Gollum at the Naith

Some part of this RP is missing

Naith of Lorien
You stand riverside, in Dwimordene, amidst the grey bowls of the mallyrn and the conceiling underbrush on the eastern banks of the river Celebrant. It is here in these golden woods where the rolling foothills of the Misties come to an end and in the Elven realm of Lothlorien, often called Dwimordene or Dreamland by men, begins. It's Winter, and the mallyrn's golden leaves fill thier boughs as they sleep the winter away. Presently, the early morning sun filters down through the trees, creating a patchword of sunshine and shady areas.

The elf near the bush grummbles to himself and peers at the sets of eyes that glow slightly in the brush, under his breath he states,"<Sindarin> God help thee who hides beneath the furrows of a bush." Drawing an arrow and preparing to nock and fire into the brush he decides against it and instead turns to the figure nearing from down the path, returning his arrow to its proper place he says,"<Sindarin> Who be'est thou? Would thou kindly show thee's self." his eyes never leave the brush as he speaks, but his ears turn slightly in the direction of the emerging figure.

Crouching on the riverbank, his gleaming lampent eyes just above the muddy hedge, Gollum watches the elf. His head pivots from right to left searching the treeline for more of the hated greyclad figures. Again a hiss rips the night, "Ssss.sss.sss! We hatesss them, preciousss.sss. Yesss, must escape. Must run. Mussst not be ssseen by them, my preciouss." The skinny creature huddles down into the mud as the elf is distracted, quietly he begins to move his hiding place stealthily northward.

Emerging from concealement, so the figure raises a hand to stay the squire's unrest. She (A woman, one guesses. Either by her figure and bearing, or else by her voice) "Put up thine arms, lad. Only friends walk here, to be sure." Then, relieving herself of the grey cowl swathed about her visage; so the maiden lends a nod in the guardsman's direction, by way of a greeting."

Ilthien looks at the woman as if she is crazy, pointing to the brush he says,"<Sindarin> And what may that be?" he points at a thin unconcealed claw that has inched out of the brush in a northern direction. He then continues,"<Sindarin> There is something in there." looking twice at the claw he shouts out a string of curses and falls back in shock with what he has accidently uncovered.

Heedless of the elves now, Gollum continues to crawl his way northwards up the bank, slowly inching his way through the icy mud of the winter river. His lamplike eyes gleam behind him at the pair of elves and a hiss slips out unchecked, "Ssss! Elvessss with their cruel tongues and bright eyes, we hatesss them! Precious... *GOLLUM* *GOLLUM*

Ilthien cries out as he sees the creature climb from the brush and move northward, scrammbling to his feet he attempts to hit it with the base of his longbow but misses and is jarred slightly from his stance. Moving quickly he yells to the woman,"<Sindarin> Thou would be most kindly to alert the other guards of this foolish beasts arrival...and please do so fast." he looks at the thing and sneers slightly attempting to leep for it but instead missjudging and landing in a brush. Tthe elf runs sounding a alarm into the night...

Struck dumb for a time, and with her jaw depending; so the maid manages a simple: "Well," She points at the oddly mobile, (and literate) piece of flora; Still quite dumbfounded, then fumbling she draws forth the long knife sheathed at her belt. Knuckles whitening as they tighten on the worn bone handle, she looks to the icy steel; the cold blue light 'pon it's edge that betrays the proximity of some evil.Quite chargined. Dismayed at the squire's noisy antics, she sheaths the blade; for quarry doubtless lost, were it to start for the river. And instead looks to the bow at her shoulder, taking it to hand.

The sound of singing steal brings the sneaking creature to heel in its retreat. His head turns back to look at its source. Gollum cringes, like a frightened rodent, his back arched, knees drawn up to his chest and hands and feet sunk into the frozen mud of the river's sloping bank. A sudden green light takes hold of the creature's pallid eyes and he hisses sharply, "Ack! Elvsesss cruel steel... They wants to bite usss, preciousss! We must.leave.my precious. We must get away my precious"

With bow stringed, and a grey-fletched nocked thereto; Gillhach raises the weapon, draws the string. Assured the shot, either by skill, acuity, and even in the dimlit night; even as her eyes narrow, finger loosening 'pon the waxed gut that she might kill the despicable creature revealed there at the riverbank. Struck by pity, mayhap, for the bedraggled wretch. She hesitates, lowering the weapon, releasing the tension on the string, then removes the arrow to the quiver at her belt.

Gollum dives in to the river leaving only a small splash to mark his passage. Fear has forced the haggared wanderer to flee, harried and hounded by evil fortune for centuries. Soon the thing drags itself upon the other riverbank and crawls his way toward the shelter of the woods upon the other side.

Gollum:
A scrawny thing, black and of indescriminate features. Two points of light, the ghastly creature's eyes, gleam out like green-white moons captured in the skeletal face. Its rotten breath that stinks of fish and foulness whispers out in ragged hisses from the wide mouth. Teeth, like fangs, number few. Those that still remain set in the black gums waste away to foul-tipped, dangerous points glimpsed only when the skeletal thing bares them in a snarl. What hair it has hangs like a mane of grey tendrils from the back of its head and falls down its impossibly thin neck. Boney shoulders, thin and fleshless support long wiry arms that end in strong hands. Fingers, strong, lean and reaching, adroit and deadly tipped with long black nails resembling claws. It moves like an animal, reaching forward with its long hands and hopping forward on its wide feet with an economy of stealth.

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