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In the cold milky light of the full moon in early spring, an elf just exited Galadhriel's Hall of the ancients, where he had been in a discussion for the last several days. For weeks he had mulled through this meeting within his mind, while slowly the compagnions for this group were selected. This would become his first great task, entrusted to him by the council that had held their discussion here over the last few weeks. With the elves, no decision was ever taken lightly and this had been no exception.

Haldir and his fellow adventurers had been given the task to retrieve an old artefact of the elves, which had last been seen before the fall of the witch king of angmar. An honourable task, that would lead them into the depths of the wraith's fortress. The wraith himself had been exspelled from his self proclaimed realm, but there still lurked an unaccounted danger within the old walls. One member of the group was still to arrive, a hobbit that carried the name 'Took', a race that had thus far been a mystery to the elves. Yet the wizard Mithrandir had spoken in their favor and his words taken into account. He had stated these hobbits to be slightly smaller then a dwarf, sturdy and better equipped to move silently through narrow spaces, almost as silent as an elf could be. There were those that had mocked his words, but one of the Dunedain had confirmed the words of the Grey Istari.

The elf sighed lightly, as he contemplated the members of this group. A few elves, two dwarves, an equal number of the Dunedain and this hobbit creature. "An odd mix of people," the elf though almost out loud, "I hope this diversity will not pose a problem in the times to come. The road they would have to take was a harsh one, from Lorien into the Dimrill dale and north along the misty mountains, across the high pass to get to Rivendell,there they would rest for a few days, then depart north once more towards the ettenmoors, then turn northwest along the mountains of angmar, until they would reach Carn Dum. The road would take them close past Mount Gundabad and it was no secret that the orcs had little love left for the elven race, nor that of the other races in the group, for that matter." Slowly, Haldir walked to the pavillion where the group was preparing for their travel, then entered it with his head held high and once again in full control of himself.

Isumbras Took looked to the high tree tops with his mout hwide open. Never before had a hobbit looked upon the woods of Loth Lorien in such as a way as Isumbras. He would have fallen many times if his pony wasn't as surefooted as he was. Finally he was brought to a hault by his elven guide.

"It is time for you dismount and meet the other members of your group little one," Althrond said.

"Righto, thanks for the help my friend," Isumbras said climbing down Hobbs the Surefooted. Althrond took the reigns of Hobbs and walked away to place him in the care of the elven stable masters.

Isumbras started to walk up the steps and was met by another elf who guided him the rest of the way to the council. A suken circle with chairs formed into a circle. Isumbras could already see Althrong sitting and he wondered how the elf was able to beat him here but quickly lost the thought as he scanned the rest of the group, "Hullo there! I'm Isumbras Took! Pleasure to meet ya'."

Mabin, having accompanied Isumbras from the Shire across the Misty Mountains by way of the Redhorn, pass feels something of a respect for the hardiness shown by the young hobbit.
‘Quite an eye-opener, master Took,’ he says looking around at the tall trees with a suspicious squint in one eye. ‘ Mind you, I would prefer a nice coal fire and a pint of your father’s best beer any day. But while we are here, we might as well enjoy the view and maybe they will have a bottle of Rhovanion red, I suppose I could choke down a bottle or two of that.’
As they entered the circle and seeing the arrayed seats, he quietly muttered under his breath, ‘Great, an elvish council, just what we need instead of dinner.’

[Edited by Mica on Wednesday, April 6, 2005 11:31 PM]

Isumbras patted Mabin on the back, "Don't worry my friend I'm sure these elves have dinner planned..." food had never left his head and if worst came worst he had some food packed in his bag. He walked down and waited for the first elf bold enough to greet them.

"Master Took, I presume," Araglas said to the newly arrived hobbit. "It has been a long while since I have encountered one of your kind, it is indeed a pleasure," the Dunedain went on as he extended his hand towards the hobbit.

"And who is your friend?" He asked as he noticed Mabin for the first time. "I do not remember the dwarves and elves being on such good terms," he said to the dwarf with a sly smile and wink.

Haldir approaced the both of them, taking in their features and equipment, while tilting his head slightly towards the ground, to get a better view. "Quel re i mae govannen. I am called Haldir." The elf looked Isumbras over and spoke gently. "This one does not carry and axe, wears nothing on his feet and has no beard, I assume you are the Holbythla they spoke of. You're the one they name Took?" The pronounciation of the word Took was a bit odd, as the word Holbythla had been. It was however clear enough that this apparantly was the elven name for hobbit. A number of people had snickered at the words of the elf, who seemed to have made a small pun on the difference between dwarf and hobbit.

The gaze of the elf shifted towards Mabin and the elf grinned slightly. "That leaves the bearded one to be Mabin, son of Hadin, as he is not barefooted. May your beard grow long and never fall out." Haldir had used a common greeting amongst dwarves in his last sentence and spoke them with a serious glance in his eyes, to indicate that he meant what he had said. To him it was obvious that whatever had happened between elf and dwarf in the past, they would have to be put aside in order for this quest to be completed.

"Food will be served in due time, master hobbit, but please have a seat and rest your weary bones in the meantime."

"It has been a long while since I have encountered one of your kind, it is indeed a pleasure," the Dunedain went on as he extended his hand towards the hobbit.


Isumbras took the hand and shook it with a smile on his face, "Hello there, what's your name?"


"And who is your friend?"


"This here is Mabin from the Blue Mountains," Isumbras introduced his dwarf friend.



"Quel re i mae govannen. I am called Haldir." The elf looked Isumbras over and spoke gently. "This one does not carry and axe, wears nothing on his feet and has no beard, I assume you are the Holbythla they spoke of. You're the one they name Took?"


Isumbras first had a puzzled look on his face. He had looked over all the hobbits had on elvish which was hardly anything before he left. He memorized a few phrases but hearing it spoken was far different, " Mae govannen," Isumbras stuttered out the elven phrase of 'well met', "Yes, I'm Took, Isumbras Took at your service." Isumbras bowed. He felt very honored here, everyone having heard of him was something he didn't expect to find outside of the shire.


"Food will be served in due time, master hobbit, but please have a seat and rest your weary bones in the meantime."


"Ah thank you, just what I wanted to here," Isumbras walked over to the oversized elf chair and climbed into it, his feet dangling over the edge. He continued to look around taking in all the sights of the Lorien forest waiting for the food.

"It would seem your appetite precedes you, Master Hobbit," Araglas said as he pulled out a chair opposite Took. The ranger turned his gaze to fall upon the hobbit, a warm smile on his face. Already, the elvish food could be smelt and Araglas was indeed hungry.

"I am Araglas," the dunedain replied to Took's previous question, tilting his head to the hobbit.

Having discovered that all the party is not assembled and that the elves are having problems finding people willing to venture on the potentially perilous journey, Mabin finds himself talking quietly with Kedmar, long-time dwarven guest of Lorien.
“Elves, humpf.” Said Mabin to Kedmar. “Here we have travelled from far across the land at their request, yet none here appear enthusiastic to join us on their quest. It’s quite a journey; I would not like to be caught in the north during the winter months. We should set off soon.
“As I remember, the sons of Elrond seemed pretty excited at the prospect, maybe we should set off and word could be sent to them back in Rivendel for them to meet us at the eastern end of High Pass? If we are to pass Mount Gundabad, I don’t mind admitting I would feel better for their twin blades.
“They have dubbed you Elf-Friend, Kedmar, maybe you should have a word? As despite fifty years of them warming their rumps on my lovely coal, I have never achieved such an honour; but that’s elves for you.”

Haldir smirked as he looked at Mabin and moved a little closer to the sturdy dwarf. "You have a point Magin, were it not that we are awaiting one of the Dunedain to arrive at this location. She will be travelling with us." The elf put the emphasis on the word 'she' and smiled widely, as he awaited the reaction of the rest of the group.

“She?” Mabin gasped, “What sort of quest is this?
“A place where elves fear to tread, yet they would send a lady? Indeed these are dark times.
“Will you not be travelling with us too master elf?” The last was implied with the mildest sense of disbelief, to Haldir.
“Whatever the delay, I feel that we have tarried too long in these woods and that the days roll by uncounted in the lands outside.”

Kolath stood in the shadows watching the group before him, he had not wanted to come to Loth Lorien it was to alive there was no place to go and be by yourself, to many elves, but the open spaces had their appeal, he just hoped that he could find a place that was quite.
Kolath walked over to the group he had already met those who had been in Lorien, not having heard the conversation so far, he walked up to the two new comers and introduced himself “Kolath of the house of red haven a pleasure to meet you both”

Standing perfectly still at a distance, Ethrana had indeed been present as the others gathered in the Pavillion. She had been somewhat surprised at the diversity of their group, and wanted a moment to observe their interactions with each other. If she was going to depend on these individuals for her life at some point, she wanted to know at the outset where the group's strengths and weaknesses lied.

She tilted her head slightly as she took in the motley crew of an Elf, two Dwarves, a Hobbit, and a fellow Ranger. From her vantage point, she was unable to see the face of the Ranger, so she was uncertain as to who he was or if she would know him. She was about to step out of the shadows and walk toward the Pavillion when she overheard the hairy Dwarf's comment about a lady coming along being a sign of dark times. Her deep green eyes sparkled with mirth briefly, but quickly returned to their calm and collected appearance. It seemed it was time for her to join her traveling companions.

Walking assuredly from her place of hiding toward the Pavillion, Ethrana made her way quickly and easy to the center of the group. She walked directly up to Haldir and greeted him with a nod to acknolwedge his leadership. "Ethrana, Dunedain of the North, here in service of the task appointed us." As she spoke the word 'us' she looked around at her companions, taking in their reactions to her words as well as attempting to communicate that she would be a trustworthy and dependable member of their group.

“My lady,” says Mabin, bowing deeply. “A timely arrival as we were, I believe preparing to hear more details of this journey and why after all these years it is imperative that we reach the ruins of Angmar soon.
"Maybe this is all old news to many of you but there is one dwarf amongst us who is very much in the dark and although we are fond of such places, we prefer that we encounter them underground, not during an elven council.”

[Edited by Mica on Thursday, April 14, 2005 5:37 AM]

Ethrana turned slightly toward the Dwarf and tilted her head in greeting as he spoke. The sarcastic humor of a Dwarf, how could I have forgotten? she thought to herself. It had been a while since she'd interacted with one of his kind, so she knew she'd need some time to adjust to his company.

"I believe we are all eager to begin, Master Dwarf. Do you have a name you go by?"

Haldir grinned and spoke softly, but audible enough for the group to hear his words. "Yes Mabin, I shall indeed be traveling with you all, as I have been instructed about what we need to find in there." The elf glanced at the approaching Ethrana and smiled, while he extended his hand to her.

"Ethrana, it is good to see you again. You have stayed away from us for far too long."
With these words spoken, he turned to Kolath and welcomed the dwarf to the group, just as he had done with all of them.

Now he spoke in his full voice, melodious and crystal clear, as the water running through the mountains after the snow thawed. "Welcome everyone, what we are about to set out on is not an easy task. We are traveling to Angmar, where the witch king once housed himself. There is an object there which is valuable to us all, that needs to be taken from there before it falls in the wrong hands. It is this item that has ensured that the witch king was able to stay there for so long, until he was routed in battle and fled to Mordor, to hide in the shadow of it's master. The rest of what we may find in there is to be divided amongst those partaking in this." Haldir paused and glanced around him, to see the reactions.

Koalth raised an eyebrow “so it is some elf trinket that we are after then.” He smiled as long as we come out of this alive, and with a few orc heads.” He laughed, not quite the subject to laugh about going into the fortress of one’s enemy, but he had always believed that given the choice between laughing and crying it was best to laugh, especially with a lady present.

“My deepest apologies,” this being no small concession, coming from a dwarf, “the evasiveness of elves appears to be rubbing off on me.” Once again the dwarf bowed.
“Mabin, son of Hadin of the Blue Mountains at your service and my travelling companion is Master Isumbras Took. Don’t let his height fool you for he is as tough as a hammer forged in the best coal.
“Mention was made of ‘the wrong hands’, presumably an enemy wishing to obtain this item,” this last statement being directed towards Haldir. “Can you tell us more on this subject, specifically to the danger he, she,” a slight nod of recognition for the benefit of Ethrana, “or it may pose.”
Before he could be drawn from the subject Mabin voiced what was obviously at the forefront of all the dwarves’ minds.
“Obviously we will need to draw up contracts for the sharing of the treasure.”

Ethrana smiled briefly at Mabin as he apologized and introduced himself. Her gaze shifted to the Hobbit at Mabin's introduction, and she felt her eyes soften as she looked upon him. Something in her heart had always been stirred by the race of Hobbits - as if they somehow represented the last bit of childlike innocence of their time. She felt instinctively protective of their race and land, and found those feelings stirring within her as she looked upon Master Took.

Nodding slightly to the Hobbit, she said "Tis no small thing to receive such a compliment from a Dwarf. I am glad that you have chosen to join this journey."

Hearing Haldir beginning to speak, Ethrana shifted her attention toward him. As he spoke of their quest, the truth of his message resonated within her. She knew the Elves had come to their decision to retrieve this object after much thought and deliberation, and also knew they were not ones to make hasty decisions. She was still a bit baffled by the mixed company of races, but knew as well that the Elves had a reason for each of them being there.

Ethrana smirked internally at both of the Dwarf's reactions. She knew this object was far more valuable than a trinket - and as one who lived off the land with ease, she had no need for treasure. Dwarves will be Dwarves she thought to herself with some amusement.

"Leave it to a dwarf to speak of contracts, when it comes to dealing with matters of value." Haldir muttered and shook his head lightly, which caused his long hair to wave across his shoulders. "Splitting what we find, master dwarf, shall be done here and amongst those that return here, aside from the trinket you speak of. Fair enough for everyone?"

The elf glanced at Ethrana and cast her a look of understanding, knowing that probably neither of them was in this for the spoils, but for the greater good of the people. This trinket in the wrong hands would be a danger to them all. So far he was the only one that knew exactly what they were about to look for. The Dunedain would probably have a faint idea by what he had said, that this was an item that holds power. A power capable of doing good, but in the wrong hands could bring a lot of harm.

Araglas had chosen to remain silent through most of the greetings and was a bit intrigued by the appearance of another ranger. Slowly, he rose from his chair and excused himself from Took before stepping towards the gathering of elf, dwarf, and Dunedain. The wind blew his hair teasingly to the side, sending the brown locks dancing fitfully on the breeze.

He arrived at the company, his companions, and greeted them for the first time with a warm, joyful smile on his face. His crystal blue eyes regarded each figure before lingering on Ethrana. He tilted his head in respect to the lady.

"I am Araglas," he stated, his voice deep and firm, if a bit hollow.

Arothir trotted lightly along the well-hidden paths of Lorien, his adopted home. Barely a sound was made by his soft boots as he turned a corner and came within sight of the pavillion. His keen eyes took in the visage of representatives from all the Free Peoples of Middle-earth.
"Dwarves..." he muttered softly with a light shake of his head.
Unlike some of his people, he harboured no ill-will toward the Stout Folk. He could still remember the days when, if nothing else, Elves and Dwarves were somewhat friendlier. His own father had even borne a shield made by Dwarven smiths in Nogrod.

Thinking of the Elder Days caused Arothir's hand to rest across the cross of his longsword - a beautiful weapon with delicate engravings along the cross and pommel. The weapon was housed in a scabbard of pale grey leather with bronze and silver scrollwork. With a sigh, Arothir quickened his pace and stepped up to the pavilion.

"My lord Haldir," Arothir stated coolly with his hand over his chest and a tip of his head, "I hear word that the Warden of the Wood has called for the aid of what precious few of us may be spared to undertake a journey of some import. I come to represent the guardians of the Southern reaches at the banks of the Celebrant and Nimrodel."

Arothir's eyes darted to the Ranger - or at least what appeared to be a Ranger, perhaps a Dunedain, briefly. Soon enough his gaze fell back to his Captain, awaiting further information or orders.

[Edited by Dark_Elf_Damien on Friday, April 15, 2005 2:10 PM]

Ethrana noticed the smooth movements of the Ranger as he made his way around the group and ultimately to her. As their gazes locked briefly, much was spoken between them - and she suspected he felt as called to this task as she had. "Greetings, Araglas" she spoke in common tongue so as not to exclude those around them. "As always, it is a pleasure to meet another of our kind. When time permits, we must share our knowledge of our past adventures and encounters, so we might know all that is stirring in the land."

She was just finishing her words to Araglas when she heared a quickened pace of another approaching the Pavillion. Turning over her shoulder to observe the newcomer, she took in the appearance of the Elf. A representative of the guardians of the Southern reaches? she thought to herself. That was an addition she had not anticipated. As his gaze fell briefly upon her, she met him with a look that communicated the respect she felt for all Elves, but nothing more. As his gaze turned back to Haldir, she too focused upon their leader, waiting to see what his response would be.

Calmly Haldir approached his lieutenant and placed a hand on his shoulder, while a light smile came to his face he spoke softly to him in elven. "Arothir, I would be pleased to have you by my side. Your sword and experience will be an asset to this group. I assume you have your gear packed already?" He removed his hand from Arothir's shoulder and motioned to the group that stood before him.

"Allow me to present you the rest of the group, Arothir. The Man is Araglas and the woman is called Ethrana, both of the Dunedain, then we have Mabin, son of Hadin and Kolath to represent the dwarves and last but not least, on the advise of Mithrandir, we have Isumbras Took, a hobbit. There may be one or two others to join us once we reach Rivendell, although they may find us sooner."

Haldir turned to the group and pointed at his lieutenant and presented him to them, switching to the common tongue as he raised his voice. "This is my lieutenant Arothir, who will be traveling with us. His skills with the sword and bow will be needed on this journey."

He stepped back a bit and thus allowed the others to approach his 'brother in arms'. Before he stepped away he whispered just one thing to the elf beside him. "At ease, get to know these folks."

Arothir smiled faintly at Haldir and with a tilt of his head gestured to the light roll across his back - a typical piece of equipment found among the Galadhrim containing extra bowstrings, lembas, weapon-oil, and other small necessities all rolled in a spare cloak. He moved with Haldir and looked in wonder at the Hobbit. [i]Surely he will be a great aid to us if his inclusion was ordained by Mithrandir[/i], he thought.

At his introduction, Arothir nodded gravely at his new companions. At the comment from Haldir, Arothir returned an easy smile.

To the Dwarves he looked first. "May we be to one another as our peoples were in the Dark Years, as friends and allies," he stated with genuine sincerity.
Next he looked to the Dunedain with a look of both sorrow and pride. "I fought the Great Battle beside your much honoured ancestors. It gladdens my heart to see two of so high a lineage of Men within the Golden Wood."

Lastly, Arothir turned to the halfling with a smile. "Such little folk never before have I seen. But if you are as true and good as the tales may say, then glad I am to have such company on this dark journey. But harden your heart - for we do not go lightly into green pastures and bright fields!"

"Such little folk never before have I seen. But if you are as true and good as the tales may say, then glad I am to have such company on this dark journey. But harden your heart - for we do not go lightly into green pastures and bright fields!"


"So I have been told, master elf," Isumbras said standing and bowing to Arothir. "But a good adventure is bound to have some dark paths. But...beggin your pardon Sir," he said speaking to Haldir, "Who is Mithrandir, you keep speaking of him as if he knows me?"

Althrond came from behind the trees, "Haldir, all the supplies are in order." He then looked around the group, everyone seemed to be assembled, "It seems in my absence everyone has arrived, for those of you who don't know me I am Althrond son of Falrond."

"Splitting what we find, master dwarf, shall be done here and amongst those that return here, aside from the trinket you speak of. Fair enough for everyone?"

Mabin stared at Haldir with a suspicious look as though he has been the butt of a joke.
“Humpf, maybe it is difference in our statures, master elf, but I often find that elvish mirth passes over my head.
"To agree to such a contract would make me a laughing stock amongst my kindred from the Iron Hills to the Blue Mountains.
"Let me suggest the following. That each member setting forth on the quest and staying true to the quest until either its completion or the other members feel that he or she has fulfilled their purpose or fallen; is entitled to a full share. In the case of the unspeakable happening this should be delivered to their kin.
"Efforts to return any that fall should be earnestly made or where impossible or impractical, burial should be conducted.
"Unless there are any in disagreement, I trust we can consider this matter settled.”

"May we be to one another as our peoples were in the Dark Years, as friends and allies," he stated with genuine sincerity.

"Aye, that would indeed be a grand thing, a grand thing indeed.
"So, is all now set? I must admit my feet are eager to set forth."

[Edited by Mica on Saturday, April 16, 2005 12:57 AM]

Haldir laughed for a moment at the question of the hobbit, then shook his head and spoke clearly. "Forgive me, Isumbras, that is something you cannot possibly know of course. Mithrandir is the elven name of the grey wizard, you would know him by the name of Gandalf." A little bit of mirth remained in his eyes. "We often forget that not everyone is versed in our tongue, which creates awkward situations at times, as the elven names do not resemble those in the common language."

The elf turned his head towards the kinsman emerging from behind the trees and nodded to him. "Thank you, Althrond. That means we are set to follow the path that is before us."

For a moment Haldir pondered, then smirked at the dwarf and his proposal for a contract. "That seems to coincide with what I had just given you as a reply, Son of Hadin. It is a good thing that I was told of this dwarven habit they call commerce." For a flicker he had winked at the dwarf and smiled widely at him the next instant. The joke however was harmless enough not to offend him.

Next he looked to the Dunedain with a look of both sorrow and pride. "I fought the Great Battle beside your much honoured ancestors. It gladdens my heart to see two of so high a lineage of Men within the Golden Wood."


Ethrana caught the meaning of Arothir's look, and returned one of deep understanding with a touch of compassion. Those who lived as long as the Elves had many seasons of sorrow and pride, and she found herself wondering about the seaons Arothir himself had endured. "Your company is an unexpected gift, Arothir. May our journey be as fruitful as the ones of your past with our kind."

Turning her gaze back to Mabin as he spoke of the details of their 'contract', Ethrana looked at him thoughtfully. So he understands the graveness of what we may face. And he wishes to honor those who may fall, and thinks of their families as well. She found herself feeling an additional measure of respect for this Dwarf. She knew those who were honorable were also trustworthy.

Feeling the sense of urgency beginning to flow within her veins again, Ethrana knew they should not delay their departure much longer. She looked back expectantly to Haldir, eager to begin the journey as well.

Arothir chuckled slightly at the Dwarf's eagerness to be off. [i]Perhaps he's uncomfortable in Elven lands, knowing he's veritably surrounded by Elven warriors[/i], he thought.

"Master Mabin makes an acute point," Arothir stated respectfully, "We should be off soon lest we lose the light. And while it troubles not our keen eyes, my lord Haldir, the other folk here may not be so at ease traveling by night."

Arothir stepped toward Althrond, his hand resting easily across the hilt of his sword. He turned to regard Haldir, causing his surcoat to tossle around his calves, though his long hauberk made no sound. A tilt of his head set Arothir at an easy posture, awaiting further instruction.

Haldir nodded towards Arothir and made a swift check of his traveling gear, which was as little as the other elves and that of the dunedain. He fastened the greyish elven cloak with the customary leafdesigned pin across his shoulders and slung his pack on his back.

After his brief preparation was done he spoke towards the others. "Of we go then, through dimrill dale and across the high pass to Rivendell. By the time we get to the high pass, the snow should be gone, so our dwarves and hobbit will have less trouble passing it. Everyone ready to go?"

With a short glance the elf mustered the two Dunedain and smiled faintly. Those two were almost as effective as an elf would be, their packs light and without unnecessary items to carry with them.

Araglas noticed the faint smile that Haldir threw his way and realized just how quiet he had become. Perhaps due to the fact that he felt a bit out of place. He quickly pushed those thoughts aside as he realized there would be no room for such them on the road ahead. Slowly, he nodded back towards Haldir.

"May our road to Rivendall be swift and safe," he added as he picked his pack up from the ground and slipped his arms through the straps.

"Leavin' already?!? But what about the food you promised?" Isumbras said frantically, "I havn't eatin since the sun has risen. And that was several hours ago."

Ethrana smiled as she laid her hand upon the Hobbit's shoulder, "While your need to eat is urgent, Isumbras, so too is our need to begin our journey. Perhaps the promised food has been wrapped for travel?" Looking to Haldir for confirmation, she hoped the Elves had done so, since they too had probably sensed the need for their party to be on their way.

She glanced around the group again, sensing the uneasiness in the air, but trusting that would ease as they developed their own rhythm of travel and interacting.

Haldir grinned to the hobbit and nodded to a nearby elf, who ran off and returned a little while later with a small pack, which he handed to Isumbras. The elf muttered something in rapid elvish, that resembled most to "Enjoy your meal, while it lasts" and then scuttered off again. Haldir smirked slightly and commented to the hobbit. "Your appetite preceeds your reputation, master Took, therefor we had already bundled your meal for you.

The elf however did not stay away for long and handed equal packs to the two dwarves, who upon opening the pack found some cold meat, lembas and a number of slices of bread, with butter and honey.

"Leavin' already?!? But what about the food you promised?" Isumbras said frantically, "I havn't eatin since the sun has risen. And that was several hours ago."


"Aye! the little one is right, we..." at this the elf returned with the packs for the three of them kolath never finished what he was saying, a little chagrined not wanting to admit that he would rather have stayed here for the next several hours jsut to get his courage up but they were off and he had no choice but to go with them in to the unknown.

And so the group set out through the woods of Loth Lorien to the Dimril Dale. Althrond went to Haldir's side, "I assume we are traveling to the Highpass on foot," he glanced back at the dwarves and hobbit, "Horses would hinder them more than help."

Isumbras walked along munching on some bread and cheese he had found in his pack. Not a bad start to things, he thought to himself.

"Far over misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold." All eyes turn to Mabin, "Ahem, sorry, couldn't resist." He then slinks to the back of the group and fixes his attention on a lembas wafer.

Haldir listened to what Althrond had to say and began discussing this with him as they walked to get out of the green forests of Lorien and into the grassy plain of Dimrill Dale. "That depends if there is still snow in the pass, my friend. Kneedeep snow is but a little trouble to the dunedain and none to us, but to the little folk it would reach to their waist. Should there be no snow, then we carry on on foot, but with the snow we can lead the horses with the small folks upon them, instead of having to carry them."

Arothir tropped up next to Haldir and Althrond as the party set out from Lorien and into the Dimrill Dale. He listened patiently to the short conversation as he walked, breaking in when Haldir had finished speaking, "Maybe that we should send, while we are still here, a small group of Galadhrim as scouts to see what may be seen. If there is still heavy snow then they will see it - and perhaps we could plan an easier, if longer, route?"

Haldir regarded Arothir as he popped up next to him, his lips curling in a faint smile, knowing that his lieutenant would probably have somethng on his mind, that he no doubt would bring forth. This was the way he always had been and often his suggestions were sound, albeit he could at times be impatient, if that can even be said about an elf.

When his comrade in arms had spoken, he thought for a brief time and then nodded to him. "Good idea, Arothir. Send four of them ahead and have them take the customary precautions. Sometimes the orcs move further south during winter Mount Gundabad is the connecting point of the Hithaeglir and the Ered Mithrin after all and moving south from there...."

Haldir did not finish his sentence as he looked at his two fellow elves, he knew he did not have to. Both of them would be well aware that the orcs would sometimes be found as far south as Carrock, if the winter had been harsh.

With a stiff nod to Haldir, Arothir jogged away from the company as they crossed over the Dale, quickly reaching the trees. "Na nin*," he called up into the silence of the trees. Suddenly, appearing with great stealth a group of seven Elves, clad in greys and greens, gathered to Arothir. There was a short, clipped discussion that could vaguely be heard across the Dale. Arothir was pointing, and another Elf seemed to be waving his hands lightly and gesturing behind himself.

When the conversation closed, three Elves climbed back to their flets while another four ran off through the cover of the trees. Arothir did not seem to see them, though, as he was already jogging back to catch up with the company. He slowed and covered the rest of the distance at a quick walk, catching up to Haldir.

"The scouts will travel a path parallel to our own, but moving quicker without the burden of short-legged companions. They'll come to the pass many hours before us, and will have time to double-back to us and report before we come within sight of it. They'll also take a bit of time to scout the area for any signs of Enemy passage."

A faint sigh escaped Arothir. He knew how much more dangerous this endevour would become if even a small portion of the Orcs of Gundabad were coming from their holes and encampments. This company was more than a match for twice or even four times its number in the filthy abominations. [i]But what if those numbers are closer to six or ten times our number...[/i] Arothir thought to himself with a slight shake of his head.

Ethrana was a few steps behind Haldir, Arothir, and Althrond as they spoke - far enough back to not intrude, but close enough to overhear their conversation. She nodded to herself at the wisdom of sending out a few scouts to scope out what might await them. Looking over her shoulder, she took in the rest of the group, sizing up their fighting skills and weaponry. She felt confident that their motley crew could fight well together if needed when needed , she corrected herself, but she'd prefer that their first run not be with a large party of Orcs.

She slowed her pace to fall in step with Araglas as she was eager for the opportunity to share news of the lands with one another. As he neared her, she changed her mind about it - since the Elves were already gathered together she didn't want to send the message that each should travel with their own kind. She eyed Araglas as he came closer and spoke with her eyes that she would like to talk with him later.

She then slowed her pace a bit more, and matched strides with Mabin, who was still intently studying his lembas wafer. "So, Master Mabin," she began in a conversational tone. "What was it that drew you into this quest?" She knew, of course, he'd be interested in the treasure, but she also had reason to believe that there was more to this dwarf's character than simple greed.

Kolath walk several paces to the left of the main party preferring his own company to that of strangers he was watching the clouds roll by as he walked allowing his mind to dwell on nothing inparticulaer, he knew that soon enough he would need to keep his mind focused and so now he needed to let it wonder and rest for the times to come.

"The scouts will travel a path parallel to our own, but moving quicker without the burden of short-legged companions. They'll come to the pass many hours before us, and will have time to double-back to us and report before we come within sight of it. They'll also take a bit of time to scout the area for any signs of Enemy passage."


"Very good, with the possiblity of orcs coming from the south it will be good to have warning," Althrond looked to the sky as the group passed through the edges of the Lorien forest.

He turned and took one quick glance of the group, "So it begins," he whispered. Althrond quickened his pace slightly and moved a short distance ahead of the group, taking point.
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Isumbras finished off his meal and patted his stomach, "Fine food," he smiled. As the group moved he started to whistle one of his favorite traveling tunes. He then moved into a song:

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!..........

She then slowed her pace a bit more, and matched strides with Mabin, who was still intently studying his lembas wafer. "So, Master Mabin," she began in a conversational tone. "What was it that drew you into this quest?"
“Well, mistress Ethrana, I would not be a dwarf if the allure of treasure held no motive for me. If you suspected that this was not the only force that moved me, you are very perceptive.
“Two other motives are at play, a promise and a desire.
“The first is to Old Man Took. He and I have shared many a pint and he is a good friend of mine and has been for some years. I promised him I would watch over the lad, though I must admit over the last few weeks I have developed something of a fondness for the boy.” With that said, they turned to look at Isumbras, who having finished his lembas, five days worth of rations, if Haldir was to be believed, had moved onto singing a merry little tune, oblivious to one and all. “Ha, he even has me bursting into song.
“Do not tell the lad of this promise, it would hurt his feelings. I suspect he hopes to grow into a famous elven warrior like Arothir yonder,” continued Mabin, pointing with a thrust of his chin to the elves some distance away deep in conversation.
“As to the other reason, this is something you and I share. As I have travelled the length and breadth of Eriador, on many occasion I have camped along the roadside, often taken shelter in one of the many ruins; ruins left by your forefathers of old. Aye, it seems both of our races are destined to build great cities, works of wonder and awe only to have the lesser races and dark minions tear them down.
“The opportunity to gaze upon the mountain before us, Silvertine, in the common tongue was too great to miss. Below, now a warren for foul things, was once the mightiest dwarf city of them all. Few, if any will now enter it and for good reason.
“Even Carn-Dûm, the ruins of the Witch-King’s main fortress in Angmar was once a dwarf hold. I intend to discover if anything remains our works and whether the evil still lingers. As I said, I suspect our desires to rebuild our works is mutual.”
A silence followed as they both looked on the mountain, for a while keeping their own counsel. Eventually Mabin continued, “If opportunity allows though, I would show you something of the Elder Days; Durin’s Crown was the name given to it and it lies in the lake ahead, though it is no ordinary lake.” Realising that maybe he had bared a little too much too soon he turned the conversation, “I prattle on, too much time with the hobbit. So what brings you to this quest, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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Haldir gave a short nod to Arothir's report and then gave a pat on his shoulder, when the elf started to ponder. "I know what you're thinking, Arothir. If we can believe what Elrond has said during the council, then even the high pass may not be a safe place. More then once his scouts have seen traces of orcs and goblins within those mountains, spreading ever southwards. They are however still small in numbers, but a few of them have enough pull amongst their race to group smaller tribes. There are rumors of an orc chieftain that makes his men fight with ferocity, even against elves and dwarves. This we know of through our scouts and sightings by dwarves, albeit that the most recent news came to us through one of the dunedain. Let's save our worries for when we get the news from our scouts."

Ethrana smiled as Mabin conceded the fact that the treasure was indeed alluring to him. She then nodded at his implied question of her perceiving more than that as a draw for him. She was intrigued at the thought of his motives revolving around a promise and a desire, though.

As Mabin spoke of Old Man Took, she glanced over at Isumbras. It seemed he was singing a song of sorts, and as she caught some of the words he sang, she wondered about the Hobbit who had penned the words - and what his or her thoughts had been at the time. She wondered also why Isumbras had chosen that particular song to sing. She made a mental note to catch up later with the Hobbit that seemed different from most. Ethrana laughed out loud at Mabin's admission that the little Hobbit had somehow encouraged him to sing as well. At his request that she not tell Isumbras of the promise he'd made to Old Man Took, Ethrana made a sign which pledged secrecy and responded, "he'll not hear of it from me, Master Mabin."

Ethrana sighed with a bit of sadness as the hairy Dwarf talked of great cities being torn down by lesser races and dark minions. While she knew the threat of evil would always loom somewhere, she had committed to herself long ago that she would stand against whatever evil powers she could with the talents and time given to her. She understood Mabin's desire to see the once-great Dwarven city, and see if any remberances of his people could be found there.

At the mention of Durin's Crown , Ethrana turned to look directly at the Dwarf. The name tickled something in her memory, but she couldn't immediately place it. Something to do with constellations? she thought to herself. She didn't want to offend the Dwarf by guessing incorrectly, nor lessen his eagerness by actually being right, so she simply responded, "Twould be a wonder to see something of the Elder Days, Master Mabin. Although I am comfortable living in the land, there is still much to this great world I have not seen. I do hope we are able to look upon it."

When he asked her what brought her to the quest, Ethrana looked off in the distance, as if remembering something from her past. She paused for a moment, then responded, "You are correct, Master Mabin, in saying that we do share similiar motivations. While I'm not drawn to the treasure for the sake of riches, I am drawn to the treasure for what it represents. Our world is not what it once was, but neither is it yet what it could be. Places that once held virtue have been ravaged by forces of evil. And while I mourn that loss, I do not see it as a death, for a simple spark of light can cause the darkness to flee. But if no one steps forward to make that spark, then the darkness will continue to dwell freely."

Ethrana paused again and looked at the group ahead of them. Returning to gaze to Mabin, she said quietly, "Tis folly to believe we can rid the world of all evil. But tis more folly to not try to rid the world of some of it."

Arothir nodded slightly, though he was not fully convinced. His voice slipped back into Elvish, and became clipped and slightly more rapid as he spoke, "It may seem too soon to worry, but these are troubled times. There are only few here, and if the Orcs should fall upon us, we may find ourselves trapped. I worry not for my sake or yours - we are fleet and could disappear from sight at need. But the little one may find his arm too short and courage too wane if we should be set upon. Durin's Folk are hardy enough at need, as are we. But if we should find ourselves trapped, surely the little one will perish."

Arothir sighed heavily and continued more quietly and softly, "I do not despair. I only counsel caution and keen eyes. We may find ourselves taking another road, if this one we find blocked by enemies." Hearing the conversation behind them, Arothir nodded to Haldir and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, his eyes showing that he still had hope. He then stopped, allowing Mabin and the Dunedain to catch up to him.

[i]But if no one steps forward to make that spark, then the darkness will continue to dwell freely.[/i] Ethrana stated as she came near to Arothir.

"And so it has dwelt freely, by the folly of your ancestors. But perhaps it was not all in vein, and those Dunedain of today shall redeem the actions of Yesterday. Aside from the folly of one, your ancestors were great. O! You should have seen their splendour in the days of old - the Men of the West were a great people before the darkness consumed them." Arothir's voice was sobering at that last statement, perhaps part remembrance, part warning. He looked to Elthrana and Mabin as if seeing them for the first time, then simply nodded.




[Edited by Dark_Elf_Damien on Friday, April 22, 2005 10:23 PM]

Ethrana noticed that Arothir had dropped behind Haldir and Althrond, and that he appeared to be waiting for them to catch up. She continued speaking with Mabin as they came closer, as she felt no need to hide the truth of her heart from anyone in their group. At least, not on this particular matter she thought to herself.

As Arothir spoke, Ethrana looked to the ground, feeling the sting of his words. She bore him no ill will for speaking truth, but long had her people carried the shame of Isildur's actions. She had often wondered if it was that shame that motivated the Dunedain to forge their individual paths of fighting evil - as if each of them was somehow called to redeem the choice Isildur made that fateful day.

Bringing her thoughts back to the present, Ethrana looked back to Arothir as he spoke of the splendor of her people's past. Nodding at his final statement, she admitted "I have often wished to see that beauty restored, or at the very least, redeemed." She chose not to speak of the threat of darkness consuming them in front of Mabin, but she sensed Arothir's unspoken words to her.

In an effort to redirect the conversation from her own past, Ethrana continued, "I was discussing with Mabin why I had chosen to answer the call to join this quest. While I knew Haldir would be leading this journey, I did not expect to encounter a guardian of the Southern reaches. Why is it that you have chosen to be here, Arothir?"

Arothir looked ahead as he walked, his surcoat swaying with his steps. Over the cross of Narumil, Arothir had draped his left hand. The intricately designed scabbard clapped faintly against his leg as he walked.

"Chosen is perhaps a strong word. I was asked by my Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel to join with this company. They believed my talents may be of some use in the trials to come. There was no choice to make. It is my doom to remain until all that was made by Morgoth is unmade."

He sighed lightly, his eyes seeming to roam far from the present, "I have lived to see three Ages of this world, born to those who had forsaken far green fields out of rage and confusion. My father was of the House of Fingolfin, and so am I bound to the fate Fingolfin chose for his people - to combat Morgoth and all his works. As I said, there is no choice. I must continue this fight, for if any dark power comes to be near as great as Morgoth was, the world will suffer greatly. I was there at the War of Wrath when it took the Powers and the hosts of Valinor combined to throw down the Great Enemy. I watched as Beleriand was thrown to ruin by this devestation. So I will fight, if by my toil future generations are spared this destruction and ruin."

Arothir seemed to shake his head a bit, returning to the present out of distant memory. But there was a light in his eyes, a light as only can be seen among those who have witnessed the Valar in their splendour. Upon his face was a look of stern determination, and great sorrow.

"So it is. We are all bound to the works of the Great Enemy, for our own reasons perhaps, but no different in resolve or resoluteness. I imagine you know that well, Dunedain. You know the splendour of your people will never be restored fully, yet you are bound to fight their war, as I am bound to fight the war of Fingolfin and his brother Feanor."

Haldir, who lead the group by a number of paces, turned around and looked straight at Arothir. "Lieutenant, I am not sure you are aware of it, but I suggest you speak a little less of the folly of one Man from Numenor. I think it will be rather uncurteous to the dunedain that walks behind you, who is a direct decendant of that man." With a slight nod of his head, the elf motioned towards Araglas, while he avoided the use of Isildur's name, as was customary among elves not to speak the name of the dead. I assume he can do without the constant reminder, don't you agree?"

With that said, Haldir turned in his steps and marched onwards, his cape settling around his shoulders again from the turn he made. For a few seconds a glimpse of his sword was seen, the two handed elven blade that his men wore as well, and the quiver of his magnificent bow, carved in equal patterns to match eachother. The slight sound of mail was heard as the elf moved, which thus far none had noticed.

“He’s a dour sort, ain’t he; reminds me of my uncle. He once found a huge boulder of gold but still complained about having to drag it along the narrow mine shaft to the cart.” Commented Mabin to nobody in particular in reference to Arothir.

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In time, the group ambled their way across the dale, taking their time as they awaited the return of the scouts, making camp and moving on the next day.
Mabin took the opportunity to show them the deep lake of Mirrormere, that the dwarves called Kheled-zâram and the reflected sickle shaped constellation known as both Valacirca and Durin’s Crown, which appeared on the water’s surface despite the blue sky of day above. Even the normally taciturn Kolath was moved to words.

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Conversations continued on and off over the next couple of days as adventurers slowly got to know each other and their reasons for being here.

“What did he mean by the folly of your ancestors, lady?" asked Mabin of Ethrana, "Did they not destroy the Witchking a thousand years ago to the sacrifice of their own lands and rid the world of the Dark Lord at the end of the last Age? You sell enough coal and you learn a thing or two.” Like most, Mabin believed that Sauron and his minions had been defeated for all time in the Last Alliance and that the One Ring had indeed been destroyed and passed out of history.

Arothir looked to Haldir as he spoke, understanding the rightness of his words, but chose not to respond, as he was sure Haldir knew he had taken the words to heart. He turned to te Dunedain and nodded slightly, as if in apology.

[i]Dour?[/i], he thought. He then laughed, a light, but hearty laugh, and said no more.

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As Mabin spoke to Ethrana, Arothir shook his head lightly. "The Naugrim always were a curious people. So full of wonder, though they are not prone to admit it." Arothir smiled slightly, looking off into the horizon, hoping the scouts would return soon with reports on the condition of the area.

Isumbras had taken this opportunity to learn more of the ancient legends of the other races. He quickly realized that the shire was an extremely sheltered place, more so than he had thought. He learned of the Dunedain of the north who protected all good souls, of the elves, now more than just legends, and of the dwarves, beyond the drinking songs he was used to hearing. When time permited them Althrond would continue to teach him in the use of the sword. He was already glad that he chose to join this group on an adventure of sorts. He had already filled many pages of a blank note-taking book and yet he wondered if the whole adventure would be such as this.

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Althrond had taken to a small hill about 1/3 of a mile from the others. He scanned out looking for any signs of movement. Nothing, he was growing slightly worried that the scouts had not returned. He pushed the thought of orcs away from his mind and looked back at the group. He sighed and jogged back to them.

"Still no sign of them," he said.

[Edited by Flandrake on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 8:31 PM]

The day wore on and clouds, almost always so be seen brooding over the mountains took on an ominously dark colour. Before nightfall a light but cold rain started to fall and the easy conversation of the morning turned to silence as they watched the skies for a break and the horizon for signs of the scouts.
By nightfall most were drenched despite having found the best shelter possible, which in the open vale consisted of a few trees.
As the night dragged on, those that needed it slept fitfully seeking what little comfort they could. As such only the elves, ever vigillent were aware of the first of the returning scouts.
“The spirit of the Caradhras is in a malevolence mood," he said, "the snow lies deep and the rains turn to ice. The way is blocked. Not only this, on the way down we discovered Yrch tracks. What ill will has guided them from the door of Moria, I know not. My companion has pursued them to find out, but I hurried here with all haste to tell you, tonight your companions’ sleep may be broken.”
Haldir then took council with Arothir and Althrond. With the Redhorn pass closed, they faced the longer journey north to the High Pass. The question was whether to skirt the mountains or return to Lorien and seek river passage along the Anduin.
Also the question of the orcs venturing from Moria was a disturbing point. Should the group be roused or left to sleep out the night?

Arothir turned, walking back to the group as Haldir trotted out of sight with the scout. His face was grave, and his voice a bit tense as he spoke. "It appears we'll be waiting here for another few hours. There will be no fires, though. But sit, everyone, and have something to eat, and rest."

After a few long minutes of silence, Arothir turned to Mabin with a hint of a smile, "Master Dwarf, since it seems we have time to speak - do tell me; How fares your people and what news from the Mountains?"

Sitting across from Mabin, Arothir crossed his legs and relaxed, sitting with perfect stillness and attentive eyes.

Althrond moved away from the group and took up watch. His elven sight was hampered by the rain but he would be able to see the other scout coming...or a party of orcs. Haldir was wise and Althrond knew he would make a good decision as to what to do next and where to go.

Isumbras moved closer to the tree. He never minded the rain back home but back there he always had a warm fire and nice mug of ale to welcome him outside of it. He ate some lembas and looked to the others for conversation, a way of forgetting the rain.

"I bet you're used to being in such conditions, being a ranger and all," Isumbras said to Ethrana.

At the sounds of the elves conferring among themselves, Ethrana had awakened from her brief time of resting. Seeing Haldir head off with the scout, she knew they could be in for a long night. She nodded her head at Arothir's suggestion for those who were awake to take a moment for nourishment, even though it was unlikely they would find rest. She was certain they all felt the tension in the air - the kind that comes before action. But if their only meal was the anticipation of what was to come, they would be in poor shape indeed. She pulled out some rations, and nibbled on them absently as she leaned up against the tree that was next to her.

Ethrana was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the hobbit moving closer to her. At his comment, she smiled slightly. "Aye, I have traveled for many days in weather worse than this." She motioned to the sky as she spoke, "But given a choice, I would rather be dry than wet." She looked at the hobbit thoughtfully, and commented "I do think it would take more than a little rain to completely dampen your spirits, though. You seem to have a song for every occassion - have you one for weather such as this?"

Araglas made his way towards a nearby tree and sat beneath its outstretched branches, hoping that his food would not be dampened by the light drizzle. He pulled out a loaf of lembas bread and tore off a small chunk before placing it into his mouth.

His eyes roamed the make due camp that lay before him. He saw Ethrana and the small one sitting together, chatting innocently. His focus lingered on the pair before leaving to regard the elves, who seemed to have become solemn since the scouts had returned. Araglas silently wondered to himself of what news they had brought back and if it had anything to do with their journey.

For some reason, Araglas' nerves had been on end since they set out on their quest. Perhaps it was only a misplaced anxiety, but somehow he doubted that; very rarely had his senses failed him. A ranger learned to rely on his feelings and more than once Araglas could remember them bailing him out of a dangerous situation.

Kolath laid on his bed roll letting himself take in all that happened around him, the splatter of rain on the ground, the breath of the wind, the murmur of the voices of the others as they discussed what was to come. He had seen the scouts come back and Haldir leave with him, he knew that there would soon be trouble, so he had spent some time honing his axes and then had laid them out under oil skins to keep then from the rain, but close hand to allow him to quickly be ready should anything happen this night. He rolled to his side drawing the blanket up to his shoulder; laughing to himself “With my luck we won’t meet a single orc on this entire mission” he closed his eyes and added to himself “From my mouth to God’s ear”

Arothir turned to Mabin with a hint of a smile, "Master Dwarf, since it seems we have time to speak - do tell me; How fares your people and what news from the Mountains?"

“No fires? I can only assume that there is trouble and that Haldir has gone to find out the nature of it. Fair enough.
A cold wet night; isn’t my first and no doubt won’t be my last. That’s the thing with delivering coal across Eriador; you are out in all weathers. After a time you are more aware of it and what to expect, but it bothers you less, if you catch my meaning. Still, I would not want to be caught on yonder mountainside while a storm rages.

News from the mountains, aye? Let’s see, there is very little copper left, the best seams were mined out a long time ago. There is still a bit of silver in the north, especially if you pursue the most extreme shafts dug during the days of Nogrod, but few will as they are unstable.
Coal, that’s the best of it. Still a lot there, if you know where to dig, which I do.
I suspect though that this is not what you wanted to know. Rather you would hear that our exile from Erebor and that it sits heavy on the shoulders of Thorin, more so now that Thrain has been gone this last fifty years. If any know his fate, they have not shared it with me.
You would have me tell you that there are grumblings to march to war though our numbers are few. And Thorin will not seek the aid of others, as in times past many have sought compensation much in excess of the labour they have performed in our service. As always our wealth and labours are craved…” Mabin’s words grind to a halt, maybe out of suspicion for the elf’s interest, maybe lost in memories of cities plundered, both thoughts equally possible while camped in the shadow of Moria. “Aye, a cold wet night and not much to look forward to.
“Come master Isumbras, sing us a merry tune if you will and warm our spirits and I will poor some of this liqueur to warm our throats. Do you drink dwarf spirits Master Arothir?”

In the far distance, the sounds of drums tore up the silence, which was only broken by the noises of the falling rain. Soon three figures came running towards the group, not bothering to hide from the eyesight of Althrond. Not much later, Haldir ran past the latter and straight into the 'encampment', while motioning the two scouts with him to take up position in the trees.

As he came to a halt the elf spoke up loud enough for all of them to hear. "Everyone into the trees and stay as still as you can possibly be! There's an orcpatrol closing in and outrunning them would be foolish. The pass is not accessible to us, as it is crawling with orcs. Arothir, help the two dunedain to get the short folk up the trees. Althrond, you and I will keep an eye out for them. The two scouts will try and draw them away from us, as soon as they are within visible range. Erase all tracks from the ground and hurry, everyone!"

Swiftly the elf began clearing away the tracks that were made by the group and left but a few elven tracks, then ran to Althrond and climbed a tree on the left side of the trail they were taking. With a brief nod he checked his plan with the two scouts, who had slid out of the trees again and started to clear the tracks made by the group, as they headed towards the trees.

Kolath was on his feet the instant that he heard the scouts returning; he quickly warped up his bed roll and returned his axes to their holders. Still strapping on his battle axe he hurried to the tree line with the others and with the help of those taller then himself he found a perch in one of them. “I may be a proud Dwarf” he thought to himself but only a fool does not know his own limitations.” He silenced his mail and weapons when the scouts left the trees again “we shall see many an orc before the night is out” he said under his breath “but weather at the end of our axes or passing us in the night is yet to be seen”

With some request for song coming from two members of the group Isumbras nodded, "I think I can find a tune for this..." he thought for several moments and then began to sing:

When the rain... he was cut short by Haldir running to the group and giving orders to seek shelter. He quickly gathered his things and fled to the trees. He looked up the tree and wondered if he really needed to climb it, the branches were bound to be slippery. Then he heard the drums grow louder No time to worry about wet trees. he thought as he looked to Arothir and the Dunedain for help up the tree.
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Althrond had drawn his bow and readied an arrow but seeing the two figures were the scouts he returned the arrow to his quiver and when they came he ran along side them back to the camp.

Althrond quickly followed the orders of Haldir, erasing the tracks of the group. The thick mud would show deep marks, especially from the heavy booted dwarves. When even Haldir fled to the trees for cover Althrond turned back and saw through the rain the orc patrol off in the distance. He turned and ran for the trees, nodding to the scouts as they went by. He came to the trees and lept up taking hold of a branch. Althrond pulled himself up and turned back around withdrawing his bow once again.

“A couple of days in the company of elves and I find myself shinnying up trees,” muttered Mabin, his mood matching the weather, “I can’t see a blasted thing and who’s is that foot? That’s my head, not a branch you oaf. Pah, at this rate I’m more likely to get killed in a fall than fall foul of orcs.” A chorus of shushes silenced him to grumbling under his breath.

The first lightning flash erupted, a few seconds delay then the thunder rumbled indicating that it was still some distance away over the mountains.
A second flash, this time though a hunched solitary figure was highlighted. The thing was stood on a few boulders situated at the top of a small rise, evidently scanning the surrounding area. Despite their position in the tree they could not tell if this goblin was a lone scout or the vanguard.

Whether it had seen them or not, the creature had left the boulders and was nowhere to be seen by the time the next lightning flash streaked the sky….

Before Arothir could even respond to Mabin's question Haldir was shouting. Arothir obeyed with dedicated precision, loping to the treeline to aid his smaller companions in climbing. With a gesture, Arothir motioned for the Dunedain to also climb.

He waited until they were all settled before climbing up an adjacent tree himself. While sitting astride a high, thick branch Arothir strung his bow easily and swiftly. He pulled forth no arrow, but held the bow readied, his right hand back and hanging less than an inch from the fletching of one of his arrows.

There he waited. Arothir's mail did not shine, his entire form seemed duller and harder to note, as is the way of Elves when they do not wish to be noticed.

Ethrana settled back against the tree, preparing to hear the melodious voice of the Hobbit. Well, not really melodious she thought to herself, but certainly heartfelt and enjoyable to hear! As he sang the first few words, something within her senses began to stir - and overwheling sense of urgent danger began to enter her mind and flow through her body. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Haldir running quickly toward them. "An elf does not rush so, unless there is a great need" she muttered to herself, though she suspected Isumbras probably heard her as well.

At the announcement of an oncoming orc patrol, Ethrana lept to her feet in one smooth movement. Not one to waste time in needful circumstances, Ethrana placed her hands under Isumbras' armpits and lifted him easily to the first branch of the tree. Waiting until it appeared he had a firm grip on the branch and would be able to hoist himself up, Ethrana released her hold on him and removed the evidence of their presence in the immediate area. Seeing Arothir's gesture for her to climb as well, Ethrana scaled the tree without effort, pulling herself up to the higher branches and leaving the lower ones for the smaller folk. As if by instinct, Ethrana remained perfectly still. Her breathing slowed, her movements ceased, and she seemed to melt into the presence of the tree itself. She knew her weapons were accessible, so there was no need to check them. Instead she peered off in the distance, hoping to receive some advance warning if the orcs were indeed going to come upon them.

Araglas' suspicions were confirmed as soon as he saw the elven scout running towards the company, followed by a steady beating from off in the distance. [i]Orc war drums[/i]. Quickly, he got to his feet and helped any smaller folk into the tree before he himself climbed and settled into the outstretched branches of a nearby evergreen. It seemed that time stood still as they held there breath, waiting for any sign.

Haldir made himself blend into the tree, through the use of his elven cloak, his bow readied in case they were discovered.

As the orcpatrol neared the position of the group, the elven captain did not flinch a single muscle, as their footsteps broke the staccato of the falling rain and their gruff voices broke the silence.

"Look for tracks, these pointed eared rats cannot have gotten very far, now move, Snaga!" The last word was spoken with a terrible sound and hurled at several of the orcs as a curse, which in fact it was. Snaga is the word these creatures used for a slave, which to the higher ranked of them, the lower ranked orcs were. Those indicated began to search for tracks, but found no clear indications, due to the heavy rain and the work the group had done to hide them.

The patrol was large, even larger then usual, counting to at least 30 of them. Most of these were simple orcs, but 8 of these were larger then the rest. These were the ones to fear, veterans from mount gundabad and leaders amongst their own kind, hardened in battle.

Above them, Haldir signalled the rest to stay hidden and quiet.

Arothir narrowed his eyes as the Orcs' harsh voices broke the silence. His fingers flexed and tensed, still held just inches away from the fletching of one of his arrows. He had to keep his instincts in check, as he was fighting the urge to simply open fire. [i]Between myself and my brethren here, we could lay low almost half of their number, perhaps, before they are upon us[/i].. he thought.

Still, Arothir remained silent, blending with his surroundings, yet ready to spring into action should the need arise, or command be given.

Hindered by the falling rain, the orcs began to look around the former campsite. With the absence of a fireplace, nothing indicated that they had camped here. Yet still the orcs came ever closer, until one stood below the tree that Haldir was in. At the moment that he made a move to look up, the scouts opened fire on the orcs, who in their anger sped towards them, commanded by what seemed to be their leader.

The two elves made a run for it, drawing the orcs towards them and away from the group. After a few minutes Haldir motined they could come out of the trees and slid down himself. In a soft voice he stated: "The scouts will lure them away, but the pass is crawling with them. We wil not be able to stay here long however. Any suggestions for an alternate route?"

Althrond breathed out a sigh of relief as the orcs ran after the scouts and left the group. He quickly jumped down the tree and turned to help the smaller folk. After all had made it safely to the ground he approached Haldir.



"The scouts will lure them away, but the pass is crawling with them. We wil not be able to stay here long however. Any suggestions for an alternate route?"


"If the mountains cannot be crossed the only road we can take is back to Lorien and on to the Gap of Rohan. Then we head North through Eriador and on to the ruins of Angmar," Althrond paused thinking of going the long way around. His face grew thoughtful, "Are we certain that the mountains are blocked?" he finally ended.

Dropping from his perch, Arothir walked quickly to Haldir and waited for everyone to come from their own places of hiding. He sighed softly as Althrond spoke and shook his head, speaking softly but sternly.

"If we turn to the Gap of Rohan we make for a far longer trip than was originally intended. It is long stretches of fairly barren land from that place to Rivendell. We have not the time, nor the resources, for such a journey. And do not forget, the Horselords are a suspicious folk - and we cannot be delayed by questions and curiosities."

Arothir looked around at the company before turning directly to Haldir. "There must be a way through the mountains, or a faster way to move around them if need be," he stated in an almost defeated tone.

Haldir examined the face of his two compagnions and nodded slowly, as he pondered slightly on the words he was about to say. "There are other routes then Rohan, two to be exact. We can go over the mountains, going across the caradhras, or through Moria." He didn't elaborate on this further, as everyone knew what the risk was if they took the latter route, especially the dwarves among them. "Both alternatives are shorter, but also more risky."

"If we turn to the Gap of Rohan we make for a far longer trip than was originally intended. It is long stretches of fairly barren land from that place to Rivendell. We have not the time, nor the resources, for such a journey. And do not forget, the Horselords are a suspicious folk - and we cannot be delayed by questions and curiosities."


"I agree but if the mountains cannot be crossed that may be our only route," Althrond turned to Haldir hopping he would know a pass through the mountains.



"There are other routes then Rohan, two to be exact. We can go over the mountains, going across the caradhras, or through Moria." He didn't elaborate on this further, as everyone knew what the risk was if they took the latter route, especially the dwarves among them. "Both alternatives are shorter, but also more risky."


"Caradhras," Althrond nodded. He looked to the others to see what road they would choose.

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When Isumbras dropped to the ground he sneezed. He had been holding it in when the orcs ran by and was glad he had not failed the group. He solemly watched the elves talk about a new road to be taken.

Moria, the old dwarven city. It had been infested with goblins and Balin had entered it. Although the dwarves had never recieved word from him. That way seems dangerous. he thought to himself. Although, I'm sure whichever path we take will be filled with danger. Isumbras looked to the big folk, they would know what to do. A hobbit of the Shire had little knowledge of mountain passes and the like.

Having fallen the last few feet out of the tree, Mabin regained his footing and attempted to regain his dignity by brushing twigs from his beard and mud from his knees before venturing over to the improvised council now being held.
“Orcs from Gundabad you say? Well, I must admit that they all look alike to me; you are indeed keen-sighted. Gundabad aye, well, well, now that is a fine thing, a fine thing indeed.
If Gundabad can send orcs all the way to the eaves of Lorien, I doubt very much that the High-Pass is open to travel. I also do not favour slogging over the Caradhras Pass in this weather.
Rohan, as has been pointed out is far out of the way.” Mabin stared across the valley towards Silvertine, “I don’t suppose that the orcs of Gundabad are on speaking terms with Moria goblins, are they Master Haldir? I’m not advocating the path, though to look upon the halls of my ancestors would not be the worst thing in the world, especially if we were careful not to disturb Durin’s Bane. It would also throw of pursuit as well.”

Haldir started to smile widely upon the question of the dwarf and shook his head. "Well Master Mabin, the only way to find out if the two are on speaking terms, would be to go ask them or just stay around this place to try and spot the two of them together. I'd rather not, if you don't mind." With a wink he continued what he began to say.

"Moria may shake off pursuing orcs, but Durin's Bane is rather easily disturbed when you have to carve your way through a horde of goblins. I do not want to meet what we call a Balrog, as these have proven to be rather deadly in the past."

The elf looked around the group, for others to state their minds.

"Hadhadrond," Arothir began softly, "is a dark place. I will not go that way lest there is no choice besides. I remember the demons of Morgoth well, and they are terrible!"

With a deep sigh, Arothir seemed to grow distant. Shaking his head, he looked to the rest of the company. "If we go that way, it may come to pass that we shall not all leave that place. Flames and shadow do not fall easily, and I know not if it is within me to counter such Evil. Is there no other way, my lord Haldir?"

Arothir's knuckles were white as he gripped tightly his bow.

"is a dark place. I will not go that way lest there is no choice besides. I remember the demons of Morgoth well, and they are terrible!"


"Arothir is right, the Balrog would surely be our downfall. We must take our chances crossing through orc patrolled lands," Althrond knew this was a hard choice to make. Every path was dangerous, they had to choose wisely.

Ethrana waited until most of their party had dropped out of the tree. Scanning the horizon, she wanted to be sure the Orcs had indeed followed the decoy of the scouts. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, she dropped gracefully to the ground, bending her knees as she landed to lessen the impact.

Straightening back up, she moved closer to the conversation at hand. At the mention of a Balrog, Ethrana felt her stomach tighten within her. Shadow and flame she thought to herself, I do not wish to encounter that.

After Althrond's final comment, Ethrana looked to Haldir and spoke with conviction. "It would seem, Haldir, that there is no path before us that is ideal - so we must take the one which is the least threatening." She paused as she looked around the group and then continued, "I do not relish the idea of hiding in trees to avoid Orc patrols, but I think our group would be safer in a tree than in the mines of Moria."

Haldir nodded to Ethrana and smiled. "You speak wisely, dunedain. We will thus stay out of Moria and make our way to the High Pass. Most orcpatrols aren't as large as the one we just saw, which we can try to avoid or fight if we ave no other choice. I'm sorry Mabin, but just as my kin and the dunedain, I do not want to go into Moria. Not even with a dwarven guide. I'd rather try and fight my way through a horde of orcs."

The sound of an owl broke the silence that followed the decision of the elf, who promptly spoke as the sound died out. "The scouts just lost the orcs, which means they might be heading back. We'd best leave right now."

"Orcs and mountains...no hobbit has endured things such as these," Isumbras said to himself. This adventure was turning out to be more than he planned.



"The scouts just lost the orcs, which means they might be heading back. We'd best leave right now."


Althrond nodded, "I shall scout ahead and warn you of any incoming orc patrols." Althrond ran off his keen eyes and ears open to all.

Arothir looked up at the sound of the call. Nodding and looking from Haldir to the rest of the company, he gestured to the Hobbit and Dwarves. "Come, we shall skirt the treeline for as long as we may. We'll certainly be safer there than upon open-ground. Tighten your belts, we'll be moving quick and long today, better to be as far from this ground as we are able."

With that, Arothir trotted up beside Haldir as the others made their way toward the treeline. "Should we expect trouble this far out? If so, I shall take a sideguard to the company as Althrond has taken ahead of us. In either case, we must be far from here, though I know not how long the little one can go before we will need to stop for rest and rations."

Haldir nodded to Arothir and listened to him as they walked onwards, covered by the treeline for as far as they could be. "The problem is when the little folks will get tired, Arothir. I don't have much concern for the dwarves, as they are a hardy folk, but the hobbit worries me and may even have to be carried along. Can you run to Althrond and advise him to look for a small cave, which needs to be large enough for the entire group?"

Through the rest of the night and as sunlight first hit the highest peaks, lost beyond the clouds and slowly slid down the eastern side to illuminate the valleys the troupe plodded on.
The briefest of stops was called for breakfast, a cold and heartless affair that both the hobbit and the dwarves commented on through much of the morning.
Towards lunch this comparison of culinary breakfast delights between Isumbras and Mabin had turned into a game of mutual self-torture that had their stomachs rolling with hunger.
“Fried strips of beef with the largest field mushrooms, served on thick slabs of soda bread straight from the oven to soak up the juice. Your turn. Oh, now I think about it, whatever happened to the pony, Hobbs was its name?”

[Edited by Mica on Friday, May 20, 2005 12:25 AM]

Oh, now I think about it, whatever happened to the pony, Hobbs was its name?


"I asked Althrond about him a bit ago. He said that ol' Hobbs was being taken care of by the elves along with their mounts. I bet he's having a good time there in that forest. Not having to deal with orcs, rain and the like," Isumbras sighed, "Now then...how about fresh baked sweet breads! With plenty of butter and jam, I could go for some of that now."

Ethrana couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile every so often as the dwarf and hobbit talked of their various dreams of food. Tis certainly a better topic to speak of than what lies ahead she thought to herself.

Quickening her pace a bit, she caught up to Haldir. She caught the tail-end of his request to Arothir to catch up with Althrond and find shelter for the night. Looking between them, she commented, "at what point do we plan to inform the group of the dangers of that which we seek?" She knew her question was bold, but also necessary. "I feel the urgency and danger within my blood, though I cannot put a name or reason to it. I understand our need to protect the little ones from unnecessary fear - but I also think it is only fair that everyone here be aware of the risks that await us all. I know it is much more than an Orc patrol that presents a danger to our party." She looked intently between Haldir and Arothir, awaiting one of them to answer her earnestly.