Long Lost Leaves

[Acalewia]

Radagast's brief explaition left Aelfwine quite curious and also wondering why Gandalf would ask her to be a part of this quest for the Ent-wives. She was no warrior. She pushed it from her mind.

She went to take Midnight to the stables, but found she had already made her way there. Aelfwine couldn't help but smile. The mare still held on to her untamed spirit. She unsaddled and brushed her before returning to the house.

[orithil]

Hedrim looks around the room "well i suppose while we are waiting I should tell you a story of one of my great battles against the wild men of the north,
yes it is true they came riding on warg and horse into my lands, they outnumbered us 3:1 but I was determined not to let the north fall, so I sent out 1 legion to the river, their they charged the wild men and after fighting for 15 minutes my men fled across the shallow river and then some more of my men dragged a plank out of the water using some ropes, now where the plank had been was where my men had just run across....so the wild men thought if men in armour could do it so could they, so the rode across the river and without the plank there they sunk into the mud, stuck!!, and my men fired arrows down upon them and skewered them with pikes from the shore that river run read with blood for many days over a quarter of the wild men had been slaughtered in the river so after that i sent a relief force ;ed by yours truly to surround them, there we charged them and cut down the remaining barbarians and took the rest as slaves. Ahhh yes it was a great victory for us" Hedrim smiled as if remembering the battle.

[Ingwe]

Ingwionis awoke from his twelve-hour rest; no doubt it had been the longest rest he had had in many centuries. Living only one hundred leagues west of Urd (extreme-Northern Rhun), Ingwionis had resided here for only the few years since Sauron was destroyed, to defend the northlands from the Forodwaith (both the name of the region to the north as well as of the people from those areas). Even here he was far enough from Mirkwood that there were no Elves within hundreds of leagues, save for A'mael, the soon-to-be wife of Ingwionis. Together the couple had spent a short number of years in these wastelands, serving as scouts to Thranduil, who has thus-far remained in Greenwood the Great, despite the failing of its original glory.

The light of the "Rising West" was far off in the distance. Ingwionis had last spoken to Gandalf two years ago, and regretted not being at the Grey Havens to bid him a good journey. Despite his guilt for not being there to see his old friend one last time, he knew that upon his own return to the Undying Lands that he would see his friend again. Afterall, what danger could come to Ingwionis before his departure into the West?

This is the Land of Urd, Northern Rhun, Palisor, Middle Earth, November the Twenty-Third of the Fourth Year. The Fourth Age of this World. The White Council had altogether disbanded, most of whom went into the West. Ingwionis was the last of Vanyarin descent to remain in Middle Earth.

Ingwionis' soon-to-be wife, A'mael, approaches him with a scroll. "Ingwionis, the Brown Wizard summons you", she said to her fiance with a sad voice while putting the scroll on the table. "This scroll has been here for two weeks now."

They both knew that this adventure would begin soon, and that A'mael could not go. "You will be going to Ithilien. Legolas and company have begun to colonize the area and many of the Elves, even those who resided in the east for many long centuries, have come. You will be safe there."

"Where are you going", she asked in a concerned voice, while taking the scroll from the table. She continues as she reads on, "The Old Brown Lands, not much too far away from Ithilien, well at least not as far as one would imagine."

Ingwionis knows that the adventure ahead will be longer indeed than just a couple hundred leagues. "I have been delaying Radagast for too long as it is. My love, the Brown Lands are only our second stop. I have accepted the adventure ahead that will likely take me back into the Far East, even further east than here. I will be going to Rhosgobel. I am already late it seems."

"Then I'm going too", A'mael replied whilst once again putting the scroll down. "I'm not helpless in battle as you know."

Ingwionis looks down, thinking about when he last visited the Brown Lands. "It is said in legend that the Brown Lands were blasted away by Sauron, that not one green thing lived there ever after that time in the Second Age. The trees once lived, walked, and spoke there. The mates of the Ents, those who made our victories against Sauron possible, for if not for the Ents, Saruman may have become the master of this world and destroying Sauron wouldn't have been possible whilst the enemy held the Ring. We owe the Ents at least this one last duty."

"And as I have said, I'm going too", replied A'mael adamantly. "The duty has to be done and since I don't prefer the image of sitting in Ithilien wondering what's happening to you, I'm coming along."

"You weren't summoned. I was", Ingwionis told A'mael in a matter-of-fact voice. Ingwionis lifted the scroll from the table and pointed it at his fiance. "This is my mission. I cannot put you at risk. It happened before, and I cannot lose you."

"Strange that I'm worried more about something happening to you. I grow weary of saying this, so I only will one more time. I am going."

"Very well." Ingwionis sighs. "We leave early in the morning. An Eagle has been sent for me. I do not think he will appreciate having to carry two of us hundreds of leagues back to Rhosgobel. Nevertheless, we're going. Get some sleep."

Ingwionis doesn't sleep that night, especially for the fact that he had slept twelve hours the day before. He plans to leave his fiance near Mirkwood in Rhosgobel, so that Thranduil can lead her to safety, but he dismisses the plan as he knows that it's impossible to argue with A'mael. She will be going, despite Ingwionis' protest against it.

"Radagast is going to roast me for being late. I had better conjure a good excuse for my tardiness. These wizard types are not fooled easily though", Ingwionis thinks to himself. "I wonder why Gandalf couldn't have stayed here at least to assist in this mission. Well, thankfully the issue of the lost Entwives may be resolved, one way or another. I wonder, if it weren't for those inquisitive halflings, would we even be searching for the Entwives. Hmm... It is obvious that I will not be getting any rest this night. I may as well go with my original plan and come up with an excuse for being late to receive Radagast's orders." Ingwionis continues to think to himself through the night.

His mind continues to wander throughout the night. As eccentric as Ingwionis has become, he sometimes attempts to create new words in Quenya as well as the Common Tongue. He was always considered to be strange by those around him, but was respected for his dedication and duty to those in Middle Earth. Radagast most likely expected him to be somewhat late to the summons, so probably would not take it all that badly.

[Butterbeer]

"You don't say... Master Hamfast? ...

It 's pickled eggs wi' me ..they just don't agree with me, seemingly..."

[Earniel]

"Hmm," Radagast said as he steadied the glass pitcher on the table until the trembling of Earthshaker's heavy footfall subsided, "I could be mistaken, but I would say that sounds like one of the Ents has arrived to join us. And by the sound of that, he's very interested in your presence, my dear. He said to Blossomshade."

[Acalewia]

At first, Aelfwine thought some sort of earthquake had struck. Until Radagast mentoned Ents.
"Just one. From the sounds of it, the whole crew must be coming," she said. Aelfwine was really looking forward to meeting this Ent, she heard great things from various people about the valor of the Ents.

[The last sane person]

Carnehilion had dozed off in a corner near the door, leaning up against the greenery covered wall, but promptly fell on his rear as the heavy foot falls of the ent shook the walls behind him, robbing him of his support.

Quickly gathering himself up off of the ground, he leapt up and peaked out of the door, only to stare and turn back to the assembled company. The Ent waved at him (or, well shook its branches, but it looked like waving), and Carnehilion found himself waving back.

"Um, Radagast, how pray is our newest visitor supposed to fit into (or over) the fence and into the yard? Perhaps we ought to er, move the teaparty to either out back or up front."

[feawen]

"The green wood does not need one more elf to defend it anymore, i will come on this quest." Nami said. "Any way, i am still young and can spare a few years of travel with good company. However i was thinking of those with lives not as long as my own" Nami turned to towards the humans gathered around. "I mean no offence by that."

[me9996]

Ferrin (Who had done nothing intresting sence arriveing) stood and stated loudly "I will go in search of the entwives, I have been a hermit for many years, so I leave little behind" and with this, he sat down.

[Nautipus]

Seratili still sat quietly, but he pondered the old Man. He liked his brashness. Blunt as iron, some might say. He continued to sit, and watch the other members of their party.

[Ingwe]

Ingwionis looked at everyone and sighed. "I suppose of my home there is nothing now that needs tending. With A'mael with me, I need not worry about her condition either. We will be safe...at least for now."

[Acalewia]

"Rohan does not need me to protect her," Aelfwine said. "The only family I have is younger siblings. For now my mother's mother watches over them. I will join you on this quest," Looking about her, she was sure she was perhaps the youngest gathered. "My age or my bow skill may not be as great as the others here, but Gandalf does things for a reason. He would not have chosen us for this Quest had he had any doubts about us,"

[Mari]

From a distance Ellysa was looking down on the house. I don't want to go down to all those people... let's wait until morning.
No, I musn't be a coward. I saw myself entering the house so I will.
And down to the house she went.

[Acalewia]

Aelfwine was surprised to see a dark woman, or girl; she couldn't really tell, standing in the doorway. She glanced at the others, they had taken no notice of her. Aelfwine walked over to her.
"Hi," she said. "You joining us, too?"

[orithil]

Hedrim who was feeling tired and saw no need to introduce himself for what seemed like the hundredths time just nodded his head to this new comer and mumbled something that sounded like "Hedrim valdaes lord of the north

[me9996]

By now Ferrin has fallen asleap.


OOC:Think about it... Old hermit, who's been sleaping on rocks for sevral years, siting on a comfy seat, sitting through long boreing intrductions...

[orithil]

Hedrim nodded to Ferrin "I think he has the right idea lets us sleep and tommorow explain our plan to the new comer, with that hedrim stood his sword up next to the couch and closed his eyes.

[Acalewia]

"I'm Aelfwine and I believe Hedrim is right. We should get some rest. I'm sure Radagast won't mind one more visitor," she looked to the wizard. "Right?"

[Mari]

Ellysa was slightly surprised that the woman and the man noticed her. "Ah, um, yes. It seems that I will.
My name is Ellysa..." She fell silent as she saw the gathered people starting to take notice of her. "Um, nice to meet you. Please, don't mind me and continue your conversation! I, uh, I didn't mean to interupt anything."
This is scary! But I saw myself here and I think I recognize some of the people present. I must have been right to come here! I'll just have to wait and see...

[Mari]

Ellysa merely nodded in response. She wasn't sure what she was getting into, but then again she usually wasn't.