Queen Rácine
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Post by Queen Rácine on May 7, 2006 16:06:34 GMT
Sindohte left her horse in the care of the stable boy, deciding to run through the city to the Ranger's Headquarters. She ran through the buildings that reminded her so of Imladirs. Sindohte always ran and the sense of urgency building in herself made her run faster. She had arrived late at night and she was tired, but she still ran. She had been fortunate not to encounter anything so far, but through the forests she could hear the distinct rustle of rich clothe and assumed the enemy were residing her. Being completely inept at fighting of any kind she was forced to move faster.
She was very tired by the time she stood panting at the entrance to the Headquarters where a Ranger stood to attention as she approahced. The Ranger on duty looked her over strangely, eyes stopping ever so briefly at her ears before his glance dropped away. The silence stood, which she did not mind for she was still regaining her breath. Finally, the Ranger spoke.
"There are unholy hours milady. What business could you have?" he asked her.
"Is the Lord Faramir here?" she asked. "If it is inconvenient perhaps I could talk to the person in command?" She paused a moment. "I wish to help."
"I shall rouse someone for you," the Ranger said before moving away with a polite nod.
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 7, 2006 16:15:35 GMT
Faramir had been in his study, reading over a number of messages that had come from Minas Tirith. Many were just request for the current situation from the Guard Captains. One was from the King Elessar, which he had just written a reply to. The duty Ranger had walked into the room and had spoken, in Elven, of a she-elf at the door of the HQ. Faramir was somewhat curious and suspicious of this and stood, following the Ranger.
He looked out of the door and saw that the Ranger had not lied, an Elven woman was in Minas Ithilien. Faramir stepped out onto the covered area outside the building.
'What brings an Elf to Minas Ithilien in such terrible times? Were you followed?'
Faramir turned to the Ranger still standing there and barked an order in Sindarin, 'Double the watch!'
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Queen Rácine
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Post by Queen Rácine on May 7, 2006 16:31:23 GMT
Sindohte watched the Ranger go and could hear his footsteps for a long time before they disappeared altogether. She sighed, her muscles beginning to loosen and finally ache from exertion. It was a dull and strangely satisfying ache; the kind one gets after completing something challenging. Sindohte stood, barely moving until footsteps re-enetered her hearing. And there were two sets of them.
Sindohte smiled as her eyes picked out the outline of the second ranger and the armour which he wore that obviouslt stated his rank; Captain. Perfect. She waited under the covered area and watched him. His greeting had been much more abrupt and to the point than she was expecting. Then again, it was a war. She blinked, surprised that the Captain would know Sindarin. Her arrival had caused more of an upheaval than she wanted.
"Milord, I cannot be sure," she bowed quickly and spoke in Westron. "There were sounds in the forest I could not place with the Rangers. Your armour is much lighter and is leather but I distinctly heard extremely heavy rich cloths. There was also thuds of something hard; not metal but sounded strangely like bone. It might have been the Haradrim but alas, I could not hear clearly for I was riding away and my horse's hooves drowned everything as it galloped. Nothing attacked me."
She paused again. "Milord I wish to help."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 7, 2006 16:36:09 GMT
Faramir looked at her from where he stood, in front of the door. He noted that she looked surprised that he could speak Sindarin and explained, 'Me and my men are of the line of the Dúnedain, we prefer to speak Sindarin amongst ourselves.'
Faramir stroked his beard and listened to her story of the journey. It was not any of his own men, no. Perhaps it was men of the king? No, he would have been informed of such a move, and no doubt they would have arrived here.
Faramir bowed slightly. 'I am Faramir, Steward of Gondor and Lord of these lands. Come inside, we shall find you something to eat and a place to rest, and then we can talk.'
Faramir walked into the building holding the door for her to follow, and then down into the canteen. The cook automatically brought two mugs of ale, some bread and an apple each.
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Queen Rácine
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Post by Queen Rácine on May 7, 2006 16:50:07 GMT
Sindohte inwardly slumped with relief when she heard mention of food and a rest. "Rim hennaid," she thanked sincerely. She followed him, her eyes scanning the walls and interior with interest. Even at that late hour, she could hear the distant clashes of steel that signalled a practise spar and the twang and thud of an arrow. She tuned them out, following Faramir's footsteps with long strides.
They reached the canteen and food and drink was offered. She thanked him again, sitting and watching it being placed in front of her.
"Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. I am Sindohte of Mirkwood," she said before she started picking at a piece of bread. She chewed delicately. "When I heard news of the war I began riding to Gondor. I wished to offer my services. I felt I should not travel to Valinor before fulfilling this and strangely I feel I could not go and abandon Middle Earth even if I tried."
She glanced at the ale and took a careful sip. Wine was much more to her taste but the drink was warming and typically relaxing. "I cannot fight but my talent lies in healing and I have also acted a messenger for my people. Perhaps I shall be of some use but that, milord, is for you to decide."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 7, 2006 17:12:38 GMT
'Ahh! So you are an elf of Eryn Galen, the Green Wood?' Faramir smiled. 'I hear words that they are changing the name of those woods to the Great Greenwood again, because the fortress of Dol Goldur has been cleansed of Orcs and the Darkness is retreating from the forest, is that true?'
Faramir smiled, 'You are not the only Elf to have that feeling, I believe. Many have come offering their services to the Armies of the west, but none have come directly to me. Most go to the King in Minas Tirith. Why then, milady, did you chose to come here to Minas Ithilien?'
'You cannot fight? That we can change. I have weaponry and the expertise to teach you to use them if you wish? You must be able to fight in order to be even a messenger for us, I am afraid. We cannot risk losing a message due to combat. Often our messengers are our best fighters.'
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Queen Rácine
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Sindohte Runyalos Wood Elf Healer Messenger[/color]
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Post by Queen Rácine on May 7, 2006 18:28:32 GMT
"Ah, it will be a great joy to hear Mirkwood become Greenwood again," she sighed dreamily. "I do hope it shall be renamed unless the war will stop that. I doubt it will."
She paused and bit her lip, wondering herself how she could dodge the question about why she had not gone to the King. She knew why she didn't. She had been hoping to catch a glimpse of Legolas after words of his staying within Ithilien. Where in Ithilien had escaped her. She was only curious, it was him who had recognised her as a messenger after all and he was her Prince. She shrugged it off inside her mind.
"I was hoping to see a friend before consulting Gondor but alas, we have not crossed paths yet. With the strange noises in Ithilien too I thought it best to come straight away," she said easily, finishing her bread and starting on her apple.
Sindohte's heart dropped a notch when she learn she would have to fight in order to be a messenger. "I'm reluctant to take up a weapon, for fear of hurting people. I do not like it, even should the blade fall upon evil. I'm immensely fast, or I am told, and a good climber and hider. However, should it be neccessary for a messenger then perhaps I may have to."
"I still have my Healing skills as well, but for me to travel I suppose I shall have to learn a little self defence."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 7, 2006 18:54:18 GMT
'As you no doubt hear there are men training here at all times of the day. You must at least learn to defend and incapacitate your enemies if you do not wish to kill them. But my advice would be to learn some form of bow work and perhaps knife work. Many of my men are masters in these two arts and could teach you if you do truley wish to help as a messenger.' Faramir said, taking a bite of his bread and washing it down with a mouthful of ale.
'Your skills as an Elven Healer will, no doubt, be helpful on the badly wounded, most of the men know at least some to patch up little wounds but we have no one capapble of dealing with gravely wounded people, the closest place is the Houses of Healing in Minas Tirith. Perhaps you could set up a Hospital here for the wounded, if you do not wish to learn to fight.'
Faramir could think of no alternative to these two. She would either have to learn or she could lend a hand to the wounded.
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Queen Rácine
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Sindohte Runyalos Wood Elf Healer Messenger[/color]
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Post by Queen Rácine on May 9, 2006 18:10:48 GMT
"Enough to defend myself will suffice, I suppose," Sindohte mused. "I wouldn't use a bow for I would be moving too much. Sword work, oh I never owuld have considered it before. I've never dreamt I would ever have to take up an arm." She smiled slightly to herself about the absurditiy of it all. Her of all people . . . the person how valued security above all else. She shook her head and the smile slowly slipped away.
"I doubt a hospital here would help anyone unless there was a siege. The quicker I get to my charges, the more chance I can do something about them and also a horseride here would hinder their healing immensely. If I train, perhaps I might be behind the lines and healing. It is up to you milord. I'm afriad I am not much of a tactician."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 10, 2006 14:57:55 GMT
'Perhaps you are right, a hospital would do little good. I beleive there are many of my men who would be willing to teach you, unless you would like me to teach you myself? Else I will give this task to one of my captains, Damrod is the best man at sword fighting in my company, he will be able to teach you well in the arts of fighting.'
Faramir finished his bread and continued on to his apple. It was sweet and freshly picked.
'And after that, we can see just how quick you are. There is a message I wish for you to take to Beregond of the White Company. He is in the southern regions of Ithilien and I cannot go myself. After you learn some self-defence, you can carry this message to him.'
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