Middle Earth discussion

A small homely cottage in a small glen in the forest, peaceful and natural.

Home to the elf princess, Elenwë Tiri Olé

Ellen rode into the clearing and viewed her cottage, quiet and unassuming in the centre. She tied her horse up next to a pile of hay and entered the house. Once inside she quickly lit a fire before hunting through a great chest. The house was very small. The main door entered into a cosy sitting room with a fire and three chairs. The back of this room was a kitchen, cupboards and a sink. One door led on into the bedroom and bathroom while another led into the small pantry.

Anne dismounted and said wearily, "nice place you have here," she smiled at Ellen weakly, her strength was quickly seeping out of her.

Ellen chuckled "don't sugarcoat it. I'm sorry it's such a dump. Take a seat by the fire" she added, seeing Anne was very weary

"Well," Anne said flippantly, " our place was much more bleary and small. Besides it is luxury compared to Sauron's prison cells. Thanks." she took a seat by the fire.

"Smaller than this? Seven hells it must have been a box." She was still rummaging through the chest "I know it's in here somewhere... Ah! Got it!" She rose holding a small vial of bright blue liquid "my mother was an alchemist and she passed on many of her materials to me. These are called Faenor's tears, and are supposedly from a large vial of tears that were collected when Faenor was weeping when the Silmarils were stolen from him. Bit sad really. Anyway, they will revitalise your vitamins and increase your metabolism tenfold, almost rapid cellular regeneration. It does taste a bit vile though, would you like it in some tea?"

Anne laughed feebly at the comment, and then added, "yes, please."

((seven HELLS!! Omg love that curse, Game of thrones? Right?))

Ellen hurried over the stove at the back of the room and began to boil a kettle. Once ready she made two cups of tea and into one she added two drops of the blue liquid. She carried the tea over and handed the medicinal one to Anne. "Here, drink slowly." She said and she seated herself opposite with hers

((Ahaha yes you're right omg that's awful I didn't even notice it just came to me naturally #nerdlife))

Anne took the staming mug in her hands with a thank you, and obeyed, sipping slowly. It did taste rather vile, but she kept on drinking. "I'm sorry for all this- gee I owe so many people my life now.."

Ellen smiled "I hate to remind you Anne, but you already owe me once!" She said with a twinkle in her eye

Anne smiled, "I know I know." she ticked them off on her fingers. "Ty, you, Madelaine, Legolas, " she shook her head.

"Well you'll probably be able to pay back some of those debts pretty soon, I mean this battle could be dangerous!" She said, zoning out. "Oh! That reminds me!" She leapt up and reached on her tippy toes to the top of a cupboard. She brought down a scabbard, brown leather, tatty and unkept. It was about 5 feet long from pommel to tip, nearly her own height. The grip was designed to be held its two hands "have you heard of Gandalfs sword? And Thorins? Made in Gondolin, the city of my ancestors. This is the best sword, in my opinion, that those furnaces ever produced. Tiri Rhaw it is named, of in the common tongue, Bright Lion. It was once the kings sword. Long ago" she said hushed

"that is one nice weapon," Anne said. "it even looks like it was made for you."

Ellen smiled and suddenly with gusto she grabbed the hilt and fluidly pulled the blade from its sheath. The scabbard dropped the floor and she gazed at the blade. It was very long, and slightly curved towards the end. The bright, near white, steel seemed to shimmer and ripple in the light. Along the blade words of deepest crimson were written in ancient elvish and the seemed to glow. The edge was honed to ultimate sharpness and could cut steel like butter. "The enchantments," Ellen said "are fire runes. What the blade touches, it will burn with incredible pain to the other party. Except of course this enchanted scabbard, one of a kind, hence the inability to replace it. Lets see the bas**ards get past Elenwë Tiri Olé when she has Tiri Rhaw!" She said smiling to Anne

(( Back ))

((Wrong one haha))

(( I am going to LOL FOR REAL if she doesn't come back. ))

((hey Ty. Dyou wanna continue on the battlefield in medieval?))

Anne grinned, and finished her tea, forcing it down her throat. "I'm impressed." she wanted to stay up, but the sun was fast approaching. "The strength is returning," she lied. "let us ride to Rivendell."

((who me?))

Ellen seemed snapped back into reality "you're right, we should go." She put her sword back into the scabbard and fastened it to her back, beneath her red cloak. "Your strength will return soon once the potion kicks in. In the meantime, chew on some of these" she said handing Anne a handful of dried green leaves. She popped one on her own mouth "Athelas, healing and energy. You ready?"

((LOL FOR REAL looks a bit like Loreal...))

(( OH SHOOT! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT! ))

((About what??))

((Other group, big battle and the entire rp is entering its Finale))

Ellen and Anne mounted up and rode hard for rivendell