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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 11:09 pm
 Thousands of years ago many Telerin Elves forsook their westward journey, and within the great forests of Rhovanion was an Elf-realm founded. Long secluded from the world, this Silvan people rose to greatness when the Sindar, fleeing the Ruin of Beleriand, entered their borders. Now, these Dark Elves are ruled by Sindarin lords, who make their homes in the tree-coated Dark Mountains, but nonetheless they remain a secluded people, not often taking cares for the outside. -Written by Falathrim-
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2004 10:04 am
Greenwood the great - Amon Lanc
All was fair and peaceful under the great canopy of the forest, the gentle sound of running water from a near by stream could be heard and the distant music and singing of joyful elves lingered throughout the night, but this brought no comfort to the troubled mind of Thranduil who wandered alone in deep thought. Rumours had reached him of the increasing power of Sauron. The dark armies of Mordor were stretching across the lands, even to the very borders of his father’s realm.
‘How long can the defences hold?’ he kept asking himself. He knew all too well that his people had neither the army nor the weapons to contest with the might of Sauron.
Motionless Thranduil now stood as bitter silence befell the forest. ‘Our people must move north, Amon Lanc lies too near the southern borders of Greenwood, of which Orcs are breaching.’ He thought to himself.
The soft sound of footsteps broke the silence. Thranduil, being in his current frame of mind swiftly drew a long elven knife from his side and turned only to see one of the kings’ guards.
"Forgive me if I startled you Lord Thranduil but Orc spies have been spotted just south of Amon Lanc, King Oropher sends word for you to lead your company ere sunrise to strengthen the southern borders." Said the guard.
"No, forgive me for drawing a weapon upon my own kin. I am not myself tonight." Replied Thranduil as he withdrew his blade.
"I shall do as the king wishes but first I must rest. Inform my father that I seek his council; he must lead our people north away from danger. We cannot protect these borders for long."
"As you wish, Farewell. Replied the guard as he departed into the night."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 8:26 am
Ebon eyes watched the interchange as the young woman leaned over her resting place in her branch haunted depths sparkling in the light as the watcher remained in the green depths of the foilage around her hiding her lithe form from view, orbs turned upward as she considered the darkening skys ... the shadow was falling a lot quicker these days and the sense of foreboding weighed heavily on the elf maiden's heart.
Long fingers griped the hilts of her scimitars, no elf would ever consider taking up a duel weapon but she had bonded with the weapons very quickly and had soon became a master in the arts of using the oddly chosen weapons, letting the hilts go she dropped to the forest floor and approached Thranduril head bowing down to the son of Oropher
"Mea Govannen M'lord"
She greeted in her melodic tone as she rose a loose strand of long golden hair falling over her softly angled face slightly, she decided to get straight to the point
"The shadows grow darker and T'is not safe for you out here M'lord"
head tilted slightly as the fea listened to the rustling of the leaves, the wind blowing them in to song, her delicate brow furrowed slowly, shaking her head ever so slightly Rána sighed as the trees now more them ever spoke of shadows and stirring troubles far from the realm of Greenwood the Great, she didn't like it one little bit and she was just as annoyed about the fact that she was unable to do anything and it showed on the young warrior maiden's face.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 5:24 pm
Greenwood the great – Amon Lanc
Thranduil arose from his rest as the first beams of daylight shone down on the forest floor giving all it touched a golden appearance. Although he was restored in strength and energy, his mind was still greatly troubled.
He wandered through the forest contemplating the threat of Mordor. As he did he was greeted by a young elf-maiden, she too seemed troubled by the ever-growing shadow in the south.
‘I know of the darkness you speak, Rána, the evil of Mordor looms ever closer in these dark days.’ He replied in a stern voice.
‘Thus, I must do as my father wishes and gather as many warriors as can be spared to strengthen the southern borders, great haste is needed, I have stood idle in thought for too long; Farewell.’ Said Thranduil.
At this, he departed swiftly to prepare his company and march south.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 11:37 pm
Watching Thranduril the elf maiden let her arms cross over her chest slightly a shake of her head sending a few more strands of golden hair free from her braid, she was of course honoured that he knew her by name though she had never met him but she was saddened he had not asked her to join this fight to the south.
"I could help M'lord"
She called after him jogging to catch up with the ellusive man before he vanished in to the woods once again, she had wanted to help people and now her chance was here ... she was not going to let her pass her by!
"You want warriors ... I'm a warrior, let me go to the southern bourders where I can help protect the people within this realm"
Rána urged her eyes shining brightly, she had been within the kingdom to long.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 12:32 pm
Amon Lanc
A rabit ran under her horse's feet. Quickly Mirren drew her bow and shot, before the animal could get away. She was lucky, it was a hit. This would be the first meat in two days. She looked through the trees,
about time to stop for the night
Just a little from her a she saw a small opening in the woods.
perfect
She guided her horse and retrieved the rabit. After unsadling her horse she gathered dry wood and started a fire. In a few seconds the rabit hung above the fire.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2004 1:35 pm
Greenwood the great – Amon Lanc
Thranduil halted, hearing Rána’s plea, he turned and gazed in wonder at the courage and determination of the young elf.
‘You certainly have the look of a warrior.’ He said softly before pausing. ‘As you wish. You may join my company at your own risk. Time is of the essence though so I must leave quickly. Gather what belongings you need and be swift.’ Thranduil said in a sharp tone, which showed that his anxiousness.
At this, Thranduil departed once more into the depths of the forest.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2004 3:47 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 7:22 am
Southern Border of Greenwood
Oh hell, Merle! I think we went the wrong way!
A mishappen orc carefully steps around a large tree, short sword brandished and shaking slightly as the orc who carries it squints his eyes to see into the distance. His partner, a big oafish orc with greasy black hair and a stupid grin nods happily. His vacant eyes look in the same direction as his comrade but don't really see.
Hehehehe....nnnoooo.....we're right on track. I know exactly where we are! Merle announces, looking awfully sure of himself.
Raising and eyebrow, Greedo glances over at his companion.
Oh? THEN WHERE IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS SHINY ARE WE????
Merle's certainty fades and his expression turns to one of absoutely confusion.
Uh...w-w-where are we? W-w-w-when did we leave M-mordor?
A soft sniffle.....a hiccup...and then Merle starts to wail. Greedo smacks his forehead.
Bloody Hell! I TOLD YOU TO GET YOUR HEAD CHECKED AFTER THAT LAST BATTLE. Merde.....why am I always stuck with the incompetent ones?
Smacking Merle upside the head, Greedo steps forward and looks around him, trying to gather his bearings. He hopes the others aren't too far off. The Forest is dark and mysterious. There's no telling who or what may be lurking in its density.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 9:09 am
Southern Border of Greenwood
After much delay, Thranduil and his company finally reached their destination. Thranduil was not happy though; it had taken far longer than he had hoped as his men were ill prepared and council with his father had hindered him. The enemy now had the upper hand.
Many noises and cruel voices in the distance Thranduil heard along the journey, this greatly troubled him and softened the morale of his company; but no sign of Orcs or other fell beasts had they seen yet.
Thranduil, walking hastily ahead found a small clearing in the forest.
"We shall set up camp here," he said, glancing over his shoulder.
Then, leaving the majority of his company there under the command of Rana, he departed to scout the perimeters.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 7:21 am
Southern Border of Greenwood
I am slowly going crazy...1-2-3-4-5-6--*SMACK* OWWW! Whaddya do that for? Merle rubs his head with a look of confusion.
Will you shut up already!?!?! Can't you smell that? There are people in the vicinity. SHUT UP! Greedo hisses and presses himself up against a tree.
His companion looks around curiously before being distracted by a yellow butterfly. The big oafish orc jumps up and about, trying to catch the delicate creature. Greedo sticks out his foot and trips his psychotic companion and curses under his breath, muttering something about ancient torture methods while keeping his ears open for any sounds or movement.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2004 2:28 pm
Southern Border of Greenwood
"Keep quiet!" Thranduil whispered as the wretched Orc voices reached his ears.
Carefully his company hid themselves out of sight, waiting silently.
Thranduil gazed into the depths of the forest seeking the foes, and finally caught a glimpse of what appeared to be just two Orcs. This worried him, as it was uncommon for Orcs to journey in such a small number.
At that moment, a young Elf near by placed an arrow in his bow and prepared to fire; Thranduil gave him a signal not to shoot; then the Orcs passed out of sight once more.
"It would be wise not to give away our position yet." He said quietly. "At least not until we can be sure of how many Orcs there are, and what their purpose is."
"Let us follow these vile creatures for now, before making a move." He said as he slowly began to creep through the trees, as silent as a ghost
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 3:22 pm
Rana had watched Thranduril leave with the other half of the company and then turned to the ones under her order pale blue eyes glinting in the dappled light as she surveyed each of them
"right I want a defensive perimeter set up around this area, two guards too each sentry post"
She whispered keeping her voice low knowing that to reveal there position was to sign there death warrant, the son of the king Oropher had put these men under her charge and she was going to bring them back alive to just prove that she was as good as any man out here on the field of battle even if she was just setting up a defensive position in the depths of the forest.
One deep breath took in the scent of pines as she set the sentry posts in a small circle around the position the movements carried out in silence except for the odd whispered orders as then a slightly wider circle was set up a few yards away from the first doubling the defensive line ... if there was an attack it would make it easier to fall back in to a thicker line, the defensive work of a genius elf who knew the weakness of a square formation ... the points and sides where much weaker then a curve that would push an attack aside rather then keep it in once place for too long.
There was no doubt that she knew her stuff but Rana had no experience in the field ... all of her knowledge came from scripts and books of the older times, much of it outdated to her keen eye and so she had put a bit of 'artistic flare' in to what she had done here, the formation had no proof in battle that it was any good and she was taking a chance using it ... a maniac chance but she was certain that to progress one must let go of past ideas and try new things, thought she didn't want to forget the lessons of the past outright ... just update them a little.
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2004 9:25 am
Southern Border of Greenwood
After pursuing his foes for some time, it became clear to Thranduil they were indeed alone, thus making it safe to take action.
It was now night and the foul Orcs slept against a great tree. As the company drew near, Thranduil grasped his bow and carefully reached for his quiver.
"Take the one on the right... I'll take the one on the left." Thranduil whispered to the Elf at his side. "Aim for the neck!"
Two arrows whistled through the dense woods; the first pierced the throat of its target; the second arrow was not so accurate, and hit the remaining Orc in the lower torso. The retched creature let out a hideous wail that echoed through the forest as though a mighty war-horn was being blown.
"Kill it!" Thranduil cried as the Orc began to crawl away.
A third arrow took flight and put an end the beast's misery.
"Let us hope that dreadful noise did not alert other evil creatures that may lurk in the darkness. We must return to camp; make haste!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 5:32 pm
Greenwood
Galorfil woke up and rubbed his eyes. Standing up, he dressed, and stepped outside. Looking around at the new day he decided that today he was just going to the Archery Range. Grabbing his Bow and a quiver full of arrows, Galorfil made his way quickly to the Archery Range. Stepping over roots and leaves lying on the ground, Galorfil suddenly stopped.
"Where am I" Galorfil wondered, looking around. He had never been to this part of the forest before.
"Hey! Who are you? This area is forbidden!" Came a voice from deep in the trees, "How old are you?"
"Sorry, sir" Galorfil replied stepping back, "I am lost"
"Just go back and ask somebody else!"
"Yes sir!" Galorfil turned quickly and walked back the way he came. After searching, Galorfil finally comes to the Archery Range. Looking for an empty spot, Galorfil knocks an arrow and fires until he runs out. Fetching his arrows, Galorfil turns and goes home.
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