The Shire

* Suddenly into view below came a white horse. The rider’s cloak streamed behind him, and his hood was thrown back; his silver hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his speed as he came closer to the pair. His ride was graceful and elegant. As he spoke to the pair with a voice that did not hide his Sindaria nobility.*

Greetings unto you.

Yrobryn felt interrupted by the figure that came, but since Yrobryn was never knew by his rudeness but by is manners and hospitality, he said turning his head to him

Greetings for you too!

He could not fail to notice the accent, the nobility in his words.

What brings you across this lands? He asked with his finest voice, his accent, showing his own "men" nobility. Such seemed to be rare since the line of nobles broke with the passing time.

Huumm... Greetings stranger...
Maërwen looked at the man suspicious. Though there was something familiar on him.

*Ryuu nodded slowly to both of them, acknowledging them both and he dismounted the horse with grace that befitted an elf.*

I am Isamu Ryuu. I was just.."passing by", these lands..

*His head turned to the green fields.*

When I chanced upon this ....meeting.

*Turning his head back once again to look upon the pair, slowly reading them both as he spoke to the elf in her head*
<<<manke is your eska nessa hin? >>

By the looks of it, you are probably from Minas Tirith, the nobility in you does betray you,rider..

Slightly surprised Yrobryn answered

So i too noticed your nobility fellow traveler, your voice remembers me of old friends of mine, nobles elfs. He said remembering past adventures.

But tell me, where are you heading? He then asked

<<My eska is i' taure.>> She said to the noble elf through her mind.

I head to where the winds takes me, rider..And yourself? what do you seek among the halflings?

*Isamu's eyes turned to the young elf*
<<Aye tanya ta is...i' taure is eska a' ilya n'e nosse..>>

*Isamu noticed the slight lack of manners on the parts of the pair gathered there, but as it was, men and a lost elf..He thought it was forgivable*

I came here to inform and ask for the halflings help to fight the new dark presence that spreads from Mordor, new alliances are needed. Now i am preparing to return to Minas Tirith, my fellow warriors can need my help at any time he said

By the way, my name is Yrobryn, son of Rabryn, Captain of Gondor He proudly said

*Isamu's eyes lighted up as a smile came upon his face. "Maybe there was hope for this one", he thought.*
Very well Yrobryn, Captain of Gondor. I wish you the best with your endeavours. This world needs brave men to defend it.
*he bowed to the captain.*

Yrobryn bowed in response
May you ride to where you are needed. Farewell Isamu, noble of the elves!
He said not stating anything about him not beeing completly of the race of men.

He turned to Maërwen and asked
Have you decided where you go now?

The wind begun to increase, clouds were now hiding the sun, there was even the possibility of rainning.

Uma... She nods in agreement. Ar' ro is il a edan, ro is a dúnedain.
Then she bowed. Namaarie heru en amin.
As the noble elf leaved, she turned to Yrobryn. I do not know... I think I will go with you if there is no problem...

*Isamu got on his horse with grace blessed to the Elves. He looked towards the young elf and nodded once and said before galoping off*

Quel tidings deno' lle.

*It seemed strange and funny how men seemed to forget that the Numenorian were men themselves, the children of Ilúvatar. But they were men and pride was one of their more promiment weaknesses, and his company was a young elf. She had much to learn and without the guidance of a proper master, he wondered how well she would fare. But dwelling upon trivial things as these was not becoming, he had a task at hand and that was of the utmost importance.
The forces of Mordor strengthen each day and he was on a quest that would most likely end in him journeying o the Halls of Mando, judging by what he had seen so far.

He rode driven by purpose, with a hope..only a fool's hope that Mordor could be stopped once again, should it reach it's former glory for Sauron would surely return during the Dagor Dagorath, being a Valar himself. He thought to himself "manka ta is il ended sii', ta aa' be too telwa" *

Good, there is anything that i want more Yrobryn said to Maërwen
We shall leave the Shire at once, come! He then said jumping to his Horse Mordo
Let's go 'haba ra mellon' he wispered to his loyal horse

Maërwen smilled and monted her horse.
<<Ama tyelka.>> She whispered to the horse. It was an extra agility spell to Beleg.
Then she asked Yrobryn. An lema?
There were some thoughts that weren't leaving her mind in peace.
How did Yrobryn learn elvish? It was a language that even I am almost forgetting.
And the noble elf... There was something strange about him... I have a feeling I already knew this man... But probably not since I spent a lot of time on the forest. Well... Maybe... Humm... No... Anyway, he leaved. And so do I. She thought to herself while riding her horse.

Yrobryn smiled to Maërwen while they were starting their journey to Minas Tirith.

We may need to stop to pass the night, what about Isengard? He said to her.
He too wanted to see if the old influence left by saruman was able to taint the lands through all this ages that passed.
I wonder if the Ents still hold that land. He thought loud, letting the pretty elf hear.

I don't know Isengard. But if you find it suitable I am with you.
The Ents... is that big trees that talk...? I remember a story about Ents... Or maybe was a myth...

You can say that He asnwered to the ent comment from Maërwen
We shall go then, follow me he said with aparent excitment in his noble voice

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