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Post by RuleJJ on Dec 25, 2018 22:32:35 GMT
Chapter 6
There was a pause then, but Hithrol sensed that, as the host, Tinunclus and Axomius were waiting for him to begin the meeting. He cleared his throat. “Shall we begin?” Both his guests nodded but said nothing. Another pause, some uncomfortable shifting in place. Hithrol sighed and turned to Tinunclus. “We need a place for your people to live. What are the options?” Still nothing. Hithrol nodded to Tinunclus and Axomius in turn, indicating that one of them should speak. He himself hadn’t really brought anything, intending to serve more as a mediator between the needs of the Falkrions and the needs of whatever peoples were already present, including his own.
At last, Axomius spoke. “As it happens, I have put a great deal of study into the maps and have found several locations that may serve your needs, depending on the type of environment you’d want to be a part of.” He reached into a pack that hung at his side, pulling out a map of the surrounding area. It was old, judging by the yellowing of the page and the deep creases where it had been folded for an extended time. It had been recently updated, however, probably by Axomius himself, to reflect current landmarks and geographic boundaries. “There are a handful of relatively empty locales all throughout the mountains, the forest, and both the northern and southern parts of the plains area. The hills are occupied, of course, by the human kingdoms, and the desert isn’t a hospitable environment for your people. What do you think?” He looked up at Tinunclus expectantly.
Tinunclus met the old man’s gaze but shook his head. “We are tired of living in camps and makeshift dwellings. If they are forced to build homes again, many of my people will most likely leave. Have you anything else?”
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Post by RuleJJ on Dec 26, 2018 18:34:50 GMT
Chapter 7
“Ah, yes.” Axomius nodded and pointed to three spots on the map. “There are also a number of possible dwellings with preexisting structures that are currently unoccupied. We have, first of all, the former home of the Forestmen. They were destroyed by the forces of Kelrin Dragonsblood and their base is conveniently at the edge of the forest. However, the structures are very minimal, hardly anything more than what you live in now.” Tinunclus shook his head and Axomius continued. “Then you have the fortress of Kelrin Dragonsblood, which is also currently unoccupied. The problem with that is it’s strictly martial, not a proper dwelling at all for a large group. That leaves us with what I believe to be the best option: the castle of the Falcon Kingdom and the surrounding villages. They also were destroyed by Kelrin’s army, and their lands have been scarcely occupied since. It is by a forest and the river, and it has fortifications in case those are needed.”
“That is the one,” said Tinunclus, “We will live there.” And without another word, he flew away.
“Then it’s settled.” Hithrol began to stand up, but Axomius waved him back down.
“Not quite. We do need to contact the nearby peoples, just to make sure they don’t object to the Falkrions occupying this land. As the only one among us with proper diplomatic status, I trust that you will be able to complete this task.”
Hithrol nodded. “I’ll do it, if you tell Tinunclus that it needs to be done.”
Axomius smiled. “I wonder which of us has the easier job.” He stood up and turned to leave. Hithrol followed him out.
“I have one question. What do you think will happen if they say no?”
“Tinunclus is stubborn. He will try his utmost to convince them to change their minds.”
“And if they don’t?”
“We will see.” Their paths diverged, and Axomius walked away. Hithrol went back to meet with Olifin, hoping that they wouldn’t have to find out what would happen.
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Post by RuleJJ on Dec 27, 2018 15:34:20 GMT
Chapter 8
It was raining on the day of Link’s funeral. The thick canopy above blocked much of it, but some still got through; fat, heavy drops that pooled around one’s feet or trickled down the back of one’s neck. The sound of the rain on the leaves drowned out any quiet conversation, so words had to be spoken loudly; too loudly, given the circumstances.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a funeral, though. That had taken place the day before, a grand mass funeral for all the elven soldiers who had fallen fighting against that strange army. This was a day of remembrance, when all of Link’s family and friends gathered to mourn and to celebrate the life of their loved one. On this day, in this weather, there was much more mourning than there was celebration.
Legolie, especially, felt more like mourning. After all they had been through together, all the adventures they had shared, all the dangers they had survived, her friend had been smashed by a sorcerer they could have smashed in an earlier battle. Worse, he had been smashed fighting a battle they didn’t fully understand, one whose cause and purpose was unknown and one that seemed to have really been decided by a fight on a mountainside where no one knew what had truly happened. On top of that, the others who had been smashed so recently. There was Skrag, of course, smashed in that same battle, fighting that unseen fight. And there was Fingolfin, smashed saving her life in the castle full of shadows. That was four years ago, but four years was not so long for an elf. Like Link, he had been among her best friends, and to have lost two in such a short span of time hurt. A lot.
As Legolie stood wallowing in her misery, a man in a red cape approached her. She knew him without even looking up. “Leinad. It’s been too long. I’m glad you came. Link would have wanted you here.”
He nodded, and she knew he did, still without looking. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“And I for yours. Are you sticking around long?”
“I’m afraid not. There’s trouble back home, bandits. Nothing we can’t handle, though. I promise I’ll stop by if I’m ever in the area.”
Legolie nodded, but he was gone before he saw, leaving her alone in her misery.
Fingolfin was a character in the Kingdoms RP on the LMBs, probably made before LEGO started producing LotR sets. He is in Parts Seven and Eight of Half-Breed.
Fingolfin was a character in the Kingdoms RP on the LMBs, probably made before LEGO started producing LotR sets. He is in Parts Seven and Eight of Half-Breed.
Well I'll be. I just saw it and instantly thought LotR. XD
Fingolfin was a character in the Kingdoms RP on the LMBs, probably made before LEGO started producing LotR sets. He is in Parts Seven and Eight of Half-Breed.
Well I'll be. I just saw it and instantly thought LotR. XD
Yes. Many of the early-ish Kingdoms RP characters were taken from or based on LotR, since there was no LEGO LotR at the time.
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Post by RuleJJ on Dec 28, 2018 17:38:15 GMT
Chapter 9
Three months since the funeral and the wound was still raw. Most days, Legolie could bury the grief enough to function normally, though perhaps not as well as she might have before. Most days, she could see past it enough to be the queen of her people. Today was not one of those days.
Legolie sat alone in her reception room, ruminating on memories of time with those she had lost, not just Link and Fingolfin, but many others as well. Sitting on the throne felt too much like being a ruler, something Legolie was not at all inclined to be today, but there was no other furniture in the room, so she sat on the floor. Perhaps she should have a more comfortable chair brought in for days like this, but such a need had never been necessary in the past. It wasn’t so long ago – could it truly have been only six years? – that Legolie had put in a lot of effort to avoid this room. When exactly had that changed? Had it been when Fingolfin was smashed? When she had finally allowed Ckoro Egas to become her chief advisor? Somewhere in there, she was sure, had been when she matured enough to put a significant portion of her time into actually ruling her country. Of course, she wasn’t exactly doing that now, so maybe she had a long way to go. Sighing, Legolie returned to her grief.
She was soon shaken out of hit, however, by a knock on the door. “I told you, Ckoro. I’m not taking any business today.” The elven queen took a deep breath to suppress her anger. Her chief advisor was not very receptive to her needs on days such as this. He seemed to be of a mind that she was not allowed any breaks in her queenly duties. It could be infuriating sometimes.
Another knock on the door, but this time, before Legolie could say anything, Ckoro spoke. “There’s a visitor, your majesty. He’s one I think you want to see.”
With a deep sigh, Legolie stood up and trudged over to her throne. “Let him in.” The door creaked open and in stepped Leinad ap Payton. Glad to see a friend and pleased that Ckoro had interrupted her with good reason for once, Legolie was lifted temporarily out of her depression. “Welcome, Leinad. What brings you here?”
Leinad smiled. “I’ve come to offer you an adventure.”
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I feel like I really needed to say that. 
I feel like I really needed to say that.