Entrance Post

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The Door opens and an Elf, dressed in simple, yet elegantly made Elven clothes, walks in, then stops short in surprise, the bag he has in one hand falling to his feet and the sheathed sword he has in the other twitching in his hands.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees the crowd of mostly Men and he starts to turn when the ring on his right hand flares into brilliant blue light.

He flinches but doesn't cry out as he stumbles sideways in reaction, and the Door slams shut. Looking to where the Door was and yet is no more, he soundly curses in Sindarin, Quenya, Entish, and Orcish. He looks around and then down at his ring which has returned to a slightly glowing state. He stares at it in surprise for a moment and then sighs.

Moving methodically, he straps the sword onto his hip and, his face calm once more, he picks up the bag he had dropped and walks forward to the bar. He sets the bag down and settles onto a stool, knowing that whatever fate has led him here will claim him soon enough.

Elrond Half-Elven has learned in his over-6000 years to be patient at least.

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[lvpd_sidle]

[OOC: *fangirls*! Will have to slowtime in 10 minutes but I should be back within 20 afterwards.]

Sara is on her third cup of coffee. She glances up, refrains from making a double take, and gives Elrond a friendly smile. "Good morning, sir."

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Elrond hesitates but recognizes politeness and responds in kind. He nods an almost-bow to her.

"Good morning, héri."

[lvpd_sidle]

She does not recognize the honorific used, but presumes he is being polite.

"Welcome to Milliways."

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Elrond is always polite. And even Bar doesnt always translate, especially a language like Quenya.

"Milliways? What does it mean then to be in Milliways?"

He looks around the room, watching mostly men pass him by. A slight frown works it's way ionto his face as he glances down at his ring.

[lvpd_sidle]

She inclines her head towards one of the observation windows. Outside, the universe keeps looping in continuous destruction.

"Milliways is the bar - tavern, I suppose - at the End of the Universe. People arrive here from many different times and worlds. My name is Sara Sidle."

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One thin eyebrow arches upward. Elrond's gaze goes to the window and his eyes widen ever so slightly. For long moments he stares at the window.
That was...impressive.

"Iluvátar's light."

The oath is quiet but heartfelt. Then Elrond looks back at the woman again, his mind whirling. This place is beyond anything he has ever encountered.

"How can such a place exist?"

Then he recalls himself and nods to her with a smile, almost regally, yet without haughtiness.

"I am Elrond Peredhel, Holder of Rivendell."

[lvpd_sidle]

She shrugs slightly. "Some claim it is here by magic, some attribute it to technology so advanced it is indistinguishable from magic. All I truly know is I entered a storage facility and found myself here. It can be rather surprising."

A blink. "Rivendell? Then you are from Middle Earth, Master Elrond?"

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Elrond nods, listening.

"I was on a boat headed into the West... going home."

There is an almost yearning in his voice and then he looks at her.

"Yes, I am. Your dress and tone indicate you are not and yet you seem a Daughter of Man."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I know two others here from your world. They have spoken of it highly."

"Not of woman?" Her tone is dry. "Forgive my irreverence but I have never understood patriarchal address.

"I am not from Middle Earth--my world is simply known as Earth. I am human, if that is what you meant." She isn't offended.

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So many faces were still new to Neil, even after a couple of months in Milliways but he tried to always make it a point to be friendly and while trekking towards the bar to refill his coffee, he gave the lean gentleman with the slightly bemused expression a warm, friendly smile.

"Greetings." The lanky youth chirpped. Irrepresible to a fault some times.

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One of Elrond's eyebrows rises. Young male Men are always strange. Nonetheless, polite, so...

"Greetings, Son of Men."

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And Neil probably wouldn't do much to reverse the opinion of 'strange' given his out going and generally high spirited nature but at least it was tempered by his schooling and the demands of strict manners.

Still, brown eyes twinkled with hints of mischief and blazing curiosity at the way Elrond addressed him.

"That's an interesting way to put it." The genuine fascination hopefully tempered any possible insult the words might have regretably carried and Neil grinned. "I'm Neil."

Something about the way Elrond was dressed -plus the growing understanding that not everyone who came to Milliways came from Earth- kept Neil from just shoving his hand at the elf.

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Elrond nods to him with a smile, almost regally, yet without haughtiness.

"I am Elrond Peredhel, Holder of Rivendell."

He glances around.

"This is a very strange place."

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

The teenager opened his mouth to ask about Rivendell when Elrond's comment about the Bar and his general air of newness finally sank in and Neil quickly changed gears.

Smiling in a friendly way, responding to the smile Elrond gave him, the youngster tried to make his question polite as possible.

"Is this your first time here? To Milliways? That's what this place is called, Milliways."

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One eyebrow rises, again.

"Yes, I just arrived through a Door that disappeared."

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Neil turned towards where his own door still taunted him but he'd learned, from listening to Todd and others that sometimes the door did disappear.

"Did it? Hmmm." He frowned a little, though it was a pensive expression. "Bar must have drawn you here for a reason."

At least, that was his interpretation to date. That the door's apperance could be a fluid thing, though he didn't feel comfortable speaking to that since he was so new himself.

"I'm relatively new myself, came from my world a few months ago. This is a very unique place. Bar will take care of your needs for shelter and food but there are rules to be followed.

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"Indeed? And who is Bar?"

Elrond's gaze is puzzled. He knows the word. it describes a place like this, where Men eat and drown themselves into oblivion, yet the young man spoke as if of a person.

"Where, then, is your world? I take it from your speach and your way of clothedness that you are not of Middle Earth."

He listens to all that Neil says, his brow creased in puzzlement.

"What rules then? Who makes them? And how are needs provided for?"

[ariseinmight]

Melkor hears the string of curses, notes the ring and the circlet. The collective memory of the Valar is a handy thing at times, and Melkor draws from it now -- easily, since his brother is within close reach.

He approaches the Elf-lord, stopping just behind him.

"Suilad, Peredhel."
"Greetings, Half-Elf"

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Elrond has a long memory and hat voice is writ across it large. He turns at a normal speed but his sword is still between them as he faces Melkor.

His eyes widen slightly and Vilya burns with an angry blue fire on his hand. His voice is tight and controlled as he sees the Enemy.

"Greetings, Melkor."

[ariseinmight]

The Vala smiles thinly, turning his soulless eyes on the Elf. "I had almost dispaired of seeing any of the Eldar in this place. Perhaps it is only because of your human blood that you found your way here."

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Elrond's eyes sparkle with old memories of war and loss, but he reigns in his thoughts and watching Melkor for a moment, replaces his sword at his hip.

"Indeed? Then this place is much as Middle Earth is now, bare of most of the Eldar, as it is of the Vala. It seems the time of the Elder Races is gone."

His eyes are on the other as he touches Vilya and the ring slowly quiets, sinking to a faint glow.

[ariseinmight]

Melkor takes note of the motion of the sword, but does not react. A mere blade couldn't harm him, after all. His eyes do widen with a faint malice.

"Know this, Elrond. You are now in Milliways, called the Bar at the End of the Universe. This place is a sanctuary under the protection of a being called the Landlord. While you are in these Halls, you will abide by this being's rules. No violence shall be tolerated; no outside grudges or other business is allowed; and, though the thought of it in conjuction with you makes me laugh, there is no nudity or sexual congress permitted in the main common area."

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An eyebrow slowly rises as he listens. He doesnt like Melkor, but he listens anyway.

"Indeed? The rules will not be broken by one such as me, as you well know of me. A grudge, however is hardly how I would characterize our encounters before. It peace there is, then peace will hold. BNut know this in your turn, Melkor. I will be watching you. I remember your ways of old. If you cross those lines, I will be watching. If you hold them, I will not be your problem."

He nods, his eyes locked on the Vala's. what awe he feels at the prescence of a Power is locked inside along with any trace of fear. Then he turns to the room and waves.

"You have been here, then, for awhile?"

His tone is polite now, almost a peace offering. Inside his mind is seething with his battle for control. Hate is a little known thing among the Edhel, but it is there. He gains control and turns to look at Melkor, his eyes now hooded completely. He is every inch the Lord of Rivendell.

[ariseinmight]

Melkor shrugs, feeling no threat from the gaze.

"Perhaps two weeks, as Men reckon time. From when do you come, in our world?"

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he looks to Melkor, consideringly. he is loath to even speak with the Betrayer, but... politeness. Elrond has a feeling eh may come to rue the Edhel custom. he blows out a breath.

"I come from the beginning years of the Fourth age... over 6000 years after the end of the First Age."