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Post by Arwen on Apr 17, 2002 18:15:53 GMT
*Ties the rope onto her saddle*
Be careful Rhiannon!
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 17, 2002 19:03:17 GMT
*Smiles* I'll do my best...*waves and starts out towards the cottage. Though it seems to be quite near it takes her almost 15 minutes to reach a small hedge in front of the cottages. Lies down to take a careful look at the house. It seems to be just an ordinary countyside cottage. Despite the cold and the deep snow she decides to take a walk around the building. Nothing unusal can be found. Turns and heads back. Sighs as she reaches the front again.*Well, seems I have no choice.* Stands up and approaches the front door. Knocks. *Hello? *An old man opens the door.* Er...Good evening, sir...
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 17, 2002 20:38:38 GMT
Good evening young lady
*a very old man stands before her. He is knarled and twisted, like an ancient tree with pale watery eyes and a weatherbeaten face. He looks rather taken aback to see her. Looks past her at the other two riders, squinting his eyes to see through the snow.*
Three maidens indeed!
*He has a look of disbelief on his face*
What possible reason could you have for travelling in such trecherous conditions?
Without waiting for an answer he turns and walks, rather unsteadily, back inside.*
Come inside at once. You must be in need of a hot brew. I'll put the kettle on.
*
From outside you can see a roaring fire, the centrepiece of a modest but cosy home. An old dog is stretched out contentedly in front of it.
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 17, 2002 21:43:21 GMT
*Still on her guard, standing outside, carefull not to step on the doorstep or touch anything. * Sir, thank you for your kind offer. May I ask who you are? I've never noticed this cottage before and I know this land very well...
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Post by Imrel on Apr 17, 2002 22:32:22 GMT
*level with flory, watches rhia nervously, keeping rudi steady against the wind. keeps the cottage in sight as best she can with snow and her fringe in her face.*
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 18, 2002 16:25:06 GMT
*Returns to the doorstep*
Well my dear, if you know this land well you will know that you are nearly in Archet and you have strayed off the main road from Bree. An easy mistake to make in heavy snow.
*turns to see her reaction and laughs*
Don't worry. I'm a friend of Butterbars. I'd heard talk that riders where gathering at the Prancing Pony. Not many folk pass this way in winter, when I saw the three of you I guessed you'd come from Bree.
*Goes back inside again*
Now come inside your letting all the cold air in!
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Post by Imrel on Apr 19, 2002 21:42:15 GMT
*has ridden up to the door.* i am also a friend of butterbur's... i do not recall his ever mentioning anyone like you... may i ask your name, sir?
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Post by The Witch King on Apr 20, 2002 8:40:49 GMT
*Begins to lose patience with the group*
There is no reason why he would mention me is there?
*Looks to Firebird, annoyed*
Butterbar is well known in this land and must have a hundred friends!
If you must know my name is Aramir. I'm originally from Osgiliath. I fought for Gondor many years ago under Denethor. As reward for my services I was given this cottage and I am now gamekeeper for this land as age prevents me from fighting these days.
*Has a sad look in his eyes as if remembering glorious days of old.*
Now then!
*snaps back to the present*
It's not unknown for folk to perish in weather like this. Are you girls coming in or not?
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 20, 2002 11:08:05 GMT
*a girl and her white horse are slowly making their ways through the deep snow,and can be hardly seen through the strong snow storm is still intensing as she draws nearer to the group that has already set out before her*
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 20, 2002 14:47:37 GMT
*Shrugs and pulls the rope three times* We can as well have Arwen come and hear her opinion. *Turns back to the man* I just called my friend who's still waiting out there.
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 20, 2002 14:52:22 GMT
*finally first horse comes to a halt next to Arwen and Firebird*Hello,I'm here to join your journey.I heard of it in the Prancing Pony and thought that you could use some help-well,probably you do.So umm,what do you think?
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Post by Arwen on Apr 20, 2002 20:07:23 GMT
I think we're in more danger if we stand out in this freezing weather for much longer.
*Shivers uncontrollably*
Look, there are now four of us *smiles at Gwen* surely we can defend ourselves against one old man if we need to?
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Post by Imrel on Apr 20, 2002 22:16:28 GMT
apologies, sir. i suppose there was no particular reason for your mention. *waves to gwen as well she can with a numb arm.* hallo! *turns back to aramir.* as long as you are willing to take us in, i think we should accept. *dismounts, then stops, thinking.* what of our horses?
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 20, 2002 22:31:17 GMT
*Shrugs and turns to the old man once again.* If you are a warrior of Gondor you sure will understand my caution. Anyway, thank you very much for your hospitality. * Carefully steps over the doorstep without touching it, right foot first.*
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Post by Vaire Aiste on Apr 21, 2002 2:19:28 GMT
*smiles as much as she can in this freezing tempurature.she gets off her white horse and approaches the doorstep.Of course though doing the same as Rhia-she steps over the doorstep,right foot first*
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