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 7, 2006 22:30:00 GMT
Brania broke from the treeline and directed her horse to continue to run down the new path that was before her. She should have known better than to travel at night, but she couldn't sleep and had wanted to keep moving. It was her bad luck to find a hunting party of Orcs. They had surrounded her, but she had managed to break free, but not without getting hurt. She was bleeding from her left arm, the one that held the reigns. In her right hand was her sword, an elven blade, glowing blue where it was not covered in orc blood.
A glance behind her showed her that the Orcs were boiling out of the trees behind her. She spurred her horse to new speeds, knowing now was not the time to try to save her compainion for later. Now was the time to get away.
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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 May 7, 2006 22:41:13 GMT
Éomer ordered his men to halt. He could have sworn that he had heard the sounds of battle up ahead of him on the path. I t wasn't long before he heard what sounded like orders being shouted out in a foul language.
'Orcs up ahead!' He shouted.
Immeadiately he and his guards charged forwards towards the sounds of battle. The Orc horde was large, probably a hunting party. Even though he and his men were heavily outnumbered, he did not fear the coming battle.
His men and him rode swiftly and the Orcs from behind taking them by surprise. Easily killing the horde one by one, without the lead of the party even knowing what was coming. While riding through the battle, sword slashing by his sides, Éomer noticed a figure on horseback. Whoever it was, they weren't Rohirrim and weren't Orc. Their identity didn't matter right now, not until the major threat had been dealt with anyway.
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
Posts: 84
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 7, 2006 23:08:10 GMT
Brania heard the sounds of hoofbeats behind her, but didn't stop her frantic flight from the Orcs, until she heard the sounds of battle engaged. Risking a look over her shoulder, she saw a party of horsemen fighting with the Orcs. Had she strayed into the land of Rohan? She had gotten all turned around when fleeing from the enemy.
She slowed her horse and watched the fighting. Brania could defend herself, but she was not a fighter, she was injuried already, and she didn't know who the other warriors were. She waited to see the outcome of this fight, keeping her blade free in her hand...just in case.
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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 May 8, 2006 15:26:51 GMT
The fighting was fierce. Eomer slew Orc after Orc, but still they came. To Eomer's delight, his men were fighting with great strength and slowly, but surely, the Orc horde was lessening in resolve and in numbers. It wasn't long before the entire party of Orcs had been crushed by the might of Rohan.
When the fighting had finished, Eomer paused to regain his breath. He rode through the corpses of the enemy until he came to his spear which had skewered what appeared to be the Orc chieftain straight through the back. Suddenly he remembered the mysterious figure he had seen during the battle. With a quick order to his nearest guard, the whole company of riders had managed to surround the stranger. With spears pointed at this mysterious stranger, Eomer spoke in a forceful manner.
'Who dares enter the realm of the horselord? Speak quickly or lose your head.'
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
Posts: 84
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 9, 2006 15:03:11 GMT
Brania didn't move as the horsemen surrounded her. She stilled her horse with a touch of the reigns and her knees. She didn't bother to sheath her sword, not wanting to give them any reason to think she was attacking them. The glowing blue from the blade was starting to fade as Orcs died and that alone brought her a sense of relief.
"I am Rana, a wanderer, Noble Horselord. I meant not to tresspass into Rohan, I was only concerned with escaping the Orcs. Forgive the intrusion. I owe you and your men my life. If I can repay my debt, please you have only to ask." She wondered if he would notice her Elvish weaponry and clothes in what little light the moon provided.
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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 May 9, 2006 15:59:05 GMT
Eomer listened to what she said closely. He was comforted by the sight of what appeared to be an elvish blade covered in Orc blood in her hand.
'I am King Eomer, I rule these lands. It is a dangerous time to be travelling alone in the dark, war has once again returned to the realm of Rohan. With whom do you place your allegiance, Rana? Do you fight for the West or the for dark Queen?'
Even though he asked this question, Eomer felt confident that Rana was a friend. Her garmants reflected those of the Dúnedain, a great ally to Gondor and so also an ally of Rohan.
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
Posts: 84
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 9, 2006 16:12:17 GMT
The King of Rohan! How did she keep meeting all of the greatest men in all of Middle-earth? She had assumed he was an important Hosrelord, but not the king. Brania inclinded her head. "Majesty, I have dwelt with the Elves of Lothlorien for over 2 decades. I was born of Gondor, and as such my loyalties have always been for the King of the White City."
She looked back the way she had come, and sighed. "No, it is not safe to travel alone at night, but I had hoped to reach a safehouse less than an hour's ride away from where I ran afoul of that hunting party. I had not realized that the Orcs had pushed so far inward."
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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 May 9, 2006 18:04:58 GMT
Upon hearing this news, Eomer ordered his guard to lower their weapons. He ordered two of his guards to patrol the outskirts of the clearing for any Orcs that may have remained and then continued talking to Rana.
'A friend of Gondor and of the Elves is a friend of Rohan. We should get moving soon, the night isn't safe as I told you and I fear another attack soon.'
Eomer glanced at her left arm and noticed that she was wounded from the battle.
'You're injured. You shall ride with us to Aldberg. There u can rest while your wounds heal.'
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
Posts: 84
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 21, 2006 3:20:32 GMT
Brania looked down at her arm as if suddenly realizing that she was indeed wounded. She had forgotten about it in the frenzy of fighting and fleeing. Now that it was over, the injury was starting to throb. Orc blades were meant to not only cut, but infect as well. They were kept as dirty as the rest of them.
"I would be grateful of any aid you or your men can provide. I would be in your debt."
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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."
Posts: 50
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Post by King Éomer on May 23, 2006 19:00:18 GMT
Eomer was pleased that she had accepted his invitation to ride to Aldberg. He hated to see wounded travellers travel on their own at night time. Especially now due to all of the Orc activity.
'The city isn't far. We should should leave this place now before more Orcs arrive and prevent our doing so.'
As he talked to Rana, he suddenly felt as though they had met before. He was certain that they had not, but still, something about her seemed familiar. Eventually he could not restrain his curiosity.
'Have we met before? Your face seems familiar to me. From which family in Gondor were you born? Perhaps i have previously met your family members and that is why i recognise you.'
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