Who: Aragorn, Khamul, Boromir, Galadriel, Haladreth, Ithiriel, Maglor, Elrond!NPC, Faramir, Celeborn, Eomer, Eothain, a crapload of Rohirrim, The Twins, Miriel, Arwen, Khamul's Witch, Assorted Guards, Rangers and Pages, Caranthir, Feanor. Also mentions of Imrahil and the Knights of Dol Amroth doing stuff that the SariKari can fill in later to their hearts content <3.
What: Reacting to the Incident, all hell breaks loose. STRONGLY ENCOURAGED TO READ THAT ONE AND POSSIBLY THE ARAGORN/BERUTHIEL LOG AND KHAMUL/WITCH LOG BEFORE THIS ONE!!!!!!!!
Where: All over (and under) Minas Tirith!
Please forgive spelling errors >.>
Boromir: *is already out in the citadel, at the gate, barking orders very snappishly*
Galadriel: *runs past him, with her healing kit in her hands*
Haladreth: *running back through the gate, after Galadriel!*
Haladreth: *stops*
Boromir: ... *eyes her, then appears to engrossed gathering what's known to be bothered with worrying if his mind is going to be melded* *eyes the ranger* Report, or running a message?
Galadriel: *doesn't stop* *keeps running*
Boromir: *SLAPS a hand over a babbling guard's mouth and stares at the woman ranger*
Ithiriel: *blinking and staring into the hallway* .... ah ... well.... I have no idea what is going on.
Haladreth: *catches her breath* He was alive and being taken to the houses, when last I saw. Galadriel is running to aide the healers.
Maglor: *doesn't either* Perhaps it is a bad time to go...sneaking out. >.>;
Elrond: *ducks his head out the window, spots Galadriel running like the horde of mordor is after her* *twitches* *heads down to see what is going on*
Boromir: *speaks slowly so EVERYONE can understand* ...did you see the easterling assassin.
Boromir: Or am I to knock this man upside the head to get him to talk correctly. *points at lower gate guard who has his mouth covered*
Elrond: *spots Maglor and Ithiriel peeking their elven heads out a door*
Maglor: *looking out, sees Elrond, EYES GO ROUND* *ducks back into room* Feel tired. Bed now.
Haladreth: *nods her head* He was fleeing the scene, I tried to pursue him, but lost him in an alley way.
Ithiriel: *blinks* *ducks her head inside to look at Maglor, then back out, blinks at Elrond*
Boromir: ... *points over at a group of guards* You, you, you, and you...follow this ranger to the alleyway. You. *points at Haladreth* Track him down, and have him put in a cell.
Boromir: If anyone dares question me right now? I WILL CHEW YOU A NEW ARSE. Understood?
Elrond: *narrows eyes* *makes mental note to yell later* *pokes head into Galadriel's rooms to see if anyone knows why Galadriel just ran out of there*
Guards: *stare at the woman ranger like o.o*
Galadriel: *speeds into the healing houses and gets taken immediately to Aragorn*
Haladreth: *nods her head**wants to check on her kinsman and king, but obeys orders, and takes off, guards in hot pursuit*
Aragorn; *breathing shallowly*
guards: *follow!*
Boromir: *finally takes his hand off the other guard's mouth* Keep the lower two gates locked down. If you do not run now? I will kick you off the citadel wall so you get there faster. >.<
Galadriel: *throws out all the things she just lecutred Ithiriel on over the last few days, puts a hand on his forehead, and immediately starts applying healy!light*
guard: *RUNS ORDERS*
Elrond: *notes rooms? Are empty* *heads down to gate!*
Ithiriel: *still blinking* *shuts her door*
Maglor: *is sooo in that room, in bed, like good recovering elves should be, and looking...NOT PARANOID PANIC LIKE, except...is*
Boromir: *points at this gate's guards* Only those who are on the list, are to be allowed in, and no one who does not need to leave, is to be let out. I will NOT have this happening AGAIN! >.<
Galadriel: *closes her eyes, and starts fighting with the poison coursing through Aragorn's system* *barks orders to the healers while she does this* *doesn't bother being cool, calm, or collected*
Elrond: *blinks*
Elrond: *eavesdrops on Boromir*
Boromir: I WANT THAT EASTERLING FOUND! I had better see people MOVING! >.< *rage*
guards: *even the ones who HAVE to stay standing on post? umm...shuffle* *others get moving*
Ithiriel: *would help, but doesn't know what the mordor is going on* *so instead? goes to snuggle a paniced looking Maglor*
Boromir: Someone give me an update and someone else? I care not WHO?! Go tell Faramir what has happened!
Elrond: If you tell ME what has happened, I will go tell Faramir to spare your guards.
Maglor: *smiiiiiiles? like everything is fiiiiiine and happy sunshine rainbows and nothing bad ever happens and...will just sneak down under blankets now and be quiet, thankyouverymuch*
Boromir: *blinks, about to get snappy, then turns and sees that its Elrond* Ah, Lord Elrond. I forgot there was a wedding that...may not happen now.
Boromir: Apparently, Aragorn has been stabbed and is at the healing house. Pehaps you might...go help Lady Galadriel, as she went rushing out in that direction.
Boromir: *waves him through* A messenger can deal with the task of telling my brother what has happened.
guards: *stand aside for the elf!*
Elrond: *twitches* I will do that, yes. *nods his head, decides to rush as well*
Boromir: *is developing eyetwitch of his own* WHERE ARE MY REPORTS?!
someone: *hands him hastily scrawled report written in chicken-scratch panicy omERUness*
Elrond: *rushes to the healing houses, ALSO gets let into the room with Aragorn in it, and is pleased to see that Galadriel has things running smoothly instead of in chaos*
Boromir: *tries to read it* VERBAL REPORTS! *wads it up and throws it so it bounces off someone's helmet* THAT IS ILLEGIBLE!
Elrond: *taps Ioreth on the shoulder* We will handle this. *shoos her away, looks at Galadriel, decides he had better be the one working on the stitches, from the way her hands are shaking*
Elrond: *Twitches again when he sees where the knife is located* .... I will take care of this part, Lady.
Aragorn: *trying to TELL them things**but very hard to talk right now!*
Galadriel: ... Thank you ... for this is quite arduous work.... and I cannot step away from it at the moment to stitch him up.
Khamul; *grabbing a few things from his lair. LIke his witch and his helm**thinks he needs to get out of dodge, 'cause they're SO gonna blame him for this >.<*
Maglor: *suggests to her in a soft voice* Maybe you should ask what happened.
Elrond: *takes over, as stated, has healing staff scurrying around getting cloths and things*
Human!Healers: *working on the guard, to keep out of way of elfwitches*
Main Gate: *is locked down* *oh, p.s. - <3*
Boromir: *NO <3, no <3 whatsoever!*
Miriel: *runs up to Boromir* What is going on?
Ithiriel: *frowns* If Lady Galadriel has been called, someone is in need of healing. I am not sure I can... be of any help.
Boromir: *you can take that <3 and....!* *looks at Miriel* Apparently, someone has decided it would be a GRAND thing to stick a knife into the king.
Arwen: *as of right now? Slightly oblivious, though knows there's something going on in the city*
Boromir: Who was out and about, without GUARDS with him. *waves the memo that Aragorn sent RIGHT BEFORE he LEFT at her*
Miriel: Good eru! Is there anything I can do? Do you want some water? *takes memo, looks at it* *hands it back, goes to get Boromir WINE*
Miriel: *'cause he needs a drink now. *
Boromir: ...I care not! SOMEONE GIVE ME A UPDATE! And did anyone TELL Faramir anything or must I DO THAT MYSELF?! *turns head, bellows* FARAAAAMIIIIIIIR!
Faramir: *has been told and is rushing about gathering info!**rushes past brother, shares a look, resumes rushing about doing stewardly things*
Boromir: *grooowling*
Boromir: Someone? Find some archers. And if they see some easterling man running about? I am inclined...to say...FIRE AT WILL, at this point. >.<
Boromir: *is having teeny tiny temper flare up, aww*
Boromir: *wants to kill his mun for typing that*
FAramir: *has rangers look for any easterling man with a guard's sword, and round up easterling ment in general, for questioning later*
Elrohir: *somehow missed all this, but in the middle of his walk, does hear guards say something about looking around for an Easterling, and .... decides to go looking for an Easterling, too*
Boromir: *orders more guards down to make sure no one even tries to get past those locked gates, and to keep watch at the gates that are still open for both the guards and rangers to move through*
Elrond: *has everything ready to pull that knife, and so does so, immediately applying elvishly strong pressure to the wound, and elven healing as well ... on TOP of what Galadriel is doing*
Galadriel: *concentrating too hard to do anything but sit there*
Boromir: *is running out of guards now who can make it to the places he wants them posted, or can be called up from duty, much less make it to the places where he wants them posted* >.<;
Ithiriel: *finally managed to get pushed out the door, has bow and sword, just in case something major is going on, walks up to the gate* .... What in eru's name is going on?
Boromir: *oh good, sees an elf that's armed!* The king has been stabbed by an Easterling man, and is at the healing house.
Boromir: Are you with Lady Galadriel?
Boromir: Or with Lord Elrond.
Ithiriel: I am of Faramir's rangers.
Ithiriel: And also work with Lady Galadriel.
Ithiriel: *thinks a second* .... Easterling?
Boromir: Wait for him to give you your orders, then...or... *considers* I would suggest guarding the healing house, then, and being watchful for such a person trying to finish what he started.
Boromir: *scowls at her* I did not STUTTER. Easterling. Man.
Ithiriel: .... Ah ... I will do as you command, but I think I know where his lair IS.
Boromir: *BLINKS AT HER, was about to ask for someone to go ask Eomer if he has any of the Rohirrim that he can spare to watch the gates* *turns and SQUINTS at her*
Boromir: DO you, now?
Boromir: *grabs hold of a guard, pulls him closer* See to it her name is on the gate lists, and let her through them, unhindered.
Ithiriel: Yes. I followed an agent we had working with his theives there, last month. I still remember the way.
Boromir: *lets go of the guard and nods at her* Name?
Ithiriel: My name is Ithiriel, Sir.
Boromir: Very well. *nods at the guard who goes to do that* Do you know of...oh blast, that ranger woman that is one of king's...kin, more or less.
Boromir: The dark-haired one? She is seeking him out and has four guards with her and Eru only knows how many rangers have been sent to help her by this time.
Ithiriel: *runs through names in her head* I have not ever gotten her name, but I have seen her.
Ithiriel: *nods* Do you wish me to seek her out first, or go find and stop him first?
Boromir: Find her, and tell her, then lead her there if you might. She is, essentially, hunting him down.
Boromir: If it is who I think it is, from what I read, seeking him out alone would result in a waste of manpower. *waves her through*
Ithiriel: *nods her head, turns, and starts running off*
Boromir: *will not accept stupidity right now, wants things to run like the military regime he'd have if he ruled over an entire land to himself*
Ithiriel: *mind is warring between stopping Easterling before he leaves - which he likely will, before she can find reinforcements - or doing as she's told*
Boromir: *rolls his eyes when he hears about one of the gates being undermanned* Someone please, go ask if the ROHIRRIM are NOT drunk?!
Main Gate: *locked and guarded like whoa* *p.s. - <3*
Second Gate: *ditto* *p.s. - <333 wif candied fruit pieces sprinkled on top*
Page: *goes scurrying off towards the general direction of the Rohirrim encampment*
Boromir: Eruuuuuuuu! >.< *has that vein that's just like...ready to burst...on his forehead*
Eothain: *is already moseying his way up toward the encampment, whistling, and in FULL BATTLE GEAR with WEAPONS*
Elrohir: *still skulking about the city, trying to spot Easterling Man*
Eothain: *would grin but is whistling battle-tune, because he knows, somewhere? there's going to be a fight and is SO into that like YEAH*
Eomer: *pulling on armor already, had to leave Lothiriel's bed for this, which was NOT EASY because of the SNEAKING involved* *catches the page by the tunic, takes the message* Tell him we are on our way as fast as we can.
Eothain: *benefit of staying with rich girlfriend who is NOT knocked up, in an inn room, gets to hear shit first*
Eothain: *watches page run off and stops whistling, GRINS in that >:] sort of way*
Eothain: Shit. For once. I'm ready before you are, lame ass.
Eomer: *sheathes sword, heads out of tent* I WANT RIDERS ASSEMBLED RIGHT NOW, not TOMORROW, you ASSES!
Eomer: Shut up.
Eothain: *follows* YOU HEARD THE KING, MOVE IT OR MISS OUT! *grinning* You shut up.
Elrond: *still applying pressure to King!wound* *while glaring at stupid king for getting himself this injured* *going through ways, in his head, to tell Arwen he told her so without telling her that*
Galadriel: *quiet, with her hand still on Aragorn's forehead*
Ithiriel: *is run!sneaking down to lair, decides she'll tell someone about it if she runs into them, but isn't going to go out of her way*
Boromir: *is waaaaaiting to hear back from Eomer, finally catches hold of the out of breath page before the kid collapses over, watches him nod, and then sets him aside for a rest* *can just bellow and bark now*
Eomer: *starts leading about ... 12 riders, fully armored, through the streets*
Boromir: *is not accepting STUPIDITY right now, and is glaring at people like they had better not be STUPID before they open their mouths*
Ithiriel: *isn't there to SEE him glaring like that, and doesn't work for HIM,and isn't being STUPID anyway!*
Eothain: *yawns while riding right behind Eomer* All this shit, for one foreigner. *shrugs*
Eomer: *shrugs* *rides up to the gate and shouts* You bellowed, Lord Boromir?
Boromir: Aye, I did.
Eomer: Where can we best be of aid?
Boromir: *calms down approximately one smidge* Aragorn has been stabbed, by an Easterling man that... *walks up to Eomer and grumbles so he can hear* ...is the wraith returned, apparently.
Eomer: *narrows his eyes at him* .... You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Boromir: Take your riders on a patrol through the streets, if you wish it, and the gate between the fourth and fifth circles is undermanned. I only wish that I were kidding.
Boromir: I had to move the patrols from that gate, to the main one, to keep it more or less locked down. *nods*
Main Gate: *totally locked down now* *p.s. - <3...then gets slapped for continuing to do that*
Maglor: *is pacing and fidgiting since...didn't want her to go out there unarmed, but was waiting to hear back from her about what was happening...and is hoping it has nothing to do with either Feanor or Caranthir* x_x
Eomer: Eothain, take 6 of the riders and patrol through the streets.
Eomer: *motions for the other 6 to head up to the undermanned gate*
Eothain: Uh huh. Will do. *waves a hand like whatever, then nods to the other six riders and leads them down on a street patrol*
Eomer: *nods his head at Boromir* I will watch the gate as well. Let me know if you need anything else. *salutes, rides off*
Ithiriel: *still heading through streets on her way to the laire*
Boromir: *nods and waves a hand to Eomer, then continues making sure things are organized while waiting for some word that the easterling has been sighted*
For Sarikari <3 Knights: *one can assume they're doing stuff too <3*
Boromir: *has city on lockdown/watch so tight, that a FART couldn't escape*
Fart: *escapes*
archers: *idly shoot arrows at it, so fart cloud dies*
Boromir: MIRIEL!
Boromir: Damn it woman, where did you GO?!
Miriel: *returns, with a bottle and some glasses, thrusts one into his hands*
Aragorn: *Still breathing?*
Boromir: *holding glass, looks at it, sees there's wine, drinks it quickly* Ah, thank you, dearest. I would ask how your day was, but... *scowls*
Miriel: Oh it was just DANDY. *snorts, pours him another glass*
Eothain: *on street patrol, aka - looking for a fight*
Elrond: *would like you all to know that he is stitching up Aragorn, now, while still mentally berating him for stealing Arwen away and then getting injured and nearly dying on him*
Boromir: *drinks it down* Fantastic. I think this day could not get one damned bit better.
elderly easterling man: *limping on cane down the street, going home from grocery store*
Frail, elderly easterling man: *blinks**looks arounf for voice, is blind as a bat*
Eothain: You stab anyone tonight, because you look like you're about to crap dust...and...yeah, somehow...don't think it was you.
Eomer: *would facepalm at Eothain, but... nowhere near him, so...*
Man: Eh? Someone got stab? I have bread!
Aragorn: *tries to tell them STUFF again*
Eothain: Yeah. Bread, huh? Let me see it. Rip it in half so I can see if you shoved any knifes or shit in it.
Elrond: Stop talking. Save your breath for living, which you may yet do, if I can stop you from bleeding to death.
Eothain: *is like RIGHT THERE being all xenophobic and stuff* *with xenophobic riders behind him*
Man: Eh? *does as asked* Is that fine, young lady?
Eothain: *glares at riders who start larfing* Shut it, assholes! All right. Whatever. Go home, if you can find your way there without bumping your nose in a wall or something.
Eothain: *continues patrol - aka - looking for a fight*
Boromir: *is grumbling about the lack of any sightings or reports of sightings, etc*
Man: *hobbles off quickly!*
Maglor: *is wondering WHY ITHIRIEL DID NOT COME BACK TO THE ROOM* *is practically sitting on windowsill, trying to see her, then falls in the hedges and lands with a thwump*
Maglor: *fights way out of hedges, while saying 'ouchouchouch' a lot*
Miriel: *pours more wine* *looks thoughtful* How did he get close enough to stab the king, and then get away?
Report: *makes its way to Boromir!*
Boromir: I know not, he ran into an alleyway, and they lost sight of him.
Boromir: *stares at the page* WHAT.
Boromir: Report? Be out with it. >.<
Boromir: *is handed mysterious report*
Page: Easterling sighted with bread, sir!
Boromir: ......it also says this man was BLIND?
Page: The Rohirrim questioned him but GOOD!
Miriel: *snerks*
Boromir: And elderly?
Boromir: *sighs, somehow does not think it was EOMER that did that*
Page: >.> You wished to know about ALL the sightings... sir
Eomer: *isn't that stupid <3*
Boromir: Ah, yes, I did. Very good. Keep doing so, good work... *just waves a hand and knows Eomer isn't that stupid <3*
Boromir: *why did I just go <3?* *ugh*
Boromir: *drinks wine*
Miriel: *drinks some herself**thinks any healing she can do would be useless*
Page: *toddles off*
Maglor: *well, since is outside in the citadel now, sees that Numenorean woman standing next to surly man, and goes over to tap a finger on her shoulder*
Miriel: *jumps!**turns* Yes?
Elrond: *has finished stitching up the King, thank you, and has bandages wrapped around him, and is slapping his cheek to wake him up*
Maglor: *asks in quenya since the man next to her is giving him a look like 'who are YOU and what do you WANT'* ...what has happened?
Miriel: *replies in kind* The King had been stabbed.
Feanor: *by the way, would like you all to know, is staying at home and keeping his little easterling arse out of all this*
Maglor: *looks distressed just hearing that and gently asks like he doesn't want to be a bother* I am sorry to hear that, but...has anyone seen a elf, umm...very pretty, dark hair, with a bow and a sword?
Miriel; *nods her head* She went to join a ranger and some guards in pursuing the assailant*
Maglor: *eyes go round*
Celeborn: *watching his wife and son-in-law work on Aragorn*
Maglor: *nods and moves aside while he ponders over what to do*
Boromir: *asks Miriel* What was THAT about? *then shakes his head like it doesn't matter right now*
Miriel: That was Maglor, he was curious as to what was happening.
Eothain: *still on patrol, yeah huh* *is making his way back up from the second circle gate, which is locked* e.e
Boromir: ...Maglor...AH, the one missing a hand, is it?
Dol Amroth Knights: Have completely secured the First Tier! (unless Sar and Kari say they didn't )
Boromir: *squints at the elf like he had better NOT be any trouble*
Miriel: Nay, the singer.
Boromir: Oh, so BE it. I always mix the two of those up, whenever I hear the damnable tale, as it is.
Miriel: *laughs**sighs*
Galadriel: *still sitting perfectly still*
Maglor: *panic, sighs*
Elrond: *still trying to get Aragorn to wake up enough to drink this tea he made*
Aragorn: *waking up enough to drink tea!*
Elrond: *pours healy tea down his throat like he's trying to gag him with it, is NOT trying to do that even if he WISHES he could*
Aragorn: *Gags definitely*
Elrond: *claps Aragorn on the back a bit so he doesn't actually choke* If you do not live, I will kill you. *glares*
Aragorn: *coughchoke*
Elrond: Unlike my SON, who threatened to do that to me this very day, I will honestly do it.
Aragorn: *chuckles**coughs* Was not the....wraith.
Elrond: I think my number is higher than both Arwen and Boromir's.
Aragorn: Of course.. was the old man...peasant. Khamul was..trying to help.
Aragorn: *pales, can't talk any more*
Elrohir: ... It was not?
Elrohir: Boromir has the entire city searching for an Easterling Man.
Elrohir: ..... Oh valar. *facepalms* *runs up to the citadel*
Elrond: *sits* *looks at Galadriel*
Galadriel: *pumping Aragorn with more light than one of Varda's stars*
Celeborn: *puts a hand on Galadriel's shoulder* Enough. You can do no more.
Galadriel: *drops Aragorn's hand, nods, just slightly*
Galadriel: *still sitting perfectly ... still*
Celeborn: You've fought the poison, and Elrond has ensured he will not bleed to death. Right now, all rests with him.
Khamul: *currently? Creeping deeper into ruined parts of the city's underground, to lay low for a few...years.*
Haladreth: *runs into Ithiriel!*
Ithiriel: ... Lair this way, keeping running, was supposed to find you first.
Haladreth: *just nods, gestures for guards to follow her, and follows!*
guards: *follow!*
Ithiriel: *points at the entrance*
Haladreth: *nods her head, and unslings her bow**orders guards to keep entrance guarded while the womens go inside**as guards make too much racket >.>*
Ithiriel: *has bow unslinged, and is padding her way through the lair*
Haladreth: *following quietly*
Lair: *appears deserted*
Ithiriel: *knows better* ... there has got to be an alternate esscape route. He would not have used the door.
Haladreth: *sniffs as they pass a room* Smells like sex in there. But other than that room, I do not think there have been others in here for at least two days.
Ithiriel: There were at least two here. And at least one of them was him. I can FEEL it.
Ithiriel: *searches through everything*
Ithiriel: *shakes her head, goes searching elsewhere*
Ithiriel: *crawls as deep into the Laire as possible, using other senses to try and feel him out*
Haladreth: *stops**hears breathing*
Witch: *laying on ground, gagged and chained*
Ithiriel: *stops, as well* *stares at witch* ... That is not Khamul.
Khamul; *drops down from the ceiling, swinging so his feet crash into the back of Ithiriel's head*
Ithiriel: *gets kicked in the head, stumbles forward to the ground, and ... tries not to pass out* *rolls over onto her back, fumbles for her sword*
Ithi's head: *swimming*
Khamul: *swings a guantleted fist at Haladreth's face. She ducks, but he kicks her in the side, then turns, grabs his witch, runs*
Ithiriel: *jumps to her feet, and runs after him!*
Haladreth: *draws back an arrow and fires it, but it glancs off of armor on his legs**curses, and chases after them!*
Ithiriel: *makes herself run faster* *pulls an elven knife out of her belt and THROWS it at Khamul*
Witch: *gets knife in her thigh, ow!*
Ithiriel: *hopes it bleeds* *then it'll leave a trail*
Khamul: *turns a corner and.. DEAD END!*
Khamul: *dumps his witch unceremoniously on the ground, turns, and draws his sword*
Ithiriel: *finally catches up, brandishes sword at him*
Haladreth: *silently walks up besides her*
Khamul: I didn't harm him!
Haladreth: *knocks arrow and aims at him**her answer, is that! <3*
Ithiriel: *advances and swings sword in the hopes of disarming Khamul*
Ithiriel: *in case arrow didn't work*
Khamul: If I had stabbed him don't you think I'd take the credit?! *parries the sword, backs farther into the dead end*
Ithiriel: *advances again* If you did not do it, turn yourself in so that we can get you cleared.
Khamul: *snorts, spins his sword in his hand* You know as well as I that they would sooner see me dead than alive.
Haladreth: *still pointing bow and arrow directly at his forehead*
Khamul: *shoulda put on his helm*
Ithiriel: They would sooner, anyway, and I would be more than happy to do it. *attacks, still trying to disarm*
Ithiriel: *is aware that Haladreth could kill him with one arrow, is trying to get him turned IN instead*
Khamul; *parries again, doesn't seem too interested in harming her, but is getting backed further into corner, and starting to feel desperate* It was the old man! He was a puppet of witches! *points at his witch* ask her!
Witch: *muffled mumbling*
Ithiriel: *glares at him*
Ithiriel: *walks closer* She could shoot you now. We have orders to arrest you. Just give me your damn sword and let us take you.
Khamul: *back hits wall, crouches a bit, and the shadows around them all begin to move unnaturally*
Ithiriel: *thinks Galadriel and Maglor are both going to kill her for this*
Ithiriel: *tries and summons some light to fight the shadows back* Just ... hand over... the damn... sword... and come quietly.
Maglor: *is fretting enough to consider saying it? but would never do such a thing?*
Shadows: *winning right now, threaten to envelop them all, then suddenly retreat*
Khamul: *drops his sword, then falls to the ground, an arrow in his thigh**HATES ARROWS*
Ithiriel: *grabs the sword* *eyes the witch*
Witch: ;_;
Khamul: *Draws knife and slashes at Ithiriel when she turns her back!*
Ithiriel: *spins, catches the knife in hand instead, which ... is bare ... so.... is now bleeding profusely*
Ithiriel: *takes her other hand, which still has a sword in it, swings it down against his arm, with a nice, impressive, crunch sound*
Khamul: *growls and loses grip on knife**draws another one with good hand, but remains crouched**glaring**one arm hanging limply*
Khamul: *drops the dagger and sighs*
Ithiriel: *is about.. oh... 3 seconds from falling over, probably* *doesn't want to LOOK at her fingers right now, can't feel one of them* Good.
Knife: *is not fell or poisoned**khamul considers it cheating*
Ithiriel: *points at the witch with her good hand* Do not let any harm come to this witch, besides the knife I already ... put in her... and... .... Boromir wants him taken up ...
Haladreth: *snorts**walks past Ithiriel and clubs Khamul over the head, then picks him up and lifts him over her shoulder, does the same with the witch* Walk in front of me, Ithiriel.
Ithiriel: *nods her head* *starts walking in front of Haladreth* *thinks trying to round up some light was stupid on her part, now has nothing to use against her fingers*
Haladreth: *thinks Ithiriel will be fine if they hurry and an elvish healer can get to her*
Eothain: *yawns, has not sighted another easterling man yet*
Eomer: *similarly bored* *sneaks a sip at his happy!flask*
Eothain: *suck! KNEW he forgot something*
Maglor: *trying not to pester either that Miriel woman or the grumpy man with questions that the grumpy man probably would snap at him about* *paces worriedly*
Boromir: *impatient looking* How hard is it to find one Eru DAMNED man in this city, with knights, rangers, riders, guards, and archers all over the place?
Boromir: And before anyone starts to answer, I am NOT asking for particulars! >.<
Eothain: So. You, Eoholt, go run into that tavern and buy us some ale. We'll keep watch, here. *nods as rider goes in and does that, yeah*
Eomer: *sighs* *shouts over his shoulder* NO MORE COMPLAINTS, or when we return home, I will make sure the rumours become true, for ALL of you ><
Eomer's Riders: *Suddenly became intensely interested in the stonework*
Eothain: *once again on patrol, with a mug of ale in one hand, followed by six riders behind him, each holding a mug of ale in one hand*
Eothain: So, anyone pay for any good whores lately? *makes idle chitchat while drinking-and-riding*
Boromir: *impatient!growlingunderhisbreath*
Faramir: *comes up, puts hand on brother's shoulder, patpat*
Faramir: We've questioned every easterling we've found, none match the description of Khamul.
Boromir: Blast it all. >.<
Boromir: Right to MORDOR. >.<
Faramir: *leans against the wall, sighs*
Maglor: *pace fidgits*
Boromir: *is self-centered enough to claim he's first in line to kill Aragorn right now, btw*
Boromir: Someone. For the love of all that is left in this world that is great, and good...please, tell me that the wraith has been SIGHTED at least?
Boromir: And someone make that kinslaying elf stop PACING, tis annoying me.
Boromir: I AM VASTLY ANGERED RIGHT NOW, SOMEONE GIVE ME A REPORT!
Miriel: *gently to Maglor* Stop pacing. She will be fine.
Elrohir: DO YOU WANT A REPORT OR NOT!?
Maglor: *winced at loud mortal, folds arms and nods, tries to stay still, then blinks at the other elf*
Elrohir: Tell these guards to let me IN!
Boromir: LET him in, he is ON the damned LIST!
Boromir: That is Elrond's son, one of them at least, you FOOLS!
guards: >.> *are fools, let elf in*
Elrohir: ... It wasn't Khamul.
Elrohir: *makes his way over to Boromir et al*
Boromir: ... *raises an eyebrow*
Boromir: Are you daft? Who else would it be.
Miriel: *blinks*
Elrohir: .. Aragorn is awake. His wound has been treated by my father, and I think ... the poison and.. well Galadriel is keeping him alive.
Maglor: *is looking at the other elf and blinking a lot*
Elrohir: Aragorn SAYS that it was not Khamul.
Elrohir: He says an old man, a peasant, stabbed him, and Khamul was trying to help.
Boromir: ....oh, DAMN it. He must not be remembering something correctly.
Boromir: FARAMIR!
Faramir: I am standing right here!
Aragorn: *unconscious again*
Boromir: Ah, so you are, and you have heard. What do you think, for if we at least have a chance to catch this wraith...I say we take it, now.
Faramir: *nods his head* Agreed. Then we can worry about what the king wants to do with him, when he is well enough to worry about it.
Boromir: *looks at Elrohir* I am not inclined to call this off, either.
Elrohir: *shrugs* I'm not in charge by a long shot. I merely tell you what I know.
Boromir: But if you would give both Lady Galadriel and Lord Elrond our thanks for their work, this eve, then I would be ever so grateful.
Elrohir: *nods* *heads back down to the healing houses*
Boromir: Now... *goes through the first writen reports, then hands one over to Faramir* ...if so, I believe the elderly man in question, is already dead. If it is the same as found at the scene.
Faramir: *looks it over* Knife to the head.
Haladreth: *emerges from under ground, orders guards to CARRY Ithiriel to the healers, dumps the witch in another's arms, and gets help carrying Khamul the rest of the way up.
guards: *carry Ithiriel to the healing houses!* *in unison!* *other gaurd carts off the witch*
Guards: *take Khamul to ze jails, stick him in the smallest darkest one, have a healer take care of his leg, then lock it!*
Healer: *also handles Khamul's arm, fiiiine*
Elrond: *gets up, takes Ithiriel away from the guards, and sets her on a bed nearby* *sighs like his work is never done*
Faramir: A guard was found unconscious as well, is he awake?
Eothain: *finished his ale, and now is on patrol, with empty mug in his hand*
Caranthir: You there, blondie. What the angband is going on?
Eomer: *halfway on his way to be drunk off his flask, and playing dice with his riders up at his gate*
Boromir: I know not. YOU. *points at a page* Go inquire at the healing house, if that guard is awake.
Elrohir: *walks up to the healing houses after a while, stands next to Celeborn*
Page: *RUNS LIKE ARSE IS ON FIRE*
Guard: *still knocked out!*
Eothain: *looks at the easterling WOMAN* ...uh..stabbing, yeah. You a man under that skirt?
Page: *RUNS BACK* He's still out like a candle, lord.
Caranthir: Nay, and if you try to find out I'll gut you >.< Who got stabbed?
Elrohir: *comes in* Boromir is still going to have the wraith locked up, and he thanks you both for taking care of Aragorn, and ... I see we have a new patient.
Eothain: *points mug at the easterling woman and belches* Someone important and none of your fucking business.
riders: *laugh*
Boromir: >.< @ the page* Then go WATCH him, and when he WAKES, run back HERE, and let us KNOW.
Page: *RUNS*
Elrond: A new patient whose fingers have nearly been cut off. Get me some ice and more thread. *sighs*
Elrohir: *does has he's told, since.. he doesn't need to piss his Ada off more*
Haladreth: *comes up to Boromir!* The wraith has been captured. He was..reluctant to surrender, and claimed he did not stab the King. After a brief scuffle, Ithiriel captured him.
page: *RUNS BACK*
Galadriel: *looks over* *notes it's Ithiriel* *lets out a very long, very weary sigh*
Boromir: Brilliant!
Boromir: Which one was Ithiriel, again? *is nearly bowled over by formerly-pacing elf* Get the elf OFF of me! *pushes aside* *ahems*
Haladreth: We also have a woman, whom he claimed was a witch. Likely the one who raised him and he captured, if I remember that report correctly. She was Faramir's elf ranger.
Faramir: *looks concerned* There was a fight, was she injured.
Maglor: *asks the ranger woman* ...Ithiriel, where is she?
Haladreth: *nods her head**looks at Maglor* At the houses of healing. Her injury was minor, but she attempted to use her elvish gifts to fight the shadow.
Galadriel: Maglor... is going to be .. extremely upset. *sighs*
Haladreth: *understatement of the night*
Boromir: *sighs* Let the Elf through. Send a message down to the main and second gate that it can be opened and that all patrols and watches are to resume as NORMAL!
Maglor: *spastic now*
Elrond: *I'LL say, is STILL very delicately stitching fingers BACK TOGETHER*
Maglor: *is let through, luckily, because is ruuuunning down to healing houses*
Haladreth: *sighs* How is the king?
Boromir: The knights need not be on patrol, nor the Rohirrim! Someone tell them! *sighs also like he's irritated still* Stabbed but better, apparently.
Elrohir: *is being helpful son, holding her hand steady, applying ice and ... just.. generally being helpful*
Haladreth: Better.
Elrond: *notes son!butt!kissing*
Boromir: He has two very capable elves, that have tried their best to do what they can. He will need time to heal, most likely.
Eothain: *gets orders and has to stop bugging the easterling woman now* Shiiiiiiiit. Whatever.
Arwen: *wanders out into the courtyard, and over to the Citadel gate*
riders: *are like "AWW"*
Caranthir: *was about to show whatever it was king gave her that allowed her through gates >.<*
Eomer: *picks up the dice* Rohirrim! Go get drunk!
Eomer: *goes to get drunk, too*
Eomer: *In full battle regalia, doesn't care*
Eothain: *was still in hearing range of that* *rides after king who will pay for drinks!*
Haladreth: *nods her head* The easterling is jailed, and the injuries we gave him tended. Will he be hanged or beheaded?
riders: *ride too, want drinkies!*
Boromir: *sighs* It depends on my MOOD.
Arwen: *looks around* ... What has happened?
Miriel: The king said he did not do it!
Arwen: *arches a brow*
Faramir: *glances at Arwen, eyes widen a bit like 'oheru'*
Boromir: *looks at Arwen, and is IGNORING MIRIEL NOW* ......ah, future Queen Arwen... >.>;
Ithiriel: *half-awake, which is making Elrond's stitching job a bit harder*
Boromir: How nice to see you. Out and about. At this hour.
Arwen: ..... Anyone can hear the ruckus in the city. Those who were sleeping are likely awake now, as I.
Boromir: This very foresaken hour in which I did not wish it were left up to me to explain this. *LOOKS AT FARAMIR TO BE MORE GENTLE-LIKE*
Arwen: Aragorn was not in his office .... *looks at the two Stewards*
Faramir: >.> *comes over* There was an incident, and the king was injured. He is being tended by your father and grandmother.
Boromir: *sighs and nods*
Faramir: *takes understatement of the night award from Haladreth*
Arwen: ....... *goes pale*
Miriel: He is fine *nods her head*
Maglor: *searching way through healing house now! definitely*
Haladreth: *nods as well*
Elrond: Cease twitching, or you will lose a finger entirely.
Ithiriel: *hisses*
Boromir: He is made of stronger stuff than some wraith returned, your highness. *might as well get used to her hearing that and him saying it*
Elrohir: *applies more ice* Perhaps we should have given her some .. numbing herbs or something.
Miriel: *puts a calming hand on Arwen's arm*
Maglor: *spies elf from the gate, rushes over* o.O;
Arwen: I.... My grandmother, AND my father? .... both of them? ... That cannot be good... and you are hiding things from me, or you would not be looking like that.
Boromir: *suggests* Miriel, perhaps if you kept her company...until we get some word that he can be seen.
Elrond: If we had stopped to apply herbs, she might not have regained use of the fingertips. This must be done quickly. *looks up at Maglor* Sit.
Miriel: *nods her head* Yes, beloved. *tries to lead Arwen off to have tea >.>*
Arwen: .. beloved? .... Do I miss everything?
Miriel: >.> There was an announcement? *sheepish smile*
Maglor: *peeks down at Ithiriel, looks panicky again* I do not think I can...for... *sees her hand, now HE goes pale*
Maglor: *pale-er*
Arwen: *feels nauseus* Ah ... I must not have gotten that. But I have been very busy....
Miriel: *wants arwen to have her wedding first >.>*
Arwen: *notes she's being steered off*
Elrond: Elrohir, get Maglor out of here until I am done.
Miriel: Everything is fine, Lady. If it was that serious, I would be more concerned, myself.
Boromir: *sighs like that crisis is adverted, then starts giving orders to guards to make sure that those who were supposed to have their normal leave, are now able to take it*
Elrond: *gets back to work*
Maglor: ....excuse me? *gives Elrond a LOOK*
Haladreth: *still standing there**wants to go check on Ithiriel, and question the witch, and then question the wraith**and check on her distantly related cousin type kinsman king*
Elrohir: *sets ice down, gets up, starts trying to push Maglor out* It's really better if you just do what he says...
Maglor: *shakes his head and is not budging much* No, no...I won't get in the way, I promise...I do not want to leave though...she has not been well as of late....
Arwen: .... I do not believe you.... but as it seems no one is allowing me to worry, I will go with you, instead of running off to the houses myself.
Miriel: *relieved* If you will sit and relax, I promise to tell you what I know? I know what it is like, not knowing, and sometimes your mind plays tricks on you and you think of things worse than reality.
Elrond: I noticed. *spits that out, while nearly finishing the third finger* Much like an empty glass, that used to hold light.
Boromir: *sighs and asks no one in particular* Can the King receive any visitors as of yet, for the future Queen will want to see him and if someone does NOT find out, then I will be very ANGRY very SOON.
Page: *RUNS OFF TO ASK!*
Page: *runs in**out of breath* canthekingseevisitorsyet?
Galadriel: *has fallen asleep with her eyes open, so is not open for consultation*
Elrond: *barks* NO.
PAge: *runs back**in Elrond!voice* NO!
Maglor: *looks rather helpless right now, and is not being pushed out, either* *siiiiighs*
Boromir: DAMN IT ALL! WHEN?! Did you find out WHEN?!
Page:*runs back* Boromir wishes to know when!
Elrohir: *sighs* *stops trying* *goes back to helping Elrond*
Maglor: *stays out of the way but that makes him no less fidgity or distressed looking*
Elrond: WHEN I SAY SO, and not a moment sooner. I am busy making sure MY HEALER does not lose her fingers, and you may TELL him that.
Page: *returns, tells him that!*
Maglor: *blinks at that*
Boromir: *GROOOOOWLS*
Haladreth: I did say Ithiriel was injured >.> She caught his dagger. In her bare hand.
Boromir: Blasted elves. >.<
Arwen: *worries* *paces, and worries*
Boromir: *just WAVES a hand at the page like 'go'*
Boromir: *as in 'elsewhere'*
Haladreth: We backed him into a corner, that was a mistake. He was desperate, and thinks we mean to execute him, regardless of his claims of innocence.
Maglor: *looks like he wants to correct that 'MY HEALER' thing, but knows that Artanis can not answer*
Elrond: *gets more thread ready, starts working on fourth finger* I note that Maglor is still hovering. *starts sewing*
Maglor: I am not leaving. -_-
Aragorn: *shifts in his sleep*
Eomer: *getting drunk!*
Maglor: *says in a soft voice* And standing in the corner of this room, is hardly hovering.
Eomer: *wants you all to know that this tavern? Is FILLED with 14 drunken Rohirrim!*
Eothain: *getting SMASHED drunk*
Elrond: *finally finishes re-attaching fingers, slathers her whole hand in salve, bandages it up nice and good, and then packs it in ice*
Maglor: *visibly uncomfortable with this AND worried*
Elrond: *checks her over for other injuries and puts an ice pack on the back of her head, too* *stands* *goes back to checking on Aragorn*
Elrohir: *notes tension in room* *looks at Grandfather*
Miriel: *sits Arwen down, makes her drink tea, then explains* It seems the king was assaulted while on a walk. There are conflicting stories that it was that wraith, or it was someone else.
Miriel: He was injured, but was awake briefly recently.
Maglor: *tension, very very apparent, is either looking at Ithiriel, or looking at the ceiling like it is something worthy of INTENSE STUDY*
Aragorn: *has, honestly? been through worse >.> if only once in his life, so this is second worse? And only 'cause of the fell poison! <3*
Galadriel: *took care of that for him >.>*
Celeborn: *gives Elrohir brief run down* Maglor and Ithiriel are betrothed,
Elrond: *blinkGLARES at Celeborn*
Elrond: *with the look of someone who wonders how this dared to happen without his approval*
Elrohir: .... ah ... Ada... You have worked very hard, perhaps you should ... go check on Arwen! Because she will be needing comfort. *nodnods*
Boromir: *is making double-sure everyone who didn't have to be on duty tonight, is let off, and that the gate guards are back on their normal routine watches, as well as the normal guard patrol through the city*
Arwen: *listens to Miriel, quietly, then nods her head*
Arwen: *still looks white as a sheet*
Boromir: *grabs the winebottle and holds it out to Faramir?*
Miriel: *gives her more tea, this time spiked >.>*
Faramir: *takes SWIGS*
Arwen: *sips at new tea cup* *blinks at it* *thinks it tastes ... different*
Maglor: *is ignoring Elrond right now, since....doesn't know what to say and is certain Elrond will say something first, anyway*
Miriel: *thinks she needs a bit of the drink <3*
Elrond: I will not leave this room with Maglor still in it. *crosses his arms over his chest* *paces*
Boromir: *backpats brother* Well, it appears things are back to normal. Good work, little brother. I am going to write this all down in a very massive report.
Faramir: *takes another swig* Was a page sent to uncle?
Maglor: *sighs miserably* I do not deny that I did several things that I regret, for I do. But I would like to think, despite the circumstances...
Maglor: ...that Maedhros and I still looked after the both of you, for the time we had to spend together, with some measure of care.
Elrond: You dare to betroth yourself to someone who is.. ages younger than you, and likely has no idea who you really are, or what you are capable of.
Boromir: *nods a little* I am sure that I will hear all about it, when I talk to uncle.
Maglor: *calmly said, even if does not look or feel calm, not one bit* She is aware.
Faramir: *nods, hands the bottle back* The knights likely assisted some how. We shall have to thank them and the Rohirrim, when things are settled*
Maglor: And when last I knew, she was also under Artanis' guidance.
Elrond: *will speak no more on this matter in front of Celeborn and Galadriel*
Maglor: *gives Elrond an unreadable look*
Elrohir: *looks between all the older elves, thinks this is better than watching stick ball*
Boromir: If we have mead, some should be sent to the Rohirrim, and I'm certain the knights could use some ale or wine. Perhaps both.
Celeborn: *Chides Elrond* Maglor recently defeated a witch of Umbar, for selfless reasons. I think he can be trusted.
Faramir: *Nods, has some people go and do just that!*
Boromir: *goes to office and writes report out, of everything and anything that happened*
Faramir: *goes to wake Beru and fill her in!*
Elrond: Her father was one of my better healers. We will need her services once her fingers are mended. *firmly*
Beru: *is drowsily filled in, since is surrounded by cats too, yawns and nods like that's very good that the wraith was caught, that the king was healed and such, then is back asleep again*
Celeborn: *just as firmly* She can still offer her services, if she is wed to Maglor. Regardless, currently, she is under oath to the Rangers of Ithilien.
Maglor: That is a choice best left up to her.
Maglor: *nods in agreement with what Celeborn said, is somehow - he's not sure HOW - to remain calm looking, if not quietly remorseful*
Arwen: *drinks the rest of the tea, and now appears rather flushed, and giggly*
Miriel: *giggles, and sits next to Arwen**will keep her busy aaaalll night**AND NOT LIKE THAT PERVS*
Rohirrim: *cheer when the mead gets delivered!*
Maglor: *quietly adds after some thought* I think, perhaps, if Elrond is willing, we should attempt to find some...common ground. In private.
Elrond: *glares*
Maglor: *sighs a little*
Elrond: *has patients that need looking after*
Elrohir: *eyes father* ... We can look after Ithiriel and Estel.
Elrohir: Can we not, Daerada?
Faramir: *leaves room, goes to write his own report*
Maglor: I did not mean, presently, if he does not wish that.
Haladreth: *goes to question a wraith >.>*
Boromir: *let him sit in a cell and stew for the night, Eru damn it*
Maglor: *adds after a pause* Nor does that mean that I am leaving, either.
Haladreth: *will, after she questions him vigorously <3*
Celeborn: Aye, we can. They are both stable, for the time being. If there is a problem, and Gondor's healers cannot handle it, we will send for you.
Boromir: *wants a full report of the questions and answers, then*
Haladreth: *will tell him in person, as isn't one to write <.<*
Elrond: *points in the direction of the room next door, where healers sometimes rest*
Boromir: *very well! so be it!* *will play scribe* >.<
Elrond: *heads in that direction* *grudingly*
Maglor: *follows along once more looking like an elf, condemned* *this time, for real*
Maglor: *really hopes there's no healers resting in there, or they're about to get an ear-full*
Elrohir: *sends note up to Citadel additionally assuring sister that King is not dead, then pulls up a chair between the two injured and gets ready for a long night of watching*
Elrohir: *additionally, helps grandfather tuck grandmother into a bed, since sleeping in a chair just can't be comfy*