Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 16:43:39 GMT
Brania walked along the river. She had left Lorien a few days ago and decided to not return to Gondor for the moment. She had glimpsed a look at her brother on her last trip to MinasTirith and it had shaken her. Not that she didn't still love him, but she was afraid. She loved him from all the childhood memories that she had of him, but those were 20 years old and he had become a man and a husband in that time, plus fought in the greatest war or the Age. She didn't know what kind of a man he had grown into, despire Boromir's promise that he was a good man.
She had camped near here and had left her horse to graze while she walked along the river. She was armed, but wasn't expecting any trouble. Brania reached down and picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 16:53:57 GMT
Radagast walked along the side of the River. His home at Rhosgobel was at the side of the river not to far away from where he was. Radagast had been speaking to those trusted beasts and had sent them on a quest to seek out information about the enemy that was attacking Gondor. Gwahir, the great Lord of the Eagles, he said that he would see to it personally. Radagast walked up behind a woman. She wore Elvish dress, but was clearly of the lineage of men. Perhaps of the Dunedain.
Radagast patted the horse and whispered a word to it before he walked into the clearing. He wondered who this woman was. She was of noble blood and held herself high, like the Lords of old.
'Greetings, young one,' Radagast spoke, as he leaned on his staff. 'What brings you to Eryn Galen, the Green Wood?'
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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 May 4, 2006 17:25:40 GMT
Brania whirled at the sound of a voice speaking to her, her hand dropping to the hilt of her sword, though she didn't draw it. She was wary of strangers, and this was a fairly isolated area. He was an old man, leaning on a staff. He didn't look like a threat and she decided to wait and see. She took her hand off her hilt and considered his questions.
"I wander from place to place. I was looking for a quiet place and the Woods are always good for that kind of thing. May I ask who you are and what brings you here? It is not a popluar place."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 19:28:37 GMT
Radagast smiled a little as she reached for her sword hilt. He wondered for a moment wether she would draw it on him, he looked like nothing but a frail old man, although that was not the case. It seemed that the old man look had her, and she removed her hand from her hilt. Radagast held his hand out and a bird flew down from the tree. He whispered something to it and it flew off.
'Who am I and why do I come here?' Radagast repeated. 'I am Aiwendil. I am perhaps better known to the race of men as Radagast, the beast tamer. And as for my reasons for being here, well my house is at Rhosgobel, which is naught but four minuets walk from where we stand at this moment.'
Radagast mouth twitched into a full smile. 'And who, might I ask, are you?'
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 20:27:00 GMT
The name wasn't familiar to her, either one, though that wasn't that disturbing. She was not one to know famous people. It was interesting to watch as a bird flew down and he appeared to speak with the creature before it took flight. She had seen interesting things with the Elves, but nothing quite like that.
"Well Met," she said in Elvish, "I am Brania of Lothlorien. I meant not to intrude upon your home," she continued in a formal tone.
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 20:37:45 GMT
Radagast continued to smile. He was, but a humble old man. She spoke in the Elvish tongue and said she was of Lothlorien, but Radagast wondered where she had actually come from. She was, for sure, no Elf.
'You claim to come from the forests of Lothlorien, I am aware that Elves live there, but you are no elf. The blood of the Dúnedain runs in your veins, does it not?' Radagast wondered if this knowledge would surprise her, or the fact that some old man knew that by just looking at her. So he explained.
'I am Aiwendil in my own tongue. But the people of Middle-earth have come to know me as Radagast. I am one of the Maiar, servants of the Vala. I am what is knows as an Istari, or Wizard.'
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 20:49:41 GMT
Surprise shown on her face as his words registered with her. That she was no Elf was not that big of a revelation for someone to make. Yes, she was dressed in the clothes of an elf, with Elvish weaponry, but anyone who had ever been blessed enough to see an Elf would not take her for such. However, the claim that she had the blood of the Dúnedain, while true, was what caused her surprise. How would he know that? There was nothing on her that was related to any of the noble lines, save for a silver necklace her brothers had given her on her last birthday at home. She had worn it the night she fled and had never lost her last tie with home.
"I know the name of Gandalf, the White Wizard," she said. "The Lady spoke of him, as did my brother, Rumil."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 21:16:15 GMT
'Gandalf the White? Indeed. He was also one of the Maiar, as was Saruman the Deciever! Two others there were of our number, but what happened to them, I do not know. I do, however, believe that they -- like myself and Saruman -- strayed from our task here upon Middle-earth. Thus I chose to remain whil Gandalf returned to the Undying lands.'
Radagast walked towards the river and then stood gazing into it.
'Are you not of the Dúnedain, as I believe you are?' Radagast's gaze moved from the river to the woman.
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
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Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 21:31:38 GMT
Most of what he said was unfathomable to her. She knew there were poweful beings in the world. She knew of Eru or Ilúvatar as the Elves called him, who had created everything, but his words of the Maiar were not something she had ever heard before. She would ask Rumil later, perhaps, the next time she saw him. While Brania did like to have knowledge and to understand things, this was not important to her everyday life.
She watched as the stranger, as Radagast, walked to the river. "I did not say," she answered his question. "What makes you believe am I one of the Dúnedain? Most believe I am nothing more than a farmer's daughter gone adverturing."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 21:46:29 GMT
Radagast grinned, toothily, showing a perfect set of white teeth. He thought that, perhaps, she did not understand what the Maiar were, although she would know the Istari, if she had heard of Olorin. The old man's gaze returned to the River.
'You do not hold yourself as the daughter of a farmer nor do you have the posture of an elf. You are clearly very well self-disiplined in the way you have controlled yourself thus far. Those with more grace than a man but not an elf, usually are Dúnedain' Radagast looked to her again. 'Or, at least, that is how I see it.'
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
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Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 21:56:45 GMT
"You are very perceptive, Sir," she said, watching the waters of the river swirl past them on the way downstream. She didn't know this man, or Maiar as he called himself, nor what his ambitions were. She was wary of people she didn't know, or those who were not friends with those she already knew. She was much more comfortable around the Elves.
"You are correct," Brania finally admitted. As much as she was uneasy of strangers, she could find no reason to not tell him that much. "I was born of the Dúnedain, though I do not dwell with them."
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 22:12:07 GMT
Radagast hopped over the stream with the agility that belonged to a young elf. He turned back and looked across the river at her.
'I thought you were. Although it is clear that you are wary of strangers who are not elves. Take peace in knowing that I am known to the elves of Lorien and of Eryn Galen.'
'Why don't you come and stay with me at Rhosgobel, rather than camp out here. We can become better acquainted. It can get rather dangerous after dark with the wild animals that live in this forest. I can communicate with them, but cannot domesticate them.'
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
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Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 22:27:09 GMT
"So you say," she muttered under her breath. She only had his word that he was known to the Elves. Not that many people would claim friendship with the Eldar without actually being friends with them. Most people, most Men were too in awe of the Elves to fear offending them. She watched him hop over the stream and then offer to let her stay with him.
Brania looked back at her campsite and her horse. "I am used to the wild creatures, however, it would be rude to turn down hospitality." She inclined her head in acceptance and began to break down her camp. There wasn't much to put away, and it only took a moment. She led her horse to the water and waited for him to lead the way.
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 22:43:39 GMT
Radagast laughed. 'So I do say, and I will have you know I am an honest man. So much so that I allowed myself to be decieved by Saruman, and it was my fault that Olorin -- forgive me -- Gandalf was trapped upon the Pinnacle of the tower of Orthanc. It was lucky that I was able to coax Gwahir into delievering a message to Isengard, and that he found Gandalf in time to allow him to continue his journey.' Radagast nodded to her in return and began walking, using his staff to lean on. 'It is not far from here.' After a couple of minuets walk they arrived at Rhosgobel. Radagast opened his arms, indicating the house. VVVHere she is VVV
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 4, 2006 23:00:42 GMT
(nice pic)
He was right, it didn't take long for them to reach his house...well, it wasn't exactly a house as Men would call it. It was much more like an Elvish house, built in connection with Nature. It didn't have the same feel as the Elven City where she lived, but it was not an unpleasent feeling either. She smiled, pleased and glanced over at Ragast.
"It is beautiful, millord," she complimented. "Did you do that yourself?"
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