LotR epilogue

dplax · 01-21-2005, 12:23 PM

After the cold of the mountains the warmth of the plains was welcoming and the going was easier for Kalam and Turin. Therlion had ridden the horse all along and by now had recovered, but his body would never again be the same.

A day and half after they left they reached the lands of the Easthomes.

[ 05-07-2005, 07:01 AM: Message edited by: dplax ]

dplax · 01-21-2005, 12:28 PM

Kalam Easthome

Kalam had been brooding since they had left the mountain cave. His thoughts drifted between his people and his dead father and all that had happened in the last three days. His life had fallen apart and he had to gather up the pieces at the same time as he assumed leadership over his people. The responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders and his two companions could see this.

Larry_OHF · 01-23-2005, 11:54 AM

Turin

Turin was worried about the new young lord. He would need time and help adjusting to the new atmosphere, but in the end of it all, the city would be a safe place, and the removal of the servants of evil would make for a huge assistance to those that battled Morgoth.

Turin knew that now that this mission was over, he would have to move on and get back into the main scheme of things with the war against the Dark Lord that had taken over Middle Earth. But first things were first. He had to find his friends. Roland and Robyn came to his mind. Were they well? Were they safe? As soon as they got back, Turin was first going to find those two and make sure they were alright. He could not wait to see that place again. Everyone would surely be thrilled at having Kalam back and well.

[ 01-23-2005, 12:08 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

dplax · 01-23-2005, 12:33 PM

Tired are the arms which fought a long battle and tired are the feet which brought him this far, but Eönwë, the Herald of Manwë himself had bade him carry the news into this part of the world about the defeat of the Dark Lord. He had spotted the three riders half an hour ago on the horizon and had hidden himself among the grass. When they got nearer he saw that one of them was an elf. They weren't servants of the Dark Lord then. He stood up to show himself. He was a middle-aged man with a strong physique. A long, fresh scar ran down the left side of his face. It looked to be only a few days old.

"Hail travellers! Let it be known in the name of Manwë the great that the power of the Dark Lord is no more. Three days ago he was overcome in a great battle. When we had lost all hope the host of the Valar came and overthrew Morgoth, the one originally known as Melkor. Tell this joyous news to anyone you meet friends. I have to move on to spread the news even further."

He picked up his pack from the grass, but looked at the three travelers, as if waiting whether they had questions.

dplax · 02-07-2005, 01:42 PM

OOC: just bumping this. Come on Bozos! [img]smile.gif[/img]

Kalam Easthome

"That is good news indeed."

Kalam then drifted back into his silent, brooding state, which he had nearly not left since he had learnt of his father's death.

Bozos of Bones · 02-07-2005, 06:13 PM

OOC: muchas excusinos fur der procrastinatio dplax-san. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Therlion

Travelling with his companions, Therlion observed their emotions. Kalam's silent brooding got worse day by day. He has much on his mind now, as well as on his shoulders. Therlion also saw that Turin's eyes often turned to the new lordling, worrying about his and the town's future. That, as well as another set of concerns. Their friends and allies, Roland, Feldorn, Bober and Robyn, who Therlion and Turin haven seen in a week, some even more. Normally, not a long time, but the last few days have changed more than any five days in the history of Middle earth. Therlion shared the same concerns, and one more. Harmeth. Therlion hoped like nothing else to see Harmeth's big, blue eyes again. Therlion looked longingly at the general direction of teh town as a man approached them. His armor, his strong build, as well as a fresh scar over the side of his face meant the man was recently in battle. Tidings? Therlion thought before the man spoke. "Hail travellers! Let it be known in the name of Manwë the great that the power of the Dark Lord is no more. Three days ago he was overcome in a great battle. When we had lost all hope the host of the Valar came and overthrew Morgoth, the one originally known as Melkor. Tell this joyous news to anyone you meet friends. I have to move on to spread the news even further." Tidings indeed. Good even! Therlion's thoughts drifted, imagining the Valar coming down on the enemy in the crucial point. He was pleased that it was all over now. The world was free of the evil of Morgoth, altho at great expense. The time to rebuild, to restore has come upon the land, Therlion realised. He also realised that he no longer had an enemy to fear, that he was free to look for his companions. He remembered the visions when he was unconcious. It could still come true, he thought. He could still be together with Harmeth, have a beautiful life... then he also remembered himself in the visions. His own body, weak... But it did nothing to sink his hopes now. The thoughts of happiness with Harmeth was all Therlion thought about now, all he let himself think about. And it was good.

[ 02-08-2005, 05:12 PM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]

dplax · 02-07-2005, 06:19 PM

OOC: The edit has happened. I shall be moving the plot on tomorrow.

[ 02-08-2005, 05:15 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

dplax · 02-09-2005, 07:48 AM

The messenger left them and made his way more towards the south. Kalam turned to Therlion and Turin.

"Morgoth's defeat means that our town is now free from the burden placed on it. Come, I wish to see the walls of my city, and it's people again."

Kalam urged his horse to a comfortable trot and then looked back to see the others following him. The town was not far away and in less than two hours time they came in sight of it. Or at least of what remained of it. All that remained of the town were the smoldering ruins of it. Some pillars and parts of walls still stood, but mostly the city was just a pile of ash and here and there bodies of dead soldiers or citizens could be seen. Around the town and inside there were also dozens of bodies of dead orcs. Yet nowhere among the dead could Kalam, Turin and Therlion find either their companions or Harmeth.

Their search through the rubble of the town led the to the city hall, which was the only intact structure in the whole town, due to it being built out of stone. Yet the large entrance doors had been torn off of their hinges and their burnt remains were next to the building. As the three companions went inside they were confronted by destruction and looting. In the quarters of the Easthome family the paintings had been torn of the walls and books lay on the floor, their pages blowing in the slight breeze coming through the smashed window. Kalam fell to his knees in front of his sister's room and putting his head in his hands started slowly crying.

In the main hall as Turin went that way he encountered a gruesome scene. On the table, where not even two weeks ago he had feasted the body of the late guard captain was stretched out surrounded by pools of dried blood. His head was several feet away from the body, at the farther end of the table. The face betrayed the amount of pain the man had faced before finally dying. Remains of orcish food were on the table and littering the floor next to it.

Therlion made his way towards the quarters of the cooks and maids and there found them. All were dead, horribly mutilated.

Larry_OHF · 02-22-2005, 12:13 PM

Turin

Turin had not expected so great of news to be as the one given him by the messenger. Morgoth had fallen faster than had even been planned! The Valar must have had a hand in this great victory. he could not wait to see his friends again and tell them the good news. Now that it was all over, maybe he'd stay in Kalam's city and live out the rest of his life in peace.

No explanation could be found. No feeling could be expressed. To see the charred and smoldering city as it lay in ruin brought back too many memories of lost loved ones. The more they searched the remains for those that he knew, and could not find, the more heavy his heart became. Robyn, Roland...where were they? Could they have escaped? Been captured? Or did they meet their end here, somewhere? Despair was quickly turning into anger, and Turin could take it no longer. He screamed to the top of his lungs into the air, filled with horrible anguish. Why had this thing happened to him twice?

He finally found voice enough to curse this tragedy and swear an oath that he would discover who did this, and eliminate them, one by one, to the entire army if he had to, and would find out what happened to his friends. They would sit in the graves unavenged.

dplax · 02-27-2005, 02:47 PM

For Turin:

Silence follows the curses of the man. A heavy silence carrying the scent of death on it. The silence is broken by small scratching sounds behind cracks in the walls. The stench of decay is made heavier by the smell of rat feces and urine. A small rat emerges from a crack in one of the walls, where it had hidden when the man came close. The rat runs to the corpse it had been feasting on and calmly starts to chew on an ear.

A voice startles Turin from behind him. The voice of Kalam.

"Everyone's dead here. If there are survivors they shall have gone to Easthelm, the family keep twenty miles north of here. Your friends might also be there."

[ 02-27-2005, 02:56 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

02-07-2005, 06:13 PM	#6
Bozos of Bones Apophis Join Date: July 29, 2003 Location: The Underdark cavern of Zagreb Age: 38 Posts: 4,679	OOC: muchas excusinos fur der procrastinatio dplax-san. [img]tongue.gif[/img] Therlion Travelling with his companions, Therlion observed their emotions. Kalam's silent brooding got worse day by day. He has much on his mind now, as well as on his shoulders. Therlion also saw that Turin's eyes often turned to the new lordling, worrying about his and the town's future. That, as well as another set of concerns. Their friends and allies, Roland, Feldorn, Bober and Robyn, who Therlion and Turin haven seen in a week, some even more. Normally, not a long time, but the last few days have changed more than any five days in the history of Middle earth. Therlion shared the same concerns, and one more. Harmeth. Therlion hoped like nothing else to see Harmeth's big, blue eyes again. Therlion looked longingly at the general direction of teh town as a man approached them. His armor, his strong build, as well as a fresh scar over the side of his face meant the man was recently in battle. Tidings? Therlion thought before the man spoke. "Hail travellers! Let it be known in the name of Manwë the great that the power of the Dark Lord is no more. Three days ago he was overcome in a great battle. When we had lost all hope the host of the Valar came and overthrew Morgoth, the one originally known as Melkor. Tell this joyous news to anyone you meet friends. I have to move on to spread the news even further." Tidings indeed. Good even! Therlion's thoughts drifted, imagining the Valar coming down on the enemy in the crucial point. He was pleased that it was all over now. The world was free of the evil of Morgoth, altho at great expense. The time to rebuild, to restore has come upon the land, Therlion realised. He also realised that he no longer had an enemy to fear, that he was free to look for his companions. He remembered the visions when he was unconcious. It could still come true, he thought. He could still be together with Harmeth, have a beautiful life... then he also remembered himself in the visions. His own body, weak... But it did nothing to sink his hopes now. The thoughts of happiness with Harmeth was all Therlion thought about now, all he let himself think about. And it was good. [ 02-08-2005, 05:12 PM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ] __________________ MAKE LOVE, NOT SPAM!

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01-21-2005, 12:23 PM	#1
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	After the cold of the mountains the warmth of the plains was welcoming and the going was easier for Kalam and Turin. Therlion had ridden the horse all along and by now had recovered, but his body would never again be the same. A day and half after they left they reached the lands of the Easthomes. [ 05-07-2005, 07:01 AM: Message edited by: dplax ]

01-21-2005, 12:28 PM	#2
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	Kalam Easthome Kalam had been brooding since they had left the mountain cave. His thoughts drifted between his people and his dead father and all that had happened in the last three days. His life had fallen apart and he had to gather up the pieces at the same time as he assumed leadership over his people. The responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders and his two companions could see this.

01-23-2005, 11:54 AM	#3
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Turin Turin was worried about the new young lord. He would need time and help adjusting to the new atmosphere, but in the end of it all, the city would be a safe place, and the removal of the servants of evil would make for a huge assistance to those that battled Morgoth. Turin knew that now that this mission was over, he would have to move on and get back into the main scheme of things with the war against the Dark Lord that had taken over Middle Earth. But first things were first. He had to find his friends. Roland and Robyn came to his mind. Were they well? Were they safe? As soon as they got back, Turin was first going to find those two and make sure they were alright. He could not wait to see that place again. Everyone would surely be thrilled at having Kalam back and well. [ 01-23-2005, 12:08 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

01-23-2005, 12:33 PM	#4
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	Tired are the arms which fought a long battle and tired are the feet which brought him this far, but Eönwë, the Herald of Manwë himself had bade him carry the news into this part of the world about the defeat of the Dark Lord. He had spotted the three riders half an hour ago on the horizon and had hidden himself among the grass. When they got nearer he saw that one of them was an elf. They weren't servants of the Dark Lord then. He stood up to show himself. He was a middle-aged man with a strong physique. A long, fresh scar ran down the left side of his face. It looked to be only a few days old. "Hail travellers! Let it be known in the name of Manwë the great that the power of the Dark Lord is no more. Three days ago he was overcome in a great battle. When we had lost all hope the host of the Valar came and overthrew Morgoth, the one originally known as Melkor. Tell this joyous news to anyone you meet friends. I have to move on to spread the news even further." He picked up his pack from the grass, but looked at the three travelers, as if waiting whether they had questions.

02-07-2005, 01:42 PM	#5
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	OOC: just bumping this. Come on Bozos! [img]smile.gif[/img] Kalam Easthome "That is good news indeed." Kalam then drifted back into his silent, brooding state, which he had nearly not left since he had learnt of his father's death.

02-07-2005, 06:19 PM	#7
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	OOC: The edit has happened. I shall be moving the plot on tomorrow. [ 02-08-2005, 05:15 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

02-09-2005, 07:48 AM	#8
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	The messenger left them and made his way more towards the south. Kalam turned to Therlion and Turin. "Morgoth's defeat means that our town is now free from the burden placed on it. Come, I wish to see the walls of my city, and it's people again." Kalam urged his horse to a comfortable trot and then looked back to see the others following him. The town was not far away and in less than two hours time they came in sight of it. Or at least of what remained of it. All that remained of the town were the smoldering ruins of it. Some pillars and parts of walls still stood, but mostly the city was just a pile of ash and here and there bodies of dead soldiers or citizens could be seen. Around the town and inside there were also dozens of bodies of dead orcs. Yet nowhere among the dead could Kalam, Turin and Therlion find either their companions or Harmeth. Their search through the rubble of the town led the to the city hall, which was the only intact structure in the whole town, due to it being built out of stone. Yet the large entrance doors had been torn off of their hinges and their burnt remains were next to the building. As the three companions went inside they were confronted by destruction and looting. In the quarters of the Easthome family the paintings had been torn of the walls and books lay on the floor, their pages blowing in the slight breeze coming through the smashed window. Kalam fell to his knees in front of his sister's room and putting his head in his hands started slowly crying. In the main hall as Turin went that way he encountered a gruesome scene. On the table, where not even two weeks ago he had feasted the body of the late guard captain was stretched out surrounded by pools of dried blood. His head was several feet away from the body, at the farther end of the table. The face betrayed the amount of pain the man had faced before finally dying. Remains of orcish food were on the table and littering the floor next to it. Therlion made his way towards the quarters of the cooks and maids and there found them. All were dead, horribly mutilated.

02-22-2005, 12:13 PM	#9
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Turin Turin had not expected so great of news to be as the one given him by the messenger. Morgoth had fallen faster than had even been planned! The Valar must have had a hand in this great victory. he could not wait to see his friends again and tell them the good news. Now that it was all over, maybe he'd stay in Kalam's city and live out the rest of his life in peace. No explanation could be found. No feeling could be expressed. To see the charred and smoldering city as it lay in ruin brought back too many memories of lost loved ones. The more they searched the remains for those that he knew, and could not find, the more heavy his heart became. Robyn, Roland...where were they? Could they have escaped? Been captured? Or did they meet their end here, somewhere? Despair was quickly turning into anger, and Turin could take it no longer. He screamed to the top of his lungs into the air, filled with horrible anguish. Why had this thing happened to him twice? He finally found voice enough to curse this tragedy and swear an oath that he would discover who did this, and eliminate them, one by one, to the entire army if he had to, and would find out what happened to his friends. They would sit in the graves unavenged.

02-27-2005, 02:47 PM	#10
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	For Turin: Silence follows the curses of the man. A heavy silence carrying the scent of death on it. The silence is broken by small scratching sounds behind cracks in the walls. The stench of decay is made heavier by the smell of rat feces and urine. A small rat emerges from a crack in one of the walls, where it had hidden when the man came close. The rat runs to the corpse it had been feasting on and calmly starts to chew on an ear. A voice startles Turin from behind him. The voice of Kalam. "Everyone's dead here. If there are survivors they shall have gone to Easthelm, the family keep twenty miles north of here. Your friends might also be there." [ 02-27-2005, 02:56 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

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