(Zagzeroth returns home to the Shade Pool after his expedition into the east, and subsequent drinks at the Forsaken Inn, deciding to have a quiet smoke before his rest for the remainder of the night...)
Tinnurion says, 'Who goes there, lurking about during the night at this sacred place so deeply hidden in the forest?'
Tinnurion sees Zagzeroth appearing from the wisps of fog.
Zagzeroth extinguishes his pipe and stows it in a custom pouch on his side, "One who has lived here for many years and chooses to do so quietly, who comes who would sneak through the boughs of the forest to treat with me?"
Tinnurion frowns his brows as if not expecting such reply spoken with such confidence.
Zagzeroth stands his arms now crossed a deepening scowl on his face.
Tinnurion says, 'My name is all but unknown to those that I may call friends.'
Tinnurion says, 'And my judgment has yet to fall upon thee.'
Tinnurion takes an incredulous stance.
Zagzeroth quints his eyes slightly and scans the area without a word, confident that no others lurk nearby he examines the other elf-sire, "You are not like most of my kin... what truly brings you here if not my head?"
Tinnurion grins. Then he speaks slightly too bold: "If it were thy head I was aching for, I would have it by now" Looks reluctant to speak with this stranger. "I am not here craving for hostilities."
Zagzeroth smirks, "While I doubt your boast, you seem to speak true enough... you are in no way threatening, so why have you come...?" pauses and thinks for a moment before a gleam enters his eyes, "A walk in the comforting darkness... perhaps?"
Tinnurion had not expected Zagzeroth's latter remark. He looks as if caught in the act but quickly snaps from it and looks fierce and mysterious once more. "The night brings about many things that shy away from the blight that is the sun. I am merely one of those things."
Tinnurion wonders about Zagzeroth.
Zagzeroth smiles unintentionally, then shakes his head lightly assuming his expressionless facade once again. "Then I will leave you to whatever contemplation you have before you..." pauses and smirks, "And may darkness guide you on your oft forgotten path..." he begins to walk off into the shadows.
Tinnurion says, 'Hold!'
Zagzeroth stops and smiles to himself, turning back with his expressionless facade, quirking an eyebrow to the elf.
Tinnurion says, 'Do not mistake my reluctance to share any of my business with you as a barrier that cannot be broken! I must say, I had never expected to find anyone here - let alone anyone with your.... interests.'
Tinnurion says, 'Still, I have not lingered here in many years, and lest I should pretend to know every tree and stone, I cannot but tell you that I am interested to know whom you might be.'
Tinnurion nods, "Neither did I..." pauses considering the question before replying, "My Sindar name is of no consequence... but to those that know me or of me I am Zag.
Tinnurion's eyes peer into the sky as he notices the day breaking.
Tinnurion looks at Zagzeroth, trying to figure out the enigma that is this character.
Tinnurion says, 'Just 'Zag'? Is that short for a name more befitting an elf of your... stature?'
Zagzeroth says, 'Zagzeroth... a name I begrudgingly accepted from a grumbling dwarf friend and his boy.'
Zagzeroth says, 'I am unaware of why it was given or what it means but it is all I have.'
Tinnurion says, 'A fair name, but not quite what I had expected. More interestingly enough, a friend of dwarves! Well than we share mutual appreciation for the stone folk. And, forgive me if I seem bold in asking thus, but your eyes speak truths, and they look as if they have seen many things.'
Tinnurion says, 'Where is it you hail from, Zagzeroth?'
Zagzeroth nods in an almost sullen way, "I have seen many days in the Undying lands, and the deaths of my own by the hands of my brothers and sisters... myself among them."
Zagzeroth pauses to think about the second question...
Tinnurion eyes widen. "You don't mean to say..." then he mumbles: "the kin-slaying..."
Zagzeroth says, 'I hail from the Gardens of Cuivienen... and yes, the second kinslaying to be exact... or if you'd rather the Sacking of Doriath...'
Zagzeroth pulls a pine-needle from a small pouch at his side and pricks himself as the word:Cuivienen leaves his mouth.
Tinnurion says, 'Your eyes have seen the horrors of the first age. So have mine. In those times I walked under ceaseless starlight in the forests of Beleriand, though the memory is faint.'
Tinnurion says, 'Nonetheless, I have seen my fair share of... *falls silent as if remembering repressed grievances*'
Tinnurion looks up at Zagzeroth again.
Zagzeroth nods, "Do not speak of things to me if you wish them bathed in darkness... I understand lad."
Tinnurion nods in appreciation at Zagzeroth. "I shan't then."
Zagzeroth nods in understanding.
Tinnurion says, 'This meeting happened quite by chance I should say. And you have caught my interest. however, one question remains on my mind.'
Tinnurion looks doubtful.
Zagzeroth says, 'Then speak if you will I have no intention of stopping you...'
Zagzeroth gestures for the lad to continue.
Tinnurion says, 'Seeming you have forsaken your true name, and venture where others of our kin would not set foot, I can only guess as to your intentions. I have a feeling that your.. feelings concerning the Eldar are of an ill kind. Am I right?'
Zagzeroth nods, "We have a mutual feeling towards one another I would think... I am naught but shadow and forgotten memory to them as they are fools and isolationists to me..."
Tinnurion grins at Zagzeroth as if he has found a companion to share long unspoken truths with. He steps forward, extending his hand. "Then, you are no enemy of mine."
Tinnurion's fingers seem long and slender, waiting to shake the hand of one of his own - something that hasn't happened in quite some time.
Zagzeroth smiles at the elf's hand, taking it in his own, "Another of my own... a sight I'd given up on seeing in these lands..."
Tinnurion now smiles too. "I had no idea there were any left that shared my thoughts. But it seems this night was most fortuitous to us both"
Tinnurion says, 'Perhaps... *looks pensive* Perhaps we should meet again, when the stars fill the sky and the moon hails us both.'
Zagzeroth nods and smiles, "As you will... where shall we once again meet?"
Tinnurion says, 'Let us meet here again for the time being. Until we find another abode, an even darker or more isolated one.'
Tinnurion says, 'I feel like we could benefit from a friendship - and perhaps we could find more that share our agreements.'
Zagzeroth says, 'Very well, though I feel I must inform you I still have ownership of a small manor in the Falathlorn... I do not visit it often but it could serve our purposes if we should find need of it.'
Tinnurion says, 'Ah, well that would do. I was planning on venturing there anyway to visit my father..'
Zagzeroth says, 'Very well should you need it the address is: 1 Waterbank Road, Sirith-e-Thil...'
Zagzeroth pricks himself with the needle again at the utterance of the sindarin words.
Tinnurion memorizes the address.
Tinnurion bows deeply before Zagzeroth.
Zagzeroth bows deeply before Tinnurion.
(They then go their seperate ways, Zag falling deep into thought in the mists of his chosen home, whilst Tinnurion goes on his way attending to business only he would have knowledge of.)
((This story was taken directly from the chat logs during this particular conversation/event and is only to be known by those involved, but nonetheless enjoy.))
