RPG Lord of the Rings: Flames Rebirth

[tursi]

Winter was upon her horse, her head throbed from where she got hit with a rock, but she shook it off. She looked at the ent. She had never seen one before, and she was amazed by how tall he was. She looked forward now at the back of the group. then she saw ril fall back to her.

Ril: here's you daggers back.

Winter: thanks, so where are we going?

Ril: have you not been paying attention.

Winter: not to what we were talking about, but to the wound on my head. Making sure i didn't need attention to it.

Ril: well we're going to lorien, then to fanghorn forest.

Winter: right....fanghorn...

Ril: you ok?

Winter: yeah, just dazed, go ahead to the front of the group with lantina. i'll be fine back here. i can move at my own pace.

[Drix D'Zanth]

OOC: I don't think it's a big problem at all, I thought the ent was cool. (shrugs)
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Latiana(while walking): I'm not sure exactly how much you know of recent events in middle earth. Well, the ringbearer, a hobbit known as Frodo has been captured. If that ring reaches the darkest of lords then no elven, dwarven, or human empire will ever be able to stop him until the world fades and dies.

Oakenwillow: Hoooooooom (letting out a small sigh). This is bad ... news.... indeeed.

Latiana (patiently letting the ent finish his slow sentance): Yes we have been chosen by Elrond of Rivendell to march near Isenguard, hopefully we can intercept those who captured Frodo.

Ril (his arms behind his head): Well, I didn't expect too much action but I think we did alright.

Winter (smiling): Yes, I am now confident that we are fit for the quest ahead of us.

Latiana: Where's the dwarf?

Muffled rustles and swaying bushes alerted the party to turn around. Each member drew or notched his weapon. Sure enough the dwarf burst out of the bushes, panting.

Gloin: What are ye' lookin' at? I just got me axe stuck in a blasted bush cuz' ye' INSISTED upon comin up that darned hill. Look at me legs! I can't get up a blasted hill!

Grunting the dwarf made his way back into the underbrush to retrieve his steel. The group held back laughter, holding their breath. Suddenly Oakenwillow's booming voice seemed to roar with laughter over the countryside. Everyone burst into fits of laughter, even ril who put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder with support.

Gloin (blushing): What are ye' all laughin at?

Latiana (chuckling): Wait... (a serious look crossed her face) Wheres Aratmacil?

A great eagle's cry rang overhead and it's glistening feathers shone in the eyes of the fellowship as they saw it calmly descend in the middle of the party. Aratmacil dismounted the great bird, smiling brightly.

Aratamacil: Vedui? il?er, mani nae lle umien? (greetings everyone , what's going on?)

~~~ Five minutes earlier, just outside of goblin town.

Eonwe strode out of the destruction to meet the young elf, sitting on a pine stump. His golden hair trailed him as he reached the young elf putting his hand softly on her shoulder.

"Only you had listened to my whisper from the sky," he told her with shining eyes, " you posess a rare gift young Aratamacil."

She looked back at him. His hand sent a healing warmth throuought her whole body, his words felt like a breeze lapping her from a calmly rocking boat.

"I have never seen such beauty since the time of Luthien the fair," he admitted taking her hand in his.

Eonwe opened her hand so that her palm faced upwards. Slowly he removed something from his tunic. A bright light shone between the two sitting figures. He set the small object in her hands and it began to dim to a comfortable glow upon touching her fair skin.

"In the isle of Valinor, there used to be two trees that lit the world," He explained, "They were destroyed, devoured by the dark lord of the time. Here is one of their last leaves, if you hold it by it's stem it will shine as bright as any star."

Aratamacil looked at the leaf in wonder, the colors and lights playing across it's surface. She looked back into his features, her brow furrowed in light concern. 'Why does it feel so good to be here, next to you?' her mind spoke and she gasped, hoping her thoughts weren't so loud that Eonwe wouldn't hear. She took his hands into hers, squeezing their palms softly and warmly together.

"Thank you," she whispered to his ear.

Eonwe smiled, looking to the south, "I should return you to your party." He whistled, calling one of the great eagles from the mountains. Whispering into the eagle's ear he motioned for Aratamacil to mount.

"I will be watching over you from above, do not fear any danger. And remember, let you heart guide you for it is the greatest gift you can bestow on anything," Eonwe whispered into her ear before the eagle took flight. As Aratamacil looked back at the golden/white maiar seem to shrink behind her she shook her head, turning her thoughts to the quest before her.

"I hope you can ride fast great eagle," she said with a sly smile, " for we have little time to waste!" Then she spotted her party....

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]"We must hurry! Too long have we lingered here." Strider commanded, leading the fellowship down the mountains.

They traveled with pace, zigzagging through stones and trees. Their horses dashed swiftly, the wind slightly picking up against them.

"Ennas." Laitina pointed out, gazing down the edge of the forest. "Ab men sen, avam hae uin coth."
(There. Once we pass there, we will be far from the enemy.)

The fellowship rode down the steep hill, their horses kicking up dirt and sand as they strode down the mountain. There would be a clearing after this, protected with stone walls. It was the same place the fellowship before them had rested before. They would sleep here for the night, and be ready to leave the next morning.[/color] [/size]

[Drix D'Zanth]

[I] Eonwe could smell the sulfur and brimstone before he even reached the ash mountains near mordor. The liquid fire of mount doom cascading across the darkened sky gave the realm a reddish hue. Cautiously he lead his eagle to the balcony of the Barad-dur, the Dark Lord's rebuilt fortress. The great eagle swooped down, frightening the uruk-hai who stood guard there. Eonwe dismounted commanding the eagle to return later. Boldy, Eonwe stood before the doorway to the dark throne itself. A great olag-hai, half troll half sentient orc, stood before him grinning wickedly. [/I]

Olag: What do you think you are doing foolish one? You have sealed your fate stepping into the dark fortress!

Eonwe: I command my faith alone foul beast. Now stand aside dare you face the wrath of Manwe Sulimo's herald.

Olag: Mere divine flag bearer, your power is nothing here << sputtering with hatred as he finished>> Prepare to die!

[I] The ringing of a rusted bronze bell tolled through the upper echilon of the tower. A swarm of Uruk-Hai rushed to meet this strange intruder. Eonwe held his palm out gathering the winds around him. A white light erupted from in front of the maiar, shockwave cascading through the room, knocking his foes down. Eonwe stepped around the piles of moaning creatures to the door. The olag still stood, clutching his ears with soiled hands. [/I]

Olag <>: you who has mastered sound will soon only hear your own dying breath.

[I] The warrior spun and ducked under the great troll's mace. The black weapon shattering a nearby column. Swiftly and with practiced grace, Eonwe thrust upward and into the Olag's stomach. White light began to glow from within the beast, shooting out of his eyes, mouths, and other visible orifaces. The Olag screamed hoarsely before falling, his carcass charred from the inside. The golden warrior quickly removed the blade and with an extended arm, threw open the doors to meet with the Dark One. [/I]

[I]The physical manifestation of Sauron and Sauruman combined was a behemoth of black plate. Burning eyes shone from behind a blackened helmet. The entire armour seemed hewn from the obsidian of Mt. Dooms lava flows, weaving and spiked with an almost organic sheen. [/I]

Eonwe: I don't know how you would identify yourself dark one. The joining of two deadly maiar such as Sauron and Saruman could never have been anticipated by even the wisest Illuvitari.

Dark One: I don't anticipate the nessecity for you to understand anything foolish servant of a foolish God.

Eonwe: Only one who would stand against the very power of the Valar could be guilty of ignorance and nearsightedness dark one. Too confident are you in your own abilities that failure will be your ultimate destruction.

Dark One: I have no failure to concern me as victory quickly approaches my fortress of Isenguard. Soon the one Ring will be in my posession.

[I] An image of sorcery sprung up before the dark lord showing the beleaguered Frodo captured by a group of Orcs and Uruks. The trees gave the impression of northern dunland. Eonwe, realizing where Frodo was, decided to take his leave and stop the ring's progression to Isenguard. As he began to leave the blackened doors slammed shut with unearthly force. A shrill sound of drawing blades perforated the air behind Eonwe. He turned to see the dark lord standing before him, his black blade glowing with a sorcerous blue fire. [/I]

Dark one: As i said foolish maiar, I have no failure to concern me.

[I] Eonwe had to think fast, he couldn't afford to lose his physical form now if he were to be defeated. With an iron will, he drew his sword in front of him, preparing for battle. He would have to win the battle, at least for the time being. [/I]

[Boo]

OOC: I keep falling out of this RPG, so could anyone please get me in it again? >_> (last time I was in was when we were being taken by the goblins...)

[tursi]

Winter woke up and found the others still resting, she stood up and quietly gathered her stuff and put them in the little space she had in her horses saddle bags. [I] i can't stay, this pace is to slow for me...[/I] She grabed her horses reins and started to walk away when she was grabed on the shoulder.

Strider: and where do you thiink you're going?

Winter: leave me alone strider, i need to go find someone.

Strider: i can't let you leave young one.

Winter: well, you're going to have to have confidence in me. i'll join up soon.

Strider: no. we can't let anyone leave the fellowship.

Winter: (snorts) i'm not technicly part of the fellowship, so you're not losing anyone.

SHe shrugs him of and mounts her horse.

Winter: i'm just riding ahead. i won't be long, i just need to get out some energy.

Strider: winter!

But she didn't hear him over the pounding hooves of the horse, She couldn't stand just sitting around. she needed to be on the move all the time.

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Strider: drat.

Aerow: what is it?

Strider: winter. she just rode off. she's not going to find anything welcoming for a while.

aerow: well if it's true that she's been trained by the best, She should be fine.

Strider: she'll probably head to lorien, we'll meet her there.

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]"Lorien!?" Laitina exclaimed, eyes widening with delight.

Strider nodded, and gestured for the fellowship to set camp. It was rare people visited Lorien now. Too many were far too busy to bother with the woods and trees. Not many respected them still, and those closest to Isenguard were destroyed. Strider gently leaped off his horse, and brought a few blankets and futon over to a high wall pointing to the south. He set the blankets over the futon, and walked over to another wall, setting down more blankets.

"What if they come during the night?" Elsyan asked Strider, fearfully gazing to the North.

"Abob and I shall watch these hills during the night. Legolas and Ril will stay here with camp. You three will stay here and rest."

Elsyan nodded. It didn't feel right the men would have to stay up for the night. They needed their rest, for it had been four days since any had either slept or ate. As a heavy step rumbled behind them, Elsyan quickly turned around, to see the ent taking his time down the hill.

"What about OakenWillow? What will we do about him?"[/color] [/size]

[Boo]

OOC: Im gonna try one post at "first person [strike]view[/strike] post" style
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[I]While they were talking I was sitting on a tree. The wind whispering in my ears, the leaves flowing with it. I looked up at the sky and then finally jumped off the tree. There were the others. Thinking about what they should do with OakenWillow. Then a flood of memories flashed infront of my eyes. Things From my youth were coming back up. Everything I forgot or wanted to forget was brought up. The things that ruined my life. Then I couldnt see anything but black. I heared voices screaming, buildings collapsing, fire, crying children, tired soldiers and finally it was all ended by a scream similiar to one of a ring wraith, followed by a white clearing all the darkness and I saw myself. I was standing in my own. there was nobody except me. the white shifted to a blood red. An army of millions of orcs came out of nowhere and slayed everyone they had in sight. then they came after me. I had to run. I kept running and running, but I became tired. I fell on the the ground and fainted. The last thing I remember was the eyes of an orc. Not from a normal sight. No. It was in a sight of hatred. For everything they did.
I sort of woke up from the kinda dream, right before i collapsed on my knees and then fainted.[/I]

~[I]"Is he allright?"
"What happend?"[/I]~

[tursi]

Winter drove her horse hard, pushing her to her limits. Winter didn't feel like she'd belong back there. she saw lorien ahead of her and she sped off.

winter: maybe they can help me.

Then she felt a sudden change in the air and pulled her horse to a halt. everything was silent, and she felt vanurable out in the open.

Winter: something comes, something...big. lets get out of here.

She urged her horse forward but she wouldn't move.

Winter: katyia, lets move.

Katyia turned and started to go the other way.

winter: katyia, that's not the right way. we have to go to lorien then to fanghorn.

The horse snorted and moved into a gallop, she could feel the uneasiness of the horse beneath her. The horse was dragging her in the direction mordor. Her horse was moving so dast that everything was a blurr. She didn't know what her horse was up to, but she trusted her, and she was hopfully leading her away from danger.

[Sui Generis]

[i]Ril stood by the wall thinking. He watched the fellowship. His face was set in an emotionless stare but his mind was racing. Winter had left. He wondered if she was ok. What did it matter? He had met her only a few days earlier, yet he felt connected to her. He shook his head lightly thinking about Winter. Was she ok....that thought continued to haunt him. His face changed slightly. Not because of Winter, but because of something else. The air. It was empty, almost...dead.[/i]

Ril: "Strider!"

Strider: "What?"

Ril: "We've got to get going! Somethings comming! Can't you feel it in the air?! I don't like it!"

[i]Ril loosened his sword. He suddenly became very un-easy. He looked around making sure there wasn't anything sneaking around the camp. He couldn't stand it. Something was wrong. It was driving him nuts. He wanted to leave. Something was pulling at him. He looked over at Strider.[/i]

Ril: I'm leaving. Go to Lorien I'll meet you there.

[i]Ril ran and jumped onto his horse. He galloped away letting his horse lead him. It felt like the devil himself was at his heals. He continued to look over his shoulder. The horse began moving fater and faster but Ril didn't notice. He was going insane.[/i]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Laitina awoke sharply, eyes widened with terror. Gasping for air, she felt a shock of energy slap against her chest.

"What is it?" Elsyan asked worriedly, waking up.

Laitina clutched her hand against her heart and inhaled.

"I don't know..." Laitina replied. "Ril was right... something's getting closer."

Strider dashed towards them, holding a torch in his right hand. The flames flickered densely as he hurried across the plateau. Laitina's eyes narrowed as she tried to see what was chasing him. Legolas sprung out of the wood from behind Strider, shooting multiple arrows towards the wood.

"Run!" Strider exclaimed. "They're coming!!!"

Laitina's face grew grim as she looked down towards them.

"What is it!?" She shouted, cupping her hands at her mouth.

"Run! Leave everything behind!!" Legolas ordered.

Elsyan and Laitina quickly obeyed and leaped atop their horses.

"Rimmon nîn!" Elsyan exclaimed to the horses.
(Ride fast)

The horses gathered speed, and raced south, moving faster at every step. The wind whipped against their cheeks, the flames of torches visible far behind them. Laitina did not turn back, yet the overwhelming worry began to flood her mind.

[i]"Legolas..."[/i] She whipspered, fighting back tears as the horses sprinted down the hills.

Just then, a thought struck her mind.

"How would Ril and Winter get to Lorien? They would have to choose between the Pass of Gondor, Mines of Moria, or Caradhras. They would all be difficult paths to take, but which one would they dare take? The mines were empty, yet another shadow was said to live within the caves, now the darkness had grown quiet during the past years...[/color] [/size]

[Flash]

[I]Oakenwillow turned his head, and caught sight of the fellowship fleeing. At first he was confused. He saw no foe, yet they ran. 'Could they be running from me?' he pondered. But his questions were quickly answered, as he noticed an Elf, Legolas, swiftly delivering a rain of arrows on a pursuing mob of Goblins. A smile spread across Oakenwillow's face, and he rushed towards the group, who were making their way out of a dense group of trees.

The Ent gathered up pace, running at the Goblins. They held torches, axes, and bows, but Oakenwillow cared little. He let out a war-cry, a booming echo that rolled across the plains. The Goblins turned, and were overcome with fear at the sight of the stampeding tree. At once, they began firing arrows at him, many of which merely rebounded off his Iron armour. Oakenwillow laughed, and shouted out to the Blonde-haired Elf nearby.[/I]

[B]Oakenwillow:[/B] Your companions have headed for Lothlorien! Make haste; I will hold off these Goblins as best I can.

[B]Legolas:[/B] I am in your debt, Master Ent! I will see you in the woods of Lorien, no doubt!

[I]Legolas turned and ran south quickly, to catch up with the rest of his company. Oakenwillow swung his left fist around, knocking two Goblins aside. He looked north, seeing many more torches heading towards him. Goblin reinforcements, it seemed. As he looked away, the Goblins near to him charged, brandishing their axes, and cutting full force into the lower regions of his legs. He stumbled backwards, before kicking the Goblins latching onto him away. More of them came, throwing torches and spears at him. He blocked them with his Iron gauntlets, and retaliated by skewering several Goblins with a spear that had lodged itself into his shoulder.

Oakenwillow was being cornered. Goblins were surrounding him from all directions. But he gave it no thought. With three large strides, he cleared all of the Goblins, and stood behind them.[/I]

[B]Oakenwillows:[/B] You Mountain-Orcs are no match for an Ent, come you in numbers or not!

[tursi]

The sound of her horses hooves reminded her of war drums, constant and steady, but fast, oh so very fast. She closed her eyes and tried to focus, she tried to listen further than where she was, then there were two diffrent patterns, tow war drums, on was hers, the other...

Winter: katyia! Slow down! We need to wait.

he horse didn't listen soon the two patterns of hooves were moving simotaniously, each one of them moveing at the same time. She looked behind her, to see the rider in the distance. it was Ril. But he seemed diffrent, like katyia. then she felt it, and knew what was going on better. She slammed her horse in the oppisite direction and was heading full on at ril. they were moving at the same speed, ril didn't stammer, when she was ten feet away, she slammed the horse back to the direction they were going.

Winter: Ril! Did you hear it to?

Ril didn't answer, but looked straight foreward and speed up, as her did, so did she, it was a constant race to the end, where ever the end would be.

[Sui Generis]

[i]Ril saw Winter coming. He tried to say something. His mouth wouldn't move. His eyes wouldn't move. His whole soul was bent on his destination. What was his destination? He had no clue. He searced through is mind trying to find some answer to this. He couldn't control his body. He tried moving his arms, they were set. He tried to blink, his eye lids stayed open. Something was controlling him, and he didn't like it. He tried desperatly to focus on one thing, but he couldn't. Everything was a blur. Something was wrong. He occasionally saw Winter in his line of sight. Or was it someone else? He couldn't tell. He assumed it was Winter.

Winter spoke to him. It was Winter. He knew that now. Her voice was un-mistakeable. He tried to respond. Tried to show her he was ok. But was he? His horse seemed to be crazed. It wouldn't stop. Its breathing became harsher and harsher. It wasn't good. Pity gripped Ril's stomach. The horse, wasn't itself. Whatever was going on was evil. This wasn't natural.

His anger began to rise. His set his mind. To stop this. Even if it was when he arrived at his destination, he was going to stop this. He could now tell that Winter was riding next to him. She seemed fine, but her horse was just like his. He tried moving. His neck seemed to be broken. He couldn't move it.[/i]

[tursi]

Winter moved her horse as close as possible to ril's. She could tell something was wrong. She could feel it, but why didn't it effect her? She was about to jump on ril's horse, but the she noticed the she couldn't move from her seat. [I] damn. [/I] She felt dead from the waist down.

Winter: Ril, if you can here me, somethings gone terribly wrong.

once again ril ddin't respond. She looked ahead of her as her horse moved faster, this time ril's horse didn't catch up. She could feel the tenceing of the horses moucles, she wasn't used to being pushed so hard. Then she felt something, it felt like her body was freezeing from the inside out. Whatever was happenning it was bad. She now griped the horse reins and tried despritly to bring her to a halt.

winter: Katyia, please stop!

She looked backwards, Ril was a few horselengths behind.

Winter: RIL! STOP! PLEASE TRY TO STOP!

But nothign seemed to effect him, this wild goose chase wasn't going to end, if they went any faster they wouldn't beable to stop with out falling and getting crushed by the horses.

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]The two's horses gathered speed, and rode faster against the wind. It seemed as if they were gliding past the fields, their horses swift on their feet.

"Which way do we go?" Laitina shouted, her hair whipping against her face.

"Head west towards the Gladden Fields!" Elsyan exclaimed back, eyes slanting as they raced down the mountains.

Laitina nodded in understanding, and rode down the mountain. Just then, she heard the familiar hoovebeats of a familiar horse... She turned her head behind her, and the world seemed to lighten. It was Legolas! Alas, he had finally arrived with haste.

"Legolas!" Laitina called back, holding back an urge to wrap her arms around him.

Legolas rode faster towards them, quickly making his way to their pace.

"Gerich meleth nîn." He whispered, smiling lightly at her.

Laitina smiled, and regained her courage to continue riding. Their horses sped in the dark, blindly trusting their horses' insticts.

"Which way are we going?" Legolas questioned.

"To the Gladden Fields." Elsyan replied.

"What about the other two?"

"They are far ahead of us. We shall meet them both in Lorien." Elsyan spoke urgently.[/color] [/size]

[Flash]

[I]Ten Mountain-Orcs clambered over the rocky hills around the feet of the Misty Mountains. Oakenwillow, warrior of the forest, stood staunch and tall, letting no Goblin get the better of him. The few that had just made themselves visible to the Ent drew crude Goblin-bows, firing volleys of steel-tipped arrows at the massive tree. None of the arrows met their mark, however; Most of them missed, whilst the few that hit the target did little more than scratch Oakenwillow's thick armour. He laughed at their folly, and threw them far and wide with a swing from his clenched fist. He turned his eyes south, looking across to the Gladden fields.[/I]

[B]Oakenwillow:[/B] Hmm. It appears the company have left for Lorien without me... My stride is long, but not enough to contend with the hooves of a swift elvish steed...

[I]Oakenwillow looked east, spotting something just before the horizon. He grimaced, and began to walk towards it. A few Goblins followed him, still trying to attack him, but were met with quick retaliation from the Ent. His long legs and even longer steps taking him far in a short while, Oakenwillow now stood on the bank of the great river, Anduin. He looked at it, and then at his armour.[/I]

[B]Oakenwillow:[/B] It worked in the Sea of Rhûn, I expect it shall work here too!

[I]The great tree waded into the water, and stayed afloat. Though his armour was heavy by most standards, and would surely drag any other creature down, it was nothing to the strong Oakenwillow. Furthermore, his wooden body kept him afloat, regardless of his armour.

His skill for it was remarkable. Many would not hold such a massive creature to be able to swim. But Oakenwillow's strength in swimming was hardly his grace or his technique; It was the sheer force of his pushes that gave him his edge, sending him hurdling foward.

It was quite a sight, seeing a swimming tree--Especially for those on the water at the time! Oakenwillow enjoyed swimming, and had taught himself how to do it during his time in the Easternlands. He had received many strange looks from people inhabiting the region, as well.

Thrusting his arms out and then pushing backwards, Oakenwillow swam south down the great river, heading for Lorien, his Head bobbing up and down as he went.[/I]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]Bwee... ><; *digs*
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The three stopped dramatically at a sharp, narrow ridge. A rush of loudwater ran between them. Though it was a rather small river, with shallow water, the current was strong enough to sweep a horse off its feet.

"[i]Dartharoch[/i]!" Laitina ordered sharply.

The horses obeyed, and kicked up their legs as they slowed to a halt. They kicked up stones and sand into the current. A few stones were swept back out from the current, as the rushes of water kicked and slapped against the stones. Each stone rolled and tumbled in the waves, unable to even touch the bottom of the shallow river.

"What is this river?" Elsyan asked, turning to Legolas.

"The name of the river is unknown to me. Yet it divides the Gladden Fields and Lorien." Legolas replied.

"This is what we have to cross to get to Lorien?" Elsyan asked in astonishment.

"It will take weeks to get to Lorien otherwise."

"But how will we get across? The others might have already arrived!" Elsyan exclaimed, her golden hair whipping against her face.

Legolas sighed, and turned around. Dawn was near, and the sun had already begun to rise in the east. Then, he turned to the west, where the great River Anduin met theirs. A large figure was floating atop the waters peacefully. His eyes narrowed as he tried to make out the figure in the dark.

"It's an ent..." Legolas spoke, leaning over to the side.

He lept off his horse, followed by Laitina. Laitina peered at it from the safest region of the shore, and grinned.

"It's Oakenwillow!" Laitina exclaimed. "He has arrived safely!"[/color] [/size]

[tursi]

winter opened her eyes, she felt numb. she tried to move her body, but it hurt so much just to move her eyes. [I] ril....where am i. [/I] the only thing she could see were stones and fallen leaves. once again she tried to move puting herself in a position the helped her lean against one of the stones. she self examined herself and found out she was badly brusied and scraped up, also she had a rib or two broken.

winter: ril....where are you?....

she didn't get a response and blacked out on the rock.

[Sui Generis]

[i]Ril woke up slowly. His eyes transfixed infront of him. He was on his side. Straight ahead of him was a rock, pointed straight up. He blinked. The events that had just happened seemed to be a dream. He fumbled through his memory trying to grasp what just happened. Winter....Wheres Winter? His mind raced.

He slowly stood up trying to ignore the pain. He grunted from the effort it took. The world swayed back and forth as he tried to take a step. He stumbled and grabbed a rock next to him for balance.[/i]

"Winter.....Winter?"

[i]No answer. He continued walking slowly. Taking one step, then another, then leaning on a rock. He took this slow pace looking for Winter. He continued to say her name. Finally he saw a body laying in the rocks. He studied the body. It was Winter. She looked like she was in bad shape. Either dead, or out cold. Ril prayed for the second as he slowly made his way to her.

He knelt down and layed his hand on her stomach when he reached her. Her stomach rose up then fell down slowly. She was alive. He sighed in relief then winced at the pain. He put his back against a rock. He lifted Winter's head and set it in his lap. A rock never made a comfortable pillow. He didn't know what to do, he'd have to wait for her to come to.[/i]

[tursi]

winter opened her eyes slowly.

Winter: huh? (tries to get up.)

Ril: lay still winter, you hurt.

winter: where are we?

ril was silent for a moment and just looked around. winter took this moment to sit up and saw the were by the edge of a forest. she scaned the area for the horses.

winter: where are the horses?

ril: i think they ran off or were killed. do you remeber anything?

winter: no, the last i remeber was yelling for you.

winter got up and braced herself againt the tree and grabed her bag and threw it at ril.

winter: medicine and stuff. always be prepared i say.

[Muse]

[COLOR=green][SIZE=1]
I'm going to change what Drix said jus' a little bit because i've been gone for so long^^ I hope this is alright with him.

Aratmacil gently slid off the great eagle, patting its glossy feathers gently.

[i]"Vedui? il?er, mani nae lle umien?"[/i]

She asked brightly as the fellowship greeted her. Latina embraced her daughter, whispering something in her ear. But Aratmacil could not hear. Her heart was beating fast. A great ringing sounded in her ears. She raised her hand, touching the spot where Eonwe had touched her softly. It felt... cold.

[i]"... Eonwe."[/i]

She turned to her eagle. It nodded, as if it had read her mind. As swift as they had landed, the took off. Aratmacil shouted,

[i]"Meet us in Lorien..."[/i]

The eagle flew soundlessly towards the dark fortress. Aratmacil kept her eyes keen infront of her. Eonwe was in trouble. She knew it. She had to help him...


In Barad-dur...

Eonwe thrust his sword into the Dark Lords leg with dificulty. He grunted and jumped back. He knew that even in his alternate form, the Dark One was too powerfull... for now. The Dark One laughed and pulled the sword out with ease, throwing it to the Maiar.

[i]"Come now, Warrior! Fight to you full potential! I know you can!"[/i]

Eonwe glared at the Dark One infront of him.

[i]"He is playing with me,"[/i]
He thought.

Sauron/Saruman smirked,

[i]"Or.. are you already there, warrior? No.. You can grow stronger"[/i]

Eonwe grimaced

[i]"I will not fight to my full potential to you, Dark One! Not Yet! You do not scare me!"[/i]

She shouted boldly. He knew that if he stalled any longer, he would be in danger. But something told him that he should wait. A feeling.

[i]"Hmmm. You speak bravely, Maiar. But perhaps... the death of the one you love will be enough to make you fight harder?"[/i]

Eonwe jumped back in gasp,

[i]"No...[/i]


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