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Post by Celebrian on Aug 5, 2003 13:09:47 GMT -5
This is from my site but it is the same thing. Just join it if you want to you posts dont have to be very long__________________________________________________________________________ . Upon a long, twisting road, with burnt trees alongside it and nothing but ashes and heat for miles, an elf appeared, stumbling upon the road. Her hair, once smooth, hung limply upon her head. Her face was gaunt, and her clothes, seemed too large. But her eyes were different. They had a light in them, which kept her going, though she was quickly losing strength, one step at a time. She was muttering some words, which were too quiet for any to hear, but a couple came clearly, “Must tell…” Suddenly she fell down, her hands below her. The light from the sun was dimming, but the road was still as hot as noon. Not a single breeze swept through the place and the only objects visible was the body of the elf and the road. A lizard swept by the body and continued on its way, but nothing else stirred. In the distance, which only one could see if they had fine eyesight, an object seemed out of place, a large city with white walls and fountains along it. But it was too far away for the elf to reach, and she fell unconscious from the heat and dehydration. The sun became a sliver of light along the ground, then disappeared, leaving the elf with nothing but herself, and the stars among the sky, for the moon was not out that night.
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Post by Mirele Silverbow on Aug 11, 2003 15:07:35 GMT -5
Mirele was loathe to move from her tree for worry that the Elf would awaken. "She has to die in the wrong place, doesn't she?" she growled to herself. She hopped down from the tree and walked over to the unconcious for of the Elf. Mirele knelt by the Elf's side and gently turned the body over. She was still breathing, which meant, as a Ranger, Mirele had an obligation to take her to the closest city for healing. And that city was Minas Tirith, with its white shining walls and towers. Muttering to herself about how stupid she was to become a Ranger, Mirele slung the Elf over her shoulder, and began to trudge towards Minas Tirith.
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Post by Yavanna on Aug 15, 2003 9:55:32 GMT -5
*gallops through the woods on her black stallion, Shadowblade, on her way to deliver a message to Minas Tirith. Spotting somebody on the road with a something large over her shoulder, and always being very curious, she turns toward the road. Pulling up next to what seems to be a ranger she says* Good day to you! * she sees the elf and how sick she is* Is there something I can do to help? What's happened? Should I rider her to the houses of healing up ahead in Minas Tirith?
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Post by Mirele Silverbow on Aug 15, 2003 21:52:05 GMT -5
"Bloody Elf," Mirele replied shortly. "Collapsed right near my tree, where I had hoped nobody would bother me." She sighed. "I guess you could take her ahead, but she's still my business, you know. Do you think I could borrow your horse? I mean, like, you could keep walking, and once I get the Elf to Minas Tirith, I'd ride the horse back to you and leave."
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Post by Celebrian on Aug 17, 2003 19:47:27 GMT -5
The elf suddenly stirred and opened her eyes. She quickly jumped up, but swayed. She looked around at the two people watching her and tries to speak, but doesn't manage much with her dry throat. She mouths some words but they do not understand her. She then faints again from dehydration.
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Post by Yavanna on Aug 18, 2003 6:36:09 GMT -5
*she quickly dismounts and pours some liquid from a vial which soothes the elfs' throat and gently raises her from her faint.* There, there. Don't talk yet, just rest a moment. We need to get you to Minas Tirith as quickly as possible. Mirele, I have another horse in the woods. One moment * She gives a long shrill whistle and within seconds a magnificent white horse is by her side.* Here, take Shadowblade, and I'll ride Linithial, this white one here. They are two of the fastest horses around but Linithial here is a bit wilder and doesn't take to strangers too well. *sees the elf is regaining color in her face *She's out of danger now, but we need to get her to a healer.
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Post by Mirele Silverbow on Aug 28, 2003 16:36:45 GMT -5
Mirele swung up onto the black stallion, who pranced lightly under the sudden weight. "Whoa, Shadowblade," she murmured into the horse's ear. He obediently stopped prancing. She turned to the stranger. "Thank you, Lady. This is a fine stallion." She leaned over and hauled the Elf from the stranger's arms and laid her across the saddle. "Noro lim, Shadowblade," she said, and the stallion took off. The Ranger and the horse, both clad in black, blended into the night, disappearing after a few moments with the thunder of Linithial's hooves sounding behind them.
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Post by Yavanna on Aug 30, 2003 11:33:48 GMT -5
*rides hard toward Minas Tirith on the back of Linithial following close behind Shadowblade and Mirele. As the city looms larger into view, she decides that she needs to deliver her message before attending to the elf maid, seeing as the elf was in very capable hands already. Veering to the right she makes sure Mirele get's in all right and then dismounts and enters a small, almost hidden door into the city. She hurriedly goes to deliver her message*
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Post by Mirele Silverbow on Sept 1, 2003 19:25:17 GMT -5
Mirele swung off the black stallion as soon as they came racing into the courtyards of the Houses of Healing in Minas Tirith. She gently pulled the nameless Elf from the saddle, and commenced to carry her into the Houses. Behind her, Mirele heard an explosion of noise as the grooms tried to take Shadowblade into a stable. That horse wouldn't let them do it, or Mirele wasn't a Ranger.
Picking up her step, Mirele rushed faster into the Houses, where she was immediately stopped by the Warden. "What is your business in the Houses of Healing?" he asked, as if the unconcious Elf in the Ranger's arms weren't answer enough.
"I have an injured or sick Elf," Mirele answered, shifting the dead weight in her arms. Elves certainly looked alot lighter then they actually were.
The Warden summoned men who could handle the Elf better than Mirele could, but she followed them to the Elf's bedside. "I'll stay here," she said to the Warden. "I have nothing else to do in Minas Tirith"
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Post by Yavanna on Sept 21, 2003 11:39:14 GMT -5
*comes back to the Houses of Healing after delivering the message* Mirele, has the elf said anything yet? Should I stay close by?
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Post by Mirele Silverbow on Sept 24, 2003 19:41:17 GMT -5
"No," Mirele said, shrugging her shoulders nervously. "They won't let me in. They say I'll get in the way." Her face took on a defensive look. "I've worked in the Houses of Healing before!
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Post by Yavanna on Oct 30, 2003 16:01:39 GMT -5
*Wonders about the ranger's last statement, then shrugs and says, " Well, do you think we should wait to see if the elf says anything important? I have to remain here for a few days until my I get a reply from the message I had to deliver..."
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