Continued from The Warden: Take this job and shove it Epic 1

The Warden: Revenge of the Elf-RuneKeeper of Destruction Epic 2

Elf-RuneKeeper of Destruction: …Lets move back up to camp my brother, and I shall show you a level of skill that will rebuke the folly they shadowed you with.

The Cool Cat Wardens brows lift with concern.

Cool Cat Warden: ..Eh..I don’t know if this is such a good idea..I mean it might be a slaughter and I was only trying to be of help to their group.

Elf-Destructo -As I said brother, fear not…my abilities and castings will be of legend and many stories will be told of this deed. A most prophetic statement you make brother,..indeed I will slaughter them. I will only show mercy to the kind Hobbit Burglar who had good will toward you.

The Warden interrupts.

The Warden: ..I do..I do understand your intentions..but I was not referring to your “slaughter” of them,.. I mean I was actually thinking of  ”you”..I hate to be out of line Mr Elf-Destructo, but how are you going to beat them with that pebble in your hand?!

The Warden cackles at the thought.

The Warden continues: ..Quite frankly that pebble is quite pretty looking but um…..this is not David and Goliath..

A great clap of thunder erupts!

Elf-Destructo: ..Come back to Middle-Earth brother..this is not some foreign fable…this is the real world here and I WILL show absolute dominance.

The Warden sighs in disbelief but for fear of this unusual character he submits to his insistence and turns back toward the camp.

Meanwhile back at the camp…

Grouch-Hungry Dwarf Guardian- WooHaaa!!…that boy was something else..never has my belly felt such pain from laughing so hard.WhoAhaaa!

Loud-Mouth Champion:- ..hmm and never have I laughed so hard at your crusty beard tripping you..maybe it’s time to cut that disgusting carpet from under your chin..seems as it attracts flies looking for some aged reminisce of food.

The Dwarf erupts in sudden anger and picking up his axe motions for a mighty swing at the mouthy-champion before suddenly being held back by the Know it all Captain.

Know-it-all group leader Captain: -..now now children, must we continue with this foolish excuse for attention?!?…indeed I ask for patience from the both of you. Must I remind you that tonight we must deal with The Watcher and I must be at my best since I am the best, since I am the group leader and ..and..Captain of the guard…willing and able to show my ..quality…

Grouchy Dwarf Guardian throws another meat bone at the captains head breaking his train of thought.

Know it all Captain:..ah Yes…as I was about to say I must be off again for my meeting with the Hollin royalty since I have a great chance to enter Mirkwood before anyone else….because im great like that…

Minstrel Babe of Glory:..Must you always be so arrogant?!..just leave then and please hurry back as everyone’s patience grows thin…otherwise we may yet bring that poor Warden back for help.

The group errupts in laughter

Uptight LoreMaster:-..oh really now? I found that Warden quite ostentatious, although amusing to say the least..I think the champions idea of parking him at a Mustering Horn will do him just fine…for all his tanking talk he might be able to hold the mustering horns aggro..

The group erupts in howling laughter

The Loremaster takes out his golden comb and begins to brush his perfect hair.

Kind Hobbit Burglar:Ahh I see him!! The Warden is returning to the camp…he has someone with him?

Gorgeous Snooty Elf-Hunter: hmmHMM…I care not to know of his return, ..how silly of him to return after brushing me to the side as if some vagrant human women..ugh..disgusting…Don’t let him see me yet!  Let me retrieve my lipstick.!

The Warden then enters the camp with his guest in tow and walks casually back toward the group

The Uptight Loremasters eyes begin to open widely as he suddenly realizes who the Warden brought along

Uptight Loremaster;- ..YOU!..HOW DARE YOU COME EVEN A SMELL NEAR ME! YOU POOR EXCUSE FOR A SPELLMASTER…OUTRAGEOUS THIS IS!! OUTRAGEOUS!!!

Loud-Mouth Champion:-..um eh? HAHAHA can’t say Ive ever seen his kind before,, but then again it’s not everyday you meet spellmasters flipping marbles in his hands! HAAAA. Where is your staff? ..or did the Warden warn you that we are low in wood to burn..Haaaahaa.

Grouchy Guardian errupts in laughter at the sight of the slim tall Elf.

GRouchy Guardian: - BRAAAHAHAHA..!!  So now we get our favorite Boy wonder Warden and his new Elf friend..what ya say now boys..a game of Jacks? or Marbles..MWAHAHHA!…What do they call you anyway pointy ear?!?

Insane Elf RuneKeeper of Destruction: …I am a RuneKeeper.

Grouchy Guardian Dwarf; EEHH?? …What ya said boy?!?..a NudePeeper?..BWAHAHHA!!!..so now you throw rocks in windows to catch a Lady by surprise!! BRRROOMMMHAHAHAH!!..

Loud Mouth Champion: ..ayeeee mate! looking in windows are ye? ..lol carrying rocks in your hand to make up for the lack of…wink…..weight ? HAAAAAAAAA!!

Group erupts in laughter.

The elf-RuneKeeper of destruction stays silent while staring at the uptight Loremaster

Know it all Captain ; ..indeed sir Elf we have no time to play Marbles or Stone tossing as we have a fancy Watcher run later that must be met within the turn of the sun…Your pebble is quite nice, now please toss it into the fire as you might hurt someone with it..

Know it all Captain chuckles at his light joke.

The Elf-Destructo then conjures a mighty Rune and sparks fly about around it while an aura of colors surround it.

The Warden stays quiet while peeking over to the Hot-Elf Hunter and her tight pants.

Grouchy-Hungry Guardian: WHHAHAHAHA!!..looks to me like the Fairy Elf just pushed out a load of bad constipation ! BWHAHAHA!!

Minstrel Babe of Glory: Please calm everyone..Please calm….Excuse us Sir Elf but what is it you wish? I ask that you forgive the behavior of some of our friends and allow us a chance for merry words..

The Elf-RuneKeeper of Destruction:Hmm well indeed my lady your words are soft and your play quite fascinating so therefore I will be sure to DO you… last.

He smiles an evil smile while the Know it all Captain raises his brow at the Elf’s comment

Know it all Captain thinks: -.Hmm Do her last he said? …hmm I already did her first! . He chuckles out loud. ” Indeed I am so great like that…oh the valor love me”

Just then the Kind Hobbit Burglar walks over quietly to the elf and offers him some delicious soup de coup

Kind Hobbit Burglar: Please accept our apologies and join us for some delicious soup..you seem like your hungry and this bowl I have here is chuck full of fatty proteins to fill out those skinny bones of yours

The Kind Hobbit smiles and lifts the bowl toward the tall Elf.

SUDDENDLY A BOLT OF LIGHTNING STRIKES FROM THE SKY AND THE POOR KIND HOBBIT BURGLAR IS SINGED INTO A BLACK CRUSTED PILE OF MEAT.

The group is aghast! The Gorgeous Snooty Elf Hunter faints in disbelief while the know-it-all Captain stares in astonishment oblivious to the immediate occurrence.

Know-it-all Captain thinks: …should I wear my blue crested armour chest plate or the green one with the dragon scales to the Hollin ball later?…

The uptight Loremaster is shocked at this event while his fluffy bear with one great bite devours the left over hobbit.

Cool Cat Warden: ..WHAT DID YOU JUST DO!  you promised you would not hurt him….he was offering his kindness and you repay him with…with

Insane Elf-RuneKeeper of Destruction: DEATH! …indeed my brother, his careless remarks regarding my stature was unnecessary, and so I repaid his insult with fury…

The Grouchy Hungry Dwarf and the loud mouth Champion begin to surround the insane-elf while the gorgeous hot snooty Elf Hunter wakes from her swoon and gets into a defensive posture.

The Minstrel Babe of Glory then motions for the insane Elf Runekeeper for calm

Minstrel Babe of Glory: ..Please please calm down, let us discuss this rationally and with level heads…How could you do such a thing to that poor small hobbit?

Insane Elf-Destructo: ..My lady? level headed?..your eyes deceive you My lady as that Hobbit was certainly not level headed…at least not to mine, to say the least, ..be of good cheer my lady as I promised I would DO you last..

The minstrel Babe of glory quickly runs to her horse to retrieve her mirkwood survival pack.

Insane Elf-Destructo - Try not to sneak off my lady..unless that pack comes with a stealthy cloak…

He chuckles.

Meanwhile the Know-it-all Captain steps forward and casts his own spell to conjure his Herald of Morale

SUDDENLY A BOLT OF LIGHTNING STRIKES THE HERALD AND HE IS QUICKLY ROASTED TO ASHES

Insane Elf-Destructo: …Indeed sir captain of quality…how is your morale now? …seems as if your self-confidence is swaying to fault eh?..

He chuckles at the Captains expression of shock

Know it-all Captain: …I…I ..am a Captain of the GUARD!. CAPTAIN-GENERAL OF THE RANKS OF THE FREEPEOPLES OF MIDDLE-EARTH! SON OF AMATHIR THE DEAD AND GRAND CHILD OF SARA OAKHEART THE BEAUTIFUL!…KEEPER OF THE DROWNED TREASURY OF MORIA! CAPTAIN OF DEFIANCE…CAPTAIN OF FIERCE…CAPTAIN OF NAUGHTY…CAPTAIN OF…of…QUALITY! ..I HAVE OVER 8000 THOUSAND MORALE.and…and…BUFFS OF GLORY!..and…I ..I HAVE FULL RAD GEAR PLUS 160, 3000K MELEE CRIT CHANCE..and..i am Captain of this group.

Know-it-all Captain then strikes into “Heropose”

SUDDENDLY A BOLT OF LIGHTNING STRIKES THE CAPTAIN AND HIS ARMOUR MELTS OFF HIS BODY

Insane Elf-RuneKeeper of Destruction: ..you are now CAPTAIN CRUNCH! …indeed Sir Captain now you will need to go naked to your meeting with the Royals of Hollin….now be off before I shed the meat from your bone.

Know-it-all Captain:Ohh my goodness the humiliation, Oh my…my armour. my dear armour..Now I will never be able to make it to The Watcher and they will end up asking some…some…WARDEN!!! to go.

He cries aloud to the mighty sky before finally falling to the ground in shock and despair.

The Gorgeous hot snooty Elf-Hunter then charges the Insane RuneKeeperwith what she thought was her peerless blade …only to strike at the Insane Elf RuneKeeper with her glossy Lipstick

Gorgeous hot Snooty Elf-Hunter: ..OH MYYYY GAWD! ….

Insane Elf-RuneKeeper of Destruction: ..actually NO, wrong story

A BOLT OF LIGHTNING THEN STRIKES THE GORGEOUS SNOOTY ELF HUNTER FELLING HER TO THE GROUND MOTIONLESS…but not quite dead.

Cool Cat Warden:ENOUGH! . I did not ask for this!, you have already smited one to death and…

But before the Cool Cat Warden could finish his thought the Grouchy Hungry Dwarf Guardian attacks overpowered while the Champion attacks with full fervor

Insane Elf-Destructo:..FAIL

Clashing and swinging and bones breaking but the two outspoken warriors fall to the ground as the Insane Elf RuneKeeper of Destruction is just too powerful.

Uptight Loremaster;…An evil presence you are..ever since you came to middle-earth you have done nothing but overshadow the ability of the Loremaster.you poor excuse for a spell-caster.. I shall show you!

Cool Cat Warden;  ..ok STOP PLEASE! Elf-destructo ..why?!?! why are you doing this…

Insane Elf-destructo then looks to the Warden and exhales.

Insane Elf RuneKeeper of Destruction: ….  your family never told you did they? …about your father.

The Warden looks in disbelief

The Warden: ..  what?!?!…..they told me enough…they told me someone evil killed him…

Insane Elf RuneKeeper of Destruction;..No Wardo..no…    .I AM YOUR FATHER!

The Warden: ..No….no that can’t be…

Insane Elf Destructo_..Search your feelings Wardo….you know it to be true..

Cool Cat Warden: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARIGHHHH!!

The Uptight Loremaster begins to look around completely confused to what is being said.

Uptight Loremaster:-…What in Morgoth’s name are you guys talking about?!?…YOUR IN THE WRONG STORY!

Insane Elf-Destructo -…Wardo, join me, and you and I can rid this world of short dwarfs and these hobbit gnomes. Together we can rule this world as Father and Son.

The warden and LoreMaster look at each-other in disbelief. Interesting

To be continued in a galaxy far far away.

Amendil winks at you. Let you wonder.

=oP

A true leader is not in his/her experience to and fro to achieve a higher level of success than his peers, or by his/her ability to come to fast and clear solutions. Rather a leader is wise in his/her years and thus leads by the knowledge of failure. For truly you have not gained much until you have lost all and every good honest leader has fallen at least once. A popular proverb from scripture “Without sorrow there can be no wisdom” and indeed life experiences can cut and mold a strong persona for better or for worse…

 There are many guild or kin leaders who lead with RAH RAH or lead in such a way as intimidation ( even in a game!); however one does not scream or shout to come to a solution, and one should not taunt or put down those in whom he is supposed to call brothers in-kin. Unfortunately many do and for the most part it seems to be a bitter outlet for perhaps bad times going on outside of the game…

A leader leads by encouragement with the purpose to build certain virtues that grow to something positive and long lasting. A title to lead is insignificant to the body of work that sits under it, it’s in his/her ability to patiently listen, to show empathy, to be selfless and to give without a thought, to be charitable and to recognize all his brothers no matter how many he calls kin-mates…Doing so builds morale within a kin/guild and shows that there is a common interest at work that began as a seed and grew into something that all of us want the most…Trust and Loyalty.  If you can trust your leader or officers then loyalty becomes a part of this virtue and thus spreads like wildfire strengthening the kin and it’s enjoyment. What you sow you reap and in due time such a reaping can bloom into something more than just a game, but rather a “friendship”

Ahh indeed many call themselves leaders because they have all the rad gear, and know every instance or raid like the back of their hand, but how many can call him/her a friend when the game shuts down…

Travel well

Amendil DarkMojo

” I have seen the torment of the divine while I waited for a gust of mercy on high cliffs, as such as no man can fully comprehend what mine eyes had seen…For even the folly of the ignorant would not be so blind to scar their hearts with the witness of such horror”

Crack of thunder in the distance..

” Wasn’t so long ago when my eyes were cast upon green meadows and cool streams, and the joy of adventure was in the tight grasp of my grandfathers aged hand while pacing through the thickets of the Oromet forests…

Ralendil pauses

“..such times…such times …as I know them little now, tucked into some old memory to bloom on a drunken night…

He laughs softly.

“…yes, a night like tonight, eh?”

Thunder shakes the old hall while Ralendil’s attention disappears into some unknown memory.

Jacob motions to Ralendil for attention but to little avail.

“Ral..RAL!”  he shouts

Ralendil awakens from his swoon but his countenance grows cold and his face ashen as if close to death.

Jacob with his eyes set upon Ralendil reaches his hand across the table softly motioning to Ralendil

“Tell us..of this horror you speak of…for long years have we heard of this happening, but to no one do you share…even to your children”

Jacob leans closer to Ralendil drawing his chair a few feet closer.

The coming storm draws nearer and the cries of thunder can be heard as if forcing entry into the great hall.

” What happened that day Ral…it was so long ago, but you bear scars on your face and hands that are left to a mystery.”

Ralendil lifts his head slowly and looking at his men his eyes begin to thin and his brows lean to the middle as if straining to hold his peace.

A blast of thunder breaks the moment as if a mountain fell to it’s side and slammed against the Hall of Fire. Many in the great hall scatter to and fro like mice discovered on some secret frenzy.

” Bah!, …have I ever told you the story about the great elements of the world?! eh…indeed an ancient story from the people of the south…a story long gone, but told by my grandfather on one of our quiet times fishing off the bay of the Andunie”

South storm-shudders break open from a strong gust of wind.

The men lean back onto their chairs as children who have just been told to turn in for the night. Jacob motions to the bar-keep for another pint of root ale while preparing an ear for Ralendil’s tale.

A light hammering can be heard not so far away as the Hall-keep begins to re-inforce the storm shudders.

Ralendil’s lips are closed tightly and his brows are still sharp as wings. His countenance has changed little and his body is as still as iron blocks.

” So yes my brothers,..the story of Thunder…

The men kick back their feet while Jacob smirks politely at Ralendil who immediately rises from his chair and climbs upon the creaky surface of the table and shouts loudly throughout the Hall.

” Gather round my little children, and let me tell of a story of the plight of Thunder..Perhaps I can ease your hearts at its calamitus nature and give you all a merry tale to tell yer kinsfolk over ale and biscuits”

The men chuckle at the boldness of Ralendil and the Hall stands at attention forgetting their moments of fear on the closing storm.

Ralendil begins his story and those around the great Hall are caught in his magic as if cast from their present standing to the shores of the immortal west.

“…And then the “Sky” withdrew in sorrow and her countenance became as blue as the seas below. Her weight of tears then broke from their bonds as the heavy embrace of light that held her now fleed from her…But the jealousy of the ”Sun” was mighty and mercy would not have him…, and the warmth of light that shadowed the embrace of the Sky and “Moon” became as fading stars in the black abyss, and with a great cry the Sun smote his younger half and the Moon fell to its last moments…and in the fading of the soft blue-star the Moon in anguish secretly uttered it’s last “words” before the eternal sleep,…

 and the first word became “Thunder”.

Ralendil Pauses as a light crack of thunder can be heard over the Great Hall

“.. and so…the Sun in exhaltation at the demise of the Moon, hung him in the blackness of the abyss as a pale light for the lost and sorrowful, and the presence of the Sky had disappeared into mystery… Long, long ages passed and in the quietness under the pale light of the Moon the endless wandering of Thunder perceived a distant glow far into the darkness ahead. Drawing nearer to this light he found himself at the brink of what would later be known as the “Seas of Oblivion”, and there along it’s shores he encountered the majesty of the “Sky”. But she had fallen under the spell of the Sun and laid to sleep on the shores before she could leap into her demise to escape the memory of her tears…

…Thunder stared in awe at the majesty of the slumbering Sky, the presence of which awakened the long search for reason, and began to bloom within a love for the Sky left for legends. Thus Thunder in an act unfamiliar to the elements touched the blue radiance of the Sky and an immediate flash of bright light bloomed throughout the area illuminating them both, and thus “Lightning” was born into understanding and never ceased to illuminate as long as both elementals were near to each other.

Ralendil smiles and continues.

“…In a touch, the Sky had awakened in-love, but before there touch could meet a second time the jealousy and malice of the Sun returned and an invisible barrier of breath came between the two, and thus was born into understanding the element of “Wind”. The bitter Sun’s anger had gained strength at the sight of the first “word”- the manifest from his old adversary the Moon. Then in a thought the Sun decreed that never again would such a union take place even in the end of the end…

.. In anger Thunder cried out in such a shout that the foundations of  “Infinity” shook from its vibrations, and in the chaos the understanding of “sound” had become known. The embrace of the ”Wind” fought against the hope of the Sky in whom the well of tears began to fill again…the strength of the mighty breath of the “Sun”  quickly surrounded Thunder and he could not find his way to his love…the once ever-lasting illumination from “Lightning” had now become as waves caught in the struggle of the violent “Wind” and it’s pure light became as fingers attempting to hold the two together but for naught…

… In the commotion reason had suddenly left “Thunder” and his cries would forever be heard throughout all the foundations of understanding. For all time would the Sky follow the cries of her lost love in the midst of dark clouds, and for all time would Thunder find the bitter company of the “Winds” of sorrow…

Ralendil sighs and his breath becomes short as if reminded of a bitter memory in a dark place where his heart no longer exists.

A few moments pass as the company of the Great Hall awaits for some form of conclusion. Nearby a small boy sits at the edge of his stool whispering in his mother’s ear.

Ralendil looks at the boy and smiles

“Fear not my lad, all things have a balance, eh? “

Ralendil continues.

” …Indeed the tragedy of lost love did not go unnoticed by the second “Word” of the Moon..and if Thunder was indeed the continuing heart of the Moon then his other ”utterance” was indeed his judgement… And so in the beginning when Thunder wandered under the pale light of the moon little did he realize that his steps were followed by the curiosity of his elemental twin, the second “word” in whom there is no equal and never will be; a manifestation in whom the “Sun” would later shake in dread. The unjust felling of the Moon, the cold judgement of the union of the Sky and Thunder had given rise to raging fury in the second “word” in whom was the element of..

…Fire.”

Suddenly a great shake of thunder explodes over the Great Hall and the storm shudders that had earlier been re-inforced blow into the Great Hall. Pieces of wood go flying about here and there while the company of the Hall in sudden fear run for cover under the over-heads.

“Cursed old man!” shouts the bar-keep

” Take yer old stories from the South and leave em where they be…IN THE SOUTH! “

Ralendil says nothing as he peers up through a hole in the roof and looks into the deep of the dark sky.

Thunder and lightning crack about as if calling each other through some unknown magic

Ralendil smiles curiously

To be continued. 

OF Legend…Epicus

Cocky Elf:hmm ..I should have guessed you would bring your brother with you..and to no suprise he’s as fat, grumpy and quite the smell if not worse than your own, 

The cocky elf chuckles as the two dwarfs remain quiet.

Cocky Elf:  Perhaps your brother could use a fashionable critque since his smithing-apron is not hiding the beard he’s attempting to curiously hide….your late for the meeting by the way…

Angry Grump Dwarf male: MRVROOOM! RAHHAAA! THE BROTHER YOU SPEAK OF IS MY SISTER!! ..now let me introduce you to my brother …his name is ANGROL !! and HE’S MY AXE!!!

SWOOSH!!! n BADUMP! BUMP! The cocky elf’s head is quickly cleaved and rolls about face with a lasting smirk.

Hot looking Dwarf sister: REHHHrummm…I even wore my favorite dress for this!!!

She cries

Hot looking Dwarf Sister: RoarrrWHAA….RoarrWHAAAA….ROARWHAAAAAAAA!!

The End

=oP

Cool Cat Warden: Oh yes! I can help greatly for the group, I have the ability to pretty much do a little bit of everything..

Uptight Lore-master: sigh…uh huh,, right OK well, um could you please explain what “a little bit of everything means”…I mean truly…ugh.

Cool Cat Warden: well err, if you need a tank I can do it, or perhaps off-tank…I can do it…I also..

Rudely Interrupted..

Grouchy, hungry Guardian Dwarf: Roarrrr!!. another imitation guardian Ha Ha Ha Ha, dare come to my group and steal my job will you!?!?

Cool Cat Warden: No no not at all, as I was saying a support tank and I have an ability to trip inductions, remove corruption and mob tank….I just need a chance..

Gorgeous-snooty Elf Princess/Hunter: I think you should give him a chance, besides he’s quite tall, dark and handsome and his armour is quite royal.  I like him already.

She winks at him.

Cool Cat Warden: eh, ha..err thanks my lady..

Bad thoughts tsk tsk.

Know-it-all GroupLeader Captain:well I’m quite sure your a nice little tank and all, but if we need an off tank I can easily step into that..ahem, I wear heavy armour and I stack wonderful buffs cause I’m so great like that.

nearby folk begin to chuckle.

Small figure tugs at the Wardens high boot strap..

Kind Hobbit Burglar:bah! pay them no mind, they have rad armour coming out the ears…now sit with me and enjoy some Lembas..because I for whatever reason I have so much of that coming out my mouth Chomp! Chomp!…have some!

The Warden reaches over and takes a small bite before realizing how absolutely repulsive it tastes and quickly spits it out toward the small fire nearby

Kind Hobbit Burglar: Oh deary! how could I have made such a grave mistake lad. I am so dearly sorry my boy, I mistakingly gave you a small maggoty wafer I stole from an orc camp sometime ago.

The place erupts in laughter as the uptight Lore-Master feeds the rest of the maggoty wafer’s to his over-sized fluffy Bear.

Kind Hobbit Burglar: again my boy I am so dearly sorry for my err, please forgive me!

The Warden turns to him and pats him on the head.

Cool Cat Warden: It is well friend, no harm intended.

Grouchy Hungry Guardian Dwarf: WHOAAA HAAAAA! for the next week ya’ll be having the ground kiss ya bottomside while wishing you never ate that maggoty wafer.

The grouchy dwarf then hurls the Warden some old rags and bark shreds while howling in laughter.

Cool Cat Warden; I really must be leaving,..I have some..

But before the Warden can complete his sentence the the burglar interrupts.

Kind Hobbit Burglar:no no, we shall have none of that now…now stay seated and I will get you a fine blend of rabbit and squirrel mosh to kill any buggers that might spawn in your tummy, oh dear boy you will love my fine creation…some say Hobbiton is in a fix for it and can’t keep up with the demand…ah yes indeed and do..

Warden smiles while peeking over his right shoulder to the gorgeous-snooty elf Hunter.

Warden in thought: she’s so so beautiful, ..sigh if only I had enough gold to make an impression. Bah I should not be so bold and assume so much. She is most likely a most sincere and wonder to her kind.

Just then a stocky loud-mouth warrior steps forward and looking down at the Warden while pinching his “Freddy Mercury” mustache.

Loud-mouth Champion:Ah haaa…so here we have one of those fellows they call a Warden eh!..HM nice armour mate..but WHOA where did you get that ugly spear!

A loud roar of laughter

Warden: err um, I had it reforged by a weapon-smith in my kin…

Loud-Mouth Champion:Haaaaaa, must have been a really desperate weapon-smith, being that the body of your staff is about as feeble as that Dwarfs last front tooth.

A loud roar of laughter erupts at the expense of the Grouchy Hungry Guardian Dwarf.

Guardian Dwarf:ARGHHHHH! ROAR!! you stinkinpile of Man of meat..wait till have have your oversized head on the flat of my axe…THEN! we shall see who laughs last!.

Loud-mouth Champ:Whateva mate!

Guardian Dwarf seethes with fury

A break in the clouds and a ray of light from the sun illuminates upon a beautiful figure standing at the head of the group.

Minstrel Babe of Glory: Calm everyone…please calm. Lets not jump to conclusions about our visitor. He’s only trying to help us and of course we all can be at fault since we know little of his um….errr..ehh..What is it you exactly do again?!?

The Warden sighs

Cool Cat Warden: I can tank, or off tank..I have some group skills while in combat that will address group-healing over time and certain debuff removals. I can also do some ranged skill that can be quite impressive with 5 specials available

Minstrel Babe of Glory: Um ok that sounds well, but um..what cant you do ?. I mean your not all world, right?

Cool Cat Warden:Of course not my lady, unlike a tank I don’t have force threats right off the bat. My threat is over a period of time with gambits. I can’t muster people to me, or muster people elsewhere like a hunter,, but I can muster to many locations myself and am very well suited as a loner of sorts..

Loud-mouth champ: HAAA so your selfish is what your saying eh!..think about yourself only eh mate?!?!?

Cool Cat Warden: no ..no way, what are you saying!?!?

The champion looks up to the sky and roars..

Loud-mouth Champ:HAAA a useless tool! lets give him a job at the Mustering Horn..yes! yes! we can have him scout the areas for us and call us to the mustering horn since hes SO adapt to being a loner.

Warden sighs.

Know-it-all groupleader Captain:Hmm actually we have no need, I am very well capable of securing a campsite and calling everyone. I am a captain…A Captain of the guard……always a time to…prove my quality.

Grouchy Guardian throws a bone at the Captains head causing him to break his train of thought.

Know-it-all Captain:Ok yes well, anyway I must be off as I have a fine engagement with the dukes of Hollin and later on tonight I will be sucking up pretty good because EVERYONE will need me at the watcher..because I’m so great like that.

The warden stands up, brushes himself off of dust, picks up his spear and looking strenuously at the blue sky above rolls his eyes in submission

Cool Cat Warden: so be it, I will be off then

Just as the Warden turns about to leave, the gorgeous-snooty elf hunter grabs a hold of his hand.

Hot elf hunter:Don’t leave, don’t let these fools get over on you so quickly, but rather hold fast to your qualities and be charitable as it will build trust and loyalty…

The warden raises a brow in thought.

Hot Elf hunter: do you have any gold? ..can you make jewelry? I really really want this wonderful band and hoop that has recently been made available throughout the land…and…”

She continues to ramble on as the Warden turns his head about and casts his eyes in memory

Cool Cat Warden:Oh NO!! Um I’m married, ughh I have this eh lady chick back in Bree. yea that’s right..um she lives out in the country around Ost Guruth…she has a sister named umm..SARA OAKHEART,.ya shes coming over for pie. Gotta run!

Hot elf hunter blinks in disbelief

Gorgeous-snooty elf/hunter:Actually I’m in agreement with the Champ, ….we really have no need for um an off-tank. We have our wonderful Captain for that

She smiles at the warden with such contempt that daggers seem to come out of her eyes in the malice.

The Warden quickly turns face and paces away from the group while in the background loud chatter and laughing can be heard.

Loud-mouth Champion:Hey Wardo! we need that spear of yours! the fire is dying out! HAAAA!!!

The place erupts in laughter all except for the Kind Hobbit Burglar who winks at the Warden and motions for him to keep his head held high.

Grouchy Hungry Guardian dwarf: WHOA HOO!!! Hey boy!…your right! your great at off-tanking….”OFF” YOU GO AND TANKS! HAAAAAAAAAA.

the group is in stitches as the Guardian Dwarf trips over his crusty beard in laughter.

The warden pays them no mind as he hits the north road for the long walk to Evendim, but just as he hits the first post sign he notices a tall, thin figure fiddling about with a rock in his hands.

Cool Cat Warden: greetings kindly stranger,..what might you have there if I may be so bold to ask?

Insane elf Rune-Keeper of Destruction: Hmm, yes I heard what was said up at the camp, and indeed you and I are new to these lands…as the mighty Valor have kept our pasts a mystery in the hearts of the old dogs of this age.

The Warden curls his brow but listens intently

Rune-Keeper: Feel no fear, no anguish brother as even harsher words were said of my class.

The Warden: Such as?!…

Curling his lip and taking a deep breath.

Rune-Keeper: Well, what is a rune-keeper in middle earth?!  Since when did we come into vogue suddenly? ..indeed this is all another tale, but more importantly for yours and my sake I will pay them back on your behalf..

The warden curiously lowers his head in thought not fully understanding what he means

Cool Cat Warden:err umm..ok then

To be continued on a later date when I find myself very bored once again. LOL

Please excuse the typos and errors, but then again there is no such thing as errors, all is meant to be as is O_o lol

I couldn’t help myself.

  ..my cup of coffee billowing smoke as I gripped tightly  upon the handle. My eyes were as ruby-red as if oceans of flame had quickly consumed the darkness of my eyes and yet I moved forward with my plan to achieve rank ten - Determination.

 Raising my cup of molten, brazen hot coffee to my lips I immediately felt the rush of pain of melting skin, however I was bold, brave and indeed to some quite the fool. My desire to complete this deed was beyond my own control as if some unknown entity had swiftly taken my conscious-self and bore its malice on the mouse till absolute victory…

So there I was…face to face with the challenge. Kill 180 some-odd trollshaw crawlers for the title (chitin-smasher) and subsequently continue on to phase two - 180 more crawlers for pure victory determination. The morning was young and the sun shone bright upon my dark brown hair, my eyes fixated on the screen, my back in a tight upright posture while my legs half-asleep balanced my place…my pecs and shoulders strong and with purpose ..the cell phone rings, but i don’t answer…a few moments later I hear the doorbell, but I don’t answer…I am in the zone….in the zone…in the zone….

My warden slashes, thrashes and spears his way in a hunt of all hunts killing those lowly worms..those grotesque things that only wished to slither peacefully in the streams of the gorges, but instead found the coldness from the tip of my spear. After only a few kills I realize there might be a problem. The spawn rate is incredibly slow, but even worse there was hardly any crawlers and thus began the beginning of the end…every kill would meet with five infuriating and intense minutes of looking for another of its kind….I began to despair, and grew frustrated over the inept speed of my warden. I found myself killing those poor little  lvl 1 bunnies and squirrels  who dared cross in my path…the once bright sun that had graced my fine dark-brown hair had now shifted some and shone upon the mirror nearby…I was blinded..my already exhausted eyes had now become subject to UV micro-wave bombardment. I sighed in despair as the merciless sun seemed to leave me with my own DOTs and I could hardly make out the screen without mashing my face on the surface for a better view…

 There was not enough crawlers and the spawn rate had a life of it’s own…it meant to do this, it meant to humble my morning…I think I can! I think I can! I think I can! .. my embattled “patience” had now dug deep into my memory for some form of hope but could only come up with Mary Poppins songs..oh dear what have I done, and then I attemped another positive theme but all that came up was the Umpa-loompas of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. It was all so devastating…

  … BUT THERE WAS HOPE!! a fellowship nearby! perhaps doing the same thing…after a few moments of mindless emotes, and lousy role-play I realized they were only there for the view, how horrifying and utterly humiliating…they laughed at my scorn and I bid them ROAR! for their folly!…

  My once blazing coffee had now become a cup of cold memories when I could have used the strength I had earlier to shut the game down and enjoy the early morning breath..but no…this was different, this was providence, it was meant to be, it was beyond the blue and red pill….this was DETERMINATION! and before all else would fail I would finish this deed even if mine eyes would fall from grace, and the heart that pumped this body would slump to its last beat in exhaustion and even when that gorgeous next door neighbor who had been wanting to have lunch for the longest time told me to call her in the morning to meet up  …no…no…I am in the zone..I am in the zone…I will not be tempted by socializing!

…the sun had now moved in hiding and watched secretly from passing clouds, and the legs that held this body in place had now become as petrified roots of the Huorn, but alas I was still conscious and I still had poise to move forward…I was only a few kills away from completing phase one..and I could smell victory! …Thrash!! n Swoosh!! and the last crawler laid there to it’s demise with one point of health left….I asked it a question before my bleed dot would cast it into the halls of Morgoth…

” Any last words worm?!?!..my lips tighten in anticipation for a response.

The trees sway to and fro and the echos of ages past bear witness to the moment…

The bloodied crawler moves before finally blurting out..

” UMMPA LOOMPA UPPMA DI BLAHHHH..whimpi..whimpi…..! ” before whipping into its final position of demise.

so phase one completed!! …but then it happened….

they lied..

they lied to me….

LIES!!!

the POSTS were wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Phase two did not require 180 crawlers…no…no.. DEAR WATSON!!…it required..

  240- CRAWLERS!!!!!

Utter defeat…I crashed down to the floor in agony, my legs to dust and my once powerful arms became as empty balloons in a carnival to make pets of…

60 more crawlers became DOOM.

I failed JIm…beam me up…and then it hit me…

There’s always that late lunch with that pretty neighbor…

.a rez please….

..a Hope token for the win.

The End

Thus concludes Vol 1 Chapter 1 of a Day in Middle-Earth..with a twist.

=oP

I know I know..I was bored. ..sheesh!!!

..to BE indeed. My first entry basically is simple greetings. Hmm at this hour of the morning the question could be raised…”why am I still up!!”. I shall plead the 5th. =) Saturday night..late night..yea.

Hopefully I can muster or gather some friends on MyLotro…most likely not as outlandish as that other MYthing/space .heehe..

Till the next time…hunt well silly hobbit.