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[omori]

"Hi there!" Lydia yelled, waving her hand. She had let go of her hat, and it fell off of her head. She ran back to pick it up, then went back to running to Torynyal. She finally reached her.
"Hi! Are you an..." her voice cut off when she saw the lute. "Oh, you're not..." Lydia said, a bit dissapointed.

[ocelotboye]

Torynyal Tilts her head at the remark, A Frown on her face replaces the smile.
"What is Not right for a person like you?" She states, A Bit of a piece of wonder in her eye.
She grips the Lute a bit tighter, And lies her other hand on her sword Seth.

[omori]

Lydia's eyes followed Torynyal's hand, which had gripped something that scared Lydia.
She jumped back, then replied.
"No, no, no, no, I was just hoping another adventurer had come by! I just saw the lute in your hand..." Lydia said, her voice trailing off.
"So, you play good?" she asked, pointing to the lute.

**********

Morwen had picked many kingsfoil and began making her way back to Rivendell.

[ocelotboye]

Her hand falls off of the Seth, Without an reply.
She smirked.
"Why i play the finest music in the land, As far as Rivendell anyways." She smiled.
She looked down at the Seth. "No no, I Am not only an Minstrel. I Train in the Fine arts of wielding Weapons Also." She pats the Sword Seth then her eyes trail off to her Staff. "I See you are not from around here?"

Orgonoth Herd something, Not knowing the footsteps of Morwen.
He turns around and sniffs a bit, A growl comes form under his breath.
he steps foward, A twig snaps.

[omori]

"Hmmm, the finest in the land?" Lydia asked, tilting her head.
"You look like you're capable." she said with a laugh.
Her eyes fell to her feet. "No, I'm from pretty far away." Lydia said.

************

Morwen's eyes shot open, hearing the snap. She backed up a few steps, getting very close to a river.
She began to whiper words in an elven language.

[ocelotboye]

She nods, Then smiles.
"Yes, Very so. Now im must be leaving now, For i have a meeting with Butterbur." She waves.
She waves "Gîl síla na lû govaded."

Orgonoth Steps into the Clearing, Revealing himself to Morwen.
His Beastly Figure looks like it can take down many brave men.
Great claws and teeth Emit from his body, Covered in dried blood.
He emits a Low growl.

[omori]

"Butterbur?" Lydia asked herself, confused.
"Um, ok, I don't know what you just said, but bye!" Lydia said, standing on her tip-toes as she waved.
"Oh, and do you have a show tonight?" she yelled behind Torynyal.

********

Morwen closed her eyes. A smile began to grow on her face.
She finished her whispering and began to speak loudly, still talking in elvish.
A quiet roar could be heard from the river, but it was very quiet...

[ocelotboye]

She nods.
"The innkeeper of The Prancing Pony, And yes. I do have a show tonight. Try and come if you can!" She waved as she trotted off to the Inn.

Orgonoth Herd the Sound, He was not stupid as most think wargs are.
He steps back from the banks, A growl can be herd louder.
Making a Break for the forest of Trollshaws.

[omori]

"I'll be there!" Lydia yelled.
She was bored now, with nothing to do.
She fumled with her wand, and admired the beatiful crystal on the end...

*******

Morwen smiled as she let the water return to normal.
She continued her way back to Rivendell.

(Do they have matinence every day? If so, it'll probably start soon... )

[ocelotboye]

Torynyal Steps up to the door of the prancing Pony, Her smile wide and eyes gleaming.
She knocks slightly, Waiting for an reply from the Innkeeper.
Standing there for awhile, Nothing happens.

She knocks harder, Nothing happens.
Odd, That never happens.
She pushes on the door slightly, To her surprise it opens slowly.

Torynyal looks inside, It was empty. A frown grows on her face.
This is the place, Right?
She had to stay somewhere, It was getting dark.

Nothing was anywhere, A dark candle was still flickering in the middle of the room.
An creeping feeling was growing on her, The sound of sniffing was in the back rooms.
A freakish look replaces the frown.
They are here..


Orgonoth Sits at the edge of the river, His gleaming red eyes look at the path.
Waiting for some unlucky elf..