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Author Topic: A Familiar Face  (Read 65 times)

Gard of Lake-town

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A Familiar Face
« on: May 09, 2018, 02:39:59 PM »
Trying to help two cities come up at the same time was a challenge, but one the people of Lake-Town were rising to, and Gard was helping where he could, and not just because he felt it was a duty he should take on, with people looking to his family, and especially his uncle, so much, but...because it was just an ingrained characteristic and one nurtured from his family.

The whole thing with turning about and finally acknowledging Lord Girion's legacy and looking to his uncle as a sort of a king was odd though, and, well, he and Bain had to figure out what they thought the most of it, perhaps, being the most affected. Sig too. More so than Gard and Tilda. Last month Gard would have been wide eyed at the prospect of living in Dale as it once was, and as a sort of a noble at that! Partly because it was so outside the realm of anything he would ever expect as to be just a nice thought. He and Tilda's at times play of knights and princesses when she was even younger come true.

In truth, Gard still was all of that optimistic hopeful youth who could see such so easily as he'd ever been, but...somber reality of Lake Town being all but leveled and how close they, and he, had come to loosing more, using that ability to believe to try to help Tilda when she was scared stiff not so very far back, had put an odd tint on such a thing as even Dale restored.

So, he kept a bit quieter than he other-times was, but still gave a bright smile to a neighbor as he helped haul over a barrow all on his own (and avoided the thanks that added in titles such as people had started around his family). Then, with that done, Gard scanned for more to help with, or any of his family members to see what they were doing. He didn't find any of those, but he did spot a familiar Elf within the crowd of the city.

What had been her name again? Gard knew they had caught it after she'd helped them all so, the general action of the Elves of Mirkwood aside, even.

"M-Miss Tauriel!", Gard found it as he finally approached where she was with a wide smile. "Hello again!". He should probably say more than that, especially if he was interrupting an Elf, but that was the sum total of what he wanted to say at the moment. Thanking her again for all her help if he could work it in.

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Re: A Familiar Face
« Reply #1 on: May 15, 2018, 09:37:29 PM »
Tauriel had wandered for months. Nothing was right since Kili died. She couldn't go home, she had no family, the closest thing she had to somewhere to go was the dwarves, and most of them were dead. There was that little hobbit, but she hadn't known him that well. She'd tried to convince herself to track down one of the surviving dwarves, but the only dwarf who mattered was dead. In the end she'd given up. Her feet had taken her where they would. It seemed Tauriel wasn't ready to let go of the life she'd never had. The life she'd seen a cruel glimpse of during the Battle of the Five Armies.

Laketown wouldn't have been her first choice. She never expected to see Laketwon again, and yet here she was - in a place she thought wild dogs couldn't have dragged her

When she arrived, she was saddened to see the townspeople still breaking their backs to repair the damage done by Smaug. She immediately dug in and started hefting pallets the carpenters had made to replace the burned docking. A young voice started calling her name. Tauriel spun round, familiarity flicking at her senses. "Gard," She said, more to herself than to him. A frown creased her face briefly. "Gard," She smiled at the boy. He had grown and she wondered how long she'd been away.

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