"We have her!" A graceful elf stepped through the archway delicately, addressing Isilindil.
"Merewan?" I questioned. These elves always thought you knew exactly what they were talking about!
"Yes. We have taken her to be questioned, and she seems to want words with you two." The corners of his mouth twitched.
We had arrived at Rivendell late two night before, tired and footsore. Brundt had embraced us wholeheartedly - it seems he had worried about us dreadfully, for leaving us behind. Olorin gave his cursory greeting - with riddles and word tricks, but I felt safer to see him. He has a very calming presence, like the sea. Ranewan had embraced Isilindil, I think that there might be something between them from the way that he was so relieved to see her (and by extent, me) safe from harm.
The elves had treated our feet and laid us to rest like children, and we had awoken the next day to birdsong and flute music.
We had quickly shown Olorin what we had with us the night we got back, and we had held a council with the elves as soon as we had slept, explaining what a Muted was. We had treated the Muted's wounds and given it food. It didn't seem to be angry, more upset and disgruntled. Another sign of their changing.
Now it seemed that we were to pay the repercussions for Merewan's betrayal.
"Isilindil?" My voice was timid and tired.
"Yes?"
"Do you think Olorin will be angry? And what will we do about Merewan?"
"I'm sure that Olorin will be able to placate her, Ruby. And I think Olorin has a clue about this plague that has struck nature. He seems to be keeping something from the elves, untill he can meet with us."
"Will we be going off with Brundt and Ranewan again?" I smiled. Even though the adventure would be fraught with dangers, I would enjoy their company.
"Perhaps." Isilindil strode ahead now, making her way towards Olorin, who had appeared in the door. His forehead was wrinkled with worry.
"What is it?" Something had to be wrong, for Olorin to look so doubtful.
"It's Brundt" Olorin started and then stopped "He's been kidnapped."
-Ruby Burrows
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Merenwen to Rivendell
Crystal lines of garnet flowed across the sky and garnet changed to auburn as the sun rose. Merenwen mounted upon her horse and began her journey towards Rivendell.
The search for Ruby, Isilindil and the stolen Muted had proven unfruitful, the elf knew where they would look and what they would be looking for. Merenwen had decided upon traveling to Rivendell in the hopes that she would reach it before them, it was impossible for the Muted's to come with her for it would be to dangerous a journey for them. Not all would trust the strange twisted orcs.
The land was quiet and closed as the horse and it's master passed through. Merenwen's thoughts had little time to travel as her mind bent sharply around the betrayal of Isilindil and Ruby.
Rivendell's entrance took her two days to find as it had been well hid from unfriendly eyes. After Merenwen's search proved to not be in vain she dismounted and tucking a scroll into her mount's saddle bag she whispered to him and he galloped away, gladly free of his master.
Green leather boots strode across the smooth stone and Merenwen entered. Immediately she was surrounded by wood elf's clad in green, their bows and swords drawn towards her throat.
~
Isilindil Telperien
The search for Ruby, Isilindil and the stolen Muted had proven unfruitful, the elf knew where they would look and what they would be looking for. Merenwen had decided upon traveling to Rivendell in the hopes that she would reach it before them, it was impossible for the Muted's to come with her for it would be to dangerous a journey for them. Not all would trust the strange twisted orcs.
The land was quiet and closed as the horse and it's master passed through. Merenwen's thoughts had little time to travel as her mind bent sharply around the betrayal of Isilindil and Ruby.
Rivendell's entrance took her two days to find as it had been well hid from unfriendly eyes. After Merenwen's search proved to not be in vain she dismounted and tucking a scroll into her mount's saddle bag she whispered to him and he galloped away, gladly free of his master.
Green leather boots strode across the smooth stone and Merenwen entered. Immediately she was surrounded by wood elf's clad in green, their bows and swords drawn towards her throat.
~
Isilindil Telperien
Sunday, March 16, 2014
A new Dawn
My feet were weary with walking: we had not stopped since we had left Moria, for fear of followers.
The air was dark and grimy. It was the dusk of the following day, but I was not tired, I was fuelled by fear and my fear of the others in Rivendell. Isilindil had given the Muted orc a potion that made it fall asleep immediately, and there was not trouble from it.
I didn't raise my eyes to see the tall, humped figure of Isilindil and her load in front of me, I knew she was there and leading the way as sure as I was of my own shadow in the daytime. Nevertheless, I still felt laden with worries.
What will happen to Brundt and Ranewan? How does Olorin know what to do? It seemed that the only way not to worry was to trust blindly, but looking at the path it seemed filled with potholes and precipices! Ho could I walk knowingly down it when I had no one to guide me? My doubts filled me with guilt, and the guilt led to more doubts. It seemed a never ending circle of despair.
But then, I paused. I had felt a change in the air, and like a rabbit from its burrow, I lifted my head and sniffed the air.
Then I realized - it was dawn. The pink and golden colors of hope were being painted across the sky as I watched, and they were changing and moving in ways too beautiful to comprehend. I decided to stop worrying, what will come will come.
"Ruby? Are you coming?" I started at Isilindil's tentative voice.
"Yes, sorry, was lost in thought..." we smiled briefly, and continued walking. It no longer seemed so bleak and desperate. I felt the new day in my bones as much as I felt it in my eyes, and with this hope I could do anything.
-Ruby Burrows
"Where are they!" Merewan screeched, clawing at her face, as she looked at the pale Muted before her.
"They're gone, ma'am. They took Urak, my watch-partner. They knocked me out." The Muted replied, looking at his feet.
"We must go after them! What do they hope to achieve? We trusted them!"
Beckoning at her personal guard of Muted. she bade them scour the land for any sign of the elf and hobbit, and not to stop until they could return with them and Urak, dead or alive.
"We trusted them!" she screeched again.
And so the Muted's left, in the same hopeful dawn as Ruby, and ran their trail, picking up the scent. Their skin didn't burn in the sun anymore, and they could travel in the day as well as night.
The air was dark and grimy. It was the dusk of the following day, but I was not tired, I was fuelled by fear and my fear of the others in Rivendell. Isilindil had given the Muted orc a potion that made it fall asleep immediately, and there was not trouble from it.
I didn't raise my eyes to see the tall, humped figure of Isilindil and her load in front of me, I knew she was there and leading the way as sure as I was of my own shadow in the daytime. Nevertheless, I still felt laden with worries.
What will happen to Brundt and Ranewan? How does Olorin know what to do? It seemed that the only way not to worry was to trust blindly, but looking at the path it seemed filled with potholes and precipices! Ho could I walk knowingly down it when I had no one to guide me? My doubts filled me with guilt, and the guilt led to more doubts. It seemed a never ending circle of despair.
But then, I paused. I had felt a change in the air, and like a rabbit from its burrow, I lifted my head and sniffed the air.
Then I realized - it was dawn. The pink and golden colors of hope were being painted across the sky as I watched, and they were changing and moving in ways too beautiful to comprehend. I decided to stop worrying, what will come will come.
"Ruby? Are you coming?" I started at Isilindil's tentative voice.
"Yes, sorry, was lost in thought..." we smiled briefly, and continued walking. It no longer seemed so bleak and desperate. I felt the new day in my bones as much as I felt it in my eyes, and with this hope I could do anything.
-Ruby Burrows
"Where are they!" Merewan screeched, clawing at her face, as she looked at the pale Muted before her.
"They're gone, ma'am. They took Urak, my watch-partner. They knocked me out." The Muted replied, looking at his feet.
"We must go after them! What do they hope to achieve? We trusted them!"
Beckoning at her personal guard of Muted. she bade them scour the land for any sign of the elf and hobbit, and not to stop until they could return with them and Urak, dead or alive.
"We trusted them!" she screeched again.
And so the Muted's left, in the same hopeful dawn as Ruby, and ran their trail, picking up the scent. Their skin didn't burn in the sun anymore, and they could travel in the day as well as night.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
But to Wait is Sorrow
"I am overwhelmed by your welcome Olorin." Brundt casually took out a pipe and raised his eyebrows at the tall dark figure angrily staring at him.
"You did not even try to follow them. They could be dead right now." Olorin glared.
"There was nothing I could do," Brundt rose past three years as he stood up and faced Olorin, "I did not want to leave them but fate does not write an easy story." he paused.
"They will most likely meet up with Merenwen in Moria, if they do not," Olorin's voice trailed off into a web of mutterings.
"You were saying?" Ranewan spoke up for the first time in this heated discussion.
"Let us pray that they meet up with her and that they stay there for there are dangers uncountable for a hobbit and elf in the lands between Rivendell and Moria." Olorin swept past Brundt and Ranewan.
"If I may ask," Brundt turned questioningly towards Ranewan, "How long have you known Isilindil And Ruby?"
Ranewan gave a low laugh, "Isilindil I have known since she was a young elf, and Ruby I met less then a year ago." he looked up sadly at Brundt, "Funny how strange paths become when crossed, how smeared and blinding when one is unsure."
~
Isilindil Telperien
"You did not even try to follow them. They could be dead right now." Olorin glared.
"There was nothing I could do," Brundt rose past three years as he stood up and faced Olorin, "I did not want to leave them but fate does not write an easy story." he paused.
"They will most likely meet up with Merenwen in Moria, if they do not," Olorin's voice trailed off into a web of mutterings.
"You were saying?" Ranewan spoke up for the first time in this heated discussion.
"Let us pray that they meet up with her and that they stay there for there are dangers uncountable for a hobbit and elf in the lands between Rivendell and Moria." Olorin swept past Brundt and Ranewan.
"If I may ask," Brundt turned questioningly towards Ranewan, "How long have you known Isilindil And Ruby?"
Ranewan gave a low laugh, "Isilindil I have known since she was a young elf, and Ruby I met less then a year ago." he looked up sadly at Brundt, "Funny how strange paths become when crossed, how smeared and blinding when one is unsure."
~
Isilindil Telperien
Friday, March 7, 2014
The Kidnapping
Isilindil crept along ahead of me, silently and swiftly. I could only see
her outline through the gloom - we had decided against any form of
illumination, it would give away our whereabouts.
About fifteen minutes earlier, we had pushed several rocks into a deep well, setting off loud, reverberating noises and creating a distraction for us to slip away unnoticed.
"Shh...We’re there..." Isilindil voice drifted out of the darkness, halting me mid-step.
"Do you have the sack?" I asked. It was crucial to our plan, but so common in the art of kidnapping that I feared that they might expect it anyways.
I peeped around Isilindil's silhouette. There were two Muted, one taller and wider, and the other much smaller and weasely, standing guard by the secret exit out of the caverns, it was known only to the ones on the inside, practically invisible on the outside. I don't think dwarves had made it, as it was neither fancy nor grand. It was crude and hewn out of the rock as if by swords hacking they’re way through the undergrowth. But it was useful and therefore valuable.
"Alright... On the count of three...One... two... three!" With a graceful bound, Isilindil soared out of the hallway we had been huddled in, and landed in a pile on the first, larger Muted.
I ran out of the cavern a split-second later and silenced the first Muted, who had begun to wail, with a quick blow to the head.
Isilindil threw the sack over, and I pulled it over the smaller Muted's head. Isilindil strode over - I glanced at the large Muted. He was stunned, not dead. I felt strangely relieved - as if I had grown close to these Muteds, and did not wish any harm to befall them. With a shock, I realized that WAS how I felt.
Looking away, I saw Isilindil tie the sack up and host it over her shoulder. I too shouldered the packs of food and equipment we had salvaged, well, stole, from the Muted, and we stood up.
"To Rivendell?" I asked, although it wasn’t really a question.
"To Rivendell." She replied.
And out we stepped, leaving Moria and the Muted. I stepped outside; the night was cold and fresh. I took a breath, and then set off after Isilindil.
We left Moria, and probably left enemies.
-Ruby Burrows
About fifteen minutes earlier, we had pushed several rocks into a deep well, setting off loud, reverberating noises and creating a distraction for us to slip away unnoticed.
"Shh...We’re there..." Isilindil voice drifted out of the darkness, halting me mid-step.
"Do you have the sack?" I asked. It was crucial to our plan, but so common in the art of kidnapping that I feared that they might expect it anyways.
I peeped around Isilindil's silhouette. There were two Muted, one taller and wider, and the other much smaller and weasely, standing guard by the secret exit out of the caverns, it was known only to the ones on the inside, practically invisible on the outside. I don't think dwarves had made it, as it was neither fancy nor grand. It was crude and hewn out of the rock as if by swords hacking they’re way through the undergrowth. But it was useful and therefore valuable.
"Alright... On the count of three...One... two... three!" With a graceful bound, Isilindil soared out of the hallway we had been huddled in, and landed in a pile on the first, larger Muted.
I ran out of the cavern a split-second later and silenced the first Muted, who had begun to wail, with a quick blow to the head.
Isilindil threw the sack over, and I pulled it over the smaller Muted's head. Isilindil strode over - I glanced at the large Muted. He was stunned, not dead. I felt strangely relieved - as if I had grown close to these Muteds, and did not wish any harm to befall them. With a shock, I realized that WAS how I felt.
Looking away, I saw Isilindil tie the sack up and host it over her shoulder. I too shouldered the packs of food and equipment we had salvaged, well, stole, from the Muted, and we stood up.
"To Rivendell?" I asked, although it wasn’t really a question.
"To Rivendell." She replied.
And out we stepped, leaving Moria and the Muted. I stepped outside; the night was cold and fresh. I took a breath, and then set off after Isilindil.
We left Moria, and probably left enemies.
-Ruby Burrows
Monday, March 3, 2014
A Kidnapping Conspiracy
"Olorin sent a message this morning to say that he cannot persuade Gontorion to come to Moria. Gontorion mistrusts the Orcs." Ruby breathlessly exclaimed.
"It was as we should of expected," I sighed, "Elves can be stubborn creatures when they believe they are right. Besides the wisest Elves have passed into the West, there are none now that posses the wisdom of old."
"What should we do?" Ruby asked, "It's not like we can just take a Muted and travel to Rivendell in hopes that upon seeing it they will decide to follow Olorin."
"Well why couldn't we?" I cried, "I don't believe the youngest Muted would make a lot of fuss. Merenwen would never let us take it so we would have to do it secretly. It is worth a try at the least, there isn't another path to tread that my eyes can see."
"You know better then I do, but the risk we would be taking is extremely high. They would have no reason to believe that we weren't traitors were we to be caught before Rivendell." Ruby remarked doubtfully.
"Of course there would be a great risk but as I have already said there is nothing else we can do within reason to aide Olorin." I replied.
"Even if there was no risk of being caught I see no way in which we could take the youngest Muted without causing temporal or permanent damage to those which guard it. If we are aggressive towards the Muted then they shall respond in kind no doubt. This could be fatal as you well know Isilindil." Ruby stood unconvinced with her arms firmly placed on her hips.
"Stubborn Hobbit," I cried, "Do you have a better plan then that which I have thought of? We cannot merely abandon Olorin, Brundt and Ranewan to deal with these Elves. I doubt they will be swayed till they see for themselves what they are being asked to fight for."
"Very well," Ruby scowled, "But if we end up limbless, headless or dead it is entirely your fault."
I laughed, "Very good. But don't worry, I don't think we shall end this limbless or headless. Dead now, that is another matter."
~
Isilindil Telperien
"It was as we should of expected," I sighed, "Elves can be stubborn creatures when they believe they are right. Besides the wisest Elves have passed into the West, there are none now that posses the wisdom of old."
"What should we do?" Ruby asked, "It's not like we can just take a Muted and travel to Rivendell in hopes that upon seeing it they will decide to follow Olorin."
"Well why couldn't we?" I cried, "I don't believe the youngest Muted would make a lot of fuss. Merenwen would never let us take it so we would have to do it secretly. It is worth a try at the least, there isn't another path to tread that my eyes can see."
"You know better then I do, but the risk we would be taking is extremely high. They would have no reason to believe that we weren't traitors were we to be caught before Rivendell." Ruby remarked doubtfully.
"Of course there would be a great risk but as I have already said there is nothing else we can do within reason to aide Olorin." I replied.
"Even if there was no risk of being caught I see no way in which we could take the youngest Muted without causing temporal or permanent damage to those which guard it. If we are aggressive towards the Muted then they shall respond in kind no doubt. This could be fatal as you well know Isilindil." Ruby stood unconvinced with her arms firmly placed on her hips.
"Stubborn Hobbit," I cried, "Do you have a better plan then that which I have thought of? We cannot merely abandon Olorin, Brundt and Ranewan to deal with these Elves. I doubt they will be swayed till they see for themselves what they are being asked to fight for."
"Very well," Ruby scowled, "But if we end up limbless, headless or dead it is entirely your fault."
I laughed, "Very good. But don't worry, I don't think we shall end this limbless or headless. Dead now, that is another matter."
~
Isilindil Telperien
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