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Daechir

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« on: January 16, 2014, 12:15:00 PM »
A young man who looked no older than his early thirties had been in Rohan for a month or so, business having taken him here. This dark figure never really lingered long though he traveled quite a far distance from time to time, which made him have to stay sometimes. His horse, Lumroch had been a big, Albanian horse; he stood a little taller than most his breed and was fast. Lumroch's color was that of a dark brown, which at times he nearly looked black and his mane was a creamy white. He had been a good stallion, one that Daechir, the mysterious man, could trust to do as he needed. Lumroch hadn't always been with him, seeing as when he fled his home he had fled by foot and had taken a random horse from Rivendell when he fled from there as well. He had bought this horse a few years ago when he decided he yet again needed another horse, and Lumroch had instantly stood out to him. Amongst all the other horses, this dark stallion seemed to have been left alone, some saying he had been aggressive and that's why no one, not even the other horses, took interest in him. He got him cheap because of this and, despite the bumpy first few months, Lumroch had seemed to grow fond of Daechir. The rogue really couldn't see himself traveling without his stallion, really.

What had brought Daechir into Rohan had been the fact that he had been hired to kill someone... Now, this rogue didn't kill just anyone, seeing as he wasn't that heartless but if he had proof that these people were corrupted, greedy old men, he wouldn't mind putting an arrow in their head. That's why he spent a month here in Rohan, observing the man, getting to know his daily routines and judging if he was the kind of target that he killed. The warning light for the young ex-ranger had been that of when the man had gotten a little bit too... touchy with a woman. She didn't seem to have any interest in this drunken idiot, and when he tried to force her to follow him.... Well, let's just say a dark green feathered arrow had found it's way into the man's heart. He didn't linger long enough for anyone to see him, nor did he allow the woman to know who her savior was. Just like his name suggested, he was like the shadows and moved swiftly through them, always seeming to vanish. He might not have had the stealth that an Elf had but having been a Ranger for as long as he previously had, he learned a few tricks.

Now he had been riding back to Laketown, where he had found himself settling down ever since he left his home in Riverbend. He had wanted to stay as far away from the North as he could, seeing as the last thing he ever wanted was to run into one of his previous brethren. They had hunted him down, had shot arrows at him; they tried to kill him without even knowing the truth of what had happened to the group he worked with. Though, in truth, Daechir himself didn't even know the whole truth of that night. Yes, he knew it wasn't him who killed his brethren in cold blood but... as to who it really was and how, he couldn't say. But because of that, he had been known as the betrayer, given the name of 'Daechir' as to slander him. It had been saddening and hurtful to receive such a name, Shadow Lord, but he has found his own meaning for the name since he was like the shadows. It also reminded him of what his people did, and kept him bitter towards them for betraying him. He held anger yet, a sorrow deep inside he never allowed others to see. He was emotionless now, doing as he pleased and earning money for such way of living. Though... he missed his family dearly, his nieces and nephews and thinking of how he was never there to see his younger sister wedded was hurtful.

Daechir ignored those thoughts for now, looking around from on top of Lumroch as they tread along. He had been on the road for a long time now, and he was ready to get to his Laketown where he could hopefully live in peace for awhile. Though, he knew that wouldn't last very long, seeing as work was always needed of him. But for now, he would just enjoy the peace and quiet he could, looking down to the ring he had a little teenaged boy grab for him before leaving. The boy got some coins from him, more than what he would have normally given but this boy had been orphaned and alone. There was never a day that Daechir couldn't resist to help someone in need. Laketown is in much need of help, not that there is any I would be able to give... He thought to himself as he tucked the ring into a pocket on his hooded tunic before paying attention as his stallion took them along the road to Laketown.

The young Dunedain knew he wouldn't be finding peace for long, but he hadn't been aware that it would be this short in time. He had Lumroch slow as he was alert of a pack of Orcs up ahead. What were a pack of these fowl beasts doing so close to Laketown? Though, his instinct to protect others had kicked in immediately and he knew he couldn't allow them to get any closer to the town. Acting quickly without a second thought, he swiftly drew his bow and an arrow was nocked in it before it had been released into an Orc. This alerted the pack, but Daechir's quick hand didn't allow them all to get the chance to do anything. He had swiftly taken out two more before he hopped off of Lumroch quickly and sent him off to get out of the way. The horse had quickly taken the only other path that he knew would lead him to Laketown and moved far away from the Orcs. The rogue man knew that the stallion would get there safe before him, so he didn't need to worry too much. Lumroch, having spent much time traveling through these roads knew which ones to take in case things went sour, like right now.

Daechir shot an arrow into another Orc though, that didn't bring him down yet and they were getting to close for him to continue shooting at them so he put his bow away to grab his sword. He blocked an attack from one Orc, swiftly dodging another as he had rolled off to the side now. This pack was bigger than he expected but what they didn't know is that this man was always prepared for a fight and he never went down easily. Yes, this was a bit to take on for just one person but he knew that either way he would somehow manage through it. He was tough, and he had been built for fighting like this. He didn't train at a young age for nothing, after all despite the fact his wounded shoulder at times was a bother. But he had taught himself all he knew once again and forced his damaged muscles to get used to the tough task of wielding weapons. If he were to be traveling alone or if he ever ran into the Rangers of the North, he would need his combat skills; up close and far away. Luckily for Daechir it wasn't his right shoulder that had been wounded all those years ago or it might have been a lot harder to wield his weapons.

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« Reply #1 on: January 16, 2014, 01:23:00 PM »
The strawberry roan Akhal-Teke shook its head, tempting the flies to leave it alone as the strawberry blonde elf groomed its mane, whispering kind words to the horse, reminding her how fantastic a friend she'd been to the young elleth all these years. The horse had been named Rochael, meaning wise horse, and even after all these years, that had stood true. She knew when the rider would be going into danger and how to behave in certain company, as if she remembered it off by heart everytime, and she allowed her rider to do as she pleased, whether she wanted to ride the horse with a saddle or bareback. Commonly, it was without any riding gear that was necessary, but the elleth trusted her horse with all her being. Her tender, long fingers stroked through the horses hair, making sure there was nothing in there that ought not to be. A small smile crept along Elrania's face as she looked at her horse, who nudge her head into Elrania's chest. The young elfs hands flew up, placing her hands on the horses face, and chuckled lightly. "Rochael. What would I ever do without you?" The horse neighed lightly, as if to say 'I don't know, you'd probably be lost', and this much was true.

This horse had been with her for a long while, and it was getting on a fair bit, but it was a loyal and faithful horse, which, should she ever lose her, she could never replace her like for like. Not that she'd ever want to. Rochael was the best thing that had ever happened in Elrania's life. She had lost her parents to creatures in the dark, she had abandoned her friends and the rest of her family because of a dispute with the king, and she had left everything behind. Rochael came to Elrania when she most needed her. She had been sat in a tree, listening out for unwelcome sounds, when she'd heard hooves clopping along the forest floor, and a whinny she didn't recognise. Her deep blue eyes had looked down to see a light coloured horse, looking up at her. If Elrania hadn't hopped down and stroked the horse, she might have thought it but a dream, but it was a young one, looking for an owner. Perhaps it had gotten away from the Elves of Mirkwood, or death had come to its previous owner, but on both counts Elrania could never be sure.

Her thin fingers tightened in the horses hair, and on a count of three, the tall, light footed elf found herself sat on Rochael's back. She stroked her once more, reassuring her that she loved her horse dearly, dipping into a pouch to feed her a piece of apple. She needed to stock up on food, so a trip to the Laketown was mandatory today. Mingling her fingers into Rochael's mane, she kicked her feet lightly, setting the horse off. Her legs squeezed gently to make her horse go faster and sped off into the direction of Laketown. It wouldn't take her long to reach it from home, considering she didn't live in the center of Mirkwood, but on the outside. No she could shave off a good amount of time with living on the edge of Mirkwood, but had she stayed in Mirkwood, she would never have to go to Laketown for food. She was certainly sure that she knew what she was doing though, and that her stubbornness would eventually pay off, and she would make a difference to the world that others wished they could.

Her horse came to a sudden stop, almost throwing Elrania off her, should she have not paying attention, and proceeded to stamp her foot. It was like a hidden language between the elleth and the horse. One stamp meant the guard of Mirkwood, two meant Orc and three meant Goblin. This time, however, it had been two stamps, and Elrania's deep blue  eyes scanned the landscape before her, looking for the sign of the danger the horse had seen ever so clearly before her. Her eyes fell on the group of Orcs that were heading to Laketown, which she was pretty sure were going to become unwelcome guests very very soon. She kicked hard, sending her horse speeding off in the direction the orcs were heading in, but had she been looking properly, she'd have seen the other, more mysterious figure heading in their direction also. Her hand fell to her bow, pulling it from the strap on the back, swiftly followed by an arrow. She took her aim, aiming towards an orc, but before she had chance to let it loose, she saw another arrow pass through an Orc, and turned her eyes off the orc pack for a moment.

She watched the man for a moment, clearly in his... thirties possibly, but definitely had a young look about him. Where he was from, or where he had been was a complete mystery to her, but whereever he was from, he had a good shot. Elrania finally brought back her concentration, moving her bow to aim at another orc, and taking him out instantly with a headshot. She'd had a lot more time than the stranger to perfect that, seeing as she was 800 years old. She looked at the stranger again, watching him as he took on orc after orc. He was certainly brave, she'd give him that, but if his bravery was misplaced for even a second it would cost him dearly. She shot another arrow, as clean and sharp as she'd done before, pulling her knife from her boot and throwing it hard towards the next orc, watching the knife bury itself deep into its chest. She'd go retrieve that knife later when all of the orcs were irradicated. She rode a little further on, in the general direction of the mysterious rider that had come to the orcs. If she could, she and he, with a little bit of solid shooting, could take out all the orcs in a matter of minutes, if of course, he played by the rules.

She watched as an orc attempted to sneak up behind him, and took no time at all to bury an arrow in it. They were clearing the orcs relatively fast, but not as fast as Elrania would like, and it was certainly a bigger pack that she'd seen previously. They were getting bold. Very, very bold and certainly unwelcome in all lands, but that didnt explain why they were getting brave all of a sudden and wandering out in places where they weren't and never would be welcome. "Where did they all come from?" Her question was mainly directed at herself, but if the man on the brown horse could offer her a decent explanation, then she would be certainly willing to listen to him. Her horse whinnied again, jumping up and kicking an orc in the face that Elrania had not noticed when deep in thought, and trampled on him without hesitating. The great thing about Elrania's horse was, that no matter what danger it put itself, it would do it to make sure Elrania was safe.
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« Reply #2 on: January 31, 2014, 12:35:00 PM »
Daechir, as he had been shooting his arrows, had noticed another arrow that did not belong to him fly in and hit an Orc. He glanced over from underneath his hood, noticing that the arrow had came from a young woman who seemed to have came up as well. Though his vision wasn't as good as an Elf's, it didn't take him long to note that she had been an Elf herself. He had lived amongst them long enough to know an Elf when he saw one, even if it was from a distance. They carried themselves differently than other races, and had been taller than other races as well. Despite her perch on the horse, he could tell that the slender figure had been taller than most women he had seen of other races. Her color of hair wasn't something he was too used to seeing, though the Elves he had mainly spent time with were those of Imladris. They generally had darker hair there, from what he had come to known. He spent a considerable amount of time with them, had learned their language and had also rested there when he was wounded. He didn't stay more than a few weeks after being healed but that was because of the fact that the other Rangers were sure to go to Imladris in search of him.

Needless to say, he hadn't spent much time with any other types of Elves than those in Imladris. He has seen the beautiful, golden silver locks of Galadriel but knew enough about her to have heard the rumors of why her hair was such a beautiful tone. He has also seen the silver-blonde locks of the Teleri, who have passed through Imladris from time to time and Lord Celeborn himself. Though, he didn't know enough about Elves to know which kind had the lovely strawberry locks that this woman had. All together though, she wasn't like any Elf he had seen before, despite the grace she seemed to carry as she had shot her bow. Her marks were always precise, something that was to be expected of one of Elven decent. They had many years to perfect such a skill, years he wasn't exactly granted with. He would live a longer life than those of Men, being Dunedain, but never would he come to live an endless life as those of Elves did. Though, he knew that with the time he had spent shooting a bow, he had perfected the skill far better than any Man he had known. Even with having to reteach his muscles to get used to the bow, he still had a good shot, which he had been known for back in his homeland.

Though he wouldn't straight out admit it, nor would he really give the time to mention it, he was glad to have seen someone else come along to help him. He could fair pretty well on his own but this had been a bigger pack than he was used to taking down on his own. He wasn't sure why such a big Orc pack had been traveling this close to any settlement but he wouldn't give them enough time to be questioned. He had moved swiftly among the pack, slashing down any who were near as arrows from the Elven maiden behind him shot down others. He was good at avoiding getting shot, always has been which was why he made it so difficult for his own people to kill him when he was marked a traitor. He could hear an Orc fall behind him as he was distracted by a couple before him, glancing back towards the Elf and giving her a nod of appreciation. He might not have been the most friendliest person around but that didn't mean that he didn't have any respect or manners, after all. He was good at pushing people away, but he was also good at showing respect where it was earned.

From the corner of his eye, he could see another Orc making it's way towards the Elleth and he quickly put his sword away to draw his bow and shoot it down. With that one down, and with the help of the Elleth, he was able to have gained distance from the pack and himself. He shot down a couple more, and with this help, the Orcs had all been dealt with. He swiftly slid his bow over his neck and shoulders once more, rolling his left shoulder as it still bothered him from time to time. He had came out with a few scratches and cuts here and there but nothing that would have been as half as bad if he would have been fighting on hsi own. Seeing as the woman at least deserved an answer to her previous question as well as a proper 'thank you', he made his way towards her. His hood had been slid down now as his light blue hues met the Elf's quietly. "I am not quite sure where they came from, or why they had come this far though I had seen them coming from the West when I had spotted them... They seem to be getting rather bold, coming out in packs like that..."

He examined the bodies of the Orcs, silently taking in just how many they had taken down. But with that, he gave a bow to the Elleth, a hand over his heart as he had learned from the Elves when he was around them. "I thank you for your assistance, I fear I may not have been able to hold them all off if I were on my own..." He told her respectfully before glancing up towards her once more, debating if he should offer to escort her to Laketown. Well, he might as well... seeing as she did help him and he did owe her a thank you for that, despite having said it already. Plus, if there were to be anymore lingering Orcs around, it would be safer for the two to stick together. "If you are making your way to Laketown, I can escort you there. With a pack that big, I fear there may be more and we have proven to be able to take them out together better than alone..." He wasn't trying to speak for her but it was true; if they would fight a huge pack of Orcs on their own, it could get overwhelming and someone could end up hurt... badly...

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« Reply #3 on: February 17, 2014, 01:06:00 PM »
Arrow after arrow flew from the pair, clearing across the board of orcs, as if the two were in sync, which was a rarity for Elrania, for she didn't know of any man that could keep up with her, but Daechir certainly could. Her tall figure sat graceously upon her horse, whereas his did not, she took no time at all to aim, and neither did he; so what kind of Man was he really? One that had had a lot of practice no doubt with shooting arrows and firing at orcs, which lead to thoughts of  'was this man to be trusted or not?' She noticed the man shoot in her direction, and nearly moved to dodge it, but when it lodged itself into the orc that had been sneaking up behind her. Her sharp blue eyes swiftly turned to watch him again, and nodded in a recognition of 'thanks', which is more than he would get from most elves. It took only a few more moments before all the orcs had been dealt with by the pair, and Elrania found herself finally up by his side on her horse, a level of trust finally forming, if only for a moment, between them.

When his hood came down, she took a proper look at him, noticing his light blue eyes meeting hers, and smiled gently at him. "Spiders in the Greenwood, Orcs heading for Lake-Town, this certainly cannot be a good sign." If he had seen the signs also, this only confirmed Elrania's fears. It was very rare for her to find someone on her wavelength, for if she had voiced these fears to her King, he would have surely shunned her, as he did all those years ago over the matter of dwarves. It was a time she didn't want to think about right now. She looked down at an orc that had found itself under the hoof of her horse, and leant down, pulling her arrow from its head and cleaning it on the bottom of a cloth she kept tucked into her belt. She needed to keep her arrows, for she wasn't in a position to make any more. She jumped down from her horse, stepping lightly around the bodies and collected a few as he proceeded to thank her for her assistance. "Thank you, stranger, for yours. Pray tell, what is the name you bear?"

She would give him a few moments for him to respond to her, for it would be rude not to, before she turned back to her horse, having collected all of her arrows. Before she got back on her horse, she placed her hands behind her back and bowed gently to the man, who was now lacking his hood. "Elrania of Mirkwood." He neednt ask her name, for she would give it willingly. He wouldn't know of her, and not a lot of people would, but should that name ever reach her King's ears, then there may or may not be trouble waiting for her at her home. "I fear that also. It is better we stick together until Laketown, if that is where you are also making your way." She didn't want him to just go out of his way for her, for if necessary, she could defend herself rather well, but she didn't really want to have to be completely aware of her surroundings all the way to find food. She jumped back on her horse, with as much grace as she had used to sit on it, before kicking him lightly into action, trotting lightly away from her newly found companion.

Her eyes looked behind her, her head gesturing for him to follow her. Perhaps they could talk on this trip, get to know who they both really were, and learn something new. She could really do with more allies, for right now, her only allies that she knew of were the ones she left behind, who had for years, tried to find her and failed, for she did not want to be found. "Where is it you have traveled from?" His clothing was giving nothing away - in fact, everything about him seemed to hide who he was and what past he bore. Just like Elrania tried to hide her past with her cloak, the scars on the shoulder from her mistakes, quite like the scars on her seemingly cold heart. She had abanonded family and home because of an altercation with her King, and for that, she could never forgive herself, and while her exile was her own doing, she could not help having done it. It seemed they both had something to hide, something from their past that they wished to erase, but whether either would open up to the other was another matter.
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« Reply #4 on: June 24, 2014, 07:13:00 AM »
Daechir knew well that his skills with a bow were above the average Man's skills, maybe not exactly as good as an Elf but close enough. He had practiced with the bow for years and that kind of commitment didn't fall short. To see just how far his use of a bow has come, especially with the injury he suffered years ago, it was... amazing. He never thought he could get good with a bow again and he was told, when the injury happened, that he wouldn't be able to wield weapons so easily again. It was something to be proud of, especially holding up his own with an Elf fighting alongside him. Though Daechir wasn't one to let things get to his head like that, for it was easy to make mistakes when one was completely full of themselves. He was just glad that he could still wield a bow well enough as he has. But that wasn't the concern here; all these Orcs they just took down... it was most definitely a cause for alarm. They hardly ever ventured out this far, and it was troubling when he knew the citizens of Laketown. He didn't try getting attached to places and people anymore, not after what happened, but one thing he couldn't ignore was the fact there was children in Laketown... What could the Orcs be looking for? What could they want and why now?

"It was of no problem..." He told the woman before him, though with the asking of his name, he paused for a second... Daechir... that was the name he bore now, his birth name being long forgotten now. But could he trust this Elleth enough to give her his name? After all, he was a wanted man by the Dunedain, and depending where her home kingdom was, she may have heard of him. It was risky, though it was also rude of him not to respond with his name. "Daechir, of Rohan..." Well, he could just settle with hiding his homeland, for Daechir couldn't be that rare of a name, right? Plus, it could be pretty convincing that he was from Rohan, seeing as his hair was light like those of the land. Though, he didn't need to do much to keep his secret, since it was more paranoia than truth that many would know of him outside of work. It almost seems as if the Dunedain gave up on finding him, as if they have figured him to be dead by now and didn't need to come looking for him. All it took now was just to be careful not to cross their paths, and he knew well the routes they generally took from when he was still with them.

The blue eyed man gave a slight bow to Elrania with her name being given to him, a hand over his heart as he had seen many times when he was near Imladris. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady." He told her respectfully before his gaze once more met hers. She seemed to like the idea of him accompanying her, for they would be safer together than if they were going off on their own. "Indeed, I am travelling to Laketown... It is of no trouble to escort you there." Daechir generally preferred to travel alone and he didn't quite often mingle around with anyone but he wouldn't feel right allowing the Elleth to go on her own. There could still be more Orcs out there, and if there was, if anything happened to Elrania, he would feel somewhat responsible. He's come to become colder towards others, but he wasn't cold of heart, at least not enough to leave someone on their own in the chance of them running into danger. "I must say I'm still surprised that there was this big of a group, especially this close to Laketown..."

His eyes examined the scene, having earlier also noted the Elleth picking up her arrows. He didn't feel the need to go after his own, he had plenty of arrows in the homes he had and didn't find the need to retrieve them. Though, the arrows he got to examine of Elrania's, they seemed hand crafted, as if she had crafted them herself... His arrows had been ones specifically crafted for him, to cut swiftly and quickly through the air, just how he liked them. Though, he has stored them over time, seeing as he needed to keep a low profile whenever he went near his homeland where the blacksmith had been. He has kept his secret this long, but Daechir wasn't sure how long he would keep it... "I am coming from Rohan, went to visit some family since I have settled in Laketown for business reasons... What about yourself?" He answered her question, though not fully the truth. He had to keep up the act of being from Rohan since he didn't want anyone knowing who he had been. Even though he did settle in Laketown, even the people of Laketown didn't truly know him... His dark secrets were his own, and he wasn't ready to let anyone know them...

(Hope this is alright! Sorry it took so long, got really busy out of nowhere.)

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« Reply #5 on: June 30, 2014, 02:23:00 PM »
Elrania had become quite curious as to why the orcs had ventured this far out and as close to Lake Town than she would liked. They normally stayed away; sticking to the mountains if anything. Something had drawn them here, but it had been neither of them; seeing as the pair had only just arrived in time to squash any attempts to get any closer to lake town. The crystal sapphires gazed around at all the dead below them, trying to search for some kind of answer among them, but an answer would not come. Had they kept one alive, they could have interrogated it, but in the heat of the moment, one doesn't think of these things. They had grown bold, but the reason for their new found boldness had become transparent. Something was afoot here, and struck a chord of fear withing the young Elleth. Orcs in the Greenwood? Orcs venturing out towards Lake Town? Never the less, it would do her no good to dwell on that thought now. She couldn't think straight as other questions pressed in her mind about the man that had come from seemingly nowhere, and had taken out more of the Orcs than she would have liked to admit.

"Daechir..." She almost mimicked his name as she tried to search through her knowledge for mention of his name, but there was none; which, oddly enough, put her mind at ease for a moment. Should she have heard the name, she would have known of him only for bad things he had done, for that is the only reason she tended to remember names. Having been from Rohan also put her at ease, for she knew that they tended to be honest and reasonable whenever approached by others, though, she could not say much for their King. The lightness of the hair only confirmed his heritage, and therefore, Elrania took it as truth, though, she often did not. How could one trust someone one just met? In this day and age, Elrania had very little friends to count on, and so, she seldom allowed anyone the pleasure of her trust; but for now, Daechir had it, and he would do well to keep it, for the trust of an Elf was a hard thing to keep a hold of, and a hard thing to earn in the first place. Her people were very suspicious of everyone that ever entered her realm and it was a trait she was trying to lose.

"The pleasure is mine." She was eased a little more when the man bowed to her in the same fashion she had to him. "I imagine if we follow the route you were already taking, we should make it there in no time." She looked on, blue eyes scanning the path ahead, making sure that there were no more dangers that could befall them once more any time soon. Whilst it had been a little bit of enjoyment for Elrania to take out those orcs and fight once more like she had done when she had been on the guard, she did not feel the need for it to happen any time soon. "The question is, where did they come from; and what buisness did they have with Lake Town..." That was a thought she did not really care to dwell on, for what would have happened to the town should Elrania and Daechir chosen not to enture there on that day. Would there have been anything left the next time either of them had decided to pay the town on the water a visit?

Elrania had very little arrows to spare, seeing as she no longer found time in her day to make more like she once had done when she had lived in the halls of Mirkwood's heart. One day she would find time to make more, for no doubt the ones she still had would soon wear out and be of no use to her anymore. "I have come for food, and water. The streams of Mirkwood are seldom drinkable, and food is scarce for one who lives on its borders and not within its halls." Mirkwood often got its wine supplies from Lake Town, whilst Elrania settled for whatever little they could give her. Every time it was a different towns person she was going to meet, so that the Master of Lake Town didn't know of her comings and goings. She did not like their leader, and cared very little for conversation with him, so it was really no wonder that he presence often went by him without him noticing. She had no need to avoid guards, but Alfrid and the Master had a nasty habit of cropping up whenever she was in the middle of a business transaction...

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« Reply #6 on: December 27, 2014, 10:07:00 PM »
It seemed that the Elleth had believed what he was telling her, everything he had told her and he was pleased with this acknowledgement. She was better off not knowing the truth about him, and he wasn't ready to share his secrets with anyone, especially a stranger he has just met. Daechir may have trusted her enough with his name but that was all that he could trust her with; plus, those who knew of him, who had seen him in Laketown and managed to have some sort of conversation with him knew the name that had been given to him when he left his settlement. So far no one seemed to know who he had been which was a good thing for him. Though he could easily spot one of his own from a mile away, he has become good at pinpointing where the Dunedain would be. Though with her words, his train of thought had been broken and his attention had moved to the female with him. "This is the easiest way to go, and should be the safest..." But who knew if it truly was safe with already having ran into Orcs previously. He still couldn't figure out what reason there could have been for the Orcs showing up so close to Laketown... and he feared that maybe they were plotting something bad, something very bad...

"Whatever their reasoning for coming this close to Laketown, I can assure you it isn't anything good..." He spoke to her, light blues glancing over to her before looking ahead of them as he walked, the group of Orcs still eating away at his mind. He isn't sure if he should bring this up with the Master of Laketown, for he felt that maybe the Master wouldn't give him the time of day. Plus, he hated the man and would prefer sticking an arrow between his eyes rather than sit down to have a conversation with him. Though, maybe he could at least worn the people to keep an eye out for anything suspicious like what they had seen here? He didn't have to be specific in detail, just give a little warning that something may be coming their way... or whatever he could do. Though Daechir isn't the type of person to be giving out these sorts of messages, there are still women and children in Laketown and if the Orcs have something planned for the town, he would rather not put these people in any sort of danger... Maybe it would be better to find out what exactly is going on before making a huge scene out of this...

With the mention of Mirkwood, his gaze went back to Elrania, listening to her quietly before giving a nod. "I can only image the trouble of living in Mirkwood..." He rather preferred not going into that place, not when there was so much darkness that was infecting the Elven Kingdom. There was also the fact that if you didn't know your way around the woods, you could get lost and that wasn't something he very much enjoyed. He had a good sense of direction but not for a place like Mirkwood... Plus, the Elves of Mirkwood weren't like others; they would likely not be too accepting to a stranger coming in amongst them and he preferred not to meet their King. "It may be in your best interest to post up in Laketown until morning... I can't imagine your voyage back to Mirkwood would be made easy if you were to leave right away." His gaze went back towards the Elleth, knowing that with the pack of Orcs they just fought off, traveling back again today would be a mistake. Plus, he wouldn't be willing to escort her back to her own home, not if that meant entering Mirkwood.

(Sorry this is a little short and maybe everywhere, trying to get my muse back for Dae and also get back into the swing of things with him.)

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« Reply #7 on: May 16, 2015, 02:08:00 AM »
She hadn't meant to scoff at his suggestion that the road he picked was probably the safest, no, Elrania was not one for being rude, but paths that were once safe in Mirkwood were no longer so, and that did not put her at any easy. "Easy doesn't necessarily make it safe, but I can't see another route that could be safer." Her voice was steady and almost cold as she spoke, icy blues looking down the path that he had suggested before looking behind her, making sure there were no more Orcs coming out of any unexpected directions, ready to pick the pair off.

"Seldom is, where Orcs are concerned." Nothing ever good came from Orc's travelling anywhere, especially out in the open. They were getting just about as bold as the spiders in Mirkwood, and that did not bode well for the future of anyone in the affected areas; including Lake Town. No, these things had to be chased back, but they were just two people; the longer she thought about it, the more she debated trying to get a message to King Thranduil, and yet, something told her that he simply would not care. She chewed uncomfortably on the inside of her cheek as he continued to speak about Mirkwood and its current state, which seemed to be more and more widespread knowledge than it was originally. "For the inexperienced, I would not recommend a trip through the Greenwood, but there are few that would be fine within it's borders, so long as they were just passing through." It wasn't often that she commented on such issues with her homeland, but there was no point in lying to someone who clearly already knew there was nothing right about the forest anymore, and with Thranduil's guard struggling to push the spiders back these days, she could only imagine it would be getting gradually worse.

As he suggested that she perhaps stop in Lake Town for the night, she found herself a little caught off guard. She hadn't thought about it, but the chances are, he was right about the idea. If she headed back now, the chance of getting caught off guard by spiders because she was weary was likely, and she couldn't risk that at this point. "I imagine it would be best - I'll see if I can't seek refuge in the Minnow & Trout." A local that she had heard about when she had visited the town before. She couldn't say she had a particular liking of the Master in Lake-Town, but if she had to put up with him for mere seconds just so she could find herself a bed, then so be it. She would also need to find food, and she was certain he'd be reluctant to give that up so easily, but where there was a will, there was always a way, and where there was a way, Elrania tended to find it quick enough.

"I think now would be a good time to make tracks." Whilst it might have been a suggestion in the first instance, she had wished she'd barked it as a command instead, for Rochael whinnied and shuffled beneath her uncomfortably. It was true what they said about animals being to detect danger way before any humanoid could, and whilst Elves had a good sense of hearing and sight, it seemed that the horse had better as she tugged on her reins. Kicking the horse lightly, guiding it the to the side and on the tracks that Daechir had suggested, she took off at a trot, hoping her new companion would keep speed. Rochael was only too happy to do as she was told, but, the elleth could feel the beast beneath her begging to speed up, but Elrania did not want to outrun her new companion.
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