. We’ll make it.” The two nodded firmly and mounted Burzdol’s steed. Spurring his horse into the night, they made chase for the Ranger and the elf. It was crazy riding after them in their condition, but Ani Dao had the luck ... they'd make it.

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[Himaran]

Bali was not at all pleased with Burzdol and Ani Dao going after Belegond; after all, both were wounded, and one seriously.
But he knew that they needed to get to Rivendell faster anyway.

He turned back to the rest of the group, now meeting elves and taking about family lines, names and things of that sort. The elves seemed to be enjoying the attention.

Bali was pleased that the group, made up of different races which possibly held grudges on others, was finally blending together, even with outsiders. We are a new generation; it is good that we are avoiding the failures of our fathers.

The dwarf talked to a few elves, and told them about the predicament of Burzdol Ani Dao, Hathalas, and Belegond. "Would you be able to go after them and make sure that they come to no harm? I'd be mighty grateful."

"Aye, good dwarf," answered the captain. "We would be happy to help out such a fine party of warriors."

The elves saddled up and rode off, down the road. Bali turned to the rest of the company, the dwarves, Einin, Arlome, Yanithe, Sarello, and Astarielle. "Well, we must hurry now. Double march on foot from here 'till nightfall, let's go! Those of you with horses are free to ride ahead, reach Rivendell as quickly as possible."

[Earendil Halfelven]

Arlómë whistled loudly, and Thalion came trotting over. His hooves were covered in orc blood. He had done his own bit of fighting.
"Come, Einen! We ride to Rivendell!" Arlómë said.
He hopped on with Einen climbing on behind him.
"Where is Rivendell?" Einen asked as Thalion galloped onward.
"Rivendell is right on the western slopes of the Misty Mountains. It's one of the last havens of the elves for they are now leaving Middle-Earth." Arlómë said sadly.
"Where are they going?"
"They are going to the Greyhavens, and then across the sea to the Undying Lands. But some elves still remain in Middle-Earth, but not for long. Consider yourself lucky to be one of the few mortals to ever see the elves again."

They rode on in silence. In the mud they could see the tracks of the others that rode before them. Hopefully the wounded would make it to Imladris before it was too late. Arlómë was glad to be going back to Rivendell. It had been many years since he was there last, and he wanted to see how much it had changed. If it was true that Imladris was almost deserted, than he wasn't sure if we wanted to see it again.

[Arien]

It had been a day now since they had left the company to fend off the orc attackers. Hathalas' strength was slowly ebbing away and he had not yet again gained conciousness. Belegond was filled with concern, but he knew that Rivindell was drawing close, another two hours or so and they would be there. Duelen was a trusty horse and she sprited along the dirt track as if she carried no burden or wieght upon her. Hathalas groaned, Belegond looked down upon him.

"Are you awake?" he asked, the wind wipping past his face, it was hard to keep Hathalas steady on Duelen because of her speed but Belegond did the best he could to keep him comfortable.

"Yes.....,I...am.."Hathalas replied weakly.

"We draw near to Rivendell, it will not be long until we reach there."

As Belegond came to the Ford he could hear a shouting from behind him, his name was being called. He slowed Duelen down, and Ani Dao and Burzdol came riding up upon one horse.

"We have been chasing you for a day! Duelen is a fast horse. We have the medicine Hathalas needs, but it seems you have brought him to Rivendell. Let us take him to the healers and let us see what they can do." smiled Ani Dao, she seemed relived to find that Hathalas was alive, but Belegond also saw she was hurt her self.

"Let us ride then." and with that the four companions rode into Rivindell.

[maikafanawen]

Annanoldowen sat very still in her ornately decorated cedar chair in the Rivendell library. Premonitions had come strongly these past few weeks of a company of all races journeying towards her deserted city from the northwest. Her eyes were closed and each of her delicate hands rested on the table before her, her left hand scribbling madly on a piece of parchment. Golden hair fell around her body as she recalled every dream and copied it down. When she was finished, after three days of revelation she sat back and opened her eyes, rubbing them clear with her cramped fingers. Clearing her head finally of the cluttering visions she rose. Her legs unfolded beneath her, and she stood elegantly tall, her rich purple robe falling gracefully around her. The elf walked over to the platform that looked out over the old elven city.

It was sunset, and the city of Rivendell was bathed in blood red light. Darkness crept out of the east, pushing back the stain of the dying light, swallowing up the land in its black maw. The sun had settled behind a low bank of clouds, turning both sky and land first orange and then red, painting with vibrant, breathtaking colors, a defiant parting gesture as the day came to its reluctant close.

An elven scout appeared suddenly at the entrance to the library.

“Lady Annanoldowen?” The she-elf turned then and acknowledged his presence.

“Yes Menetwan?” The scout bowed. It has been three days since you shut yourself in this library and our scout has returned with much news. I was ordered to inform you of a company of –”

“Dwarves, elves, and men coming our way from Bree. They were attacked by orcs and four of them are crossing the ford as we speak.” The scout stared dumbfounded at her as she completed his own message.

“There are?” he queried speaking of the latter part of what she had said. The other elf turned and looked back out of the balcony toward the ford. Four elves, a pair on two horses crossed across the water. Then she nodded.

“Three are wounded. Two of which are conscious, and their wounds will be easily healed, but the other is fading fast from a poisoned, orkish arrow. Ani Dao is with them,” the scouts’ ears perked up and he ran over to stand beside Annanoldowen. “She carries an antidote that will aid in sucking out the poison.”

“Who is the poisoned elf?” Annanoldowen eyes suddenly grew wide as her vision was complete and revealed to her the fading elf’s identity.

“Hathalas!” The scout tripped as he ran quickly from the room. Recovering right away he leapt down the stairs to meet the newcomers. Shouting for other guards to aid him they intercepted the four arrivals and led them to a great bedroom, housing an elf of royalty now bound for the Undying Lands. Hathalas was laid in the bed and a healer was summoned. Using the poultice from Ani Dao he went to work and the others were ushered from the room. Another healer tended to the elves’ wounds and when they were bandaged, the three were presented with food and drink. After they were fed and satisfied, they two were given quarters and they slept until the arrival of the remainder of their company.

* * *

Ani Dao awoke in late afternoon the next day. Finding an elegant gown of emerald green draped over the sofa in place of her rugged traveling clothes, she donned it quickly and emerged silently from her room into the shadows of the abandoned palace. The elf wandered the spacious hallways, gazing in recognition at the age-old murals and statues. She brushed her hand over a railing, stirring a layer of dust as she entered an old council room. A voice then interrupted her thoughts.

“Good to see you again, old friend.” Ani Dao turned to see a shadowed figure watching her from the far side of the room.

“Annanoldowen.” She said. The figure emerged into the sliver of light illuminating the dreariness of the room, a broad smile on her pale, but exquisitely beautiful face. The two elves embraced as old friends.

“Too long has it been since I’ve seen you Ani Dao. We have all missed you here.” They pulled apart and walked side by side down to the gardens and sat on the edge of a healthy fountain.

There they talked of the events that had befallen them since their last parting, over fifty years ago. Summarizing the majority of her tales, she skipped ahead to the most recent and dominating one yet. In great detail and length she told the elven seer of her part in the company headed for Erebor. Annanoldowen listened intently. At the conclusion of her story, the elder asked if she could produce the magic stones for her. Ani Dao had hidden them under her pillow as she had slept, and then hung them around her neck yet again on awakening. Now she withdrew them and held them before her for Annanoldowen to examine. Turning them over in her hands, the elf began to glow as the magic of the stones sensed the magic of the elf. The two sources began to hum softly. Then Annanoldowen set the stones down on the side of the fountain as if setting down a heavy burden. She breathed harshly as the bonds between the two broke. Ani Dao was alarmed at what had just happened. Annanoldowen then began to laugh softly.

“Kementurien is a fool. But it is all for the better. How long has she had these I wonder? Long enough I suppose. What she told you about the stones is true. They will be of great importance to your company.” She stood up looking still at the stones. “Kementurien is clever, keeping these hidden from me as well.” Shaking her head she bade Ani Dao collect the stones and replace them in her pouch.

“Isn’t there anything else about the stones? If their magic is so great, why do I bear them? Shouldn’t I leave them with you? No doubt they can be put to better use somewhere else.” Annanoldowen smiled slyly and shook her head.

“Come, now that someone who can relate to my work is here, I would like to show you some new maps. Also, there are some things perhaps you should know about some visions I’ve had recently.” Annanoldowen walked back towards the palace. Ani Dao stared after her, a bit cross and frustrated at the mystery of the stones. Following her finally, she gathered the folds of her dress around her and left the gardens.

The next few hours the two spent in the library reviewing the visions Annanoldowen had been having about the past present and future of their expedition. Finally Annanoldowen concluded:

“I would not be having such dominant premonitions if this journey were not so important. I think this adventure, Ani Dao, is more vital than you perceive.” The assassin shrugged. They were reading over books and maps when a servant informed them that supper had been served and the other two that had arrived with Ani Dao were awake and eating already. The two elves then followed the servant down to the dining room.

[Himaran]

Bali surveyed what group was left with him, for many had left. Yanithe, Belfalod, Erulon, Kili, Durin, Dain, Hogar, Astarielle, and Sarello, and the Gondorians. He nodded in satisfaction. He had all that he needed to make the weeks long march.

The company continued down the path, walking at a fast pace. Soon night had fallen. They stopped a made a quick camp by the roadside. Belfalod got a fire going, and a reluctant Kili was put on kitchen duty with Erulon. Durin was put on watch, and the others dispersed from the camp to gather firewood.

Later, the members of the company sat down to a hot meal around the fire. It was then they noticed Yanithe was missing...

[Kili]

"Cooking?!?" Kili said, "It is an art, I either do it by myself or not at all." Kili crossed his arms and looked from Bali to Erulon. The rest of the company, or of that which was left sat down and made themselves comfortable.

"Kili, we have to work together!" laughed Bali, "Come just let Erulon help you, surely that will be ok."

"That is fine, as long as we get something to eat I do not mind just helping." Erulon replied.

Kili was satisfied for now with his decision, but he was sure thet Erulon would some how muck up his recepie. It had been an hour now and the deer was nearly ready. Kili had left Erulon to the gravy, as that was simple.

"Let us have a taste then!" smiled Kili who had come to like Erulon after their shakey start."MMmmmm, did you put something different in it?" he said sternly.

"Ummm, yes", said Erulon half laughing, half terrified.

Kili paused for a second the shouted, "Well!" all the company was now watching."It is not as good as mine, but it wil do anyday. Erulon take it as a compliment, I seldom admit anyone is better than I!!!"

The served the meal out and sat round the fire laughing and joking. The Bali stopped in the Middle of his joke.

"Where is Yanithe?" he said.