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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 14:49:42 GMT -5
"I have had many children by her my dear, this is one I did not know about myself. And I would not leave you, truely if you were to bear my child. That would just make me want you even more. Surely you know this.."
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 30, 2006 14:54:58 GMT -5
*BP sighed* "Do I? I love you, but if you can turn your back on the mother of your children... no I will not think this. Our love is strong. Just promise me that you will stay with me. Promise me that and I will believe what you say. But a warning, if you betray me you will NOT LIVE to do so to anyone else ever again."
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 14:57:34 GMT -5
Tinaldor walked up to her, and, his armour knocking against hers, he kissed her passionately.
"I promise..."
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 30, 2006 15:00:16 GMT -5
*BP drank in his kiss letting her body relax against his* "It is done then. Your promise is forever my love. And I promise I shall never leave your side for that long ever again. But now is not the time for oath givings. It is the time for preperation... war is upon us and I smell blood!"
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 15:09:40 GMT -5
"I have a few suprises for you my dear..."
Tinaldor signaled to one of his elves, who sounded a horn. Two new hordes marched in, magnificent. One, two battalions of fully armoured Dark Elven Spearmen, theyre spears glinting against the light of Mt-Doom. Behind them, a mass of two thousand fully armoured Trolls marched in.
Tinaldor turned to his queen.
"Trained personally my dear. But now I think it is time the world of men payed. Where to my queen?"
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 30, 2006 15:17:36 GMT -5
*BP smiled that wild smile of excitement before the kill*"To Rohan. To King Procneus. To victory."
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 15:25:47 GMT -5
Tinaldor grinned.
"Good choice."
Jumping on his war horse, he rode out in front of the army, his booming voice reaching out across the plains.
"The sun is setting on the world of men. Tonight, we march to Rohan. Burn everything, and kill every living thing in site. Let them tremble at our might, let all fear us. Tonight, you shall taste the blood that you relish!"
He spurred his horse.
"TO ROHAN!"
The Horns sounded. The Armies of Mordor began to march. Tinaldor checked his horse, and turned to his Queen.
"Let us ride, and let us cover the world in a second darkness, together, you and I."
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 30, 2006 15:32:06 GMT -5
"A second darkness and a darkness for the duration of time my love!"
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 15:34:01 GMT -5
Tinaldor grinned, and spurring his horse, set out on a steady trot out of the Black Gate, the sound of his troops marching nearby enthralling him. Beside him, his love, behind him, hundreds of thousands of his warriors. This was a force that would shake Middle Earth to its roots.
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Post by Procneus on Jan 30, 2006 15:45:43 GMT -5
*Proc spurred his horse onward. Hearing the sounds of battle and troops preparing for war, he moved in the direction of the noises. He heard beating hoofs, chain metal clinking, and swords being sheathed. He heard thunderous footsteps of what could be thousands of orcs. And then he saw it. The host of Mordor, all around. thousands of them. And there he was, on top of his most faithful steed, alone, surveying them. Then he saw at their head, Tinaldor and BP. then suddenly he couldn't contain himself. He broke out into loud and histerical laughter. His laugh was so loud and so hearty that many of the orcs were confused and some even cowered a bit as he did so. He laughed at the folly of these people. he laughed at the war they were trying to start. He laughed at war itself and laughed at the thought of them trying to defeat him. he looked a tinaldor and could see his eyes. what would be the explanation for this one, thinking.... this should be funny.*
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 15:48:07 GMT -5
Seeing Procneus in the distance, he shouldered his great bow, and sent an arrow into the head of his horse. The horse would be expendable, and Procneus could walk back to Rohan. He meant business.
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Post by Procneus on Jan 30, 2006 15:50:46 GMT -5
*Tinaldor may not have noticed, but the horse and Proc were heavily armored well with mithril. proc had dwarven friends, and they had fashioned it for them. the arrow fell off the horse, no problem, not a scratch. Procneus then shouldered his bow, and put in three arrows, and fired them through the air. They whizzed over the heads of BP and Tinaldor and fell, hitting three orcs in square in the forehead, dropping them.... he meant business too*
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 15:55:07 GMT -5
Tinaldor smiled. he was hoping Procneus would underestimate his army. He could drive off the pitiful man with a batalion of his trolls, but it would be a waste of good trolls. He knew that he was too wise to attack alone. Or was he? a few dead orcs meant nothing to him. He carried on marching. If he attacked, his spearmen would deal with Procneus, if his arrows didnt before.
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Post by Procneus on Jan 30, 2006 16:06:19 GMT -5
*obviously proc wasn't an idiot. he wasn't there to fight, that would have been ludacrous, as horrible orcs are at fighting and as dumb as trolls are, he wouldn't last. He was merely sizing up the army so that he could put up appropriate defenses. didn't look like too much of a challenge, he had many tricks up his sleeve that he could pull. they were marching onto his homeland afterall. he was checking out their infantry and bow and arrows. Firing one more triple arrow shot, felling three more orcs, he reared his horse up, flicked tinaldor off, and sped off into the distance towards home.*
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Post by Ara on Jan 30, 2006 16:07:30 GMT -5
At Nan Elmoth:
Ara watched the host of Mordor,tears running down her cheeks as she sank to her knees burying her face in her hands.she wept for Rohan and all that it had suffered.she remembered Tinaldor's words to her and regaining control of herself she suddenly jumped to her feet and ran from the tower her anger suddenly breaking free of it's bounds she changed shape to the silver wolf and let a long howl come holding her pain and rage in it ring through the hills to Mordor and Rohan."I may be foolish Tinaldor Nenharma but Nan Elmoth will not slaughter those innocent of doing nothing but living!"she said through the howl.
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