Rivendell - Act 1 Scene 2
The fellowship gathers in the courtyard of Julia's residence. They sit on oaken chairs with an oaken table in the middle. Tea is passed around.
= Enters Mark, Rae, Angeline, Cynthia
Mark: A hunch! I knew it! That mongrel of a son bore feelings for the lady! Hear him croon, hear him whimper! I
shall take none of it!
Angeline: Oh be quiet! That mongrel of a son you so dismissivly addressed is our friend! Is it the eyes of green overpowering
your mind, your thoughts and your actions? Or is this the manner of one lost in love?
Mark: Neither! For unless the lady consents in the light of the fellowship, she belongs not, to the love i witness! And
she shall not! I fear not!
Angeline: Ah! Reason has not seen reason with itself then?
Rae: Love is all but reason.
Mark: Hear hear! Leave the wise words to an old lady!
*slams fist in anger*
Cynthia: Hold your tongue! She is wiser than you Mark, son of Gorn the Wealthy. For all of your fathers wealth bought you all
that needs no heed from us! Repent! How such so are you just in remarking that of Rae? Rae has seen more of the Mortal Realm than that of yours Mark. Therefore cower, or silence!
Rae: Forgive the 'un, the seedling has much to learn. Even trees take time to grow.
Mark: Vile sepernts reside in the depths of both your throats! I shall hear none of this!
= Leaves Cynthia, enters Vincent and Thomas
Vicent: A good timing perhaps? I swore a thunderstorm passed by.
Thomas: Ze storm it was! A very bleak storm.
Mark: Sigh. This is true, my friends. This cannot hold for long. I fear myself shattering into pieces not even the best glassmith can mend. My emotions shattered into that many pieces of glass.
Rae: Winds of change are arrived, and it has begin to begun. One to eight build from strife, but now will pass from eight to none.
Angeline: Nay, for beyond ye wonder, there lies a mountain! For thousands of years, the mountain exists, but the place was always filled with hope and dreams, from the hearts of thousand of men who explored. Seeking but never find,
looking yet never see. Travelling, yet never arrive. But that same hope, still lies in the heart of men.
Vincent: Hope! I hope for hope! If hope arrived then all is fruitless, the point turns to an area, then never we get to the
point! Then I ask, what hope? What hope?
*silence*
Angeline: This is not an issue for mere mortals like us to talk. Free your hearts from pointless sorrow, and let us rejoice in whatever little we have for now!
Rae: For this, I thank thee.
= Exits all, fade to black
Rivendell - Act 1 Scene 3
Walking along the busy townsville of Portsmouth, Rivendell.
= Enters Vincent, Mark, Thomas.
Vincent: Inspect these fair folk, and lighten ur hearts filled with lead! Yonder what beauties these
tradermongers possess! We have rubbles aplenty!
Mark: I possess no need for these. My father himself indluges with the finer points of trade.
Vincent: Yes, the lordship attains what he desires, has he not? But there is a thing, even the father of Mark II cannot lay his wealthy hands on!
Mark: Name that!
Vincent: Nothing! Isn't that truth?
Mark: Oh shut that ugly gap in your face before I consider widening it with the help of my boot!
Vincent: Oh dear. I have incured the wraths of the wealthy! I besiege you! Halt throwing gold ingots at
me, hurt I shall be!
Thomas: Ze funny. Haha! Ze chill of jokes are in your blood!
Mark: Sigh. Laugh all your want, not knownig whether friends mean it at the victim, for the victim is me.
Thomas: Explain thyself.
Mark: All the riches in the world can by all that can be bought. What about those that cannot? What art thou do with those? Richess only tempt the greedy or the poor, but what I do long for possess
none of those. What I desire asks for that of I do not know, so can I possess of that of which
remains unknown?
Vincent: He speaks with worry! Its concerns Julia, am I incorrect?
Mark: I fear so, you are correct.
Thomas: And why should your choice for that damsel be plauged with worries? Shouldn't ze try as bestest as ze can
to win her over?
Mark: O I will, good friend. I will.
The fellowship gathers in the courtyard of Julia's residence. They sit on oaken chairs with an oaken table in the middle. Tea is passed around.
= Enters Mark, Rae, Angeline, Cynthia
Mark: A hunch! I knew it! That mongrel of a son bore feelings for the lady! Hear him croon, hear him whimper! I
shall take none of it!
Angeline: Oh be quiet! That mongrel of a son you so dismissivly addressed is our friend! Is it the eyes of green overpowering
your mind, your thoughts and your actions? Or is this the manner of one lost in love?
Mark: Neither! For unless the lady consents in the light of the fellowship, she belongs not, to the love i witness! And
she shall not! I fear not!
Angeline: Ah! Reason has not seen reason with itself then?
Rae: Love is all but reason.
Mark: Hear hear! Leave the wise words to an old lady!
*slams fist in anger*
Cynthia: Hold your tongue! She is wiser than you Mark, son of Gorn the Wealthy. For all of your fathers wealth bought you all
that needs no heed from us! Repent! How such so are you just in remarking that of Rae? Rae has seen more of the Mortal Realm than that of yours Mark. Therefore cower, or silence!
Rae: Forgive the 'un, the seedling has much to learn. Even trees take time to grow.
Mark: Vile sepernts reside in the depths of both your throats! I shall hear none of this!
= Leaves Cynthia, enters Vincent and Thomas
Vicent: A good timing perhaps? I swore a thunderstorm passed by.
Thomas: Ze storm it was! A very bleak storm.
Mark: Sigh. This is true, my friends. This cannot hold for long. I fear myself shattering into pieces not even the best glassmith can mend. My emotions shattered into that many pieces of glass.
Rae: Winds of change are arrived, and it has begin to begun. One to eight build from strife, but now will pass from eight to none.
Angeline: Nay, for beyond ye wonder, there lies a mountain! For thousands of years, the mountain exists, but the place was always filled with hope and dreams, from the hearts of thousand of men who explored. Seeking but never find,
looking yet never see. Travelling, yet never arrive. But that same hope, still lies in the heart of men.
Vincent: Hope! I hope for hope! If hope arrived then all is fruitless, the point turns to an area, then never we get to the
point! Then I ask, what hope? What hope?
*silence*
Angeline: This is not an issue for mere mortals like us to talk. Free your hearts from pointless sorrow, and let us rejoice in whatever little we have for now!
Rae: For this, I thank thee.
= Exits all, fade to black
Rivendell - Act 1 Scene 3
Walking along the busy townsville of Portsmouth, Rivendell.
= Enters Vincent, Mark, Thomas.
Vincent: Inspect these fair folk, and lighten ur hearts filled with lead! Yonder what beauties these
tradermongers possess! We have rubbles aplenty!
Mark: I possess no need for these. My father himself indluges with the finer points of trade.
Vincent: Yes, the lordship attains what he desires, has he not? But there is a thing, even the father of Mark II cannot lay his wealthy hands on!
Mark: Name that!
Vincent: Nothing! Isn't that truth?
Mark: Oh shut that ugly gap in your face before I consider widening it with the help of my boot!
Vincent: Oh dear. I have incured the wraths of the wealthy! I besiege you! Halt throwing gold ingots at
me, hurt I shall be!
Thomas: Ze funny. Haha! Ze chill of jokes are in your blood!
Mark: Sigh. Laugh all your want, not knownig whether friends mean it at the victim, for the victim is me.
Thomas: Explain thyself.
Mark: All the riches in the world can by all that can be bought. What about those that cannot? What art thou do with those? Richess only tempt the greedy or the poor, but what I do long for possess
none of those. What I desire asks for that of I do not know, so can I possess of that of which
remains unknown?
Vincent: He speaks with worry! Its concerns Julia, am I incorrect?
Mark: I fear so, you are correct.
Thomas: And why should your choice for that damsel be plauged with worries? Shouldn't ze try as bestest as ze can
to win her over?
Mark: O I will, good friend. I will.