Author's note:
The writer's of each chapter (so far) are the person who's P.O.V. it is so blame any errors on them ;) (though I did try to edit/correct all i could, but Word's spell check is not infallible :P )
The OCs are:
Angdalen Durendis of Gondor, and her friend/servant (who's mute) Belecthor
They are owned by me.
Ysera Nightraven
She is owned by...well i don't know her name, i only know her by Ysera ;)
as yet to be named stranger
Is owned by Excaldiar.
This story started as a forum RP on our kinship's (on the Imladris server) website for the game Lord of the Rings On-line.
The kin is called "Guard of the Citadel" and for the back story on the kin as well as most of these characters is at
(and for some odd reason it wont let me put a link here so check my profile for the link if you want)
Anyway, please read and review!
It was a dark and rainy night….
A figure dressed in a black hauberk, cloak and wide-brimmed hat walked mostly unnoticed down the streets of Bree, trying to avoid the puddles as much as possible.
Glancing up she saw the sign swaying in the wind, faintly lit by the flickering glow of a lantern. "The prancing pony" It read. She looked down again pulling her hat lower to try and block out the driving rain as she made her way up the stairs and opened the door.
Once inside the smell of beer and wet patrons hit here, but after a moment it was no longer offending, it almost became welcoming.
She saw her father's old friend and faithful servant, Belecthor sitting at a table in a corner waiting for her and made her way over to him.
"The note I received said to meet them here." She when she had sat down, "And from the looks of the weather I'm thinking it would be best if we stayed the night." She said taking off her hat and tried to dry the feather.
Belecthor nodded and gestured with his hands.
"No Bel, I do not know what a Guard of the Citadel would be doing way out here, but father was sent to meet him," Belecthor motions again, "yes or her, so we shall meet `them' and hopefully find out what fathers mission was."
Belecthor nodded and leaned back in his chair and took a drink of his ale then set it on the table again.
And though he cannot speak he has mastered the art of making himself understood without words.
Thus so he asked if he could get Angdalen anything to eat or drink, she nodded and he went to go find Mr. Butterbur.
Just then the door to the inn opened again and another figure similarly dressed entered the room…