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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Even the strong practice (Open) « Thread Started on Feb 11, 2006, 3:11pm »
The longsword shimmered in the hazy glow of the morning sun as Gitsy pulled it out of it's sheath. She held the cold metal against her cheek, comforted by it's presence. Effortlessly, she swung it in a high arc above her head, then back down seamlessly through the air, turning on her foot and swinging it once more. A smile graced her lips as she continued like this for half an hour, feeling the surge of passion through her veins.
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #1 on Mar 5, 2006, 8:13am »
on one of his frequent trips to rivendell, simon wandered through and spotted someone new, someone who he has never laid eyes on before. he snuck behind her and waited for her to turn with her blade, he took out his own and when she turned he stoppped her sword form coming down. "you have a talent with this blade" he started, "oh, forgive me, my name is simon, simon curran" he bowed to her respect fully, "and i might i ask whom you might be?"
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #2 on Mar 6, 2006, 12:16pm »
Gitsy hesitated for a moment, but flashed him a quick smile before lowering her sword to her side. Her eyes surveyed him closely, for it was rare for a mortal to enter Rivendell, and more rare for one to approach her and talk to her. He seemed farely young to her keen eyes, but she bowed back all the same. "Gitsy Silvertongue," came her graceful reply, and as she straightened up, she watched him curiously. "If I may ask, are you a mortal? It's just that it is rare for one to enter an Elvish kindgdom, apart from Estel." She smiled gently, "And for one to gain permission from Lord Elrond must be thought highly of indeed."
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #3 on Mar 6, 2006, 2:26pm »
"that i am, i know it is rare ofr a mortal to enter here, but lord elrond has heard of me and my skill, i think i am allowed here because of my parentgage, my mother was an elf, though i do not know her name, my father was a human of course, i inhereted her elven eyes and skill with a bow, but my father gave me the gift of mortality, elves live fora very long time and i didnt want that, i will go when it is my time to go." he smirked at her "no offence but you look extremly young for an elf"
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #4 on Mar 6, 2006, 4:28pm »
Gitsy smiled wryly, eyes glinting. "And you are extremly charming for a half-elf. Not many of your kind is left, the only other half-elves I know is Estel, so I must say you are unique." She chuckled, "Depending on whether or not that is a good thing is argumentative."
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #5 on Mar 7, 2006, 11:47am »
"well" he said as he removed his hood "i think it is, being half and half allows you to have two minds when thinking of something, kinda like two opinions" he smiled and winked at her. "so you been here long?, i havent seen you here before"
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #7 on Mar 8, 2006, 12:22pm »
"i have been here a few times, but i am just passing through, although i am quite short on lambas, i may go and get more before i leave" he walked over and sat on the balcony near where they stood. "oh, so you travel alot?, anywhere interesting?"
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #8 on Mar 11, 2006, 6:31pm »
Gitsy thought for a moment, then smiled gracefully and sheathed her sword, the silver hilt shining lazily in the sun. "A number of places, Minis Tirith, Edoras, Lothlorien. All beautiful." Sighing, she leant back against the wall, closing her eyes. "But none were once as they were decades ago. I truely fear for the future."
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #9 on Mar 12, 2006, 3:49pm »
"I dont tend to think that far ahaed, well only in times of battle, i like to live life as it is ,not for what it will be" he couldnt help looking at her, osmthing was draing him in, "im sorry but are you part siren or something?, i now this may sound quite strange because i only just met you but you are very beautiful, there is somthing about you is telling me to come closer, but then when i think about it, i ask the question, why?"
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #10 on Mar 13, 2006, 3:18am »
Gitsy couldn't help but blush, an almost shy smile on her lips. "Umm, no I'm not. Maybe it's because of the Elvish blood..." She chewed her lip, the blush dissappearing slightly, but hints of it still remained.
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #11 on Mar 13, 2006, 2:44pm »
"yea, that might be it, ive only got a fraction of what you have, so maybe thats why im attracted, but its never happend with other female elves before, i guess you that special one yuo meet eevry so often." he smiled gain, why was he acting like this, he usually prefered to be on his own and do things alone, but know after meeting this new elf, he thought, that he wont be alone ofr much longer.
Re: Even the strong practice (Open) « Reply #12 on Mar 13, 2006, 4:19pm »
She blushed and smiled, staring out at the gardens. Sure, the man was charming, but she was of elf-kin, him a mortal. "Simon," She sighed heavily, "You know the differences between our races, I shall live forever, but you shall die." Gitsi paused, "Have you ever heard of Beren and Luthien? The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beachen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hill-top high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel! He called her by her elvish name; And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of ireon and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless." She softly sang.