Post by aragorntelcontar on Apr 18, 2011 15:03:05 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
ARAGORN TELCONTAR*
I am Aragorn. Some call me Estel, others Dúnadan, and even more call me Strider, a Ranger of the North. I am 70, born in the year 2931 of the third age, and honestly, I haven't had the easiest life, not the least because of who I am, kept from me from a very young age from my mother's fears over my life.
You see, I was raised in Rivendell after the death of my father, killed by orcs, when I was two years old, and ever after I was kept hidden, my name even changed to protect me from what my mother considered the same fate as my father and his father before him. Did I know that I was the one who would be king? No. And I didn't suffer for this lack of knowledge because I didn't really know any different. Known as Estil, Hope in the language of the elves, I grew up around the elven people and learned their language and ways, and even met and fell in love with one, but I will not talk of her yet.
It was years later that Elrond came to me and told me who I really was, and only then did I leave to take my place as Chieftain of the Dúnedain, the Rangers of the North and from there began to guard the northern reaches, including the Shire, the land where the Hobbits come from. I revelled in the wilds, living rough and very unlike the kings of my blood, and enjoyed protecting those who couldn't protect themselves.
In 1256, I met Gandalf the Grey, and a quick friendship formed, though it wasn't without its rough moments, but I highly respect the wizard, a strong and brave and very just individual. We've worked together many times to protect Middle Earth, me from the shadows and him in his rather innocent-seeming form as a kindly wizard. But great allies are like that, they work together to achieve a goal.
Our goal is to keep Middle Earth free of Sauron's grip. Right now I am wandering the wastes between the Shire and the outlying lands beyond it, simply keeping an eye on those peaceful people who may need me... and in the meantime, missing home and those within Rivendell who I care for.
But my personality, you say? Well, there are some who think I am rather rough, apt to talk little unless it is to those I really trust. I'm not sure what else someone would find interesting about me except that I am utterly in love. In love with the one whose Light shines on me and makes me feel... free. Her name is Arwen Undomiel, daughter of Elrond. Around her I am unlike myself, calm and serene, where as in stressful situations I am apt to fight and then think, though always I am ever mindful of how I appear to others, that I must protect those around me in order to survive. My survival isn't the utmost important... no, it is those whom I protect who are the ones who are my focus. I cannot stop, and I cannot rest... my feet will always be moving.
I am Strider.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is kristie. i also play no one else. i happen to be a girl and i've blown out more than thirty candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just AIM: krisarms1675 me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be human and he/she hails from Rivendell/The Shire. My final last words are muddeling through!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
They say life goes on, and those who say that to Jay after everything that has happened during the last few weeks, yep, he wants to punch their freakin' teeth down their throat. Normally he'd sit down, stew about it for a few days, that he left Dallas without a word to his family, but with being off on his own, it's left to Jay to keep making sure the world stays in moderately one piece, mostly because there's no one else to do it. Okay, that's the hero-complex-y side of himself talking, but at the same time, what else do you expect of a firefighter who is slowly getting more and more strung out by the late nights and the cold bed that he has? Yeah, exactly, he's frustrated. Yeah, it's a shame but that's his life.
So that's why he's on the road late at night after a shift, a hand on the wheel of his beloved Impala and roaring down the road in the direction of home. There's a stretch of park between the firehall and his apartment, and driving through, going about ten or fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit as he drives along the wet blacktop, drops of rain spattering his windshield. Jay tilts his head quickly from side to side, cracking his neck as he drives, intending to get home, pop something quick and easy into the microwave, feed the dog then flop into bed... all in all a good night for him, considering he feels like death warmed over. Just the very nature of being up for two days in a row with only a few brief naps to rest between them is a huge reason why he's in a hurry. He doesn't want to die on some wet, dark road in the middle of nowhere... and neither does he want to pull over and sleep either. He loves his car, he does... but it's not that comfortable to sleep in. The upholstery is kind of lumpy. Humming along to the radio to stay awake, Jay drums his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of "Heir of the Dog" until the chorus comes through, and he grins, singing along in a loud voice. "Now you're messin' with a... son of a bitch!" Tapping the steering wheel, he can't help but smirk to himself... yeah, truth in advertising
Moments later, wondering if that late night coffee place is still open, Jay looks down at his watch, and in that split second, a couple things happen. He sees something pale on the side of the road, he notices it's really really freaking early in the morning... and something runs across the road right in front of the car. Clenching his jaw as he darts his eyes to where he saw whatever it was dash into the Impala's path, he visibly jumps as if electrocuted and then slams on the brakes. All but yelling a "SON OF A BITCH!!" at the realization that it's a huge freaking animal in his way, Jay yanks the steering wheel quickly to the side in reaction before correcting, almost bottoming out in a ditch as the Impala's wheels skid along the rain-slick blacktop before straightening out the black shiny automobile. Looking annoyed after a second, he mutters a soft "Jeez, what the hell was that?" before pulling the car off the side of the road.
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• Sitting there for a second to get his heart rate back under control, a hand covering his chest because he was sure he was about to have a heart attack, he glances in the rear view mirror and groans. Something's out there... and who the hell knows what it is... though it is on four legs.. and doesn't look hurt. Getting out of the car slowly, moving around the side to check the thing out, Jay walks slowly with measured steps mostly to make sure he won't be attacked. He knows that there are some wild animals living in these trees, and knowing him, he's just found one. Right now though, he mostly wants to see if he hit the thing. That's when it hits him, there's a huge freaking Cougar sitting there in the middle of the road, where he would have hit it if he hadn't dodged. Holding up both hands, a soft, "niiiice kitty" softly murmured towards the huge cat, he stops his progress and grits his teeth, making sure the thing isn't hurt, and totally oblivious that he's being watched. Yes, Jay... you're a smart, smart man... getting out of a car to deal with a cat that's pissed off. Muscle popping in his jaw, he just stands there, wondering... Maybe getting out of that car was a bad idea….
So that's why he's on the road late at night after a shift, a hand on the wheel of his beloved Impala and roaring down the road in the direction of home. There's a stretch of park between the firehall and his apartment, and driving through, going about ten or fifteen miles per hour over the speed limit as he drives along the wet blacktop, drops of rain spattering his windshield. Jay tilts his head quickly from side to side, cracking his neck as he drives, intending to get home, pop something quick and easy into the microwave, feed the dog then flop into bed... all in all a good night for him, considering he feels like death warmed over. Just the very nature of being up for two days in a row with only a few brief naps to rest between them is a huge reason why he's in a hurry. He doesn't want to die on some wet, dark road in the middle of nowhere... and neither does he want to pull over and sleep either. He loves his car, he does... but it's not that comfortable to sleep in. The upholstery is kind of lumpy. Humming along to the radio to stay awake, Jay drums his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of "Heir of the Dog" until the chorus comes through, and he grins, singing along in a loud voice. "Now you're messin' with a... son of a bitch!" Tapping the steering wheel, he can't help but smirk to himself... yeah, truth in advertising
Moments later, wondering if that late night coffee place is still open, Jay looks down at his watch, and in that split second, a couple things happen. He sees something pale on the side of the road, he notices it's really really freaking early in the morning... and something runs across the road right in front of the car. Clenching his jaw as he darts his eyes to where he saw whatever it was dash into the Impala's path, he visibly jumps as if electrocuted and then slams on the brakes. All but yelling a "SON OF A BITCH!!" at the realization that it's a huge freaking animal in his way, Jay yanks the steering wheel quickly to the side in reaction before correcting, almost bottoming out in a ditch as the Impala's wheels skid along the rain-slick blacktop before straightening out the black shiny automobile. Looking annoyed after a second, he mutters a soft "Jeez, what the hell was that?" before pulling the car off the side of the road.
•
• Sitting there for a second to get his heart rate back under control, a hand covering his chest because he was sure he was about to have a heart attack, he glances in the rear view mirror and groans. Something's out there... and who the hell knows what it is... though it is on four legs.. and doesn't look hurt. Getting out of the car slowly, moving around the side to check the thing out, Jay walks slowly with measured steps mostly to make sure he won't be attacked. He knows that there are some wild animals living in these trees, and knowing him, he's just found one. Right now though, he mostly wants to see if he hit the thing. That's when it hits him, there's a huge freaking Cougar sitting there in the middle of the road, where he would have hit it if he hadn't dodged. Holding up both hands, a soft, "niiiice kitty" softly murmured towards the huge cat, he stops his progress and grits his teeth, making sure the thing isn't hurt, and totally oblivious that he's being watched. Yes, Jay... you're a smart, smart man... getting out of a car to deal with a cat that's pissed off. Muscle popping in his jaw, he just stands there, wondering... Maybe getting out of that car was a bad idea….
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