Glorfindel had been walking through the forest a moment ago, then the fog closed in, and now he was on a strange dock, in strange clothes, surrounded by strange...people. No elves, at least that he could see immediately, a couple where almost short enough to be hobbits or children, though. He took a deep breath in, then out. Some sunlight was breaking through the fog, and then...a very large metal beast roared into the dock.
His first instinct was to reach for his sword, and he had a sharp feeling of concern to find he was unarmed. No sword, no knife, no bow, nothing. Glorfindel hadn't been so disarmed since he had been reborn over four thousand years previously. The beast settled in, hissing as it did so. No one else on the dock appeared concerned, even when part of it opened and others emerged.
An unfamiliar feeling radiated from his wrist and he looked down at it, paying more attention than he had when he'd been looking for his weapons. A strange bracelet encircled his left hand and light shone from it, with the outline of the metal beast showing. He looked around at the others, they were also wearing one, color coded to the clothes they wore. Some were also in purple, like him, and he wondered what was the basis of such sorting.
The feeling on his wrist urged him toward the metal beast again. Well, it wasn't a balrog, in fact, it appeared to be mechanical. He wondered if there were dwarves involved. Aule's children were quite crafty. He started toward the beast...boat? Carriage?
Departure
A feminine voice, not in his head, but coming from the walls or ceiling, advised him to read some information, which was excellent advice, he thought. Then the conveyance shifted and bucked and the scenery outside indicated that they were rising into the sky, as if on the back of an Oliphant. The voice encouraged sitting, so Glorfindel did so, against the inner wall, so he could continue to look out the window.
There was some shaking and the feeling of being on an Oliphant increased, then there was a flash of colourful and beautiful light, that he could not help but feel was rather familiar, then all he could see out the window were colors. They were mesmerizing.
Sleeper Car Six
The people of this conveyance were quite extraordinary, Glorfindel decided. He made his way toward the tail end of the train, following the guidance of the signs toward where he was to bunk. He waved his ticket in front of the little box and the door opened, just as he'd been promised. Looking inside, he saw four berths, none of which had any signs of long term use. He chose the one on the top right and placed his rucksack on it. Perhaps one of his berthmates would prefer that spot, but in the absence of another opinion, it was his for now.
Dining Carriage
Having read the unusual letter in his berth, and the pamphlet he had picked up at the dock, Glorfindel decided that if he was Team Purple, and they were responsible for preparing the meals, he should chip in. He made his way to the kitchen and stepped inside. It was a lot different from the kitchens he knew. For one thing, there was a lot less fire.
no subject
Glorfindel had been walking through the forest a moment ago, then the fog closed in, and now he was on a strange dock, in strange clothes, surrounded by strange...people. No elves, at least that he could see immediately, a couple where almost short enough to be hobbits or children, though. He took a deep breath in, then out. Some sunlight was breaking through the fog, and then...a very large metal beast roared into the dock.
His first instinct was to reach for his sword, and he had a sharp feeling of concern to find he was unarmed. No sword, no knife, no bow, nothing. Glorfindel hadn't been so disarmed since he had been reborn over four thousand years previously. The beast settled in, hissing as it did so. No one else on the dock appeared concerned, even when part of it opened and others emerged.
An unfamiliar feeling radiated from his wrist and he looked down at it, paying more attention than he had when he'd been looking for his weapons. A strange bracelet encircled his left hand and light shone from it, with the outline of the metal beast showing. He looked around at the others, they were also wearing one, color coded to the clothes they wore. Some were also in purple, like him, and he wondered what was the basis of such sorting.
The feeling on his wrist urged him toward the metal beast again. Well, it wasn't a balrog, in fact, it appeared to be mechanical. He wondered if there were dwarves involved. Aule's children were quite crafty. He started toward the beast...boat? Carriage?
Departure
A feminine voice, not in his head, but coming from the walls or ceiling, advised him to read some information, which was excellent advice, he thought. Then the conveyance shifted and bucked and the scenery outside indicated that they were rising into the sky, as if on the back of an Oliphant. The voice encouraged sitting, so Glorfindel did so, against the inner wall, so he could continue to look out the window.
There was some shaking and the feeling of being on an Oliphant increased, then there was a flash of colourful and beautiful light, that he could not help but feel was rather familiar, then all he could see out the window were colors. They were mesmerizing.
Sleeper Car Six
The people of this conveyance were quite extraordinary, Glorfindel decided. He made his way toward the tail end of the train, following the guidance of the signs toward where he was to bunk. He waved his ticket in front of the little box and the door opened, just as he'd been promised. Looking inside, he saw four berths, none of which had any signs of long term use. He chose the one on the top right and placed his rucksack on it. Perhaps one of his berthmates would prefer that spot, but in the absence of another opinion, it was his for now.
Dining Carriage
Having read the unusual letter in his berth, and the pamphlet he had picked up at the dock, Glorfindel decided that if he was Team Purple, and they were responsible for preparing the meals, he should chip in. He made his way to the kitchen and stepped inside. It was a lot different from the kitchens he knew. For one thing, there was a lot less fire.