The Drunk Elf Pirates and the Quest for the Wine-thieves - Page 31

Lady Willow Rose · 08-25-2006, 10:27 PM

Enelya, for a reason totally unknown to her, pulled her skirt a little further down over her knees. She glanced over at Jack and realized he seemed to actually be looking around at things again.

This, for yet another reason unknown to her, absurdly pleased her.

Acalewia · 08-26-2006, 10:28 AM

A very grumpy looking elf then decided to show up and seat himself on the log recently vacated by the Entmaid.

"How many people are on this bloody island. I thought it was deserted." he said. It seems my compainions are a very drunk pirate, an elf and whatever he is"

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 02:34 PM

The figure whirled around to face Enelya, quite suddenly. On his face was a frown...or rather, something between an annoyed face, furious face, and livid face. He began to redden...in fact, everything but his cloak and feather was turning reddish.

"You shall not dare to interrupt the songs of Númenoriorianior!!" he shouted, rather angrily. "Fool mortal, who dares to desecrate the fair words..."

And with that, he began to descend into a fairly lengthy rant, which doesn't need to be recorded here in full.

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 06:36 PM

Enelya blinked, completely taken aback. "I'm not a mortal," she pointed out weakly. "I'm an Elf. Well, half-Elf but I'd rather not talk about the other half of my blood."

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 08:29 PM

"Mortal or half-elf, it is strictly forbidden to profane the ancient songs of Númeniariorianior!" the figure nearly screamed. "The songs passed down from Aragaranaradara-Talaanamatanion through the ages, to the high king Elendendil and his sons Aniorianion and Izzildiur! How dare you??"

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 08:42 PM

"I didn't realize what you were doing," she said helplessly. "I'm very sorry if I've violated some sort of sacred right."

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 09:54 PM

"Sacred right?" spluttered the regal figure. "This is more than a sacred right...it is...it is...it is...why, it is a SACRED RIGHT! Why doesn't anyone ever understand that? It's disrespect like that which brought Númenoriarionior into the sea! Why-why-"

And then he stopped for a few seconds to regain his breath. Which he desperately needed.

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 10:09 PM

"I'm sorry!" she said, starting to cry. "I didn't mean to do anything. I was just trying to be helpful." Poor Enelya was sobbing now. "Nothing I ever do turns out right."

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 10:11 PM

"That's odd..." murmured the figure. "Nobody ever did that before..."

He scratched his head, trying to figure out exactly why Enelya was crying.

"I mean, after all, being the High Heir to Númenoiriorianior, I really didn't get that much...well...reaction..."

He turned towards the sea, furrowing his brow and mumbling to himself.

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 10:13 PM

"You were yelling at me for an understandable mistake," she whimpered. "Of course I'm crying!"

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 10:17 PM

"Castaway of unknown origin..." the figure slowly said, "did you just shout at the High Heir Elendendil II of Númenoriorianior?"

He frowned.

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 10:18 PM

"No," she snapped. "I whimpered loudly. There's a difference."

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 10:21 PM

"I don't think I understand..." replied the blue-feather man. "And...I think you just shouted at me again..."

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 10:23 PM

"No," she corrected. "I just snapped." Enelya wiped away her tears. "I am sorry about crying on you. I just broke down."

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 10:31 PM

"The High Heir neither gives nor takes apology..." the figure began to recite with a monotonous speech..."Um...were you yelling that time? And do you break down often?"

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 10:33 PM

"Only when a person yells at me when I'm trying to help," she explained. "It distresses me to no end."

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 10:55 PM

"I believe I understand," answered the figure. "I do also get irritated with those who have forgotten the ways of Númenorioraiorior..."

He took a breath, and told Enelya, "By what name do you go by, island-dweller?"

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 11:14 PM

"My name is Enelya Tîwele." She stood up and brushed the sand off her skirt. "What might yours be?"

Curubethion · 08-26-2006, 11:57 PM

The figure made a bow, and his cloak (the one with the Blue Tree on the back) swept the ground. "I am Elendendil II of Númenoriorianior, the lost island of the Númenorianioranians. And I am the last of that line...the rest were lost when the island perished in fire and water, brought by the Dark Lord Sauronionin. It's sad, really...especially because nobody seems to remember us or the Blue Tree."

Lady Willow Rose · 08-26-2006, 11:58 PM

"It all sounds vaguely familiar," she admitted. "And very tragic. Is there anything I can do to help?"

08-25-2006, 10:27 PM	#601
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Enelya, for a reason totally unknown to her, pulled her skirt a little further down over her knees. She glanced over at Jack and realized he seemed to actually be looking around at things again. This, for yet another reason unknown to her, absurdly pleased her. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 10:28 AM	#602
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	A very grumpy looking elf then decided to show up and seat himself on the log recently vacated by the Entmaid. "How many people are on this bloody island. I thought it was deserted." he said. It seems my compainions are a very drunk pirate, an elf and whatever he is" __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

08-26-2006, 02:34 PM	#603
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	The figure whirled around to face Enelya, quite suddenly. On his face was a frown...or rather, something between an annoyed face, furious face, and livid face. He began to redden...in fact, everything but his cloak and feather was turning reddish. "You shall not dare to interrupt the songs of Númenoriorianior!!" he shouted, rather angrily. "Fool mortal, who dares to desecrate the fair words..." And with that, he began to descend into a fairly lengthy rant, which doesn't need to be recorded here in full. __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 06:36 PM	#604
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Enelya blinked, completely taken aback. "I'm not a mortal," she pointed out weakly. "I'm an Elf. Well, half-Elf but I'd rather not talk about the other half of my blood." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 08:29 PM	#605
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"Mortal or half-elf, it is strictly forbidden to profane the ancient songs of Númeniariorianior!" the figure nearly screamed. "The songs passed down from Aragaranaradara-Talaanamatanion through the ages, to the high king Elendendil and his sons Aniorianion and Izzildiur! How dare you??" __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 08:42 PM	#606
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"I didn't realize what you were doing," she said helplessly. "I'm very sorry if I've violated some sort of sacred right." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 09:54 PM	#607
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"Sacred right?" spluttered the regal figure. "This is more than a sacred right...it is...it is...it is...why, it is a SACRED RIGHT! Why doesn't anyone ever understand that? It's disrespect like that which brought Númenoriarionior into the sea! Why-why-" And then he stopped for a few seconds to regain his breath. Which he desperately needed. __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 10:09 PM	#608
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"I'm sorry!" she said, starting to cry. "I didn't mean to do anything. I was just trying to be helpful." Poor Enelya was sobbing now. "Nothing I ever do turns out right." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 10:11 PM	#609
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"That's odd..." murmured the figure. "Nobody ever did that before..." He scratched his head, trying to figure out exactly why Enelya was crying. "I mean, after all, being the High Heir to Númenoiriorianior, I really didn't get that much...well...reaction..." He turned towards the sea, furrowing his brow and mumbling to himself. __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 10:13 PM	#610
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"You were yelling at me for an understandable mistake," she whimpered. "Of course I'm crying!" __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 10:17 PM	#611
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"Castaway of unknown origin..." the figure slowly said, "did you just shout at the High Heir Elendendil II of Númenoriorianior?" He frowned. __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 10:18 PM	#612
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"No," she snapped. "I whimpered loudly. There's a difference." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 10:21 PM	#613
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"I don't think I understand..." replied the blue-feather man. "And...I think you just shouted at me again..." __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 10:23 PM	#614
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"No," she corrected. "I just snapped." Enelya wiped away her tears. "I am sorry about crying on you. I just broke down." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 10:31 PM	#615
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"The High Heir neither gives nor takes apology..." the figure began to recite with a monotonous speech..."Um...were you yelling that time? And do you break down often?" __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 10:33 PM	#616
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"Only when a person yells at me when I'm trying to help," she explained. "It distresses me to no end." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 10:55 PM	#617
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	"I believe I understand," answered the figure. "I do also get irritated with those who have forgotten the ways of Númenorioraiorior..." He took a breath, and told Enelya, "By what name do you go by, island-dweller?" __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 11:14 PM	#618
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"My name is Enelya Tîwele." She stood up and brushed the sand off her skirt. "What might yours be?" __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

08-26-2006, 11:57 PM	#619
Curubethion Fenway Ranger, Lord of Red Sox Nation Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: College! Posts: 1,976	The figure made a bow, and his cloak (the one with the Blue Tree on the back) swept the ground. "I am Elendendil II of Númenoriorianior, the lost island of the Númenorianioranians. And I am the last of that line...the rest were lost when the island perished in fire and water, brought by the Dark Lord Sauronionin. It's sad, really...especially because nobody seems to remember us or the Blue Tree." __________________ Adventure...betrayal...heroism... Atharon: where heroes are born. My wife once said to me—when I'd been writing for ten or fifteen years—that I could always go back to being a nuclear engineer. And I said to her, 'Harriet, would you let someone who quit his job to go write fantasy anywhere near your nuclear reactor? I wouldn't!' (Robert Jordan)

08-26-2006, 11:58 PM	#620
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"It all sounds vaguely familiar," she admitted. "And very tragic. Is there anything I can do to help?" __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.