CIMORENE: *she nearly falls over* What? You are, aren't you?
NARRATOR: Elder:What is a wizard?
CIMORENE: *she seems to be faltering for an answer* Someone who is very very old and can do magic
NARRATOR: Elder:*walks up to you*
NARRATOR: Elder:*winks and whispers*Then I suppose I fit the description.
NARRATOR: *he starts laughing fairly loudly too*
CIMORENE: *is instantly taken aback* But..... what is your name?
NARRATOR: Elder:*serious again*Why do you want to know mine so much when I do not know yours?
NARRATOR: Elder:It is only polite for a guest to introduce themself
CIMORENE: *she smiles from under her hood* Because I asked first.
NARRATOR: *he readies himself to speak*
CIMORENE: *she leans forward a little, craning her ears for his next words*
NARRATOR: Elder:My name then is Mundin. I am Mundin Flet the Blue.
CIMORENE: *even though she already knows the answer, she simply has to ask* The Blue what?
NARRATOR: Mundin:*confused*"the what?". I am the Blue. *chuckles a little* That is the end of my title.
CIMORENE: *she chuckles back, then bows deeply* I am Cimorene, of the Western Lands.
NARRATOR: Mundin:Yes,*knowingly*"the shadow of the west" that I saw from afar...
CIMORENE: People keep calling me that... why am I the "Shadow", my lord? *she straightens*
NARRATOR: Mundin:You need not address me as your lord. You are the shadow of the might of the west; our only real hope for survival.
CIMORENE: *she raises an eyebrow at this* Survival of what?
NARRATOR: Mundin:The survival of Galtair. *leans in and whispers*I have forseen our downfall and it comes soon.
CIMORENE: *she leans in as well* What will happen, my lord?
NARRATOR: Mundin:A great host will destroy us. But I have seen you saving us and have seen you not as well.
CIMORENE: *she leans back again* I did not come here to save Galtaire, my lord
NARRATOR: Mundin:*leans out as well and sighs*Yes, as I say; I have seen you not saving us as well
CIMORENE: *she smiles* I never said I wouldn't save it.
NARRATOR: Mundin:What is it that you are here for? And what is your true name young lady?
CIMORENE: Cimorene, daughter of Nanorene, of the Grey Havens
NARRATOR: Mundin:Well met Cimorene. What are your intentions towards this country?
CIMORENE: Sister to Belegar, the great Elven Commander of Gondor, and pupil of Sarumon the White. I am Cimorene the Violet, at your service.
NARRATOR: Mundin:*perks up a bit*Quite a life you have led my dear elf.
CIMORENE: *she smiles a little* Not nearly the life you have led, Blue Wizard
NARRATOR: Mundin:Wizard? I have still never heard this word. I think, though, that my master has lived much longer than I.
CIMORENE: And who is your master?
NARRATOR: Mundin:My master is Alatar from the west.
CIMORENE: (Do I know that name?)
CIMORENE: (OO! Insight check!)
NARRATOR: (do it laura!)
CIMORENE: (12)
NARRATOR: *you recall he was one of the blue wizards you are looking for*
CIMORENE: *she nods* I have heard tales of him
NARRATOR: Mundin:Truly? I did not realize he was so renowned. Is my master why you have come here?
CIMORENE: *she raises her eyes to the ceiling* Partly.
NARRATOR: Mundin:*his eyes squint a moment*He is then.
CIMORENE: YOu are the reason, also.
NARRATOR: *he looks confused*
CIMORENE: *she smiles* My master is gone, and his compatriots have sent me on a quest. You and your master are at the center of it
NARRATOR: *he seems to be urging you to continue*
CIMORENE: *she takes a deep breath* But we can worry about all that later. It is not a terribly pressing matter. What is pressing is the direness of your fair city
NARRATOR: Mundin:Yes, the end will be soon. I cannot see where it comes from, though.
CIMORENE: hmmmmm
CIMORENE: You have the gift of foresight then?
NARRATOR: Mundin:*matter-of-factly*Of course
CIMORENE: *she holds out her hand* Then look into the what-may-be of my life. Perhaps we can deduce what I will be fighting, so that we may know our enemy
NARRATOR: Mundin:*non-chalantly*I will try. *grabs your hand*
CIMORENE: *closes her eyes*
NARRATOR: *nothing changes for you at all*
NARRATOR: *mundin lets go*
NARRATOR: Mundin:*breaths a deep breath*That did little good.
CIMORENE: But it did some good
CIMORENE: What did you see, my lord Mundin?
NARRATOR: Mundin:*hesitates*I saw a glimpse of your future...
NARRATOR: Mundin:*more certain now*It was in the mountains...
CIMORENE: *she gazes at him intently*
NARRATOR: Mundin:*continues hesitantly again*I believe our threat is in the mountains. *quietly adds*Take your elf friend with you, I cannot stress this enough.
CIMORENE: Elf friend? Melendar! Oh my goodness, I completely forgot about him!
NARRATOR: (was that in-game?)
CIMORENE: (yup)
NARRATOR: (k)
NARRATOR: Mundin:Is he outside?
CIMORENE: *she nods* I left him with Igiwi. I wanted you to look at him. H'es under some sort of spell or magic
CIMORENE: at least, I think he is. His memory is gone.
NARRATOR: Mundin:*clearly intrigued*Bring him in, by all means*smiles*
CIMORENE: *she goes to the door and calls for Melendar*
NARRATOR: *melendar looks into the room timidly as igiwi opens the door, then slowly walks in*
CIMORENE: *she smiles calmingly at Melendar*
NARRATOR: Mundin:*to melendar*Hello friend, I hear you are having some trouble remembering who it is you are.
NARRATOR: Melendar:*to mundin cautiously*I have been having some trouble in that area, yes.
NARRATOR: Mundin:*to melendar*Would you be averse to my trying to find out what happened to you?
NARRATOR: Melendar:*to mundin*You want to read my mind right?
NARRATOR: Mundin:*clearly surprised and slightly taken aback*Yes, I do. Would you be so kind as to give me your hand?
NARRATOR: Melendar:*to you*What do you think Cimorene?
CIMORENE: *she reaches over and takes Melendar's hand, squeezing it firmly with a kind smile*
CIMORENE: As strange as it seems, I want the old Melendar back
NARRATOR: *melendar shrugs and holds out his hand*
NARRATOR: *mundin takes it and closes his eyes as they begin to fly back and forth under their lids*
NARRATOR: *this goes on for moments*
NARRATOR: *then mundin lets go*
NARRATOR: Mundin:*to all*I regret to tell you there is little I have learned. The past is much harder to read than the future for me. I only saw a great struggle that our elf friend here ended himself for whatever reason and in whatever way. The rest was veiled from my sight.
CIMORENE: *her eyes drop, strangely sad at this news* I see... my lord, is there somewhere we may stay in town?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to you from the entrance*You may stay with me if you like.
CIMORENE: *she smiles brightly at him* Really? I'd like that.
NARRATOR: Mundin:*shrugs*There are many respectable taverns in the city that you will find no troulbe in.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Excellent.
CIMORENE: *she bows to Mundin* Please forgive me, my lord, but I must think about all you have said before I can continue to plan my days
NARRATOR: Mundin:That is fine. But I urge you to not dally too much. Time is limited*winks*
CIMORENE: *she grins back* I will not.
CIMORENE: What will you do, Melendar?
NARRATOR: Melendar:*confused*I thought I was going with you?
NARRATOR: Melendar:If you want I could do something else, but I believe that would be running
CIMORENE: *she nods* I thought so too.... *she puts a hand on his shoulder* I must never again forget that my thoughts are not the thoughts of another. YOu are not my prisoner, melendar. You are my friend. You may do as you please.
NARRATOR: Melendar:Then I will tag-along with you a bit more.
CIMORENE: *she winks at him* I'd like that,
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to mundin*Thank you elder for your counsel but we must take our leave
NARRATOR: Melendar:*to you*Good*smiles*
CIMORENE: *she nods to Mundin* Indeed. Good rest, my lord
NARRATOR: Mundin:*to igiwi*Igiwi, it is no trouble at all. *to all*Go now and take some rest.
CIMORENE: *she follows Igiwi, already lost in her thoughts*
NARRATOR: *igiwi leads the two of you to a small hut amidst the white buildings*
NARRATOR: *it takes some minutes to get there due to the cities size*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*points to the simple hut*This is my home. Though I seldom am here...
NARRATOR: Melendar:Could be crafted better...
CIMORENE: *she whistles for Bard, then smiles at Igiwi* Home is simply not for the restless people.... *she whaps Melendar on the arm* Be polite!
CIMORENE: (*is falling over laughing in real life* She's scolding the most powerful elf left in Middle Earth!!!)
NARRATOR: Melendar:*nurses his bruise and says back like a child*We'll see if I want to...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*to you both*He is right, the place is little more than a safe area to sleep in. But safe it is and I invite you two in.
CIMORENE: *she shakes her head at Melendar, then smiles at Igiwi* We thank you for the offer. *she heads inside*
NARRATOR: *the two follow*
NARRATOR: (how do you want to work your days of contemplation?)
CIMORENE: (days? I just wanted a few hours, honestly)
NARRATOR: (oh)
NARRATOR: (okay well what will happen over those hours?)
CIMORENE: *She turns to the two men* I am going to meditate... is that all right?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Fine by me, I have to go gather news from town in any event. We could benefit by knowing current events
CIMORENE: *she nods*
NARRATOR: Melendar:I will give you your time, Cimorene. I don't know what i'll do...*pauses*but I am sure i can come up with something.
NARRATOR: *igiwi leaves*
CIMORENE: *glances at Melendar, suddenly being very alone with him, and goes to sit on the floor near a window*
NARRATOR: Melendar:I will take my leave then
NARRATOR: *melendar walks off*
CIMORENE: Wait....
NARRATOR: *he turns around*
CIMORENE: I am going to try something... and it could be dangerous. Please..... stay with me. Please?
NARRATOR: Melendar:*very very hesitantly*What are you trying to do?
CIMORENE: There is something hunting me in my dreams, and I fear that it will come to this town. And I know that it hurt you and took away who you are. I'm going to find it and get some answers.
NARRATOR: Melendar:You are going to bring a dream out of the dream?
CIMORENE: No, I'm going to trap a demon in a dream and make him talk.
NARRATOR: Melendar:What can I do to help you then?
NARRATOR: *he clearly looks confused*
CIMORENE: Just stay here.... and watch me. If it looks like I'm in pain, wake me.
NARRATOR: Melendar:*cautiously*Very well...
CIMORENE: Honestly, I don't know what you can do anymore... and I plan on changing that and saving this town. I won't let him hurt you or anyone else...
NARRATOR: *he seems to have little idea of what you mean*
CIMORENE: I don't pretend to know what's going on either. Just.... don't leave me.
NARRATOR: Melendar:Very well. I will stay here and if it looks like you need to be awoken, I will awaken you.
CIMORENE: thank you. *she closes her eyes and opens her mind, hoping to dream*
NARRATOR: *you dream*
CIMORENE: (I was hoping to, after that speech)
NARRATOR: *it i hardly cloudy at all*
NARRATOR: *you are on green grass on a nice enough hill*
CIMORENE: *she stands tall, eyes searching* I know that you're there! Come out!
NARRATOR: What is it? Haven't you had enough?
NARRATOR: *the voice is as meanacing as ever and you cannot forget that it can show you the horror that it already has*
CIMORENE: I want some answers.
NARRATOR: *the horrid cackle again*
NARRATOR: do you now?
CIMORENE: Who are you?
NARRATOR: lord of the east
CIMORENE: Why do you hunt me?
NARRATOR: because i can
NARRATOR: why have you come?
CIMORENE: Because this is my mind, and you have invaded it. And because I will stop you from hurting my lands.
NARRATOR: I hurt non of your lands, you have invavded mine
CIMORENE: The east is not yours.
NARRATOR: *more cackling*
NARRATOR: *the earth shakes a bit*
NARRATOR: we will see who is right about that soon enough
CIMORENE: Was Melendar in your service?
NARRATOR: that elf wretch?
NARRATOR: he is useless wouldn't you agree?
CIMORENE: Was he in your service or not?
NARRATOR: but he should serve as a reminder to you not to oppose me
NARRATOR: *the sky darkens VERY fast*
NARRATOR: *the earth begins to rumble*
NARRATOR: do not oppose me or his fate will be a dream compared to yours
NARRATOR: *in the distance you can see something come up threw the ground*
NARRATOR: *straining to see you find it is a huge mountain*
CIMORENE: You cannot frighten me, Shadow. You have nothing here. No power. No power against me or what I choose to protect.
NARRATOR: *the top turns into a volcano*
NARRATOR: no power have i?
NARRATOR: *the voice snickers*
NARRATOR: then let us see what you think of this...
NARRATOR: *the volcano very slowly starts to let off magma*
NARRATOR: *and that is all that happens*
CIMORENE: *she raises an eyebrow* It's a very pretty volcano.
NARRATOR: *you begin to realize that though it seems you are in open country the magma hits invisible walls and slowly starts to fill the room*
NARRATOR: *the whole bottom of the room is covered in the hot magma and you realize that for some reason you feel.... hot*
CIMORENE: *she glares at the sky* What is your objective? What is your true purpose?
NARRATOR: *no response*
NARRATOR: *now only the mountain and your small hill are above this magma flow*
NARRATOR: *it is getting very close and it is getting unbearably hot*
CIMORENE: *she stumbles a little, yelling into the sky* What is your name?
NARRATOR: *there is about 2ft seperating you on all sides from boiling magma*
NARRATOR: *there is no reponse in the sky*
CIMORENE: *she screams up at the sky* Are you afraid to face me yourself, you cowardly snake?!
NARRATOR: *no response*
NARRATOR: *the magma finally takes you*
NARRATOR: *your feet are in more pain than you could believe*
NARRATOR: *you start to sink as if going deeper into water as the excrutiating pain goes up you*
CIMORENE: *she screams, then tries to leap into the air and fly*
NARRATOR: *you fly upward only to find you have no feet and the pain does not stop*
NARRATOR: *it causes you to cry out against yourself*
CIMORENE: *she screams*
NARRATOR: *the magma comes up higher and higher much faster as you hit the ceiling...*
NARRATOR: *you awake suddenly to find melendar staring at you*
NARRATOR: melendar:wake up cimorene!
CIMORENE: *she gasps and jerks upwards, panting and covered in sweat. She grabs at her robes, throwing them up around her thighs and inspecting her feet*
NARRATOR: *your feet are indeed still there*
NARRATOR: *but they do feel hot*
NARRATOR: Melendar:You were going into convulsions
NARRATOR: *he looks freaked out*
CIMORENE: *she holds her head in her hands, groaning* Sorry if I scared you... but at least I know who I'm up against now....
NARRATOR: Melendar:*anxious*You do? What did you find out?
CIMORENE: He calls himself the Lord of the East... and he finds you weak.
NARRATOR: Melendar:*clenches his teeth and fists*We'll see who's weak if we meet...
NARRATOR: *his face turns into the old melendar for a moment*
CIMORENE: *she smiles a little, seeing that face* You didn;t leave...
NARRATOR: Melendar:*confused again*Whatever the case, I am here now. Lord of the East? Are we in the east?
CIMORENE: Sort of...
NARRATOR: *he's still confused*
CIMORENE: We're more North than East... and there is only Mordor and the Rhun Sea to the east
NARRATOR: Melendar:*throws his hands up in defeat* have it your way
NARRATOR: Melendar:What do we do now?
CIMORENE: *she blinks* What have I said to upset you?
NARRATOR: Melendar:Nothing, I am giving up on understanding where I am is all
CIMORENE: *she nods slowly, somewhat annoyed with having simpleton comrades. But she shrugs* I suppose we go back and see the Elder, unless you would like to sleep. I can guard if you wish
NARRATOR: (sorry laura, you ARE an elf afterall and have lived quite awhile)
CIMORENE: (lol..... I'm not annoyed, CImorene is)
NARRATOR: Melendar:No, I want to go off on my own for a time. See what this place has to offer. I will return by nightfall.
NARRATOR: *he turns to walk off*
CIMORENE: *she nods* All right.... be careful...
CIMORENE: Melendar?
NARRATOR: melendar:Yes?
CIMORENE: *she gets up and walks up to him, smiling a little. She reaches up and kisses him on the cheek* Thank you for waking me up.
NARRATOR: Melendar:*blushes seemingly uncontrollably*You are welcome. *regains his composure*I will see you in time.
NARRATOR: *he walks off*
CIMORENE: *she watches him for a moment, then shakes her head before walking back towards the Elder's house*
CIMORENE: (My eyes are drooping)
NARRATOR: (you want to throw in the towel?)
CIMORENE: (COnsider it thrown)
NARRATOR: END