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- Alder - 12-19-2011 [html]Ethereal Eclipse, for Frodo. Set after this thread, at sunset. [/html] - Frodo Silvertongue - 12-19-2011 [html] Frodo Silvertongue
homgosh @ stay gold - ponyboy in alder's title. I squealed at this. My room mates think I'm crazy D8 the outsiders ftw though :> His feeble attempts at fighting from horseback had got slightly better. His skill was developing slowly but surely, and soon he would have a firm base for both attack and defence, his own technique to weave and mould as he pleased. For once today he was riding Strider - the white stallion had a thing or two to protest about the fact Frodo now had a secondary horse that needed constant training, so Frodo decided it was time to give the horse a bit of attention today. Ethereal eclipse was a place he was more than mildly familiar with and so their destination was there. The plan was for just a little bit of casual riding, however Frodo had brought Sting with him just in case an opportunity for him to use the sword arose. Sting was now another of his favourite possessions. It swung now from his tool belt that also served as a sheath for both the sword and his dagger. Apart from the belt the man had a simple, brown leather shirt on his body, and of course the hooded cloak he was so fond of. Gently, the man squeezed his steed into a canter. Bareback he was, and without a care in the world he rode in a way that more civilized wolves might frown upon. He barely even bothered to hold on as the horse sped up of it's own free will, jumping over a nearby log and from there dancing into gallop. The curly furred wolf grinned, his tongue flying out of his mouth, but then realised it was probably better to halt when he saw two figures up ahead. Tampa! En! he cried out, and the horse quickly slowed down into a canter, and by the time they had reached Alder and Hawthorn, they were at a gentle trot. You silly ol' pumpkin head! he muttered to himself, worried because they'd almost practically ran over the horse and his boy. Ello. he said then, tapping Strider to a halt. He vaulted off the horse and grinned at Alder and Hawthorn, eager to make friends - the norm for the lively boy. I'm Frodo, so I am. Sorry if we mighta startled you both a bitty bit there, rookie. he paused and scratched one ear thoughtfully. Actin' somethin' like a jackaroo, an' somethin' like a frogger today, am I... he looked up, intense green eyes glowing. Get me, skipper? .freetable-f06 p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-f06 b {color:#E5CDB6;} .freetable-f06-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#27180A; text-shadow:#F8E1CA 0px 0px 5px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:350px;} .freetable-f06-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .freetable-f06 {background-color:#8F7154; border:1px solid #E5CDB6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#352516; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding: 3px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #E5CDB6; width:85%; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 12-19-2011 [html] [/html] - Frodo Silvertongue - 12-19-2011 [html] Frodo Silvertongue
poor alder...frodo's a dorkface It was a shame that his string of muddled words and sentences didn't seem to have much of an affect on the stranger other than make Alder quite confused. Frodo pouted slightly and then ran a hand through his curly ginger hair, grinning all the while despite being upset he wasn't seeming to communicate with Alder. His thoughts were confirmed when the young man told him he didn't understand. S'just the way it is. Frodo commented thoughtfully, rubbing his chin like a wise man. He looked up, gazing intently at Alder, wanting more than anything to get through to him. Let us start again, my old china... he said as slowly and as clearly as he could, but the words from his lips were as heavily accented as they usually were. I'm Frodo, skip- he was about to add a jolly little name or catchphrase as per usual but then held it back in a gulp, correcting himself. It made his eyes water with the effort. Silly old Frodo. I mean, I'm Frodo. he said carefully, pursing his maw in a deluded manner. His gaze shifted between the huge shire horse and Alder in awe, wondering what it would be like to ride such a huge beast of a horse. His Strider was apparently tall at 16 hh, but obviously not when in the presence of Hawthorn. The white stallion hung back nervously, as usual scared of strangers, his snorting wild and audible. This was just why Frodo needed another horse...he loved Strider, and Strider was best when they needed to get somewhere as fast as possible, or somewhere dangerous, however he was no good in social conflicts. The mare Rohan was better suited to such meetings. What's your name, if I may ask, my jolly green gian-? he caught himself again, scowling. This time it was himself who he talked to, quite angry indeed. Jjjjayzus, I can't do this! Shoot, I really cant! but then he looked up triumphantly, shaking his head. No such word as cant. he muttered to himself heftily. No such word as babagoozle, either! he exclaimed wildly, throwing a pleased-with-himself look at Alder. Surely, if Alder was confused before, he would be perplexed at this stage. .freetable-f06 p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-f06 b {color:#E5CDB6;} .freetable-f06-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#27180A; text-shadow:#F8E1CA 0px 0px 5px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:350px;} .freetable-f06-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .freetable-f06 {background-color:#8F7154; border:1px solid #E5CDB6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#352516; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding: 3px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #E5CDB6; width:85%; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 12-19-2011 [html]He gets confused lol & Frodo is so cute! [/html] - Frodo Silvertongue - 12-20-2011 [html] Frodo Silvertongue
xD hehe thanks =3 Finally he got something out of the stranger. Alder was a funny name, one he hadn’t heard before, but it interested him all the same and his head tilted to the side a little, grinning a little. Cour des Miracles was a pack he was familiar with for the most part - familiar not with how it looked but he knew who ran it and was acquainted - and good friends to say the least- with the leader’s son. I know a kid from there. he noted, inhaling softly. Skoll Haskel. You know ‘im? Good kid. Tuppance for his record and all that. his tail wagged just briefly and then intense eyes gazed towards the heavy bred shire, Hawthorn - as introduced- reaching out with his nose for some form of contact with Frodo. The friendliness of the horse was something he was somewhat unaccustomed to; and it was nice for a change for him not having to work to get a horse to spark interest in him.Cormlle naa tanya tel’raa. he spoke fondly, pushing his palm to brush against the horse’s large nose. Mae govannen, Hawthorn. The emerald eyed male looked up suddenly to the question about his own pack. The man nodded simply, drawing his contact away from Hawthorn with a swoosh of his hand, now all focus directed at Alder. I am. An’ before you ask, I weren’t involved in the war. I’ve only jus’ came back, after a long trip north, savvy? he ran a hand through the flower-born hair, tossing auburn streaks out of the way of his eyes and tossing the mane halfway over his shoulder. The curly fur on his head was constantly, a mess, however it was kept roughly short so it was easy to move if need be. Still, it was quite an annoyance to him for the moment, as he was constantly pushing it back. .freetable-f06 p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-f06 b {color:#E5CDB6;} .freetable-f06-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#27180A; text-shadow:#F8E1CA 0px 0px 5px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:350px;} .freetable-f06-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .freetable-f06 {background-color:#8F7154; border:1px solid #E5CDB6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#352516; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding: 3px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #E5CDB6; width:85%; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 12-20-2011 [html] [/html] - Frodo Silvertongue - 01-05-2012 [html] Frodo Silvertongue
He was glad to know Alder knew Skoll's father. Skoll himself had proclaimed himself a prince, and the son of a great leader, and Frodo, being Frodo, had believed him straight away. So it was no surprise to hear this from another. Smiling warmly, his eyes flickered to the left to watch how Strider reacted to Alder's greeting. Cold the horse was, but he was not without heart, merely constantly concerned for his rider's well being. The horse snapped up his head and snorted through nourished nostrils, his muzzle curling slightly but not in anger or hostility. Strider was defiant, fierce, and arrogant, but he knew a fellow that knew his way around horses when he saw one. Frodo couldn't speak a word of low speech, so it interested Strider to hear a high speaker emit his most common tongue. Frodo smiled warmly and nodded. Yes, it was behind them, so he hoped. He'd lost a friend or two in the war he'd missed and regretted his pack had fought in one, but he was much glad it was over. The next question tugged a hole in his heart for a moment or two before he answered, albeit taken off guard. Nah. it might have seemed that was the end of it, and there was nothing more to be said, but that would have left Frodo rude. And he wasn't rude, if he could help it. When he told others of his past, it was somewhat of a mixed reception he was given. But he was who he was. Folk judged him for being a gypsy, or for have being a gypsy, and the fact he couldn't stay in a single place for long. Born a gypsy, me. My birth pack stayed in New Zealand for t'most o' me chil'hood. Fishin' for crabs if there ever were, I daresay. he sighed, dreamily wondering back to the rolling mountains of where he had grown up. The place he spoke of was so far away. He had travelled far to where he was now. But I ent never in one place fer long. I've been everywhere, me. And then I ended up in AniWaya. Must be fate. Or somethin'k of the sort. he suddenly looked up to the sky, smiling widely. Someone's up there, watchin' over me! Mark my words! .freetable-f06 p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-f06 b {color:#E5CDB6;} .freetable-f06-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#27180A; text-shadow:#F8E1CA 0px 0px 5px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:350px;} .freetable-f06-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .freetable-f06 {background-color:#8F7154; border:1px solid #E5CDB6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#352516; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding: 3px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #E5CDB6; width:85%; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 01-06-2012 [html] [/html] - Frodo Silvertongue - 01-11-2012 [html] Frodo Silvertongue
The light-hearted and friendly banter was dearly met with gratitude. Frodo inhaled the now familiar scent of Alder and Hawthorn, accustomed to their presence and very casual in the way he held himself, even leaning against a tree that was beside him to listen to Alder, to support himself as he felt the conversation would happily go on for a while. In the introducing and friendly talk, he had been smiling all the while, however the smile soon vanished at the mention of ships. Sure, he had been on plenty in his time, but there was one ship that had pained him gently. The memories that arose from it had been dug down deep, and he had yet to tell anybody his story. While he would not explain all of it though, he felt it was time to come clean, and maybe discussing it would be the only way to get rid of the memory for good. Many-a-ships I've ridden on, to get across't'sea. But the last one I been on...why, the last one... tenderly, he frowned, and then turned his back to Alder. The man unfastened his cloak first and it fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. The fact that he was undressing might have quite shocked Alder, however Frodo continued all the same. The youth unbuttoned his shirt fully, and then slid it halfway down his back. Immediately, the great gashes in his body were evident. As best as he could back-to-front, he ran hands over the puckered skin on his back, making sure to show Alder this was what he wanted to show him. The scars were many in quantity, turning his back a bit like a piece of paper that a child had scribbled on. Las' ship I been on, they did this. he said quietly, and then as quickly as he had undressed, he pulled up his shirt and fastened the cloak round his body once more. Cautiously, the young man aimed a far-fetched, weak smile at Alder, waiting to see any reaction about what he made of it. .freetable-f06 p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .freetable-f06 b {color:#E5CDB6;} .freetable-f06-b {width:402px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-name {font-family:georgia, serif; color:#27180A; text-shadow:#F8E1CA 0px 0px 5px; margin:-7px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:350px;} .freetable-f06-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .freetable-f06 {background-color:#8F7154; border:1px solid #E5CDB6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#352516; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:400px; text-align:justify; padding: 3px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .freetable-f06-divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #E5CDB6; width:85%; margin:0px auto;} </style> [/html] - Alder - 01-16-2012 [html] [/html] |