Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 4, 2006 23:12:13 GMT
((Search for Rhosgobel on google images, some are cool looking!))
'Yes, with the help of Beorn, who lives close by. One or two of the Elves came from Lorien to help me put the platform up. That was the hardest part. Beorn and myself carved the stairs up the center of the trunk but it was to weak at the top, so as you can see, we carved out one side and continued on the outside of the trunk.'
Radagast wandered forwards. A number of animals cam forward and he spoke briefly with them, before they ran off.
'It would appear that my sudden errand made the animals wonder where I have been. I did ask Beorn to come and look in on them, but he may have been busy in the pass with the other Boerings.' Radagast rambled on, almost to himseld.
'Ah! Yes. Come in and we shall have some tea.'
Radagast walked into the entrance of the house, and walked up the stairs. He appeared outside the trunk as the stairs moved from inside to out.
'Come!' he shouted.
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 5, 2006 3:51:51 GMT
She couldn't help but be amused by Radagast and his comments to himself more than her. She smiled softly to herself as she watched him greet his animals and walked towards his home. It was odd, she knew nothing about him, yet it felt almost as if she had known him for years. It was an odd feeling, a blind trust. She trusted no one, especially someone who looked like a Man, no matter what race he claimed to be.
She rubbed her horses nose as she watched him climb the stairs and a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she heard him yell for her to come up to have tea. Settling her horse so it had access to water and grass, she made her own way towards the house, still armed, but not feeling uneasy about what was going on. She followed him inside.
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 5, 2006 22:10:47 GMT
Radagast pushed open the door to his lofty home and sighed. The place had not changed since he had left. Often one or two of the animals would make an attempt to get into the house when they found that he had not been outside, or that he had gone. Luckily the word had spread to most that he had been abroad and would not be home. He walked over to the hearth fire and aimed the tip of his staff at the coals. They ignited and burst into flames.
He moved a kettle above the flame, to make some tea. Radagast turned, still grinning.
'If you go out of that door and along the bridge there is a small room, you may stay there and use the room for however long you need.'
Radagast produced two cups from a cupboard and placed them on the table.
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 7, 2006 17:21:20 GMT
Brania looked in the direction that Radagast indicated she should go. He offered a room for as long as she wanted...but she wouldn't be there long. She never stayed anywhere long. She might stay a day or two, depending on how things went. Walking over the bridge, she was reminded again of Lorien.
She peeked into the room that had been offered to her. It was a nice room, and looked very comfortable, especially when compared with the campsite she had been planning on being her home for the next few nights. Brania returned to the main room. "Can I help you with that?" she asked looking at the tea kettle.
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 7, 2006 17:48:45 GMT
Radagast shuffled around for a moment before backing away from the fire and turning to Brania. 'Indeed you can, make some tea while I go the larder and find us something to eat. It has not been long since I visited the Elves and re-stocked my cupboards.'
Radagast exited the room and walked down some other stairs and across a bridge onto another platform which housed the larder. He returned minutes later carrying a rather nice looking cake and three loaves of Elven bread. He placed them on the table along with some butter.
Radagast took a seat and cut a number of slices of bread and placed three each on two plates. 'So you are a human living among elves?'
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 7, 2006 18:01:25 GMT
Brania easily slipped into the kitchen and set herself to make the tea. It was a familiar task, and she had always enjoyed the simpler parts of life. It wasn't long before she had measured out the tea and poured the water. While it steeped, she hunted and found a pair of tea cups and set them on the table. Brania settled the teapot on the table and seated herself opposite of the Wizard.
Pouring them both a cupful, she nodded to his question. "I have lived among the elves for 20 years. They are a great people."
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 7, 2006 19:18:33 GMT
'Elves can be rather arrogant at times. They are not as great as they think. Many of them have their flaws. King Thranduil has only just accepted that he has a greed almost equal to that of a Dwarf. Many, however, are the greatest amongst everyone on Middle-earth. People like Lord Elrond and among others, Lord Glorfindel.'
Radagast began buttering a piece of bread after he added some milk and sugar to his tea.
'Why would they accept and human amongst them, is the thing that I wonder about. Would you care to explain it to me?'
Radagast took a bite of his bread.
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Brania of Lorien
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 7, 2006 22:20:13 GMT
Brania sipped her tea as she considered what he had said, then asked her. Commenting on his words was not difficult, but how much should she tell him of her past? That was the reason the Elves took her in, all because of her past.
"Yes, the Elves have their faults and flaws, so does every created creature. Yet the Elves can make such beatiful things, repair what has been considered damaged beyond any worth." Brania paused and thought over what else to tell him.
"I was one such broken things. I was found by a scouting party, who took pity on me and brought me home. I would have died without their aid."
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Lord Faramir
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Post by Lord Faramir on May 9, 2006 21:12:08 GMT
Radagast sat for a while, thinking about what she had said. She was one such broken thing, which had been repaired by the Elves. He wondered, what she meant by that statement. How had she been broken, and how had she been repaired? He took a bit of his bread and a sip of his tea before looking up at Brania with a benign smile.
'Well, you have told me a little of yourself. And I will not impose any question onto you, which you do not wish to answer, well not to someone you hardly know anyway. So, you may ask me whatever you choose about myself.'
Radagast took another bite of his bread and chewed on it, still smiling.
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