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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 9 months

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au roulette #2: coffee shop

it's- well. there's a coffee shop. and it's an au. sure!

The stones of Minas Ithil are still new, fresh-cut from the quarries of the White Mountains and star-bright beneath the unhidden sun. The city is still young and incomplete, but shops still spring up on the lower levels, in the shadow of new walls, coffeehouses and bakeries and weavers’ shops. It’s here that Abrazâni meets Valardis.

The coffee shop has no name yet, unless it’s that of the proprietor, a young Númenórean with long hair braided back and some of the most ingenious combinations of flavors Abrazâni thinks have ever been put to coffee. The fact that she actually likes some of them is an even greater testament to Sildor’s skills.

“The city is coming along quite well,” Abrazâni says, watching her son vanish around the corner after Valardis’s. “It’s beautiful already.”

“It is,” Valardis says, nearly glowing with pride. “And far more swiftly than we expected.” She draws a heavy notebook from the satchel at her side and spreads it between them. “We have some early designs for the citadel,” she says, flipping through smudged and sketchy pages until she finds the one she seeks, rough drawings of a tall, proud tower decorated with images of the crescent moon. “I thought we might have a beacon at the top,” Valardis says, “like the ones in the great lighthouses. Estenan thought the light would surely disturb the city at night, but I think it would remind many of us of home.” And if she hesitates a little on the word, Abrazâni does not mention it, and does not try to decide the places she should now call home.

“It’s wonderful,” she says instead, reaching out but not daring to touch the page. She lets a teasing note into her voice. “You really are trying to live up to the moon theme, aren’t you?” And Valardis laughs, the bright sound echoing off the stone, and turns to another page.

“We called this place Ithilien,” she says. “We may as well commit to it.” She pulls a pencil from her hair, making a face as the bun wound round it unravels. “There is something else. Less grand than a palace, perhaps, but I think you may like this one better.” She spins her sketchbook round and pushes it towards Abrazâni, smiling expectantly.

These sketches are more careful, depicting long, high-roofed halls and great windows up above, and in some of the drawings they are filled with shelves, and the shelves with books. Abrazâni looks up. “A library?” Valardis’s smile widens.

“We will collect as much as we can of what remains of our lore, but it will want for a keeper sooner rather than later.”

Abrazâni studies her friend. “You don’t mean to fill the role yourself?”

“Ah, I’ve always been a better dreamer than a planner, you know that.”

“You sell yourself short,” Abrazâni murmurs, but she runs her fingertips gently over the arched windows in the pictures.

“I know my strengths,” Valardis says primly. “And besides, I will not lack for other duties. It would please us to have one who knows her business to keep the archives.” And Abrazâni smiles then, and accepts the offer gladly, and Valardis embraces her.

“Don’t tell me you designed this just for me,” Abrazâni says, turning through half a dozen pages of sketches and things that are very nearly architectural plans. It bears a great resemblance to the grand library of Andúnië where she had met often with Valardis and with Isildur and Anárion in more peaceful days.

“Then I will not tell you,” Valardis says easily. “Is there anything you would see changed?”

“Not at all,” Abrazâni says quickly. “Well. Not at the moment, anyway.” Valardis laughs.

“Make a list and we will see it done,” she says. Abrazâni quirks a smile.

“This was not your plan alone, was it?”

“As I said,” Valardis says serenely, “I am not the great planner in my household.”

“And Isildur is?” Abrazâni says, mostly under her breath. Mostly.

“Hey!” a new voice protests.

Isildur joins them in the coffee shop, dirt still dark under his nails as he kisses his wife and lifts Abrazâni in a spinning hug as he and his brother so often had when they were children, never mind her protests. The Tree is growing well, he reports, and asks after Abrazâni and Tárandil when the matter of the library is settled. Abrazâni quiets, and does not miss the look her old friends share, but in truth she and her son are doing well, all things considered, and he often misses Isildur and Valardis’s sons when he and Abrazâni are out of the city.

“Then stay, if you find Minas Ithil to your liking,” Isildur says, and she appreciates it, she does, and having such a great library as her charge calls to her as little else, but some days she is still the wife of the Captain-general of the fleets of Númenor, and many have not forgotten that. Neither has she.

But if ever there was a time for new beginnings, this must be it, with the end of something great and from its shards building that which must come next.

“Perhaps I will,” she says.

#auroulette2023 #lotro #my stories #playing with thoughts about what abrazani's dynamic with everyone actually was #(it spawned a lot of timeline of their relationships thoughts that did not end up here)#abrazani #valardis #isildur #the other thing about this au where she's here is that i don't think it changes all that much re:the disaster and related Things #there might be slightly fewer issues specifically about 'son of no blood' but. then again there may not be. just different ones #but yeah i don't think it fundamentally changes anything except maybe making halls of black lore sadder #the existence of the place not necessarily the instance specifically #anyway :)#edit: asdfd this was another travel one and. among the things that were not checked was how far apart any of isildur's kids were born

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genevieveetguy · 4 months

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Papa, the Lil' Boats (Papa les petits bateaux…), Nelly Kaplan (1971)

#Nelly Kaplan #René Guyonnet #Claude Makovski #Sheila White #Michel Bouquet #Judith Magre #Michael Lonsdale #André Valardy #Pierre Mondy #Jean Parédès #Sydney Chaplin #Bernard Musson #Ricardo Aronovich #André Popp #Noëlle Boisson #1971 #woman director

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reavenedges-lies · 1 year

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LAK @ ARI (12/23/22) Shootout Breakdown:

🐺 Schmaltz ❌

👑 Valardi ❌

🐺 Bjugstad 🚨

👑 Moore ❌

🐺 Keller ❌

👑 Kempe ❌

#Yotes lb

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alexlacquemanne · 2 years

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Aout MMXXII

Films

Mais où est donc passée la septième compagnie ? (1973) de Robert Lamoureux avec Pierre Mondy, Jean Lefebvre, Aldo Maccione, Érik Colin, Robert Lamoureux et Pierre Tornade

On a retrouvé la 7e compagnie (1975) de Robert Lamoureux avec Pierre Mondy, Jean Lefebvre, Henri Guybet, Pierre Tornade et Bernard Dhéran

La Septième Compagnie au clair de lune (1977) de Robert Lamoureux avec Pierre Mondy, Jean Lefebvre, Henri Guybet, Gérard Jugnot, André Pousse et Patricia Karim

Y a-t-il un pilote dans l'avion ? (Airplane!) (1980) de David Zucker, Jerry Zucker et Jim Abrahams avec Robert Hays, Julie Hagerty, Lloyd Bridges, Leslie Nielsen, Robert Stack et Peter Graves

Les Traducteurs (2019) de Régis Roinsard avec Lambert Wilson, Alex Lawther, Olga Kurylenko, Riccardo Scamarcio, Sidse Babett Knudsen et Eduardo Noriega

Ho ! (1968) de Robert Enrico avec Jean-Paul Belmondo, Joanna Shimkus, Raymond Bussières, Paul Crauchet, Stéphane Fey, Alain Mottet et André Weber

Les Fugitifs (1986) de Francis Veber avec Pierre Richard, Gérard Depardieu, Anaïs Bret, Jean Carmet, Maurice Barrier et Jean Benguigui

Les 55 Jours de Pékin (55 Days at Peking) de Nicholas Ray, Andrew Marton et Guy Greena avec Charlton Heston, Ava Gardner, David Niven, Flora Robson et Leo Genn

Du haut de la terrasse (From the Terrace) (1960) de Mark Robson avec Paul Newman, Joanne Woodward, Myrna Loy, Ina Balin, Leon Ames et Barbara Eden

Soleil vert (Soylent Green) (1973) de Richard Fleischer avec Charlton Heston, Leigh Taylor-Young, Edward G. Robinson, Chuck Connors, Joseph Cotten et Brock Peters

Quai d'Orsay (2013) de Bertrand Tavernier avec Thierry Lhermitte, Raphaël Personnaz, Niels Arestrup, Bruno Raffaelli, Julie Gayet, Anaïs Demoustier, Thomas Chabrol, Thierry Frémont et Alix Poisson

Les Compères (1983) de Francis Veber avec Pierre Richard, Gérard Depardieu, Anny Duperey, Michel Aumont, Stéphane Bierry et Philippe Khorsand

Le Téléphone rose (1975) de Édouard Molinaro avec Mireille Darc, Pierre Mondy, Françoise Prévost, Michael Lonsdale, Daniel Ceccaldi et Gérard Hérold

Dies iræ (2003) d'Alexandre Astier avec Alexandre Astier, Tony Saba, Thomas Cousseau, Lionnel Astier, Alexis Hénon, Nicolas Gabion, Franck Pitiot et Jean-Christophe Hembert

La Chèvre (1981) de Francis Veber avec Pierre Richard, Gérard Depardieu, Pedro Armendáriz Jr, Michel Robin, André Valardy et Corynne Charby

Les Vieux Fourneaux (2018) de Christophe Duthuron avec Pierre Richard, Roland Giraud, Eddy Mitchell, Alice Pol, Henri Guybet et Méliane Marcaggi

Les Vieux Fourneaux 2 : Bons pour l'asile (2022) de Christophe Duthuron avec Pierre Richard, Eddy Mitchell, Bernard Le Coq, Alice Pol, Myriam Boyer, Jean Sarrus : Baba et Claire Nadeau

Guet-apens (The Getaway) (1972) de Sam Peckinpah avec Steve McQueen, Ali MacGraw, Ben Johnson, Sally Struthers, Al Lettieri et Slim Pickens

Vice (2018) de Adam McKay avec Christian Bale, Amy Adams, Steve Carell, Sam Rockwell, Tyler Perry & Alison Pill

Le Masque de fer (1962) de Henri Decoin avec Jean Marais, Sylva Koscina, Jean-François Poron, Gisèle Pascal, Philippe Lemaire et Jean Rochefort

Sous le plus grand chapiteau du monde (The Greatest Show on Earth) (1952) de Cecil B. DeMille avec Charlton Heston, Betty Hutton, Cornel Wilde, Gloria Grahame, James Stewart et Dorothy Lamour

Séries

The Rookie Saison 4

Acétylcholine - Chasse au trésor - Combat à mort - Menace sur a ville - Remise en cause - Le coeur au bord des lèvres

Les Nouvelles Aventures de Lucky Luke

Liki Liki - Lucky Luke en Alaska - Les Dalton contre Sherlock Holmes - Lucky Luke contre Lucky Luke - Lumière dans l'Ouest - Ni Dalton, ni maître - Roulette indienne - Fort Custer - Le Trésor des Dalton- L'Homme volant - Les Indiens Dalton - Les Héritiers - Pour une poignée de Dalton

Détective Conan Saison 1

Le Plus Grand Détective du siècle - Le Commencement - Méfiez-vous des stars - Le Poisson lumineux - La Bombe roulante - Le Meurtre de la Saint-Valentin - Le Mystérieux expéditeur - Meurtre au musée - Festival fatal - Conan marque un but - Sonate pour crime au clair de lune - L'Enlèvement d'Ayumi - Le Meurtre déconcertant - Un message à déchiffrer - Un cadavre a disparu - Le Meurtre du collectionneur d'antiquités - Cambriolage au supermarché - La Mariée de juin - Meurtre dans l'ascenseur - La Maison hantée - Meurtre sur un plateau - Les meurtriers en série embarquent sur le Luxury Liner : 1re partie - Les meurtriers en série embarquent sur le Luxury Liner : 2e partie - La Mystérieuse amnésique - Enlèvement contre rançon - John et l'Assassinat - La Réunion de classe de Kogorô : 1re partie - La Réunion de classe de Kogorô : 2e partie - Meurtre en direct - Un alibi parfait - Meurtre au studio de télévision - Meurtre au coffee shop - Rendez-vous mortel - L'Homme aux bandelettes : 1re partie - L'Homme aux bandelettes : 2e partie - Lundi 19h30 - Meurtre au cactus - La Fête du Feu - Le Meurtre de l'héritière : 1re partie - Le Meurtre de l'héritière : 2e partie - L'Affaire du drapeau en lambeaux - Meurtre au karaoké

Dix pour cent Saison 4

Charlotte - Franck - José - Sandrine - Sigourney - Jean

Le Visiteur du Futur : Néo-Versailles Saison 4

La Balade de Raph et Stella - La Cour Royale - Le Sauveur malgré lui - Un Nouvel Espoir - Le Bal - Le Réveil - Coup de Théâtre - Les Ficelles - La Révolution - Le Clou du Spectacle

Affaires sensibles

L'incendie de Notre-Dame de Paris - Irak 2003 : Quand la France résiste - Sports Sensibles IV : Springboks'95, la mort en arc en ciel - Les 24H du Mans de 1955 : le diable est dans la ligne droite - L’affaire du Watergate ou la chute du président Nixon - L'affaire des archives volées de la franc-maçonnerie

Columbo Saison 13, 12, 2

En grandes pompes - Le meurtre aux deux visages - Dites-le avec des fleurs

Kaamelott Livre I

Heat - Les Tartes aux myrtilles - La Table de Breccan - Le Chevalier mystère - Le Fléau de Dieu - Le Garde du corps - Des nouvelles du monde - Codes et Stratégies - Le Maître d’armes - Le Négociateur - Dîner dansant - Le Sixième Sens - Arthur et la Question - Monogame - Les Défis de Merlin - Le Banquet des chefs - Le Signe - En forme de Graal - Le Repos du guerrier - La Dent de requin - La Taxe militaire - La Queue du scorpion - La Potion de fécondité - L’Interprète - Le Sacrifice - À la volette - De retour de Judée - La Botte secrète - L’Assassin de Kaamelott - Le Trois de cœur - Basidiomycètes - L’Imposteur - Compagnons de chambrée - La Grotte de Padraig - Ambidextrie - Raison d’argent - La Romance de Lancelot

Stargate SG-1 Saison 3, 4, 1

Némésis - Victoires illusoires - De l'autre côté du miroir - Une dimension trop réelle

Spectacles

Double Mixte (1989) de Pierre Mondy avec Christian Clavier, Marie-Anne Chazel, Gérard Rinaldi, Marc Dudicourt, Stéphane Bouy, Julie Arnold et Marcel Philippot

Livres

Sherlock Holmes : Un scandale en Bohême suivi de trois autres récits de Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Lucky Luke, Tome 18 : Le Bandit manchot de Morris et Bob de Groot

Le visiteur du futur : La meute de Slimane-Baptiste Berhoun et François Descraques

Quai d'Orsay, Chroniques diplomatiques, Tome 1 de Christophe Blain et Abel Lanzac

Quai d'Orsay, Chroniques diplomatiques, Tome 2 de Christophe Blain et Abel Lanzac

De la Terre à la Lune de Jules Verne

Kaamelott, tome 7 : Contre-attaque en Carmélide d'Alexandre Astier, Steven Dupré et Picksel

Autour de la lune de Jules Verne

OSS 117 : Atout cœur à Tokyo de Jean Bruce

#mediatheque #aout22

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movierx · 3 years

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Papa the Little Boats (1971) dir. Nelly Kaplan

Cinematography by Ricardo Aronovich

Starring Sheila White, Michel Bouquet, Judith Magre, Michael Lonsdale, André Valardy, Pierre Mondy, and Sydney Chaplin

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iafallhoe · 5 years

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Twitter is freaking out about Valardi starting his career today. Damn is he that good. What don’t I know?

#gabe valardi #ontario reign

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mariaprainito · 5 years

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Lisa Valardies house where I learned to play poop@a d ping pong (at Dix Hills, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BywAYa9lL3Deqtpww1v71BYctekWH8sSFKYzag0/?igshid=enuiom2d22rh

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badgaymovies · 6 years

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American Dreamer

BBB (out of 5) Made at the height of the popularity of eighties concept comedies, this combination of Private Benjamin and next year’s Desperately Seeking Susan isn’t up to the quality of JoBeth Williams‘ lead performance, nor is it campy enough to be remembered with the kind of fondness we now give to a movie like Troop Beverly Hills, but it does have its moments. Williams plays a tired…

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prokred · 6 years

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Relocation provides perfect backdrop for furniture 'hobby'

HUNTINGTON - When David and Heidi Valardi moved to Huntington, they were looking for a house with some specific characteristics. It had to have lots of light, a garage and room for David's office and another for Heidi's hobby/business. Fortunately they have found just the right house on the Southside ... Read more http://ift.tt/2AIpV7m Areas served: Winston-Salem, High Point, Yadkinville, Mocksville, Advance, Clemmons, Kernersville, Greensboro, Walnut Cove, Statesville, NC, North Carolina Services: House painting, roofing, deck building, landscaping, Carpentry, Flooring, tile, hardwood, remodeling, home improvement, interior, exterior

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westernmanews · 6 years

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MONSON, Mass. (WWLP) – Monson police seized 1,000 bags of heroin over the weekend after pulling over a vehicle with four adults and two children inside.

Photo courtesy Monson Police Department

In a release sent to 22News, Monson Police Chief Stephen Kozloski said officers stopped the the car on Maxwell Road Saturday night. The four adults, 29 year-old James Hasselman, of Monson, 35 year-old Joanna Lee Valardi, of Monson, 26 year-old Ashley Leneau, of Warren, and 36 year-old Jamene Murphy, of Lanesboro, were arrested after police found the drugs in the car.

Kozloski said the two children have been placed into the care of the Department of Children and Family Services.

All four were arraigned Monday in Palmer District Court on the following charges:

Possession of heroin with the intent to distribute

Trafficking in heroin

Two counts of wanton or reckless risk of injury or abuse to a child

The police chief said one of the arrested adults was already out on bail for two pending court cases involving heroin distribution.

#Western MA news #westernmanews

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 2 years

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11: search

(the words are cooperating today! sileär gets to see númenor one last time :) )

Imroval comes up beside Fairië on the wings of the storm, lingering at the docks in the harbor already tossing beneath the screaming winds. More ships linger farther out, sails furled against the rising tempest. The noise is such that Sileär must scream to be heard even on her own deck; Calros maneuvers Imroval as close as they can manage to Fairië and Sileär leaps the gap between the ships to horrified shouts from both sides.

“Where is Isildur?” she demands. “What is happening?”

“He just came aboard,” the sailing master shouts, pointing to the foredeck. Sileär forces her way through the mess. Even those of the crew who know her leap from her path, opening a narrow way for her.

Isildur stands near the rail, holding a young child, head bent close to his wife’s to be heard.

“...about Abrazanî?” Valardis asks as Sileär approaches. Isildur shakes his head and catches sight of Sileär, surprise and confusion crossing his face only briefly.

“Take Adûnzagar below? Elendur was trying to keep the other children entertained.” Valardis accepts the small child, who watches the activity on the deck of Fairië with wide, silent eyes. Isildur watches them go before finally turning to Sileär. “What are you doing here, Sileär?”

“We could see the storm clouds nearly a day’s sail out,” Sileär says. “And I know the look of an evacuation. What is happening?”

Isildur twists the small blue gem that hangs around his neck and it refracts the lightning that rends the sky into blinding sparks of white. “Pharazôn sailed west,” he says, short.

“West? Where was he…” But she recalls then the great fleet the lookouts on Imroval had seen a week ago, sailing west, just before Sileär had set their course for the shores of Númenor despite the warning in her heart. “He can’t.”

“He has.” Isildur brushes past her and lends his voice to that of his first mate’s, urging people belowdecks and away from the great space in the hold that sits empty and waiting for something huge. Sileär looks up as thunder cracks again, searching the skies for any hint of blue.

Raindrops, scattered and few, tap against the deck. They hit Sileär’s face and she is filled with a sudden and terrible foreboding. Go, the rain seems to whisper to her. This place is not safe. Sail away.

“Isildur,” she says, adding her own strength to those hauling on the lines as the winds gust, threatening to tear Fairië from the dock or else tilt her into Imroval. “What are you waiting for? You do not have much time left.” They secure the lines and Isildur searches her face. She hopes he finds the urgency that borders on fear rising with the waves.

“There are still people ashore,” he says. “We will take as many as we can while we wait for the last of the Stonekeepers to arrive.”

“Captain!” One of Isildur’s sailors points to shore, where at the end of the long, deserted thoroughfare, a great black sphere crests the hill and begins a slow descent to the docks.

“There.”

Sileär eyes first the long road and then the sky. Go. What grace we can give you will not protect you from this. “They will not make it in time.” Isildur protests, but his expression is grim and he gives the order to prepare to sail. Sileär breathes deeply. “Imroval can hold a few more souls,” she says. “Send who you can over, but be ready to cast off, no matter who remains ashore.”

“Sileär-”

“It will do no one any good if you wait so long the waves take your ship and everyone aboard,” she says savagely. “Twenty minutes. No longer.” She glances out into the harbor. “And signal your brother to leave already.” She throws herself back across the gap, Isildur’s voice raised in command behind her.

“Helegthir!” Silmeniel has come to the deck and stands with Imroval’s lieutenant near the helm, wrestling spare sailcloth into lockers while the wind does its level best to steal it.

“Captain?”

“Fairië may have people to send over. Take as many as you can. I am going ashore. Leave after twenty minutes, and not a moment longer. Keep everyone else aboard. Understood?”

“Sileär-” Helegthir starts, unease breaking through even his eternal control. It is not an expression Sileär has seen often on him, even at the height of the War of Wrath.

“No matter who is still ashore,” Sileär says. “Do you understand?” She regrets only that there is no time to give him a better explanation, but the rain is coming harder and she can feel the waves tearing more eagerly at the boards of Imroval.

“I understand,” Helegthir says heavily. Sileär spares only a moment to clasp his arm in thanks before racing for the bow and the wave-wet docks beyond.

Booted feet hit the dock behind her, and when she looks back Silmeniel is there, long hair bound tight and face set.

“Am I right to assume you have no time to argue with me?” Silmeniel says. Sileär’s teeth click shut, but she can’t help the wry smile that follows. The docks are slick with foam and seawater, but Sileär runs and Silmeniel follows.

It has been long years since Sileär last set foot on Númenor. Even lashed by winds that have already torn smaller trees from the earth and flung them down the streets, the island is beautiful.

It is late in the afternoon, but the sky is low and black with stormclouds. Someone lit the lanterns that line the road, but now they toss in the wind until they tear from their mountings and dash glass down the lane, sharp shards of crystal caught in the tempest with torn branches and shreds of canopies and furniture left outside in the haste to flee.

The great stone and its keepers have made it less than a quarter of the way to the docks by the time Sileär and Silmeniel reach them. Some cry out in surprise at the sight of two elves here, but Sileär ignores them.

“You have little time remaining,” Sileär says. “Leave the stone and get to the ships. Isildur is waiting on you, but he cannot wait forever.”

One woman, still in her elaborate robes of station, scoffs. “What dire news. I never would have thought.” She takes up one of the heavy ropes that hang off the heavy sled that holds the stone, shooing the man there to the side to catch his breath.

“If you value your lives or those of your people,” Sileär says over an impossibly loud crack of thunder, “leave the damned stone and get to the ship.”

“I do not have time for you,” the woman says, straining at the ropes. “If you are here to help us, then help us. If not, remove yourself.” The wind screams and the rain becomes a downpour, running down the gutters of the broad avenue to the harbor. Sileär can feel their time slipping away.

Silmeniel steps forward and takes one of the ropes. The sled lurches forward under the strength of one who survived the Grinding Ice. “I am Silmeniel,” she says conversationally, wrapping another trailing rope around her arms. “Of many places, over the years, but of Lindon most recently.” The woman in the ornate robes looks at her askance. Sileär laughs under her breath and takes up ropes herself. “It is a pleasure to meet you…?”

“Urudanî,” the woman says eventually. “Stonemaiden of the northeastern lands.”

The rivers of rainwater burst the gutters. Sheets of water run freely down the road, soaking their boots and splashing up their legs and over the edge of the great sled. Below, Imroval and Fairië buck violently in the waves.

“This stone cannot possibly be worth your lives,” Sileär half-snarls, hauling on the lines and hoping the sled doesn’t start to slide headlong down the sloping road, either crushing those before it or dragging them all into the bay.

“It is worth more than that,” Urudanî snaps back. “We have sworn oaths as the keepers of Orossar; we cannot abandon it even if we wished to.”

Sileär mutters a number of unkind things about oaths and rocks. She is rather glad the storm drowns them out.

“How do you plan to get this stone onto Fairië?” Sileär shouts over the crack of snapping wood and splintering metal elsewhere in the city. The sled and the Oathstone atop it lurch again towards the Sea.

“There is a crane at the docks,” one of Urudanî’s people yells back. Wood cracks again and Sileär follows the woman’s arm, hoping against hope the sound is not the crane. It isn’t, to her relief. For now. “We can use it to load the Orossar."

Urudanî orders three of her people ahead as they draw nearer the docks to prepare the crane. Sileär takes Silmeniel's ropes and urges her to follow with a gentle thought. The stone is not so heavy Sileär will have great difficulty with it with Urudanî and the Stonekeepers who remain, not with the way the water tries to lift the sled and them with it.

They have just made it to the stone wharf when the water overwhelms them. The great black globe is not sent careening down the long hill and into the Sea, but they lose control of the sled and it slips perilously close to the edge of the docks. One of the Stonekeepers is too slow to dive aside and is swept into the bay with a scream. Sileär wrestles with the ropes, but there is no solid ground anymore and only a low stone wall against which to brace herself. She pulls, but one rope snaps and another is torn from the wood of the sled as it spins. The great Vandassar tips the sled oh so slowly, and Sileär pulls with all her strength, tucked against the low wall meant to divide the docks from the walkways. Something in her back spikes in sudden, sharp pain and the storm swallows her cries.

The stone piers tremble with the impact of the waves and of the stone falling and rolling away. The weight of the sled and its passenger all but vanishes and Sileär collapses in an inch of water flowing down the avenue. Beneath her hands, the very earth of Elenna shivers.

“On your feet,” Urudanî commands, hauling Sileär groaning to her feet. The Stonekeeper that fell is being dragged ashore by his companions, who are not appreciably drier in the rain.

The sled is abandoned, slowly being pushed away by the water running down from the higher ground. The Orossar itself has been wrestled into the harness of the great crane, where Silmeniel and two of the Stonekeepers haul it into the air, water streaming down its sides while the wind tries to crack the arm of the crane above their heads. Ponderously, the massive black stone swings out over the bay, over the rail of Fairië, over the open spot in the hold. There is no way to set it down with grace, not in these conditions, and Fairië creaks in protest and sinks low in the water- too low, too low, Sileär thinks, staggering down the dock to Silmeniel. Isildur waves to them from the deck and calls to the Stonekeepers to board.

“We will see you on the far shore, Stonemaiden,” Silmeniel shouts to Urudanî, who makes a small gesture of benediction their way before following her people aboard Isildur’s ship. Are you alright? Silmeniel asks.

“Fine,” Sileär gasps. Get on the ship.

Silmeniel leaps and catches the ropes lowered over Imroval’s side for them and scrambles aboard. Sileär braces herself and follows, but her back screams and the waves surge and she hits hard against the side of her ship. She scrabbles desperately for purchase, but Imroval’s boards are smooth and tightly set.

Hands catch her flailing arms, and she is dragged painfully aboard by three Númenóreans to lie gasping on the deck of her own ship. “Helegthir,” she cries to the skies that seem like they must be falling down to crush them. “Get us away from here.”

Imroval shudders beneath them, turning in the storm-ravaged waters and fleeing the drowning kingdom.

#lotro #my stories #sil & om #idk if i'll still be as happy w this in 24 hours' time #but until then.#silear will be very exasperated if Another ship of hers gets destroyed bc of some magic rocks #also ft. so many hcs about urudani for some reason #isildur #urudani

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