Writewraiths in Middle Earth

[Ms. Undomial]

ooc: oops. accedentily posted twice,..

[Silverstripe]

As my mother and I walked back to find Rose, she told me a little of my history.

<You were not yet of age (nor are you of age now), when we discovered the other world. Few of us knew about it, and those who did were mostly elves, though there were a few men and dwarves who knew, and one hobbit: Primrose Brandybuck, who had become a good friend of my daughter. She, and the elf Lubyla, were chosen to journey to this new land. You, Calien, found out where they were going, and according to Primrose, went to see your friends off. But you accidently got transported wth them, and we couldn't get our travelers back... until now. While you were there, Lubyla lost many of her memories, and you ... lost all knowledge of who you were. More than this, I will not tell you, for you will remember it soon enough, anyway.>

Then we spotted Rose in the distance, and walked over to her.

<Tell her. She will be surprised, but understand> said my mother, and I knew exactly what she meant.

<Hello, Rose. Have you met ... my mother?>

[Fred Baggins]

Merry kept stuttering, what about, I could not tell. I saw Lubyla nearby, muttering something. A pain corsed through my body, a bitter pain. I blacked out. When I woke up again, I was looking AT Bell. I didn't understand. I was Bell, or had been anyway. But no, now I was a different hobbit, clothed in gold robes. I ran to a nearby lake, and looked at the clear reflection. I wasn't Bell...or any other character I had created, or thought of creating. In fact...I looked a lot like a younger version of that other hobbit I had run into earler! Could it be...had that been...did that mean...?

[zavron]

ooc: Am I still with you lot?

[Fred Baggins]

Yes, Zavron, you always are. Why do you always ask? Anywho, come join the confused unhappy lot once again. Make something happen. I'm bored.

[zavron]

ooc: oky doke!

ic:
I walked for awhile behind the others, suddenly the bush beside me rustled. The others did not here it. I walked over to the bush, suddenly A Huge black-Warg jumped out grabbed me and (Is it fred or fran?) and jumped back into the bushes. On the other side of the bushes was a huge crack in the ground. With an enormous bound the Warg jumped right into it, taking us along for the ride. Suddenly a whistling sound reached my ear it became louder. Ahead there was a little outcropping rock, there was nothing I could do. My headcame crashing into it and I remembered no more of the journey down the crack.

[Fred Baggins]

ooc: Faith. She's not in Bell's body anymore if anyone wonders.

ic: The warg kept taking us down further and further. Then, the bottom. "Wake up Dave, please wake up." When shouting didn't work I tried shaking, but got a terrible shock, though touching him did not affect me as I thought it would. "Please wake up Dave!" I turned to the warg. "Why have you brought us here?"

[zavron]

The warg was gone, all that was left was darkness, and shadows.

[Fred Baggins]

I instinctivly reached up before relizing, to late, that I was no longer Fran, and no longer had the Phial. I pulled off my pack and rummaged through it, hoping to find something, anything to help. But I didn't have anything. Just a pad of paper, my pencils, and a few other oddments. What can I do now? Maybe Dave would be able to think of something, but he was knocked cold. We had droped to far, and where so far down, there was no light reaching us. So it would be usless trying to all for help.

[Ms. Undomial]

<Your mother??> I said, very suprised. <You are Calien? >

[Silverstripe]

I stared at Rose.

<How did you know Alasse's daughter was Calien? I've never written about myself!? Anyway, yes, I am Calien, and you have to use Nenya to restore me to my own body, quick!>

[Ms. Undomial]

<simple deduction! um.... is there a instruction booklet?> I Laughed at the expression on Calien's face at my remark.

[Silverstripe]

<Simply try to use the ring. You will know what to do; in that, I know you are like Losillewen.>

<Yes, but how did you know my name was Calien? Are you starting to have Losillewen's memories?> I asked, somewhat worried.

[Ms. Undomial]

<on the moot, you were silverstripe, and on one PM you mentioned the Name Calien, you did not use it, and now, by simple deduction, I found out that Calien was your name! when do you want me to use the ring?>

[Silverstripe]

<Now.>

[Ms. Undomial]

ooc: I will reply in the morning; I have to think up something good to happen.

[Lubyla]

Lubyla walked off, seeing that the spell had worked, and ran into Starletta.

O, sorry, I seem to have lost myself, looking for...welll, its not important

*bends her bow at Starletta* Who are you, and what is your bussiness, trying to mess up my plans?

I-i'm Starletta of Rohan, I ment not to bump into you, it was just...well...I met a few hobbits, who have seemed to run off, and I was looking for them, trying to finish my past, though now that they are gone, that is not posible.

*They stood in front of the bush where Dave and Faith had been taken captive...er...whatever, and as she said this, Starletta started to cry silent tears, that seemed to make their way down to Faith and Dave, wiith shimmering light.*

[Ms. Undomial]

I put on Nenya and walked over to Calien. I put my hands on her temples and it seemed like the worled began to revolve around us. it was a great struggle for the both of us, but finally she and I overcame it. I brought my hands off her head, and she was once again Calien.

ooc: I hope you like it Silverstripe!

[Silverstripe]

ooc: Thank you, Ms. Undomial! That will do nicely.

ic: I opened my eyes, and found myself looking at everything in a new light; it was as if I had finally come home after a long and tiring journey. I was beginning to remember my past, though only bits and pieces of it -- like who the fox I had met before had REALLY been (Terwell, not Cyrell), or the name of my cousins, the son and daughters of my mother's brother.

I glanced at my mother and Losillewen ... er, Rose. I was somewhat taller than my mother, probably a little over six feet tall, though nowhere near as tall as Losillewen.

Alasse smiled fondly at her black-haired, gray-eyed daughter. <Thank you, Rose. Now we must rejoin the others.>

[Ms. Undomial]

<Your welcome. lets go.>