The Order of The Blue Flame

[zavron]

''The order of the blue flame is thought to be just a legend nowadays, but the story is known to all That Dwell In Middle-Earth. The order, as the legend goes, were wizards that broke away from the Istari long ago. They established themselves their own comunty, and called themselves the Order of the White flame. Not much later, they began to get into disputes with themselves. There they fought against each other and eventually Split into Two-Groups. The ones that tried to keep the disputers together, named themselves The Order of The Blue Flame. The disputers called themselves The Order of The Red Flame. The two groups continued to Fight with each other. The reason for the splitting is not known, except that it was a great Power.
The Order of Blue Flame practiced white magic and kept peace and Harmony, but the Order of The Red Flame did unspeakable things of Horror and torment to everything that they saw and saught dominion over Middle-Earth.
Manwe, lord of the Valar could not let the war go on. So he came down, and as the legend says, brought terrible wrath and in some way he settled the dispute, and nothing was heard of either Orders ever since.''

The old man who was sitting in his Arm-chair told the youngsters that was gathered infront of him. A young lady, who was carrying a tray with a Cup of Ale and several glasses of Milk, came over and stood next to the old man.

''Now artamis, you now you shouldn't tell stupid tales like that to the children. You know fanciful things get to their heads and they go around babbling non-sense about stupid tales like that. Especially before their bed-Time!'' Th woman began to hand out the Milk to the children and gave the glass of Ale to The old man.

''Nonsense!NONSENSE! It certainly is not nonsense melima! It's all true I tells'ya!When will ou young people ever learn!'' The man took a swig of ale and fell asleep on the chair.

It was 9 o'clock on Midsummers eve. The SleepyDragn tavern was full to the brim with customers. The old village streets of Mortem were empty except for people going to the Tavern. The village of Mortem lay next to Mortem Mountain, which joined onto the Range of the White Mountains on the rohan side very near to Edoras.

There were many in the Inn, elves, men and some Dwarves. The barmaid, melima, was hurrying around serving at all the tables. I was stood at The back, near to where the Old man slept and was listning all thw while.

I atched as someone in a cloak headed towards the Old man. The Old man awoke. ''What may you be wanting?'' He asked.
The stranger pulled a chair up and sat infront of the Old man.
''Please, tell me all you know of The Order.'' He or she asked.
''Well I don't know anymore than the tale I just told. Ask Vasir over there, he should no a great deal more than me'' The old man pointed at me showing the stranger where I was. The stranger got up and walked over. I gripped my Dark Blue staff tightly, and placed my other hand on the Hilt of my sword.

When the stranger came forward I saw what He (she) was. The stranger sat down.
''My name is....''