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Post by Aerianeth on Sept 9, 2005 11:10:30 GMT -5
"I have lost more children than you know Ara." Aeri shook her head and picked up a handful of dust. She let it slide out of her clenched grip onto her tears that lay.
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Post by Tinaldor on Sept 14, 2005 12:24:54 GMT -5
"Come, it does not matter about who has lost more children. We have all suffered pains in our life, but the object is that it teaches us. Both of you now, are married, and have children. Are you not happy?"
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Post by Aerianeth on Sept 15, 2005 5:10:25 GMT -5
Aeri looked at Tinaldor.
"I am not happy, the way I am, what I am doing here, I don't know if it's right. I don't think I belong anymore."
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 5, 2006 6:57:29 GMT -5
A Long Time Later
Dust.... Decay.... Rust... Khazad-Dhum was empty. The once glorius halls, which had shone bright long years ago with the shine of mithrill, and other wonders, now stood dull, empty and plain, except for the unearthly stone pillars that towered above. Such a shame, to see it resort to this. In his heart, he had hoped for his old friend, Nain, to return, and restore this place, which he had for a while. But it had grown to decay, and that proud dwarf now a distant memory, lost in battle, or in time itself. No longer did cohorts of mithril clad dwarven warriors stroll these echoing space. Tinaldor wandered what had driven him to revisit here. Perhaps it was just to remind himself of that which could be lost. Perhaps this was what the whole of Middle-earth would succumb to, if they were to lose. Or perhaps he himself would install a Lieutenant in here, when the war was over. Turn it into a machine of war once again. 'Stewardship' is what he would call it, 'until a dwarven master returns'. If there was one thing he could thank his stuborn friend for, it was for leaving him the means for terror. Tinaldor grinned, and sat down against one of the pillars. Plans began to formulate in his mind, pictures and imagery of how. Turning his mind over to thoughts, he drifted off into his world of strategy, absent to the world.
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Post by Ara on Nov 11, 2006 13:18:57 GMT -5
"The world is changing,I can feel it in the water,I can smell it in the air,much that once was is now lost,for few now live to remember it."Ara's voice came softly from the shadows as she stepped quietly through the halls to Tinaldor.she smiled softly and bowed in respect to him."Mae Govannen Tinaldor lord of Mordor."she drew back the hood of her cloak and revealed her face and the glowing sapphire pendant to him.her now lithe and somewhat thinner body showing the work of the training she'd done to keep it so.
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 12, 2006 5:23:49 GMT -5
"Ah... the Lady of Nan Elmoth."
He bowed low, and kissed her hand.
" It has been too long. But come, what brings you to be in these once beautiful halls? Now... this place is a bitter taste of what could be in all our lands.... a silent memory."
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Post by Ara on Nov 12, 2006 12:21:45 GMT -5
"I came to do honour to a great ruler.Nain was."Ara smiled softly."Moria has fallen into ruin and decay long since but the memories of battles and friendships linger on Lord Tinaldor.I gave you my pledge on many things and I will Not give up my word now."she met his eyes."do not let our kingdoms fall into ruist and ruin.please Tinaldor."she then vanished from sight.
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 12, 2006 16:19:29 GMT -5
A little confused by her words as she spoke, he nodded, and was even more suprised when she dissappeared.
"Even the people are becoming fleeting... I deem it is time that I, Tinaldor Neharma, make my mark on this world..."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Feb 6, 2007 9:03:25 GMT -5
Months later...
Targuhl Dawneater sat down on a rock in the Hall, he had found his way into Moria at last, and now had time, finally, to think things through.
Things had gone well since his arrival in Middle-Earth. He felt he had made a mark, even upon such noble rulers as still dwelled here.
The Lord Tinaldor was enigmatic, at times he made Targuhl feel as though he wanted to metnor him, to take the youngster under his wings, and at other times he seemed hostile, untrusting, dangeroud. Targuhl would have to be careful if he didn't want to become one of the many hollow-eyed drones that were subjects to Tinaldor's charm and charisma.
Tinaldor's fair lady was different, she acted as though she liked Targuhl from the off, but even she had a adrk glint in her eyes, almost a lust, but not forpleasure, for sometinh quite disturbing.
Gandalf Targuhl had only met once, it seemed as though he despaired of everything, even Tinaldor's apparent fondness of the prince.
Targuhl had quickly taken Aerianath for a corrupted queen, once strong and pure, now strong and terrible.
The man, Azrael, was somebody whom Targuhl felt he couldbecome friends, but he would never let himself trust another, not again, so tihs would hinder him.
Targuhl's liege-lord, Austin, appeared strong, worthy of praise for his might and valour, but the Hunter, who hadlong felt the sting of disfavour, sensed Austin's lack of love for him.
Austin's own lady, Ara was very mysterious, Targuhl had never met, but had sometimes seen her from afar, it made him sad, that such a lovely thing should be given over to cares and worries.
targuhl resolved there and then to leave a legend in Middle-Earth, he would die one day, but wouldlive such a life until then as to make his death mournful and memorable.
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Feb 20, 2007 9:54:47 GMT -5
After a few hours of deliberation
I am ready.
Targuhl left the hall, left Khazad Dum and rode into Mordor, undetected.
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