Calenlondiel's Lord Of The Rings Game "Many Meetings"

Tela roller her eyes at the two. "Sheep." she whispered meaning no offense

Dagaron eyed Tela from the corner of his eye. "Just doing what I think is right, thats all."

"No not you." she said. Tela obviously was flustered. She was no good at conversations or smooth talking. That had been her brother's expertise, but he was gone now.

Arwen glared at her and just smiled.

Tela had a pained look as she thought of her fallen brother. She had not noticed Arwen or anyone else for that manner.

Dagaron saw Tela's face and nudged her with his elbow. "Hey, are you ok?" he wispered.

Tela shook her head as she came out of the reveree. "I'm fine." She lied "thank you fo your concern"

Dagaron saw the lie in her eyes, but said nothing more. He wouldn't bother her. He looked back to Elrond. "My Lord, if there is nothing further to discuss for the moment, I would like time to clear my head and get a breathe of fresh air." He glanced over at the men. "It is begining to smell here."
Elrond's face showed disapprovement, but his eyes had a slight twinkle in them. "Of course Master Dagaron. You may all have time to get food and drink, and stretch your legs. We will meet back here for the rest of the meeting in an hour or so."
Dagaron nodded and stood, walking back to the path. Once he was out of sight of the others, he slipped off the path and into the deep woods.

Tela stood. As she walked past the men, one had the audacity to stick out his foot and trip her. Tela stumbled forward but caught her balance. She spun around and glared at the man.. "I keep my word. As long as you are on Elrond's home ground, you live, take one step out of this meeting area and I will promise you immense pain."

Theomer waited until Dagaron and Tela had both left, then stood and followed them. He paused in front of the man who had tripped Tela, giving him a brief warning look. He was good at conveying thoughts exclusively through facial expressions.

Tela's threat had visbly shaken the man and as if that were not enough Theomer did not help. The man stood and excused himself from his party. He went to his room and washed his face with cold water.

Tela walked into the room she was staying in. Thank goodness it wasn't extravagant. Elrond knew her preferences. She was a warrior. As long as there was a desk, bed, and bathroom, she was happy.

Dagaron walked through the woods, enjoying his time in the peace. He made a wide circle and came back to the meeting place. He stood now in the empty circle of chair and looked around. It seemed so much more peaceful without the others there.
He pulled his sword from its sheath and fingered the blade. He held the sword in front of him, swinging it lightly, getting the feeling of the extra wieght back in his mind. It had been a while since he had weilded the weapon in battle, but not to long. He would serve this cause as much as possible.

Theomer walked out to Dairazor's pasture and stroked the horse's long neck and face in a rough, friendly way.

Arwen decided to take a walk.

Tela sat at her window. Taking out the silver flute that had been in her pocket, She began to play sadly.

Theomer faintly heard a quiet tune drifting over the breeze and paused to listen. Dairazor, too perked his ears and paused at the sound.

Dagaron heard a faint, sad Elven flute tune, but continued in his light sword exrecises. He twirled the blade masterfully, regaining the feeling of the extra wieght. He longed to be in battle, that was where he was at home, in the middle of trail, he had been apart of much in his time, and was all but friends with hardship.

Tela stopped playing and silently cried. She still could not bare to think of her brother. Loosing him was worse then anything. She would kill a thousand shifts of an army to have him back.

Arwen trotted through the forest until an arrow whizzed by her head and she ducked.

Theomer heard the music stop. In the silence, he heard the dull thud of an arrow burying itself in a tree trunk. He stopped what he was doing, ears alert, and turned a slow circle around. Before long, another arrow zipped by his head, grazing his ear and spooking his horse. He leapt onto Dairazor's back, sword drawn, and charged in the direction the arrow had come from.