Who: Avarian, Caranthir, Gladharil, Ithiriel, and Maglor What: Ava went crazy so we convened tehnoldor Where: Minas Tirith, then Ithilien When: Last week XD I is lazy
Rain: *is happening*
Avarian: *is apparently going crazy*
Maglor: *would tell her to stop stealing his thunder, but is apparently rather poisoned and swore oath to stay in bed*
Avarian: *isn't trying to steal anyone's thunder >.<*
Feanor: *happy to discover that the roof he built is standing up to the rain quite nicely* *hasn't stopped painting and working on interior since putting Maglor and Ithiriel to bed* *oh and hugging other son, yes*
Ithiriel: *is up and around, and pacing, and wondering how Aerhen's doing with her reading, and healing Maglor in spells, and .... enjoying the peace and quiet*
Caranthir: *Working on top secret project o'secretness*
Avarian: *can't... just ... sit and listen to rain falling while thinking thoughts of badness* *was enjoying new happy!light!her, but .... grararar*
Caranthir: *wooorks**has in fact taken up two rooms in the theatre and barred others from entering <3*
Ithiriel: *in fact, sits on the bed and runs fingers through her husband's hair*
Ithiriel: *likes it when she has him to herself <3
Maglor: *....smiles?*
Ithiriel: *checks him over, then just.... gives him this look of absolute adoration and goes back to running her fingers through his hair*
Avarian: *meanwhile, has snuck out of healing houses, after finding sword, and is heading to the inn, in the rain, in ... a dress that is probably soaked and revealing things*
Maglor: *<3's Ithiriel* *is wondering though how much longer is going to feel kinda icky x_@*
Caranthir: *pity he's in the theatre and not the inn*
Ithiriel: *thinks probably another few days*
Avarian: *didn't want to see Caranthir anyway ... did a quick assessment and decided that her hand can clench a sword, and the rest doesn't matter, so has thrown on her very heaviest armor*
Avarian: *And grabbed up an extra sword* *and is going to go KICK SOME ASS*
Gladharil: *sees elf walk past in the rain with armor and swords**blinks**is wearing a thin dress her self and DOESN'T CARE* Where are you going?
Avarian: *blinks*
Avarian: To the stables?
Gladharil: Dressed like that, in this weather?
Avarian: Well you see, the object is to get on a horse, and ride off .... I do not need to explain myself to you, I am busy. >.<
Gladharil: You're going to Ithilien aren't you. I wouldn't recommend that. *shows off her healing arm wound* Poison! And they brought in another elf, a tall one, Noldor I think, poisoned in the back, just yesterday!
Gladharil: I'm thinking we're gonna need a larger force to deal with this infesation.
Avarian: *frowns* *knows that has to be either Feanor or Maglor, because it just isn't Caranthir* If they have not killed me yet, some poison certainly will not. *chuckles*
Gladharil: that's stupid talk.
Avarian: Apparently I excell at being stupid. *smirks, while still walking*
Gladharil: *frowns**should tell someone, just isn't sure who!*
Avarian: *almost at the stables now!* You have some nice male elf to go home to, I am sure. Go and rest.
Gladharil: >.> Eventually. *follows after her, stubbornly*
Gladharil: I'm goin' with you.
Avarian: I appreciate your telling me about the orcs. I already knew about them. I met up with them ... however long ago that was.
Gladharil: *deadpan* Oh yes orcs are wonderful things, their swords are made out of candy and they excrete lembas.
Avarian: *mounts up* You are going to die, fighting orcs dressed like that, unarmed.
Gladharil: *hops onto the back of Avarian's horse* You only live once! *grins brilliantly*
Avarian: Indeed. *sets out!*
Gladharil: *wraps arms around her**is armed at least, and will just have to tear skirt off, yep!*
Avarian: *thinks this cute little elf is just as crazy as she is, doesn't know whether to be happy or glad*
Avarian: *happy or SAD, and .... is NOT going to stop riding in that direction, if that was the ploy*
Gladharil: *chats* This really is a stupid idea you know, did you even tell anyone where you were going?
Avarian: *snorts* Who would care?
Gladharil: Friends? Family?
Avarian: *shrugs her shoulders*
Gladharil: *scoffs*
Caranthir: *ava sense, tingling*
Avarian: Did you tell yours?
Gladharil: >.> Well my best friend is off with her husband who got shot, and my betrothed is off hugging trees or something.
Avarian: Ithiriel, then.
Gladharil: yeah!
Avarian: *nods her head, rides through the gates*
Gladharil: Orcs are perverts.
Gladharil: Seriously, they wanted to bugger my betrothed more than me!
gladharil: *sounds insulted*
Avarian: They will eat you while they rape you. *casually*
Gladharil: *blinks*
Avarian: *nods, matter of factly* In little pieces, to keep their energy up for it, you see, and because they like the wriggling and screaming.
Gladharil: Well that sounds like fun?
Avarian: Absolutely.
Gladharil: *frowns* Why are we riding out there again? Doesn't it strike you as a bit daft/
Avarian: Let us see. I am on a horse, with two swords, wearing heavy armor.
Gladharil: *rolls her eyes* Heavy armor weighs you down.
Avarian: ..... Oh yes, you might think I was off to kill something. *laughs*
Gladharil: You don't know how to fight until you've fought in a dress ^_^
Avarian: Yes, but it also shields from blows better.
Avarian: And how do you know, young one, that I have not fought in dresses, or indeed, various stages of UNdress?
Gladharil: >.> Fighting naked is kind of fun until the poison knocks you out.
Avarian: Yes.
Gladharil: *grins*
Gladharil: are we there yet?
Avarian: *keeps riding* No.
Gladharil: *chatters for a few minutes about Hallorn then says * are we there yet?
Avarian: *heads over the bridge*
Gladharil: We're not there yet.
Gladharil: *soaked through to the skin now XD*
Avarian: You will know we are there when the arrows start flying.
Gladharil: You're not just going to charge in, are you?
Avarian: If you do not like it, you know the way home.
Gladharil: Pffft, I'm not walking all the way back!
Gladharil: But there's this little thing called 'strategy' I hear it's great!
Avarian: You were the one who sat upon MY horse and road here.
Avarian: *keeps riding* If I wish to charge in, then that is what I will do.
Gladharil: Because I didn't want you to go alone! If you're going to charge into an orc camp it's like you wanna die and I can't in good conscience stand by!
Avarian: I wholeheartedly wish that people would stop underestimating me.
Gladharil: *warns* Just don't OVERestimate yourself.
Avarian: *snorts* *skirts the forest a bit*
Gladharil: Srsly.
Gladharil: Overestimating is bad >.> I've done it before.
Avarian: You are disturbing my calm.
Gladharil: Good! *jabs her in the side*
Avarian: *rolls her eyes*
Gladharil: *rolls her eyes*
Gladharil: Lets get this over with >.<
Gladharil: *Draws daggers out from under her dress!*
Avarian: Shut. Up. *dismounts*
Gladharil: *hops off lighly, and lifts her skirts to tie them around her thighs*
Gladharil: *doesn't want to rip up dress if she can hel p it <3*
Avarian: Next time, wear shoes. *draws both of her swords, grins, and dives into the trees*
Gladharil: I was dancing in the rain you stupid b---*follows after!*
Avarian: *sighs* *wasn't a bitch yesterday* *puts herself into complete focus, and is just.. all blades, and movement, chopping and hacking at Orcs!*
Gladharil: *springs up into the trees and then drops down onto a pair of orcs coming up behind Ava, jabbing her daggers into their faces and twisting with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm >.>*
Avarian: *doesn't even notice, just works her way through the camp, gracefully but with the sort of gleam in her eye that implies a great deal of emotion*
Gladharil: *just trying to make sure Ava doesn't get overwhelmed, without getting overwhelmed herself**leaps up, kicking an orc in the face, pivoting on his face and kicking another in the head with a resounding clang.*
gladharil: In hindsight, while it looked good, it really wasn't the smartest move to do barefoot.*
Gladharil: *hops while holding her foot, and still standing on the orc*
Avarian: *is currently having a dance fest with four orcs, without missing a single beat, or getting anything more than nicked on the cheek*
Gladharil: *can't really keep up, no >.>*
Avarian: *is annoyed, actually, this is only a challenge because of their numbers*
Gladharil: *trying tho?**mostly trying to avoid getting cut to shreds <.<**pokes an orc in the eye ala Voldo from Soul Calibur**orc goes argh!*
Avarian: *kills off the last orc in the camp, then flicks blood off of her blade, and goes to find another camp, silently*
Gladharil: *rubs her aching foot again then darts after her, hissing * Hey, hey! Are you done yet? *
Avarian: *doesn't answer her, just keeps walking, with that odd gleam in her eye*
Gladharil: *knows this is a fucking stupid idea, but Ava's elbow*
but grabs Ava's elbow*
Avarian: *whirls on her, with both swords!*
Gladharil: *yeah, expected that**winces in pain*
Gladharil: *has sword in gut <3!*
Avarian: *removes sword, pushes her to the ground, decides her target's down enough for her, moves to find the NEXT one*
Gladharil: *uses her dagger to keep sword from going any deeper, it came in from the side**blinks as she falls back, a bit shocked* Weresupposedtosnapoutofit...!
Avarian: *almost moved out of hearing range!*
Gladharil: *holds the side of her gut and pulls herself up by a tree, whistling and hoping the horse listens* I am beginning...to dislike Ithilien >.<
Avarian: *isn't snapped out of it, goes to find more things to kill*
Gladharil: *tries reason once more!* Damn it!....*shakes FIST* Snap out of it!
Gladharil: You're being STUPID!
Gladharil: *HISSS*
Gladharil: Now -those- are some interesting colors. Butterflies!
Avarian: *keeps..... walking...*
Gladharil: Horse? Now would be a good time.. Really. It would be? *sounding a bit more panicky*
Gladharil: *grabs onto the horse and climbs on* There you are...eru..Minas Tirith..Thattaway, ride..yeah....*finds some cloth in the saddle back and presses it to her wound**passes out*
Horse: *rides to Minas Tirith!**dumps stupid elf at the healers, goes to be pampered by the cute stable girl*
Elrond: ... *just takes care of her* *ignoring the NOLDOR part because that would mean one was KINSLAYING again*
Gladharil: Gotta send someone..save her. Stupid >.< Well..I'm stupid...but so is she!
Elrond: *twitches* Tall, dark skinned?
Gladharil: Very...pretty.
Elrond: *TWITCHES* She is still. HEALING. .... Tell me, that this was an accident ><.
Gladharil: *nods, groans* The butterflies give me a headache
Elrond: *works on her, makes one of the healers go find one of the feanorians*
Caranthir: *IS BUSY*
CAranthir: *BUSY**GLARES at the healeR*
Healer: *shrugs, leaves the message on the desk and SKITTERS out of there*
Caranthir:*picks up the message....**EYETWITCH**locks the place as he leaves, bellows* I'll be back shortly! *tosses the message at Feanor**heads up to the citadel, knocks on Maglor's door*
Avarian: *is, meanwhile, cutting through another camp of orcs*
Maglor: *is having cry-face moment, but is mostly over it now*
Ithiriel: *almost over it, yes*
Maglor: *blinkblinks at the knocking*
Maglor: *nuzzles and whispers* ...someone is knocking...angrily...at the door...can I get out of bed, to answer it?
Ithiriel: I will get it... *slips out of bed, and goes to the door*
Maglor: *wipes face on blanket and tries to look less...woeful*
Caranthir: *knocks again, insistantly!*
Ithiriel: *tries to get the tears out of her eyes before opening the door* Oh ... Caranthir.
Caranthir: I need a sword.
Caranthir: And quickly.
Maglor: ....
Ithiriel: You may borrow mine, if you... *frowns* ... Why?
Maglor: *looks worried but softly asks from where he is, in bed* ...what for, Caranthir?
Caranthir: *simply* It is Lomiel's turn to go insane, I think she would fit into this family just WONDERFULLY.
Caranthir: *kind of wishes Maglor could, but shakes his head* I think I need to do this alone.
Maglor: *would frantically shake head, but...can't manage that, only a slow nod of woefulness* No, no, she should go with you, in case...there are injuries...and she can fight...with a sword, too...very well.
Caranthir: I think it better if she does not go, considering circumstances >.>
Ithiriel: You should be wary of that sword, if you are going to use it. It knows very well who is it's master and who is not.
Maglor: I do not know if it will work for you, Caranthir...Ithiriel is right, she has tried it, before...
Ithiriel: It was very wearying, trying to wield it longer than 30 minutes.
Maglor: She is not...speaking idly. It is a well-meant warning... :/
Caranthir: *bluntly* In her blood-haze she stabbed Gladharil.
Maglor: *is fretty now!*
Maglor: *absolutely normal noise of rising anxiety* Ask the king for your sword back?
Ithiriel: ......... *pale* *immediately runs past him*
Maglor: Borrow Ithiriel's sword?
Caranthir: She needs to be force out of it before she gets herself killed, or someone else. >.<
Caranthir: *lets her go*
Ithiriel: *rushes down to the healing houses*
Maglor: ... *FIDGETS*
forced out of it*
Caranthir: *sighs* Where is her sword. *as if this is all vaguely familiar**is quite aware of what a noldo blood-haze can be like*
Maglor: ...has Feanor not made you a sword yet? x_@ *is going to wear self out fidgeting now, thanks* *points over at her sword, where she last left it in the bedroom* In here.
Maglor: Try not to break it? Its a good sword.
Maglor: *fretty worried look* Is Gladharil going to be all right?
Caranthir: Not yet, nay. *goes in and gets the swords, comes back* The missive was not clear, but she rode into the city astride Lomiel's horse. She said there were orcs.
Maglor: *twitches* x_@ Go, go...go stop her... *slow sluggish hand waviness of shooing* ...be careful...do not die, either of you?
Ithiriel: *is fretting and hovering and trying to help Elrond tend Gladharil without getting in the way or draining herself out*
Maglor: And bring the swords back, too? x_@;;;
Caranthir: Aye, and we will lock hers up as well. *sighs**gives his brother a hug* And let us hope it is easier to snap her out of one of these, than it was to snap me out of one.
Maglor: Along with your elf...tell her...to stop stealing my thunder? *nervous laugh?*
Maglor: *weakly hugs?* *then shooing hand wavy of slothness* Go, go...quickly...
Caranthir: *rushes out, heads to stables, leaps atop a horse, and RIDES out1*
Avarian: *stumbling through the forest, looking for anything that MOVES at this point, has probably left wildlife in her path*
Caranthir: *ridesridesrides, crosses bridge, heads into forest..path o'distruction? Easy to find!*
Avarian: *currently working on the next camp she found*
Caranthir: *waits until she finishes, then calmly walks in**doesn't mince words, just ATTACKS, with overwhelming force and precision*
Avarian: *meets his blade with hers, still with that gleam in her eye, and begins to attack him in return!* *is probably a bit more precise and driven than she normally is, given the circumstances >.>*
Caranthir: *parries, then punches her in the face, before springing back*
Caranthir: *leaps in, swiping low, then slashing middle*
Avarian: *parries with one blade, blocks with the other, pushes him off, ATTACKS*
Avarian: *does have blood trickling out of nose from punch though*
Caranthir: *keeping up the best defense o'offence, steel striking off of steel, every strike, every parry every blow waking something old and carnal in him**His blows grow stronger and more bold, flourishes few and far between*
Avarian: *is so far, nearly matching him, though she's been fighting longer today and is still injured, and the rage she's in isn't making up for it as well anymore*
Caranthir: *fights as though it is life or death,and in this case it might very well be**punches her, or kicks her when there's an opening*
Avarian: *has descended into the realm where her blades are her hands, and she might very well be dancing with ribbons, or cutting ribbons INTO people, but certainly isn't THINKING anymore ... well.. has been there for a while*
Avarian: *but is even more there now, as a survival measure... the only thing throwing her off is the punching*
Caranthir: *siezes an opportunity when she is thrown off, and tries to disarm her and trips her up*
Avarian: *falls to the ground, rolls, yanks him down to the ground with her*
Caranthir: *rolls, trying to get on top and pin her**snaps* LOMIEL!
Avarian: *wriggles in his grasp and tries to break something of his to get free, or break one of her OWN wrists if it gets her out of this* *GROWLS*
Caranthir: *uses his knee on her stomach, and uses his weight* LOMIEL!*pins her arms up above her head with one hand, ans laps her with the other!*
Avarian: *lets out another growl and starts mumbling in Quenya, various incoherent things that don't go well together at all, still trying to fight him off her*
Caranthir: *exhales sharply out his nose, and smacks his head onto hers*
Avarian: KILL ME IF YOU WANT I WILL TELL YOU NOTHING >< *has very, very swimming vision now* *groans*
Caranthir: Oh for the love of......*KISSES HER*
Caranthir: *then slaps her >.<*
Avarian: *struggles a bit more, then finally breaks down, and SOBS*
Caranthir: *doesn't quite unpin her yet* Lomiel....Lomiel, please. The shadow is gone, the darkness is broken.
Avarian: *stops fighting him, and just lays there, limp and balling her eyes out*
Caranthir: *kisses her eyes, and finally un pins her, and removes his knees from her stomach89
Avarian: *lets out this.... keening sound, and really sounds like her heart is breaking, but ... it's the kind of cry someone really needs to have before they can heal again, so... that's good, right?*
Caranthir: *rolls onto his back and hugs her to his chest*
Avarian: *buries her face against him*
Caranthir: *rubs at her hair**is barely out of breath, but still feeling heady from the sparring. Awake. Alive*
Caranthir: *yes, considers it life/death sparring?*
Avarian: *eventually makes herself stop crying, and starts to disentangle herself*
Caranthir: *nuh uh**doesn't let go* Lomiel...
Avarian: I didn' t mean to slip like that ... I was trying to stay light and .... good.... but...
Avarian: *lets out a sigh*
Caranthir: It was the memories, wasn't it.
Avarian: *nods slowly* *trying not to CRY anymore*
Caranthir: *kisses the side of her face* *nods his head*
Caranthir: Do not let them plague you, Lomiel. Do you want them to have won, in the end?
Avarian: Nay, I do not. *sighs* It was ... really rather horrible, though ... I am understanding my reaction to those orcs a bit better now.
Caranthir: *nods his head* I see. You were afraid again, as you have not been, in a very long time. *sits up, and then stands, and helps her up*
Caranthir: Because you buried it, and the feelings, using the fell damage to your back as a way to keep them at bay.
Avarian: *nods her head* I was terrified, it made it ... more difficult.
Avarian: *looks around her, then lets out a cuss*
Caranthir: *seems calm**raises eyebrow*
Avarian: .. There was .. *starts sorting through all the bodies*
Caranthir: Gladharil is being tended by Elrond.
Caranthir: that is how I knew to come find you.
Avarian: ...... oh valar.... *pales*
Caranthir: The message did not seem concerned, and it seemed as though she was more worried about you than herself. She said she knew she would get stabbed, hoping it would snap you out of it. *got that in the missive, yes!*
Avarian: *chews on her fist*
Caranthir: *stops her* Come. *walks towards the horse, and helps her up on it, then hops up himself* Before the rest of the orcs infesting this forest decide to pay us a visit.
Avarian: *leans back against him, suddenly utterly wiped out* *wonders how many of the enemie's weapons got through her armor and how much longer she'll have in the freaking healing houses now... *
Avarian: *and her face probably looks like hamburger ><**
Caranthir: *hopes a few weeks at least**and it's not HAMBURGER**wasn't wearing guantlets!*
Avarian: *raw steak, then?*
Caranthir: *not quite?**RIDES*
Avarian: *snuggles in against him and feels very much safe enough to pass out*