The Eotheod will indeed later become the Rohirrim (though literally speaking that is just Elvish for 'Master of Horses' so the Elves tend to call them that anyway; the Eotheod to their own ears become the Eorlings)
"Solid people, Halflings," says Marakith. "My journey was less eventful- the orcs and thrice-damned Dunlendings seek easier prey than those on horseback. You can give a Dunlending a horse, of course, but he would most likely eat it, and there are virtually no Wargs away from the front lines, not yet.
"Where was it you were ambushed?"
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"I am well," says the old man, Talin, and seems to leave it at that.
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"I can SEE you are a Gondorian soldier," says the man to you, Anglomir. "What are you doing here? Who is your charge?"
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Elrond made it clear that no help was forthcoming.
"That is grave news," says Aranarth. "Maybe we can help change your Lord's mind."
"I am as well as can be expected for a dying man. And my name is Malbeth."
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"They haven't been that deep in before; it is very dangerous for them," says Marakith. He reaches into a pouch on his side and pulls out a map of Arnor, already covered with many notes and scribblings. "Show me," he says.
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(Aranui not actually a Lord, BB, not until his father dies!)
"Aranui Erendurin? Lord Erendurin's son? Why wasn't I informed of your coming? If you have business here you have business telling me. I am Turambar, King Earnil's ambassador to Arvedui's court. All Gondorians here answer to me."
"Simply that Imladris continues as it ever has done since before our memories, completely untouched, whilst our Realm is threatened with imminent extinction. It is being said, and not without cause, that the Elves are not willing to risk one blade of grass of their land for the entirity of the human realms."
"And so, fearing for your own way of life, you do nothing at all to help us? You think that even sending one company of soldiers would doom your home? Elrond's memory must be short for an Elf's. My forefathers liberated his people from the yoke of Sauron with no hesitation, nor was his mentor Gil-Galad ever hesitant in sending aid to us. I suppose Elrond will just continue to watch and watch until we are all dead and who wil help save Imladris then?"
Firiel and Nostariel walked into the meeting a few minutes late. Upon entering, the room seemed to become still as these two estranged half-elves stood at the doorway. Both were fair, and had seemed to have similarities between the two, this being because they were twins, though not identical. Nostariel was dressed in a long, golden gown which reached down to her feet. Firiel, on the other hand, enjoyed to dress simple and wore blue leather pants with a matching light blue shirt, in which the sleeves were wide, flowing as she walked. They glanced at eachother and smiled.
Firiel leaned over and whispered to her Nostariel. "Perhaps this is a good time to socialize?"
"Indeed. Let us stay here for a while though," she replied.
Nostariel and Firiel glided over to a corner in which they began to speak to eachother quietly, observing their surroundings carefully.