Log Note: Landromir is played by Sirion (Now Imrahil) for a TP he wrote that surrounds Ravenywr and the court of Denethor. This is the first part taken in the TP. This was logged on Friday, March 28th, 1997, Real Time (Arizona).
Ravenwyr is walking with a quick, efficent stride as though going someplace in a business like manner. He carries a slimly rolled scroll in his left dark hand, cane in right but not really using it. Seeing some familar faces gathered in the courtyard here he slows his pace, offering a curt nod in greeting to each man. Seeing the other man ... a Lord of Anfalas, if he recalls, approach him and speak, Wyr halts, "Morning." Raven looks at Landromir as if wondering what the man wants.
[Angiest(#19936)] From the gate a figure emerges, tall and strong. In the dim light of the morning his helm seems a part of the sky, undistibguished from the grey clouds. He stops several paces back from the Tree and bows solemnly to it. A frown crosses his lips momentarily, but it is broken up as out of the corner of his eye he sees Landromir approach him, turning to Ravenwyr whom he has not yet seen. Then hearing the exchange behind him, Angiest grasps his cape in his free hand and turns around slowly and gracefully, bowing to the two men.
The Citadel - Place of the Fountain(#2236Rnto)
You stand now in one of the most hallowed places in all of Gondor; The Place of the Fountain, where is planted the White Tree, nestled hither within the walls of The Citadel, and also where bubbles a large and ornate fountain, which ceases never it's gurgling music. Built atop the seven-tiered city of Minas Tirith the Citadel Complex is large by the standards of most, measuring nearly eight hundred feet from wall to opposite wall, and it is a symbol of all that Gondor is and once was. Numenor itself is echoed in the well worked stone, the flowering gardens and shrubs and the delicate, yet strong, architecture of the structures. Most imposing of these is the White Tower of Ecthelion which rises like an ivory spike above you head to pierce the sky.
In the light of day, the courtyard is a bustle of activity as courtiers and soldiers, men and women, nobles and servants scurry about on errands of their own accord. Standing proud within the center of it all, as though naught that occurs may offer interest to it, is planted the White Tree of Gondor, now long since withered and brown, yet even in death it holds a semblence of it's former beauty. A symbol which burns hot within the hearts of all true men of Gondor, yet also offers a reminder to the decay of her glory.
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Angiest(#19936PCOuXaeltA+cmxf)
Landromir
The White Tree(#1140n)
Obvious exits:
SouthWest leads to Before the Steward's House.
North leads to The Entrance to the Merethrond.
West leads to Before the Tower of Ecthelion.
Gate leads to Citadel - Entrance to Tunnel.
l Landromir
This man has a regal look about him. With hawkish nose and flowing long dark hair his sea grey eyes look intent. At his side is a sword in a well polished hilt and his belt is of black leather. His clothing is green in color though his hair be long and dark, swept back only presumed by his long navy blue cape that rests on his shoulders.
l Angiest
Before you stands a tall man. By looking at him you would think him to be at least six-and-a-half feet tall. As your eyes find his head the first thing you notice is his lack of one eye. Where his left eye should be there is instead a patch of fine leather set with a gem in the middle. But his right eye, you notice, is still there, and from the sea-grey colour to it it marks him as descended from the Numenorean race. That eye is full of power and determination. As he feels your gaze fall upon him he returns it, looking straight at your eyes, trying to learn of you what they will betray.
As your gaze travels to the top of his head you see his finely maintained crop of raven black hair. But mixed in with the black hairs are many grey hairs. He does not appear old by other appearances, and this early greying is a result of hardship. On the very top of his head he wears a helm made of steel. It is conical in shape and has two wings sticking out from it. Shifting your gaze down his body some you arrive at his midsection. Down the lengths of his arms you see a chainmail shirt. Over this on his torso he wears a white tunic of roughly mid-thigh length. Emblazoned on the middle of this is the device of twin ravens looking in opposite directions with a spear between them. Over his left breast is another device, that of a white anchor and seven stars on a field of purple which is roughly the shape of a chevron. This is the symbol of the Pelargir Watch, which by the rank insignia you see near this he is the Commander of. Rounding out the outfit he wears good quality leather leggings and boots; and tied about his upper chest and neck is a gold thread holding on a red cape; and also tied thereat is a golden chain with a medalion at the bottom.
Held in the firm grasp of his right hand is a lordly spear. Tall as Angiest is, the spear is taller yet by at least half a foot. It is tipped with a great steel point which bears the scars of many battle. About mid-way down the length of the spear is a curious gold rope, a little worn with time, but it still is well-maintained. His eye flashes to it on occasion and a slight smile creeps to his face when he does.
Ravenwyr does not seem to take immeadiate notice of the Pelargir Lord but looks to Landromir, waiting politely.
Landromir stands up straight. He says in a quick clipped voiced, "Sir, I was hoping if you have spoken with Boromir?" He chops his hand fiercely into his hand at each word, "He has inspired within my heart something I have never felt before!" Landromir pauses as if in quick thought and then says, "Nay! Rather, he has placed within me that yearning that only Lord Golasgil can to his men: I wish to defend this fair land from the yonder..." He nods quickly, unabashedly to the east, "...realm. Pray help me gain the ear of Lord Boromir so that I may enter the service of the White Tower!" Landromir quickly looks over at Angiest. Judging by the finery of his clothing he bows deeply and politely to him. Yet he says nothing - is Landromir being uncivil to the kindly Lord of Pelargir? - Nay, rather he is eager and wishes not to break the thought of the olive skinned Lieutenant of the tower.
With a blink at Landromir's add behavior... somewhat odd to him who prefers quiet, still persons to geturing and hurried, Ravenwyr can't help but quirk a brow as the man speaks. He answers the first, "No.. I haven't ..." But as the man hurries on he waits, listening. A slight frown marks Raven's dark face as the eager, young Lord winds up to draw a fresh breath, "If you have an interest in the Guard, you need not seek out our Lord Boromir to do so, unless you desire for him to swear you in pesonally. I am quite capible of taking any oath you might wish to offer..." His dark grey eyes skim to Lord Angiest a breath, then back, "As long as you have your superior's conscent. Prince Imrahil, I assume?"
Angiest leans forward, holding both his hands around his tall spear. He cocks his head as he listens to Landromir and observes his curious gesticulations with a slight measure of amusement, though it all but passes as the Nameless land is mentioned and the seriousness of the meeting becomes apparent. His eye rests on Landromir as the man bows to him. Returning the bow, Angiest says to him, "Well met, and good morning," just before Ravenwyr speaks.
Ravenwyr now inclines his head to the Lord Angiest... one whom he would call something akin to a friend.
Landromir shakes his head and laughs as if amazed, "Nay! I serve not the Prince of Belfalas and his Knights." He casts back his cape and says proudly, "Of Anfalas am I and I am in the court of Lord Golasgil." Landromir now looks with seriousness at Ravenwyr as he bites his lips, his eagerness so apparent, "Yet I have sworn no oaths and I am a free man to do as I will. It is by my choice to enter the noble guard of this citadel! No more, no less. My heart, my mind, my soul, and yea... my life I would pledge and more if I could give if only the children of this land may be free of the yonder shadow!" He now looks ardently at Ravenwyr, "Pray good Lieutenant, I would be honored if thou'st would administer the oath! My heart is hot and my mind is set! I am prepared for this action that will be met for the sharpening of swords and the defense of this oh so fair people. I wish to aid in the effort!" Landromir looks at Ravenwyr, biting his bottom lip, his hands playing with eachother in seeming nervousness.
Ravenwyr raises his head, hearing this man... the eagerness in his body language and words something he has seen many times in the past in the faces of young men, many now dead. His mouth tightens a fraction in thought... an unfamilar Lord's name. He listens but makes little response until the tall man mentions keeping the children of this land free and safe from the shadow that ever looms to darken the sky. Wyr watches Landromir intently a breath as he continues, then looks over towards the ancient and revered but long dead Tree. "Well, if you will stay and serve the Steward instead of returning to your native Anfalas, I see no reason that we might not take your oath." He turns his sharp face back to the man as he leans lightly on his cane, "But normally I like to speak at some length with all possible recruits... get to know them alittle, check on your background as best we may. We don't just accept oaths from just anyone on the street." He frowns but noticing it, he forces the expression to smooth, "However..." He gestures to the fountain and the tree, "If you'd care to sit a while, we can discuss it and I can feel you out while you ask questions, if you like."
Angiest feels Ravenwyr' eyes on him and he turns to meet the man's, bowing his head slightly to him. Before he can speak, however, Landromir begins his speech and Angiest remains silent while listening to it. Hearing such eagerness and energy from the younger man causes a swell of pride in his older seeming frame. The tall lord stands up straighter as he prepares to listen to the solemn oath forthcoming. He drops his right hand to his side, holding his spear now only in his left. He speaks now to Landromir with a quick bow, "Well is it to hear that the younger men still have a mind to protect us. Would I that there were more such as you in our Land, for oft do the swords of the Enemy strike down the best of the Land and we are far short of the numbers best suited for our protection..." At this point, the Lieutenant begins to speak and Angiest cuts short what he is saying. After hearing Ravenwyr through, Angiest continues, "Therefore do I salute your spririt, for, sooth, I do enjoy seeing it in these times." He then salutes Landromir after Gondorian fashion, though crossing only one arm over his breast, keeping hold of his spear with the other.
Ravenwyr looks to Lord Angiest, mindful of the strong pride these people have to be Gondorian. He shifts his cane and begins to step over towards the fountain, gurgling and dancing in the almost warm late morning light.
Landromir rises and you can see a welling in his eye. A tear starts to slowly slide down his cheek. He smile broadly licking his lips, "Thank you, thank you Lieutenant! Yes..." He scurries around looking quickly for a place to sit. He looks up at Ravenwyr nonplussed, "yes... we shall talk, about what? My fair country in the west? Or maybe thy doings here." Landromir pauses and begins babbling, "I was (and still am) writing a book for the Lord Golasgil. It was about the different cultures in Gondor. There was this one time I was in Dol Amroth that the Lady Telpekhor!" Landromir laughs as if catching himself. He looks quickly over at Angiest he smiles and bows not once, not twice, but thrice! He then says, "Oh sir! Greatly dost thou bolster my meager heart with thy kind words." Still looking quickly about he waits for Ravenwyr to show what seat they may sit in for he sees none. He then says, "Oh what a beautiful place." He pauses and looks at the tree, "Even the tree too, it is sadly beautiful in a way." His eagerness is now apparent as he smiles again and again at Ravenwyr looking quite ready to talk on if need be.
Taking a seat upon the sun warmed stones that make up the low walls around the fountain, Ravenwyr listens to the man running on, making no comment of his own right away. He smiles thinly, then sets his cane aside, no longer needing it for now, "Sit, please. Feel free to speak of your land. I have not been to Anfalas, only her neighbor, Belfalas. Tell me what you have done in your life so far... and have you any skills in arms or seen any combat as of yet?"
Ravenwyr(#14510POXA+Ncf)
Wyr is IC
This man stands around 5'10" in height and is lean of build with rather dark brown skin and sharp features for a Gondorian. His eyes are slate grey with thick black hair combed back with his fingers to fall over his shoulders. Silver hair glints at his temples and above his right ear where a deep and puckered scar runs from his hairline to his chin. Another twists like a snake through his dark lips. His hands too are mauled with parts of several fingers missing or gone completely. You would be inclined to judge this man to be in his forties, perhaps.
He is clad in a crisp black and silver tabbard of the Minas Tirith Guard with the rank of Lieutenant. Upon the breast is the silver embroidared White Tree and Seven Stars crest of the City. A longsowrd hands at his right hip but he is lacking armour. A black cane is always in his right hand and he uses it to aid his walking.
Angiest raises his right hand to his face and covers his mouth so as to conceal the amused smile which is breaking out across it. A great effort he requires even to withhold the laugh which the great energy of Landromir is inspiring him to. After a few brief moments spent in regaining his composure he removes his hand from his mouth and bows once again to Landromir saying, "Verily does it warm my heart to hear and see thee. Prithee, how art thou called, young man?"
Ravenwyr looks to Lord Angiest, "Any you, sir.. are most welcome to join us. I have not seen much of you in the many past months."
Landromir nods and sits on the wall next to Ravenwyr. With animated gestures with his hands he begins, "Well, Anfalas is a beautiful place! Green, and hills just for scenery. And the fishing there is beyond reproach!" He looks quickly at Angiest, "Landromir am I called good Sir." He then continues, "Well in anycase I was the second son of one of Golasgil's Knights (I'm sure you know how that is). In any event I was still sent to school and learned the sword as well as some lore including writing. Now I came back and good old Golasgil sends me out again." Landromir pauses and smiles, "Why? Well he needs a collection - books if ye would. Specifically on the people of Gondor!" Landromir smiles as he strums his hands along his thy, "Well imagine that! Going to really see the world! Apparently Lord Golasgil needs the tomes in a favor for Lord Imrahil's new Academy. But who am I to ask?" Landromir chuckles, "Well there were no specific orders but I am sure he would be proud to see me enter the service."
Landromir smiles in a friendly fashion, "But really I am sure you do not want to hear the doings of a pointless people in a faraway land. I could even spend hours talking about our marriage customs for Osse's sakes!" Landromir now laughs loudly though he is not sure what he is laughing at.
Angiest turns and nods shortly to Ravenwyr, "Aye, ever since the departure of the Lord Angbor for his native Lamedon I have been much buried in administering Pelargir, though of late I have been doing so sequestered in Minas Sirion so that I might be uninterrupted in my work. But so much time have I spent there that I find that I am somewhat less the man than I was when I started, having shunned sunlight and not eaten as much as I should. Finally have I decided to take a vacation from it, brief as it might be, and left another Lord in charge whilst I am away. Therefore am I come to Minas Tirith so that I might take rest, and sun, and whatever other relaxation I might while here," he says, trying to the wall which separates the court from the rest of the City to some place far beyond. He stops just in time as Landromir makes another speech, drawing a polite laugh which Angiest makes no effort to conceal now. He bows to the young man again, saying, "Well met, Landromir of Anfalas. I am Lord Angiest of the House Erhenrandir, Commander of Pelargir."
Landromir rises clumsily and bows, "Oh! Not *the* Lord Angiest who slew the boar at the Tournament in Belfalas?" He looks on ardently, "Not *the* Angiest who led the defense in the famous siege of Pelargir! That cannot be you!"
Ravenwyr raises a black brow, or both even, durring Landromir's speaking... ammused despite his earlier annoyance with this young man a few days before. He nods, "No, not pointless. I like to know those who serve here." He glances to Lord Angiest, then back and continues, his own dark hands resting on the stones on either side of himself, "Tell me what you would wish to accomplish in the Guard... say, where would you like to see yourself in about five years or more, Landromir?" Pausing to turn his head as the younger man considers his question at some length, Wyr looses the flavors of ammusment that might have lightened his face before and speaks to Lord Angiest, "I certainly .... I certainly wish you speedy recovery and good health sir. I'm afraid..." He trails off, looking to the ground, well worn stones here trod by countless feet over the centuries, "Minas Tirith has done little to assuge the ills of Lord Daurion. He still clings feebly to life but grows no stronger in the Houses." Raven is distracted as Landromir stands swiftly, the younger man's engery a touch unsetling to Wyr.
Landromir rises and takes proud steps, saying softly, "I only wish to serve good Lieutenant, and if I am the meekest and most humble guard in the lowliest post, it matters not, as long as I may ensure a happy future for the children of this land I can die a proud man."
The late morning light, shifting to afternoon warmth after so long a bitter and cold winter, though peaceful, is broken up and dappled between the many woven branches of the dead tree that over hangs the fountain where the men sit or pace. Ravenwyr presses his lips into a thin line ans looks to Landromir, "Starting meek and humble is often more observant and less inclined to recklessness. Otherwise is to rush too easily into death." He frowns, "I've seen far too much of that."
Angiest chuckles again, energy slowly returning to his body, the brilliant baritone of his voice reverberating through the court. "Yea, verily I am he, though I would not take so much credit for both of those events, as there were others who did things without which I could not have slain the boar, and Pelargir would perhaps have fallen completely." He stops and listens to the exchange between Landromir and Ravenwyr and contemplates Wyr's words for a few minutes, staring blankly at the Tree.
Landromir nods and looks approvingly at Ravenwyr, "Oh sir! Your words are wise indeed!" He pauses and sits down again arranging his billowing cape, "If I could be just the lowliest of the guards I would be happy." He looks at Angiest, "In Anfalas they sings songs about you. Some knight... his name is Sirion I think... wrote a poem... rather bombastic in tone but the parts with you." Then Landromir pauses and turns to Ravenwyr, "You! You are in the songs too! Were you one of the valient one's who rescued the good Lord Hirluin the Fair???"
The wind whips, blowing and tugging at Landromir's cape and throwing Raven's longish black hair into his eyes. He raises a hand, missing many finger tips, to keep brushing it aside. When the eager Lord speaks of songs and goes on to say he's heard of Ravenwyr's exploits, even... Wyr frowns, almost scowls. He is not pleased and refrains from comment with some effort. Instead he looks away from the two Lords, his murky grey eyes skimming the winter brown garden. Finally he nods almost absently, "Yes, some of us participated in bringing back Lord Hirluin from Umbar."
Landromir notices the look of Ravenwyr and his face pales and his eyes widen as if in horror! He then says with a start, "Oh sir, I by no means wished to offend you! I just thought that what you did was mighty for the good of us all." He smiles meekly, "Thank you..."
[Angiest(#19936)] Suddenly coming back to his senses, Angiest turns again to Wyr and says to him, "Forgive me, but so caught up am I in the present conversation, that I only have just now realized what you were saying about Lord Daurion." He pauses and sighs, "One of my best guards was he, a fine and dutiful young man. Sad was I to find, on my return from learing of my heritage, what evil fate had befallen him. I hope such is not mine, though I do understand how it came about..." he trails off. Sighing again he turns back to Landromir and screws a smile to his face, "Aye, Lord Sirion didst sing of me in his great epic." He pauses again and mutters half to himself, "Glad am I that we are recovered from the siege, though the numbers of my guard have yet to recover, and my navy is still small in size..."
Ravenwyr looks back to the eager Lord who now appologizes, "What?" He blinks, "What you ... don't apologize. You have not offended me." He tries not to let annoyance show on his brown face, "Some aspects were not pleasant and rarely are. You were certainly learn this if you do infact join the Guard." Hearing Lord Angiest speak up, Wyr pauses to listen to the Lord. He nods slowly, "I visit upon Lord Daurion often, for long has he been like brethren to me. I think," a trace of a smile eases his face, "I think that he would like to see you if you might stop in to speak with him a while." Wyr sighs, "I am sure he misses his home in Pelargir. He might like to hear of her."
Angiest nods solemnly as he hears Wyr speak, "Very well, I shall try to visit him at some time if I may. Mayhaps in the future he can rejoin us in lovely Pelargir where he is sore missed. Though from what I hear of his condition he will likely never return to his former duties, perhaps he shall, at least, rejoin the Council."
Ravenwyr nods, silent to Lord Angiest's solem words.
Angiest faces no one in particular, rather his eye remains firmly fixed on the Tree before him.
Landromir remains uncomfortably silent whilst twiddling his thumbs.
Landromir rises and bows to Ravenwyr and Angiest, "Lords, if you would, could you excuse me, I need to have word sent to Anfalas and also have my wife sent here at once."
Ravenwyr shifts his cane and stands as well, "Well, gentlemen, I should be delivering this report the Steward asked of me..." He looks to Landromir, "I think you and I should speak again. I would suggest you go to the barracks on the Third Tier, speak to the men there, become familiar with things here and then I'll try to seek you out in a few days to continue our discussion. Is this agreeable?"
Ravenwyr nods approval at word of the man having family.
Landromir nods and licks his think lips for a moment, "Yes, yes of course!" He now picks up his cape, "I will leave you two to discuss matters of import, I will settle myself." Landromir bows and heads out.
Angiest is startled out of his reverie by Landromir and bows awkwardly to the young man saying, "Yes, of course, this I understand." He then returns to thinking as he is wont to do when talking of matters solemn and serious.
Landromir has left.
Looking to Angiest, Raven can't help but relax after Landromir departs. He laughs out loud, then slips into a chuckle, "He bubbles forth fairer than our fountain here." He grows more serious, "What do you think about his eager young Landromir, Lord Angiest?"
Angiest lets forth a mirthful laugh, "Oho! That he does indeed!" He then returns to a more calm and dignified demeanor, looking to the ground before focusing his gaze upon you, "His eagerness and great energy lifted the burden from my shoulders if only for a little while. Methinks he shall be a goodly soldier, but watch that he learns control, or his eagerness will be his undoing."
Letting slip a sigh, Ravenwyr nods, "Yes, I know.. I've seen so many go all too eagerly to their deaths, but," He raises his head, looking over the dorment trees and shrubs here just holding their breath for the coming spring to release them into riotus bloom, "This winter has been the first peaceful winter I have seen since coming to Minas Tirith. Perhaps we might pray for an equally long and quiet spring to regain our strength and train the new men. Give them time... not rush into bitter war." He turns, glancing down at the scroll in hand, "Please excuse me as well, old friend. I am over due to complete my own duties for this day." He smiles faintly, "Is good to see you again."
Angiest nods, sighing, "Very well, good was it to see you again. Truly, 'twas good to see anyone again, for so long was I sequestered that I saw nought but the walls of my room and the serving women and my adjutant, and I longed to see others, mostly her..." he trails off, the last word just audible.
Ravenwyr nods as much to himself as to the Pelargirian Lord but seems to take little notice of the man's last words. He inclines his torso in the slightest bow, a gesture he still is not comfortable with after these years, then turns smartly and walks briskly, cane in hand but unused, towards the Citadel's Great Hall to offer his reports there.
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Before the Tower of Ecthelion(#1118Rnt)
The doors to the White Tower are made of a dark metal, bound with a brightsilver border. In the center of the door is a design, also in silver, of a tree with flowing branches beneath a crown of silver and many-pointed stars.
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Door-Wardens(#11965M)
Obvious exits:
Inside leads to Tower of Ecthelion - Entryway.
East leads to The Citadel - Place of the Fountain.
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