re: games, maybe. would prefer a lotr/got-type setting.

[longshanks]

 
Keeping in mind my ventures as Thorongil against the enemies of Gondor and Rohan, I have no desire to repeat my performance at Umbar, my lady, let alone those across the length and breadth of the known world again. Should you bid me fight then I will do so at your discretion, but first let us find a quieter land. 

Should the lord of this new place be noble in mind and deed, I will follow him.

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[elf_ofthe_9]

At least a few I hear are used to precarious situations. However, you are welcome if you wish to come along, although I would certainly not wish you into danger.

[longshanks]

What are these lands called that would try and spook you? I will apply to my mun for parley on the matter.

[elf_ofthe_9]

Maison de Portes. Just be aware, the one who runs the house, is quite aware of us. Too much so. [An actual sigh and shake of his head] They knew what I fear before my mun bothered to behave herself and look!

[longshanks]

How could anyone know that? Sorcery?

[elf_ofthe_9]

I have no idea to be honest with you. I suppose the same way mine does.

[longshanks]

Until then, at least, I have you here with me. That is some small consolation, knowing what lies ahead.

[elf_ofthe_9]

[A small laugh]

As if any of the Fellowship is truly far from one another after all that!

[longshanks]

[ Pft, have a small smile. ]

That is true. I sometimes imagine four young hobbits tripping up my feet in a rush to get to the nearest ripe blackberry bush of a night. What lucid greedy ghosts they are.

[elf_ofthe_9]

This is very true indeed! Yet, one cannot help but feel a bit sad to not have them around, don't you think? A wonderful race that all of Middle-Earth missed knowing of!

[longshanks]

I do concede that the universal concept of second-breakfast would be a good one.

[elf_ofthe_9]

Shall the King be adding this to his edicts the next time I am in the great city of Gondor?

[longshanks]

I would not know, I have yet to rise to such a position.

[elf_ofthe_9]

You should keep it in mind. I am sure it would quite clearly amuse all.


[ooc: Where's your Aragorn taken from? I pull Legalos about the time the Fellowship dissolves near Fangorn]

[longshanks]

I shall write in a law that all Elves are to attend no less than three breakfasts. Your people will all look to you to extend their thanks for that.





[ OOC: Just after the battle of Helm's Deep, atm! ]

[elf_ofthe_9]

Ai, Aragorn, to do so would mean your Queen shall grow quite wide! She would suffer with the Elves, after all. Is that what you truly wish?

[Yet he's amused as can be]

[ooc: Ooh]

[longshanks]

[ Damn, he never thought of that. ]

Then it will be a gesture of special reverence to the brave Crown Prince of Eryn Lasgalen, who will always be presented with three dishes more than what anyone else can eat at all mealtimes as a token of the King's esteem.

I will have you rounder than Gimli, you wait.

[elf_ofthe_9]

Horrible! You would turn me into a Dwarf?

[Legolas feigns a scandalized look]

[longshanks]

[ Feigns a moment of consideration, eyeing him up and down. ]

You look halfway there already.

[ And have a pat on the shoulder. ]

[elf_ofthe_9]

[Still acting injured, Legolas reaches over a bit to tug on a bit of Aragorn's stubble]

You suit a dwarf far more than I, Elessar! Perhaps we should change your name to negythsar!


[ooc: Horrid Sindarin go!]