LOTR RP Game part 1- Journey to Fornost

(is bowled over by depth of attempted interaction)

ALSO present are two Half-Elven females, Nostariel and Firiel, which is a welcome to our new players Evy and Lily, whose bios are in the character background thread.

The two of you- whilst not exactly having had the bad journey these guys have had- have had similar experiences. Wondering through the shattered realm of Cardolan you both witnessed first hand the incredible hardship and deprivation of the people there as the Witch King's forces finally tear the place apart. Long columns of refugees exist and they are routinely slaughtered by Dulending and Orc patrols. Without adequate facilities, disease is rampant and killing many more. Those who stand and fight die- Cardolan can no longer muster an effective fighting force, except for some reports of an army existing down south and forts holding in the far west.

The plight of these people, whom you defended best you can but the enemy are too strong, moved you greatly. You heard that Athredain was largely untouched, civilisation still thrived there and their armies were strong,. The Cardolani people curse their neighbours for abandoming them to their fate. And so you have come to Fornost, the captial of the Northern Kingdom of Man, to petition King Arvedui to no longer ignore the cries for help of these people.

So the two of you have been invited (the Dunadain here being fascinated by hour Half-Elven ancestry, especially as your father was from Arthedain) to attend this meeting as wlel, awaiting the King. You can see all the people I have listed above, plus the other players (as listed in the backgrounds thread)

Go ahead, have fun, flirt, whatever...

vardalain approaches aranarth trying to opne a conversation
"i thank you for tending my wounds prince..."

"I am glad to see that you are recovering," says Aranarth (who only shows minor annoyance at not being called 'your Highness'😉, "though I cannot take credit for it myself. Though I assure you that if the wound had been mortal I would have saved you personally."

(i thought about calling him by formallities...but i'm a noldor for christ sakes 😛...BUT..i think i will from now)

"indeed you would have.
Why was princess mallachiel under such a light escort?...she seems to be wuite a target"

Ah- remember if Noldor respect ANYONE among man it is the Dunadain, and this is Dunadan royalty. Just about edges in on even the Noldor radar! This guy is Elrond's great-great-blahblahblahblahblah grandnephew, after all. Remember how much respect Aragorn was accorded in Rivendell in LOTR, even by Elrond who had lost faith in man?

"I was a hunting party," says Aranarth. "It was only a token guard. There has never been an orcish raid that deep into our lands before- a mystery.

"May I ask what brings ambassadors from Rivendell here? Does Elrond have some message for my father?"

(*whaps rex over the head* 😄 nowwww....off to socialize...)

*having no desire to borrow clothing, finuvien is wearing what she always does...[i forget what this was, or maybe i never specified it...so let's just say it's brown leather pants, dark brown t-shirt with leather vest?]*

*seeing the rather outta place blonde man, fin walks over*
"not in formal wear this evening, i see," fin says with a laugh "how ever did you manage to avoid gorlim's wrath?"

"no, your highness" (there! 😛) says vardalain
" we're a way of expressing lord elrond's care for arthedain. His concern is great indeed but unfortunatley he can't do much to help this cause."

Aranarth raises an eyebrow.

"So you are here to say that no help is coming?"

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"Sod Gorlim," says the man to you, Fin. "This is what I wear to court. They just have to live with that." On his armour is an emblem, a white horse an a green background.

"and to which court do you belong? that is, if not to the one here assembled..."

"I am the Eothian ambassador," he says. "I am Marakith. And who is this charming Elvenkind I have the honour of addressing?"

Eothians? You have not heasrd of them Fin. No, wait! You have heard of a people called the Eotheod, who not long ago were the Eothrain tribes of the lands north of Mordor. They now live the other side of the Misty Mountains, to the west of the Mirkwood that is your home. Big on horses.

*with a small nod of her head* "i am finuvien, an ambassador of sorts for the elves who dwell in mirkwood. i have not travelled much, but your ppl's name sounds familiar to me. do you ride much?"

Marakith smiles (which makes his angular face seem far more amiable)

"Every Eothian rides," he says. "We are the finest horsemen in the entire of Middle-Earth. They like to say we are born in the saddle..."

"yes, i have heard that said of the Eotheod. myself, i am not a very proficient rider. i'm much more used to travelling by foot."

"Well, they say much if the Elves and their abilities on foot.

You had a fight, I hear?"

"yes...we were nearly completely overrun. had the arthedanian knights, who came to our rescue, been even ten minutes later, i suspect we all would have been dead. and you? how was your journey to fornost?"

Talin begins to feel out of place at the 'party,' being the only dwarf. He is wearing the offered clothes because his battle armor has been sent to the local blacksmith to be cleaned, repaired, and polished. He approaches the smiling old man.

"Hello sir, how are you on this fine evening?" Talin asks politely, trying to start a conversation.

Anglomir walks over to the blonde man eyeing Aranui curiously.

"Hello, I'm Anglomir, a Gondorian soldier. Who might you be?" Anglomir asks.

(btw, the Eothain become the Rohirrim, right?)

William listens in on Finuvien's chat with Marakith. "I'm too small to ride a horse without another being on the horse with me. I'm liable to fall off."

"And yes, it was quite a battle. Finuvien and I were the Princess' last defence just about."

"indeed. Not in military forces anyway. Imladris isn't the safest place on middle earth either, adn our defenses are still too low."

(am i right here..or am i babbling? help isn't on the way, no?)