:Open: Watch the ashes climb

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Vanya sighed heavily as she looked around at her surroundings atop her steed Landion. Her hands gripped the reins as Landion, grew restless underneath her, soft snorts leaving his lips. She could tell he was restless and nervous, and this in turn made her nervous. But in order to keep him calm she gently rubbed his neck and softly cooed at him. Vanya did this a lot, when something captivated her or she was in thought, she tended to follow it or went out for walks to clear her mind. She would never know where she ended up. But she walked for as however long it would take for her to clear her mind and feel peaceful.

Only recently had she started to ride Landion, since she was just recently given him, to help clear her head as well. The soft hoof prints and his rhythmical moving of his body tended to lull her til her stress, worry, and nervousness went away. Apparently this time it took longer then usual. The elf girl reached up and gently moved the hood of her cloak more over her face. If she knew she wasn't in any danger then she would have taken it off. But she didn't.

Her crimson red and copper hair was covered by the silken yellow hood, except for a few ringlets that managed to escape for being on her shoulders and most of her body except for the part of her leaf green dress. Her knee moved as she propped it up against the horn of the saddle and looked at her surroundings again, her murky green eyes taking everything in. It took her a moment but she realized that she must have been by or in the Iron Hills. The sun's rays gently laid on her and some of Landion's mane. The horse shook his head and grew more impatient. Vanya patted his neck again, but it wasn't working, until she realized he heard something and soon she heard it too.

[garulf]

So the trick in hunting mountain goat was to approach them from above. Mountain goats always looked down to see their enemies and they of course had the vision to see to the side and backwards, however they rarely expect the attacker to come from above. The young goat that had caught this warrior’s eye was a fast one, only a winter old and quick on his steps. It climbed and jumped up the rocky hills and found some roots and bushes to eat from as it was on the look out for some females of his own kind. The goat was completely oblivious to the fact that someone was hunting it and it just kept on eating happily however warily as usual from the green bush he had just found. A few stones rolled down behind him and the young buck turned his ears to hear if any enemies were approaching – but no steps were to be heard.

The man barely breathed as he pointed his arrow at the small buck. Three, two, one! He counted in his head as he crawled further down into a better distance to the goat. It was only in the matter of seconds before the arrow flew and landed just in the neck of the young buck that sank to the ground. “Gotcha!” The long haired man exhaled happily and jumped down to the platform where the buck had been eating from the bush. He glanced down at his stallion that was standing hidden behind the trees further down, and grinned to the horse, as if it would understand the triumphal hunt of his owner. The man was strong enough to take the goat down on ground level and moved started skinning it, cutting the flesh into small parts and he removing the intestines.

He lit several campfires around his work to keep the flies and other bugs away, so there wouldn’t come maggot in the meat before he was finished drying it. Meanwhile he himself was sitting in front of a small fire and cooking a big juicy leg on a home made wooden spear. His primitive method of survival was basic knowledge for a man in medieval times who liked to travel. It was quick and simple, however he sadly had to leave a few remains from the buck since he could not carry all of it with him. As he was sitting and waiting for his dinner to get ready, his brown eyes spotted another rider, and in his happy ignorance the man lifted a hand and waved. “Ahoy friend.” He yelled at the rider, not even considering the fact that it could be an enemy.

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Vanya's and Landion's head moved towards the voice as she saw a man waving at her. He seemed to be preparing some kind of meat and probably just got done hunting. What was he hunting in the Iron hills? Her murky dark eyes looked around at what exactly he was doing. Landion impatiently stomped his foot and Vanya steered him towards the man."Hello friend" she spoke gently with a small smile as she waved back. The man seemed kind enough, considering he just called some stranger a friend. Though Vanya was always trusting of others, especially since she was still a little shooken up from being so far from home.

Vanya kept her hood on and just peeked out from it. She wasn't used to being with mixed company, both man and male. But Vanya was sweet enough so she didn't mind. Landion snorted at Garulf and Vanya gently patted his neck. His footsteps soon stopped in the general vicinity of Garulf, as Vanya graciously got off her horse. Her landing was very soft as her feet hit the ground."It seems you've had luck with your hunting,good sir, what did you get?" she asked gently as she turned her body towards him but stayed next to her horse. She was unsure if she should sit next to him or not.

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[garulf]

Gárulf had not noticed that the stranger he had seen in the distance was a woman, but as the rider came closer he then noticed the red hair and the beautiful face it surrounded. Immediately his hand moved up to his own thick dark hair and pushed it away from his forehead as a small cocky smile formed on his lips. His face was covered with small beard and as he smiled his cheeks made some long dimples. “Hello my lady. What are you doing here all by yourself?” he asked her curiously and jumped up. His bow was fastened on his shoulder and his two daggers were on each side of his waist if he would need them. However he did not feel cautious at all, and actually the sight of a young beauty calmed him even more. Gárulf Folcwine was good with women. He was not a dumbass like his little brother who was clumsy and who stuttered and blushed every time he talked with the opposite sex. Gárulf Folcwine was just as quick in his flirtatious speech as he was with his combat skills.

“Nice horse you have there.” He said and gave the animal a small smile before turning his hazel gaze back at the girl. Her hood was pulled over her head, though it was not hard to see that she was a gorgeous creature. And as she jumped off the horse, he noticed how elegant her movements were. They showed years and years of training which just made Gárulf’s smile grow even wider. “I have had luck indeed.” He said and eyed her as if he had been hunting for her instead of the dead buck, however that teasing glance did not last long and he soon broke it off by turning around to look at the steak he was preparing. “A mountain goat.” Gárulf replied and made a hairflip. “You must be weary from your travel on the back of a horse. Why don’t you join me for a meal?” He offered her and extended a long fingered and strong hand. “I have some warm herbal tea in the kettle as well…”

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Vanya's head moved up as Gárulf jumped up, so he didn't know she was a woman? Then again how could he, if she had a cloak on. Vanya smiled gently at him and slowly moved the hood from her face, letting it fall to her back. "Oh just clearing my head, good sir, apparently too good" she spoke with a light laugh. She on the other hand didn't have any weaponry on her, but a sword. She rarely used it, considering she was in Rivendell most of the time, but she promised her mother she would take it. It seemed her mother knew, that clearing her head tended to take her away from home more and more. Vanya couldn't help, she had to clear her thoughts or else she would get nervous and worry.

Vanya never flirted with men, it wasn't that she didn't want to she just didn't know how nor is very good at it. Others didn't flirt with her much, so she never took up the skill, if you will. She also was oblivious to when it was happening most of the time, unless it was obvious. Another smile on Vanya's lips as she lightly bowed her head "Thank you, he is beautiful both inside and out"

[/b]she spoke gently as she reached up and gently ran her fingers through his mane. Landion calmed and let his head hang as she did so, dropping his guard for the time being. Her head tilted as he said that he had luck, his tone suggested something otherwise but she decided to let it go as she heard also what he caught. That would make sense considering where they were.

Vanya, grew a little hesitant before gently taking a step forward and giving him her hand."Thank you again, sir, it seems I have grown rather hungry from that ride"[/b] she spoke with a smile and then added "tea would be lovely"[/b]. Her murky eyes glinted just a little to show the emerald color as she looked down at her company.

((I hope he was offering his hand for her to take it, I wasn't sure XD))
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[garulf]

A smile broke out on Gárulf’s face as the lady took down the hood from her cloak and let it drop down her back. She had gorgeous red hair and he wondered where she was from. He had honestly never seen a person with such red locks before. There were of course a few red heads in Rohan, but most people were either blond, dirty blond or brown. Actually his hair was a bit too dark to be usual Rohirric hair. Not to mention his little brother who had raven locks, like their mother. His father had been blond haired when he was young, but then his hair had gotten the same dark brown colour as Gárulf’s before it turned grey. This woman’s hair could not be compared to anything he had seen before and you could not blame the young man for staring at her with wide eyes. He ranked his back like he usually did when he was in the presence of a beautiful girl and a small spark appeared in his hazel eyes every time they met hers. She too had interesting eyes. She looked young to him, but somewhere in those eyes of hers lied deep wisdom, and for a moment it made him wonder how old this young lady was. He decided to find out. “It is not often that we meet such a young girl riding alone in this country. Where do you hail from? Are you far away from home?” he asked her.

When the red haired lady said that her horse was beautiful inside as well as out, the man could not help but to comment on that sentence. “Just like his owner.” He said softly and pursed his lips as she placed her hand in his and he bowed his head. He placed a quick but elegant kiss on top of her hand that was lying in his big “paw” and stepped backwards to lead her to the fire. He finally let go of her once he reached the campfire where he prepared the big steak on, and took the warm kettle. In a leather backpack, he found two small cups and poured some herbal tea in each of them before handing one to the lady. “I am glad that you could join me… My name is Gárulf Folcwine by the way… What might your name be?” He asked and tilted his head, “You look like a princess, so it must be a beautiful royal name.”

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Vanya actually inherited her red hair from her mother. Most of her physical features and of course her dancing ability came from her mother. However her horse whispering ability and lovely green eyes came from her father. She was lucky to inherit these two things from him. She smiled gently at his question "Yes a bit far away, Rivendell is my home" she spoke gently as she looked down for a moment. He seemed trustworthy, after all he was sharing the fruits of his labor with her.

Vanya grew nervous whenever she was flirted with just because this poor girl didn't know what to do if someone was. Just like his owner his words rang in her head and her eyes looked up at him, searching his face." Why, why do you say this?"

[/color] she asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice though it was more of confusion. He did not really know her, they had only been talking for a few moments. Yet he made this statement. Her head moved down however as she watched him bring her hand to his lips. Her hand was small compared to his, his were rough where hers were soft, yet his were also warm. Vanya bowed her head respectfully before he lead her around the fire.

"Thank you" she spoke gently as she took the cup of tea and brought it to her lips, before taking a seat. Taking a sip, she smiled and swallowed it. The drink tasted great. Her emerald green eyes moved towards him and they sparkled like a jewel as she watched him and heard his words. A bright smile fell on her face and she shook her head "No no I'm not a princess, I'm just a maiden. My name is Vanya Immeril" she spoke with a sweet smile as she bowed her head to him again."It's a pleasure to meet you Gárulf Folcwine and where do you hail from?" she asked gently.
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[garulf]

Gárulf was used to many different women. He was used to those lustful experienced kind as well as young and innocent ones. He preferred the young girls because he liked to work to get a girl, and usually they either blushed or did not understand when he was flirting with them. With her question, he immediately placed the red haired girl in that category. “Well… I said it because you seem like a wonderful woman.” He said straight from the heart as his hazel eyes sparkled as the campfires got reflected in them. He studied her for a moment before something suddenly clicked for him. No wonder why she was so gorgeous. This girl was an elf. A real elf. Gárulf crossed his arms and gave her a small smile. “Rivendell, that is an elfish country. No wonder you look so exotic. It is not often that I see elves.” He said with a small chuckle and afterwards led her to the main fire.

It would still take an entire night for the meat to dry properly and he was therefore in no rush to hurry up and get back to Rohan. The man had planned on sleeping under the open sky, while making sure that no wolves would get to the scent of the meat that had been hung up. Gárulf picked up a big knife from the ground and cut a small slice into the steak he was preparing, seeing that it was not done yet because of the reddish meat that showed. “Vanya Immeril is a beautiful name as well.” He gave her a smile and put the knife back on a big leaf where he has had gathered the spices for the meat. “I hail from Rohan.” He told her with a shrug. “Have you ever been there?” Gárulf continued while taking up his own cup of hot tea and gently sipping to it.

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Vanya brought the cup to her lips as she took another sip of the tea. It was actually rather refreshing, considering she didn't drink herbal tea a lot. Her head tilted to the side as she watched him, hearing his explanation for what he said. She didn't know what to say to this, so she didn't say anything all she replied with was "Thank you"

[/b] and a smile. Though in all honesty she was still confused on how he would even consider her wonderful. Though she heard that mortal men were often swayed by just looks, though Vanya didn't consider herself as beautiful as a princess or even Arwen at that.

Vanya's hands moved as she brought her cloak closer to her, keeping the edges on her lap. Her eyes moved as she watched him, what he was doing. "Yes, I don't meet a lot of mortals, I generally stay in Rivendell, especially now" she spoke gently as she reached up and pushed some of her red and copper hair away from her face. She remained comfortable on the large log that she was sitting on as he spoke gain of his home this time and complimenting her name. Unsure what to say again she replied "Thank you again, you have so many compliments for me" she spoke with a bright smile before looking down. Her eyes watching what he was doing with the knife. Her head moved up towards him as he spoke of Rohan and she shook her head. "No I haven't but I've heard of it, you are known for your love of horses" she spoke with a smile.

Landion snorted and walked closer to the fire, still standing off to the side, his eyes were fixed on his master.
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