tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56163902011-07-14T17:42:26.719-07:00Leaves of ArdaAn amalgam of brainstorms and silliness from lotr loving folk
Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1085551271399801412004-05-25T23:00:00.000-07:002004-05-25T23:01:11.400-07:00Beleg led the large troop of marchwardens through the Girdle of Melian, his face more stoic that normal, his gait more solemn and determined. Word spread quickly through the contingement of wardens, and they knew their leader had been scolded, and by the order of Mablung, second in command, they spoke not a word to the Strongbow. He was righteously, indignantly angry, and would not be comforted;psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1081920788624145272004-04-13T22:33:00.000-07:002004-04-13T22:35:59.153-07:00Notes (mostly HH's):
idle musings really, like When SB is sent off to the distubance ( that is Findley lol ) I think she might get a little worried that she might lose him and I sort of imagined her in a kind of trance trying to find him just to know he was okay and then getting cross with herself cause the whole reason she sent him off was so she could have some peace
and SB in his own way psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1080364488305583072004-03-26T21:14:00.000-08:002004-03-26T21:30:50.920-08:00The wait became painful for the Strongbow as he stood between two of Doriath guards, two strong warriors that he himself taught archery and swordplay when they were younger. He sat before the king, awaiting the arrival of the Lady, feeling very much dejected and incredibly childish. He had witness other warders and warriors being chastised for ardor spent foolishly or decisions made poorly while psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1074511197762187182004-01-19T03:19:00.000-08:002004-01-19T03:22:12.153-08:00Elf
The day had been exciting, preparing for the great announcement had taken much of Eruntalle's time, she had enjoyed being pampered by the other Elf maidens as they had helped her ready herself for this most special of occasions.
When they had stood together on the tallon before Tingol and Melian she had felt a sense of overwhelming happiness, but as Thingol had spoken a doubt had crept Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1073113078498190392004-01-02T22:57:00.000-08:002004-01-02T23:04:36.280-08:00Elf
Thingol, dressed in garments more elaborate than most times, stood powerful and gracious at the same time, raising his hands to quite the chorus and the music. He turned and smiled upon Talle and her cirbann, and let his booming voice cut throughout all of Beleriand, it seemed.
"Today all of you have gathered here to hear a most wonderful and special announcement. Most of you, of course, psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1071343840345344922003-12-13T11:30:00.000-08:002003-12-13T12:21:58.716-08:00Elf
Her dreams filled her, taking her beyond the reach of the night sounds, beyond the touch of the one true love in who's arms she now lay. In her dream she carried a small child, perfect in every way, for he was the blessing bestowed on them by Ithil, this was their son. As she looked upon him she saw the light of his father shining brightly in his eyes, the same bone structure high and noble,Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1070333747792698752003-12-01T18:55:00.000-08:002003-12-01T18:59:14.653-08:00 ElfHe lay silently, his winwarin in his arms. He knew she slept, and rendered her eyes closed, which was good -- for he didn't want her to see the look in his eyes should she awaken. She was so certain, so positive, yet he was still doubtful.She had sent him an invitation to meet him in their private abode, built entirely by himself in the tops of a lovely tree sanctioned by the Lord and Lady. psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1070064211101032172003-11-28T16:03:00.000-08:002003-11-28T16:05:20.390-08:00Elf
She sat watching as her Cirban practiced, tho she sometimes wished he would spend the time with her, she knew it was the practicing that had kept him safe. All the same she felt a need to share more time with him, perhaps it was the beginning of spring that filled her with longing all she knew is her arms ached as did her heart.
In her heart a fear was growing that he would soon leave and Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1064041104640793372003-09-19T23:58:00.000-07:002003-09-19T23:59:48.786-07:00ElfThe marchwarden fought to focus upon the fixed target set yards upon yards in the forest; his reunion with his beloved clouded his mind and his mind's eye. He pulled back the arrow on his bowstring and released-- and hit the target perfectly. Several of the younger elves asked him successively about why he would even bother to practice, and he would always answer that despite his name, there psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1062489982967258072003-09-02T01:06:00.000-07:002003-09-02T01:06:23.033-07:00Elf
All through dinner she sat quietly, from the outside she remained cool and demur, but within her spirit lept like wild fire blazing with the joy at 'Cirbann's return. She smiled as he kissed her hand and a small gasp escaped her lips as she trembled with the thrill of his lips upon her skin. In her eyes he could see the love she felt shining, her face flushing pink as she tried to Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1062050940532873782003-08-27T23:09:00.000-07:002003-08-27T23:13:31.143-07:00Any images or memories of violence and battle melted away upon the heat of his beloved in his arms. The worry of guarding the territories, the responsibilities of maintaining the saftey of Beleriand and Menegroth, they all left him as he felt Eruntalle's soft kisses. He laughed, not feeling the smiling or intrigued gazes from the other maidens at the lake as he held his new wife closely.
Dinner psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1061925233397176112003-08-26T12:13:00.000-07:002003-08-26T12:13:53.410-07:00She had spent the evening preparing, she was to go with the others to the river, for there was to be a night of singing beneath the starlit heavens. Having bathed she dressed in a simple pale green robe a soft dark moss green belt hung about her slender waist, upon her feet no shoes for she needed them not. Her long dark hair flowed freely about her face. She sat to brush it. It did not take Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1061614484364675212003-08-22T21:54:00.000-07:002003-08-22T21:54:44.286-07:00Aaron grinned as he watched the swaying hips dissappear into the pub. Lifting the lanturn he entered the washroom, a large tub sat in the corner, upon a small braisier a kettle whistled cheerfully. It soon had Aaron whisling too, as he bathed he sang, a rather bawdy song that soon had him chuckling his laughter ringing out on the night air.
Once he got out of the tub he realised there was no Elninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1060845621683680752003-08-14T00:20:00.000-07:002003-08-14T00:26:15.566-07:00(er..this is for the elvish post...thing..yaaay)
Beleg Strongbow decided to quit his patrols of the forests for the time being; he nodded gently to his fellow marchwardens and descended the station resting high in the treetops, his legs nimble, his feet light, and his heart yearning for his lady -- who waited upon the Lady Melian in Menegroth. He lifted a hand to the branches, bidding Mablung topsykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1059202998015784252003-07-26T00:03:00.000-07:002003-07-26T00:03:18.056-07:00*taps mic* hieeeeeeee.....*waves*psykadelicbutterflynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616390.post-1059201529085780332003-07-25T23:38:00.000-07:002004-04-03T13:21:30.280-08:00So it begins
I am just wodering who else will join us here. Would be good to have a few ideas to chew over. :)
Okays this is now solely the Elf thread :DElninethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09284246318526115863noreply@blogger.com