Lord of the Rings RPG by Helios

[Helios]

Ethrandil appeared slightly saurprised for a moment that someone had actually not heard of Finrod Felagund, but he concealed this nicely.

"I am certain that Lord Finrod would like to be acquainted with you."

And thus, he led the band of Dwarves across a section of wood to the road, where a glorious host of Elves was on the march in beautiful, disciplined columns in the shining, magnificent armour and bearing the brilliant arms of the First Age, while banners with the emblem of Finrod, an ornate harp on a green background, fluttered high in the breeze. Twenty thousand Elves, in fact, the entire army of Nargothrond, with five thousand riding on white steeds and Finrod Felagund, fairest and noblest Elf in Beleriand himself at their head.

Swiftly moving to his lord's side, Finrod for the Elves to halt and listened towhat Ethrandil told him,

"Lord Finrod, while scouting in the forests to our east, I encountered this group of people whom claim to be enemies of Morgoth as well and whom wish to fight by your side."

He motioned to the Dwarves, standing slightly awkardly by the side.

"They call themselves Dwarves."

[Svenningen]

The dwarves settled down, and Lehren chose to bring two dwarfs with him, not bringing his own son actually, he choose two rather dumb, but excellent warriors.
As they advanced towards Finrod, Lehren specifically told the dwarves he brought not to speak unless spoken to, and just stand back until order is given otherwise.

When they came to the meadow, a smile came upon Lehren's face, and the jaws of the other two Dwarves dropped. One stuttered "H-h-hhe is the most beautifullest person I even seen". Lehren gave the Dwarf that pierced the silence an evil glare, and the Dwarves mouth's slammed shut.
Infront of them he stood, the fairest of them all, half-Vanya, half-Noldo. With a long slender body, a beautiful face and long golden hair, truly the fairest of all the Noldor, if not, the fairest of all beings. Lehren greeted Finrod politely, and bowed infront of him. They talked long about the upcoming events and their common enemy. And hopefully, this would secure long friendship between the Elves and the Dwarves, because Finrod and Lehren quickly became friends, and told eachother legends of their kind, and it was already night when they finished. Lehren returned to his people who were already sleeping on the ground, with a smile on his face, Lehren also went to sleep. They slept safe, with the Elves watching over, because, the Elves did not require sleep.

In the same time as Lehren was discussing and enjoying his time with Finrod. An Elf, that looked not excactly like the others, he was like his master Finrod. Even more beautiful than most of the Elves, he was Ethrandil.
Ethrandil politely gestured Beruin to approach him for a conversation, he led him out of the tight woods, and into a more open part of the forest, where they could see the skies. It was close to nightfall, and as Ethrandil stopped, he glared at the heaven and skies above. Confused, Beruin rushed to his side, and copied his movements, looking confused up on the heavens above. Ethrandil opened his mouth for conversation, and began: "So,..

[Helios]

"A storm approaches, but it is one we shall end when Morgoth is utterly defeated. In the meantime, we do have a small amount of time to spare during which I hope you will satiate my curiosity about your origins, following which I may reciprocate. Of course, Aule created the Seven Fathers of the Dwarven race, as we studied according to that which we were taught by the Valar, but in much else, you are shrouded in mystery. Who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here?"

[Svenningen]

"Well, sadly, I do not possess much more knowledge myself. Our tribe got divided from the main tribes after a conflict among the dwarves, a civil war was about to break out, and if it happened, all dwarves would be doomed, the caverns would surely collapse. In fear of this, the head of the tribe at the time, name Dingorin, migrated the entire tribe to mountains further east. It was the first time the dwarves ever saw the surface. After this, we havent heard from the other tribes, we just keep to our self. We are here to assist. The weird thing with our tribe, apart from other dwarves, we like the surface, we often travel there, and we study the animals, and their signs. We saw the animals fleeing north, wich meant trouble in south. So we sent out a scout to get some rumours, and he caught drift that the elves were on the move. Quickly, we moved as fast as we could, hoping to battle at your side, or against. Battle we were prepared for, and battle we shall have! You decide wich side of the axe you would like to stand on, pointy-ears!"

Beruin skimmed around himself, and resumed to ask some friendly questions to the elf. "So, who are you, and are the rumors true? Are you an immortal? And most importantly, how are your skills in battle, weapon of choice?"

[Bender74d]

Saberan kept watch that night removing his blindfold and allowing the moon to illuminate his vision.  He and Silvertounge had set up camp out of earshot of the targets camp when they had taken a stop that evening.  Over the past few days the duo took turns getting rest when they could, which was very rare.  The group they were following stopped very rarely and for short periods of time.

Earlier in the day Saberan got curious and convinced Silvertounge that more information was needed on this group before they decided to do anything risky.  Venturing closer to the travelers Saberan used every bit of talent he had learned to quiet his movements, it was then he heard it.  With a swift motion he raised his hand to get Silvertounge to stop moving, Saberan needed absolute silence to be sure.

He focused with all his might and there, very faintly he heard it...almost like the wind itself taking a footstep.  It was quiet and delicate but there none-the-less.  At first Saberan was impressed, someone being able to move so quietly, but then he got nervous.  Who could posses the ability to move that quietly or worse yet, who would need to move that quietly?  It was then he realized the steps were heading his way.  He motioned for Silvertounge to take cover and, heading his own advice, tucked himself into the trunk of a dead tree.  It only took a few moments before the travelers scout passed by which impressed Saberan even more...he would of bet anything he had that the steps he heard were much farther away.

Had Saberan not pulled his blindfold down he would have never believed Silvertounge when he later described the scout.  He was geared for battle yet his armor made no noise as he moved.  They were in way over their head, he could think of nothing else to do but stay put and remain as silent as possible.  The scout never even spared a glance in Saberan’s direction, however he never made a misstep toward Silvertounge.  As the scout got closer to Silvertounge's cover he slowed his step and drew his blade.  Moving at almost a crawl now the scout was within leaping distance of the bush that held Silvertounge when suddenly Culas flew out of the bush up the nearest tree.

The scout stopped and relaxed his stance.  He turned around and said "it was just a squirrel again".

"These woods are full of them, lets head back to camp." said another scout

Where did that one come from?!? Saberan was in shock and awe at the way these travelers moved.  When the coast was clear both Saberan and Silvertounge headed back to their camp and set up for the night since evening was approaching quickly.

"This is way bigger than we thought" said Silvertounge

"I think we may have a problem, let’s get some rest and we'll figure out what to do in the morning." replied Saberan

Saberan kept watch that night removing his blindfold and allowing the moon to illuminate his vision. 

[JaceArveduin]

After several weeks of hunting, memorizing the stolen map, and training Shadow, Singed was rather pleased with his progress. "Shadow!" He called, "Heel." The wolf promptly came to heel, so Singed threw him a piece of meat. "Good boy," he said, "It's time we move off to hardier hunting ground, so follow." So, with Shadow on his heels, Singed made his way westward to the Pass of Anact. According to his easily acquired map, would be a richer, though more dangerous, hunting ground. Of course, that's just they way he likes them. So they set off jogging westward for another, rather uneventful, day in the mountains. As he got further west, he noticed the animals were becoming more scarce. "I hope you are as good at getting food as you are at eating it," Singed told Shadow, "because if you aren't, you are going to get hungry." To which Shadow just tilted his head, "Crazy wolf," Singed muttered, " we will see then." So with this new knowledge stored away, he spent the next two days gathering all the food he could and preserving it as best he could. Unbeknown to Singed, a great eagle had been watching his movements for the last few days. Late after the eagle learned of his general course, he returned to report to King Turgon of Gondolin. "Welcome, Scout of Thorondor, what brings you this peaceful night" King Turgon asked? "Hello, King of Gondolin, I just came to report a lone goblin making his way west across Ered Gorgoroth, I don't know what this portrays, since goblins almost never travel alone. Though, if this one is a scout, he is doing a horrible job of covering his tracks. Shall I have him killed?  Or would you rather me capture him for questioning," asked the scout. "Nay, don't kill him. Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesnt hurt anyone. Though, if he is going through Ered Gorgoroth, there won't be many on the list to protect, and if he does somehow survive, we could be ridden of several pests."

[Helios]

"The rumours about the Silmarils, the greatest and brightest jewels to have ever been created by the most talented craftsman to have ever lived are true, to do justice to the skill of Feanor and the wonder of his creations, which contain the Light of the Two Trees. Unfortunately, most of the Noldor are here for these Silmarils, which scarcely seems like a noble, Elven endeavour. Fortunately, there are a few others such as myself, Lord Finrod and High King Fingolfin whom are more selfless; truly, we care not for those trinkets for our attention is on the greater matters of the world, and are here simply to assist our brethren and friends whom will need it in this strange new world. Regarding the immortality question, suffice it to say that where mortals are concerned, we do not die and are sufficiently longeval to be considered immortal, but time presses upon us and I do not have the luxury to expound the nature of the world. As you may have noticed, I am like my peers, if not slightly better than some of the Noldor whom usually prefer sword combat, an archer but have had experience with all weapons. My second favourite would be the traditional weapon of the Vanyar, the spear. Now notice the swift passage of time! Rest is crucial, for we are not far from Hithlum, where Fingolfin awaits!"

[Helios]

It is time to begin fearing Morgoth

"Lord Sauron, those Elves are on the move! Our spies report large hosts converging upon us from both west and east."

"Pesky, arrogant Elves! We shall crush them and they shall fall like dust below my feet in the name of our Master Morgoth!"

"There is more to report, Lord. Spies witnessed the travelling of a certain band of short axe-wielding warriors travelling with the Elves!"

"Dwarves! It seems that the Elves have gathered the Free Peoples in league with them! It is no matter; Dwarf and Elf alike will fall before the Orcish hordes."

"Finally, lord, there is one more piece of intriguing news to deliver; we have seen two very unique people following an Elven host in the West, yet never revealing themselves openly. One of them is short, but completely unlike the Dwarves; the other one is a curious anomaly. I cannot identify him!"

This finally caught Sauron's full attention.

"Very strange; Drothog, take an army stationed in Dorthonion with you and establish an ambush for these people. One army of Orcs alone cannot hope to take on a full Elven host, but you are to wreak as much havoc as possible; kill their leaders and captains, and kill the Dwarves! Once those short fellows are dead, the Dwarves' morale will suffer greatly, and they will think twice before joining the Elves on more expeditions against us. Finally, I want you to capture the two strangers by any means necessary. But I want them alive and well enough for questioning. Now tell me, do you know whom leads thius Host?"

"It is a great Prince of theirs by the name of Finrod Felagund."

Sauron seethed.

"Finrod...the fairest of all the Elves. Kill him too! I want his fair head brought back to me! It will make a fine trophy!"

Be prepared; all of you should expect a very large number of Orcs to come upon you soon.

[Helios]

It appears that the RPG's vitality is failing again.

Please, everyone, let's make an effort to preserve its life.

[Bender74d]

I'll post again tomorrow, i've been abit distracted with another project.  I apoligize.

[Helios]

Still waiting on that post of yours

[Bender74d]

Saberan didn't sleep well in his off shift...there was too much to worry about.  So many questions kept running through his head. 

"Who are these people and where did they come from?”

Saberan decided that since sleep was not an option he would try to come up with a plan on what their next move would be.  The two had several ideas ranging from plans to continue their intended actions, to leaving outright.  It was in the middle of the discussion that Culas sprang from the bushes.  Almost immediately Silvertounge turned to Saberan and said “We need to move…NOW”.  The two hastily gathered their gear and began to head out.  It didn’t take long for Swift to hear what all the worry was about.  Whatever it was didn’t seem to care much for stealth, or didn’t have the skill to carry it out if that’s what they were trying.  Shortly after hearing the mass of noise heading their way another realization hit him.  They were heading right for the group of travelers they’ve been tailing.  “Are you sure about this?” Swift asked as they were now in a full sprint.  “It may be our only chance” replied Silvertounge.

Sorry for the delay, been trying to get the D&D thing running, and move my sister out of my house….