Roleplay

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

I don't know if anyone is interested in starting a roleplay, but if you are, comment here.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Interested ^^

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Great! Anyone else?

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

We should just start.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Yeah.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Oh btw, are people opposed to introducing temporary characters, like ones that pop in briefly when needed? No one in particular needs to control them, but if we need an orc, an elf lord, a ranger, or a brief appearance by Legolas or something like that, do you all mind if one just writes them in?

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

That sounds like a good idea to me. By the way, I'd find it better if this was Post-war

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Thanks! Pre-war events are pretty set in stone, so post-war should indeed offer more freedom for (to use the vernacular) awesomeness. :)

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Definitely you should start, Kayla.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas made his way through the dark forests of Mirkwood. There were too many things around. Creatures full of danger and risk. He had already run into a few plants that had tried to keep him stuck in Mirkwood. It made him wonder if the elves were controlling the plants to trap him. At that slightest sound he would duck into greenery so to keep from being seen, but he was getting more and more reluctant to do that.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"A clever one you are." Dera huffed to herself frustratedly and sighed, "More like bleeding stupidity!" Curiosity had gotten the best of her this time in her pursuit to see the lesser traveled paths of Middle Earth. Now with the trees thick and the forest growing dark there was not even a path to be seen. "Not much 'venture to gettin...lost." she mumbled as he eye caught a faint shape of a ducking figure not but a few yards ahead. "Oi! You there be friend or foe?" she called out before drawing her knife.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

A short distance away, in the branches of a tall oak tree, Caladhiel sat, a book in her lap. Closing her blue-green eyes against the soft glow of the sunlight, she smiled softly. She'd spent an exhausting two months in the southwest on the borders of Laurelindorian, assisting in the battles against the orcs that had come up from the mines of Moria. They had lost much of their will to fight after the destruction of Sauron and the One Ring, but they had been numerous- so numerous. She had come here to Mirkwood to rest. Legolas had welcomed her willingly, as she had stayed among the woodelves many times before. Here she felt safe, protected from evil, able to relax. Though she was armed out of habit, and as extra precaution against the large spiders which sometimes meandered through, she felt that nothing would harm her here. Then she stiffened- her sharp ears had detected something down below. No, two somethings, one blundering clumsily about, another moving quietly but hastily forward. "No woodelf would make such noise," she thought, and nocked an arrow to her bowstring, peering into the gloom below.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas jumped at the sound of someone calling him. He couldn't be seen, not here, and definatly not now. He clambered quickly away from the trees, trying not to amke any noise, but failing miserably. He ended up tripping into a ditch were a small stream ran. He swore in the orc language and then stood up adn continued, tryign to get away from the voice.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"Oi! I'm talkin' to ye! Git back 'ere!" Dera's snapped as soon as the the shadow sprinted off. It had been days since she had seen another soul, and it surely, she reasoned, could not be a foe if it would run from a fight. Curious to see who this cowardly runner was, she immediately dropped her pack and took off full sprint after it. In no time she was gaining on the figure, and had it set in her mind to tackle the bleeding fool and give it a piece of her mind; but before she was able to do so, she found herself ensnared by a vine and pulled back sharply into a deep pit. She briefly cried out sharply for upon which reaching the bottom, Dera soundly found herself with a broken rib. Curiosity had indeed gotten the best of her once more.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Caladhiel was startled by the yelling below- did the girl want to give away her position so easily? And what was a human lady doing here? She followed silently in the trees above, smiling when the girl fell into the pit- though she felt a quick twinge of guilt when she heard it yelp. The other moved rapidly, if slightly blunderingly, but gave her opportunity to move ahead when he tumbled into the stream. "Daro!" she called, training her bow on him. Whoever this was, she didn't trust him.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas froze, terrified. That was the voice of a wood-elf, and knowing them they wouldn't have spoken at all unless they had at least three arrows pointed at him. He raised his hands in a sign of defeat and turned wround slowly, studying the trees for a sign of the elf who had spoken.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"Well idn't this lovely!?" Dera huffed angrily, stepping in front of the wood elf, crossed her arms and blew a leaf from her hair. "I thought you pointy eared folk had better manners than that eh!? Trapping weary travelers in deep pits 'n shooting at their guides?" she snapped gesturing at the frozen figure. "The war's over! Whaddaya take us for? Bleeding spies?! "I told that lad there, "Better not 'ead into Mirkwood. Go around the forest I tells him. Folks there are too suspicious for their own good. 'No,' he tells me, 'they are much more kindlier now with the war over. It is quicker route to the Lonely Mountain anyways.' I tell him fine and now look at the situation! Traps? Arrows? We had a better welcoming in Rivendale! Gads! Even the *dwarves* would probably act kindlier than you pointy eared folk! Suspicious lot you are!" She snapped before turning on heal, facing the stupefied figure. "And *you*! This is what I get for not taking the *long* way around the wood. I pay you good money for guidance and what do you do? Run off as soon as you see some wild animal! Not to mention let me fall 'n break a rib! Where's some chivalry? Where's the courage? Eh?" Turning on her heel once more she faced the armed she-elf and raised a brow. "Mind you we are not too deep 'n these woods, so how 'bout you let us both go right round whence we came, eh? Neither of us meant to cause trouble. My business is simple...I'm just a ranger of Arnor sent to check on a post with the dwarves. Need a new cook at the camp you see." she smirked. "That is that. Not much weapons with me just pots'n pans. Though I dare say I should give you 'nother piece of my mind for getting me rib broke in that animal trap of yours."

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

"She's lying," Caladhiel thought, "though she looks innocent enough." She jumped lightly from the tree and landed on the ground before them, her bow still facing directly towards them. "Unfortunately, I have my doubts as to the veracity of that soliloquoy," she said out loud, using two of her pet words. "I don't know who you are or what you're doing here, Ranger, but I feel this other is prisoner to the woodelves. Oh, yes, I've been told about you," she said, turning to address the other who still stood shaking before her, in much the same position he'd been that whole time. She smiled slightly, feeling self-satisfied. "At least, I've heard of your habit of cursing in the orcish tongue. No elf would use that tongue. At least, no elf that wasn't a traitor. Now, you're both coming with me. If you are as innocent as you claim to be, you will soon be on your way once more, with our apologies. If not..." She left the sentance hanging and raised an eyebrow expressively.

[Kate]

The shouts from the elf warrior had broken into Lèofwyns deep and somewhat troubled sleep. She had just arrived to Mirkwood on a long journey from Rohan. King Eomer had sent her to talk to Prince Legolas on matters of importance. These "matters" however where foggy in details. There had been a rumor swirling through the western parts, though the contents of this rumor; little was known, all that was understood was that the rumor was forboding.
Lèofwyn stretched the sleep from her as she heard the shouts again, "Quirenas has escaped!".
Quirenas ...that name stirred a foggy memory in her. Long ago ina another lifetime a bloke by that name had once saved her brother. Though what he was doing in Mirkwood, captured by Prince Legolas was well beyond her realm of current knowledge.
She hurried down from her room to find the Prince. It was time for answers.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas bit his lip so he wouldn't swear again. This was just great. He thought he might have gotten away with it when the ranger started to spout off her lies but she was too obvious, even to his easterner eyes. All of these Rangers and their need to be honest, when it came time for lies to be told. He sighed, it looked as though this was going to have to happen the hard way. He had a mission to get to, and nothing was going to stop him from getting to Angband. He whipped behind some brush and then around a tree and continued running. He would not be taken by those elves again.

[Kate]

Lèofwyn found Prince Legolas in deep conversation with two new comers, they appeared to be wizards one blue and one green. She had only heard rumors of these wizards, their names unkown to her. "Whats going on?" she inquired. Legolas turned to look at Lèofwyn, "Have you ever heard of Angband?" Lèofwyn shook her head. Truth was she had heard the name but only ever used in fairy tales. Legoals contined, "Angband is the place that the dreaded Morgoth set up his stronghold years and ages ago." Fear and dawing settled on Lèeofwyn's face.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"Oh? An elfy traitor you say?" she chuckled with a raised brow glancing back. "My this *is* an intersting lil venture idn't it?" she turned back and gave a slight bow to the maiden elf. "Mind you pointy ears, I admit a tale was woven to 'elp the lad escape. Taken the stories of your folk capturing travelers I could not be too sure. By all respects I would have gone with you happily and clear up the situation for the lad. However, considering the scamp ran off just now I am now inclined to believe your tale 'n that you will probably be needing 'elp to catch him." she grinned, stepping aside.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Caladhiel was still unsure as to whether she could trust the girl- but she sounded honest enough now. And the traitor was escaping. She nodded curtly. "I'll get back into the trees, and try to circle around front of him again. Perhaps I can cripple him with an arrow to the knee," she said, speaking in a low voice. "Unless your rib is bothering you too much, you'd better follow as quietly as you can on the ground." Feeling guilty once more, she said, "I am sorry about your altercation with the pit. But usually, those that go off the path do so with evil intent- thus the ensnaring weeds and pits. The healers at the Forestking's castle will help you recover quickly." After finishing this hurried apology, and without waiting for a response, she climbed into the trees again and began running agily along the limbs once more, berating herself for the delay.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas ducked around the trees trying to keep one between him and the elf. Then he came to a meadow and had to stop. He paused only a second and then ducked into a ditch for cover, pressing himself to the ground. With any luck no one would notice.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

Dera approaching the meadow, caught a brief glimpse of the runaway as he dove for cover. Crossing her arms, she leaned against a tree and bit her lip in order to control her excitement from the chase. Half of her wanted to yell out the stranger's location for the elf maiden's benefit, the other half wished to fight the lad herself. Yet she knew she had probably overstepped Mirkwood's good graces enough...especially considering she unexpectedly aided in a fugitive's escape. That said she would grant the she-elf her capture-a simple task if she was high enough in the trees. "Should the coward run my way I'll be a waitin'..." she mused to herself, checking her rib. "Hindrance or not...that was quite the thillin' lil chase. The scamp's got quite the persistence."

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Caladhiel came to the edge of the meadow. She'd been slowed slightly by an area of young trees, growing up where one of the old giants had fallen. She'd had to skirt it to avoid falling through the slender branches. The meadow was quite a large one, probably six or seven hundred ells wide, and the same across. "He can't have gone around or gotten through," she mused, "or I would have seen him." As she gazed around the perimeter, she spotted the human girl leaning against a tree and gesticulating wildly, pointing down into a ditch. A ditch that contained a muddy form. "Got you," she muttered, as she drew back her bowstring and shot an arrow towards the figure's leg. She could not miss.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas hissed softly as the arrow slammed into his leg. Despite the fact that he knew he had been seen he needed to find a way to get around. He tugged at the arrow, pulling it out smoothly and pressing a bit of cloth to it. The wound stung, because of the dirt on the cloth, but Quirenas proceeded to bind it. He watched carefully for the elf and the human but they weren't there yet. All the same, this wound hurt a little to much. He tried to stand and found that his leg was too weak to do so. He swore softly and tried again but the leg was weak and not moving. He was trapped again. This time he didn't slow the river of curses that came from his lips. They were going to take him back to that little hole in the ground that they had put him before. He hated other elves.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

Dera shook her head and whistled, arriving on the scene. "Well If 'e wasn't angry then he sure is now! Gads! What language! You talk with the best or the orkies don't ya? Eh?"

[Kate]

Lèofwyn raced her big chesnut horse through the forest searching everywhere for the prisoner and his capters. Legolas had sent her out to help bring them back. She also brought news with her of an urgent meeting back at the palace for all those invovled with the recent Quirenas episode.

[Kate]

Lèofwyn could hear distants sounds that sounded much like voices to her, she slowed Berakah, coming upon an elf, a..a..a..she didnt know quite what it was but it must have been Quirenas, and a very familiar face that Lèofwyn was glad to see, she let out a hollar, "oy, Dera!"

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"Oi! I don't believe it! Lèofwyn!?? Lèofwyn!" Dera let out a loud whoop and ran out to meet the coming rider before pausing to glance back at Quirenas "Well 'less you want to get shot 'gain, *you* obvisouly arn't goin' nowhere." she shrugged before going to greet her old friend.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Caladhiel stood to one side, keeping a close eye on the recaptured prisoner. The newcomer and the other- her name seemed to be Dera- apparently knew each other. She wondered who these two were.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas glanced up at the elf who was standing nearby him. So far he had learned almost everyone's name but the elf who had shot him, the elf he was now looking at. The final two women, Lèofwyn and Dera, as they had called eachother, were now greeting eachother warmly, apparently old friends. Quirenas glanced back up at the elf woman again, "You know I will escape again." he said softly in a halting and hesitant version of their elvish toungue, "It will not be hard, you do not keep well your vigilence." ((Sorry I cannot figure out how to spell that word.))

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

The whispered promise from the traitor elf disturbed Caladhiel more than she thought it ought. "How did he escape?" she wondered. "The gates let no one through, save those that the King allows." She'd have to speak with King Legolas and the jailors about this. Aloud she asked, "What is your name, traitor?"

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas frowned slightly, "Why do all of you call me that. How have I betrayed any of you?" he looked up at her again and this time his eyes were softer, more docile and less rebelious. "I have come a log way over many miles of emptiness. Is this the only treatment that my kind may recieve?"

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

"Who are your kind?" asked Caladhiel, intrigued and conscience-panged, for it was obvious the elf was deeply hurt, and not just from the arrow wound.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

"The Avari." Quirenas said softly, "The elvish tribes to the east that have never seen the light of the Simarils before. I have been with them for many years, and I am like unto them."

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Caladhiel sucked in her breath. She knew this kind, those that refused the call of the Valar to Valinor at the beginning of time. "Dark elves," she murmured.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas nodded, "So, are we treated as you have treated me? Or are all outsiders treated the same." he tilted his head slightly. He was almost done, she was nearly distracted.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"Dark wot?" Dera chimed in happily returning with Lèofwyn to the scene. "Dark elves ya say?" she raised a brow to the mud-covered stranger,"Since when did the elves 'ave a sub-race? Let alone a 'dark' one eh? *All* you pointy eared folk are always seem to be the grim, stoic and dismal bunch...'least the one's I've encountered."

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

"Pointy-eared folk?" Caladhiel groused inwardly. She turned to face Dera. "Listen, mortal intruder, there are several branches of elves. I am among the Noldor, the high elves. We are fewer in number, but more powerful. There are woodelves, more numerous. There are sea elves. And then there are dark elves, the scum, the rejectors of the Valar." Her eyes snapped angrily. She turned back towards where Quirenas had been.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

By the time that the elf had turned back, Quirenas was streaking away, not as fast as he would like to be going, but as fast as he could go. The elf had been a fool. The Avari were not bad people, but they were cowardly people. He, however, was something more than just an Avari, although he was unsure what it was.

[Kate]

Lèofwyn snapped her head to attention as a breaking twig betrayed the escapeing dark elf. "He's getting away!" Lèofwyn swung up onto Berakah, reaching down for Caladhiel's hand she pulled her onto the back of the steed, "You any good at moving targets?" she asked as they raced after the escapee.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas dashed through the meadow this time. Whether the elf could see him or not it didn't matter. The more distance that he could put between him and the elf the better. But he ran into another problem. There was a hidden bog in the center of the meadow. No wonder all the trees stayed away. He struggled through it, eventually getting stuck.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

"There he is! But it looks like he's mired down." Caladhiel exclaimed. "If I shoot him, and he falls face first, he might suffocate in the mud. Rhaich!" she swore. "You have any ideas?" she asked Leofwyn.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

"He's stuck well 'nuff, I'll see if I can get 'im out meself! Keep your bow trained on him though pointy ears!" Dera called out quickly making her way toward the bog. "If he get's out on his own before I get to 'im, then shoot 'im. But do try 'n wait while 'fore you do, the lad's got one 'ole in his leg already!" Arriving upon the scene she paused a minute, trying to catch her breath. "You...'ave a knack for trouble don't ya lad?" she panted breathlessly, searching her cloak's pocket before finding the desired object--some old elvish rope from her previous travels. With that in hand she waded into the mire carefully behind the elf and looped it around the waist of the runaway before beginning to bind his wrists. "Try in fight back 'gainst me I'll 'ave you in a choke 'old fore you can spout any of that orkie language out!" she warned loudly before lowering her voice to a quiet whisper. "Listen quickly, I don't know what all this business is 'bout you, but you don't seem all that wicked...not compared to the folks I've come cross at least. I *want* to be able to 'elp you but you need to go *willingly* 'cause I won't be able to do anything if you keep persisting now...all you'll get is 'nother arrow in ya..." she paused for a moment tightening the knots before throwing the free end of the rope over to the dry ground. "Lèofwyn! See if your 'orse can pull 'im out. The rope over there!" she called out to her old friend.

[K. M. R., or Quirenas, the Cloudy One (With Lightning)]

Quirenas kept silent as they pulled him out of the mire. He hated this forest enough already but the woman had a point. If he kept on fighting he'd only end up dead. He did his best to crawl but he stayed silent. Suddenly his leg felt as though it were on fire. He cried out and sunk down, immediatly examining his leg. He hissed and held in the swearing. Some of the grime from the Mire had gotten into his wound and it stung worse than his bandage had. It was swelling and red.

[Lindsay, aka...Dera the chatterbox]

Pulling herself out next, Dera grumbled to herself regarding the muck that had had clumped to her hair. With a heavy sigh she resolved it could not be helped and plopped down next to the captured elf. Noticing to his wound, Dera reached inside her cloak, bringing out a small jar. Carefully wiping her mud covered hands before opening the jar, she tapped out a few shreds of some herb into the palm of her hand, spat, and crushed it with her fingers. "Mind?" she inquired,pulling his bandage back, though allowed him no time to respond. "No Ranger wouldn't be caught dead without it ya see. Grant you 'least a hour or two of relief, this will. Take down some of the swellin' too." She explained carefully applying the salve into the inflamed wound. "O'course your pointy eared jailers will prolly put somethin' more refined on it later..."

[Kate]

Lèofwyn watched as her old friend gave the runaway medical attention. It wasnt the first time she had witnesses the need for medical attention from a "battle" wound and from the way things were shaping up it wouldnt be the last. "Dera dear, and...Caladhiel is it? We're wanted back at Prince Legolas's place...says theres something important bout' this funny creature and the places he's headed we should know about." She stared at the one called Quirenas as she spoke and found that he did indeed seem familiar to her, she hoped to get a moment alone back at the place to question him.

[Ada, AKA Caladhiel of Eregion]

Caladhiel nodded agreement. "Let us make haste... and keep a close eye on the prisoner. I'm sure he'd take advantage of an opportunity to escape again." She shot a glance at him, no longer feeling any guilt at all for having shot him. Avari, she thought, a cold hatred burning within her. She supressed these inner feelings and said, "And yes, you do have my name correctly, Leofwyn. I am glad to meet you, and you, Dera, as well." She bowed formally, fist to her chest. "I thank you for your assistance in the recapture of the prisoner."