Siege of Gondamon

(The following is a part of series of sillyness-type writings I did for some friends, oh and a Chinchilla is a cute, rodent0like animal)

Frerni pulls tight the string around the Chincilla. Wilson's visit to the dwarves was far more eventful than he could imagine. But as exciting as the past days were, he must focus on the task at hand.
Frerni smiled grievously at Wilson, "I am sorry to burden this task to you, Wilson. You know we dwarves are natural cross-country runners, but I must stay in case we do not have the time to wait for you friends of the Leaf and Bean."

Wilson gazed at him mournfully.
" I have faith in you, my friend!" Frerni told him whole-heartedly, "But now you must be off, you cannot delay, Norfi spied the encampment this morning. May Aule keep you."

And with a blink of an eye, Wilson scurried out of the castle under the cover of night.

"May Aule keep you, Wilson" Frerni breathed quietly as he gazed into the empty darkness.

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"She stood up and said, 'I'll just take the pie instead!"

The room bellowed with laughter as Angel tried finish his drink. The Elf across from him shot him a puzzling look.
"But... why did she take the pie?"
"Because! She's a hobbit." Angel receive no reply. "Hobbits can't use... Oh nevermind! Have another drink"
"I think not, I've had quite enough this evening"
Welby staggers over to the table with another round of Gweann's "Special" Coffee she picked up from Rohan. "Don't worry, Angel will get you home safely if you get too smashed. Or you can always stay here, the 'chillas always keep the beds soft and the fires warm--"

There was a loud banging on the door as someone dropped a tankard at the bar. Angel jumped up from the table with his hand on his hilt, and before he could reach the door the noise makers, the door swung open.
"Master Guardsman Eobold! what a wonderful surprise! I--"
"Hardly wonderful is the hastened news Wilson brings. I found him as I was riding through the Shire. Angel, there has been enemy encampments moving out of Sarnur in the Vale of Thrain. The Dwarven Counter Intelligence found orders of a Siege of Gondamon."

"Well then well pack up an--"
"Angel, that was almost three days past. We were only luck that I found Wilson."

Angel's stature hardens as he turns to the Tavern. "We cannot waste time. Gweann, have the 'chillas start sending word to the rest of the Coffee House residents. Isildur, Gombur, Teirawyn, Elraeni, Illurien, and even the POP's Kinhouse. Welby, see if you can find some of the locals here in Bree-land and in some of the close towns like Trestlebridge. I know I saw Alchais not but yesterday. Rhyssa, see if you can find out where Slamfist, Alditha, and the rest are, Mandos! even Pastor if you can."

Rhyssa and Gweann begin to close the Tavern, all with a worried look on their faces. Welby walks up to Angel, "The Dwarves at Thorin's Hall are crippled. They can defend the Gate, but you cannot ask them to lessen their defenses"

"No, no. I won't. I am leaving now with my things. I have a few stops to make, a few friends to ask along the way. Before I leave Bree, I'll stop and let Delaney know what is happening at the Pony." He looks up at the rest of the Crew. "Make haste. I will not wait for you all as I have much to do as well. May the Valar be with you." He grabbed his cloak and went swiftly out the door. Eobold followed behind him, "I'll see who I can find in Glen Vraig that isn't busy."

Angel mounted up on his spotted and sploched black and white horse, "My brother is there, tell him to stop at the kinhall for supplies. If it is the dwarves from Sarnur, I fear we will need a Dragon slayer."

And with that word, he rode off toward the illuminated town. Within minutes, the Leaf and Bean was silent. No lights, no chatter, not a single Chinchilla was left scurrying about.

We can only Hope that the Crew can muster enough Free Peoples to aid the dwarves in...

The Siege of Gondamon!

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I have some writings I need to upload. They're Looooong overdue.

EDIT: Also, thanks to Kristin, I remembered I can post them here :)

A Step and a Song

The sea of grass stretched over the hills for miles as we rode along the dirt path. Berenthir still hummed the song I had written for him and Silmarien.
It had been five years since his wedding and he still remembers each line. Of course as do I, after spending a full fortnight writing it (and coming up with a toast).
A shocked look comes over my face to the realization of the past five years and how short they seemed.
"What? What do you see?" Berentir looks off into the distance then back at me. Almarion looks up from the mending of his tunic, "I don't see anything."
I laughed. "No, no. I was just thinking about how much has happened in the past five years. The two of you meeting Silmarien and Alassiel, your weddings, my promotion to Captain. It seems so much in so little time."
"Wait until ya get married, the a lot can happen in a shorter amount of time." They both laugh quite loudly. Ariyon and Culdaevor shouted up at us.
"Yes well, I have to find someone first, you know?"
"And why do ya think we're taking this trip?"
To deliver three carts of goods through brigand territory to Bethron because they cannot cross the mountain pass?"
"Yes, yes." He gave em that look that says 'it was not what I meant.'

Birds burst forth from the top of the forest to our left. "Oh the Almighty! Why can't supply runs be simple? Don't alarm the drivers. Tell Ariyon and Culdaevor to continue behind them, I'll keep ahead."
"Alright, when we get to that brush, we'll drop back in the trees." I looked at Berenthir, "I shoot, you ride. They'll be mounted as well, so I'll take to the trees."
"You can't do that! they'll--"
"Hey, it's me!"
I took off into the forest. I found a nice oak to hide up in with a perfect view. I saw the brigands, only seven mounted but ten persued on foot. Well nine are now. No, eight. I could see Berenthir rideing through the trees coming up behind the other riders.
No more than two songs' length later, he was on the last one, I had three to go. Berenthir came upon the last mounted one.
I should have seen it, Ber should have seen it. But I had a better view. Though I did not see it, I should have. Seconds seemed like minutes. I should not have had so much pleasure in downing our attackers with Elven crafted arrows, not that they mattered anymore. I sheathed my bow and drew my swords. Now the minutes seemed like seconds.
I tore through the last three men with blood-thirsty eyes and a cry that froze them all mid-run. I did things with my swords I did not know I could do. It had been a while since I had seen red blood drip from them. I left them in the last man and ran to Berenthir. "NOOO!" Almarion came seconds later.
"Break the most off. I'll ride him ahead."
"NO. I'll do it, you're to heavy."
"And that gash in your leg won't get ya far before ya fall off the horse. Get to Ariyon, he'll rap your leg. Don't worry, I'll get him there."
"By the Almighty, you had better. I didn't see it, he just fell. " I looked at Berenthir, he would not come to. "Come on, Ber, come to, get up!"
Almarion nearly broke my jaw, but I'm just glad I was not standing.
"Look at me. He'll be fine, you get yourself to the horses and take them to the carts. I'll take care of Ber."

The Coming of Glinmenel by Silmarien: As told by Berenthir

*Note:
Glinmenel-Gleam of Heaven, The Harp of Silmarien
Silmarien-the wife of Berenthir and a Minstrel
Ranasul-The power and spirit of the Wind

"Glinmenel is made of glass, and her strings of pure light. Silmarien crafted Glinmenel out of Song and Voice. Instilling within her two powers of the Might of Eru. One is of the wrath and strength. Silmarien travelled to the silver shores in the east.
The white sand is said to reflect heaven itself. Alas, only by a clear sky on the rise of the evening light.
Silmarien had called up Eru to bring down a strike of light itself. The wrath of Eru struck the sand causing a great explosion around Silmarien. He rose up the radiating glass and set it upon the water. It was then Silmarien forged a power of healing with Glinmenel. Her voice rang out shattering pieces of the glass.
For three days Silmarien sang of the evening light. Ranasul came to her in the final hours of the last day. He aided her voice, rising up the sand consuming Glinmenel and refining her. Ranasul smoothed the edges and curves of Glinmenel, then He captured the evening light and strung it to Glinmenel. The song shaped Glinmenel into what she is today."

The Orc Hoarde

Not too long after "The Hunt".....



"You must go, this is the only way through, I will give you sometime."
"No, you cannot-"
"Give me but a moment, don't look back I'll be right behind you."
"No..."
"Please"
I stood at the pass near the hilltop and watched the flood of the enemy climb to the top. There were at the least fifty, maybe seventy. I didn't think it mattered too much at this point. I saw them begin to climb the cliff, some came up the side. Unless they go through here, they marched to their deaths.
They crawled over the top of the cliff, the first seven fell to the curved blades before they even touched me. Suddenly fifteen or so vaulted over the side on to the top. I fell three as they came at me, the next four proved a challenge. But they didn't stand long. Another twenty came, a few more poured black blood over my boots. I hit one, throwing two off the cliff. I picked up a chained mace and went at him. His crude sword planted it in the ground. He failed to see the arising dagger.
Of course I failed to see the orc jump atop of my head, I parried his dagger as best I could.
Past my ear flew a silver arrow into his eye. I threw the creature off the cliff into another three. A stream of silver light set ablaze the cliff edge. I turned to see Maeluiel standing with a bow. I started to speak-
"Oh please, like I would leave you behind with all the fun"
"When are they coming? You were suppo-"
"I sent my brother on to the city. Reinforcements will arrive in a few hours"
"You realize how many are down there right?"
"Good thing you're with me. Besides thanks to you, the first half of the first battalion are dead!"
"What's that? 20 Battalions to go!?"
"You've got me, and I've got you. Now grab some' their knives and start throwing."

Hunt

It was a bright day. Hardly a cloud in the sky. Quiet, too, and peaceful. Almost enough to enjoy. Our horses walked along the path behind us. We had dismounted to enjoy the walk ourselves.
Even in the late morning, there was a dew still wet on the grass.
We both had missed breakfast from sleeping in. I had stayed out a little while longer last night to song-write. After only a few minutes I simply went to my quarters. Nothing had come to mind.

We decided to go hunting even though we had brought food. The both of us had ornately carved bows. Mine though was carved from black-ash wood, sturdy, near unbreakable. Infused with metal such that I run out of arrow, the bow itself could be used to break an orc or goblin.
But I dare not do that with such a thing of beauty.

"There." We had reached the edge of the meadow where it meets the Woods of Calanon. A herd was coming into the forest as well. They had circled us then crossed, we had been completely oblivious.
We tied the horses and grabbed our bows. I slipped my knives just in case. We ran ahead of the herd.
"Is this hart to fast for you to keep up with, *easterner?"
"They're too slow," I saw a sarcastic smile form.
"There are two stags," I noted when we were in position to hit them from the side. I heard an arrow fly past. I looked over, only one stag was standing.
"You could have waited for me to at least knock an arrow!"
"What? And risk my chance of beating you again? Nonsense! Besides, we only need one." I rolled my eyes. We came upto the stag.
"So, um, I forgot my knives. Would you, uh, clean it?"
"Are you serious? You know we agreeed on the Clean-Kill rule."
"Oh we're not kids anymore, you could help me out a little more, seeing as how you're much stronger than I am."
"You manipulative little-"
"Thanks! I'll get the horses."
"You're lucky you have brothers!" All I heard was an "uhuh..."



*"Easterner" refers to the eastern kingdom, known for their breeding of horses for many different purposes, such as riding cross-country, short distances, work-horses, etc.

Dulin: Pt. 1

"He Hit the the legs and then all at once it fell backwards on top of him!"
The roars of laughter carried out into the night sky. As I glanced towards them I looked up to the stars trying to grasp the great wonders of the heavens. They began to sing, namely Ber and Wallace, who were on top of the tables. "Little brother!" I looked up at Ber.
"Come on up! There's plenty of room!"
"What? You forget the small problem of the hole in my side?"
"Fine then! Have another ale!"The Hall was crowded and I could barely hear either him or Wallace. It seemed as if every man and woman from within the city had gathered tonight. I highly doubt that because you cannot physically fit everyone inside. But that doesn't stop most of us. I heard songs and tales of the days battle, some of the younger soldiers saying how they took down a troll themsleves.
After many hours, only a small group cleaning up the plates and tankards remained. And Myself of course. Wallace acctually had just left and Berenthir had left earlier to spend time with his wife and kids. I made my way out onto the guard wall under the clear, starry sky. A warm cider ale in hand, made by the men of the Delving. My silver robe glistened and glowed under the moon light. I heard footsteps coming up from behind, I really just wanted to watch the stars.
It was already into the late watches as well. Most were asleep in the city besides the guards. I couldn't imagine who it could be. I didn't feel like turning around either. I paid no attention to whoever it was. I was singing in a quiet, gentle voice the song of the Atani. It was a song of desire and beauty, a way the Elves had honoured us when they had first encountered us long ago. "Perso nel buio. In un luogo tranquillo strano?"
"I Wouldn't call it strange, but dark and quiet, yes. Why do you ask?"
"I have heard you out here before, singing. That same song even, what is it?'I turned slightly and began frm the beginning. I did enjoy the song so. I paused.
"The song of Men, or as it is by the Elves, 'the song of the Beloved.'"
"Oh? And How are we deemed with such a title?'
"We are the second born, we are gifted with mortality, so that one day we may join the King in the heavens."
"Your songs, you remind me of a bird from home, in the west. Oh what was the name? oh well, I am sure I will remember. More so, how would you have learned such a song? There are no Elves in these lands."
"Who said I learned it from the Elves?"
"You read it from the scripts then?"
I laughed, "No, no. I did learn it from the Elves. Reading takes far too much time."
"I slighted my voice and stood higher. "If anything *I* should be in the stories written in the scripts!"
"You were always full of your self, Dulin. Always boasting of how many orcs you would kill."
"Dulin? It seems ages since you have called me that. Never anything else either. Why again?"
We looked at each other. A smile sprouted and I began to laugh. I'll never forget that smile...