The Last Stand- RPG

[Eärendil]

Yes, his name is Earndil ;)
This is a story... anyone who wants to can add a character and change events etc.

Earndil looked down at the half moon axe he held, and wondered why he had chosen it over sword, or spear, much more practical weapons in warfare, but he had allways kept to his axe, which was not astranged to him, with a wooden wolf ormented handle, a sharp blade with a spike opposite it for perfect balance. He was a blacksmith, before he became intangled in the plots of human lords, intangled in their scemes to overthow others and become king of arnor. He was a warrior now, and commanded a legion of men, with his trustworthy commanders and friends that had become generals, leading thousands. His strong muscular arms were used to the weight of a smithies hammer, and the conversion to an axe, though battle made, was quite the same- in dimension and weight of course- though used to kill instead of create objects for human use.
Suddenly in his tranze focussed on the axe, a cry ran out through the ranks of tents and horns- great horns form his homeland- were blown, makeing thunder stream from the sky. It was a warning call this time. That could mean only one thing to Earndil. Orcs. It was an Orc attack, and by the sound of it, it mean thousands. He was assigned to protect the borderlands to east of gondor, ceasing casual orc rades and over throwing the mass of armies spilling out of Mordor like he had never seen before. This really did sound like a big attack. Suddenly, a man appeared, seeming a casual soldier, sending orders for the commanders.
"Orcs coming from the North and East commander." Probably a farmer once, now also cought up in the battle of Lords. The thing that troubled him, was that some of these lords were useing Orcs, and Wargs, and men of a strange race. Truly they must follow the Dark Lord. He knew it himself that he was fighting for good, so good against evil did not deter his emotions about battle, but the fact that these men, untrained and newly but poorly recruited were being killed evry day, whilst no actions were being taken to take control of the situation, instead there only command was to defend the border or Gondor, and wait till the King is recrowed, what ever that meant. His obligation now, was to control the men, and strategise the armies. He was always good at strategy, though he never thought his fate would lead to this. He steped outside his commander's tent, and to the right, he caught site of the Golden Banner of the Falcon. It was his armies flag, a white falcon in flight with a golden back ground. The men were already at there posts, with there golden conical helmets, with a white falcon faceing upwards on the helmets front, and to the side were the seabird wings of Gondor. They had silver mail, and the rest was leather. Most of the soldiers in his legion were footman, and some spearmen, with spears on a perfect fourty-five degree angle shining like sun in the water. The men made an honour guard, like a path which lead to a look out post. When he reached the post what he saw down the valley was an onslought like he had never seen ever before. A gutteral roar rose like thunder, and orcs appeared, each with full clad armour and an endless sea of cruel weapons. It was a hulking, black mailed mass, deep and stretching the length of the whole land. Thousands of them, pushed togeather, faces, distorted and grunting, and howling the black language. Speeding forward like a vipers fang. Up the hill, out of the valley they came. Earndil gave the command, and arrows, thousands upon thousands poored into the sky...

To be continued...

[Tary]

Oh cool RPG but you sould shorten your signiture I heard you sould only have four lines.

[Illuvatar]

Ahh Tary,
He does have only 4 lines. 3 to be precise. lol

The hack that I applied automaticly restricts it now so no worries;)

But thanks,
Illu

[Eärendil]

i'm sry... on mine it loos like 2!

[Gatsby]

Gatsby tried in vain to steady her shaking hands, but they had succombed to the aching fear that had crept over her heart. she had been training hard since she was 3, this is what she had been all that she desired... to ride bravely into battle and fight for the freedom of gondor. That hope had been betrayed by her fear, she had never seen so many orcs... they blanketed the land like a black mist "no sword can destroy the mist" she muttered to herself. "enough of this childness" her mind hissed "your orders are to report to Earendil for assignment, now go!!" Gatsby took a deep faltering breath and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword "What i always wanted" with a gentle kick she urged Alogoss (her horse) to the front line.

[Sauron]

This seems like an fun RPG, I guess I'll join(I'm going to use my Username, but I'm not playing The Lord of Mordor :)

Sauron stood on the front lines, It seemed like one battle after another these days, he had survived this far. He was a archer, though he mostly used swords. He was also a commander of a few men, but he reported to Earndil. As the endless waves of Orcs were chargeing, he waited for the command, he fastend a arrow and pulled back. What was worrying though was his quiver was half empty, he didn't have time to get any more arrows. Then the words came from Earndil, Sauron let go of the arrow, praying it would find it's mark

Sauron

[Lady Melody]

Thousands of orcs swarmed the battlefield, twisted faces, with grotesque features shrieking, and battle cries in its foul language echoes along with of those from the army of Gondor. Many fell by the arrows of Gondor, but still they come, ignoring their fallen kin, their minds intent on one thing, the hatrad burning within them.

A small figure amongst many of the army of Gondor, who is somehow fighting aside the mighty men, trembled in fear, anticipation and encitement. It was as she had imagined, and pictured through the tales of her father, also a warrior and her brothers who oft went to war. They had not expected the attack, and had allowed her to come along for a treat, but as luck had it, she was to fight after all, against the will of her father.

"Go back where it is safe!" Olam ordered his daughter. His elder sons, Gellahir and Bolham nodded in agreement.

"Nay, father, I will not, I wish to fight with you!"

"This is no place for a child, nor a woman in the battlefield, return now to our home with your brother. Bolham shall escort you home."

"You can spare none now, and our lord would not be pleased with Bolham should he be stalled from his duty just for me!" she pleaded her case. The wails of the horn of Gondor ringed into their ears. It is a call not to be let unheeded, with urgency. Duty calls them!

"Belham, Gellahir, make sure she is safe." Olam relented and proceeded to the front. Although she had to stay behind, her skills with the bow and arrow was not to be ignored, and she immediately started to shoot, and one by one the orcs fell with the arrows by the bow she bent....

Cool... I wonder how it'll go now...

[Gatsby]

Gatsby had fear shed once she was immersed in the battle feild and the spirit of the fight consummed her. She had searched for Eärendil for a while but she quickly gave up ont the hope of finding him in the black mist of orcs, she set out on her own mission (it was simple enough, kill all the orcs you can, and don't get yourself killed)
She nimbly negotiated Alogass through the swarms of orcs slaying each one with a guick swipe of her glittering sword. 'Minas Tirith! Ithilien!' she cried the names of the cities she called home as her mighty sword fell on her enemies.
"father and mother would b proud if they saw me now"
her thoughts turned often to them as she slew, her parents, Faramir and Eowyn of ithilien were great warriors once but age had slyly crept over them and were forced to remian in Ithilien and send their only daughter to battle in their stead.
Gatsby distracted by the movements of hr enemies ofund her self at the edge of the battle field, and decided to take a few moments to catch her breath and have a sip from her canteen. She directed alogoss behind a large stone that would sheild her from sight and for a few moments of peace. She tried to drown out the sounds of the raging battle by singing the tale of Frodo 9 fingers and his quest to destroy the ring, her favorite of all songs. As she sat sang and sipped she stared out into the vatsness of her mind trying to forget for an moment where she was... She didn't notice the orc that crouched atop to boulder ready to pounce. it leapt down at her but before the orc blade could sink into her flesh an arrow soured through the air and found it's way into the orcs loathsome head. Gatsby looked to where the arrow came from and in the distance much to her great joy and suprise she could make out the figure of the daughter of Olam. With a flash she mounted Alogoss and sped over to where she stood skillfully firing arrow after arrow into the battle.
"Hail daughter of Olam! i thank you for saving me from that orc, if it were not for you i would surely be dead. That debt shall not go unpaid. An archer of your calibur should not stand idley outside the battle" Gatsby extended her hand down to her "come with me, there is room on the back of Alogoss, and i am certain he can carry the weight of us both. we shall see to the victory of gondor."
Chibi ignoring the calls from her brothers and father to get back, took Gatsby's hand and was pulled up onto Alogoss's back. gatsby kicked Alogoss gently and unsheathed her sword. "nirro lim Alogoss!" the two sheildmaidens reentered the mist of battle
out
gatsby

[Lady Melody]

They both rode together into the heat of the battle. Gatsby fought on her horse valiantly with her sword, kiling orcs with stroke after stroke, while Melody, who slung her bow and arrows back onto her back and quiver in frustration as it proved useless for short ranged fighting, had managed somehow to remove her shortsword, not very well made, as it was meant for practise, not for battle, and joined Gatsby, fending off the foul orcs who seem to literally throw themselves at their feet.

"Lady, 'tis unwise for two of us to be atop the horse, bearing the burden of two while fighting foul orcs!" she cried between hacking and stabbing a bunch of smelly orcs. Before Gatsby could respond, Melody jumped off the orcs, and began a war dance, jumping away from lunges made by the orcs to harm her, skillfully returning its blows. Her body felt the strain and the pleasure from excersizing her skills, now proved to be useful, despite protests from her grandmother when she asked to be taught, and with a flick of her wrist, wounded fatally another orc.

She fought like a hellcat, and in her mind, her eyes see only the blurred figures of black, orcs, and of the less grayer colour of the men of Gondor,the sometimes sparks of metal swords clanging too forcefully against each other. Foul black blood of orcs were spilled by her sword, and the sound around here were deafening, of swords clanged against each other, the crunch of broken bones, the sickening sound of blood gushing out of stabbed wounds as the swords were pulled out. Then she saw Earndil with his axe, seeming at ease as he chopped off orc heads, one after another, and admiration was in her heart as she continued fighting the orcs around her.

She saw first the coming threat that was to become of him, and immediately unslung her bow and with swift fingers, loaded her bow and shot the orc that was just about to slay him. After which, she again slung her bow and proceeded to make good use of her shortsword. Suddenly, she was faced by an orc leader and had to block a swing from his sword. He snarled at her, his yellow fangs bared, saliva dripping as she looked eye to eye with him.

"Ugh, you're ugly all right" she tried to hold back the blow, but he was quite unusually large, and her sword broke under the pressure, by his superior strength. She managed to roll herself to the right to avoid him as he lunged at her as she fell on the ground. The second swing wounded her left shoulder, and she cried out in pain.

Melody found herself staring at the orc's twisted eyes, seeing only utter hatred and the thirst of blood in them, and she waited for what she knew, would eventually would be her death blow.

[Sauron]

Sauron, admist the field of orcs, somehow managed to see a young girl fighting a leader orc. Without thinking, Sauron reached for his quiver, but it was empty. Grabing his sword from it's stealth, he lunged at the orc, but it knocked him aside. Reaching for a kinfe at his side, he threw it, and found it's mark.

Walking over to the girl, who was still on the ground. He helped her up."Your Injured, Let me take you back to camp, you've done your duty for this battle"

[Gatsby]

In a second Melody had slipped off Alogoss's back and disapeared into the battle, Gatsby could do nothing but keep her eye open for her... Melody was young after all... and Gatsby knew for a fact that she had never seen battle before.
"that girl's got spunk" she thought driving her elven blade into the neck of an orc.
Her back ached, for she had lean down if she wanted to attack an orc, and Alogoss by then was riddle with cuts and lacerations. "it is best that we part for now my friend" she whispered, and in amoment she was on the ground. "listen for my call!!" she gave him a gentle push and he galloped away.
It wasn't a second before an orc blade was swung in her direction, Gatsby returned the attack but she was sure to hit her mark. Two more came at her but they fell as quicly as the first. She thought it strange that the orcs did not bother to train their sodliers better... but she was also glad of this fact
The next was larger looked as though a box of scrap metal had exploded in his face; for there was barely a patch of skin that was not not bloodied or distorted. But what struck her as most terrible was he glared at her with one red eye. It was Grangskhard, the captain of the orc army. he was fierce and terrible, a shadow gripped his soul more than anyother orc on middle earth. Gatsby knew this well.
"I am suprised to see you here daughter of faramir, i thought our little skirmish at amon sul would've taught you better. I even gave you something to remember your failure by" Gatsby's hand went to an ugly scar that rested just above her heart. "but girls are stupid creaturea aren't they?"
"That was 4 years ago Grangskhard, i was only a child then and you found it difficult to defeat me. I will not fall so easily this time... i promise you."
They stood there for a moment staring, daring the other to make the first strike. Gangskhard made the desicion and charged at her
"Ithilien!!" Gatsby cried and their swords met with a mighty crash... it was all gatsby could do to hold her arm steady with his.
"you may not have grown smarter girl, but you have grown, stronger. But not strong enough" with a terrible shout he threw her to the ground. Gatsby was quick to recover and sprang up at him with a quick flick of her wrist she made a deep cut running from his chest to his stomach.
"now you have something to remember me by" Gatsby snarled preparing to make the final blow, but Grangskhard only laughed
"It will take more than that to beat me!" his lis cruel arm fell on her face so hard she let out a cry that could be heard throughout the battle field. Gatsby pulled herself off the ground and turned to finish him off; but he had disapeared.
Gatsby's fury at that moment could not be matched by any at that moment. But as she turned to find Grangskard, she heard a scream behind her... not any scream, but the scream of another girl... there was only one other girl that Gatsby knew of being on the field...
"MELODY!!" Gatsby shouted. She whirled her eyes furiously searched the battle field for the young maiden. "I shouldn't of let her go off by herself! what a fool i am! if she is dead i will never forgive myself!" Then she spotted her she was on the ground lay a monsterous dead orc, Gatsby held her breath she did not know if Meldoy lived. But with a movent of melody's hand her fears were washed away. Gatsby let out a sigh of relief and sprinted over to her fallen friend.
When gatsby arrived she saw that a warior was already seeing to melody's wounds. She knelt down beside melody and took her hand,
"is she all right?!" Gatsby said hr voice full of worry.her eyes went to an ugly wound on Melody's arm, blood poured merclessy from it. GAtsby drew her knife and cut a peice of fabric from her legging. She tied it tightly around Melody's wound, she let out a tiny cry from the pain.
"shhhhhhh melody" she cooed genlty stroking her hair " it's going to be alright. She looked over at the warrior, she needs to get out of here... now."
"does the lady gatsby not recognize her old friend?"
the warroir turned his face to her and a smile spread over her face
"Sauron!! What are you doing here? i thought you were off aiding the elves of Mirkwood?"
"i'll explain later... right now I have to bring her to camp." he picked up melody and start off but gatsby stopped him.
"i'm comming with you... and i have a faster means of getting there." Gastby took a deep breath and called from Alogoss. within moments the proud gray steed stood ready. "Come." The three climbed atop his back and rode north to the Camp of Gondor.

sorry i wrote so much but when you gotta write... you gotta write :)
out
gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Melody was unconcious through the ride. All she remembered was the fact that her sword broke, and the orcs were all around her, and that she could not put any words enough to describe the sickening feel as she was engulfed in dread...waiting for her attacker to finally kill her. She knew it was virtually useless, but she screamed and tried to fend the orc off with her broken sword.

The next thing she knew, the orc was dead by the hand of, she knew not who, but she heard the name...Sauron... "Strange for a man to be named after the evil Maia" and she saw Lady Gatsby, she could not put in into any sort of description everything that happened to her after that, everything was a dizzying blur.

She woke up in a tent, and she was lying on a makeshift bed, which is somehow soft and cozy, a luxury not for all in an army camp, she knew. Her dark brown hair eyes hurt at the light, she felt sore from where she had reveived blows, was bruised at many places and the worst of her wounds, mostly just flesh-bound wounds, was over and has been treated carefully and cleaned.

"You gave us quite a scare, Melody" Gatsby smiled kindly at her newfound friend, although she herself was also hurt during the battle.

"Lady, where am I?" she tried to get up, but was gently held down by Gatsby.

"Nay, lie and rest, I have treated you with all my healing skills that I know, but sleep now is the only thing that could help you now." Melody noticed that Gatsby's head was also bound with a bloodstained cloth, a legacy from Grangskard.

"Lady, your head!"

"It is fine now, merely a bump" she lied to calm Melody, who would certainly remove herself from the bed and fuss over her, she knew, regardless of the fact that her wound is more severe or not. "We are now at the camp of Gondor, in my tent." That served only to somehow unnerve the young girl.

"Then this is your bed, you need some rest too! And what of my father and my brothers, I bet they'd be truly angry, and I do not blame them, over my actions!" Gatsby merely shook her head.

"You have done more than was expected for a young girl such as you, Melody..." they were suddenly interrupted by the coming of a Man, as he pushed the flap aside and stepped inside, his battle weary face smiling contentedly, after a well deserved rest, good food, and a good keg of ale.

"Have the girl awakened then?" he questioned with concern. Gatsby smiled rather fondly at him.

"Yeah, I'm awake. You're the guy that saved me right? I am indebted to you then." came the voice from the bed.

"Ah, the girl's awake then. What is your name, child?"

"Melody, and my father's name is Olam. I've got two brothers too, Gellahir and Bolham. You can't miss them, they're the loudest overprotective louts I know!" she smiled wearily at him.

"Why, so this is the daughter he proudly speaks of so often! I must admit, his description of you was unjust," he said gallantly whileGatsby snorted in disgust.

"You still have not changed at all Sauron. You'd charm a lady off her feet all right." Sauron grinned infectuously at the both of them.

"I cannot help it, lady. It's a talent!" and the three of them laughed merrily in the tent.

You know...this story's getting more fun as it progresses! We could somehow dedicate a website for it, just for kicks!

[Elven Daughter]

A half a day's ride away to the north, the sky was dark and overcast. A wind blew, cold and lonesome, across the bare plain where Farielle rode. The wind blew back her long hair, and it streamed behind her like a honey-colored cloud. Riding hard, she urged her horse Vanima yet faster. The horse was as beautiful as a dream. Given to her by her mother and father, the horse ran faster than the wind. Farielle was nervous, glancing over her shoilder whenever oportunity arose. Her breathing was ragged and harsh, as if she was being chased. She rode to the crest of a small hill and looked out through the fading light of the barely visible sun. She looked over the plain as the wind howeld around her. She barely moved, except for her eyes, which roved the expanse carefully, searchingly. She closed her eyes slowly. Pain flashed through her mind. The battle was raging not far away...

Her thoughts changed course. Her parents must be horribly shocked because she was gone, she thought. "But I was not made for elegance sake!" she screamed in her thoughts. She urged her horse into a gallop and rode towards the battle.

[Gatsby]

Lady gatsby smiled fondly at Meldoy... she was blissfully unaware of how close to death she had been. Gatsby couldn't stop replaying it in her head
**** earlier
When they arrived in the camp it had been more than an hour since the orc blade had fallen on melody and the bleeding remained unrelenting.
Gatsby led them into her tent and bid Sauron to lay Melody’s limp body on the bed. Though her head throbbed with pain and all she wanted to do was lay down and fall asleep; but she knew she had to focus if her young friend was to live
Gatsby threw open her trunk and removed her healing kit, a present from elessar and arranged it’s contents on a side table. She studied the various bottle jars and pouches for a moment before selecting a vial of filled with an icy blue liquid. Sauron watched silently in the corner watching intently as Gatsby took a bowl and emptied the vials contents into the it. She returned to the table and from a gray silk pouch she took a handful of delicate seeds and sprinkled them into the bowl.
“the juice of elanor and the seeds of lithwe” she said as she tenderly bathed melody’s wound in the solution, “ it this does not stop the bleeding, nothing will”
the room soon filled with the crisp floral scent of elven woods lifting the three hearts. Sauron and Gatsby watched as the bleeding slowed to a trickle, then to a drip and finally it ceased all together. Gatsby sighed with relief but Melody was still not completely safe.
This time Lady Gatsby chose a large bottle that contents were concealed by opaque glass. Next she selected a green jar, and when she removes it’s cover a soft light radiated from it, illuminating Gatsby’s face. She carefully removed a tiny glowing white stone and dropped it into the bottle.
Gatsby sat down next to Melody and gently lifted her head to her shoulder. She parted Melody’s lips, poured in a bit of the solution, and gently rubbed her throat to help her swallow.
In a moment Melody’s eyes flickered open, she stretched groggily and fell into a calm sleep. Gatsby laughed with delight.
“what is it that you gave her?” Sauron asked his face full of amazement.
Gatsby smiled as she began to put away her herbs and elixirs “Entwash and a stone of Nimgroth. Nothing gives a person more strength and resilience than a good Ent draught. The stone of Nimgroth is to combat and shadow that might has been left by the orc blade.”
Sauron laughed “You never cease to amaze me Lady”
*****
Gatsby shook her head returning to reality and a throbbing pain screamed through her head
“Lady, I do believe it is time your wounds were tended to” Sauron removed the bloodied rag from her head and revealed Grangskhard’s memento. The cut wasn’t deep but it was ugly; it had swollen up turning a deep shade of purple and patch of dried blood dotted her forehead. Sauron dunked a rag into a bucket of water and began to clean the wound. Gatsby winced every time the rag met her skin.
“stop moving! Your worse than a child” Sauron scolded, but in truth she was a child. Though she had seen many things in her life Lady Gatsby was no more than 23 years old.
“Curse Grangskhard!!” she snarled
“He’s a bloody coward. Don’t worry, he will not elude you at your next meeting.” Sauron said attempting to sooth her fury.
“That’s what you said last time. I preformed not better than I did at Amon Sul.”
An impish smile spread of Sauron’s face “he didn’t knock you out after one minute like last time; that’s an improvement!” Melody could not help but giggle at this
“How terrible witty Sauron” Gatsby snapped though she too smiled.
When Sauron finished tending to Gatsby, he got up and made for the entrance
“I am going to find out how our army fairs.”
Gatsby picked up her sword and joined him
“I’m going as well”
“And I!” Melody chimed reaching for her short sword, but Gatsby stopped her
“Nay Melody, you will do no such thing. You are to stay here and get some sleep and if I hear you doing otherwise you will regret it.” Gatsby warned, melody frowned angrily.
Gatsby smiled warmly at her “Do not be upset Melody, you fought bravely today. Remember that.” With those words Sauron and Gatsby entered the camp.
They searched the camp for captains or soldiers who might give them some news but none could be found. After searching from roughly an hour they were approached by a message rider.
“Are you the Lady Gatsby?” he asked
“Aye”
“I have a message for you”
“from Earendil?”
“Nay… the King”
“Elessar?” Gatsby took the letter; what could the king possibly want have to tell her?
“What does it say?” Sauron asked peering over her shoulder. Gatsby began to read the letter out loud
“Lady Gatsby,
I sincerely hope this letter finds you alive and in good health for I have mission of great importance for you. I cannot discuss the matter further for mission must remain a secret if it is to succeed. Assemble a team and report to Minas Tirith as soon as you can… the fate of Gondor depends on it.
- Elessar”
Gatsby folded the letter and shoved it into her pocket\
“we cannot discuss this out in the open” Gatsby whispered
“We must return to your tent”
They set of at a brisk determined pace, their minds racing with questions
They found Melody sitting up playing with one of Lady Gatsby’s long knives.
“What is news from the field?” she asked eagerly
Sauron and Gatsby exchanged glances but said nothing; gatsby unfolded the letter and laid it on the bed
Out
Gatsby
I know it is getting fun!! Farielle, you’d better get here quick if you’re going to Minas Tirith

[Sauron]

[i]Sauron watched and waited as Gatsby read the letter out loud. After it was read, sauron couldn't help but speak his mind."The king wants a Team to come to Minas Tirith, on a misson to save Gondor, but doesn't say what it is! We have hardly come out of battle, and now were going to get into another!"

Sauron

[Lady Melody]

"Oh." Melody knew better than to ask about whether she was allowed to come or not, but her eyes showed her desire clearly.

Gatsby sighed "The King must hold this mission urgent indeed, as he knows well of our perdicament. In the name of the Valars, the battle still rages on outside, and he wishes us to essemble the best team to Minas Trith, while in truth we are much needed here to fight! We have our own battles to fight already!" her incident with Grangskhard is fresh in her mind.

"We still owe our leagance to him. He is our King, be my heart also state otherwise." Sauron looked at Gatsby, also understanding her sorrow. Melody was at loss at words, but after a moment of silence, she said softly.

"I'll come if you ask of me to, Lady, but I ask leave for now." and she ran off before Lady Gatsby could respond, and the last thing she heard was the voices of both Gatsby and Sauron, speaking of the matter.

She was only a few steps from the tent when her eye caught an image which left her mouth almost aghast for a while, and she shook her head again and stared hard again, but she had good eyesight, as she had found out when she was very young and her eyes had never failed her nor lied to her.

It was the most beautiful sight she had seen in her life. True, many had said that her mother, which she was also said to resemble to the point of a mirror image, was beautiful, and likened to the elf Arwen Undomiel, in human birthrace. Unfortunately, her mother, Laurana had died from childbirth while giving birth to her. She is 16 now, but she gave no heed to these words, taking them as kindly words to a youngest daughter whose mother had died when she was young. Not that she had cared far too much, since her doting father and brothers made sure that she was 'entertained' by means of the only play they knew; by teaching her to fight.

She was young, far too young to be in an army's camp, but she was an equal in terms of skills, if not speed and strength. That didn't seem to matter much now, when she saw the elven maiden with honey-coloured hair, flawlessly smooth skin that seemed to be carved from smooth peachbrown wood, and emerald green eyes rode away from the hills. She also saw that the beautiful maiden was seated on an equally beautiful white horse; and to her horror, heading straight into the heat of the battle. Without hesitation, she turned and ran into Lady Gatsby's tent, knowing that she alone could do something about it with Sauron.

[Elven Daughter]

At first Farielle intended to head for the battle, but realized it would be unwise. She turned her path to the side. She caught sight of the camp shortly after. She smiled for the first time in many days. Her face shone like a star when she was happy, more, like a white gem, and so she was called the white gem of her people. But the smile quickly faded when she felt the pain of others surge through her heart. She rode into camp and dismounted, leading Vanima along behind her. Her eyes swept the camp, filled with a horrible understanding. Her quiet footsteps went unnoticed to many. She closed her eys and let her feet led her where they would. She was drawn to a tent, she saw when she opened her eyes. A sense of relief was here, and she knew a deadly pain had been lifted a short while ago. Vanima grew impatient. "Now, now, Little Imp." Farielle cooed softly, using her pet name for the horse. "Hush, hush..." Vanima whickered softly, but stood still. Farielle stood silent, waiting for something to happen. But not even she knew what...

[Sauron]

Welcome Elvendaughter1, hope you enjoy it here.
Sauron and Gatsby were talking about the mission when Melody came running back in. While she was talking, Sauron thought he heard something, he got up and went outside the tent. Standing there, he saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, even in the great place of Rivendell had he ever seen a more beautiful person.

"Hhhhello Mmy Lady, may I be of some assitaince?" he managed to get out.

[Gatsby]

“Well Sauron,” Gatsby sighed watching her patient bolt out of the tent, “it seems that we have one volunteer.”
“We? Since when is this my mission as well?” Sauron asked
“Oh your coming, Sauron. There is no one in this army I trust more.” Gatsby knew he was only joking, but she felt she needed to remind him of how much she depended on him. Though Gatsby had seen her share of battles in her short life, Sauron experience surpassed her’s a thousand times over. For countless years he had wandered aiding lords when they desired his service; his bow was only constant companion, the battlefield he on which he stood was the place he called home. When Gatsby first left home at 18 to serve Elessar, Sauron was the first captain she was assigned to, for this she has thanks the Valar everyday. Her parents had taught her many things, but Sauron taught her to master her skills; from him she learned ancient battle tactics that never failed, how to walk on dead leaves without making a sound, to listen to when the earth speaks. Sauron made her the shield maiden she was.
“I do not think it wise for captains to leave the battle before it has ended” He said pouring Gatsby and himself a glass of wine
“Neither to I, but we cannot disregard direct orders from the King.” She took the goblet but merely stared into the red liquid. Gatsby looked at Sauron, her face had grown stern and determined, and “We must go, Sauron The only thing we have the power to choose, is who we take.”
“Who did you think of asking?” Sauron asked, he took one look at Gatsby’s face and began to shake his head vigorously, “I know what you would say Gatsby, and no do not even think it; she is far too young. Yes melody is brave and her skills show promise in a few years she could be a great warrior, but this is a mission from the king… it would be folly to allow an inexperienced child to join us.”
“Aye, I am aware of this Sauron, but she saved my life.”
“Did she now?” Sauron asked with great interest
“I was being attacked from above by an orc and she shot him dead between the eyes before it could do anything.”
“Well where was she… a few feet away I suppose.”
“Nay a hundred yards away, and the wind was against her,” Sauron’s eyebrows arched with surprise, “such skill as that is rare these days.”
“Indeed it is.”
“But I swore to her that that debt would not go unpaid. And I feel that this is something her heart greatly desires. Long ago you took a change on a young girl, won’t you take that chance again?” Gatsby could already tell that his feeling were changing
“Alright… but if she jeopardizes the mission once she’ll be dropped at the nearest safe realm.”
Gatsby smiled at her friend, “Sauron… thank you”
Suddenly Melody burst in, her face was full of concern and excitement.
“I saw an elf!!” she shouted
“Yes… and” Sauron asked growing impatient
“She… she was heading to battle… we- we’ve got to stop her!”
Gatsby walked over to her and put her hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sure that she’s not going to battle… there is an elf settlement near by; she probably was headed-”
Gatsby was cut off by the neighing of a horse, the three stood silent. Sauron drew his sword
“I’ll who is there.” In a moment he slipped out the door. He did not return alone, with him was an elven maiden, fairer than any Gatsby had seen in quite sometime. With two stunning beauties such as melody and now this elf, Gatsby was ashamed of her dirty fingernails and unkempt hair that was perpetually pulled into a bun. Not that she was not beautiful, in fact when she cleaned the dirt from her hands and released her hair from it’s knot she was one of the fairest girls in Ithilien. But when ever she caught a glance of herself in water or a mirror, to keep herself from feeling worthless, She would have to remind herself that she was one of the most skilled shield maidens in all middle earth. But all the same she clasped her hands behind her back and hoped the elf would not notice.
Sauron cleared his throut. “My lady, allow me to present Farielle. Farielle this is the Lady Gatsby of Ithilien”
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

I spent half an hour writing a perfectly good entry and the thunder stroke and smote my house, causing a temporary blackout!!! Yikes... grrr... Btw, Gatsby, I dunno how you want to be described as much in here, mind telling me?? I don't want to just describe people as I please heedlessly ya know! ^_^ Here I go, hope I can recall it...

Melody has admired Farielle enough, and turned her attention towards Lady Gatsby. To her young mind, she has nothing for admiration almost to the point of worship since the moment she woke up and found herself inside her the lady's tent, in her own soft bed. She knew that a stab from an orc's poisonous sword could kill, and she was grateful that she was still alive. That was also enforced by the fact that she had also been the one who had enough trust in her skills to let her join the battle, for which she felt that she was indebted greatly for. To her surprise, there was the shieldmaiden who had been to countless battles, and killed countless foes, her sword, including herself bathed and soaked with blood, actually feeling insecure about her appearance, looking almost childlike, in the act of hiding her hands behind her back, worried about them, no doubt. Melody would've laughed her head off by now, if not for the sound advice of her Grandmother teaching her of maidenly manners and such in her head, reminding her, that she is a woman too, in her own way, and that this is certainly not the time for it.

Farielle's eyes rested first on the clean but somehow unkept child, slightly over 5 feet tall in height, her left arm bound from an injury, a severe one it looked, as being an elven healer also, she could still see the signs of feverishness from the body which is healing. Her hair was of the darkest brown, along with her expressive eyes which seemed rather like black if not seen with a keen eye. Right now, they seem to hide a certain secret, which she could not put.

After Sauron spoke, she turned her gaze towards Lady Gatsby. Both her hands were behind her back, and the elfmaiden was baffled, but said not a word of it.

"I am honoured to meet you, Lady Gatsby of Ithilien. And who might this young child be?" she said courteously, knowing fully well that either the girl had been carried off by an orc, or she was to help to heal the wounded, perhaps a healer in training.

"My name's Melody, daughter of Olam!" she said cheerfully, to give time for Lady Gatsby to resolve her composure, and anyway, she wouldn't mind talking to the lovely maiden. " I'm a shieldmaiden too, and I fought in the battle yesterday!" she said proudly. Unexplainable emotions ran into the elven woman's heart, as envy, shock, and distaste mixed together within. They are even sending children to fight in their battles? She could barely believe it. Here was a child, most likely very skilled, despite of her size and appearance, and she had done what she, an elf older than any of them, perhaps, did not, and have not done. She had fought in a battle. Lady Gatsby must be very fortunate indeed. Her parents, and also Melody's...{/i]" she silently said to herself [i] Their parents understood what mine did not." Her eyes flickered, as determination took root and grew.

Lady Gatsby, thanking Melody silently began to speak "I welcome you to our camp, but I wonder, what brings you here? The elven camps are further away, but nearer to your realm. Has strife entered the elven lands?"

"Nay, it had not. I am here to fight in battle with you," after hesistating a while, she answered. "They must not know of my presence here in the battlefield, or that my parents prohibited me from following the path that many elves chose and little returned. I wish to be a shieldmaiden, and that is what I'm meant to be!. I know it within my heart. I will not be sent back home!"

Melody wasn't easily swayed, and she noticed, other than the fact that the lovely elfmaiden was hiding something, that Sauron has already, definitely, without any question indeed fallen for the elf. She sighed deeply to herself " When you ever see a man with a 'funny' look upon his face, that means that he has found something that he liked about the maiden, and one could expect courtship," she recalled her Grandmother quoting. She grinned in mirth at the sight.

Unfortunately for Sauron, Lady Gatsby had also noticed what Melody had, and she wasn't very pleased by the fact. She had many questions in her mind concerning of the elfmaiden, and she had expected, as always to be able to seek counsel with him. Obviously now, until his mind is cleared of the maiden he had beheld, he is in no condition to be of help, or of anything. She looked at Melody who is grinning from ear to ear, and giving her a knowing look. She sighed heavily.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle looked around again, but this time, everything seemed slow, and out of place. The voices were loud. Farielle head swirled. She shook herself suddenly.
"It truly is a pleasure to meet all of you. I am so very sorry, but I am afraid that I can tell you no other name than Farielle. My parents swore me to secrecy about my place of birth and lineage. But come, let us not talk of this, nor of dark things, even in such a dark time. Now, what can I do to help?" Her large eyes looked once again at Melody. "The one who has healed you has skill, I see. That is good. Elven healing has faded among many. I was one of the very few Lord Elrond taught, long ago." She smiled, her face once again shining like a jewel. But she said no more.

[Elven Daughter]

Suddenly Farielle turned back to Gatsby. "Lady Gatsby, you're not.. I mean..." she was at a loss for words. "You are the daughter of Eowyn and Faramir!" She smiled wider. "I can't believe it. I don't expect your father and mother ever told you about.... well, of course not, what nonsense am I talking, they did not know!" But a shadow of dispair had settled on her face, betraying her. I can't believe it! How can I be so stupid! I almost gave myself away! She sighed. "Well, as I was saying before, I am your father's namesake. He and my mother were on good terms....once..." She stopped. Silently, she surveyed the three before her. Sauron, an odd namesake, but he is a good leader, and has many skills. she noted. Melody, a young girl with also with skill, I see. She nodded approvingly. And Gatsby. I don't think she knows how closely we are connected. We shall see in time...

[Elven Daughter]

Over the field the sound of hoofbeats is heard coming towards the camp. They came from the direction of the elven encampment. In the distance, five riders in pure white could be seen coming towards them. Though they were far away, one could see that they too were handsome. Their mounts vairied in color, but ran as one. The lead elf put up his hand as they drew near, and they rode into camp, heads held high, but not scornfully. They were born leaders, and they had been used to acting the role.

While they were still a distance away, Farielle's eyes grew wide. She looked panicked. As if in a daze, she turned and ran into the tent, hiding. "They can't find out I'm here, please don't tell. "she whispered to Sauron. She ducked into the tent not a moment to soon. The riders rode up just minutes later. The lead rider spoke in a musical voice. "I am Celebrian, son of Galadriel and Celeborn. I come looking for a she-elf. Her name is Farielle. Has she been here?" He looked down and waited for an answer.

[Gatsby]

Gah!! Elven daughter you responded right when i finished typing, so pretend that your last post happend after what happens in mine... i put some stuff in there so it makes sence :)

Gatsby fingered the ornate silver band on her finger as she always did when her mind raced with thoughts. How does she know my parents? Her father had dealings with many elves, Gatsby even referred to Legolas Greenleaf who lived in Ithilien as ‘brother’, but never in her life had she seen nor heard of Farielle. She decided to assume that Farielle had probably just met her father in passing as many did. But the curiosity and wonder that crept over her could not be dismissed from her mind; but interigation would prove to be quite useless for if there was one thing Gatsby knew about elves is if they wish to keep a secret no amount of questioning will drive them to reveal it. Gatsby smiled trying to conceal her unsettled mind.
“Well Farielle, if it is battle you seek, I fear you are missing it was we speak. I ha-“
“So you see they have no need for you on the field” Sauron said rather eagerly, “But the three of us *Melody gasps and looks over at Lady Gatsby looking for confirmation; Gatsby smiles and nods at her. Melody cannot stop smiling* are headed to Minas Tirith to receive details on a secret mission from the king; we would be honoured if you would join us.”
Upon hearing this, the elf’s eyes lit up. “A mission sounds far more exciting than a battle!” Farielle’s thoughts went to her parents, her had only planned on coming to the battle, fighting and then returning home. But this was too rare an opportunity to pass up; if she was going to betray her parents she might as well make it count. “Of course I will join you on your journey to Minas Tirith.”
A broud joyous grin was spread on Melody’s face; she was allowed to go to Minas Tirith, she meets an elf, her day was getting better and better. But Gatsby was not so pleased. She took Sauron’s arm and held it with a grip that could crush steel.
“May I speak to you privately Saruon?” she hissed through gritted teeth
“Of course Lady” Sauron said ignoring her obvious annoyance, and followed her out of the tent.
Melody was very confused, what had made Gatsby so cross? Farielle was asking herself the same question.
Gatsby led Sauron 20 yards away from the tent so they would not be heard and then unleashed her grievances.
“Why did you ask her to come!?”
“We need more people, do we not?”
“Ay, but we have just met her, we know nothing of her skills or experience. She shrouds herself in mystery; we know not of who she is nor where her loyalties lie.”
“I do not think it likely that Farielle would serve an evil lord Gatsby.” Sauron said laughing lightly
“No one suspected Sauron or Worm Tongue” Sauron opened his mouth but another voice was heard.
“I assure you lady, my loyalties lie with those who strive to protect Middle Earth.” They turn to see Farielle standing a few feet away, “I know that is what you fight for, Nacilwen, so at the moment my loyalties lie with you.” Farielle frowned and her eyes flashed with regret, though Gatsby knew not what it is she regretted
Gatsby looked at Farielle for a few moments, her face was earnest, she meant what she said. Gatsby felt a wave of shame wash over her; she was acting rather childish.
“I apologize for my suspicions Farielle.”
“Think not of it.”
“I understand that you were trained in healing by Lord Elrond” Gatsby’s tone changing to that of a captain, clear and deliberate.
“Aye Lady, he taught me many things.”
“What weapon do you carry with you?”
“A sword and bow” Farielle unsheathed a sword of shocking beauty, obviously the work of elven crafts men, Gatsby studied the runes that snaked their way up the blade.
“It’s beautiful…” Melody sighed; she had come out of the tent a few moments earlier to see what they were discussing.
“Thank you,”
“I trust you know how to use it” Sauron said returning the sword to its master
“As well as any elf should.”
“That is all I desired to know. Welcome to our fellowship Farielle.” Gatsby and the elf smiled at each other.
“I suggest you all get some sleep” Gatsby said, although she knew that Melody and Farielle wouldn’t possibly be able to sleep, “we leave for Minas Tirith at dawn.”
Melody and Farielle of course ignored this, Melody went off to practice her swordsplay and Farielle remained saying she had to think for a moment. Sauron left to write a letter explaining there absence.
Gatsby dismissed herself, someone had to prepare the gear and horses. As she walked toward the stables Gatsby froze, she had just realized something; Nacilwen, Farielle had called her Nacilwen. “That is what Farielle regretted saying!” she thought. Gatsby was what everyone called her, Gatsby was a nickname; very few knew her proper elfish name, Nacilwen. “Who is Farielle!!” her mind screamed. When Farielle was near Lady Gatsby felt as though she walked on a half frozen pond, it was only a matter of time before she would fall through the ice and everything would change.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle thought over the day's happenings in her head. I can't believe I actually let Nacilwen slip out! she screamed in her head. Calming down, she also remembered her brother coming with the small group of elves that day, looking for her.
So they are looking for me, to drag me home again, never to be seen by anyone but my family and friends! she sighed. I must go to Minas Tirith. It will throw them off my trail she thought. Her thoughts turned to Gatsby and Sauron. She does not trust me, no matter what she may say. And Sauron reminds me of... She could not bring herself to think of him.

[Lady Melody]

I wrote this to clear some loopholes in our little story, rather a glitch there Gatsby and Elven! Let's see if this suffices...

Sauron knew that to lie to an elf would be unwise, but to lie to a noble elf, son of the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien with a few skilled elven warriors would lead to even more disasterous results. He hesitated for a while, and thought feverishly in his mind, while the elf lord patiently waited for his answer. Then, Melody showed up, for good or for worse, he prayed to the Iluvatar that she would not reveal the truth.

"Ai! More elves!" she said cheerfully, Sauron promised to himself that he would indeed drop Melody off at the next safe realm should she come with them.

"Indeed." The noble elf said without much enthuiasm. He is very much concerned of the she-elf at the moment, but still the child might know where she is. "You speak as if you have seen some of our own kin. Have you seen an elf-maiden by the name of Farielle?"

Remarkably, with that blessed undying, and full of innocence demeanour, she said; "I saw a very beautiful elf, ridden on a white horse headed straight into the battlefield. But where then she head after, I cannot tell." Sauron would have stared at her with disbelief, if it wasn't for his long develouped self control.

"I thank you for your assistance, young one." with a nod to both Sauron and the still beaming Melody, he left along with the elven host. When the elves has ridden far, Sauron now looked upon Melody with astoinishment. She was in turn, giving him an annoyed look, and has a somehow thoughtful air around her.

"How did you?" he started. Farielle had come out of hiding, and she had heard all that has happened, and also looked upon her in astoinishmen.

"None can lie to an elf undetected, how did you accomplish it?" she asked in a rather shocked, but grateful tone.

"I told him the truth, I saw you heading towards the battlefield, and I can't tell him where you're headed next. So actually, I'm not lying." she said straight fowardly. Sauron laughed heartily at the simplicity, and the inguinity of the deceit. Farielle remained thoughtful.

"And how did you know to come to our aid?" she asked again.

"I just know." and she smiled coyly at them. Farielle smiled to her, and it seemed as if the light of the Two Trees were there again, at least for a little while.
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Melody closed her eyes while she rested after practising with her new longsword, given to her by Lady Gatsby. I'm actually going to Minas Trith tomorrow to see King Elessar and the Queen, Lady Arwen Undomiel! She's said to be the most beautiful of all elves too, after Luthien. I bet Bolham'd kill me and Gellahir would really strangle.... Oh, I forgot about them... They must be worried sick of me. She opened her eyes while guilt grew within her heart. She hasn't told her father and her brothers of her safety, and the chance meeting that led her to Lady Gatsby's tent. She knew that if she were to meet with them again, she would most probably be deservingly punished, and they would disagree to her decision to leave home. She sighed heavily.

But she knew very well that she cannot just leave without a word. Her father had been devastated when her mother died, according to Gellahir, who had always been close to her, and he worries himself sick over her safety. Well, first thing's first. I must know where my family is, and then I could get to them and tell them. She closed her eyes again.

It was just a simple thing for her to do. Since she was very young, she had discovered that she could read other people's mind when she wishes, but she never knew whether she could bend them to her will or not, since she had never used it often or cared about it. She had accepted it as normality of her life, and her family, of course, knew about it, including her Grandmother. She was the one who taught her that people's minds are doors, and usually only they have the key to unlock it. It seems that she has been gifted with a special magical key to unlock others, but she must never misuse the gift, or it will betray her. And now, she thought, is a good reason if any to use it.

There were blurry images, and she heard the emotions and thoughts, passing from one person to another, until she found the minds of her brothers, arguing with each other. The sound of their voices echoed, as they always do when she does this. She recognized the place where her brothers were almost immediately, they were both actually at the very camp that she is in. She immediately snapped out of her trance.

"They're here!" she was delighted at first. "Oh, no. I'm one dead shieldmaiden." she sprinted into Lady Gatsby's tent. It was dark inside, and she had to find a lantern and return to find her.

To her dismay, she saw the sleeping figure of Gatsby, atop another makeshift bed made for herself, her curly blonde her left unbound framing her face, dreaming of Valinor, perhaps. She had no other choice, she ran off to Sauron's tent, who is still awake fortunately and told him, discreetly avoiding about the part which tells of how she knew of her brothers' coming, and asked his aid.

Sauron was more than happy to aid her.

[Elven Daughter]

Thanx Melody!!!

Farielle lay in her tent, dreaming peacefully. She looked happier in sleep, more peacful, thr troubles of the concious world passing her by without catching her up and dragging her along. The moon came out, and a soft light illuminated her face. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open. She tried vainly to find what had awoken her. Vanima was quiet, and the night was still. Standing outside her tent, she closed her eyes and felt the soft warm breeze play across her face, whisper through her hair, turning it once more into a honey colored cloud streaming behind her. All at once she alerted to Melody crossing to auron's tent in the moonlight. She was in a state of trouble...

[Lady Melody]

"You wished me to aid you, now?" Sauron said in disbelief. Of all the things he would've cheerfully done to repay her aid earlier today, arguing with her brothers are another matter. Olam and his sons, Bolham and Gellahir are notoriously known for their firceness in battle, and also their sentiments were well known by all. Mess with Olam's daughter, he and his sons would have your head. And that, he believed was why she remained for most part blissfully innocent of the going ons of men, regardless of her love of wandering off and ending up at odd places at odd times. He sighed heavily, as he feels that his friendship with Olam would be tested by this matter.

"You know my father, Sauron. I could never pull this off alone, he knows too much of my ploys, and my brothers follow his example."

"WHAT, YOU HAVE LOST YOUR SISTER?" she cringed, as the loud shout was heard throughout the camp. There is no question to the sound of that voice, the men have apparently stopped fighting for a while to rest, and Olam has returned to camp.
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Farielle heard the loud human voice as she stepped outside the tent where she slept, and to her astoinishment and shock, she saw 3 large men, all very battleworn but unharmed. The oldest one was in a state of pure shock and anguish, while the two younger ones, although their stood tall and strong, dropped their heads in shame.

Without thinking of anything else, she immediately sped off into Sauron's tent, seeing that for the first time that day, she saw the young girl actually pale with fear and dread.

"Farielle?" Melody said with astoinishment.

"I saw you make way to Sauron's and I had wondered if you need my help, considering the look on your face when I saw you then."

"Who is it outside, Farielle?" she asked in a small, girlishly scared voice.

"I saw 3 men, one old one, berating two younger ones." Melody immediately groaned, and her face went much paler than ever.

"My father, and my brothers." At this, Farielle arched her eyebrows, Ai, she is within the same perdicament I was in then. a small sad smile lit her face.

"Come on, little one. We shall help you with your explaination with your father." she gently nudged her along, Sauron's mind was highly occupied with Olam, and so at that time, he did not admire Farielle far too much.
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Lady Gatsby had also heard the shout, and from habit, has immediately risen from her bed, and unsheathing her sword, ran outside her tent. What she saw was three warriors, arguing with each other, which annoyed her..

"I am Lady Gatsby, daughter of Faramir. Who are you? Report please!" her clear voice rang into the dark night.

"I am Olam, and the other two are my sons, Bolham and Gellahir. I apologise in disturbing your sleep, my lady but we currently have urgent matters to tend to." Gatsby sighed and sheathed her sword.

"Cannot it wait 'till tomorrow? You are worn and tired, you will need your strength to complete whatever your task may be."

"Nay, my lady. It concerns of my daughter, Melody. Have you seen her in the battle?" he said rather hopefully, fearing for his daughter. Obviously, his sons have not told him the name of the rider who took his daughter into the battlefield in the first place.

She detected movement to her left, and saw Sauron walking alongside Farielle and Melody. The look on Melody's face was enough to know of her feelings towards her anguished family now, and she sighed heavily.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle walked silently and unobtrusively up beside Gatsby. She dropped a quick curtsy to the three men, smiling an enchanting smile meaningfully. She lightly tugged Gatsby's arm and whispered in her ear. After a moment, Gatsby nodded and looked once again towards the men. She whispered something in Farielle's ear, quickly. Farielle nodded, then turned towards Melody and presed her hand comfortingly, smiling.
"What will become of you, young Melody?" she thought ruefully.

[Gatsby]

'Ai' she thought... everyone’s family has come searching for their missing kin, she half expected Sauron’s withered father to appear and demand to know the where abouts of his son. Gatsby knew Olam was highly protective of his daughters as was his sons; they would ever agree to allow Melody to journey to Minas Tirith with such strange company. The lady was determined to have Melody with her, Gatsby greatly desired to teach Melody the ways of the sword as Sauron had, nothing could dissuade her. She looked into Olam’s face and could clearly see the anguish and worry that gripped him, she could not lie to him.
“Yes,” Gatsby finally sighed, “Yes I have seen Melody, she is currently under my care.”
Olam smiled, tears of joy streamed down his face, “Thank the Valar! My daughter lives! Tell me Lady where is she? How does she fair??”
“She was wounded in battle, she has since been healed. I know not where she is at the moment, but she will return soon I trust.” Olam took Gatsby’s callused and hand kissed it.
“Thank you lady!” He then turned to his sons, “Bolham Gellahir, we will search the camp for her!” They began to set off but Gatsby’s voice stopped them.
“Olam, umm there is a matter that I need to discuss with you.” Gatsby said, her eyes darting nervously. “Come on gatz if your going to convince him of anything you better stop acting like a guilty child!” she said to herself. She listen took a deep breath and straightened her posture.
“Can it wait Lady? I wish to find my daughter, when we have her I promise I will bring her back.”
“Nay, I fear it cannot wait.” Gatsby took a moment to think, she needed to phrase this correctly, “I do not know if you are aware of it but your daughter Melody has a great deal of talent in combat.”
“Ay I know it,” Olam said nodding.
Gatsby continued, “Today I have received message that I am wanted for a mission, I am to assemble a company and report to Minas Tirith; I have asked Melody to join my company.” Olam and his sons began to laugh uncontrollably
“OUR Melody? Lady surely you jest.” Gellahir said in between laughs
“Nay, I do not; to the contrary I am quite serious.”
Olam collected himself; his feared and worried expression had been replaced by one of confusion and anger.
“Lady I am sure you mean well but you must know that there is no way I will consent to this.”
“Why is that?”
“Because… tis not a maidens place to engage in battle! The only business they have any where near a battlefield is to heal.” Gatsby’s eyes flashed with anger, how she wanted to tell him how wrong he was; but she knew if she wanted melody to come, it would not be wise to test her fathers patience, she remained silent. Olam saw her anger and realized what a stupid remark to make to a woman who was obviously a captain of Gondor and a shield maiden. He decided to voice his true concerns. “I lost her mother… I will not risk losing Melody.”
“Olam I assure you, your daughter is full capable of such a mission, and she will be trained and watched after by two of the most skilled captains in Gondor; Myself and Sauron.”
The fathers face brightened up hearing the name of his old friend, but he quickly frown… if Sauron was indeed a leader of this mission than he too had given melody consent to go…He put it out of his mind for the moment.
“Sauron eh?”
“Yes.” It was then that she noticed Farielle beside her; she curtsied, as was the elfish way; she smiled at Gellahir and Bolham, and they beamed back at her. “She has won over yet another crowd,” Gatsby thought. Farielle leaned over and began to whisper in her ear.
“I have a plan Lady…” Farielle explained quickly a way of getting Olam to concede, Gatsby nodded approvingly, it might just work.
“I have a proposition that may ease your worries; I can see that you trust your sons with your whole heart; one of them may join our company and see to Melody’s safety. If ever he feel that Melody’s life may be in danger, they have my consent to abandon the mission.”
Gellahir answered for his father, “I will join you lady! I have long wanted to see the white city and meet the king. Father you know that I would do all I could to protect Melody, please father… I have rarely asked you for anything, please grant me this request. Allow me and Melody to join with the Lady Gatsby and Sauron.”
“Farielle will be joining us as well.” Gatsby added smiling, hoping to sweeten the deal
“Please father” Gellahir now GREATLY desired to go.
Olam stood silent, straining to make his final decision. After a few minutes he took a few steps towards Gatsby.
“Will you protect her as well?”
“With all my power.” Gatsby took a few steps forward so she was only a few feet from the aging man; she wanted him to know that she spoke truthful.
Olam stared into her eyes, not once did he blink, “I am entrusting you with my children’s lives, you say you will protect them; Do you swear it?”
“On my life.” It was then that Melody and Sauron joined the group, Olam (forgetting what he was talking about) Gellahir and Bolham wasted no time embracing her and scolding her for leaving; while thankful tears poured from their battle weary eyes. Olam cupped her fair face in his hand and looked into her dark eyes; they were alive with spirit and fight… it was then that he realized she could never lead the life expected of her, she was indeed destined to be a great shield maiden, like the Lady Gatsby; he could not refuse her her destiny. He turned to Gellahir
“You better watch her son, tis a long road to Minas Tirith, and probably a longer road will follow it.”
“Oh father”, Melody shouted wrapping her arms around him; he finally understood. Gatsby quietly dismissed herself and returned to her tent, allowing the family some privacy… she felt it would be long before they would be all together again.
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Elven daughter... i hope you don't think that i don't like you by what i write cuz i do!! i just want to create some conflict... it can't all be peachy keen :) Gatsby will probably come around... once again don't think i hate you!

[Lady Melody]

It was dawn the next morning. Gellahir and Melody has long been up. He could barely sleep the night before, while Melody slept soundly, and did not stir even when a drunk soldier fell and swore loudly nearby their tent. Olam had insisted that Melody slept in his tent along with her brothers, not that she minded much. Lady Gatsby had reluctantly let her go, half-convinced that Olam would run off with his daughter, but he was an honourable man, and kept to his word. She had just enough time to ride home and pick up a few necessities along with Gellahir, not that he was much help.

"Bring this." Gellahir dropped something into her reasonably sized pack. Melody, who was folding her best dress; just in case along with some odds and ends peeked in. It was a small drawstring pouch filled with something. She removed it and opened it.

"Hey, isn't this Grandmother's necklace?" she had often admired it as a child when sitting and talking to her Grandmother, and after her death, Olam had kept it so to not lose it. It was curiously elven made, with delicately entwined silver and gold metal, and a small locket shaped as a star. That was the only jewelry that was hers by right, the rest being family heirlooms and most probably for her dowry or for Bolham to hand down to his own children.

"Father told me to find it and give it to you now. Said that it will match your dress at least," he busily took his own choice things, and also some extra provisions, although he knew Lady Gatsby would certainly care to it. "Now, do go on and get ready quickly, Lady Gatsby'd already be ready by now, and we must say our farewells to Father, and Bolham," he said, closing his pack, and headed out to the front of their home.She silently wore the necklace under her shirt and covered it with her overshirt, and she soon followed her brother.
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Lady Gatsby was wondering whether her illogical accusations of Olam were indeed true when two riders, both far too humanlike to be of the enemy, and definitely throwing words ungently towards each other trotted in.

"You certainly did, you scoundrel!" a small, girlish voice accused with utter vehemence at her brother.

"I certainly did not, it was none of your concern, either!" a gruff male voice countered, "and you spoke of it far too freely!"

"I am your sister, and I have every right.... Morning Gatsby!" argument forgotten, she waved from on top of her horse.

"Sorry we were a bit late, we had to say goodbye to our father and Bolham..."

"It shouldn't have taken long either if he hadn't actually dumped that bucket of water on Henmadin's face when he slept! He nearly got himself killed too!" she pointed with condemn in her eyes at him.

"Well, Gatsby, at least they are both here," Sauron put his hand assuringly at her shoulder, barely concealing his laughter.

"If they do not bring the whole orc-army down on us," she muttered. Both of them, formalities done had resumed their argument, regarding a certain incident which provoked a skilled warrior, and led to a fight that delayed them.

Farielle led her horse near the two riders, smiling in greeting. Again Melody and Gellahir delayed their argument to exchange greetings and then continue. She softly shook her head in amusement, reminded suddenly of her own family. I wonder how do they fare now...

"...and you call yourself a man," Melody said in disgust to her brother.

"Hear now, enough of it, you two," Gatsby said sternly to both Melody and Gellahir. She paid full attention to her, while Gellahir still glared at Melody.

Sauron and Gatsby were to lead the unlikely group, all pledged to complete the mission, whatever that the King bids them to do, and they briefly explained of the route ahead.

(Okay Sauron/Gatz, it's your time to write!)

[Gatsby]

Gatsby looked at her company and smiled; they were a fairly odd group, 2 captains, an elf, 2 humans… and a partridge in a pear tree. While she watched Melody and Gellahir bicker she was reminded of her own brothers Hetheldon, Denethor, Eoglid; all of whom were captains, fighting battles elsewhere… she had not seen them in months. Her thoughts drifted from them and settled upon her actions that morning, before any had stirred from their beds…
*** Earlier at dawn
She could see to infinity from where she stood on the crest of the hill; the sun was just beginning to peek out over the misty mountains, the new beams spreading like fingers over the aching land. Gatsby through her torch into the fire, and waited for the flames to grow. When she was satisfied Gatsby dropped a piece of bark from Elhedwe, the warrior tree, with turned the flames from orange to a perfect white. She unsheathed her glittering sword and laid it next to the fire. She turned to the west; she was ready to begin the Rites of the Journey.
“Lady Nacilwen, daughter of Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn of Ithilien, humbly calls for the attention of Illuvatar and the Valar.” Gatsby waited for a moment for a sign from the gods; it wasn’t long before she felt a strong wind whip past her, almost catching her off balance. The Valar were listening.
“we are setting out on a mission with a company of five to Minas Tirith to receive orders from the great King Elessar, I know not to where I journey from there. But our intentions are pure; we will not betray others or ourselves. I beg the Valar to watch over us as we proceed on our journey.” Again Gatsby felt to force of the western wind.
She smiled as she took out her short knife, a quill and a piece of wrinkled paper, she prepared the final part of the ritual. Holding the knife’s pearl handle tightly, quickle she made a tiny cut in her middle finger, allowing the blood that slowly trickled from it to fall into ink well. Gatsby took the quill and dipped it into the scarlet liquid and began to write in perfect tengwar…
"Sauron the wanderer, Farielle daughter of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, Melody and Gellahir children of Olam, Nacilwen daughter of Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn. Valar tirir le ar nai lá tara tielya ter lendelya. Nai lendelya harya úvëa laitalë ar rimbë linder."
Gatsby cast the paper into fire, watching its ashes be carried off by the wind. She sheathed her sword and repeated the elfish words out loud
“Valar tirir le ar nai lá tara tielya ter lendelya! Nai lendelya harya úvëa laitalë ar rimbë linder!” The western wind blew again and Gatsby walked down the hill praying the Valar would keep their promise.
******************back to reality
Gatsby and Sauron nodded at each other; they had done this hundred of times
“There are several things you must agree to before we set out. Number one…” Gatsby said
“What ever the mission is, we will complete it to the best of our ability,” Sauron continued, “Number two…”
“We will look out for one another; if I see or hear anyone deliberately endangering the mission or another member of the company, he or she will pay.” Gatsby took a breath. “Number three…”
“We leave NO ONE behind.” Sauron said earnestly, “Number four…”
“Don’t do anything foolish, like get yourself killed. Do you all agree to these terms?”
The company nodded resolutely
“Good,” Sauron continued, “Does everyone have what they need? It is a week’s ride to Minas Tirith and I fear there is no place in between where we can restock.” Sauron said looking into the excited faces of the travelers.
The company nodded, Melody watched as Gatsby strapped her small pack to Alogoss, She began to fear she had packed too much.
"If we meet any other travelers on our way, Sauron and I will speak for the group.” Gatsby said quickly mounting Alogoss, “if they ask you any questions, you will keep your answers short…”
“Don’t mention Minas Tirith or anything concerning our mission…” Sauron continued also pulling himself onto a steed.
“Remember if any ask we’re on our way Ithilien.” Melody and Gellahir exchanged glances; Melody thought it funny that Gatsby and Sauron finished each other’s thoughts so naturally.
“Alright”, Sauron sighed
“So it begins” Gatsby said smiling, excitement was beginning to take hold
“To Minas Tirith!!” Sauron cried, he whirled around and urged his horse eastward
“To Minas Tirith!!” Farielle also cried, this is what she had waited hundreds of years to do, a glow radiated from her. She truly is a great beauty Gatsby thought. Farielle following Sauron into the trees
Gellahir and Melody smiled again at each other, they were really going, the first of many journeys they hoped.
“To Minas Tirith…” Melody whispered
“For Olam!” Gellahir cried before turning to his sister and punched her in the shoulder, he rode off before she could return the blow.
“Coward!! I’ll get you”, Melody galloped after him
Gatsby urged Alogoss after them; excitement and anticipation poured from her very being… for her, the White City held more than a mission. She glanced at her ring and sped up Alogoss’s pace.
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[Elven Daughter]

**I know you don't hate me Gatsby! Thanx for reassuring me though. It just works well for "dramatic tension"**

Farielle mounted her horse and rode silently, until she saw the elven encampment. She knew that Gatsby understood her lineage, thanks to her brother. She rode up beside Gatsby. "I will join you in a moment, ride on and I will catch up..." She whispered. She could see Gatsby did not like the idea. "I must speak to my brother." she whispered as a pardon and turned quickly and rode into the encampment. Once there, she saw many familiar faces, all shocked to see her there. She politely ignored them, and walked towards her brother, who stood watching silently. She gave Vanima's reins to another elf, and stood a few paces from her brother, her eyes cast downward. Celeborn said nothing. At last she said, "Would you have played puppet, let alone me?" Celeborn smiled and embraced her. She whispered "Tell mother that I must follow my own path, as she knew long ago I would. I am going to Minas Tirith and Ithilien. Celeborn nodded and spoke low. "Tenna' ento lye omenta, Namaarie." Farielle nodded. "Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' " She turned to leave, but Celeborn grabbed her arm. He whispered something so low that she almost didn't hear it. "Don't let them find out about Nenya...Now GO!" They smiled to each other, and she swung back up on her horse and rode off quickly to join the group. She didn't make eye contact with them. They know enough about you already......

[Lady Melody]

Gatsby, you never seem to fail to surprise me with the cool Middle-Earth rites and stuff that I'd never thought of! ^_^

Melody, failing to catch up to her brother, vowed to pay him back later, and slowed down to ride aside Lady Gatsby.

"Are you giving up, little sister?" her ears burned with the teasing remark."22 years old and you'd think that he'd at least act his age.Now I knew why I ran off in the first place.
Should've left him behind" she mused regrettably to herself.

"I'll get you back, Gellahir, I swear!" she yelled back. He laughed but at the same time discreetly glancing back at his sister, noticing that she was slowing down to ride with Lady Gatsby. Satisfied that she is safe, he joined Sauron.

"It is a week's ride to Minas Trith, you say. Are the roads safe?" he questioned in respect. Sauron, regardless of his namesake, is a captain, after all.

"To an untrained peasant, it is perilous indeed. But do not worry, knowing our company's skills, we are safer than many." he said reassuringly. "One notices that you provoke your little sister far too much," he changed the topic, smiling.

"Melody would rise to any sort of challenge at all, and it does do me pleasure to see her face angry," he grinned in mischief. They had a hearty chat about many things, and Gellahir had finally come to truely trust Sauron.
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Lady Gatsby saw Melody's sulking face as she rode aside her, so she smiled, and spoke gently to her.

"What may seem to be the matter?"

"Other that that....that....that...ughhh, nothing," she narrowed her eyes. Then she noticed that a member of their company is missing. "Hey, where's Farielle?" she asked her. Gastby realized that aside from being unusually skilled, she was also very observant.

"She went to say her farewells to her brother,"she replied softly, with a slightly worries tone.

"I thought she was running away from her kin," Melody frowned, and related the earlier incident to her. Gatsby sank into thoughtfulness.


Helppps.... running out of ideas here!! Hehe... Sauron, where the devil are you??!

[Elven Daughter]

Sauron, where did you go!!!!!!

A soft breeze blew over the plain where the group rode. A scent of something unexplainable drifted along lazily. The scent was of flowers and joy and spring, but they did not try to name it, but breathe it, for it calmed and excited the soul at once, stirring up courage and hope. Farielle remembered it from the healing houses of Elrond. "It's main purpose is to.. wait, why do I care! Stop being so caught up in the details Farielle!" she chided herself. Instead, she closed her eyes, letting Vanima fly with the wind.

As she listened to the musical note in the breeze, she caught something else.

Melloneamin, Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha. Aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle. Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle. Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta. Uuma dela...

The call faded out over the wind. Farielle opened her eyes and found that she was crying. Quickly, she wiped her tears away, hoping no one had seen her.
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Sauron rode silently the entire time, taking no interest in the happenings around him. He didn't see Farielle leave, and return, nor did he take notice of any other action. Something lay heavy on his heart, and he felt alone. He turned after a while, and saw Farielle riding beside him. Her eyes were closed, and tears streaked her face. He knew at that instant that he was not alone, and that the group need him to be alert and in good spirit. For the first time he noticed the scent on the wind, and breathed deep.

Trying to bring Sauron in, cuz he appears to be M.I.A. lol

[Lady Melody]

Oh, my... it's in elvish... I know both of you can speak and write it, but what about me!! mecry mecry mecry

[Gatsby]

indeed sauron has not posted for a while... did one of you pm him? p.s i'll write tomarrow, i'm wicked tired right now but i'll have something tomorrow
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[Gatsby]

indeed sauron has not posted for a while... did one of you pm him? p.s i'll write tomarrow, i'm wicked tired right now but i'll have something tomorrow...
Originally posted by Chibi Melody
Gatsby, you never seem to fail to surprise me with the cool Middle-Earth rites and stuff that I'd never thought of! ^_^
Thanx melody!!
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[Gatsby]

wow why did i post that twice?
p.s is it alright if i jump ahead to 4 day later to pick the story up a bit? or did one of you have something that they wanted to happen?
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[Gatsby]

Made the decision for you guys :)


No matter what, Gatsby and Sauron always over estimated the travel time; it made them push themselves longer and harder each day, riding from early morning to late in the night trying to make good time. It had worked again and 4 days later they were a day’s ride from Minas Tirith. Gatsby was surprised, aside from Melody and Gellahir’s endless quarreling, and Farielle’s bizarre habits; the journey had been most uneventful. They met no one, not a merchant, not a hunter, not even reinforcements for the battle they had just left. But Lady Gatsby paid it no mind; it just made her life easier.
They had been making such good time that Sauron recommended that they stop in Ithilien for the night; although Gatsby greatly desired to see her parents, she would not allow it. She said it was because they needed to keep going, but in reality the reason was because of Farielle. The elf carried a secret concerning her and her family, and what ever it was Gatsby was not ready to hear it. She would avoid anything and everything that may hinder its revelation, if it meant passing through her own land unannounced, so be it.
They had stopped to camp for the night when the moon had been up for several hours, all were weary; but excitement gripped the company so fiercely that sleep could never be roused from them. Melody Gellahir and Farielle had taken to discussing what the White City would look like; arguing for an hour about how tall the The Tower of Ecthelian was. Sauron claimed that he was neither excited nor nervous, he had met the King hundred of times and whatever mission he was given it would be simple to complete. The others believed him as he sat coolly under a tree, nonchalantly sharpening his long knife. But Gatsby was not convinced of his mellow state; his eyebrows were ever so slightly gathered together as though in deep though, and he had been sharpening the same knife for 45 minutes. But Gatsby said not of it, for she was acting rather strangely herself.
The moment the company decided to stop for the night she excused herself to the river that ran along side their camp. When Gatsby found a spot that would shield her from sight, she hung her rob on a tree branch, removed her clothes, wrapped herself in a cloth and slipped into a warm pool. Gatsby took care washing the dirt and dried blood from her body, though some stubborn pieces refused to budge from under her fingernails. When Gatsby was satisfied with herself looked to her clothes that were even dirtier than her nails. After rubbing the wet garments over a rock for a while the dirt and grime released it’s hold on the cloth and was carried away by the river. Discarding the wet cloth Gatsby had wrapped herself in put on her scarlet robe and returned to camp.
Her companions took notice of Gatsby when she returned; she looked clean and fresh but it was as though her weary mood had been washed away with the dirt. She was smiling broadly, and sang a song quietly to herself. Though Gatsby felt thoroughly cleansed and ungnarled her hair was a completely different story. Since she held it captive in a bun most of the time in a bun, when her blond curly tresses met became wet; her hair became a labyrinth of tangles. She went to her bag and retrieved a cobalt blue comb given to her mother and went to battle against the knots that riddled her hair. Her mind raced with thoughts and indecision, Gatsby thought she could never make all of the decisions by herself so she decided to take Farielle and Melody’s council
“Farielle,” she said and she pulled the comb violently through a knot, “do you think I should wear Gray, or powder green tomarrow? I think green… but the gray makes my eyes look brighter… oh I don’t know what do you think?”
Farielle gave Melody a puzzled look, “I prefer the powder green lady. But I must say I’ve never seen you fuss over yourself so much.”
“Yeah, you’ve been to Minas Tirth a million times… and the king cares not how you look. What do you prepare yourself for?” Melody said smiling
“Perhaps it is not what but whom, Melody” Farielle said smiling impishly, Melody followed Farielle’s lead.
“Come on girls leave her be.” Gallahir called as he bit into an apple
“She probably readies herself for the King!” Melody giggled, disregarding her brother
“Lady do you have a secret relationship with Elessar?” Farielle inquired. Gatsby merely rolled her eyes and answered neither of their questions. This seemed to be enough of an answer for Melody
“She does!!” Melody squealed the two collapsing into laughter. Farielle leaned over and whispered into Melody’s ear, who nodded and closed her eyes. Gatsby knew what she was up to and would not have it.
“Do not think for a moment that I am not aware of your powers of perception Melody. If you dare to try and read my mind I will be most displeased.” She said smiling, she found it hard to be cross with anyone on such a night, “And I assure you ladies that if I even thought of going about with the king, Arwen would waste no time putting an arrow into my head… if you are so curious why don’t you ask Sauron… he knows perfectly well what has prompted all this.”
“Ay lady, and I pray to the Valar everyday that I might forget it!”
“It is not such a terrible knowledge is it Sauron?” Gatsby asked
“It is when… well never mind. I will say nothing, tis your secret to reveal Gatsby.”
Melody and Farielle were anything but satisfied with this
“Come on Gatsby tell us!!” Farielle groaned. Gatsby grinned
“Now you have something else to anticipate.” Gatsby dragged the comb through her hair. “Bloody hell these knots will be the death of me!” Farielle sighed and took the comb from her
“Here I’ll show you the proper way to do it.” Farielle slowly passed the teeth through Gatsby’s hair, getting through the tangles with one painless tug. There was no more talk of Gatsby’s secret that night

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[Sauron]

Hey Guys, sorry i've been out, computer trouble!!

[i]Sauron sat, under the tree, watching the camp, working on his favorite knife. Something about Farielle worried him, he never had had such a feeling of power in an elf. As he lost his mind in thought, he cut himself with the knife. "Ah, what is wrong with me?" he asked himself. All his life, his name had followed him, in school, he was teased, even when he wandered, he would change his name. He got up and stuck the knife in the tree. "I'm going for a walk, I'll be back soon" he told the group.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle jumped up at once. "Nay, Sauron, I will not permit you to wander alone. I need your council." She walked along beside Sauron before he could protest. She stayed silent, sensing that he was not in the mood for conversation. Finally, when the others were out of sight she turned to him. "Sauron, something troubles you, and it is not a matter that will simply vanish. However, I will not say a word until you decide to talk about it. I came because I do desire your council." She smiled, making sure she had his full attention. "Sauron, I need news of a warrior that rumor says was serving under you. His name was Thalion, son of Ríniel and Erunámo. Tell me true, is he alive or dead?" She had ceased to smile. It seemed to Sauron that her eyes looked through him, straight to his soul, pleading with him.
"Please..."

[Sauron]

Sauron looked at Farielle, her eyes pleading. "Thalion? Yes, i remeber him. A strong and noble warrior, last I saw of him he was at the battle where we met. Do not be troubled though, I'm sure he survived." "Here, let us sit. Now, why did you ask about Thalion? If your heart wants me to know"

[Lady Melody]

Melody, seeing that Gatsby was already clean, cannot help but to feel concious of herself. "I knew it, she's very lovely." she sighed to herself. She then rummaged into her pack for another change of clothing, which she had brought along and removed them. Satisfied that she had taken all that she needed, she headed off towards the nearby stream where Gatsby had first bathe.

"And where do you think you're going?" Gellahir asked expressivelessly, still biting into his apple.

"Taking a bath, and if you come anywhere near, I swear I'll make you kiss Gatsby," they both knew that Melody's capabilities is nowhere near that, but he shrugged and continued finishing his apple. Not that he wouldn't mind the act, she was lovely.

She happily cleaned herself off, rubbing the dirt off her body, and singing loudly alone, regardless of the fact that she is tone deaf. When she was through with the bath, she rubbed herself dry, and dressed herself in her clean change of clothing. She then folded the dirty clothes carefully, wrapping them within a cloth specially for that purpose. It's a shame to throw them away just because they're dirty, and she could get them clean at Minas Trith.

As she was headed back towards the camp, an arrow, barely missing its target whizzed pass her. She looked at the arrow, and instantly ran off as fast as she could towards the camp, yelling her warning.

"ORCS!!! Beware of them!!!" she screamed wildly, running towards her things, hastily packing them up and reaching for her weapons. Gellahir immediately reached for his bow and sword. Gatsby, her hair forgotten also reached for her weapons. Arrows started to come from the darkness of the night.

"Put out the fire!" Sauron commanded, as he returned with Farielle, hearing Melody's call of warning and Gellahir promptly stomped on the campfire, extinguishing it.

"We cannot fight them at night!" cried Gellahir, knowing somehow that they are under the orcs's mercy.

"I can, at least," elves, gifted with the elvensight to see even in the dark began shooting arrows at the enemy. Gellahir, Sauron and Gatsby shot at the direction where the arrows came. Melody, trusting her instincts, closed her eyes and shot where the dark source of twisted life came from.

"Nay, this is but a small group of them, we can defeat them!" Gatsby yelled in encouragement.

Then the dreaded cries of foul battlecries echoed from around them. Some began to recklessly attack the company, and were killed. All know that this cannot go on for long.

"We cannot fight in the dark, we must continue our ride!" Sauron cried, worrying more of his charge rather than the orcs.

"All of you, on the horses NOW!" Gatsby cried, in agreement with Sauron. All of them scampered to their respective horses. Farielle tried to calm her panicked horse. Olam's horses were accustomed to battle, and they knew that they must not do anything that might endanger their riders, so Gellahir and Melody rode them swiftly. Lead by Sauron, while shooting arrows at the same time, they rode as fast as the horses will, into the dark night.
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Hey, I wonder who the lucky guy is, and how did she found the guy?? Hrmm.... VERY interesting indeed....:thumbs:

[Sauron]

Sauron rode as fast as his horse could run, he knew orcs were part elf, and could see at night. All of a sudden, two came from no where and knocked him off his horse. "Go! Go! Forget Me!" he yelled to his company, he took out his sword as more orcs came. He lifted it up, as he always did and dodged a Orc Blade.
Sauron didn't know how long he could last with 20 something orcs....

[Lady Melody]

"Nay, I will not leave you!" cried Gatsby. He too desired to help but Gellahir's first concern is Melody, as he had sworn to his father. Melody, however, would not leave without Gatsby, and so Farielle, had no choice over the matter. They turned back to aid their leader.

"GO!" he yelled at the others. "I told you to leave me!" as he fended off another orc.

"Rule number 2 and number 3 remember?" gasped Melody, as she jumped beside Sauron, her brother not too far behind.

"And you're about to violate rule number 4 yourself, sir," Gellahir, finally catching up began to help to even the odds to the orcs.

"Not to mention, we still have need of you," added Farielle, her fair face smudged with the foul blood of an orc she had killed.

"...and to think I just had a bath," muttered Melody. None laughed at this remark though, many were occupied with the orcs.

The orcs fought fiercely, and mainly there's not many that they could do but fight back. Gellahir and Melody fought with their backs on each other, effectively defending themselves while doing serious damage to the orcs. Farielle fought bravely, a feeling of terror and dread in her heart. Gatsby fought with 5 orcs, as was with Sauron. The orc leader had somehow chosen Farielle as his opponent, and menacingly joined his lower ranked companions.

“Ah, an elf. What shall we do with her?” he taunted while attacking Farielle, who was finding herself overwhelmed and at the mercy of the orcs. Gatsby, noticing Farielle’s plight tried desperately to finish off the orc that was on to her so that she could help Farielle. The elf was mercilessly slashed and kicked. Some of her bones were already broken, and bruises and gashes which on the Iluvatar knows how many. Still, she stood her ground.

“Brother, nice way to spend a camp, huh?” Melody said in irony of the situation.

“Aye…” he stabbed the orc again. “Grandmother would be terrified if she knew what situation you are now in,” he cried monotonously.

Then Melody beheld a sight that would change her life forever. Farielle has fallen, and was struggling to stand up again while an usually large orc, obviously an orc leader lunged for her. Fortunately, Gatsby managed to block the attack, with the cost of a large gash on her abdomen. In her mind, she saw knew that no matter how fast she ran, she could not reach to them in time to save them. A feeling of utter vehemence, hate and anger filled her heart and flowed through her veins. She felt something within her overwhelming her, making her lose control. Something snapped within her.
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Sauron was now weary, as the orcs attack endlessly, outnumbering him every time. He knew his end was most likely near, but he could at least find comfort that he died fighting. Then he noticed a change in the orcs’ behaviour. They have all stopped attacking or blocking, the look on their faces would haunt him until the end of his days. Orcs are generally known to be ugly, and that’s that to it, but none can compare to the look of utter terror frozen on their ugly faces. Choked cries of their last words begging for mercy replaced the battle cries. He saw a surprised gasp, mostly out of relief from Gatsby, and then of shocked terror. He turned to Gatsby and he looked at the direction which she pointed with trembling hands.

It was Melody, or what was supposed to be her. Her eyes were opened wide, and glowed with an eerie golden light, as so something that she wore around her neck. Her hair was somehow loose from its braid, and she was clutching her sword with an iron grip, almost as if she wanted to crush it under her fingers to dust. Silence overwhelmed the clearing.

“Die…!” she whispered. Her voice echoed throughout the clearing. The orcs gave their last tortured choking sound, and fell lifelessly to the ground.

“Melody!” Gatsby softly cried out. The lights from her died out, and Melody was once more, but utterly confused. She fell to the ground unconscious, but Gellahir caught her first. Her complexion was very pale, to the point of almost deathlike, but her face was of peace, knowing perhaps, that her companions are now safe.

“We must ride swiftly more now to Ithilien or Minas Trith!” cried Sauron. “We now have two in need of healing, not to mention ourselves.”

“Where shall we go, Gatsby? Which will be able to cure her?” Gellahir turned to Gatsby, and then Sauron.

All right, I know... I overdid it... but when you gotta write, you just gotta write... :p

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle twisted on the ground, pushing herself up. "NO! I will not tolerate being treated like I am dying!" Her face was slashed, pouring blood, and she felt like she was breathing fire. But non of it mattered. She went to Sauron and saw how badly he was wounded, blood flowing out at a great rate. Farielle picked up his head and folded her cloak beneath as a pillow. As soon as she did she was covered in his blood, mixing with her own. "Gatsby, take all save Melody, and ride on quickly. We shall need assistance even with my healing. Please." she pleaded. Without another word she closed her eyes, and a voice flowed from her lips that was not hers.

" Tanka harwar. Ama poldora. Vara tel' Seldarine. Poika tuulo' 'kshapsae. Entula tuulo' i'ba..."

A faint light was seen around Sauron. Farielle smiled faintly as he breathed easier and the blood slowly but surely stopped pouring from his wounds. "I can't let you die Sauron." she laughed mournfully. "Who else can I turn to for council?"
She laughed lightly.

As she got up, she suddenly cried out and collapsed. Her face went taut with pain, but she repeated the charm for herself, hoping it was not too late.

" Tanka harwar. Ama poldora. Vara tel' Seldarine. Poi... poika tuulo' 'kshapsae. En.. entula tuulo' i'ba..."

Her voice grew weak, but she did not feel so much pain. She knew that she would not die, not yet.

[Gatsby]

Whoa!! you guys wrote a wicked lot today! i had to go to school and do 2 preformances of a play and we kicked butt!

The night’s dark cloak shrouded Gatsby’s eyesight, although things near to her were clear, distant object and creatures were little more than dark blurs to her eyes. The thoughts that raced through her mind were no less distorted. The orcs had retreated but they left the company in a state of utter chaos. Farielle and Melody laid unconscious, Gellahir sat by his sister stroking her dark tresses, Sauron was pulling him from the ground; Lady Gatsby had not gone unscathed herself. An orc blade had made its way into her hip and a piercing pain was radiating from the wound. It was a flesh wound she told herself you’ll live. Gatsby put her pain aside and saw to her fallen companions
Gatsby ran to where Farielle lay motionless and gave her wounds a quick assessment. She was riddled with cuts and bruises, perhaps a cracked rib too; but nothing life threatening. Her wounds were within Gatsby’s skill range, but when she went to Melody she found that her condition was another story. The young girl was possessed by a fitfull fever; she slipped in and out of consciousness from moment to moment. Her pulse was racing and her chest heaved with each shallow breath. Gatsby’s eyes went to the necklace that dangled from melody’s neck, a golden light still radiated from it. Gatsby curiosity was roused and she reached out to touch it; but to her surprise the metal was not cool at all, in fact it burned her so that she snatched her hand back in pain. Blade or Necklace, Gatsby could not decide what had sent Melody into such a state.
“Is she going to die?” Gellahir asked his face almost emotionless from shock.
“I know not.” Gatsby admitted, it all depended on which city they would race to. Ithilien was closer, but they did not have healers who were equipped to tend to such wounds. There were only 2 people Gatsby knew of who could save Melody; one lay unconscious 5 yards away, the other was the king.
“Sauron are you fit to carry weight?” Gatsby called over her shoulder, Sauron she saw was already lifting Farielle’s limp body onto the front of his horse.
“Yes, I know not what medicine Farielle used but it worked.”
“Good, we must get to Minas Tirith by dawn. You take Farielle, I will take Melody.” Gatsby went to pick up Melody but Gellahir beat her to it.
“Melody is my sister; she is MY responsibility. She will ride with me.” He said sternly though he was on the verge of tears. Gatsby knew better than to contest his will at a time like this. He took Melody in his arms and wasted no time mounting a horse. At the same time Gatsby took her place on Alogoss and bid the others to follow.
The hours of that night passed like a thousand eternities for Sauron Gellahir and Gatsby as they tore through the hateful dark like lightning. The minds of the three conscious riders were filled with little more than prayers for Melody and Farielle. As Alogoss’s feet met the ground, Gatsby thought only of them, she no longer cared for the condition of her hair nor the color of her clothes; she felt as though she had stopped breathing. But when the dawn crept over the land, she drew breath; over the trees she could see the White Tower of Ecthelion glimmering in the sunlight, they had arrived in Minas Tirith.
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[Lady Melody]

Hey Gatz, you act? Cool! Only time I went near any real play production was as the cursed scriptwriter, and yeah, once a lead actress, but my 'mother' won the lead actress award. And anyways, it was during class. :p :p
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The guards was playing cards in their barracks when a cry was heard, along with the sound of the horses hooves ridden in haste.

"Open the gates! We are summoned by the King, and we have been attacked by orcs!"

"Aye, we all ayre the fryends of dah King, we ayre. Who goes thyere?" A guard replied from above the gatetower.

"Lady Gatsby of Ithilien, King Elessar and my father would have your head if you do not make haste! Two of our group is grievely wounded, and unconscious!"

"Owh, whye yer didn't saye so in der fyierst place Open the gates!" one of the guards told them to alert their commander and open the gates.

Gellahir was carrying Melody's limp body gently, trying to protect her all he can from whatever that might worsen her condition. She was moaning by then. Sauron in turn also held on to the beautiful elf who is still barely breathing. Gatsby ran towards the commander in charge.

"You must call on King Elessar now! It is her only hope!" she gestured towards Melody. "She is far beyond any of my skills to heal her, and the only other who can is unable to do so. Please!" she pleaded to him.He nodded and ordered his men to help lead the companions into the main castle to the healing wing.

"I shall call on the King now, though he is still resting. It is well that you are known to have the King's favor in mind." and the commander went of, as fast as he could without forsaking his dignity to the King's Quarters.

The guards at the main door where the King and the Queen dwelt along with the newborn princess halted the commander.

"What is your business here, friend? Dawn barely just arrived." said the guard.

"Lady Gatsby just arrived, and her companions are grievely hurt. She needs the help of the King."

"What is the cause of the haste and noise, as I would like to know," Lady Arwen Undomiel, Queen of Gondor walked out from the Royal Wing and addressed the guards with dissaproval. "My child has just slept, and I would allow no disturbance."

"Your majesty,"the commander bowed in respect. "Lady Gatsby and her companions have arrived at the King's bidding, but they have been attacked by orcs, and one is in need of the King's healing." he said in respect.

"Worry not, I will tell him of this matter. Where is she and her companions brought?"

"At the Healing Wing, your majesty," he said, still kneeling to his Queen. Her face expressed a thoughtful and concerned nature.

"You have done well, I will summon my lord. Go now." the commander bowed in respect, and left. Lady Arwen walked gracefully back inside the Royal Wing, and headed to Estel, as she loved him.

"Mellamin, there is a matter of concern I wish to speak of," she said to Aragorn, Kind Elessar. "Lady Gatsby has arrived with the companions you summoned, but her comrades has been attacked, and one is in need of your healing skills," her soothing voice said in concern. "They are now in the Healing Wing.

"Is she grievely harmed as well?" he stood immediately and started to go to the healing wing.

"Nay, only one is grieveously hurt. It must be of much needed concern, as the commander has put it forth to me. Come now, Estel, as I wish to speak to Lady Gatsby also."
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"Melody, please do not die. I am here, I am your brother." Gellahir desperately held on to his sister's hand, while her fever burned even hotter as he spoke. She was laid on a bed, while the healers tried to cool her down with cold water and wet cloths onto her forehead. Melody suddenly gasped loudly, her breathing grew harder. She was clutching his hand tightly, as forceful as the grip of death.

"Melody!"

It was strange, she felt really at peace. She smelt the fresh fragrance of flowers and fresh leaves, the presence of such peacefulness she never knew existed in her short life. The she heard the maternal voice, calling to her.

"You are gifted my daughter, as was I and it will grow stronger still. You must learn to control it, never let it grow too strong, or it will consume you. It is the price we pay for this wondrous gift. Be strong and true, use your strengths to overcome the darker days that lie ahead. You are too young, but it must be. My beloved daughter..."

"Arghhh..." Melody cried loudly, her will fighting something.

"Where is the one in need of help?" King Elessar saw Melody, and Gellahir's pleading face. "Bring me the herbs that I need,"he told one of the healers there.
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"Gatsby!"

"Arwen!" she bowed as was required and they both embraced each other. Gatsby was obviously upset.

"Who is this child?" she questioned softly. "How did she come to this? I have never seen any poison that could do this."

"She is Melody, daughter of Olam. I'm not sure. We were attacked by orcs, and Farielle nearly met her end, and Melody just stood there, her eyes glowing, and her necklace..." she said incoherently. Arwen urged Gatsby with haste.

"How did her eyes glow? What necklace?" she asked again.

"Elven made, in the shape of the star. Her eyes, they glowed golden and so did the necklace." Gatsby could barely speak, she was very worried about Melody, and confused of her. She knew that Melody could read minds, but to control them at her will was far too advanced for her.

"Sit down, mellon. You are harmed and also in need of rest. Also,I need to tell you something of Melody that I believe is her birthright." Gatsby obediently sat aside Arwen in the chaotic chamber. Farielle was already taken care of, and since she has already healed herself, she only needed rest.

"Long ago, when I was accounted young by elven measures in the Second Age, there was a woman by the name of Thrilmalia. She was like Melody, only stronger and able to do many things even the maias was wary of. My grandmother, Lady Galadriel gave her this necklace with the locket as a gift and acknowledgement of her worship of Elbereth, and the friendship of the elves of Lorien. Then the Easterlings attacked her homeland, and although there are much she can do, she knew she could not fight them off as her abilities have limitations. If it was used far more than the body can endure, it will either consume her or make her stronger. It was one risk that she could not take. One night, her own village was razed, and she was lost, running to safety. We have no knowledge of her then, and it was finally thought that she has died, and her line was lost. Until now, that is. This is news indeed, and she was chosed to be of service to the King?"

"Yes, she was unusually skilled for one her age. So.. she is truely gifted then." her weariness and the pain that she went through suddenly returned with its full vehemence. She winced with the pain.

"Come with me, you must rest now," Lady Arwen gently helped Gatsby and set her into a bed in the Healing Chambers. She then turned to see the young child her husband is healing/

[Gatsby]

Gatsby counted 20 stitches on her side, a new record for her. The pain has since subsided and before the healer who had tended to her had even started to clean up Gatsby rose from her bed and headed for the door. She had every intent on going to her comrades and seeing to the horses but much to her frustration Arwen stood in her way.

“Gatsby you must rest, it is not wise for you to be walking about just yet”

“Nay lady, there are too many things that bid me to stay awake. If you would allow me I would like to wait outside for news of Melody and Farielle’s condition.”

Arwen could plainly see that Gatsby desperately needed sleep. Her usual noble posture had rescinded as though she were being weighed down by a great weariness, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. But Arwen knew Gatsby’s great stubbornness well; if she wished to stay awake nothing would drive her to do otherwise.

Arwen sighed and put a caring hand on her shoulder “If you need anything, there is a servant down the hall.”

“Thank you your majesty.” Gatsby bowed as low as her wound would permit her to do and smiled at Arwen, she had always been like a second mother to her.

Arwen could do no more; she nodded and returned to her children.

Gatsby strapped on her sword, loosening the straps so it sat low on her hips so not to disturb the fresh stitches, and began to make her way down the hall in search of her company. Her foots steps echoed loudly in the stone light flooded corridor, the smell of herbs and flowers filled the air. Gatsby could found it hard to believe that in such a lovely place, someone could be fighting for their life. But Gatsby was at ease, Elessar’s healing powers were unrivaled, Gatsby wanted to find Melody and Farielle none the less.

But something stopped her, for as she walked she caught something out of the corner of hr eye that made her stop dad in her tracks. Just beyond two monstrous Oak doors was large a balcony of pure white marble that over looked the city; Gatsby could not resist stopping to admire the view. Gatsby walked to the center of the balcony soaking in every detail of the city she hadn’t seen in over a year. Her heart ached with joy as she peered over the seven city rings and into the streets where she had played when she visited with her parents. Hundreds of childhood memories poured over her, she could not tell where one memory ended and another began, she spread her fingers and felt the warm wind rush through them.

“Well that was one of the longer nights of my career.” A voice behind her said, bringing back to a harsh reality. She turned to see Sauron walking to join her next to the marble rail. “Farielle is well, she will recover in a few days.”

“My heart is glad to hear it… I had never seen true elfish healing before last night.”

“Ay, tis a beautiful thing. I had only seen it once before myself.”

“But then again I have been seeing many things these past few days that I have not encountered before,” Gatsby said acting as she had not heard what Sauron said, “Revelation and mystery has a strong hold on our companions.”

“I fear it holds you as well lady. Remember Farielle know things about you that have yet to be said.” He said resting his elbows on the railing

“And I feel as though she teases me with it, she drops hints and does not explain them. I feel as though I am perpetually waiting for something to give. I feel shaken Sauron and I do not like it.” She said staring off into the distance, she didn’t know how to explain how she felt but she hoped Sauron would understand.

“I don’t suspect you should.”

Gatsby ran her hands through her hair and held them there. “The mission has not even started yet and already I have lost control!” she groaned.

“The mission has not even begun yet and already you doubt yourself!” Sauron snapped, he would not have his best student behaving so. “Do you remember the first time mission you accompanied me on Gatsby?”

“How could I forget journeying into a dwarf mine and getting lost!” she laughed, “I remember Limgalahd was possessed by a demon, and Brinthelë accidentally ran straight into a wall! It was truly one thing after another; but you never panicked though. You could not be shaken.”

“But indeed I was Gatsby. I was a wreck; everything was beyond control. But I accepted that some things would not be helped and I focused on the things that could. That is what you must do Gatsby. Focus on what you CAN control.” With that he turned and headed back inside.

“But Sauron, how will I tell the difference?” Gatsby called. Her teacher stood in the doorway and looked at her standing in the sunlight, her hair blowing in the wind; she carried herself with a powerful grace that not many possessed

“Lady Gatsby.” He sighed, “I have seen you do extraordinary things, and you will continue to do extraordinary things. You have the judgment to decide that for yourself.” He turned and disappeared through the doors.

Gatsby’s gaze returned to the streets of the White City and she began to muse about what Sauron said… focus on what you can control. It amazed her that something so seemingly simple could be so complicated.
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She did not know how long she stood thinking on the balcony, but before she knew it; the sun had completed it’s course over the earth and was settling below the hill. And golden orange light washed onto the walls of the palace, the wind became cool and fleeting; the first brave stars began to shine through the purple sky. Something flicked far off in the distance; Gatsby knew what it was in an instant. It was the tower of Ithilien; just below it was her own home, the house of Faramir. But before Gatsby’s heart could begin to long for that tower, she heard a voice that made her body freeze.

“I heard rumor echoing in the halls that a company of travelers had tore through the city and into my fathers house this morning.” Gatsby felt the voice right behind her; a strong hand came to rest on her hip but her eyes still focused on the distant mountains. The voice began to whisper softly into her ear, “And one of those riders was a shield maiden from the near by land of Ithilien. I could not help but wonder if it was the Lady Gatsby that they spoke of. Could it be that my Lady and I, after so long, were under the same roof? I have searched all day for her fair face and I was wondering if my quest is over?”

Tears fell silently from her eyes as she turned and looked into the eyes of her love. He had not changed at all in the past year; his black wavy hair still came down to his jaw, a tiny scar still remained just above his right eyebrow, the ring Gatsby gave him still remained on the chain about his neck. Neither said a word as she studied him. She ran her hands over his muscular arms then his strong chest. She took his face into her hands and stroked his bristly jaw, but to her it felt more glorious than the most finely woven silk.

“How I’ve missed you, Eldarion” She managed to say, before her trembling lips met his.
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if you guys don't know who eldarion is, look in the appendices in the back of the ROTK in the story of Arwen and Aragorn... look for that name and you'll find out who he is

[Sauron]

Never Mind, Gatsby posted before me :blush:

Sauron watched Farielle, her face fair and beautiful. He took her hand "Rest now, for you are weary" He said quietly. He started to put her hand down but he noticed something......A Ring.

[Gatsby]

sorry sauron!! that's happened to me before ... i know my last post was kinda self indulgent... but i wicked felt like writing it!!
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Yeah, I know who he is.... that's how I knew that Arwen does have daughters... ^_-

[Elven Daughter]

A quiet girl came in the room, a servant judging by her dress. She was a modest girl, eyes downcast. She waited until Gatsby had seen her. When she did look up her eyes were warm. "My Lady, the Lady Arwen and the Lady Farielle request for you to come to the Healing Houses at once. Come." She turned away and walked slowly. Gatsby turned and smiled at Eldarion. "Would you accompany me, or is there other business you must attend to?" Eldarion replied, "No, I wish to come with you, for the whole city is curious about this elf, and even more so about the young shield maiden. They went off together, hand in hand.
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When Gatsby entered the House of Healing, she could not find Farielle at first. Then from behind her she heard a voice.
"If you were to look for one lying sick, you would not find her."
Gatsby turned to see Farielle, arms entertwined with Arwen's.

Though Farielle's face was pale, her green eyes were bright with mirth. Now that she stood beside Arwen, one could see a resemblence. It was not pronounced, but it was there. Farielle had also put on a new gown. It was the color of the purest snow. Her hair was loose, falling all the way down her back, catching the light. Even though she was pretty, she had a new frailness about her, in some odd way, like a white butterfly.

Arwen laughed. "Gatsby, why did you not tell me that she was the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn? It is lucky I knew when I saw her!" She laughed lightly. "At least my niece knows her family tree." Farielle mused lightheartedly.

Farielle stepped forward, smiling. "So you see I am not totally useless." She laughed. "You must not lose heart about this one mishap. You did what you did in the best way possible. You are a true leader." She glanced toward Eldarion. "And who is this Gatsby?" she teased.

[Lady Melody]

"I am Eldarion, son of the King and Queen of Gondor," he said, rather amused by Gatsby's face, which is now flushing with embarassment. Arwen gave both of them a smiling, knowing look which Eldarion ignored, and Gatsby grew redder by the minute.

"He's uh, my friend," she said hesitantly, unsuccessfully convincing Farielle that the relation between them are merely as friends.

"Do sit, all of you...do tell me of how did you became to this, as I wished to know," Arwen said gracefully voicing her curiosity.

Then of them sat, including the prince, and Gatsby explained the incident which the orcs attacked, including also Melody's sudden transformation that reduced her to almost death, from the look of it. Gatsby was just mentioning that when at noon, the King walked with a hint of amusement in his eyes, into the room. All of them, excluding the queen herself immediately stood up and curtsied. Then Gatsby, her mind remembered of her main purpose going around the Healing Chambers spoke to the King.

"Your Majesty, how is Melody?" she said with much concern with her eyes. She might have just did something foolish, as his eyes told her of something highly amusing about the whole matter.

"She is well enough, I believe." then to the confused women in the room, he actually chuckled. Gatsby didn't notice it though, she had dissapeared to where Melody is laid to rest, with Eldarion just behind her, trying to keep up.

Farielle and Arwen's questioning eyes now demanded explaination from King Elessar.
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"You are to stay here, the King says so!"

"He did not, you liar! Where is he then?" the familiar shrill voice replied back.

"He was here, you were delirious, and he healed you! And for the Iluvatar's sake would you please stay and rest, you barely made out of this ordeal alive!"

"It's noontime, Gellahir! You can't expect me to just stay in bed!" an exparated voice, of lower pitch countered the gruff male voice.

Gatsby's eyes might as well deceived her. She saw Melody sitting up on the bed as if nothing had actually happened with both her arms crossed and Gellahir, disheaveled and messy as he hadn't left Melody's side since she was brought in, trying to reason with his sister. It was quite a comical sight, considering the circumstances.

"Melody?!" she said, still quite worried.

"Hullo, Gatsby! Gellahir won't let me out of this bed, and no offence to you, uh, well," she said apologetically at the distressed healer who had just curtsied to the man who came in after Gatsby, but still hidden in the shadows, "I don't know where we are and anyways," Gellahir gave her a look of pure steel, determined that she should stay in bed "and...oh... all rigjt. I'll stay in bed."

"I..., Melody...you were...and..."Gatsby was at loss for words. The memory of Melody writhing in feverish cries, moaning in pain and her pale, deathlike appearance. She was utterly confused.

"The King did come to your aid. He was beside your bed even," said Gellahir in a highly offended note.

"He did not, I don't believe you," she said between gritted teeth. "Hey, who's the man beside you, Gatsby? He doesn't look familiar, is he the guy you worried about the colour of your dress for?" she said cheerfully again. Gatsby's face flushed with embarassment, while Eldarion, who's silently laughing at the child's innocent comment.

"I do not know it, but I hope that it is true," he said rather gallantly at Gatsby, giving her a knowing look. "I am Eldarion, son of King Elessar and Queen Arwen, if you wished to know. And your name, I gather is Melody?" he said courteously.

"Oh, you're a prince? Sorry, I can't sort of curtsy right now," she said apologetically, the man still highly amused. "Yes, my name is Melody, daughter of Olam. This stubborn lout here is my brother Gellahir." both of them were still glaring at each other, one with hidden concern for his sister, the other with annoyance. Gellahir bowed as was accustomed to the royal prince, while Melody did the best she could do about it while sitting up on her bed.

"Well, we are in Minas Trith, at one of the Healing Chambers in the Healing Wing of the castle." Gatsby explained, while Melody's eyes grew wide with wonder.

"We are?! Honest? All right, what are we waiting for? I did pack two dresses along, and after we both," she gave a severe look at Gellahir "...got ourselves clean maybe we can explore the place, how about that? Can I Gatsby?!" she said with child-like enthusiasm.

"Gellahir, I believe you can remove yourself from you sister now, she appears well enough. Get some rest." she said gently to Gellahir, knowing the turmoil he went through for his sister. "As for you young lady, you will stay in bedm" ignoring the protests of Melody and Gellahir.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle was still with Arwen when Gatsby had left. She turned to Arwen, laughing sweetly. "Your husband may be the King of Gondor, but his memory has left him, I do believe, or at least the recognition has." she giggled. "I don't believe he knows who I am!" At this, Arwen laughed as well. Their laughter rang out in a pure note, like an october sky.

Arwen looked to her husband, smiling mischeviosly. "She studied him for a moment. Then she told him, "So it is true you don't remember her!" The two laughed harder. "Nay, do not laugh so Arwen." Aragorn cried out, vexed. "Let me see." Farielle moved closer and looked into his eyes. As their eyes met, Aragorn remembered.

(Flashback...) The fellowship walked through Lorien and to the place where Galadriel and Celeborn awaited them. As they saw the King and Queen descend the steps, a few had dimly noticed the young girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen, in the background. The girl looked like Galadriel, and was dressed in a pure white gown. But she never came forth, and they forgot her quickly. But as they went away fom Lorien on the great river, she had been there, along the bank, watching with a smile as they floated past...

"I remember you from Lorien, many many years ago." he mused. "But..." Arwen smiled. "May I present Lady Farielle, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn, my aunt."

Aragorn laughed and embraced her. "All these years, I never even knew they had a daughter!" Farielle's smile faded a bit. "Almost none did...."

[Sauron]

Sauron sat, among the woods outside The White City,Sleeping. He didn't like beds, never sleep in one. His Dream was anything but peacefull.....

Orcs.....millions upon millions marching a raid on the White City...The king's men falling....Sauron in a corner defenseless...Something was coming...louder...powerful...good turned evil....Sauron turned...He saw his fellowship....Melody,Her Brother,Gatsby and Farielle. They stood back to back, Sauron ran to them, but they were unreachable. All of a sudden a force....a eye of fire..it seemed to say "You cannot hide...I see you....There is no life in Gondor....Only Death"

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle was finally permitted to wander. She was walking slowly, enjoying the sight of the new city. She heard a noise and looked down and saw Sauron, looking as if he were having a nightmare, or a vision. Farielle kneeled beside him, debating whether now was the time to wake him, or should she wait. She knew that she couldn't let him dream too long...

[Lady Melody]

"He must be truly weary, to sleep in late afternoon, but why is he out here when there is far softer beds inside?" thought Farielle. Sauron's dreams appears unpleasant, I believe I must wake him."

"Sauron, wake now. Wake from your uneasy rest," she whispered in his ear in the elven tounge.

He woke up with a start, the dreams haunted him still. His breathing was heavy, but he was, thank the Valars, awake and it was merely a dream.

"Farielle?"

"It is I," she smiled, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Oh, I was asleep," he felt himself feeling embarassed.

"You were uneasy in your rest."

"What are you doing in the woods, lady? It is not unadvisable."

"It should have been considered before you yourself slept blissfully under its shade." she pointed out with an amused hint in her eyes.

"I am a warrior, and I know well how to defend myself." he said, defending himself.

"Indeed. I came to tell you that we are all invited to a feast held tonight in our honour. We are the guests. Melody have awakened, and is well..."

"She's awake?" he immediately stood with a start and started to head towards Melody's healing chamber when Farielle's soft hands gently restrained him.

"You will see her tonight, she is also to attend. A few hours before the feast is to begin, after she has slept and rested fully, then she is to be told. You know how the child is," she said soothingly. Sauron chuckled.

"True, she is feisty in nature. And Gellahir?"

"Everyone, and the prince, Eldarion is also to attend. Of other guests, I do not know." her eyes somehow tell of mirth when she mentioned the prince.

"That is well then, now lady, what of the elf you wanted to know of, since I assume that your coming here is not merely to inform me of the feast...."
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All right, I dunno whether I've mentioned it yet to you guys... (Except Gatz) but I think we could drag a dwarf along and also Legolas...(logical reasons, the king trusts them more than his own mother, I think)... but do you guys think that we could make it that he's visiting Minas Trith at the moment, for the purpose of the mission also... or should we stick to having to make a pit-stop at Ithilien??? :mmmm: The choice is yours!

[Gatsby]

well melody, legolas an gimili live in ithilien... so we could go get them there... p.s i'll be posting later today
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

I know Legolas and a buncha elves does, but don't Gimli live in the Caves of Anglarond (Helm's Deep, those beautiful glittering caves which Gimli described so highly about in the book)

[Sauron]

I think so, But Legolas & Gilmi Promised to travel together, so they can make a pit stop in Minas Trith :)

[Lady Melody]

Great then, so uh... who's gonna continue the story? Last entry was mine so it won't be fair if I wrote it.

[Gatsby]

don't worry, i'm on it!
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[Elven Daughter]

Farielle's eyes fell, and she sighed. Wind passed through the trees, as if to imitate the mournful sound. "I must know his fate. My mind will never forget him, and I'd rather know his fate. If he has died, I would like the time to heal my heart and give it to another. I do not wish to live forever lonely." she looked up, and theier eyes met. Though she did not say anything, her voice filled Sauron's head.

Please, I need your help, you alone, and no other. My heart would wait an eternity for him, and yet that is not well if he is dead...

Farielle looked away. She whispered, "Come, we.. we must go to the House and... and prepare." she turned and walked slowly back through the trees.
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The wind sighed, whispereing and lamenting through the tree tops. If one listened quietly, they would hear:

"Uuma dela. Everything will be fine, if only you will join as one..."

[Elven Daughter]

Hey you guys, I will be gone for Thanksgiving for a few days. I will be back Sunday night, or Monday at the latest. PLease, don't get too carried away in the plot. If you wouldn't mind, keep Farielle's character going, and don't go anywhere the I won't be able to catch up with, lol. See ya Sunday!;)

[Lady Melody]

Melody was wokened up gently by the healer a few hours before the feast was to start. She sleepily opened one sleepy eye, looking at the healer.

"You're the one who wanted me to sleep, and if you're thinking of making me eat that yucky stuff again, " she yawned.

"The medicine was for your own strength, child. A feast is to be held in this evening.."

"And most likely I'm to be told to stay in bed, thanks for the dissapointment," she said dryly, closing her eyes.

"You are to join them..." the expressive dark brown eyes snapped open immediately and automatically she sat on her bed.

"Honest? I can go?" she said with pure happiness.

"Aye, child. And you are to be moved near the Royal Wing, since you are well enough, but I will be near you if the need should rise." Melody was too happy to care, her mind was already occupied.

"Lucky I brought along my best dress!! Hurray for Grandmother's sound advice. But I didn't bring any slippers," she smacked her forehead. "Say, what's your name anyway? Sorry about being rude!"

"I am called Jenna, child. And I believe the slippers may be taken care of., as will a dress provided for you. Lady Arwen has instructed her seamstresses to provide one for you." Jenna said kindly.

"Lady Arwen? You mean the Queen? Well, it's awfully nice of her but seriously, I have my own!" she said cheerfull, a bit wide-eyed..

"But 'tis a gift from her, and is a favor indeed," she said.

"Oh, all right then, I can save the dress for other stuff, and anyways, it's probably crumpled." she said thoughtfully.
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The dress was beautiful, beyond anything that she's seen in her life...well, since her Grandmother died, of course. She was skilled in sewing while Melody herself, as she shamefully admitted to herself was terrible at it. The colour of the dress was cream, and has flowey embroidery of nature (the only thing she's good at when it comes to needle and thread) gracefully intertwined at the hems and dotted tiny flowers on the cloth. She was very impressed, and a bit embarassed and unworthy of the dress, but it looked becoming on her nonetheless. And the slippers were heaven on her feet. All finished in time.

She searched for her brother, Gellahir later, apparently he was also dressed, and on his way to the hall where the feast is held.

"Melody, how grand you look!" he said appreciatively of his sister.

"Thank you, and so do you!" she beamed at the now handsomely dressed man. He laughed.

"At least that's something we've actually agreed on, let's find Lady Gatsby and Sauron..."he gently pulled her along. She happily followed.

[Gatsby]

“Farielle and Sauron are returning from the woods,” Eldarion was mortal but his eyes were as keen as any elf’s. From the two sat on the high wall, despite the dark, he could see all the way to Ithilien. Gatsby strained in vain to see what his eyes could. “I suppose we should make for the feast.”

“Could we just stay here for a few more minutes?” Gatsby said laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Surely Gatsby, they can start with out us.” Eldarion looked at her lovingly, he was so happy to just be near her, he would’ve granted her any request. She looked particularly lovely in the gown she wore that night, it was an off the shoulder gown the color of coral accented with sapphires along the bodice and hem. One of Arwen’s, Gatsby never traveled with gowns, for she never wore them. She preferred the garb of elven warriors; for their clothes were far less cumbersome than dresses, allowing her to move faster and more nimbly. She eyed the train wearily fearing it would cause her to fall by the end of the night.

Eldarion had said little about his actions since they had last parted which made her worry. The two were used to being separated for large amounts of time, it had been this way since they were young. Whenever they were reunited they always poured their hearts out about everything they had seen and done. Gatsby completed her tale some time ago and Eldarion still had yet to breath a word. Gatsby’s curiosity needed to be satisfied; and she had difficulty being subtle.

“I have a question Prince Eldarion,” Gatsby said in a mock regal tone, “Why is it that I have not seen you in my travels? I have been to a few battles but not at one did I see you’re your. What quests have you been performing for your father?”

“Well Lady Gatsby,” He said joining in her play, “I fear the only missions I have been on this past year have been only to escort my sisters.” His eyes flashed with shame; he had prayed she would not ask him that question. The realm he was to inherit was at war and he had not touched foot on a battlefield in a year.

Gatsby was greatly puzzled; Eldarion was one of the most capable captains in the army. Why would he not be involved? “You’ve been escorting your sisters? Didn’t your father know that you were needed in battle?”

Eldarion’s eyes stared out into the black night but she knew that in his mind he was seeing something completely different. “After you left, I led an company of riders and archers to an orc out post. We were supposed to gather information and destroy the camp. But unfortunately I was wounded and narrowly escaped death. Since then, father has kept me on a impossibly short leash. I’ve been escorting my sisters to Rivendell, Lorien, Ithilien, Mirkwood, Rohan… you name it I’ve been there.” Gatsby looked into his eyes, they looked like those of an eagle kept in a cage, sad and desperate for a way out. She knew not what to say to take that pain away.

“Which sisters did escort?” she asked awkwardly

“Well all of them at some point, save the newly born Leowyn, but mostly it has been Gandlamirwen.” Gatsby winced although Gandlamirwen, or Gandla as she was called, was beautiful she was almost impossible to put up with. Nothing was good enough for her; she always had something to complain about.

“You have had a long year then haven’t you?” Gatsby said laughing lightly

“Half the time I wanted to throw her in a river and be done with it!” he chuckled, “But I can take being restrained no longer.” He stood up on the wall and offered her his hand.

“What do you mean?” Gatsby asked taking it

“I know what brings you and your company here. What ever the mission is, I am going with you, Father will not stop me this time.” Like Elessar, when Eldarion made a decision his face grew stern and resolute; nothing could dissuade him. Gatsby nodded and said nothing; they began to make their way to the feast.
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P.S i'll post more tomorrow!

[Sauron]

Sauron and Farielle returned from the woods, Sauron was dirty but no dirt seemed to touch Farielle. Sauron knew he had to wash, so he headed for his quarters. As he began to scrub the dirt from his face, he noticed he had grown somehow...he seemed wiser in his eyes, though only 23 years old, he had seen more battles than most elder lords. As he was finishing, a evil voice rang in his head "Sauron.....Yes....I knew one day I would find you..." Sauron drew his sword, but no foe was seen "Mere Fool....Swords have no affect on me....Obey me as you once did..." "No.....No...NO!!! Not you!!! you were driven away...then came after me" "It is no folly that you were named that name...your father named you that...your father was my best servent.." "My father was a mere fool! he did not see the lure you put him in!! Leave me be!!!" "No....you must pick up where your father left off...I am returning..The Ring the Elf has...it is all I need...Get it from her" Sauron had no other choice, he slowly said "What Must I do? Sauron, Lord of the Rings"

[Sauron]

Where is everyone?

[Gatsby]

well my dear sauron... since it's thanksgiving weekend i have family stuff going on, I for one haven't had time to write, can't believe i even found time to post this!! i think same thing goes for elvendaughter and chibi... my fam is leaving tonight so i'll have something tomorrow
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[Sauron]

Well, i knew that, it's just, I didn't know if my last post scared everyone off!

[Gatsby]

it'll take a lot more than that to scare me off :)
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[Elven Daughter]

Farielle also returned to her chambers. She had grown wary of Sauron, though she knew not why. She had brought one gown, but she knew of another that Arwen had. She went to Arwen's chambers quickly. "Arwen, do you remember the dress my mother gave you to wear on your wedding day? The one she told you to keep safe and treasure?" Arwen smiled. "I was wondering when you were going to ask!" she left, and returned quickly with the dress, concealed in a large parcel. "Thank you, love." Farielle said merrily, and ran back to her own chambers.

Once there, she didn't allow herself to look at the dress until she had washed, and fixed her hair. She dispaired of being able to do it herself, so she called on the help of one of the hand maidens, Elana. They remembered each other well, for Elana had grown up in Lorien herself. In no time at all, despite the conversation, Farielle's hair was done. Small braids ran through the rest of her hair, which Elana left hanging loose. Farielle smiled. "Now for the dress..."

Suddenly she fell back on the bed, as if she had been stunned by an unseen blow. A cold voice ran through her head.
The Ring the Elf has...it is all I need...Get it from her

Farielle came out of her daze to find herself looking in the mirror. She was fully dressed in the gown she had so loved as a child. It was silver, with elegant embroidery of white gold delicately trailing over her dress, as if it were flowering vines.
The dress dropped off to reveal the shoulders, and around the neckline was beautiful white gold lace. Matching lace ran around the cuffs of the small bells of the sleeves, and also around the hem which rested lightly on the floor. Around her neck was a necklace of a dazzling white silver, made by the dwarves many many years ago. In the center of the necklace was a single tear-shaped Chrysoprase, a light blue-green stone.

[Elven Daughter]

HI hi! in case you haven't noticed (hehe) I'm BAAAAA-AACK!!! dun-dun-dun! Happy Late Turkey Day, hehe.

[Lady Melody]

I'm afraid that my modem's gone wild (Using my Dad's computer at my parents' room) and I'm afraid I won't be arpund too much since my Dad's modem's unstable too =P

"Wherever they are they're pretty damn hard to find," grumbled Gellahir.

"Oh, shush, maybe they're busy with something," Melody said, also thinking of the romantical atmosphere that seems to have affected many of the companion's members. "Yeap, they're all busy all right."

"How should you know? Did you...?"

"No, I didn't. It's a lucky guess...use your head for once Gellahir!" he shrugged and changed course to the hall where the feast is held, taking her along.

It was a HUGE hall, with tapestries hung on the walls. One in particular depicted 4 halflings, an elf, a dwarf, a dwarf and an old man, garbed in gray robes with a worn pointed hat and a wooden staff. Giggling with delight, she pointed at it to Gellahir.

"That must be the fellowship, Gellahir!" she said cheerfully, earlier, darker ordeal forgotten.

There were people there, many of them in beautiful gowns and the royal musicians were playing wonderful songs. Gellahir wasn't much impressed, he had been to these sort of engagement before with Belham and his father Olam, and even if he were impressed at all, he wouldn't show it. Melody, however was far too young to attend this sort of social meetings, and Olam wouldn't hear of it no matter how much she begged. He feared that some young man would charm the innocent child of his and do something inappropriate behind his back.

"Behave like a lady, Melody. I don't think His Majesty'd tolerate any mischief from you, especially since you owe your life to him, and all," Melody rolled her eyes at Gellahir.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm proud of you too... Look, isn't that Him? That must be Lady Arwen there beside him! She's really beautiful," she said almost dreamily. The King and Queen sat on the main long table made out of rosewood and near where they sat was empty seats, obviously meant for the guests.

Okay, ran out of ideas~~!! Heaallllppp!!!

[Gatsby]

Sorry if my writing isn’t up to par right now I’m wicked tired! But it’s my turn so I’ll go

Since the war began feasts in the house of Telcontar were as rare as mithril; for when men of Gondor were falling in battle, there was little to celebrate. But Elessar believed that the arrival of the company whose members were family, warrior, and keepers of jewels of power called for a feast. Melody’s deliverance from death was enough to justify lighting the candles and opening a few bottles of wine.

Members of the court and the Dunedain had already congregated in the hall when Gatsby and Eldarion arrived. Gatsby’s battle weary heart was lifted the moment the soft candlelight fell on her face and the music filled her mind. She had been to a few of these gatherings before, but the excitement she felt the first time she was permitted to attend always came back to her. Eldarion on the other hand never cared for them, he was never one to remain idle for too long, and usually dismissed himself early.

“I need to speak with my father, do you wish to join me?” He said taking a glass of wine from a servant.

“In a moment,” she said, “first I must find my company.” Eldarion squeezed her hand and headed off in two different directions. Gatsby’s stride matched the steady drumbeat, she loved music and delighted in more than most things; she had tried to learn to play the flute but soon after taking it up she discovered that she had absolutely no musical talent and became content with listening. Her eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces, through the mingling guests she could see Arwen and Elessar sitting at the front of the room whispering to one another, in the far right corner sat a group of 7 girls varying in age some giggling others looking bored. Gatsby knew who they were in a second; they were the king’s daughters, or the Aransil, as they were known collectively. She gave them a quick wave, which they did not see of course and continued her search.

“Be CIVIL!!” a voice cried over the noise and music. Gatsby laughed, it was unmistakably Gellahir, in a few moments she spotted the two standing against a wall; Gellahir looked as though he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

“Melody!” Gatsby said navigating her way through the thick crowd

“Hullo Gatsby!” Melody cried before embracing her

“How do you like the White City?”

“Unfortunately I’ve only seen the healing wing,” Melody said looking a bit disappointed, “But it’s a lovely wing!”

“Fear not, you’ll see more of Minas Tirith before we depart.” Gatsby said sipping her wine

“By the way, where were you today? I turned castle upside down looking for you
“You mean WE sister.” Gellahir added, Melody cut him a fierce glance

“I had the pleasure of Eldarion’s company today” Melody and Gellahir exchanged highly amused looks, “Oh grow up!” Gatsby laughed, “It was nothing like that! We walked through the city and the palace, then we went and sat on the palace wall that was it.”

The three stood discussing what they had seen that day, and what tomorrow might bring. It wasn’t long until they were approached by a shockingly beautiful elf dressed in white.

“I see that we have all raided Arwen’s closet at some point today.” Farielle said as she embraced her companions, Gatsby hesitated slightly before taking her turn.

“You look lovely Farielle.” Gatsby said fingering the bell sleeve

“It was my mother’s. She gave it to Arwen when she and Elessar were married; I always hoped to wear it myself.”

“You wear it very well.”

“Both of you could easily pass for elves right now!” Farielle declared looking the two. That’s exactly what they looked like to the crowd. They had heard only one elf entered the city; but they were now questioning that report as they eyed the three maidens that sparkled like three gems in the candle light.

“If you three are going to stand around admiring each other, I’m going to go find Eldarion.” Gellahir sighed before disappearing into the crown, none of them tried to stop him.

“Don’t get used to looking so lovely ladies”, Gatsby warned, “That’ll all change when you begin your training.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you lady, when does our training begin exactly? I’m really anxious to start.” Melody asked her eyes shone with excitement.

“Well now’s as good a time as any, I suppose.” Gatsby said resolutely

“Now? But there are far too many people around.” Farielle said looking a bit confused

“You must learn that there is more to being a shield maiden than just what happens on the battle field. You have to learn how to behave when your off duty. Melody, Look into that crowd and tell me what you see.” Melody shrugged and looked into the crowd as Gatsby instructed

“I see people.”

“I see targets.” Gatsby said, “The royal family, nobles, captains, the enemy would love to see any of them dead. This would be a perfect opportunity for an attack; which is why you must always be ready, so there for you must always be prepared. Which brings me to Lesson #1, keep an eye out for anything suspicious, know where the exits are and never go anywhere unarmed.” Melody and Farielle nodded

“Bu you yourself have nothing with you Gatsby.” Farielle observed. Gatsby lifted the hem of her skirt above her knee to reveal a sheathed long knife strapped to the inside of her calf.

“Good god Gatsby do you go anywhere without that thing?” a smug voice inquired behind them, “your beginning to act so much like a man that I wouldn’t be surprised to find that something else had grown between your legs.” A wave of fury ran through Gatsby’s body, and she turned to see a beautiful maiden around Gatsby’s age dressed in dark blue. A cruel smile spread across the girls face.

“I thought I smelled something foul, how are you Gandlamirwen?” Gatsby snapped at the princess.

“Oh I’m lovely Gatsby, I heard from my sister Aravis that you were here; and that with you was a bumbling soldier and his foolish sister,” Melody started after Gandlamirwen but Gatsby held her back, Gandla continued ignoring Melody, “some elf, and that imbecile Sauron. So naturally I had to see if it was true, and I see now that it is! Honestly Gatsby sometimes I think that you recruit people for my amusement!” Gandlamirwen laughed cruely. Gatsby could see plainly that Melody and Farielle could not be restrained

“You are more a fool than I expected Gandlamirwen. How is it that someone like your ancestors would shutter if they knew they had a descendent like you. And I would not laugh so if I were you, I would love to see how you would fair if you were faced with an orc battalion like Melody here ” Farielle said

“Did Aravis neglect to tell you that the elf was Farielle, daughter of Galadriel? Your great aunt? Your better?” Melody hissed. Gandlamirwen stood there for a moment in shock, thinking about what her father would do to her if he found out that she had said such things about a family member. She quickly apologized quickly to Farielle and turned back to Gatsby and Melody. She had lost a target but she had two more to pick at.

“Gatsby, You should teach that wretch to not speak to a princess with such disrespect,” Gandlamirwen growled, her eyes flashed with anger.

“Despite what you may think, that crown on your head does not earn you respect.” Gatsby said coolly, “By the way you may call me Lady Gatsby, Gandlamirwen.”

“And despite what you think, sticking that nonsense title in front of your name does not make you any more a lady than any man here. You are a joke.” With that Gandlamir turned and disappeared into the crowd.

The three-stood there wishing evil upon the girl, how could something with such a cruel heart be born of Elessar and Arwen. None of them believed what Gandlamirwen had said, it was all mindless babble; but at the same time it stung a bit. Gatsby

“I’m going to find Sauron.” Gatsby sighed, leaving Farielle and Melody to discuss an appropriate revenge upon Gandlamirwen.

Gatsby found him at the other end of the hall, gazing out the window into night sky, his mouth moved slightly as though he were talking to himself. But Gatsby paid it no mind.

“Well Sauron, it would seem that Gandlamirwen has returned from Rivendell, Elrohir probably ordered her out of the valley again. Honestly I’m surprised no one’s killed her yet, but that could change, it was definitely not wise to rouse Melody and Farielle! Have you talked to the king? I’ve heard that we’re to be given our mission tomorrow. Eldarion has decided to come… which is good, the more blades with us the better… and it will be nice to go on a mission with him again, it’s been three years since the last time we were out together…” it was then that Gatsby realized Sauron was not listening at all, his eyes and his thoughts were occupied elsewhere, “Sauron? Sauron… are you listening?” Gatsby asked putting her hand on his shoulder. Sauron woke from his trance and turned his head towards her. Gatsby would never forget the look on his face at that moment, it was filled with deep remorse; the kind Gatsby hoped she would know, but it was also mingled with disbelief, puzzlement, and anger. It was as though his thoughts changed with every beat of his heart.

“I’m sorry Gatsby…” His eyes darted madly as he spoke but never did they meet her eyes “I’m not feeling very well… excuse me.” He gave no other explanation and said nothing else; Sauron slipped through the door way and allowed himself to be engulfed by the dark of the hall.
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[Gatsby]

soooooooooooo many grammatical errors in there!
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[Elven Daughter]

Farielle excused herself form Melody, and sought out Gandlamirwen. She saw her standing next to a handsome young man, laughing. Slowly, she walked around behind her, catching the young man's stare. She leaned over and whispered in Gandlamirwen's ear.

"Antolle ulua sulrim, Gandlamirwen. Dolle naa lost. However, that is not why I seek you out and you know it. I will speak with you later."

Gandlamirwen jumped when Farielle first spoke, but she listened intently, nodding. She returned to her conversation somewhat tensely.

Farielle moved away. She was in a beautiful mood, and the music threatened to sweep her off her feet into dance. She resisted, however. She was feeling like her old self tonight, mischeiveous and carefree, like she was back in Rivendell.
She sought Arwen out. She knew no one here save a few knew who she was. Most of them knew only that she was an elf. She found Arwen sitting next to her husband. She presented herself, and then embraced Arwen and kissed her cheek. Arwen said softly "I've been looking for you all evening! Vanimle sila tiri. You wear your mother's dress well." With that, the King stood and kissed Farielle's hand, greeting her warmly. Now Farielle knew with a satisfaction that many were dying to find out more about her.

Arwen also noticed, and smiled, well aware of Farielle's true nature. She motioned for the music to stop. The guests turned and waited silently. Arwen smiled. "Honoured guests." she started. "I hope you are enjoying yourselves immensly." A cheer went up from the hall. "I would very much like to introduce you to a few people. First, as many of you know, the Lady Gatsby is among us this evening. Also, we have the pleasure of entertaining a few others. The Lady Melody and her brother Gellahir, children of Olam, a brave and noble soldier named Sauron..." she paused as a wave of murmurs went through the hall. "And finally, my aunt, The Lady Farielle, daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn."

More confused whispers ran through the hall, mainly saying:
"The Daughter??? I didn't know they had a daughter." Farielle laughed lightly. "I would beg my companions to come here!" she called to the hall. She watched as they made their way to her. A shadow fell over her face when she realized Sauron was missing.

[Sauron]

Sauron stood in the back, in shadows, trying not to be noticed. Arwen.....another troublesome elf.....stay here His master told him. "Will Sauron Please Step Forward???" Arwen finally asked. "Hey Sauron!!" Melody pointed him out, The Child has seen you, don't worry, we'll deal with her later...Go Forth Sauron walked forward, his feet felt like stones. He bowed to the King and Queen and stood beside Farielle The Ring.....The Ring....get it when she is alone "Sauron...Sauron" Sauron was awakened by Farielle "Sauron...Introduce yourself" Arwen said. "My Name is Sauron, though, I oppose the Dark Lord (his Heart Cringed) I'm am a warrior, though I look young. (Sauron fildded with his sword...his heart beating faster) He stepped back, while Gatsby had her turn. Good....Good.....Invite the Elf for a walk....leed her to the forest...Get the Ring "Yes.." "Farielle, I bid your company for a walk alone the forest" He asked her. She got her promission from The King and Queen and they left the white city.....

BTW, when i write in this print I'm talking for The Dark Lord Sauron

[Lady Melody]

Melody was delighted by the feast, but she wasn't to let that particular princess get the better of her. The truth is that she was never forced to go to any lengths to avenge anyone, since people usually seem to like her enough, and when she asked for any favour to be done, which is rare, it was never refused. If she herself only had been insulted, she could perhaps tolerate it from the quite annoying princess, but when Farielle, regardless that she chickened out when she found out that she ws her aunt, and Gatsby were concerned, her usually sweet mind devised a rather foolish but effective way to get back at the foul elf.

Then she noticed Sauron whispering something to Farielle and they asked permission to go out 'walking'. Somehow, she felt something was wrong, and after a quick glance at Gellahir who was busy talking to one of the princesses, she sneaked off from the table, unnoticed.

I know I shouldn't have followed them, but if I don't this silly thing'll be nagging me anyway... Melody sighed. Oh, well... maybe...

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, and a warm, familiar hand grabbed her arm.

"Something is wrong, I'm following Farielle and Sauron!" she said, gritting her teeth at Gellahir.

"In the middle of a feast in our honour, very wise of you, Melody. Come on, the King would not be pleased." I won't be pleased you pompous ***.

"Just let me go off for a while, please? It wom't take long, I want to know what they're both up to!" she said, making her most innocent and childlike look she could honestly muster. Gellahir sighed.

"Just use your mind then if you really must know, just brush a little outside their awareness mind you, and no blowing up anything," he warned her.

"Oh, yeah. Right!" and she closed her eyes, narrowing down on both Farielle and Sauron. She flew and floated round and round Farielle's mind, finding nothing else but the elf she knew, she jumped next to Sauron. Then, to her shock, there was a eerie chanting. the words dark and brooding, Sauron's mind...different that usual. She shivered, and she saw it.

"Melody!" Gellahir shook his trembling sister out of her trance. She was pale, although not the former type that almost took her life, and she was gasping for air.

"Farielle's in danger! Sauron..." she looked fearfully at him. "He's...he's not himself!! Get Gatsby! Warn the King, just... GO!" she told him urgently. Without a moment's thought, knowing that whatever it is that shook Melody, it must be serious, he headed back towards Gatsby.
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Melody saw it, and she knew. She was scared, her former plan of revenge on a certain royal brat forgotten, and she had known two things. One, Sauron is posessed, and the other, Farielle carries a certain item which is certainly uncommon as her necklace.

Okay, calm down. Make sure Farielle is well first before you do anything rash, and keep Sauron in check. He is still a friend, he hasn't fallen to the dark side, despite his name, he is a friend, Gatsby's known him for years and according to her, he had taught her everything she knows... She droned on to herself, trying to calm her nerves down. Oh. Gellahir, where the heck are you??

[Sauron]

As Sauron walked with Farielle, gently talking, he felt something, like they were being watched It's the child, let her follow.....more prefect to our plans....but, something about her...close your mind for a while.... and with that, Sauron left Sauron alone for a while...."The city is beautiful, isn't it? Sauron...SAURON! what troubles you?" "Oh...Um...nothing...here let us sit by this tree" they sat down and The Dark Lord restired Good...Good....Be mindfull of the child though, she is watching....kill her first "I'll....I'll be right back" Sauron said. He got up and sneaked behind Melody and grabbed her mouth and threw her on the ground..."I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago!!!!" YES!!! Kill Her!!! Sauron drew his sword and pointed it at Melody with an evil grin....

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle had followed, and saw the whole thing. With a heart stopping battle cry, she pounced and sent Saroun to the ground. Drawing her sword, her eyes burned. She watched Sauron get back to his feet. "Sauron, Dark Lord, when have you needed to capture the minds of the innocent to do your deeds? Have you grown to old and weak to be of use to your own self!" She cried, watching Sauron closely. I have never needed anyone but myself. You will pay for this, wench of an elf! Sauron raised his sword.


"Melody, move!" she yelled. Melody scrambled out of the elf's way, drawing her own sword, ready to strike if nescessary.
Farielle took a deep breath. Then she cried out "'Kshonna, wanya! Lietha guldur!" Sauron's face went blank, the twisted expression dissapearing. He fell unconcious. Farielle dropped her sword, then fell to her knees, sobbing. "Melody, get him back to the castle quickly..." Melody started to comply, then stopped. "What did you do?" "I dispeled the Dark Lord from his mind and body." Melody turned back. "He's free then, it will stop, and..." Farielle shook her head. "No, it's only temporary. Get him back quickly, please...I don't know when the Dark Lord will come back twice as vengeful."

Farielle took one more look at Sauron, her face in dispair, not at all her usual calm, composed self. Then she turned and said no more.

[Sauron]

Sauron was in a dream state, he was in the middle of a bridge, on one side a white peacefull light, The other, A terrible Dark Light, Sauron......Come back to me......you can't live without me....I am your power..... "No....No....NO! it's not true...leave me be!" Sauron said, and he walked to the light. "Melody....Farielle....Stop!" Sauron slowy said, trying to get on his knees, "It is useless, HE will come back...I can't stop him, you ccccan't either...." "Nay Sauron, My friend" Farielle said, carrying him..."Thank You...." Sauron said falling alsleep again....

[Lady Melody]

I belive it's Gatsby's turn, how long is she gonnabe missing in action anyways? I think Aidilfirtri's tomorrow or the day after that.. so I'll most probably be missing in action too...

[Gatsby]

i'll have something this afternoon... i've had a killr week!
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Oh, poor you... (10:00 pm when I typed this)

[Elven Daughter]

Ok, I have a short bit just to stir up the mix....


Farielle stayed where she was as in a daze. Suddenly, she jumped up and flew back to the city. She knew he was there...
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Once inside the walls, Farielle looked about quickly. She soon saw what she was looking for. A group of men, who appeared to be warriors by their arms and dress, stood talking to a servant. The leader of the group was a tall, blond elf. He was handsome. The servant pointed Farielle's way. He turned and when she saw his face, she could control herself no more. She ran to his open arms, where he caught her and held her tight. Farielle was so happy she could hardly speak. "Thalion, I've missed you so..."

[Sauron]

Sauron lay, in a healing bed. He had slept most of the day and he was restless. He got up and went into the long hallways of Minas Trith, giant paintings here and there. One stood out in his eyes, someone had put it in the entrance, of A Tall Elf, and a Dwarf. "Legolas.....Gimli!! Here? this is where they put the piantings of people who are visiting the city!!Maybe they will join our fellowship....That is, If I still have a fellowship...." Sauron said to himself, he turned to leave, when he saw him...Thalion. "So it is true....The great Thalion lives" what troubled Sauron more was that of the People beside Thalion....Farielle and the horrible elf Ertio'n. Ertio'n had served under Sauron the same time as Thalion...But worse, Ertio'n had tired to kill Sauron......

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle saw none of this. She had eyes only for the handsome elf at her side. They stood arms linked, and Farielle's head rested lightly on Thalion's shoulder. She was smiling, looking every bit a white gem. Sauron could see why her people had named her such. She was vaguely aware of Ertio'n standing next to Thalion. She had never met him before, but she sensed an evil about him. But none of that mattered now. Thalion was alive. They would live forever together, never seperated again. She saw their life pass in an instant, happy and fully wonderful. She could not possibly see Sauron's look of disgust, or feel his pain at the remembrance of the Dark Lord, laying heavily on him. She did, however, see the portrait on the wall...

[Gatsby]

well... wrote for an hour and you guys beat me to the post... damn... so you guys are going to have to wait for a bit r i could post what i have as a flash backy thing... that'll work... i'm not letting that hour be for nothing
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gatsby

[Sauron]

"Yes, It's Legolas and Gimli..." Sauron said walking up to them. "Sauron, what are you doing out of bed?" "Early dismissial" He repiled. "Thalion...Good to see you again, Ertio'n." He looked at the Elf, Before Ertio'n, Sauron never knew elves were sometimes evil. Thalio'n embraced Sauron, and Sauron couldn't help but noticed Farielle was also there too. "See, I told you he was alive". "So the great leader Sauron has again showed his face, Sauron the Great Captain.....Sauron the Fearless leader! who also left his men at a huge battle!" Ertio'n said steeping foward. "At least some of us know how to shoot an arrow without hitting a fellow warrior Ertio'n.."Sauron repiled back. Farielle got her first great impression of Ertio'n then, though, she would never forget Sauron's eyes when he saw her and Thalion together....

[Gatsby]

The sound of Gellahir and Gatsby’s footsteps echoed through the stone halls as they ran. They were racing blindly towards the scream they heard, Gatsby prayed it would hark again to give her a better understanding of where and whom it came from. She honestly had no idea what had happened; Gellahir told her that Sauron was not himself and Farielle life was under threat, but said no more, bidding her only to help him find them before it was too late. After hearing the cry in the dark, Gatsby couldn’t help but think that his fears were realized.

Bloody dress Gatsby said to herself; her usual swift pace was dampered by her dresses full skirt... which by now had been gathered up in her hand so she could hold the majority of it away from her sprinting legs... in her other hand she held a long knife, it glitered like a phantom in torch light. Gellahir and Gatsby strained to hear anything amongst loathsome silence of the walls.

Before long the seemingly endless hall came to a fork... two choices lay before their impatient hearts, timing was of the essence and neither direction seemed more promising than the other.

"Which way, left or right" Gellahir cried gripping his drawn sword fiercely

"I know not..." Gatsby said trying to catch her breath

"I'm not about to split up Gatsby so don't even think it... i don't know if i would be able to take Sauron, and if I do no-" Gellahir was cut off by a roaring voice...

'Kshonna, wanya! Lietha guldur!"

"Farielle! This way quickly!" Gatsby bared left down a desolate hallway; she knew exactly where it lead, to one of the palace's smaller court yards. The two charged like bulls towards it.

The end of the passage way reveal a tiny oak door, Gellahir and Gatsby stopped for a moment, suddenly neither one was willing to open it; for they could hear no voices from behind the wood panels. They stood staring down the iron clasp that held it shut. Thank fully Gellahir could take no more and thrust the door open with one great shove. To say the least they were a bit confused at the scene, Melody and Farielle stood over Sauron’s body… he was still alive but he had been through a great deal. The other two appeared to be fine. Gatsby threw her blade to the ground in frustration

“Okay who wants to tell me what’s going on?” Gatsby inquired. Farielle told her everything…

Gatsby took a few moments to think over what she would say… “Alright Gellahir help me take Sauron to the house of healing… you two go to bed… that is not an option. Tomorrow we are find out our mission, I trust you will all be there, and nothing else will happen in the time between now and then.” Gellahir picks up a Sauron and they leave.

Sorry for this last part but honestly I don’t know what to say

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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle immediately tunred when she heard Gatsby's voice in the corridor. She smiled. "Gatsby!" she called. Gatsby came along the passage, delighted to see Farielle. Farielle laughed. "I was never in danger!" She stepped back a few paces and linked arms once again with Thalion. Gatsby smiled. "Farielle, I know naught of this elf, and would so love to hear more." she laughed. "Gatsby, this is Thalion. He has only just arrived at Minas Tirith." Gatsby's eyes laughed knowingly, but she didn't not act on her knolwedge. "Thalion, I am Lady Gatsby, daughter of Faramir and Eowyn." Thalion nodded. "An old friend, Faramir. I should ride to Ithilien to see him." Farielle laughed lightly. "You're not going anywhere without me, love. I should very much like to see them again, too. And what's a poor maiden to do about orcs and the other dangers of the road?" Farielle teased. Her response was a kiss on the forehead from Thalion. Farielle turned to Gatsby. "Is Melody quite alright? I haven't had a chance to see her yet."

[Lady Melody]

Sorry guys, but do you mind at least mentioning when your charactors are off somewhere, what the others are doing, it's not that I have a prob or anything, I'm just confused at where to start my writing, and when to stop and all. It doesn't seem to flow well... please?

I'm confused... where am I to start? *scratching head*

[Elven Daughter]

Ok, basically, we (Sauron, Farielle, Thalion, Gatsby, etc.) are outside Sauron's room just after he wakes up from the whole "thing."

[Elven Daughter]

I just realized that in one of my posts I wrote:

Gatsby's eyes laughed knowingly, but she didn't not act on her knolwedge.

It was supposed to be did not, not didn't not.

Ok, I'm assuming you all knew what I meant, but I just found that funny. I know, I know, I'm strange, lol!

[Lady Melody]

Well, I honestly hope that my next installment will do... here goes...

"Here I am, what good it'll do," Melody muttered in an irritated tone, rubbing her head. She has a terrible headache, considering what she's felt and saw inside her head. "Whatever HE meant to do, he's done it, my head's killing me, and not even this awful stuff's curing it," she said, obviously not in good mood.

"Are you well, child?" asked Jenna, her healer in concern, finally relieved that she had found her appointed charge.

"I will be, when he is, I have a lot of questions for him, and boy am I mad," she referred to Sauron in a dangerously calm voice that spoke volumes. Even Gellahir, glad he is to see his sister safe and sound, thought twice about going anywhere near his little sister.

"Melody, what's your side of the story then?" asked Gatsby gently, knowing that only that would sooth the truth out of her in her state of mind. Melody looked at Gatsby in the eye with a hollow look, and gulped down her drink. She appeared to be drunk. Gatsby took the drink from Melody's hand, who couldn't care less and sniffed it.

"Apple-juice," she announced firmly. "She's unwell still, she had barely recovered from the orcs... and now this," she said, irritated. Melody just remained detached from everything around her.

Jenna put her arms, saying something to her soothingly and gently led her to her chamber, nearby the royal wing, in the guests quarters. Seeing Melody safely in a healer's hands and well cared for, she firmly set her word to the rest of the companions.

"The feast is over, all sleep tonight, and no prancing around the gardens or any secret meetings of less than three without my knowledge, no objections," she scanned the faces, as if she could pierce their souls. "Tomorrow, we will see to our mission, and our current perdicament," seeing Gellahir's worried face, she swiftly added, "and none shall be left behind, except if they distrust any, including me, and are free to go," she said this firmly, and turned back to her room.

Melody, what have you seen, child? Gatsby said to herself, sighing.

[Gatsby]

Melody had seen something in Sauron's mind gatsby was sure of it, but she hoped that what the young girl had seen was dispeled from Sauron's mind. She was also rather suprised to see Thalion there, she had never served with him but she had heard of him in passing from other captains; apparently he was quite the warrior... and that other elf, Gatsby knew all too well about him.

Gatsby closed the door to her chamber with a thud; blade still in hand she threw herself down on the bed, completely exhausteed from the nights events. as she laid there staring at the ceiling her mind was consumed by thoughts; of the mission, the king, Eldarion, but mostly of her fellowship.
"if they distrust any, they are free to go" she kept repeating to herself, for the first time in ages Gatsby herself began to question who she could still place her trust with. Her companions kept secrets, no doubt about it; some had been revealed... but there were others, including the one Farielle kept about her, just waiting, Gatsby could feel it in her heart as well as in her mind. Even Sauron, the person she trusted above all else, had been engulfed by the mystery that gripped the Fellowship; she knew not if his mind would again become subject to the will Dark Lord.

The secrets of her companions had almost gotten them killed a few times already; how many more times will she allow their lives to be endangered before she demands to know the truth? Could she still have them in the fellowship?

Gatsby was suddenly reminded of something her mother had always told her “Everything that happens has a purpose, every event is for a reason, every person you meet puts a mark on your fate.” Gatsby's hand groped in the dark for her sword, and when she found it she romoved it from it's sheeth. She crawled to a place on the bed that was bathed in the light of the full moon, her eyes fell on the two stripes tenwar that snaked
up the silve blade. One of the strips proclaimed that very phrase her mother had told her. Gatsby ran her finger over the inticate letters, admiring their every twist and turn, knowing in her heart
that she believed in those words... everything did happen for a reason she told herself. her companions did have some part to play before the end, and she would allow them to do it. Gatsby would still have them with her... her last thought before she slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle knew at the back of her mind that she was ingnoring her companions. But her heart was fully set on Thalion, her true love. They hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, but they had always felt, even from the time that they were small, that they had loved each other their whole lives.
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Farielle stood on a deserted balcony high above the rest of the city, the air fresh and cool on her face. She watched the stars in silent joy and wonder. They were not like the stars in her Lothlorien, or in Rivendell, but they were still beautiful and wonderful.

Farielle heard quiet footsteps behind her. She turned, hoping and expecting to see Thalion. But it was Eldarion. He nodded towards her, then came to stand beside her to watch the stars. They stood silent for a few moments, then Eldarion spoke.
"Farielle, how well do you know Gatsby?" Farielle answered softly, still glancing skyward, "Not long, I met her only a few days before we rode here." Eldarion nodded. "I see.

They sttod in silence once again. Once more, Eldarion was the one to break the silence. "I feel that you know something about Gatsby. I don't know how I know, but I feel it. What is it?" Farielle turned to face him, studying his face, but mostly his eyes carefully. Eldarion heard her voice inside his head.

"Who am I to tell you the secrets of the past, or the wisdom of the future. You must find these keys for yourself...

"What do you mean? You are princess of the elves, daughter of one of the most honored and wise ladies in Middle Earth! How can you not be the one to tell me?" he questioned quickly. Farielle laughed. "Slowly, slowly. You are young, but a child to some. I may know the keys to the memories of the past, and happenings of the future, but the elves are fading Middle Earth. It is in men that you must place your faith." She smiled mysteriously and alluringly, slipping away to go to her room.

Eladrion stood a few moments more, then left the night air, which was quickly growing cold, and went inside.

[Lady Melody]

It was morning and Melody has dressed up for the day, in a normal Middle-Earth human dress, brown coloured. Her hair was braided with two pigtails, making her look more childlike than ever, but marred with the hollow look that currently occupies her mind. She was walking around the castle aimlessly, oblivious to the wondrous sights that normally would cause her to chatter excitedly and endlessly to Gellahir or Gatsby. She didn't notice the tapestries, or the beautiful gardens surrounding the main building in Minas Trith. Then, she suddenly found herself in a large cavernous room filled, literally from floor to the ceilings with books. They were cloth-bound mostly, some parchments and scrolls, and various writing tables. Her necklace suddenly glowed with anticipation.

"Huh? My necklace..."she whispered to herself. Then, as if she already knew what to do, she finds herself walking gracefully to the middle of the room, and staring at what seemed as a highly prized book, kept high above her in the shelves that held countless books. Her necklace glowed even more brighter, and she was suddenly faced with a leather bound book, a very ancient one and it floated down to her, no, she had actually willed the book to her, although she didn't know how she actually did it.

She opened the book.

Note: Leave Melody out for any of your entries, okay? I've got more plans for her and the book yet... but I wanna know what you guys are gonna do about your characters... ^_^ Someone please get Gellahir away kay? Occupy him for me... thankie!

[Gatsby]

no prob chica! i'm on it, i'll post next!... might take a bit though, i'm going to church then to a flea market to i won't be home for a few hours but i'll have it up by the end of the day!!
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

oooo I can't wait to see this! I'm going to write a short bit, but I wont get too extensive, in case Gatsby or Sauron does.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle had stayed up long the night before, thinking about what Eldarion had said. Finally, when she felt rested, she got dressed. "I won't wear anything fancy today..." she thought. She pulled on a silver blue dress made plainly. The only jewelry she wore was Nenya, which she never took off. She went down the hall quietly, aware that many were still asleep. She knew the halls well, and moved quickly.

Farielle came upon Thalion outside in a small courtyard, where the morning sun was just rising. He was deep in thought when she walked silently up behind him, greeting him with a good morning hug. He turned, smiling, and kissed her, making her smile. "Good morning, yes?" she asked. Thalion nodded, but was silent. "What..." Farielle's smile faded slightly. "I have some bad news."

He led Farielle to a stone bench, where they sat. "Your brother is missing, Farielle, and has been for three days." Farielle went white. "He was killed in battle?" "No, they don't believe so, for his small company was riding through a peacful land quite near Lorien. Five elves were in the company, and none can be found anywhere." Farielle's eyes closed. Thalion continued. "They believe them to be captives, but not dead, for death does not linger anywhere they could have ridden.

Farielle nodded. "At least they are probably still alive. I must cheer myself up. Thalion, love, would you walk with me in the gardens?" They got up and ventured off.

[Gatsby]

“God… I’m coming!!” Gatsby groaned as she rolled out of bed. The impossibly bright sun light hurt her eyes and the cold morning air swept over her skin like a desperate sigh. She took a quilt from the bed and wrapped herself in it; but nothing could be done to warm her bare feet. She made her way slowly to the door becoming increasingly annoyed with who ever roused her from her slumber. She cracked open the door open slightly and peered into the hall; there stood Gellahir fully dressed and looking very much awake.

“Bloody hell Gellahir what do you want?” she sighed rubbing her free hand over her tired eyes.

“Good morning Gatsby!” he said highly amused by her lethargic state, “a messenger was on his way to your room to give you this, but I told him I’d give it to you myself.”

Gatsby snatched the paper impatiently from his hand and quickly read over its contents. When she finished she folded the paper and returned it to him

"Alright..." she finally sighed, "the king wants the fellowship to meet him in the fifth hall in an hour."

"Great" Gellahir said the smile still spread on his face.

"As you can see I just woke up..."

"Could've fooled me,” Gellahir teased

"So would you mind finding giving the others the message?" Gellahir opened his mouth to reply but before he could answer Gatsby thanked him and promptly closed the door. Gatsby leaned against the door for a few minutes trying to gather her and then began the task of finding her clothes.

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"I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some afalas tea and honey bread" Eldarion said as he closed the door behind him, he too seemed rather sleepy; he was no more a morning person than Gatsby.

"TEA!! Thank the Valar!!" Gatsby cried eagerly relieving him of the cup and brought it to her lips. She could feel the warm liquid flow down her throat filling her entire body with a wonderful warm sensation and washing away any lingering fatigue. “Oh god I love elfish tea…” She sighed. By then Gatsby had managed to get herself dressed in a pair of mist green leggings and a dark brown shirt; she had been lacing up her boots when Eldarion came in and she began to search for her elven tooled leather wrist guards.

“Heard you had quite an interesting night.” Eldarion said sipping his tea

“Unfortunately ‘interesting’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Gatsby said as she looked underneath the bed, “Bloody hell where did I put them?”

“Well is everything all right now?”

“I truly hope it is. Are you sure that you want to join this circus?” She said getting to her feet.

Eldarion smiled, “With out a doubt.”

“Are you going with us to the fifth hall in a bit then?”

“Mhm.”

“We should start heading down there soon; I had Gellahir go find Farielle and who ever the devil is coming with us. I hope for their sake that their on time, your father hates being kept waiting.”

“Farielle is a bit odd don’t you think?”

“No more odd than myself I supposed; why do you think that?”

“It’s just that… I feel as though she knows a great deal more than she says.”

“They all do!” Gatsby laughed as she searched through her pack

“What I’m trying to say Gatsby is that she knows something about you.” She sighed and let her hands fall to her side

“How did you know?”

“I don’t know, I just do. It’s the way you two behave around each other; you seem relaxed but anxious at the same time, and Farielle I don’t know. I have a feeling in my heart… I know not how to describe it but I just know.”

“I do not know what else to say besides your feelings do not deceive you.”

“I tried to find out what it was last night, but she would not tell me a word. HS merely told me it was not her place to reveal the secrets of the past and then she returned to her chambers.” Gatsby sat herself down in the chair next to him, trying to decide what she would say. In a few moments she spoke

“Eldarion, I know that you meant well when you asked her; but you must realize that it is about me; I do not need you to uncover it for me.”

“But don’t you desire to know the truth?”

“Of course I do! But now is not the time for it. One day I will ask Farielle to tell me; but not now… I fear I am not ready to hear it. Oh there they are!” She cried suddenly walking over to the corner and recovered her wrist guards. “Do you understand what I say?” She said tenderly as fastened the straps

“Ay… I apologize Gatsby.” He got up and took her hand, “only you can decide when you are ready.”

“Good,” Gatsby said smiling, “Now that that’s settled, we must leave for the fifth hall or we shall be late.” She quickly threw her hair into a bun, and fetched her sword; she would get the rest of her weapons before they left. The two headed down the hall filled to the brim with excitement; they were armed captains and their mission awaited them.

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gatsby
p.s melody i decided gellahir doesn't get you unless you want him to

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle made her way toward the fifth hall, leaving Thalion behind. Suddenly, she turned and went back to him. "Oh god, Thalion, I can't do this alone. I need you with me. I.. I don't..." Thalion understood. He took Farielle's hand, and they made their way to the hall together.
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As Farielle and Thalion walked in the hall last. Farielle looked around and caught Sauron's eye. He quickly turned away, as if something troubled him. She saw Gatsby and Gellahir. "Wait, where's Melody?" She thought quickly, scanning the room, but was forced to drop her focus when Thalion whispered in her ear. "Farielle, you know how dangerous this is? I've seen the way these people react to your presence. They either don't trust you, or they don't take you seriously." Farielle frowned. "Sauron does." she said. "And besides..." she added, fumbling for more of an excuse. "No one is a danger to me, no one but..." She stopped, not wanting to say more, because she hated the thought of the words that should have been there.

[Gatsby]

just so everyone knows the fifth hall which is basically the kings war counsel hall, is a normal sized room, not very big at all. in the center of the room is a large round table (king arthur style baby!) one of the walls is covered completley by a map of middle earth, the cieling is kind of an ode to the wise who have passed to the gray havens, has tengwar and pictures of the departed on it (in my head it looks really neat) the room is lit by torches. hope that helps
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

The Book of the Stars by Thredith, the sorceress of Elbereth

Melody found herself a chair, and flipped through the book. The first page was painted with a potrait of a beautiful woman with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes. She momentarily was shocked to see that in the potrait, her necklace was drawn on the woman's slender neck.

"Thredith?" she whispered. The wind suddenly blew around her, and flipped the book until the last written page.

I trust that the one reading this would be my heir, as my necklace would lead you to this book. Inside are written all my knowledge and those things you shall need to know, and that I know of. I do not know how long would we have to live in exile, the Easterlings are after us still, we cannot linger, nowhere is safe! I leave this under the care of the elves, as one day a daughter of my lineage will come for it. I cannot bequeth my knowledge to my own daughter if I should have any, as I will be known and recognised far too easily, but I cannot leave them without knowledge of their own lineage! There are limits to our strength, and this power this knowledge within this book will bequeth to you is boundless, but they drain one's energy. Never let this book fall in the wrong hands, or merely dismiss it as another book, as such as these in naught to be found anywhere else. You are no longer a child of any human, child. You shall be a sorceress, equal to the Istari! Trust in your heart, and your gift. It would lead you. I leave now this book to the care of Lady Arwen, Evenstar of the elves, my beloved friend. I have also laid a charm around the book to avoid any other curious onlooker to see this as merely another book that they wished not to ponder upon. May the Valars be with you.

Thredith.

Melody closed the book and stared at it, then she gulped.

"I'm a...sorceress?" then she quickly opened the book and swiftly flipped the book. Then I can help Sauron...

"I trust you have found it then, child," she turned her head around at the direction of the voice, it was her Majesty, Lady Arwen.

"Sorry to intrude, I just somehow sort of..." she didn't get to finish her explaination.

"Your necklace..." she said, as she approached her and touched it, "...led you to it. Thredith told me the night she ran from the dwellings of the elves, from under our protection, as she would not listen to any reason that would endanger us," she said sadly. "We were truly close, she would always told me of her envy of my own appearance, while I would tell her that her beauty, is unusual and we would both have an argument attempting to outflatter one another," she smiled. "You are both alike in appearances, and in the heart," she said softly, reflecting of her facial features, different her hair colour and eyes may be.

"I've never heard of any sorceress before, what should I do?" she asked her.

"She wrote everything she knew in the book, and she enchanted it such that you will be able to understand it, regardless of the language it was written," she sat beside her. "Trust in yourself child... be true... now let us come to the fifth hall, you are summoned," she held Melody's hand and led her towards their destination. Melody held the rather thick book lovingly with her left hand.

[Elven Daughter]

Thanx Gatsby, the description did help....

[Gatsby]

elven are you posting? cuz i was planning on posting something next, i have something almost done if that's cool with you
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

no, I'm waiting for u

[Gatsby]

The bell tower tolled once, her company and the king were now officially late. Four of them had arrived and were trying to busy themselves in the tiny room; Sauron and Gellahir studied the large map of middle earth, and Eldarion cleaned his knife. Gatsby on the other hand sat in a chair glancing anxiously at the door every two seconds, fearing that Aragron would walk in and find that he had to wait for the other members to arrive, which was not a wise thing to make him do. She leaned back in her chair and sighed, she wished that she had brought a book.

“You told them the fifth hall correct?” Gatsby asked impatiently

“Aye, Farielle said she would be right down and Arwen went to get Melody for me; it is no folly of mine that they are not here.” Gellahir said as he leaned in to get a better look at the Misty Mountains.

“Do not worry Gatsby, my father has not yet arrived, so they have not missed anything.” Eldarion added attempting to sooth her restless spirit; but it could not be helped, she grumbled and pulled a knife from her boot… her fingernails needed to be cleaned anyway.

In a few minutes Farielle arrived looking radiant even in a plain ice blue gown but she was not alone, Thalion strode in behind her. Thalion struck gatsby as a peculiar looking elf, not that he wasn’t fair, for he was indeed. But he was more muscular than most elves; a bit more rugged looking. She had expected him to look so; she had heard many tales of his victories and skills. Gatsby had only met him for a few moments the other night and greatly desired to speak to him; seeing as though they had nothing else to do, Gatsby saw it as the perfect opportunity to do so.

“Thalion, I wanted to congratulate you on you victory along the Langwell River; from what I hear that was no small doing.” Gatsby said returning her knife to her boot.

“Indeed it was not” Thalion laughed, “Since I see you here, I assume that the battalion of riders you lead broke the orc line?”

“After a day and I half we did.” Gatsby said recalling the unpleasant battle that occurred 5 months ago.

“I have heard a great deal about you Gatsby.”

“From who?”

“I have served with each of your brothers at some point; and many times with this royal brat!” Thalion cried gesturing to Eldarion, who laughed and embraced his friend, “Eldarion, it has been long my friend; tell me why I have not seen you in the fields?”

Eldarion glanced at the ground awkwardly, racked his mind looking for a reasonable excuse, he did not want to tell his friend that he had been escorting his sisters around for a year. “Well Thalion, you see I was, uh-“ thankfully Aragorn Arwen and Melody entered the room and Eldarion was rescued. They all bowed to the king a queen as was customary, but Aragorn waved his hand bidding them to stop.

“I apologize for being late, I had to speak with one of my daughters about her conduct last night,” He said as he slipped into a chair, “Gatsby, Farielle, Melody I apologize for Gandlamirwen’s rudeness, she routinely disappoints me.” The fellowship, following Elessar’s example took their places. Melody sat down next to Gatsby and laid a large thick book down on the table; Gatsby looked at it with puzzeled eyes, where had she gotten that?

“Melody, what is that pray tell?” she whispered

“Oh… nothing” Melody said quickly, laying a protective hand on it’s cover. Gatsby let it be and directed her attention towards the king

“I have summoned you here to set out on a quest that may very well decide the fate of Middle earth; I know that already your fellowship has suffered misfortune and I commend you on making it this far. But I am sure that by now you are all anxious to find out what you must do, so will not waste any more time.” Aragorn took a deep breath and continued, “As you all know, when the one ring was destroyed Sauron was destroyed with it…”

“Not entirely” Gatsby murmured

“But the evils that he bred behind the black gates remained and were still a threat to the people of middle earth. To prevent them from escaping Mordor, Gandalf the Gray cast a spell on the gates preventing anything and everything from going in or coming out. But as with all magic, there is always something to undo it; in this case a key was made with the power to unlock the gates. The key was entrusted to a guardian, and taken to a remote settlement by the sea; there it remained safe for many years. But recently a fleet of Corsairs raided the town and the key was taken. I do not think the Corsairs were aware of what they took or know it even now; but they are no fools, they will discover it’s true origins before long. They would like nothing more than to see Gondor fall; when they do discover it there is no telling what they may do.
Lady Gatsby and Sauron will lead the company to the City of the Corsairs, you will recover the key and return it to Minas Tirith.” When Aragorn had finished not a word was said, silence clenched the room. Gatsby finally broke the silence

“My lord, I’m sorry to ask you this but; this mission seams to be far too important to entrust in a company whose members are so young. Shouldn’t a more experienced captains head this mission?”

“Gatsby, you and Sauron are two of my most capable captains. You have my trust and most importantly, no one will suspect you. This mission must be secretive; we must make sure the Corsairs suspicions are not aroused… I couldn’t be more pleased with who you have chosen to join you, you seem even less likely.” Gatsby and Sauron nodded, deciding to take it as a compliment

“We will see it done, lord.” Sauron said

“Good, now all I desire to know is if there are any additions to your fellowship since you’ve arrived in the city.”

Thalion looked over at Gatsby and Sauron, looking for their approval; they nodded back at him resolutely. Thalion stood up and cleared his throat

“I am Thalion; I pledge my sword to the company.” Elessar thank him for his pledge, it was then that Eldarion mustered up all his courage and stood up as well; he was going, he cared not fro his father’s permission.

“I am Eldarion; I pledge my sword to the company.” Eldarion said sternly looking straight into Aragorn’s eyes; which had grown dark with anger and frustration

No one in the room spoke; the stare between the father and the son would not allow it.

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[Gatsby]

thanx elven!! take it away!
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle's tense face relaxed with delight when she knew Thalion was going. Ignoring completely what the others would say, she stood and kissed Thalion, happy she would not have to face any more bad news alone. If only her brother was known to be well, she could be at peace.

Farielle turned to address the company. "I do have something to say," she said quietly, praying for strength. "My brother Celeborn has disappeared. I will only say this. They do not believe him dead, and if and when he comes back, dead OR alive, my obligation is to my family. I would just have you know this..." her eyes lowered, hating the thought of having to leave Thalion again, even if it meant joy. It could just as well mean sorrow...

[Elven Daughter]

kinda short, but sufficient for now... hehe

[Sauron]

Hey guys, I guess it's my turn:

Sauron stood, facing the king. "My King, before I forget. I saw in the main hallway a painting of Legolas(Thalion and Sauron gave each other a spiteful glance at Legolas's name) and Gimli, Is it true that they will visit the city?" "Yes Indeed, They will arrive at sunrise tomarrow" "Then I ask, If by their will, to join us" "I would see no other way..." Aragorn answered.

When the Meeting was over, Sauron stopped Farielle in the hall. "Listen....I...I want you too know," Sauron coludn't help but gaze into those beautiful elven eyes. "I'm Sorry about yesterday, I.. was not myself. And Also, I'm glad you have a elf like Thalion for a um...a friend" Though Sauron didn't mean it deep down in his heart.

[Lady Melody]

And how am I supposed to carry my ancester's book? Melody mused to herself. It's weirdly large, but bringing along something bulky, valuable as this is, would be impractical, not to mention the questions they will have of it... She sighed. She wasn't that innocent to not notice that there are something unusual going on between the father and son. She considered about probing their minds and make the long ordeal short, but decided against it, messing with royalty would get her hide skinned.

"Father, I wish to go," Eldarion said firmly but still with respect to his father. Aragorn gave a long cold hard look at his son.

"Nay," he answered curtly.

"But Father..." he tried to reason with his father. Melody decided that king or no king this has got to end.

"Uh, your Majesty..." she said tentatively. "I get to go, so it won't be fair for him you know," she said with a rather symphatetic note, knowing how Eldarion felt about being left out. "And anyways... there's us.... and anyways, Rule Number 2: We will look out for one another; if Gatby sees or hears anyone deliberately endangering the mission or another member of the company, he or she will pay," she recited almost like a boy scout would. Gatsby bit her smile, looking fondly at the young child. King Elessar looked upon the young child almost in disbelief, she was casually speaking to him, defending his son, who is a man and liable to do so by himself. He glanced questionably to his wife who merely smiled knowingly in return, which puzzled him more.

"Oh, anyways... I'd bet you'd be bringing along Legolas and Gimli to our company anyways... and they can watch your son, your Majesty," that startled the King. Gellahir, Gatsby, and Sauron gave her a warning look, and knowing that perhaps she had gone a tad too far, she innocently looked at the King.

"Very well, child," he said, studying Melody intently who was now occupied with feeling the writings on the book with her hands."I will consider your reason, we.." he looked sideglanced at his son, "will continue this later."

Farielle stated her cause, and the King nodded. "You are free to seek news of your brother during the journey, as long as you did not stray from the main path," he said, justly giving peace to Farielle's troubles.

Sauron stated his cause, and Melody intently ignored everyone else, she already knew what was needed anyway, and studied her book. She read with delight, learning her first spell from the book.

"I'm Sorry about yesterday, I.. was not myself. And Also, I'm glad you have a elf like Thalion for a um...a friend" said Sauron. Melody's unwavering attention snapped back to the conversation.

"That is forgiven, Sauron, but have caution and stay true to yourself. It does not matter, and if should the foul spirit plague you, my friend, we have a mind-reader in our midst," she said.

"Sorceress," said Lady Arwen softly, announcing her publicly to the company, it is well that they know of her true lineage now. It will aid them in many ways. There was suddenly gasps of surprise, mostly disbelief than pleasant surprise.

"Does my hearing fail me, or that you are telling me, your Highness, that my little sister is a sorceress?" Gellahir said loudly amidst the sudden uproar.

"Sorceress?" Farielle echoed in disbelief. Sauron merely gave Melody an undistinguishable dark look, while Eldarion and Thalion stared hard at her.

"Don't look at me, I just knew myself," she said, protectively hugging her closed book. Speculative eyes stared at her, while she merely looked innocent and silenced herself.

"We will resume our meeting tomorrow, with the arrival of Legolas and Gimli," King Elessar said, ending their meeting. They left the room conversing with each other, Thalion and Farielle doting on each other, Eldarion tense while Gatsby tried to calm him and talk him out of worrying, while Gellahir looked down on her firmly berating her about his ignorance of the matter while she explained. Sauron studied Melody intently, she was gicing an annoyed look at Gellahir, and noticed something others had not.

Her book had shrunk to the size of a small pocketbook, and she was holding it in her palm.

[Gatsby]

hey guys,
i don't think i'm going to have time to post today so elven, sauron, chibi go ahead... keep my character going and yeah keep it going 'yo'
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

When Sauron apologized Farielle could only look to him with pity for the burden he had to carry. The truth was, she was a bit afraid of him, and knew it was because of the ring that The Dark Lord's power was focused on her.
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After the council Farielle went to walk in the garden. The shadows grew longer as dusk grew near. The scent of flowers lingered in the air, like a golden memory of a dream. Roses climbed the garden walls, intermingled with ivy. Along the path beautiful narcissi and rare white tiger lilies grew gracefully, bending and swaying with the slightest breeze.

Farielle had loved gardens as long as she could remember. Her first memory all those long years ago was waking up from the peaceful sleep of a child to find herself in the arms of her mother on a sunny afternoon. They were in Galadriel's favorite garden, where her most prized an beautiful flowers grew. The beautiful spring surrounded and filled her with joy that, at that small age, was the most wonderful thing.

Suddenly Farielle awakened. She had not realized that she had fallen asleep. When she looked around she saw that she lay among beautiful white flowers that smelled sweeter than honey.
She then saw who had shaken her. Thalion stood over her, his eyes warm. "I've been looking for you, Minjonet." He still called her by that pet name. Minjonet meant small blue flower. She smiled.

"Thalion, aren't you glad you will be seeing your father again?"
Farielle asked, happy that she would she Legolas and Gimli. "I prefer not to think of him, you know that." Thalion answered stiffly. Farielle sighed. "I think it's ridiculous that you don't even talk. You've never even told me what the quarrel was about." "There was none, and you know I never will..." Thalion replied, then he abruptly changed the subject. "Arwen requested to see us privately... that is, without the rest fo the company."

[Gatsby]

homework didn't take as long as i'd feared!

Eldarion stood fuming outside the fith hall after all had parted; He ranted about his father to her fiercly in a soft whisper most of his words were spat out with such anger and contempt that gatsby could not understand them... all she could do was nod and attempt to pacify his frustrations.

As much as she desired to stay with Eldarion there were many things that required her attention; supplies needed to be prepared, a course to be plotted, she had things to discuss with each member of the fellowship as well. She needed to know what Farielle had meant by 'my obligations are to my family’; did she mean she would abandon the mission if her brother was found? Melody had been revealed as a sorceress, of course Gatsby would want to leanr more of that... and Sauron they needed to plan, and more importantly she wanted to make sure all was well within his mind. But as important as these things were she could not leave Eldarion in such a state, she remained listening to his enraged bantering.
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Gatsby knew not how long she sat with eldairon in the cramped hallway, she cared not, she was just relieved that Eldarion's rage had subsided. But Gatsby did care that the stone floor on which they sat was not at all comfortable, she sighed and shifted herself slightly... they were waiting for Elessar they would not stray until they had spoken with him.

Thankfully in a few moments Aragorn emerged from the fifth hall with Arwen in tow, he carried with him a tall stack of loose papers and scrolls; they looked as though they would topple in any second. Gatsby hurried to her feet but Eldarion ascent was far slower... Aragorn sighed with frustration and smiled at Gatsby

"Nacilwen! These are all the known maps of the southern lands that exist in my house," Aragorn said handing her the papers, "I trust they will be sufficient enough to plot a course?"

"I should hope so my lord! Sauron and i will have to split them up or we'll never cover them all!" she said laughing tensely her eyes darting back and forth between Aragorn and Eldarion, she prayed that someone would break the awkward silence... finally Aragorn did

"Eldarion I know that your skills have not been used during the past few months..." He said calmly

"Over a year father." Eldarion added curtly, Aragorn continued

"But I need your council Eldarion, your presence is far more needed here."
Gatsby decided it was the only moment she voice her own opinion before the impending argument became too heated

“With all due respect sire; we need him with us. Not only to we require his skills as a soldier, but as a tracker, and lore keeper. Eldarion has a vast knowledge of the Corsairs and the southern lands; he understands their ways and more importantly how they think. I require such knowledge to ensure the safety of the company.” She said sternly, but at the same time fearing what the king may say to her

“As I recall Gatsby you were just as good a student as Eldarion in such areas.” The king said

“Do not flatter me Sire; Eldarion’s knowledge is far superior to mine.” Gatsby laughed, even though it was more or less true. Eldarion smiled at her, thankful she was there to support him. Eldarion returned his gaze to his fathers aging eyes.

“Father… I know that you fear for me; but I must tell you that those feelings are unwarranted.”

“Unwarranted!” Aragorn scoffed, “You almost died, Eldarion. When I heard you were wounded, I stayed awake for 12 days waiting for word of your condition. All the while the people were singing laments for you; my heart cannot bear to hear them again.” Arwen and Gatsby exchanged looks; they knew better then to interrupt a quarrel between two lions.

“You speak as though I were a child! I am a captain of Gondor…” Eldarion growled

“And you are my son!” Aragorn shouted, “above all else you are my son and the heir to the throne, I will not have your life put at risk. I simply will not have it.” A long stare was exchanged between the two men, as though they were peering into each others minds

“You cannot ask me to stand idle forever father,” Eldarion said calmly, his stone as emotionless as a stone, “I will go mad.”

“In times of war, the entire world is mad.” Aragorn sighed, “You will have my final decision tomorrow Eldarion.” With that Aragorn slipped passed his son and stormed down the hall, he could not make his son see. Eldarion’s face remained grave and stern. Seeing her son in such a state troubled Arwen heart, she approached him and put a loving hand on his shoulder.

“Fear not my son; your father will see reason eventually,” She smiled impishly, “Even if I have force him to!” Eldarion managed a weak smile

“Thank you mother.” He said kissing her on the cheek. She looked at the stack of papers that Gatsby held and cringed.

“I see that you two have much to attend to do before the company meets again tomorrow; I leave you to it. I have something I need to discuss with Farielle.” She turned and went down the corridor as her husband had. Eldarion and Gatsby’s gaze went to the papers and their hearts filled with the impending threat of utter exhaustion; there was so much to look over.

“I’ll fetch the tea and Sauron if you can manage the candles.” Gatsby said giving his hand a quick squeeze. Eldarion smiled warmly at her.

“Meet me in back here in an hour. I fear it will prove to be a late night.”

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[Sauron]

Sauron was packing his things when Gatsby walked in. "Didn't I ever teach you to knock?" Sauron barked at her, Gatsby could do little but back away. "I'm Sorry, you didn't need that." He apoglized. "Sauron, we need to talk. He have a stack of Maps to read and plans to make." "I know...it's just,Farielle." "Farielle? what does she have to do with anything?" "I can't get my off of her, Thalion. The last person in the world I thought she would take up with! I feel betrayed, Thalion was my best warrior." "You Love her....Don't you?" "I...Well, Yes, I know she fears me too." "Well, since whenever did The Brave Noble, Fearless Sauron ever have a soft spot?" Gatsby joked "It's easy for you to say, you've had men and boys chase you ever since your childhood. Many a time did I have to protect you from our own warriors." Sauron said, He stood up and contuined to pack. "Sauron, We'll be gone for a few weeks at most, Why pack so much?" "This is my last mission Gatsby, I'm old Gatsby. I know I don't look it but I can feel it in my heart, The Dark lord's presence is ever on me, I feel his years. I see battles thousands of years ago...I'm Scared Gatsby....."

[Lady Melody]

An oath from the outside interrupted the two friends. Gatsby instinctively turned, ready to defend herself, a habit she has from her years as a swordsmaiden.

"Sorry, I heard both of you are going to plan our paths, so I came to sort of help you out," Gellahir said apologeticly, as she recovered from almost tripping over a certain mutt that sped under his feet.

"Did your father not teach you to knock?" said Sauron gruffly, recalling his old fellow captain, Olam.

"He did, but I never listened," Gellahir grinned recklessly.

"Well..." sighed Gatsby "... the maps are in the study room that the scholars in this castle usually use"

"You mean Eldarion's study room," he said, noticing Gatsby's slightly blushed cheeks. Gellahir's grin turned into a knowing smile. Gatsby decided enough was enough and turned to Gellahir.

"Let us go now, I need to speak to you of certain matters... " she said gesturing Gellahir to follow her, "...we will continue later, Sauron," she said, nodding solemnly towards him. He gave a grunt, and turned back to his former task. Gellahir walked alongside Gatsby towards the study room.

"What is it that you wished to speak of to me, lady?" he asked politely, puzzled at Gatsby.

"What is it about Melody being a sorceress, Gellahir, pray tell. You are her older brother, you should know more," she stated matter of factly.

"Oh, Melody. She's always been different from other girls, thank the Valars. I couldn't stand it if she's like the other girls giggling all the time," he said in chagrin, and noticing Gatsby's arched eyebrow, continued, "It has always been in the woman of our family of being able to read others minds, the townspeople almost tried to burn Grandmother at the stake at the charge of being a witch once," he said after cautiously scanning the place from unwanted eardroppers. "It was Father who stopped them, and he married Mother...they really loved each other," he smiled fondly at the recalled memory of the time when Laurana was still alive.

"So it has been dormant in your line, then. Not that I'm accusing Melody of anything, Gellahir, but I must know considering the grave circumstances of our mission, and what we have went through so far," she explained to Gellahir to gellahir before asking her question, knowing that Gellahir would jump into a dragons jaws before he'd have anyone degrading his little sister. "Have she...ever did anything that has truly endangered anyone else before?" she asked, and paused, knowing the conviction that was in her question. Gellahir tensed, but replied calmly.

"She may have her faults, my lady, but being disloyal or treason was none of them," he said calmly, surpressing his anger since he knew Gatsby to be a woman of worth. "She told me of her unusual behaviour while we were attacked by orcs, milady. She told me, that at that time, she was truly angered and desperate seeing and knowing that physically she could not save you or Farielle, and that the necklace had subconsciously reacted with her anger and caused her dormant powers to be shown. She has nothing in her soul other than care for others, you saw what that sudden outburst of her powers did to her," he gave a long hard look at Gatsby.

"Thank you for telling me this, Gellahir. I mean no ill will towards your sister, I know her to be pure of will and thought," she said softly to Gellahir, who merely nodded in reply.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle had returned to her chambers to pack. She took little, not needing much to survive. She did, however, take one gown, out of last minute whimsy. "If I ever survive to wear it, I will have lived a full life." she laughed to herself.
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"There!" she exclaimed triumphantly to herself. "That's done..." She stood in a daydream for a moment. Then, coming to, she ventured out of her room and went to see Arwen.

She found her in a comfortable sitting room. A fire blazed in the hearth, crackling merrily and lighting, as well as warming, the room. Arwen was reading, but smiled and put down her book when Farielle entered.

"Have Legolas and Gimli reached the city yet, Arwen?" "I do not know, I was absorbed in this text. Farielle crossed the room sat sat next to Arwen, reading over her shoulder. "It's very old, if it's written in such language. I haven't seen a text like this since..."
"Since my father taught you in Rivendell." "Yes, that's right." Arwen's face was happy as she remembered, loosing herself in thought.

Farielle sat quietly, as though not to disturb her. Then she spoke again. "Arwen, do you think I am incapable?"
Arwen stared briefly, then laughed richly. "Dearest, I think you are young... for an elf." she added quickly. "I think you are well learned in lore and battle, something I was myself. It's just experience you lack. My grandmother kept you too closely constricted to let your real talents shine." Farielle laughed. "Surely I don't deserve all this praise!" she teased, but thought over what Arwen had said. Again, a happy silence reigned.

Farielle picked up Arwen's book. "Where were you lucky enough to find this treasure?" she mused, while flipping through the pages. "I was in our library one morning out of boredom... You will have seen our library. No? Well, then... As I was saying, I was in the library when I decided to go to the very top shelf and see what there was to see. Not many bother, because of the high climb, and anyway, only boring things were supposed to be stored there. But knowing how my husband has a way of doing things, I went anyway. Mainly, there were accounting records and such of many cities. But also, there were three of these books. I have read the other two, but this one... This one is prooving difficult." Farielle looked at her questioningly. "Oh no, I can read it, but it's as if it doesn't want to be read. I've never seen anything like it."
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Farielle and Arwen spent the next hour looking through the book for anything important. They didn't find much. Farielle gave Arwen a quick hug as she left. "Thanks for everything Arwen." "It was nothing, auntie..." and so they laughed while parting..

[Sauron]

Sauron left his room in search of Gatsby, but she was no where to be found, then, he saw them....Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and Gimli, The FearLess Dwarf. Legolas saw Sauron and greeted him warmly. "Sauron, good to lay eyes upon you, still the same boy I met in Rivendell, a knife up your leg and a arrow in your boot.." Legolas said, Then Gimli "Master Sauron, gotten tall since our last meeting..." "Well Gimli, you will always be tall in my eyes" They all shared a laugh with that. "Listen, I need to ask you both something" And Sauron told his tale to them, (Leaveing out certain parts) and both argeed to the fellowship. "It warms my heart well, to join you again Sauron" Legolas said.

[Gatsby]

Gellahir began to continue to make his way to the study but Gatsby did not follow.

“There are a few things I must see to before I join you; Eldarion should already be there start with out me, I will be there shortly.” She said, as she strode away not waiting for a reply; Gellahir had not yelled but he still made her regret asking him if Melody could be trusted. She did trust Melody, she trusted her more with each passing day but the question needed to be asked, it would be useless to try and avoid it. She navigated her way through the halls heading for the kitchen to get a pot of tea, her mind busy with thoughts of possible routes the company could make; suddenly she realized that she was no where near the kitchen… she found herself standing in front of Sauron’s chamber.

Gatsby’s mind trailed to the conversation she had had with Sauron before Gellahir had walked in; it almost felt as though it didn’t happen. To her Sauron had always been solid as a rock and true as steel blade he carried, never doubting himself for a moment or admitting defeat… not for moment. But now it became clear that that reality was faltering; something had happened inside Sauron’s mind, a switch had been turned and she could see no way to undo it…her rock was eroding. Gatsby approached Sauron’s door with every intent on knocking but just before her knuckles met the wood she stopped. She knew not what to say to her old friend, she had seen the sorrow, fatigue, and restlessness in his eyes and she did not yet have the words to take it away. She breathed deeply and covered her eyes with her callused hands; Gatsby could not speak to him know, she needed time to think about what he had said and what council she would offer his fear. She stepped back from the door and continued down the hall, she still needed to speak with Farielle.

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Gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Melody cradled the book on her lap, while she concentrated on the empty space on the table in front of her. Jenna was busy darning or sewing, happily on her rocking chair. So far, she has already seen Melody doing nothing but studying a large book that seems to dissapear and reappear itself to suit Melody's current interests, not that she minded too much, as the child seemed harmless.

"Ah!" a delighted cry came from her, and Jenna looked up towards her charge. She was apparantly holding a small item, and before she could say anything about it, the child kissed her cheek sweetly;

"I'm going to find Gatsby, I'll be back soon, honest!" she cried as she bolted off, with a certain delighted eagerness about her. Jenna merely shook her head at her childlike behaviour.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle was wandering the halls gazing at the artwork. Beautiful protraits and scenes gave her delight for a time. She was studying a very imperious portrait of a man painted many many years ago when she heard voices. They were all familiar, but she could only place one. Sauron's. Then she realized who the other voices belonged to.
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"Legolas! Gimli!" Farielle cried in delight as she rounded the corner. She hugged Legolas. He smiled. "Little Farielle, not so little anymore..." He held her at arms length. "You look just like your mother in more ways than one. But you have your father's chin, I see." Farielle laughed. "Am I a portrait to be studied?" she teased. Legolas smiled. "Would you have happened to see... my son..." he finished as Thalion came around the corner.

Thalion took one look at Legolas and tunred, but Farielle ran and caught his arm, whispering to him. "Please, for my sake. You must talk to him..." Thalion shrugged her off and continued.
Farielle turned, shaking her head, hiding the hurt in her eyes. "I suppose I have." she said to Legolas.

[Gatsby]

Her brow furrowed with thought and her lips moving silently Gatsby did look a bit strange as she walked down the corridor. her thoughts of their future course moved wildly in her mind, should they stay on the main path or should they find their own way? There were mighty rivers to cross, how would they manage them? Pelargir was on the way should they stop there? How was the city of the corsairs itself set up? But as though her mind was wrapped in thought her eyes and ears looked for signs of Farielle; who she had been searching for in vain for roughly a half an hour. At this rate I’ll be up all night looking at thoughs bloody maps! She mumbled to herself, debating whether to give up her search and let Farielle find her. But as she did she too heard voices up the hall, two belonged to Sauron and Farielle with out a doubt but identifying the others took a few more moments of thought… “Legolas and Gimli have arrived” she sighed, a smile growing on her face. She continued her steady pace towards the voices.

Thalion was walking towards Gatsby as she neared the voices, she opened her mouth to ask him if you knew where Farielle was but she took one look at his enraged face and decided against it. What’s made him so cross? she wondered, but it was quickly put out of her mind as she turned the corner; there stood Farielle, Legolas, Gimli, and Saruon but not in the mood she expected. They stood in an uncomfortable silence, as though they were trying to skirt and issue but none knew the appropriate way of going about it. Gatsby was in no mood to deal with what ever it was, later perhaps but not now. A set of bright elven eyes flashed in her direction glittering ever so slightly in the sunlight, they were as gray as a storm cloud and unmistakably Legolas’s.

“Gatsby! My word you look…” He said smiling recklessly as she approached, “Terrible, honestly are you felling well.”

“Legolas Gimli, for a moment I thought you two were corpses… the light is playing tricks on my eyes.” She said her smile just as wicked as his

“I wouldn’t worry too much about your eyes if I were you; it is that knot on the top of your head that worries me.” Gimli added chuckling to himself. Gatsby was not so amused by that last remark and struck him lightly on the shoulder, but quickly embraced him to compensate.

“I trust you had a safe journey?” She said as she hugged Legolas

“Unbearably safe if you ask me” the dwarf sighed

“Indeed; but I should think that we’ll long for a dull journey by the time the southern lands are through with us!” The elf said excitedly

“So you will joining our company?” Gatsby asked

“Of course we are!” Legolas cried

“To make certain that you and Sauron don’t do anything foolish.” Gimli muttered, Gatsby laughed and looked over at Sauron; but his gaze was occupied with Farielle. It wasn’t a gawking or drooling kind of look nor was it a blank stare; it was thoughtful and warm, hinting at the longing he had for her. To Gatsby, Sauron’s feelings had been as obvious as the sun in the sky, but the others did not see it, Farielle least of all. By the Valar and the infinite wisdom of the elves, how can she be so blind!! Gatsby mind cried. What a pitiless irony, after years of drifting and fighting alone, the one woman that he would give his heart to would be in love with another. After all he had done for the world, Sauron did not deserve it. She wanted to shout at the top of her lungs about the injustice of it all; but at the same time she knew it was not her place to reveal the secrets of Sauron’s heart, she had every confidence that he would tell her when he was ready. Gatsby sighed, remembering what she had come to do.

“Farielle, may I speak to you for a moment alone? There is something I need to discuss with you.” She asked taking Farielle’s arm; seeing as though Gatsby’s request was not optional she excused herself from the group and allowed Gatsby to lead her down the hallway.

“What is it that you would like to discuss?” Farielle asked

“At the council you said that when you received word on your brother’s condition your obligation was to your family… I ask only what you meant by that phrase.” She asked calmly, looking straight into the elf’s cheerful eyes.

“Oh of course” Farielle began, “what I mean is…”

“GATSBY!!” Melody cried as she tore down the hallway, clearly very excited, but about what Gatsby could not tell. Unfortunately Gatsby was had little patience left, she was going on very little sleep and was facing a insufferably long night; but for Melody’s sake she put her mood aside and smiled.

“What warrants such haste Melody?” Gatsby asked. But Melody said nothing, she merely smiled and revealed what she held in her hands

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[Lady Melody]

Note: I won't allow it ElvenDaughter... stick to the book, Legolas DID NOT marry nor have any sons... just make him a sister-son or brother-son something like that (nephew to Legolas).

"Look!" she said, showing the small item to Gatsby. It was a crystal clear locket made in the shape of what she could've sworn to be...

"It's a teddy bear!" she said beaming at Gatsby. Gatsby was untterly at loss at what to do, Sauron was for once distracted from Farielle, and the two newcomers looked at her in amused interest.

"And who might this child be?" asked Gimli in his rather gruffy voice.

"And who are you?" she replied with curiosity, after securing her little gift into Gatsby's hands. Gimli was about to reply when Legolas spoke to her;

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, and my companion here is Gimli son of Gloin," he said, courteously introducing himself. The young girl blinked, and suspiciously scanned their appearance, and then was somehow in a trancelike state for a moment.

"Melody!" Gatsby cried, realizing what Melody was actually doing.

"It IS Legolas and Gimli!" she cried in delight. "Do you mind telling me truly how the fellowship went? I could've asked His Majesty but he's a King and you know I can't probably..." she chattered happily.

"In due time, Melody," Gatsby cut Melody's chattering to save the elf and dwarf from the child's ramblings. "I thank you for the gift, Melody, but now run along, I have things to take care of," she told the dissapointed child.

"Nay, it will be well, now run to your mother, child," said Legolas kindly to Melody.

"My Mother?" she cried in outrage, then gained her composure, "she died when she was giving birth to me and I am going on the mission too so there. I have every right you do," she said stubbornly.

"She's joining us?" cried Gimli, "but she is but a child!"

"I am not merely a child!" Melody said angrily.

"We're going to have a long discussion," muttered Gatsby, looking at the current situation, Legolas and Gimli staring in disbelief at Melody, she giving both of the a defiant look, Sauron back at Farielle's and Thalion giving all of them a grim look.

[Sauron]

"Umm, So Gimli....How are the glitterling caves?" Sauron asked, trying to break the tension. "Very Fine Master Sauron, Though the young dwarves think their too good to work!" "Youth, a CARELESS time in ANYONE'S life." Sauron said, giving notice to Melody. "So am I forgotten? I'm only happen to be the KING of Gondor..." Aragorn said, walking up to the group with Arwen. "Nay, who could forget a face like that??" Legolas said laughing. The Elf and Dwarf both embraced Aragorn and Arwen. "Legolas and Gimli both have argeed to our Fellowship" Farielle said. Though she did not know it, her voice made Sauron's usally strong heart fly. Sauron noticed Gatsby's rather new survey of him, but he didn't care. All he cared about was Farielle, her long hair, her beautiful face, her elvish ears. At that moment, Sauron sliently promised himself he would protect her...Too the bitter end, If she would leave the group, he would follow...Farielle, Daughter of Galaderial and Celeborn, Had just won Sauron's heart.

[Elven Daughter]

Arwen turned to Farielle, no longer smiling. She handed her a letter. Farielle opened it slowly,afraid of what she might see. She read for a few moments, her face going pale. She managed a polite "Excuse me..." then turned and walked quickly towards the stables.

There, Farielle left a message with the paige for Gatsby.
I have not abandoned you, but will be back in a few hours. I must ride outside the city by myself. I will come back...
She threw a cloak around her shoulders and led Vanima out into the stableyard, where it had begun to rain lightly, but chilling all the same. She rode off at a quick pace to the north, disappearing behind the swell of hills.

[Sauron]

Sauron was brought out of his daydream by Farielle's quick leave. He thought quickly, "By your leave my Lord, I wish to go to the blacksmith's shop. i need my sword repaired." Sauron said. "Very well" Aragorn said, turning back to Gimli and Legolas. Sauron made it to Farielle's letter, He knew she wanted alone, but he couldn't help himself. "I will merely follow, and be back before she." He said. He went to the stables and got Redfeet, his favorite horse. Then with that, Sauron went after Farielle, Into the white hills of Gondor.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle rode for an hour or more, heading straught for the high hills. There, she knew, lay the hidden city of Silturea, known only to the elves. And within this city lay the Pool of the Dead, which could show the viewer great and terrible things. And she needed to know something so terrible it could shatter her world and also the world of her family.
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As she looked out over the plains where she had just ridden, bare and desolate. Off in the distance she spotted something. Her keen eyes told her that it was a human on horseback. Sauron.

She could see the hills not far away, and she knew Vanima could outrun Sauron easily, especially with the distance between them. She nudged Vanima into a gallop, which the horse thoroughly loved, tossing her head and whinnying.

Farielle reached the low hills in moments. She dismounted and led Vanima off through the brush to the entrance of the hidden city, covering her tracks, and still afraid that Sauron would find them, and all would be lost.

[Sauron]

Sauron could barely keep his somewhat keen eyes on Farielle, untill she disapeared. Sauron slowed Redfeet down, into a trot. "Something troubles her, she is still fearfull of me, and yet, all I want is her love...." he said to himself. "She is right, Her love is Thalion...Not me. My path then is clear....To walk alone, the rest of my life." Sauron finally said. He turned back to Minas Trith, until he saw something....a black wave coming over the hills of Gondor. At least 500 strong...."Wargs!!!" Sauron cried, He took out his bow and readied an arrow. "Redfeet, Fas Turlong!" He cried to the horse, which took of into a fearfull running pace...But with no avil, the wargs and their riders saw Sauron, and came ever faster. "Man Flesh!!!" They cried. Sauron sent one arrow, and a warg fell. Redfeet hit an stone and fell, Sauron, was horseless as the wargs came ever closer.....

[Gatsby]

okay...okay... i'll post tomorrow
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[Elven Daughter]

Farielle was being led through cool dimly lit halls. They reminded her so of her Lorien, one of the reasons she had always loved it here. The handmaid bowed her head and stepped aside, allowing Farielle to pass through the threshold of the garden where the Pool of the Dead was kept.

When she stepped through the door, the scent of flowers was eminent at once. The air shimmered with blue light. The long marble staircase dropped off at both sides tro reveal a long drop to flowers below. Farielle quietly began the long walk down the staircase.

When she reached the bottom she was amid beautiful blue and white flowers. The paved path underneath the willows was peacful as she walked along it. All at once she came to the pool. Mist lingered on it's surface. Farielle carefully walked around to a place where she could see from.

When she looked at the surface of the pool again, the mist cleared. The surface began to swirl in blue and silver streaks. The figure of a beautiful woman arose. Farielle smiled and nodded. The lady of the pool spoke in a bubbly clear voice, so like the water she was made of. "Farielle, back again. I know what you wish to see. I also know something you do not wish to see. Farielle shook her head. "All I want to know is if my brother is safe..."

[Gatsby]

guys... i know i said i would post today but (bad rpg participant bad! *slaps her hand) i found out that we had a power point presentation due today and if you know what power point presentations are you know how evil they are and how time consuming they are... god i hate the week before x-mas... teachers think they can just pour homework and projects and quizes into one week, or day in my case... i have a test, a quiz, a project, and a 5 page paper due on wednesday... the TTT premier and all that... what a bitter sweet day... i'll try really really hard to post tomorrow but yeah i have all that stuff and i have to baby sit but i'll try!
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[Gatsby]

it's a christmas miracle! both of my tests got pushed (one to thursday and the other friday), my project as it turns out isn't due until after the break and my paper is due friday!! i think it's cuz god wants me to look forward to tomorrow and not dread it... TTT tomorrow! any way yeah i can post today
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[Elven Daughter]

cool, lol. I CAN'T WAIT for TTT. But I'm not gonna be able to see it for a while!!! *sob, cry, weep*

[Gatsby]

why is that?
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[Gatsby]

“I am officially out of the loop,” Gatsby stated matter-of-factly to Arwen, when she returned from the stables. They were the only two left, Legolas and Gimli went with Aragorn to catch up, Melody had scampered off some where, Farielle and Sauron… she had not the slightest clue as to where they were or when they would return. Gatsby was less than pleased about this turn of event.

“What do you mean?” Arwen asked

“Do not think me a fool Lady; You know perfectly well what is going on. I saw you give that piece of parchment to Farielle, and now she’s run off on some errand some where.” Gatsby said in a friendly yet somewhat annoyed tone.” And it has come to my attention that Sauron has followed her”

“His love for her is strong.” Arwen whispered, Gatsby looked at her for a moment. She had never known the queen to be so perceptive of people’s emotions, and to see through Sauron’s façade was no small feet. She had to remind herself that she was Undomiel; the blood of the wise flowed through her veins. But even as Gatsby thought this Arwen’s face changed as Gatsby had never seen before. Arwen bright face became grave and concentrated, her eyes looked up as though she were straining to hear a far off voice; but there was none to hear. “I do not begin to deny that I have no more insight into emotions or thoughts than any other elf; but when your company arrived I’ve begun to see events that have yet to occur and I can see into each and everyone of your minds as though I were looking through a window. I know not how this has happened but I must tell you of what I see.” Gatsby sat herself down in a chair never taking her gaze off of Arwen.

“What will tell me Lady.” She asked quietly

“There is much to tell, and the majority of it is better left unsaid. but I will tell you the first thing I thought upon seeing your company. I thought of how well the skills of the three maidens complimented each other, you each brought something to the fellowship the other two did not. Farielle has unrivaled healing powers, Melody the keeper of a lost power, and Gatsby the great warrior.” Gatsby looked around awkwardly, she would hardly describe herself as a ‘great warrior’, and did not know how to respond to it besides her usual approach, self denial.

“I fear they are also fierce warriors Lady; I have little to offer except a bit more experience.” Gatsby sighed

“You must understand something; the deeds of Eowyn, Faramir and their kin during the war of the ring did not go unnoticed to the Valars,” She said staring directly into Gatsby’s unsure eyes, “you and you brethren have the favor of Astaldo and Orome…”

“The valars of war…” Gatsby whispered instinctively even though she knw Arwen was fully aware of who Astaldo and Orome were

“They have given you the gifts needed to make you truly great. The talent of Farielle and Melody in the arts of blade bow and battle are great, but they will never match yours.”


“Lady, I promise you,” she said laughing slightly, “I have no more talent than other captains.”

“That is what chains you from what you could be, you’re infuriating self doubt.” Arwen shook her head in disappointment, “You will have to cast such doubts aside if the mission is to be fulfilled, Nacilwen. For you will be tested. And all who go with you will be tested, for some of them the trial has already begun.” The stood in silence what felt like an eternity to Gatsby, Arwen never once released her from her gaze.

“Sauron will be pleased to hear this, he loves a good challenge.” Gatsby said nervously hoping to get the topic of herself. She sighed with relief when Arwen eyes looked out the open window to the white hills.

“Sauron… he is quite possibly the greatest warrior in middle earth. Aragorn owes Sauron debt that he cannot possibly repay. But his test may be his undoing.”

“I doubt it Arwen, no sword or bow could ever smite him.” Gatsby said laughing at the possibility of him failing.

“I do not deny his abilities; but his test lies not on the battlefield, but in his heart and mind. Do not assume the obvious Gatsby, for often it is not the truth… Melody, Thalion, Gellahir, Farielle, Eldarion… for them I cannot see what test they will face.”

“Eldarion… Eldarion!” Gatsby cried suddenly remembering her promise to meet him in the study; finding Sauron and getting tea had kept Eldarion and Gellahir waiting nearly three hours. “Excuse me Arwen.” Gatsby managed to spit out as she rushed from the chamber and headed up the stone staircase. As she climbed she thought of what Arwen had said to her, she knew the words of the Evenstar would haunt her for the rest of the night.

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p.s where is mel? hmm might p/m her to find out why she's M.I.A

[Lady Melody]

Somehow getting on the wrong foot with Legolas and Gimli, Melody decided that she wasn't needed for now, and agreed to herself that studying her newfound book is better than she was to tolerate any more 'child'-related reasons on why she should stay put in Minas Trith. After walking around the place, however, she forgot her original intent and went off exploring and for once escaping Gellahir's brotherly protectiveness for a while. Both of them could use a break after all.

" Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles...huh?"
Melody's eyes caught on a peculiar sight as she wandered into a tower, which she wasn't supposed to wander off into in the first place. It was a somewhat large and strong wooden door, with a large lock. She wanted to turn back when her curiosity got the best of her after all, and she looked out the window nearby the door.

She saw from afar, yet too near for any comfort, a swarm of black creatures, equally ugly as orcs, different they may be. That was something to look at, and then, she saw something somewhat odd about the dark creatures. One group of them happen to be occupied with pulverizing something, or someone, and it looks as if his luck is running thin, since he was undoubtfully outnumbered, and he won't last very long either. She ran down the stairs, alerting the first guard she saw.

[Sauron]

Sauron did all he could to keep back the wargs and their riders. He managed to get a rider and he hopped onto his Warg, "Easy...Easy" Sauron said, He put another arrow into a warg. But finally, Sauron the great was overtaken, An orc jumped onto Sauron's warg and cut his arm, Sauron fell off and was near passing out, when he saw a rider, a white horse. "Farielle..."He said to himself. He pulled himself up and cried "No Farielle, Just Go!!" But Farielle kept killing orcs until she too was taken captive. They were brought together and were thrown on the ground. An huge Orc stepped forward. "We have done what we were told, Get the great warrior and the elf who healed him.."He said, quoteing the dark lord which he served. "Let's go, before more filthy riders come!" Another said. Suddenly Farielle's words entered Sauron's head. Oh, No! what have we done? He replied: We? What We? I told you to go and get the others!
You would have been killed!
Better Me than you! Sauron said. They both were placed on an huge warg, With Farielle in front of Sauron. They both were scared, but Farielle finally went to sleep, laying on Sauron but he was too busy to sleep, he had to figure out a way to get him, and his love out of his mess, As they, and their captors rode into the dark of the night.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle's dreams were whirls of thought and confusion. She had been about to see what she wished in the Pool of the Dead, when an urgent call had come. She had gone to the battlefield immediately, only managing to get them captured. One thought stayed strong throughout her tumultous dreams.

I left the mirror without seeing....

(I know, It's short, but ya know...)

[Lady Melody]

Oh, yeah... I watched TTT today (19th Dec. Malaysian Priemere... aaahh... maan.... not gonna spoil it for you guys ^_- but it was darn good....)

Please continue with the story....

[Elven Daughter]

I WANNA SEE IT!!!! Legolas is supposed to be really cute!!!

[Sauron]

I saw it yesterday.......:)

[Gatsby]

saw it yesterday... BRILLIANT!!
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[Gatsby]

oh and elven... legolas does this stunt on the horse and i wanted to DIE it was so hot... aragorn's wicked cute too... why haven't you gone to se it yet?
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[Sauron]

Are you talking about the battle with the Wargs? when he jumps on Gimli's horse? BTW, Gimli is really funny in this one!!! "By the way, don't tell the elf!"

[Gatsby]

oh yeah, that was amazing i almost didn't believe he did that ugh get chills thinking about it! and yeah he was halarious... and did any else notice that Legolas said a line in the movie that i wrote in a post? (it wasn't the same thing but really close)
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[Gatsby]

oh yeah, that was amazing i almost didn't believe he did that ugh get chills thinking about it! and yeah he was halarious... and did any else notice that Legolas said a line in the movie that i wrote in a post? (it wasn't the same thing but really close) we're getting way off topic, sauron did you get my pm?
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[Lady Melody]

Plenty of touching moments... love the ending best (Don't spoil the movie for Elven Daughter will you?)

[Elven Daughter]

I am going to see it Sunday night with my friends!!!! HOORAY!!!! lol, but anyhow, let's get back to the RP! I've already read the book, like, a million times so I know what happens, but I've always been a visual person, so the movie will make it ten times better!

[Gatsby]

right elven, i'll post next!
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[Elven Daughter]

ok, cool. Hey, BTW, if you guys wanna know more about the history of Farielle, I'm writing a fic called "Concealed Sunshine." Go read it. Gatsby, you're in it later on. *Hint, hint: big secret may be reavealed* lol

[Gatsby]

cool :)!!! of course i'll read it... we rpgers have got to support each other!
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[Gatsby]

The light of the sun finally withdrew behind the white hills and Minas Tirith was entombed in the purple gray of dusk. The mighty sounding of a horn echoed through the city, signaling the changing of the tower guard and the torches were lit in the house of Telcontar. Gellahir, Eldarion and Gatsby knew not of this, for their attention was occupied with the maps and scrolls that covered the large oak table in the prince’s study chamber; the afalas tea had long since become cold and their course was no where near set.

Gatsby stretched her arms wearily and stared at the piece of parchment that was laid out in front of her, racking her drained mind for the best course. She had never been to the southern lands before, very few had. Of course she had read about them and studied them, but after years of travel Gatsby had learned that reading of a realm on the page is completely different from actually walking within it’s borders.

“Alright, so far we are to travel south to the Crossing of Erui,” Eldarion said using a knife to review their course on the large map of middle earth that hung from the wall, “then we continue south to Pelargir, Gondor still has good relations with them we should be able to rest and replenish our supplies…”

“Ay but what from there?” Gellahir asked leaning back in his chair

“There are a hundred things to consider… Anduin must be crossed, I do not know how we accomplish such a feet.” Gatsby sighed pouring herself a cold cup of tea

“One thing is for certain,” Eldarion muttered staring at the map resolutely, “South of Pelargir, at some point we must abandon the road. This mission is to be undisclosed; we cannot simply waltz up to the City of Corsairs on the main road.”

“Then there is another thing, how the devil are we to know where the bloody key is in the first place?” Gellahir asked impatiently.

“The Corsairs, although a brutal people, are by nature a meticulously organized people.” Gatsby explained pulling out a map of the city, “I have read that they keep the stolen wares from each ship in separate vaults, which are located in th heart of the city”

“Much like the dwarves, they do not use what they posses...” Eldarion continued

“The only information we need to acquire is the name of the ship that raided the town…” Gatsby said suddenly realizing the improbability of executing such a plan, “if all else fails, Melody most likely will have a spell to help us find it.” she said smiling, she had something else to say but she was quickly interrupted

They first saw Melody tiny figure standing in the door way, her face full of terror and worry, then their ears were filled with the terrible sound of the blaring trumpets; Most of what Melody said then Gatsby could not discern but the words Wargs, Farielle, and Sauron resonated through her head like a scream. Within moments 4 pairs of sprinting legs pounded against the stone floor towards the stables; the desperate call of the trumpets still rang clearly through the troubled night.

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[Lady Melody]

"And I'm in a dress!" mumbled Melody as she made a turn to her chambers to retirieve her weapons. " Not time for it now, dress or no, the horns are blowing!" She ran as fast as she could, mindfully tucking her precious book, now no bigger than her palm safely near her side.

"An attack is at hand, we cannot linger! Come, Gimli!"

"And since when does a dwarf run away from a battle? Do you think that I will falter?" came the reply.

"Legolas, Gimli, the odd duo, wonderful," Melody muttered under her breath.

"Ah, who goes there?" the gruffly voice asked cautiously. She stood in front of them, her sword sheathed, but she held her bow in one hand, an arrow in the other.

"This way to the stables, come!" she said curtly with urgency to both of them.

"Wait, you must stay, a child cannot fight the wargs," Legolas told her firmly. She narrowed her eyes, and just turned towards the stables, running as fast as she could. Knowing that the two companions were not far behind her, she hurried to her horse, Thalion, and saw that he was already saddled for her to ride.

"Melody, ride with me, I will be on the front!" Gatsby called on to her, of which is wordlessly followed, with a serious expression on her face. She had accepted Gatsby as her leader, and she will follow her.

"Find your horses and ride them quickly, or you will miss the battle," Melody said coldly to Legolas and Gimli, merely glancing for a brief while as she spoke. Then, with a word of command from her, Thalion galloped swiftly towards the front. King Elessar was already far leading his army for defence, and Gatsby was catching up to him even as she looked.

"Come, Gimli!" cried Legolas, who already rode on the horse, lifting him bodily up despite his protests.
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"I saw Sauron and Farielle about there," she said pointing towards the spot where it does seem that the foul creatures were occupied.

"Then Gatsby, lead 2 legions of my men there and attack them from where the can see you, I will lead the rear attack," said King Elessar, after hearing Melody's hurried description and concern of her friends.

Melody started to follow Gatsby's lead when the King's hand came on her shoulder, holding her from moving.

"You shall come with me, along with my trusted companions," he said, gesturing towards her back. She turned her head, and found to her utter dismay and mortification, the elf and dwarf looking quite ridiculous atop the horse.

"With them?" she said, her face betraying her calm voice.

"We will surround the wargs, and they will lead you to the southern side, no wargs shall ever live to tell of our battle here," the king said in determination, knowing her dislike of both of them. It is well that she would learn to cooperate with them, for their upcoming mission. He gave some orders and description of what to be done to Legolas and Gimli briefly, and then he waited firmly, for Gatsby's part to be acted on.

[Lady Melody]

You know, for some reason since I'm dead bored, I've been searching for Haldir Fanfic for once (since I'm sick and have ran out of completed Legolas Fanfic) and I'll give you the stats of my search, just for kicks.

Yahoo: 472 websites
Google: 517 pages
Ask Jevves: About 6-7 pages... they didn't show the full number of websites.

And the fact that most of it is adult content (Ugghhh...) or slash (*slaps forehead*)

I really do feel sorry for the poor guy... Anyways, anyone have a good suggestion about the matter?

[Gatsby]

mel you changed your name!
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[Sauron]

I guess I'll post next,
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Sauron slipped in and out of reality, that fall from Redfeet really hurt his head. He looked around, the reality hitting him. It had been a rough night, He couldn't understand how Farielle could sleep. He gently roused her, "Farielle, wake up...I know where their taking us, back to Mordor." "How do you know this?" She asked, sitting up. "I heard them talking, Sauron, it seems, has found refuge in Ephel Duath, the Mountains of Shadow." He answered. "Sauron, we need to do something..If we get to Mordor....The Mission!" She said with worry. "I know, Here, give me your sash" He whispered. Farielle did so, as he asked. Farielle saw Sauron in a new light, He was unfearfull, Brave. Farielle then knew why Gatsby looked to him. Sauon quicky threw the sash on the ground, Many Wargs tramped over it...."Please Gatsby" Sauron said, as Farielle fell back to sleep in Sauron's arms....

[Gatsby]

i believe it's elven's turn to post
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[Lady Melody]

Actually it your side of action I'm looking foward to Gatsby... ^_^

Yeah, changed my name... sounds a bit offending to people for some reason... *scratch head* Chibi is seriously what I'm called in real life....in referrance to my size... -_-

Oh, well...

[Gatsby]

i have no idea what chibi means in real life but what ever, i liked your name then and i like your name now... i'm working on my post though... should be up by the end of tonight!
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[Elven Daughter]

Bonjour! I'm back! Guess who got the extended edition of FOTR for an early Christmas present!!!!! hehe. I'm also going to see TTT tomorrow! yay!

[Gatsby]

yeah where did you go? i was wondering where you were, you're behind on your posts little lady :)... and isn't the extended version great? loved the extra lorien scenes
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[Gatsby]

GAtsby wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the other laid restlessly on the hilt of her sword. The heat of the midsummer night had stolen the coolness from the metal and offered little comfort to the regiment of soldier who stood anxioulsy waiting for their orders. the wargs on the distant field waited also, licking their wretched lips in anticipation of blood. Gatsby's steally eyes lingered on the dark forboding mass for a moment before she returning them to Aragorn.

"The clamp and vice." She said resolutley, "the enemy set themselves up perfectly for it."

"Just as i was thinking." Aragorn nodded, recalling the old numenorean attack. The clamp and vice attack was simple but effective. Separate the forces in two, attack from opposite sides, sending the flanks out first before closing in on the middle cutting off any hope for escape. None of the wargs woul live to tell the tale. "Take two legions to the north, wait for my signal then send down your flanks." his instructions given aragorn rode to tell the flank leaders of the plan; legolas and gimli not far behind. Melody also turned to go but Gatsby called to her and melody lingered looking anxiously over her shoulder. Gatsby rode up next to her and gazed up at the shining stars.

"Keep your head melody, keep your feet. I will be most displeased if i must save you for a third time." Melody's eyes flashed with light as a smile spread across her still young face.

"i do not plan on needing any assistance, if i do fear not for you will be the last i call for." Melody joked as she turned her horse.

"Wait!" Gatsby cried halting her, "there is one more thing. Earlier you gave me a gift." She said gesturing to the locket that hung on a chain along with her family crest. " now i must repay such generosity." She threw a tiny silver ring into the air which fell lightly into melody's open hand. "My mother gave it to me the day i left home," she explained "She told me it carried her hopes dreams and prayers for me, i now pass them to you. keep it safe for it is dear to me." GAtsby laid a caring hand on Melody's shoulder, "i will see you on the other side." and with that she urged Alogoss North and melody tunred to the south.

Despite the thundering sound of hooves against the fertile earth, the riders of gondor moved through the night like phantoms. Eldarion, Thalion and Gellahir road beside her shouting plans and assignment back and forth until they were set. Eldarion would lead the left flank, Gellahir the right, Thalion and gatsby woul manage the middle.

in 20 minutes or so they had steathily made their way to the north side of the field and divided the troops into three divisions and the four companions prepared to take their positions.

"Aragorn better bloody look after melody or so help me... "Gellahir's last words were lost to the wind as he rode off to the right flank. Gatsby and Eldarion watched him go sharing his worry for the young girl; but they put it out of their minds for the moment.

"Im mel le Eldarion." Gatsby murmered so only he could hear

"Im mel le Gatsby" Eldarion looked at her lovingly, "i will see you on the other side." he siad urging his horse into a gallop and headed down the line.

Gatsby and Thalion stood silently side by side. She wanted him with her for he was greatly distracted by worries for Farielle. Gatsby too worried for the maiden and for Sauron. she prayed they had made it safely to where ever they were going and were not met by the warg hoard; though a feeling in her heart told her it was not so. but nothing would be known until the battle was won. Gatsby watched and waited for the king's signal.

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[Lady Melody]

Melody studied Gatsby's gift, tucking in with her book in a secret pocket, softly singing to herself in happiness.

"Stay close, little one. We do not want you harmed in the battle, we have not the time nor will to save you," Gimli's warning voice rang like an annoying bell in her head.

"I can take care of myself very well, Master Dwarf"

"Not in a dress you would not," laughed Gimli which earned a smile from Legolas, and a look of total loathing towards both of them.

"Now there you are!" Gellahir's voice said in relief. "I have searched for you!"

"Gellahir!" she suddenly had a lovely idea inside her head, and gestured Gellahir towards her, then she whispered something in his ear.

"Certainly not!" he said out loud.

"Please, Gellahir..." she asked innocently.

"Father said that I should stay with you!" as a last resort, Melody gave him a look of total innocence and fluid child-likeness that Gellahir faltered at last.

"Which way?" he sighed heavily. Melody pointed towards the direction where Gatsby was.

"Take care of yourself, you'll be safe as long as you stay with his Majesty, and also Legolas and Gimli," he said, putting his hand fondly atop her head, and galloped quickly away to where he was requested to go.

"What did you say to him, child?" King Elessar asked with an arched eyebrow to her, enquiring an answer. She just stared at Gellahir's hooves, unmoving while she answered.

"Gatsby," and he understood.

"Twill be more likely that you shall be the one who needs to be aided," Legolas suggested blandly.

"We shall see, my lord. That we shall see," she replied softly, with a stony determination hidden within her heart.

[Sauron]

Sauron became aware that the Wargs had stopped, and were standing in a filed line, ready for attack. Though the mist, he saw riders, with Gondor banners. "Farielle, wake up! They've come!" he said, gently rousing her. "Who's come?" She asked, sitting up. "Gondor!" "How did they find us?" She asked with amazement. "Your Sash I bet.." He repiled. "Listen, we've got to do something, in this mist, the riders may take us for orcs!" He told the elf. Just Then, a horn blowed and The wargs went into a charge. About 30 yards away, The riders were chargeing too! "Sauron! what do we do?" Farielle asked. For once in his life, he didn't know. "We fight" with that, Sauron pulled a knife from his boot, and cut his, and Farielle's bonds, He threw the knife into the neck of another orc, and got back their weapons. Sauron jumped off the warg with Farielle, and dodged more wargs. "Come on! we got to get to the other side!" Sauron yelled. Just then, the last warg turned and started to charge them. Farielle, as quick as lighting, pulled and shot an arrow into the warg's ugly mouth. "Not Bad, She-Elf!" Sauron said jokeing. For once then, Farielle laughed. "Come on" she said, and She and Sauron ran to help their friends.

[Lady Melody]

*swearing* Ahhh... *toot* I forgot I plunkooted Gellahir over there already... shoot! DISREGARD MY LAST POST... I repeat, DISREGARD MY LAST POST...

Here's a remake;

Melody studied Gatsby's gift, tucking in with her book in a secret pocket, softly singing to herself in happiness.

"Stay close, little one. We do not want you harmed in the battle, we have not the time nor will to save you," Gimli's warning voice rang like an annoying bell in her head.

"I can take care of myself very well, Master Dwarf"

"Not in a dress you would not," laughed Gimli which earned a smile from Legolas, and a look of total loathing towards both of them.

"Do not assume too early, I'd most probably beat you in your game," she stated dryly.

"We would welcome another player in our game, but only if you are worthy of it," Legolas said coyly. Melody did not answer, but only stared after the way which Gatsby went. King Elessar, Legolas and Gimli understood the look in her eyes despite her calm face.

"Twill be more likely that you shall be the one who needs to be aided," Legolas suggested blandly.

"We shall see, my lord. That we shall see," she replied softly, with a stony determination hidden within her heart.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle, though she was scared, was excited and glad at the same time. Now she could show her skill as an archer. Taught by Haldir himself, she was skilled. The arrows flew thick from her bow, and countless enemies fell, for her arrows pierced many with one shot. She was forced to stop before her arrows were spent. Now, she knew, was her test for sword combat, in which she was not as skilled as a bow. Her elven sword was drawn. She had no choice now but to fight to the death.

As wargs and orcs surrounded her, she did fight, swinging angrily. An old memory had been brought out of the shadow of her mind, rising undetected until it had consumed her mind. Her sister had been killed, and some of these creatures had probably helped. She would make them pay.

In a spare moment, she took a breath, relaxing the smallest fraction. She saw Gondor's flags, and nodded, smiling, not seeing the orc behind her until too late.

The orc swung his sword as she turned. Eyes wide, she ducked, but not nearly soon enough. The sword caught her in the side, knocking her over, but luckily not killing her. She felt pain wrench through her. She knew the cut would probably be fatal, but at least not right away, but pain was overtaking her. "Where is my healing knowledge now, when I need to save my own life? Curse it, just let me die quickly!" she yelled. Silent tears fell for a moment, but she wiped them away and looked pitifully at the orc who was about to kill her with a single blow.

Suddenly, she saw an arrow catch the orc in the neck, and was barely able to roll away in time as he fell. Realizing her life had been spared, at least for the moment, she smiled. Then she drifted into shadow and knew no more.
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Saw TTT today, and it was awesome. My hottie hero Legolas saved the day again, yay!!!! lol. They kinda mixed up the book and added a lot of new stuff, but it was awesome!

Ok, now who's taking credit for the arrow? hehe, I love complicating things....

[Lady Melody]

Hey, where did everyone went to?? How about letting Gatsby or Gellahir take credit for it? Or Sauron for that matter...

;)

[Gatsby]

i'm always up for glory :) i'll take it... god i am so self indulgent, but yeah i was waiting for elven to post since she hasn't in a while... i should be able to post some time today but i don't know cuz it's x-mas eve and i have stuff to do! but i'lll probably write it out today in a note book and post tomorrow... but yeah evenutally i'll post the bloody thing :)
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

coolness. I really don't care one way or the other about the arrow thing, but it just wouldn't do for me to die now, would it? hehe

[Lady Melody]

I wanna watch TTT again, but the damn pre-reserve thang is full, looks like I've to wake up early tomorrow to try my luck, or I'll have to Die Another Day literally then *sighs*...

[Gatsby]

i got movie tickets for xmas so i'm seeing it a bunch of times!
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

lucky you... hey... isn't anyone continuing the story?

I watched Sweet Home Alabama instead... nice movie... it wasn't as mushy as I thought it was... LOTR tickets are ALL SOLD OUT... *sighs*

[Elven Daughter]

Obviously not, hehe. I can't, and I don't know where you guys are. Anywho, I'm probably going to see it again today. When I got my extended edition FOTR, there is an adult movie pass inside for after the first two weeks of showing. Go me! lol

[Gatsby]

i'm continuing don't worry! i just haven't had the time yet... tonight i swear i'll have something up!
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

HURRY! pleeeeeease!!

[Gatsby]

okay... my family is over today and i think we're going for tea... haven't written yet but formulating it in my mind... it'll be up tonight if i have to saty up till two i swear!
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

oh ya suuuuure ya will, hehe

[Gatsby]

watch me elven watch me... just got back from a movie (catch me if you can) and i am now going to write!
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

uhhhh-huh, riiiiight, hehe, im suuuuure lol

[Gatsby]

i'll fight you elven... :)
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gatsby

[Elven Daughter]

JUST POST BEFORE I, LIKE, HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE!!!!! lol lol

[Lady Melody]

I feel like whacking the whole lot of you... come on... only like 10 days before I'm gone for good, please post something!

Oh, yeah... I forgot to do my homework...

[Gatsby]

alright alright... :) you'd think i hadn't posted in three days... oh yeah i haven't... okay understandable

Gatsby’s eyes followed the arrow’s course as it shot through the air and found the orc’s neck smiting it before the hateful blade could fall; but her arrow was still fitted to the taught bow sting, another counted the fallen orc in their tally. Although surprised and confused Gatsby’s eyes quickly found another target and fell it with in a second, giving her a moment to search for the archer. Through the sea of mounted riders and there dwindling foes she spotted a warrior standing on a great boulder on the edge of the field, his bow bent firing a storm of wicked arrows from where he stood. His raiment was simple and the color of the forest like that of a ranger, but not nearly as jaded; his curly black hair wiped widely in the wind, on his face he wore a faint smile and his eyes concentrated as they focused on a warg rider. At first glance the proud warrior appeared to be Aragorn, but in a few moments Gatsby realized her misreading. Eldarion she murmured smiling herself and firing another arrow. Her heart was glad to see Eldarion in his element; she had forgotten what an efficient marksmen he was, Eldarion had almost forgotten himself.

“Sauron! Thalion!” a faltering voice cried in the dark. Freezing for a moment Gatsby remembered Farielle’s distress; Gatsby searched furiously before she spotted Farielle’s pale garb shining through the night like a beacon. Although Gatsby was not the one called for, she would not stand idle while a member of her company was wounded. A cool breeze caressed her face and Gatsby reached for her sword; she had a keen eye for archery but her true talent lay in steel blades; she would need them to cut a path to the elf.

No sooner had she drawn her sword a warg and its rider came screaming in from the left, but with a quick broad swing of her sword the orc’s dismembered head tumbled to the ground.

“Nirro Lim Alogoss!” she kicked him gently to hasten his pace, but another warg stood in the horse’s path. Gatsby swung again but the hateful orc ducked and made a quick slice in her arm, and looked to make a second blow. Gatsby swallowed the pain and lunged at the orc’s unguarded chest, slipping the tip in between his ribs; She did not linger to see him fall. Gatsby was troubled though, merely looking around she could tell that there was something different about these orcs; they were not as clumsy or as easily slain as she knew orcs to be, they were larger as well. But slipping off her Alogoss she quickly forgot the matter and joined Sauron where he knelt.

“Where did the blade fall?” She asked taking Farielle’s icy hand. Sauron face was twisted with worry and rage as he stroked the elf’s glossy honey hair, barely managing to answer.

“On her side.” He sputtered, nodding at a large gash on which his hand was pressed

“By the valars…” she sighed in astonishment. “She must get back to the city, it is her only hope.” She beckoned Alogoss and placed the reins in sauron’s bloodied hand, Sauron nodded and lifted Farielle’s limp body.

“Come with us.” Sauron said as he placed Farielle in the saddle

“What?” Gatsby asked wondering if she heard him correctly

“She means more to me than life itself, you know this. The healers of this realm are skilled but I do not trust them with matters so great as this; I want you to tend to Farielle” Sauron spoke sternly and his eyes were calm and distressed at the same time, Sauron was a paradox as usual. Gatsby swallowed hard, her heart was torn; she wanted to help Farielle, but at the same time she felt she needed to remain and fight. But even as she stood the battle was quickly being won, still there were questions to be answered. It was common knowledge that orcs did not take prisoners, yet this band did and she wanted to know why. And what errand brought the wargs to the white city? She feared that if she left with Sauron those questions would remain with out answers. Gatsby also had to think of Melody, it was her responsibility to watch out for the child. But Sauron was her old friend and she also had a responsibility to him; his mind was frantic and he had just been through a terrible ordeal, how could she deny him this request?

“Are you coming?” Sauron cried from atop Alogoss’s back; one hand held Farielle, the other he extended down to her. Gatsby mind went wild for a moment, finally she took a deep breath and made her decision…

alright what does she do!

[Lady Melody]

When Gatsby's legions have already attacked and the wargs and distracted them, Aragorn finally gave the orders to charge. The orcs and wargs were caught unexpected, and Melody quickly joined in the game that was usually played only for two.

"Hey, I've gotten 20, how many have you?" she yelled between stabbing an orc and shooting an arrow towards another.

"25!"Legolas replied from near her. Gimli was using his axe hacking at the foul creatures.

"10, but the battle is not yet over...ARGHH!" as a warg pounced on him and pushed him flat on the ground, his axe flung from his hands. He was fending him off when an arrow hit the creature right between his eyes and trapped the dwarf on the ground. he struggled to remove himself.

"26, master dwarf, and you better get up if you are to catch up with me..!" Melody said cheerfully as she helpfully killed the orc from atop the warg to avoid him from being killed.

"Get the creature off me! Ummphh...!"

"Deldor, get Gimli to his feet!" ordered Aragorn, as he fought the creatures on foot, fending the orcs and warg off as much as he could, as the man helped the dwarf up.

"Here!" yelled Melody as she threw his retrieved axe to him. Legolas was now doing some pretty nifty knifeworks at the orcs, which is quick, slick and fairly lethal.

"How many have you, child?" he asked her, grinning at her efficiency in the game, she was more than catching up to them, she was even beating Gimli!

"40!" she said sweetly to him, slashing a warg in the process.

"50 altogether," he said to her, while saving her from an attack by another warg.

"Master dwarf, how many have you?" she asked Gimli from afar.

"No good child, beating me, stupid..."muttered the dwarf under his breath.

"Legolas, would you mind covering me for a while?" she cried to Legolas who was near to her. She was on her feet since she was knocked off her horse and currently head on to them.

"Are you harmed, child?"

"I told everyone we should have left the child behind where she belongs!" cried Gimli, in response to her request.

"No, but just do it, please?" she said, breathless since these creatures are coming from all angles, and fun it may be to kill them, it does worn thin.

"Melody, watch out!" warned Aragorn, who also mistakenly believed that she was now harmed. Ignoring all of them, she began to recall from memory a method on how to create some damage to the orcs, concentrating on it so it will not overwhelm her. She closed her eyes, unaware of the din that surrounds her.

"What is the child trying to do?" cried Gimli, grumpily choping his way to the girl. He didn't to wait long for his answer.

"Release..."

Suddenly, ripples of an unseen force swept the battlefield and threw the wargs and orcs away for a league from Melody, its source. Nearly half of the attackers was swept away, leaving the soldiers of men, and the defenders alone.

"What sort of devilry is this?" Aragorn said, able to speak after a momentary shock at the occurance. All of their heads turned towards Melody, who was currently has one hand on her waist and the other scratching her head.

"Ops...wrong spell...eheh..."she said apologetically."Now... how's that fireball spell...?"

"NAY!" said Aragorn,Gimli and Legolas as if in sync, agreeing in the matter.

"No..no... not that one, thats an exploding spell..."she was now frowning slightly, her hands crossed, trying to remember. Aragorn swiftly went up to her and handed her her weapons which she had dropped while concentrating to cast her spell.

"Nay, we shall fight by physical strength," he told her firmly. She looked up to him and nodded hesitantly. "Hunt them down, leave not one alive!" he cried his orders towards his shaken soldiers, snapping them out from their confusion.

"I have not seen such powers since I was a child, of a different nature...."Legolas said softly to Gimli, turning his head to Melody. He only grunted in reply.

"Gimli, Legolas, Melody, come now!" Aragorn called them.

"Coming!" Melody cried cheerfully, followed by Legolas and finally Gimli, who was left behind as usual.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle regained conciousness. She knew she was on a horse. A pain swept through her body too much for even an elf to bear silently. She grimaced, sucking in a quick breath. All around her orcs and men were fighting.

She opened her eyes a bit wider and saw Thalion, parrying with a large orc, or a uruk-hai, at least that's what her father had called them. She couldn't be sure, not now. When he had found a moments rest, she looked to him, and he felt her words flow through him.

Namaarie. Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta, aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle. Uuma dela, even though we will miss each other... Vanya sulie

Thalion turned and saw her, she smiled, unaware that Gatsby and Sauron were discussing something right behind her. She heard nothing. Her eyes closed again, so she would not see his fate, whether good or bad.

May the grace of the Valar protect you...

[Elven Daughter]

ATTENTION GATSBY!!!

before you decide whether you are going to leave or stay, READ MY FIC!!! There is something in the last post that pertains to you right now during the battle... thanx!

[Lady Melody]

Oh, so Gatsby's to leave the battle then... *frowning* Doesn't sound right... who's gonna drag her out then? Gellahir? I've got a man, an elf, and a grumpy dwarf in my backside and I'm a good distance away from Gatsby so it's out of the question.

When will we get to the mission, finally?

[Elven Daughter]

Don't look at me. She can come back anyway. Who says she has to take me to the city anyway? I suppose it makes more sense though....

[Lady Melody]

chatroom please! Hey Sauron, update here will ya?!

[Gatsby]

i don't know if i'm leaving... that's up to you guys... :) i was bored and tired when i wrote it, felt like a fun thing to do but i'll stay, i've got story lines in mind for either one :)
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[Sauron]

I guess I'll decide
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"Gatsby, please. Come with us, this is only a mere taste of Sauron's terror, you'll be in many more battles, but Farielle will not if you don't come." Sauron pleaded with Gatsby. "But, Melody...What about her?" Gatsby asked. "She can take care of herself, she has Legolas and Gimli." Sauron replied. "Alright, I'll come" Gatsby said finally, Though she almost didn't. Sauron was still her friend, and this was his once chance to find love, which had never even looked at him. "Thank you" Sauron said, helping her onto Alogoss. The horse rode fast though The battle, Sauron heart was beating faster than normal, If Farielle died...Sauron would too.

[Lady Melody]

"60 have I slain," said Legolas, smiling at the child who was now catching her breath, after the perpetual massacre of most of the foul creatures. Aragorn had insisted on hunting them down and exterminating them to the very last drop of their blood and strength, and much to the newfound respect of Gimli and Legolas, she endured without much of a complaint and youthful innocent vigour.

"55," she wiped the sweat and grime away from her forehead. "The last one was pretty disgusting."

"54, and I shall best you yet, Melody," said he somewhat ofended dwarf, who was holding his axe by his right shoulder, also taking a brief moment of rest.

"I wonder how Gatsby's doing..." Melody said softly, voicing out her worry after keeping it on the back on her mind for the moment.

"Ride back to the main battlefield!" Aragorn's voiced echoed and the loyal soldiers, who was still alive and standing strong moved back to finish off whatever the number of creature that still lives while Gatsby is still in command.

"Now he wants us to run back," grumbled the dwarf.

"Do you prefer it if I carry you on my back?" offered Legolas somewhat helpfully. Melody laughed at Gimli's indignant expression on the suggestion.

"Indeed...stupid elf," he muttered under his breath.

They returned to a lot more fighting and kicking some good ole Uruk Hair and warg *** when Melody caught sight of her friends. Her eyes widened in the discovery and began to hack and shoot her way to them.

"Gatsby, Sauron, what's wrong with Farielle?!!" she yelled at them.

"Melody, venture not away from us!" Legolas warned her, knowing full well that however well she could fend for herself, Aragorn would not be pleased to have the child walking around without any protection.

[Gatsby]

The sun had begun to creep over the icy mountian tops when alogoss was relived of his burden at the house of telcontar. the brilliant golden red blades of lights shattered the dark of night and painted the sky in a deep purple. But to Sauron and GAtsby it looked as though the sky had been beaten and bruised as they had. The mind of the palace guard filled with horror and disgust as they watched the bloodied riders pass by them, running as fast as their wounded friend would allow.

But a few short hours ago the distance to the healing wing was only a short walk; but now it seemed to stretch on for a thousand leagues. It was in this eternity that Gatsby assesed her options. From what she had seen of the wound, the orc blade had crafted a long deep cut in the elf's side; the blood did not gush but it was steady enough to make gatsby worry. The inards of elves were risilient; the wound was not severe enough to do them damage. But blood loss was just as dangerous to the first born as it was for mortals; it was the chief threat on Farielle's life. It became clear to gatsby that there were but two choises; the first she was fairly certain would be enough to restrain the blood flow. but if it failed the second methos would have to be employed, Gatsby prayed it would not come to that.

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The healing wing was aliv with activity as healers hurried about preparing beds and healing supplies for the impending arrival of wounded soldiers. A large oak table on the side of the room was piled high with liquids , plants, stones and other things that had healing powers and several cauldrons of water and other solutions boiled furiously in the enormous fireplace. Each healer was quite consumed with whatever task they were doing; but they all froze when gatsby and sauron bursted into the room, completely out of breath and dripping with sweat and elven blood.

"sauron, the bed by the fire. " Gatsby said, Sauron nodded and did as instructed with out saying a word. Gatsby turned hre attention to the three healers who waited to assist her. "I need the stems of six elanor bloom, a hand full of lithwe seeds and a few sprigs of kings foil, they need to be chopped mind you.” Two of the women scurried off to fetch the requested ingredients. “You,” She said to the one who remained, “I need you to clean the wound and see if the bleeding can’t be helped with pressure. And one other thing,” Gatsby slipped a knife discreetly into the woman’s skilled hands, “slip this blade in the fire where the coals are the hottest.” The healer face looked confused and worried; she knew not what to say. She merely nodded and walked away tucking the knife into her apron.

Gatsby walked to the big stone table in the center of the room and saw that the ingredients had already been laid out neatly on the table’s smooth and slightly reflective top. [I] May the Valar bless them for such swiftness.” She thought as she drew another knife and slit each elanor stem down that middle and spooned the thick white paste into a mortar. Pestle in hand Gatsby quickly sprinkled in the lithwe seeds and a handful of kings foil, working it with the heavy brass grinder until they were well incorporated with the elanor. Apothecary of mortals was not elfish medicine but it would have to do.
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At farielles bed the healer held a blood soaked rag firmly over the relentless wound; glancing periodically at the distraught man who held the elf’s lifeless hand and whispered intangible words in her ear. The healer took him as the maiden’s husband or at least her love, for his love for her was visible to even the blind. Gatsby approached as silent as the grave and bearing the mortar; she sat down on the bed and bid the healer to lift the rag. Sauron who had seen thousands of horrors in his travels could not bring himself to look upon the laceration. Blood flowed from Farielle like a steady stream over her skin, tinting it a terrible shade of red; patches had turned to the color of rust where the blood had dried. The healer muttered something about it being better than it had been and Gatsby swallowed hard. She rubbed the back of her neck and then took the cream in her hand and tenderly spread it over and inside the wound until it was completely filled and covered in the white ointment.

“Now we must wait. This should stop the bleeding…” Gatsby said trying to convince herself, she placed the mortar on the side table and joined the others in silence. For five agonizing minutes they waited; for five agonizing minutes Sauron prayed to the Valar as he never prayed before, for five agonizing minutes the room was silent, for five agonizing minutes Gatsby could not decide what to think… and then they saw it, that terrible red liquid defying the white and pouring out over the sides. The bleeding continued.

“What now?” the healer managed to say. Gatsby knew the answer but she said nothing; she got up and went to the fire; she pulled the knife from the coals.

“Hold the wound shut.” She instructed when she returned to the bedside; but the healer sat frozen. “Hold the wound shut! I must strike when the blade is still hot; the skin will not fuse if it cools” she hissed, her voice was a contradiction it was shaky, determined and reluctant all at the same time. After slight hesitation the healer finally did. “Sauron, hold her down. I fear this is a terrible pain it leaves a terrible scar and it may rouse her” she said her voice growing more restrained; Sauron nodded and complied. Gatsby held the red hot blade over the wound for a moment still unwilling to scar Farielle in such a way; but the bleeding needed to be stopped, and that was only way.

“Forgive me” she whispered and brought the blade down. Sauron did not look away…

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gatsby
p.s i hope you get what just happend there... i didn't kill farielle :)

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle's scream echoed through the large room, making many jump in surprise and shock. Her eyes opened wide, but she made no other sound. Determined to bear it silently, she closed her eyes tight and clamped a hand over her mouth. But the scream echoed on in her mind.
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Far away, in the realm of Lorien, Galadriel had been reading by the fire in her room, still distraught over the disappearance of Farielle, even though Celebrian had told her where Farielle was. Suddenly, a scream echoed through her mind, and she knew it was Farielle's. Galadriel fled to the council hall, where Celeborn was sitting alone, staring out the window. He took one look at her face and knew what had happened.

"Come, we will ride to Minas Tirith and find our daughter. I pray that she will still be alive when we get there."

[Sauron]

Farielle's scream was enough to shock Sauron. He did his best to hold her down, All else seemed to be taken away, All sauron saw was Farielle's pain. Gatsby took the blade away and Sauron grabbed it from her "What do you think your doing? Didn't I teach you better? We are trying to help her!" Gatsby and the Healer were both surprised at this reaction. "Sauron, this IS helping her, you taught it to me long ago...What's happing too you? Does Farielle matter that much to you?" Gatsby snapped back. The healer broke the fight by saying, "Look! the wound!" The bleeding had stopped, but Farielle had a new scar. "Thank the Valar" Gatsby said to herself.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle's harsh breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes. "Sauron! Stop it! Gatsby, I am sure, saved my life, even though it did hurt much more than I would have liked..."

Farielle's eyes laughed, but her mouth did not, staying in a set line. She glanced about, taking in all she saw without expression. "Where is Thalion? Is he alright?"

Farielle suddenly remembered something. Without waiting for her questions to be answered, she asked, "Gatsby, I need to speak with you alone..." She gave Sauron a small smile. "Please..."

[Gatsby]

Gatsby, needless to say, was rather flustered by Sauron's irrational behavior; she had never seen him act in such a nervous fashion. Her eyes studied him, but they lingered the longest on his hands, many times she had sought out stability and reassurance in those steady hands; but now they shook like leaves in a strong wind. Over the past few days Gatsby had seen things in Sauron she never thought possible in her wildest dreams; first self doubt… then love… now blind fear. As distressing as it was for Gatsby to see her friend in such a way, she was happy for him. His childhood was filled with darkness and little kindness, he was given no choice but to become a rock and close himself off. but now, after all these years Sauron was beginning to feel. Even as she watched him she could see him melt under the brightness of Farielle's pleading smile.

"Come on," the healer said softly, taking Sauron's arm, "shall we go make them some tea?"

"Nay, i will go wait outside for the returning troops. I am eager to see the rest of my company again." He said never taking his eyes off Fairelle, "I shall only be outside if you need anything at all... anything."

"I think I can manage. Thank you Sauron, for everything. I owe you my life." Farielle smiled wearily at him, but she couldn't have said more with the brightest of smiles. Sauron blushed sheepishly, and muttered 'think not of it' or something of that nature, and strode off. Gatsby shook her head and smiled in disbelief. She reached for a towel soaked in chilled entwash and laid it on the newly welded skin.

"This should help the pain fade." Gatsby said softly

"In all my lessons in healing i have never before seen a techniques such as that; where did you learn of it?" Farielle said her face becomming less pain striken as the entwash began to take affect.

"Sauron learned it long ago from the woodmen of mirkwood; but unfortunatly he had to teach me the hard way." Gatsby turned her back to the elf and lifted her shirt slightly, revealing her own narrow track of distorted flesh, "an axe," she explained truning back to Farielle, " it was night and i was out by myself to look at the stars. when i returned a guard at the house we were staying at mistook me for... the valar know what and struck me in the back. Never again did i go sneaking about at night to look at the stars." she said laughing airily, Farielle giggled slightly as well, but winced when a flash of pain took her. "Careful," Gatsby said laying her hand tenderly on her shoulder, "Elessar will have you up and about upon his return. What is it that you wanted to tell me?"
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[Sauron]

I swear, both of you are such good writers!
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Sauron stood, Outside of Farielle's room. The healer sat him down, and, to his shock, asked him about his journey. "How does it come about that Lady Gatsby comes in league with...A Ranger?" "M'lady, I am no Ranger...I am Sauron" The lady's face became grim, nothing Sauron had never seen before. "And, It comes about that Gatsby is my student..." Just at that time Melody came running in with Legolas, Gimli and the King. "Sauron! Where's Gatsby and Farielle?" She asked with Fear. Farielle's Scream was still ringing in his head, he pointed to the room. Melody of course started ro run in but Sauron grabbed her arm. "Do not disturb them...They want to be alone." Melody backed off, and went to the healers. Aragorn though went into the room, leaving Sauron with the elf and dwarf. They went outside to a landing "Sauron...We have grim news" Legolas started. Sauron laughed "Of course! Who doesn't?!?" Sauron said. "This is serious Sauron, Thalion..." Gimli replied. "What about Thalion?" Sauron turned around, his face becoming grim again. "He's hurt....More than Farielle" Legolas said. "Where is he?" Sauron said with distraught.

[Gatsby]

thanx sauron!!... flattery will get you everywhere :)
gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Melody spent the next half an hour pestering the healers of Farielle's condition, which gained the honest remark of her being much concerned of her friend, and the let down from others of her persistance and unwillingness to just sit down and wait until she's allowed to meet her healing friend at last.

"I heard a scream, I swear she screamed, I did hear her, I tapped into her mind and if she's well then I want to see her as proof. I don't care whether she needs rest or not cause I'll be quiet, honest..."

"You are able to read minds?" Legolas blurted out in astonishment, interesting the child may be, his son was said to be in danger.

"...and honest I'll be a very, very good girl if you'd let me see Farielle..."

"If someone could shut her up, it'll be a miracle," grumbled the dwarf.

"Melody, if you are silent then I shall allow you to see her, but not before," Aragorn told her sternly and firmly.

"...and I'd darn my own socks....I swear in my ancestor's name!" Melody demurely shut herself up and looked innocently at Aragorn.

"We still have the battle to finish, we must return and finish it," he said in finality, nodding to Melody who immediately rushed into the room where Farielle is resting.

" And what of the child?" asked Gimli.

"I trust that she won't be long, if the blood that runs in her veins are true," he said blandly. "He is much like one that my son holds dear," he winked at Legolas, who smiled in agreement.
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"Farielle!" whispered Melody under her breath as she approached her bed. Gatsby was looking very upset nearby her bed. Farielle's side was being bandaged by a healer. Melody took a peep and winced at the scorched flesh.

"The scream I heard...It is indeed true," she said silently to Gatsby, who was still visibly shaken.

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Aragorn was calmly smoking his pipeweed, while Gimli was pacing back and forth in the waiting room where they had saw Melody last.

"We must return, Aragorn, we cannot linger much longer," Legolas told him.

"We wait a little longer," he answered solemnly.

Suddenly, Melody marched out of the room with a stony expression on her face, gone was the silly child that had pestered the healers to let her see her friend. She stopped directly in front of Aragorn. He nodded, as if he had expected this all along.

"We ride now."

"Let's kick some orc-warg-whatever butt. I'll do more damage that just knock them off their feet," she muttered to him and turned to ride back to her horse. Aragorn put an arm on her shoulder, restraining her.

"No magic," he warned her.

"No magic," she smiled at him sweetly, and then her face hardened again. "after I make them implode, and the last drop of their foul blood is shed," and she ran off outside.

"She is too much like her father, I've heard," Sauron said without much enthuiasm.

"Where is Legolas?" Gimli asked both Sauron and Aragorn.

[Lady Melody]

Hey, I'm still here, for 4 days yet... *sighs*

Happy New Year all!!!

:hooray: :hooray:

[Sauron]

"Come Sauron, we will ride together!" Gimli said, fingering his axe. "No...I will stay here, Farielle needs me more than Gondor" He replied. "Sauron, WE need you...We need your sword" Legolas said. "No! I wish to stay here" Sauron replied again. "What if Farielle comes out of her room, and sees I'm not here! She will think I left her" Sauron said, tears beginning to form. "What has happend to that kid who wrestled me to the ground when he was only twelve?" Gimli said. "That kid found love". "What chance does the Loner Sauron, have with an beautiful elf?" Gimli said. Sauron then had a choice, if he went with them, he couldn't fight...he would be worried about Farielle, But, if he stayed, he would go mad with worry.

[Elven Daughter]

When Farielle was finally done being bandaged and fussed over, she looked to Gatsby, searching her for a moment. Then she smiled wearily. "I want to thank you, Gatsby. If you had not left the battle, I would have died."

Gatsby shook her head. "I am sure someone here could have healed you as well as I."

Farielle shook her head. "No, I would have died, Gatsby. You think I am blind, I wager. That I do not notice Sauron's love for me. He would not have done what you did to save me, and no one else knew of it." Farielle paused for a moment.

Gatsby shook her head. Farielle was right, of course. Sauron would have never done the necessary. He had tried to stop Gatsby as it was. She turned back to Farielle. "I think we have the blessing of the Valar on us."

Farielle smiled. "Gatsby, I should have told you this before, and now I must, I fear."

Gatsby looked questioningly at Farielle. "Eldarion said you had a secret about me, and he told me how..."

"How he tried to pry it out of me, I know. But I do not speak all I know about you, Gatsby, you will surely see for yourself when the time is right. No, this is a mere trifle, but it could have cost me my life if you had made the wrong choice..."

Farielle took a deep breath. "Many years ago, when I was perhaps fourteen, an elf came to Lorien, and he foresaw... certain things. I wasn't to know this, but he told my parents that unless the child of Faramir and Eowyn would leave the battle to heal me, I would die from a deadly wound. And so you see, it is true. Who else here had the knowledge to save me, Gatsby? And for this I thank you."

Farielle sighed, glancing at the fire. She was silent for a moment, then asked quietly, "Thalion has been hurt worse than myself. I want him brought here if at all possible, and I will be the one to heal him."

"Farielle, you've only just..."

"Gatsby, you must do this for me, I will be fine. I can bear the pain with no effort, and I will. But I will heal him myself. Please..."

[Lady Melody]

All right... someone please elaborate more of Thalion and Legolas... I'll go massacre the rest of Orcs and Wargs considering my character was very upset about Farielle... and urm.. what next?

[Gatsby]

i was going to have my character chill with farielle until thalion got there and then go back to the field to find out who sent the orcs... i'll probably post today, but later on cuz i have to go back to school tomorrow and i have soooooooo much stuff i have to do :(
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[Elven Daughter]

Same, and I really can't take this anywhere unless I would need to. Happy New Year all!

[Gatsby]

p.s any of you guys know anything about the dropping of the atoimc bomb on hiroshima or Nagasaki? i have a 5 pag paper due tomorrow... eek
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[Sauron]

If i remeber correctly, it killed most(Or all) of the people there, If that helps ;)

[Elven Daughter]

Technically, no, it didn't. But it ended WW II.

[Gatsby]

thanx for the effort guys lol... 'preciate it
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Urm... I think I can rummage through my old study books somewhere...but if I remembered correctly, It was an air raid, the bomb was the first of its kind, and the effects of the radiation from the atomic bomb was so devastating it could still be traced today... Ack, I can still remember the pictures... you can see the bones and the veins man... urm... I better not explain it far to much...

[Gatsby]

it's cool :) it's 9:19p.m and i haven't finished the bloody thing yet!
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gatsby

[Gatsby]

oh p.s i'll post next... tomorrow after school i'll do it...
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gatsby

[Lady Melody]

Hey Gatsby, I can't give you private messages anymore. Your inbox' too ful!!

[Gatsby]

oh! i'll go deleat some * blush

[Lady Melody]

hrmmm.... how old is everyone here again??

[Pil]

Ok, it seems like the RP has come to a halt so can i just ask that the posts are either continuation of the story or related to it. Try to take the other conversations to pm please. Thanx guys! :p

Good luck with this btw, hope someone keeps it going! :thumbs: It's really good! :)

[Gatsby]

Gatsby let out a sigh of relief when she saw Melody standing at the foot of Farielle’s bed; though Melody was deeply troubled by seeing her friend in such a state, Gatsby was just glad to know she was safe. Gatsby felt a great fondness for the girl and felt as though she had a special responsibility towards her; much like the feelings Sauron had once had for her. But like her friend, Gatsby did not show this completely.

“The scream I heard… It is true,” she said silently to Gatsby

“You speak of me as though I were dead my young friend.” Farielle groaned throwing a rag blindly.

“As you can see, she is far from it.” Gatsby smiled wearily at the two, before growing grim once again, “I heard no horn from the field, the battle is not won yet?”

“Nay I fear it is not. We only left to see if Farielle lived, Eldarion, Gellahir and Thal-“ Melody stopped short remembering the ill news of the elf, “Eldarion and Gellahir have the command of the field. We are to return there shortly, Legolas intends to remain to see how his son fares.” She muttered; Gatsby could see the rage beginning to boil in Melody’s dark eyes.

With a heavy sigh Gatsby got to her feet and restored the still warm knife to her boot, “I will return with you, there are still questions that need answering. Melody go tell Aragorn that Farielle is well and we are ready to ride; I will be out in a moment.” Melody nodded sternly and left them; she was in no mood to talk anyway. But a healer soon replaced her and laid two mugs of afalas tea on the bedside; Gatsby took hers and drained it within a moment before handing the remaining mug to Farielle. Her blue gray eyes stared into the fireplace as she selected her words carefully

“You know of Sauron’s love for you; so I will have you also know this. Despite how I may act Farielle, I consider you a friend and I have respect for you and your skills. But Sauron has been like a father, a brother, a teacher, a counselor, and most importantly a friend since the 17th year of my life. For the better part of six years we have served together; he is my-“ she paused for a moment to breath “ he is my best friend. He thinks you are the moon and the sky, you have his heart and nothing can make him feel otherwise. I give you fair warning, if you hurt him and anyway, I doubt you will be pleased with my actions.” The two maidens locked eyes for a moment, neither pair held hostility or anger, an understanding passed between.

“I know how important you two are to each other. Believe me when I say, I not in a thousand years would I knowingly inflict pain on that man.” Farielle stated still staring into Gatsby’s eyes

“I do believe it.” Gatsby said, the faint rumor of a smile gracing her lips, “If you insist on being up and about, then I must insist that you at least drink this tea. It will renew your strength and help with the pain. I would advise you to do it quickly, for if Thalion is as bad as they say then a party should be bringing him here shortly.” She said glancing anxiously out the window. She turned back and smiled faintly at Farielle who was already sitting up, “I will see you on the other side.” And with that she went to join Melody and the rest.

The muffled voices of her friends resonated through the stone hall, We need you…she will think I abandoned her!…what chance… beautiful elf Gatsby silently joined the group, Melody was the only one who noticed her presence, but said nothing.

“Stay.” Gatsby voice was heard over the heated arguments, and they turned their attention towards her. “Stay… if your heart bids you to remain, then you must do so. The battle is nearly won; I believe we may be able to manage without you just this one time. And-“
Gatsby’s words were swallowed up by the sound pounding feet and desperate words; in the fashion that Farielle Sauron and Gatsby had arrived earlier, Legolas and another delivered the grievously injured Thalion the house of healing.

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[Elven Daughter]

Farielle quickly got out of bed and quickly went to the hall, just in time to see them bring Thalion in. His grievous hurt shocked her, but she did not falter for an instant. Quickly, she led them to a bed where Thalion was laid. She assesed his wounds. Two blows to the back, one minor injury to the head, and a broken arm at least.

Farielle tore away the shredded, bloodstained shirt. As she went to get water and bandages, Legolas put his hand on her shoulder. She looked into his eyes. "I will not let your son die, Legolas." She said only loud enough for him to hear. "I promise."

He squeezed her hand and left the room swiftly. Farielle was back to work at once, only wincing once as someone brushed past her newly mended side. She worked swiftly, cleaning the wounds, and wrapping them. If the slashes across his back would stop bleeding, they would become non-threatening. She turned her attention to his head as the blood flow lessened gradually. Brushing his hair out of his face, she saw he was awake, grimacing as blood ran down his face.

"I thought of you love. The Valar will protect me, don't worry. We will be walking he halls of Lorien together once more, you will see." Then he lost conciousness.
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Farielle stepped into the hall a few hours later, soaked in blood, and tired. All her skills had gone into mending Thalion. He was so close to death still, but his elvish blood gave him strength to fight the injuries. She had administered a few herbs, helping with the pain. But still, he could not last too much longer without certain herbs which were gone from the supply.

Farielle thought quickly. She needed Arnica, Calendula, and Hamamelis the most. Running down the hall, she encountered Arwen, who had been going to the Healing Houses herself, upon being called.

"Arwen, please, it's urgent, I need you to ride and get me Arnica, Calendula, and Hamamelis. I need them to save Thalion's life, but there is no more in the supply. Please!"

Arwen wasted no time, but flew back again to the stables. Farielle slumped on the floor, her back against the wall. She did not shed a single tear, but her heart was weeping along with the sad wind that had begun to blow.

[Sauron]

Sauron left the group and started wondering the houses. Gatsby and the rest had left for the battle, but he stayed behind. He walked the halls, seeing the great paintings and such, until he heard a soft weeping sound. He quickly turned the corner and saw Farielle crying. His heart knew why she was, and that troubled him the most, He turned back around and saw the queen riding towards the woods out of a large open window. His black hair breezed his face as his hands felt the railing of the window. Life was so hard know...Even in the darkest nights of Mordor did Sauron feel such saddness, Farielle's love was dying in the house...Sauron knew that, he saw Thalion's eyes when they brought him in. Sauron knew death..his whole life revolved around death, Even if Arwen did find those herbs....Thalion would still die.

[Elven Daughter]

Farielle stood swiftly. She saw Sauron, and in an instant knew what was in his heart. Her green eyes went cold. Thalion could not die. Not while she lived. She started to turn back to the Healing Houses, but Arwen came up the corridor at that moment, carrying a small basket. Together, without a word, they ran to the Healing House.

Kneeling by Thalion's side, Farielle watched as two women swiftly worked with the herbs. Some of the lines of pain drawn across Thalion's face smoothed, but still he was in danger.

"I have no choice..." Farielle whispered. She bid the helping women to stand clear. "If for some reason I can't, tell Gatsby said thank you..." she whispered to one. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, bracing herself. She had never done this before, and was sure no one here knew the magic. She could only pray it worked.

"Entula tuulo' i'ba. Lova termara en' templa. Tanka tel' taurnin..."

The powerful spell worked. As Thalion's strength returned, and the magic healed his serious injuries, Farielle felt her own strength and health fade. As Thalion's breathing became even, she slumped to the floor, her own life all but spent. Now, Thalion was in much less danger, but when Farielle fell, all who saw knew that she was the one who might now die.

[Sauron]

Sauron stood at the doorway of Thalion's room, Farielle had just fallen, but Sauron picked her up anmd put her in the next bed. The Healer's went to work, as Thalion woke up. "Where...Where am I?" His fell voice said. "In a house of healing, but not all here are well" Sauron answered. He went back outside and stood on a landing, he gripped the railing once more...When he heard footsteps behind him. "Sauron.." He turned and saw Gellahir, of all people. "Sauron...we need to talk, you tried to hurt Melody, you drew your sword on her!" "Gellahir, I have no idea what you're talking about, go away" Sauron replied back, he heard Gellahir come up behind him, and he also heard a sword being drawn. "You will pay....I'm tried of being the second man in our company...Farielle, She will love me!" Sauron turned and ducked Gellahir's slow sword, Sauron quickly got him to the ground and threw the sword aside. "You don't know you your messing with child, now leave before I have to hurt you." Sauron said calmy "I give no respect to quiters!" And he and Gellahir got into a brutal fist-fight and rolled over near the ledge.

[Lady Melody]

Melody was whirled into a frenzy of orcs, the clanging of metals, and the often gory cries of pain and death. She cared naught, she was so entranced in anger at what they did to her friends, she didn't even notice her own injuries, which is increasingly being added by others.

Melody... you tried to harm her!"

She was snapped back into reality, and the full impact of her injuries and her old self came back again. It was Gellahir. Something's happening to him. She doesn't need her sorcery abilities to figure that out, members in her family could sense each other's danger signals, and it's useful when in battle to keep each other alive.

"Good god, Gellahir, what's going on now," she muttered in dismay, knowing that her father would detect it too, and demand a long explaination by the time; if they ever get home. An orc snarled at her with sliva dripping fangs. She kicked its groin and gave it a full sword's thrust into its guts. " Yeah, I love ya too..."

"Victory! Victory!" the cry, first from Aragorn echoed throughout the battlefield. The remaining orcs ran started to run away, but none survived, thanks to the archers of Gondor. She slumped to the ground, gritting her teeth against crying out from the pain of her injuries, able to rest at last.

"You are a fierce one, little one," Aragorn said kindly to her. "You are harmed.," he then mentioned with a frown.

"Not as bad as I'll give Gellahir as soon as I figure out what's going on..." she muttered. Aragorn gave her a puzzled look, but decided to let it pass.

"Let me see to your wounds," he offered.

"It's fine, I can get up," she declined and tried to stand up, and almost immediately slumped down again.

"Indeed.," ignoring her protests, he began checking on her.

"Two slash marks, your shield arm is fractured and your knee is bleeding," he muttered under his breath.

"Told you."

"You are in a bad shape, young lady." She was still wearing her plain dress, now torn in only valar knows how many places and stained with both her blood and the orcs. She was grimy, and she wished truly for a warm bath.

"Look who's saying," Aragorn was although less injured, since he wore a full armour, somehow dishevelled, and there were many dents on his armour than before the battle. He merely arched his eyebrows.

"We must return to the Healing Wing," he said, nodding towards his other troops. "The wounded enemy shall be killed, while my men shall be healed. We would be able to count our gains and losses later," he helped her up and put her up on a horse to bring her back."

Melody sighed as she was atop her horse once more. "Well, you heard the king. Healing House it is... I wonder what Gatsby wouldthink when she sees me again. She's gonna have a fit!" she told the horse cheerfully.

[Lady Melody]

This would be my last post... just telling you guys how much I appreciate playing with you guys so far, and hope that you'd keep me alive still... =)

I'll be online once a month at least I hope for this ^_^ See you all soon!

Please do email me at ChibiMelody@hotmail.com

(Don't foward, cause my account will automatically delete fwded stuff)

[Gatsby]

we'll miss you mel! don't worry we'll keep melody going, have fun at school; work hard
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[Elven Daughter]

Bye Melody!

[Gatsby]

With a flash of her sword Gatsby sliced open the orcs belly, it cried terribly but it was soon silenced when she wiped it around a second time, severing it's distorted head. Slaying the few orcs that remained was proving to be tedious work; but Gatsby took pleasure in it. For they had kidnapped and severely wounded her friends, they had killed her countrymen, and defied the Valars; every drop of blood they shed was rightfully deserved and fueled
the anger she had for their existence. She only one to answer the questions she had, and the orc she fought then was not it. She slipped the blade in between another's ribs.
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Gatsby didn't stop until she heard the horns sound, their joyous tone rang true and clear in the warm morning air; the victory went to gondor. Gatsby let out a laugh, but it was indistinguishable to her weary gasps for breath. Thrusting the tip of her sword into the blood soaked ground she felt utter fatigue grip her. In her long travels she was accustomed to long days and endless nights; but in her memories she failed to find a day that had stretched itself out as long as that day had. It seemed like an age ago that she and the others met in the fifth hall; but in reality it had been less than a day since then. Her knees were weak and she swayed slightly, the breath she drew came in and out of her lungs spasmodically, to her eyes the world slowed to a crawl. It was as though everything that she had no time to feel or think about that day cam crashing down on her like a great flood. She felt the earth give way from under beneath her feet; but a pair of strong arms swept in and caught her.

"Gatz? Nacilwen!? Are you hurt? Are you all right?" Eldarion held her close as his worried eyes searched her for wounds.

"I fine; i am just... tired." She said feebly, regaining her composure.

"I feel the same..." She could see Eldarion's eyes flashed with exhaustion and hands shook slightly as he spoke, but they were ready to catch her if she faltered a second time. She blushed slightly, she felt like such a fool for falling. "But fortunately Gatsby, there is nothing to do but return to the city and sleep for a few days." Suddenly they heard the twangs of bowstrings and the terrible sound of orc shrieks. "The archers are finishing the last of them off" Eldarion said matter-off-factly as he looked. Then Gatsby remembered, one of the orcs needed to be spared, if only for a moment; she needed to know who sent them and why they took Sauron and Farielle prisoner. But if the archers killed them all she would never know.

"Stop!! Hold your fire!!" she cried desperately; but it was in vain, the final arrow was shot and the last orc fell. Gatsby spat out every curse she knew in the tongues of elfish and the language of the Mark; it was painfully ironic, the one time she needed an orc, they would all be dead.

Naturally Eldarion was confused by her actions, and asked what had sparked her rage. She took a deep breath and explained herself, there was not much to tell.

Eldarion nodded as she spoke but did not speak right away after she stopped. "Many are the mysteries of Middle Earth and I suppose this will be now be one of them." he rested him hand on her shoulder, "Do not dwell on it, my love." Gatsby nodded and they turned to their horses. “How does Farielle fair?” Eldarion asked changing the subject

“She was well when I left her, but she is scared. I had no other choice but to… That’s it!” she cried and raced to the nearest fallen orc; Eldarion was not far behind.

“What’s ‘it’? he asked as she stooped over the body

“There are 4 major orc armies…”

“Ay, I am aware of that; what of it?”

“Each army has a leader who practically owns his soldiers, to prevent them from escaping the leaders mark their soldiers with a distinct sign. To find out who commands this army all that we must to is look at the mark. ” She lifted up the orc’s tunic to reveal its chest; it was barely noticeable on the warped skin but she and Eldarion could make out the fire ball that had been burned into its flesh. “Grangskhard…”the answer to one question gave birth to a thousand more, but she was too weary to think on it.

“Come Gastby,” Eldarion whistled for the horses; Hadrim and Alogoss trotted merrily towards them merrily; neighing and whinnying gleefully from the fun they had just had, they were warhorses after all.

“At least your in a pleasant mood.” Gatsby said stroking his velveteen nose for a moment before mounting him. As they road swiftly off the field there were only a handful of soldiers who remained to burn the corpses of the slain orcs; Melody and Aragorn had already taken their leave already. Gatsby smiled slightly, she hoped things at Minas Tirith were well; she and Eldarion would stop at the house of healing for a bit before getting some much needed sleep…

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[Elven Daughter]

How do you come up with all these names Gatsby!!!

[Gatsby]

cuz i'm cool like that :grin:
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[Elven Daughter]

Uh-oh, I smell a long-winded monolouge about self-indulgence and self-promotion, hehe, :p

[Gatsby]

usually... yes but i think you already know how great i am :)
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oh p.s in my last post i wrote 'she is scared' but it's supposed to be she is scarred'... just had to set the record straight

[Elven Daughter]

w/e Gatsby! You wish!! Just to keep the story moving...
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As Gatsby was heading for the House of Healing, a strange rider approached. As he got nearer, Gatsby could see he was elven. To her surprise, he rode directly to her.

"Lady Gatsby, I hope."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Urgent news from Lorien. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel are heading for Minas Tirith. They left yesterday, and are coming with all the speed they can. They hope to be here in a week at the least."

"A week?" Gatsby echoed. "How can they possibly move that quickly?"

The elven rider did not supply an answer, but turned his horse and returned the way he had come, flying faster than many thought possible over the grass until he was out of sight.

[Gatsby]

Forgetting her fatigue Gatsby eyes followed the elf as he road away; his blonde hair and his gray cloak billowed in the wind like a mist, he and the horse moved together as though they were one being. Proud and majestic were the elves and he was no different, and as she watched him, Gatsby could not help but recall the time in her youth when she was desperate to be one of them. Elves had often passed through the city of Ithilien on their way to Minas Tirith; sometimes lingering for a few days to rest and admire it’s gardens. Her brothers and sister showed only passing interest in the visitors, but Gatsby had been completely infatuated with them; wise, powerful, beautiful, everything that she aspired to be. She studied their history and by her seventh year she had learned both Sindarin and Quenya. Although Faramir and Eowyn were not pleased with their daughter’s obsession with the first born, they said not of it, assuming it would pass with time. But it did not, and it was not until Gatsby told her father that men were weak that Faramir would stand no more in his house. He gave her volumes upon volumes of works to read, and to her dismay the tales on the pages were those of men. At first she was loath to even read a paragraph, the words she read held no intrigue or interest. But the pages went by she soon discovered that there was far more to her kind than she thought.
The Numenoreans, Elros, Helm Hamerhand, The Rohirrim, the Stewards, Beren, Theoden, the Gondorien rangers and the shield maidens of Rohan; as their stories unfolded before her, she became more and more enthralled with her history. Not because they made no mistakes, but because they did; and worked tirelessly to correct them. Men were far from perfect, and there were impure hearts amongst them; but for better part, they lived their short lives with nobility and honor. It was at this time that her love transferred from the elves to her own people and Gatsby realized what she would become. Turning from her thoughts and memories Gatsby surrendered Alogoss’s reins to a stable boy and followed Eldarion up the stone stair way. Although the sun was at it’s highest point the hallway was cloaked in gray shadow, their scrapped and bloodied hands clasped and steps echoed off the white stone walls

“So my great-grandparent’s arrival is imminent,” Eldarion sighed, his voice laced with excitement and anxiety.

“So it would appear… and in a weeks time, no less!” Gatsby mused in disbelief; in truth she was hoping the company would have left by then; but the state her company was in, physically and emotionally, she could not hope for it. It could not be helped, “How they will manage that is far beyond my comprehension; I fear I have never had the honor of an audience with the Lord and Lady of Golden Wood. I suppose you have a better understanding than I.”

“I have not traveled to Lorien in many years, I do not remember much about them…” He said blandly

“Oh” she answered with equal enthusiasm.

“I’m sure Farielle will be glad to hear it…” Eldarion added after a moment

“I should think, but from what I understand, Farielle and her mother do not see things through the same eyes.”

“That does not mean she does not miss her family, Gatsby.”

“That is true…” Without thinking of it Gatsby went silent, they were still a distance from the house of healing but she could hear people in the hall ahead. But it was not quiet counsel or harmless whispers, but it sounded as though they were engaged in a struggle, fur she heard muffled grunts and the sound of heavy footsteps. She looked to Eldarion to see if he had heard it as well, but he was already half way down the hall. As weary as she was, she sprinted as quickly as she could manage and rounded the corner seconds after the prince. What her eyes met was the last thing her mind would ever manifest. Sauron held Gellahir fast against the ground, delivering punch after punch with impossible force; Gellahir seemed to be seconds from thrusting Sauron form him. But the struggle ended there; for within seconds Gatsby and Eldarion managed to pry the two combatants from each other’s grasp. The first signs of bruising were beginning to show on their already bloody faces, their clothes were torn and tousled; their strong chest rose and fell with unquenchable fury. They glared at each other and struggled against their captors hold. Gatsby was completely at a loss for words on this baffling scene; Eldarion's voice resonated in the hall

“You will tell us how this came about and you will tell us now!”

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[Gatsby]

woohoo! random monologues about nothing!
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[Elven Daughter]

Farielle's dreams were uneasy, but she made no sound, and didn't move. Almost, it seemed, she didn't breathe. Her dreams made her want to scream, but there was nothing left in her. She could not even bring herself to open her mouth. The darkness filled her mind, and voices that she knew she could not hear were too loud to imagine, driving her to the edge of insanity.

Then, one golden thought flashed through her tired mind.

Daughter, hold fast to your life. I am coming to be with you. All will be well, you must not fear. Be the girl I taught you to be, be strong. I will be there in a heartbeat, Minjonet, my little love.

Her mother's voice filled her mind with ease. Her breathing became more normal, and at last she truly fell asleep, dropping deep into unconsiousness. The onlt thing that disturbered her were shouts from out in the corridor, but she paid them almost no notice, and slept on. Somehow, she knew she was praying that she would live to wake again.

[Elven Daughter]

Gatsby????

[Gatsby]

yeah huh? :)
sorry elven... i should've probably pmed you earlier but it's 2 weeks before my exams... this probably doesn't mean much to you (or it does :) ) but it means a WHOLE LOT in my school... i have about 50 kabajillion tests and quizes and projects to get to do and next week i'm hitting the books hard so i haven't had a lot of time to write... and also mel put me in charge of her character so i'm writting a separate thing for her... oi veh! but it's the weekend so i WILL have something up soon :)
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p.s where the f-bomb did sauron go?

[Gatsby]

Eldarion repeated his demand but Gellahir and Sauron merely glared bitterly at each other, their chests heaving with impossible rage and said nothing. Gatsby looked at Eldarion for a few moments as she strained to keep her hold on Gellahir; but she could plainly see that he knew not what to make of it all either. The only thing that she could think of was to separate them and attempt to soothe their anger; not to mention they both had sustained several sizeable injuries that needed to be looked to. Gatsby sighed heavily and lead Gellahir down the hall to the healing wing, Eldarion and Sauron followed at a distance.
*
Gatsby had always known the healing wing to a place of some activity but she had never seen it truly chaotic until that day. Soldiers with injuries varying from minor lacerations and fractures to severed ligaments and stabs wounds filled the room, while the healers ran about frantically trying to assist as many people as they could manage at a time. The ground that the four companions walked was littered with spilled herbs and discarded bandages and they were forced to slow their pace so as not to slip in the blood that had collected into pools. But through the commotion something caught her eye; at the end of the hall before the fireplace in the first two bed laid maidens; one sat upright on the side of her bed watching with fear and worry the man who treated the other who lay unconscious. She could have recognized them anywhere.

"By the Valars, what has happend?" She whispered in horror to herself. Within moments she found Gellahir an empty bed and surrendered him into the care of the first calm healer that passed.

"I will return when I see that Farielle and Melody are well." she assured him. But Gellahir did not hear her, for he fell asleep before his head hit the pillow. Something was definatly not right with Gellahir, he did not even inquire as to the where abouts of his sister. But that was not her chief concern at the moment,
She quickly negotiated her way through the crowd to Farielle's bedside.

"What has happend to her?" Gatsby asked. She could not understand it, Farielle had been up and about when she left her, how was it that she was in such a state? Gatsby could not help but feel that it was somehow her fault.

"A very potent elfish healing spell, called the 'Gift of Elwing'." Aragorn explained as he poured an strange liquid down the elf's throat. "It tranfers all strength and vitality from the healer to the patient. I am suprised it worked for very few have the skill to use it... but as you can see it is very beneficial to the patient," he said gesturing to Thalion who slept peacfully in a nearvy bed, "but it is very dangerous to even the healthiest of elves, let alone one who has already greatly weakend."

"What can I do?"

"I have given her a tonic that should help her recover some of her strength, but i do not know if it will be enough. There is no more that we can do for her, we can only wait and pray." Aragorn sighed rising to his feet.

"I will stay with her then." Gatsby said resolutley taking the king's place in the wooden chair

"Very well, there are others who need my attention now, but I will stop here again before the day is done. "

"and on one more thing my lord," Gatsby shouted after him, "The Lord and Lady of Dwimordene* ride to Minas Tirith; they will arrive before the weeksend." Aragorn nodded and disapeared into the choas. Gatsby took Farielle's limp hand into her own and gently squeezed it. "This just like you Farielle; the one time when I am thoroughly exhausted you have to do something that bids me to stay awake!" She laughed lightly, but it quickly died out, "Be strong my friend; know that your companions are here for you. I pray you will not keep us waiting long."

"Do not let your heart be troubled Gatsby," Melody said as she slipped into the chair next to her, "Farielle will be alright in the end... you'll see." She took gatsby's spare hand, letting her know that she would not leave either. Gatsby sighed and so began their vigil which Aragorn Arwen Sauron and Eldarion would join, it stretched through the rest of the day into the night.

*Dwimordene is the name for Lorien among the Rohirrim

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[Eärendil]

i'm sorry i missed soooo much of the story, but i thought it got rejected. Well, if it isn't tooo much trouble could somone pm what has happened... since the start so i can continue? i guess u made it so my character died or somethink... ;)

[Gatsby]

i will! geez earnedil, where have you been:)! nope your character is NOT dead... i'll pm you when i get home
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[Elven Daughter]

Am I the only one breathing in this God-forsaken RP?? hehe

[Gatsby]

i was waiting for you to post... i posted a few days ago and you haven't replied... i was getting worried myself
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[Elven Daughter]

Well I can't really post, I'm supposed ot be, like, dead, or sumthing.... anyways, where's Sauron?????

[Gatsby]

i don't know chica... i've tried emailing him but he isn't answering... i know your sopposed to be dead but we can't go on waiting for sauron forever!
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