Lord Faramir
Administrator
D?nedain of the South Lord of Emyn Arnen Steward of Gondor
In Desperate Hours Gentleness May be Repaid with Death....... So Be It
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Post by Lord Faramir on Jun 20, 2006 22:44:52 GMT
Faramir was wearing his best robes. They were silver in colour, and had the white tree of the City embrodered on the front beside silver leaves and other such things. Faramir liked them best out of all that he owned, which was good considering these were the ones he was to wear to functions run by the king or other peoples of Gondor.
As the Steward of Gondor it was Faramir's duty to host and run the Coucnil of the great country. Invitations had been sent and everything had been seen to. He was asked to use the King's halls for the mere fact that it would be the easiest place to host them and he had agreed. Faramir entered the main chamber, his leather boots making nothing but a soft noise on the floor. The room held a great circular table at which the dignitaries of Gondor and their allies would soon sit to discuss the matters at hand.
Faramir judged that it was almost noon and that most would begin ariving soon. Servants stood to the side of the door and Faramir spoke a few quiet words to his own personal aide. The man nodded and Faramir smiled. Everything was in place.
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
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Post by Brania of Lorien on Jun 20, 2006 23:51:17 GMT
Brania had received an invitation to attend a council in Gondor. She had been in Ithilian as the King had commanded her to be, but had left for the White City as soon as she got the summons. She was dressed in her normal 'outside' clothes, dressed as an Elven Ranger, all in brand new condition, still with her sword and bow. It wasn't that she thought something was going to happen here, but outside of Lothlorien she always wore her weapons.
Opening the main doors to the king's hall, Brania saw her brother was already waiting. She walked towards him. "Hello, Faramir."
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King Éomer
Rohirrim
King of Rohan Captain of the West
"I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground."
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Post by King Éomer on Jun 21, 2006 14:37:34 GMT
Eomer wasted no time in leaving for Gondor when he heard of the council being called. He knew that what was discussed at this meeting could very well shape the future of not only Rohan, but the whole of Middle-Earth.
When Eomer discovered that the meeting was to be held in the King's Halls he let out a sigh. He hated riding to the top of the White City. Not only was it tiring but he disliked the stares he got from the citizens of Gondor. While riding up to the top of Minas Tirith with his two most trusted guards, Eomer tried to ignore the stares.
As always, Eomer was wearing full battle armour. He liked wearing this as in Rohan he has to always be wary of an Orc ambush. Although on days like this he wished he could wear something more casual. The sun was beating down on him and he could feel the sweat sticking to his back.
When he finally reached the doors to the King's Hall, he dismounted and removed his helmet. Taking his water bottle he took a large mouthful and savoured the refreshment it gave him. He replaced the bottle and turned to enter the hall. His mind thinking thorugh what would be decided at this meeting.
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