Haleabor
23 Mar 2010, 15:36
[RP OFF] It's my intention to run an RP event (my first ever) given the premise below - if you are interested let me know. If you don't have an Elf at the appropriate level and can think of a legitimate RP reason why your alt would be hanging around with a bunch of snooty elves then I'd be glad to have you along....and for gods sake forgive the prose...I'm not a writer [RP ON]
It had been many months since he had seen his homeland and he was weary from many battles. Still it would be good for him and his companions to rest, even for a short time.
The call to home had come with a lull in the fierce battle for Mirkwood. Much progress had been made against the Enemy there and a force had remained to ensure the final capitulation of the Lieutenant.
On the journey into Duillond across the river Lune, Haleabor realised just how beautiful his homeland was. The lush green grass, the trees and flowers of many hue, so rich and verdant. Although Lorien had touched his heart, its otherworldliness did not feel like home. This was in stark contrast to the rotting disease of Mirkwood or the dank darkness of Moria. It was great to be home.
A great feast had been laid on for the returning heroes. Haleabor and his companions made their way to the dancing green to relax amid song and fine wines. It was sometime later, after much merriment and joy that Haleabor was just considering asking a comely elf maiden to dance when a messenger ran into the glade.
“I bring grave news my lords” said the messenger, “I have an urgent missive from the Dunadain Gwathryn, at Turmon Sursa”.
It seemed that Gwathryn had not heard the recent call for the Rangers of the North, as he had been busy fighting a rearguard action in and around Carn Dum.
“While our eye has been focused on new battles, it seems that the enemy has undone our valorous deeds by sending reinforcements to Carn Dum”, the messenger continued.
Although of low skill, the Enemy had sent many foes to patrol the roads in and around Carn Dum. They walked with arrogance, unimpeded in their patrols and training. If unchecked, these troops could grow in skill to bolster the main force in Mirkwood and change the balance of the battle in the Enemy’s favour.
Haleabor looked at his companions and saw the same glint in their eyes. Rising swiftly he shouted “Our honour is at stake, the Enemy laughs at our past deeds and seeks to undo us” Picking up his mighty bow he continued, “The Enemy shall fall before us like wheat in the field... to arms, my brothers”
With that, Haleabor prepared to lead the party by the swiftest route into the heart of the Enemy Stronghold.
He would never again forget the beauty for which he fought...
It had been many months since he had seen his homeland and he was weary from many battles. Still it would be good for him and his companions to rest, even for a short time.
The call to home had come with a lull in the fierce battle for Mirkwood. Much progress had been made against the Enemy there and a force had remained to ensure the final capitulation of the Lieutenant.
On the journey into Duillond across the river Lune, Haleabor realised just how beautiful his homeland was. The lush green grass, the trees and flowers of many hue, so rich and verdant. Although Lorien had touched his heart, its otherworldliness did not feel like home. This was in stark contrast to the rotting disease of Mirkwood or the dank darkness of Moria. It was great to be home.
A great feast had been laid on for the returning heroes. Haleabor and his companions made their way to the dancing green to relax amid song and fine wines. It was sometime later, after much merriment and joy that Haleabor was just considering asking a comely elf maiden to dance when a messenger ran into the glade.
“I bring grave news my lords” said the messenger, “I have an urgent missive from the Dunadain Gwathryn, at Turmon Sursa”.
It seemed that Gwathryn had not heard the recent call for the Rangers of the North, as he had been busy fighting a rearguard action in and around Carn Dum.
“While our eye has been focused on new battles, it seems that the enemy has undone our valorous deeds by sending reinforcements to Carn Dum”, the messenger continued.
Although of low skill, the Enemy had sent many foes to patrol the roads in and around Carn Dum. They walked with arrogance, unimpeded in their patrols and training. If unchecked, these troops could grow in skill to bolster the main force in Mirkwood and change the balance of the battle in the Enemy’s favour.
Haleabor looked at his companions and saw the same glint in their eyes. Rising swiftly he shouted “Our honour is at stake, the Enemy laughs at our past deeds and seeks to undo us” Picking up his mighty bow he continued, “The Enemy shall fall before us like wheat in the field... to arms, my brothers”
With that, Haleabor prepared to lead the party by the swiftest route into the heart of the Enemy Stronghold.
He would never again forget the beauty for which he fought...