Post by celoth on Mar 27, 2009 4:59:36 GMT -5
The rain had never bothered Celothan. On the contrary, it was a welcome occurence, the silver clouds above opening up and bestowing Ulmo's blessing upon the lands of Middle Earth. The water itself, which flowed from the heavens, brought life to all living things. No, the rain had never bothered Celothan.
He sat under a large tree and smoked his pipe (a curiosity among his people, as the elves seldom took to the leaf like other races did.), watching the rain. For years, many lifetimes of men, he had lived in the shadow of the land that was called the Shire. It was his refuge, his place of tranquility. While other elves gathered among their people in refuges such as Imladris, or Lothlorien, Celothan had come to enjoy the solitude.
Celothan had been a warden, one of the King’s spear carriers in the second age. He had been among the host that had mustered in Imladris, that had been called the Last Alliance. It had been the largest, most glorious army ever mustered, save perhaps the host of the Valar in the elder days. With that great host, Celothan had marched, all the way to the gates of Mordor. On that day, Celothan saw hope die.
As the third age was beginning, Celothan had lost his way. He wandered for a time, forsaking the fellowship of his kindred, seeking peace. If not for a chance encounter with an old Wizard, he never would have found it, but that was not his fate. The old man was called by many names, but he was known as Mithrandir to the elves, the grey pilgrim. Though their meeting was brief, Celothan would always remember the wizard and the land he spoke of – the Shire. Found east of the Ered Luin, near the banks of the Baranduin, it was a land largely free of the worries of the world, its small-statured denizens concerned only with the trivialities of their day to day existence, and their love of pipe weed. Celothan had traveled there, and had ever lived in its forests, watching its people, unseen.
After a time, his heart was lightened, and he once again sought the fellowship of his brethren, those who had not already sailed for the Undying Lands. From the few elves who lived closeby, he heard tidings of a rising darkness in the world once again, but the Enemy was still weak. Celothan had hoped that would always be the case.
The rain had stopped by the younger elf approached Celothan, his facial features betraying the message he had come to deliver. Celothan nodded in understanding before the other elf began to speak.
“It is time, Ahtyariel. The Enemy arises, and this land we both love is in danger.”
Without a word, Celothan nodded, and reached behind the tree, grabbing the shield and spear leaning against it. It was time for the Warden to do his duty.
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(( So I played this game back in beta, for a short time, but couldn't stick with it although I enjoyed what I saw. Recently I returned and, to my surprise, I saw Katarnus, a familiar face from SWG. After talking with him, I heard some others I knew were here in this kinship, and so I thought I'd toss an app
Just looking for some light/med RP, and a good community!)
He sat under a large tree and smoked his pipe (a curiosity among his people, as the elves seldom took to the leaf like other races did.), watching the rain. For years, many lifetimes of men, he had lived in the shadow of the land that was called the Shire. It was his refuge, his place of tranquility. While other elves gathered among their people in refuges such as Imladris, or Lothlorien, Celothan had come to enjoy the solitude.
Celothan had been a warden, one of the King’s spear carriers in the second age. He had been among the host that had mustered in Imladris, that had been called the Last Alliance. It had been the largest, most glorious army ever mustered, save perhaps the host of the Valar in the elder days. With that great host, Celothan had marched, all the way to the gates of Mordor. On that day, Celothan saw hope die.
As the third age was beginning, Celothan had lost his way. He wandered for a time, forsaking the fellowship of his kindred, seeking peace. If not for a chance encounter with an old Wizard, he never would have found it, but that was not his fate. The old man was called by many names, but he was known as Mithrandir to the elves, the grey pilgrim. Though their meeting was brief, Celothan would always remember the wizard and the land he spoke of – the Shire. Found east of the Ered Luin, near the banks of the Baranduin, it was a land largely free of the worries of the world, its small-statured denizens concerned only with the trivialities of their day to day existence, and their love of pipe weed. Celothan had traveled there, and had ever lived in its forests, watching its people, unseen.
After a time, his heart was lightened, and he once again sought the fellowship of his brethren, those who had not already sailed for the Undying Lands. From the few elves who lived closeby, he heard tidings of a rising darkness in the world once again, but the Enemy was still weak. Celothan had hoped that would always be the case.
The rain had stopped by the younger elf approached Celothan, his facial features betraying the message he had come to deliver. Celothan nodded in understanding before the other elf began to speak.
“It is time, Ahtyariel. The Enemy arises, and this land we both love is in danger.”
Without a word, Celothan nodded, and reached behind the tree, grabbing the shield and spear leaning against it. It was time for the Warden to do his duty.
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(( So I played this game back in beta, for a short time, but couldn't stick with it although I enjoyed what I saw. Recently I returned and, to my surprise, I saw Katarnus, a familiar face from SWG. After talking with him, I heard some others I knew were here in this kinship, and so I thought I'd toss an app
Just looking for some light/med RP, and a good community!)
