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

Dagaron have been here only once, but never in the presence of Elrond. It was indeed an aweing experiance. He nodded his acknowledgment to the men already sitting, and bowed his head to the elves. This was going to be some meeting indeed.

Arwen and Gwen, her sister, bowed to eachother before she came upon Elrond who just nodded with his eyes elsewhere.

Tela thought surely they were to sit too. she walked over to an empty chair that was furthest away from the men and sat in.

Dagaron followed Tela's suit, and sat a few chair away from her, but still far away away from the rest of the group. He wants to watch them for a while before any else. He let his hand rest casually on the hilt of his sword. It was habit now, to always be alert and ready for a fight.

Tela fingered a hidden dagger. She watched looked straight ahead although her ears were pricked listening to the converstaion being exchange between the men.

Dagaron quietly watched the men and elves, noteing the different conversations, and friendships. He waited quietly to get a answer to the silnet question that was burning on the groups mind. Why are we here?

Theomer saw that they both had their hands on their weapons, and he did the same.

A elf walked p to Tela and attempted to to talk to her while sitting beside her. Tela just listened.

Dagaron rested his head on his hand, closing his eyes, and soaking in the atmosphere of Rivendell. It was a beautiful place. To other, he probably appeared to be asleep, but his other hand was carefully placed against a small knife in his belt, and his ears were still tuned in on the different conversations.

A man about his age sat down next to Theomer. "Good morning. I am Farathor of Gondor. It's a relief to see at least one other man here, with all the elves around."

"Good morning."

Tela glared at Farathor. She bit back a rettort to his comment.

Joined Tela in her glare. He hated the men that dishonored the elves liek that. After all they had doen for the human race.

Tela broke her glare to glance at Daragon. Seeing he felt the same way, she went over and sat beside Farathor. She whispered. "I'm sorry to e rude but you might want to keep comments like that to yourself or rephrase them." with that said, she got up and went back to her original seat.

Gwen stirred uncomfortable when he said that and brought her dagger closer to her grip.

Dagaron smiled. He was slowly begining to like Tela. He watch for the man reaction, but when he just stared at her, dumb founded, it took every ounce of consentration not to laugh.

Tela smirked. She clearly enjoyed that. She hadn't done anything like that in so long, she had forgotten how good it felt.

The man gave Tela an angry look. "I don't think she likes you very much," Theomer whispered to him jokingly.

"Typical elf," Farathor hissed. "Think they're somehow better than us. I promise you, I am just as fierce a warrior as any one of the immortals here." Theomer sighed impatiently.

((so what the hell is this meeting about...? Anybody know?))

Tela smiled at Theomer. It disappeared quickly though.

Dagaron looked over at the man and shook his head. "Its because of these immortals that our race is still in existence." He narrowed his sharp steel blue eyes at the man, showing he was not joking with his next sentence. "And you will show respect to them as long as you are with in ear shot of me. Do I make my self clear young one?"

Tela stiffled a laugh. She leaned forward but then turned to her left away from the others. She peered into the woods just wanting to walk through them.

(((No, but I wish I did because its getting hostile. Bad, Tela, Bad! 😉 )))