Barad Eithel -- Hall of Feasts
Fire burns in a great hearth, warming the hall year round. The floor is paved with flagstones and much covered with thick rugs and mats, especially during the winter, when the stone grows chill. Tapestries line the walls, bearing images of splendur and loveliness that brighten the hall with color.
Rows of tables seat the many people that are often found here, and just off of the hall are the kitchens, pantries, and cellars which provide the meals that give this hall its name.
Primarily, the hall is the scene of feasts and laughter, stories and poems and song that often lasts well into the night. But other purposes it serves, also: proclimations are read here, audiences held, justice delivered.
Contents:
Gilthanas
Banquet Table
Obvious exits:
South leads to Barad Eithel -- Outer Courtyard.
Up leads to Barad Eithel -- Council Chambers.
Men and Elves walk around a large wooden table in the center of the room feasting from the many inviting dishes...evergreen branches..and small bunches of bright berries intersperse with dishes laden with food.. Fat candles sit down the center, casting light on the roast pig with an apple in it's mouth in the center of the table, as well as other meats, roast fowl, and cheeses. Steaming bowls sit here as well..the steam rising with inviting scents.. At one end..a large bowl holds fruits...the late harvest of the season.. and trays and platters of as pastries and tarts as well..
Dunnelor emerges from the gate to the south.
Dunnelor has arrived.
Amanelen emerges from the gate to the south.
Amanelen has arrived.
Gallia emerges from the gate to the south.
Gallia has arrived.
Gallia steps into the room silently, keeping near the door. She quietly surveys the room, as if deciding whether to stay or not.
Denetiel stnads next to a large log decorated with everreen branches and bundles of bright beeries. Smiling she raises her voice to get the attention of the large crowd, "Welcome everyone! During these dark times we all look forward to those joyess occasions where we can come together and be merry. Today. Today is a special day as we all know. It the beginning of a new year, with new hopes and new wishes!"
Gilthanas enters the room, his blue tunic spreading behind him. His left arm, in a sling does nothing to slow him, and he looks up towards Denetiel, who is speaking to the crowd that fills the room.
Amanelen walks in behind Gilthanas, dressed in his normal clothing, except it is new and not torn and ripped up from battle. He chuckles as he looks around the room. His face has a friendly, nice expression on it. His eyes, however, are a whole different ballgame, they are colder than the coldest night, and are a nearly grey color. There is a nearly fresh bandage on his leg, and he limps a bit as he walks.
Gilthanas looks up, at Denetiel, and begins to make his way through the crowd, as though wishing to get closer, to hear her words easier.
Denetiel speak on, "Today we welcome the new year with open arms. I now will light the ceremonial Yule log. A symbol of the continuing light of our existence. Our spirit lights strong with the new year. Hope is on the horizon. We are gathered here today to celebrate new chances and new light!" With these words Denetiel takes a lit bow from an elf near her and light the large Yule Log. The evergreen branches crackle with the fire and a soft golden glow lights the room. a gentle smell of burnning cedar fills the room as the fire grows higher, "Enjoy yourselves and let the festivitiues begin!"
Dunnelor slips inside the room, dressed in his ordinary clothes, he wishes not to draw much attention. He nods to those he know but then he also scans the crowd for someone. His bandage fresh he seems in a better mood now that before though.
Amanelen does not even look up at Denetiel, but nonetheless he continues on towards the front of the crowd. His sword, despite this being a feast, is strapped at his side.
Gallia crosses her arms lightly over her chest and leans against the wall. Her expression is weary, and her gaze frequently drifts toward the door.
Denetiel pulling out a glowing branch from the fire hold it up in the air a proclaims, "I take this branch for my people to continue the flame of life into the next year. Come forward all and take your light with you into the new year." She smiles and steps away with the slowly burning branch. Blowing it out she nods to a man next to her and moves towards the feast table.
Gilthanas steps closer to Denetiel, and raises his voice, as though wishing to speak to all the assembled. "Friends..With the battle, that we just won, we have driven the Yrch away from us, so, with this new year, let us make new friends, and let all of the Dor-Lomin'ers here, march home, to celebrate the next yule, in our own land, remembering this year, which we shared with the Elves." As he finishes, he takes a branch as well, and holds it in the air, muttering a few words which seems to wet his eyes with near tears. He blows it out as well, and follows Denetiel to the feasting table.
If the prerequisite to feasting is speaking in front of a crowd, Gallia would rather not eat. She glances around the room, and then inconspicuously finds a bench to sit on and watch the others.
Dunnelor hmms and looks about as he spots the elf by the entrance. He aproaches her "Mae Govanne lady Gallia" he says in a quiet tone and with a bow. He smiles "Howcome you not join the feasting as well with the others?" he asks silently as he looks over the crowd
Gallia looks up as she hears her name. "Mae govanen, Dunnelor," she greets politely. "I can wait until the others have had first chance at the table." she explains, folding her hands in her lap.
Gilthanas approaches the feasting table, but doesn't take any food, instead approaching the healer by the door, slowly.
Denetiel looks around the room for Teigril. Seeing a group gathered at the door she approaches them. Noticing that Teigril is not among them she nods and ask quickly, "Has anyone seen the lady Teigril?" Then, without waiting for an answer she exits the hall to continue her search.
Barad Eithel -- Outer Courtyard
High walls and lofty towers cast their long shadows down into the courtyard below. Troops often train here, learning the skills which will protect them against an implaccable foe always more numerous than they. At times, the whole of the fortress gathers here to hear the words of their commanders or of the High King himself...or to muster for battle. Ringing the courtyard are the grainaries, armouries, smithies, stables, and other buildings which support and provide for the fortress in peace and in war.
Contents:
Teigril
Elven and Edain Encampment
Obvious exits:
Northwest leads to Barad Eithel -- Stables.
West leads to Barad Eithel -- Barracks.
East leads to Barad Eithel -- Armory.
North leads to Barad Eithel -- Hall of Feasts.
South leads to Barad Eithel -- Approach.
Gilthanas emerges from the gate of Mindon Thilos to the north.
Gilthanas has arrived.
Suddenly, a great cry is heard, a cry anguished and torn, a cry in rage and fierce grief. A cry not human made, a cry not made by a common beast, a cry of a eagle. As anguished as ever was heard an emotion, trembling in the very air, lamenting...carried for miles it must've been, coming, from...southwest-west?
Gilthanas turns, hearing the sound. He twirls about, and looks up in the sky, searching the soon departing starry sky, for the source of the cries.
Dunnelor emerges from the gate of Mindon Thilos to the north.
Dunnelor has arrived.
Amanelen emerges from the gate of Mindon Thilos to the north.
Amanelen has arrived.
Denetiel approaches Teigril with a smiles, "Ahh Teigril... The festiv...." Her words are bbroken by the cries, "Looking up into the sky supprosed and wondering she searches for the source of the anguishment.
Teigril turns..quickly towards the Approach.."I think." she says..and moves in that direction..
You pass through the outer gates and leave the confines of Barad Eithel.
Barad Eithel -- Approach
Barad Eithel, the Tower of the Well, stands proudly to the north. Graceful sweeps of grey mountain stone, joined so perfectly that no joint or crevice can be seen, rise up in great ramparts topped with parapets and arrow slots. Behind the high walls are several towers which reach up higher still with one rising up much taller than all the rest so that it seems to pierce the sky; upon its topmost spire, blue and silver banners ride upon the wind. To the west of Barad Eithel lies the cobalt blue loveliness that is Eithel Sirion, partly surrounded by the high mountain peaks of the Ered Wethrin further off. Eastward, foothills sink towards wide plains, and the outworks of Barad Eithel extend some distance in that direction. Southward lies a road, and beyond that the foothills sweep onwards with the Sirion threading its way southeastward to join with the far-distant Rivil.
Contents:
Obvious exits:
Southwest leads to East of Ered Wethrin -- Eithel Sirion.
North leads to Barad Eithel -- Outer Courtyard.
Teigril emerges from the gates of Barad Eithel to the north.
Teigril has arrived.
Dunnelor emerges from the gates of Barad Eithel to the north.
Dunnelor has arrived.
You travel for a few miles southwest along the road until you come to an intersection of roads south of Eithel Sirion.
East of Ered Wethrin -- Eithel Sirion
The spires of mighty peaks rise up, piercing the sky with their grandeur, their heights crowned with snow for much of the year. Forests of Pines, Elms, and Alders cover the lower flanks and foothills, their deep greens and browns providing contrast to the rocky greys and frozen, glittering whites above. Directly to the north, sheltered hard against the rising spires of stone and ice, the glimmering blue of a mountain lake can be seen. It is small, but its waters dazzle the eyes like the sparkling of a sapphire whenever the sun shines down on it, and so deep as to seem to have sprung up from the very heart of the lofty peaks which all but surround it. Just to the east of Eithel Sirion lies a mighty fortress of stone and iron; strong and proud it seems, with blue and silver banners flying from the topmost spire. Further to the east, the foothills of the Ered Wethrin drop down towards grassy plains that stretch out endlessly like a vast green sea.
Contents:
Pathway2
Obvious exits:
Northeast leads to Barad Eithel -- Approach.
Southeast leads to River Sirion Road -- Foothills.
East leads to FootHills of Ered Wethrin.
West leads to Ered Wethrin -- Main Pass.
Teigril arrives along the northeast road that leads to Barad Eithel.
Teigril has arrived.
Gilthanas arrives along the northeast road that leads to Barad Eithel.
Gilthanas has arrived.
Dunnelor arrives along the northeast road that leads to Barad Eithel.
Dunnelor has arrived.
Gilthanas looks into the sky, as though searching for the elusive creature that made the painful sound. Great big bodies swirl in the air, to the west of here...
Gilthanas looks to the west, spotting the creatures in the air, and he hurridly gestures for the others to follow him, as he dashes off in that direction.
Gilthanas travels west along the road that heads upwards towards the Main Pass through the Ered Wethrin.
Gilthanas has left.
Teigril stands..looking around..listening for the sounds again."It looks to be..to the West??"
Teigril travels west along the road that heads upwards towards the Main Pass through the Ered Wethrin.
Teigril has left.
Denetiel searches the sky and moves in the direction of the figures.
Dunnelor moves on to the west and looks at the others and for sings for danger. He seems to have some feeling..
You take the road westwards, rising higher and higher into the mountains - a journey of perhaps 5 miles as the eagle soars.
Ered Wethrin -- Main Pass
The air here is thin and crisp, even in summer. The peaks of mountains rise all about, their craggy faces steep with stone and ice. Evergreens, covered with snow much of the year, crowd the road, but do not tower above it quite so high as those down below the pass. Many small waterfalls can be seen along the more sheer mountain faces; in the summer, these run and gurgle, but in winter, they glitter frozen, awaiting the spring thaw. Chill breezes flow through the pass, even in summer, and although this is the main pass through the Ered Withren, it closes occasionally in winter when the winds howl and rage and snow flies sideways in blinding white sheets.
Contents:
Teigril
Gilthanas
Seleraeine A Great Eagle
Vorouk A badly wounded Eagle
Great Eagles Circling Overhead
Thorondor A Great Eagle
Obvious exits:
West leads to West of Ered Wethrin -- Crossroads in the Foothills.
East leads to East of Ered Wethrin -- Eithel Sirion.
Dunnelor arrives from the road that leads down toward Eithel Sirion to the east.
Dunnelor has arrived.
Thorondor stands among the foothills, wings slightly spread and with a fierce glow to his eyes, Seleraine just straightens from caresing the lying eagles back with her left wing...something is spoken with a birds voice....Vorouk looks up and there's just a hint of a shade in those blue eyes... Thorondor thrashes his wings once, crying out something in the neagtive, something angry, something almost poisenous. Arrows dot his fair feathers, as does those of his companions....a battle has been fought....price...now due..
Teigril glances to those with her.."Who would..could injure them so.." and she moves a bit nearer..studying the bird on the ground..
Denetiel comes up towards the pass from the fort. Looking around, trying to find the sources fo the anguished cries, she spot the group of great eagles. Concern flows over her face as she sees the figure of badly wounded eagle.
Denetiel Her eyes narrow at Teigril's question, no answer capable crosses her lips. She moves closer to the great figures and looks up questioningly.
Gilthanas looks onward, at the massive bird, at the arrows in it..He turns to the women nearby, and speaks to the one who spoke, "I know not, but I recognize the one, as the majestic creature who came to the fort, and spoke with the Prince..We must help them." As he finishes speaking, he begins to slowly walk towards the birds, as though waiting for the others to approach as well.
Above, the dozen eagles circle and carry a crying tone to their voices, subdued almost...in respect, form grief, from fear..not known. All show signs, more or less, from damage taken in some kind of battle...
Amanelen arrives from the road that leads down toward Eithel Sirion to the east.
Amanelen has arrived.
Teigril moves forward as Gilthanas does.."Tis Thorondor..he was at Himring..and the fort at Anach..but..I still do not understand.." She moves slowly towards the huge birds..glancing back at Denetiel and Dunnelor..
Dunnelor looks at the several eagles circling the sky. He shakes his head as he sees some of them wounded. He approaches the others and merely says to you "Perhaps we should find the lords. We are not to disturbe these creatures.. if they are wounded tis for a reason and we can only help if they ask for it.." he hmms and shoots the great eagle a glance "I will try to find Lord Hador and his son.." he bows to all and then he leaves towards the east again moving across the hard landscape..
Thorondor pays scant attention elsewhere...he gives a nearby low, unoffending tree a bash with his left wing, sending it tumbling, broken! Crying out in rage, not in pain, he completes his turn, talons angrily clawing at the earth. Suddenly registering just what he saw in the distance, he casts one quick glance straight as a arrows flight at the approaching group of humans, then he looks back down on the wounded eagle with a slow motion. Shaking his head slightly he doesn't say anything to stop the groups closing.
Dunnelor heads off eastwards down out of the pass and towards the small lake and fortress in the distance.
Dunnelor has left.
Gilthanas watches the human leaves, and approaches the massive Eagle, the one who rent a tree from the ground. He manages to approach closer, and then turns, to see if the two women are coming to approach the eagles with him.
Finally the sun rises over Mithrim! You feel the first ray gently touching the skin of your face. The night was long and misty...
Denetiel stands next to Teigril, looking up at the greayt creatures, he face covered with wonder and worry, she turns to Teigril. A small tear appears on her right cheak. She turns her gaze back towards the great eagles, "Lord Thorondor. We heard the cries of anguish from far off. We..." Her voice fades in lack of words. Her expression remain bewidlered and saddened.
Seleareine eyes the humans cautiously...her left wing spreading atop Vorouk, she burrows down beside him while keeping a close watch on the unknown creatures...her eys holding a immensely sad quality, little but sorrow in these eyes...
Teigril follows..her eyes searching the fallen eagle..seeing the arrows.but knowing...injury is greater..to bring the great bird to the ground.."Tis the Lord of Eagles..I would get nearer the fallen one, Gilthanas..Denetiel..you wish to ..or??" and she moves nearer..
Gilthanas looks as the massive eagle spreads her wing, to cover the wounded one. He inches closer, then pauses, and looks at the magnificent creature, that lies injured on the ground, its very life essence leaving. He turns to Teigril and speaks, 'M'lady, I believe that they wish to us no harm.'
Teigril Nods..I think they would not..they are angry..I sense, but not with us..surely whoever..will pay a price for this.." and she moves a bit closer..her gaze on the eagle who so carefully covers the wounded.."I..we ..would aid if could.." the words quiet..her gaze on the eagles..eye..
Thorondor seems to be breathing quite heavy, his great bulk shifting and...shaking..? The wingtips almost tremble, raw fury is bound in the golden eyes, a fury leashed tightly but by such delicate strings as to be broken by the slightest excuse. Murder...savage murder is the message, clear...loud...hate. Yet he dampens it, the baleful light glowing less hard as he is addressed by Denetiel....he shakes his head, unclear what he means...
Amanelen walks up, gingerly to the party of Gilthanas, Teigril and Denetiel. Even though he is amazed by the Great Eagles, his eyes do not change a lick as he gazes at the Eagles. For they remain cold and grey, like the morning. "Lord of the Eagles..." says the young elf with a quiet tone.
Gilthanas turns and rapidly speaks to the others, 'We must help them..Such noble creatures must be aided, however they can.' As he finishes speaking, he approaches slightly closer, then pauses, awaiting the creatures response to Denetiel.
Vorouk shifts uneasily on the ground, his talons scrabbling a bit on the loose earth underneath, tufts of grass pulled up. Seleareine quietly smooths her wing across him without snagging it on the broken arrows...her eyes looking more sorrowful now then earlier as Vorouk tries to get up. Not even managing to shift his body more then a yard, he ceases as the pain sets in and his great beak open to gulp down air with a breathy wheeze of anguish.
Teigril nods.."Aye, we must do anything we can.." she looks to Denetiel..then Amanelen "But..I do not know..what..we might do." and she stands quietly..watching the eagle.. her eyes dark with the pain she sees..
Denetiel takes a deap breath a looks up at the giant eagle before her. Sensing the rage in Thorondor's shaking feathers she gazes up to the lord of eagles, "Lord Thorondor..." her words come difficult, yet she continues, "Lord, what has happened here tonight..." Her words trail off for a second loosing their voice. Then regaining her composure, she narrows her eye, "What is it that would do such a terrible deed. I can imagine who would have the hate, but... What is it that has passed this eve and caused such a mournfull happening?'
Gilthanas turns once again, to face Teigril, as he sees the pain the Eagle is in. "
Teigril looks pale..the pain seeming to move through her very being..but she steps forward at Gilthanas' words.."I would gladly offer..any I may have.." and she looks up at Thorondor..and across to the other..guarding.. "Lord of Eagles..I cannot take revenge for you..but...I would do what else I might..and Denetiel..a healer as well.. If we might aid??" and she looks between the two..her gaze ending on the injured one..
Amanelen crosses his arms over his chest, and watches the Eagles with his cold eyes. He does not speak, only watch, and wait for a word from the eagles. He probably considers it unwise to offer help when you don't even know the circumstances during which the injuries occured.
Thorondor looks down on Vorouk, the eyes shifting from rage to uneasy fear and sorrow, just barely stopping himself from doing the same as Seleraeine, yet he leaves her be to care for him. "
Teigril shakes her head.."Can we..not ease..at least..bring.." her words trail..a helpless feeling that she hates..to see and know..tis nothing she can do.. tears well in her eyes..as she looks up.."I am sorry..Lord..for he is beautiful and strong.." as she looks back...
Gilthanas nods to the majestic Eagle, the women are talking to. He speaks to the Eagle, humbly, though not afraid. "So, the evil beasts have yet again, injured someone..It will happen again, and is bound to happen more, unless we are somehow able to stop this plague.." His voice softens, as he continues, "But, are you sure that there is nothing we can do for you, or the injured one?"
Denetiel's head sinks in mourning for the young eagle. Her expression filled with sadness and honor for the streght and courage of the great eagles, the noble winged creatures. Turning to Teigril, "The eagles skills suppass those of our simple folk's." She blinks her eyes clearing them from the haziness. Looking up to the great eagles again, "How is it that, Lord of Eagles, that such a mighty and noble creature could come to be so terribly wounded by a band of Dark Knights? What vile power lyes behind the black armies?"
There is a faint glow, a bluish tinge of a aura...pulsing slightly...weakly...surrounding Seleraeines outmost wingtips. Outlining them, her eyes closed and her breathing matching that of Vorouks for a moment...then the blueish glow fades and she looks up at Thorondor, shaking her head and looking as if her heart is in her eyes and about to break.
Thorondors eyes flare oncemore into white-hot-murderous rage..then calms within a few moments again as the helpless feeling sets in on him aswell...motioning to Gilthanas with his wing, for him to come closer...he reaches out with his feathers and without even laying a touch on the elf, the very same bluish aura comes forth, just a mere moment..the eagles breathing matching the elf...his eyes closing...and then the glow is gone and he says in a tired voice to Gilthanas, "Nothing can be done...I thank thee for thy offer...but nothing, can be done..."...giving Teigril a slow nod of profound sorrow, "He is that indeed...his father was as close to me as a brother, in thy ways of counting kinship..."...then at last, he looks towards Denetiel..."Any can come to terribly wounds, if one takes terribly poor care to avoid such wounds. Vorouk had not learned his lessons...not seen what he should have done. He landed among them..."
Gilthanas nods to the majestic Eagle, and feels his wounds ease off, feeling much better. He speaks to the Eagle, "The evil has consumed many before, but I ne're think that it has attempted to consume one so majestic, and importanat as it has this time..." As he finishes speaking, he turns to Teigril and says, "The next time, we encounter the Yrch, or other such evil beings, we will have to remember this...and avenge it."
Teigril stands still..watching as the fallen eagle lies quieter..her gaze going to the eagle who holds her wings over him.. sympathy..comfort.. empathy..all in her eyes..the message from one healer to another.. lost..so painful, to lose..the battle..
Denetiel bows her head in sorrow for a second. The raising her gaze, she looks at each of the gathered, first at Teigril with troubled eyes, then Gilthanas and Amanelen wtih sorrow and grief, finally her gaze rest upon Thorondor, "The dark one is growing in power despite our small victories. The zealousness of the young does lead to painfull outcomes, yet after the previous battle I had not thought it..." Her voice trails off again... weakening... "I... it seemed as if the Yrch were dwindling in power so far from their home, yet noe... now I see the danger..." Her eyes cloud and she driops her gaze...
Amanelen's eyes go from cold to cold and hard slowly, "Yrch." He says distastefully, "Another reason I have to kill an Yrch, I see." He says this slightly sadly, and more to himself than anyone else.
System Clock shows: Sat Apr 25 19:41:20 1998
Beleriand time is:
Vorouks eyes fade altogether and takes on a dark purple color...his great body relaxing and a deep pained sigh is released. Seleraeine buries her head next to Vorouk on the far side of his body, pressing her left wing on him hard and visibly trembling.
Thorondor heaves a cry, sharp as a dwarven blade honed throughout a whole lifetime, cutting clear across the skies as he spins on the ground and flaring his wings wide, crying fierce definance, crying sorrow, crying war to come and a whirlwind of talons! So loud and powerful, it carries off to the mountains and echoes back.
From above, the twelve eagles wheel and cry the very same outcry, a identical cry, in diffrent tones and modes of power. From far off mountain Crissaegrim, suddenly there appears more shapes, the cry repeated back to this place again and on!
Gilthanas looks at the Eagle, as its eyes close, and it seems to relax. A tear runs down his cheek, at the death of the magnificent creature. He turns to Teigril, and makes as though to speak, but remains silent, not speaking, feeling silence, is the only thing to suit the scene.
Amanelen's eyes do not soften a bit, nor does a tear run down his cheek. He does look saddened by this event, however, despite the lack of warmth that comes from his grey eyes. He watches the reactions of the others that surround him, but stays silent.
Teigril seems to slump..a bit as the eyes grow purple..then.. stands straighter..her look grim..yet sorrowful.."I..why, must it be.." a whisper to herself..she looks up to see the birds circling above as well.. "They come in honor.." she says...
Denetiel's face grows white. Her face looses alll strength. Sadness flos from her cheeks, leaving an empty, painful face. She bows her head and looks up again. Her eyes drop then rise to search for a change. Sorrow and pain sink her shoulders further. Her body grows limper. With her last sttrenght the slowly turns her hear towards Teigril, her eyes are blank. Nothing can be read from her face. Sorrow? Anger? All seem to have dissappeared in her emotion. She bows her hear and grasps inside her cloaks. Her motuh moves in words for herself. For Vorouks...
Low, low a voice is heard, spoken softly and with a sad voice at the same time as the cry of the eagles travel north, Seleraeine speaks, in the common tongue...her voice very nearly not heard, but she lifts her head and lays it atop Vorouks body..."Morgoth..Slayer of lives uncounted, we see, we count, we remember, we are the eyes of your doom..." Her eyes closed and unheeding..
Daytime (About 10AM) on Sunday of Winter - December 24, 454
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