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Finnair will introduce its first onboard Wi-Fi service in autumn 2015.
Finnair Board of Directors has approved an investment program for bringing Wi-Fi connectivity to the majority of Finnair's wide-body and narrow-body fleet. The total value of the investment is approximately 30 MEUR.
Finnair will introduce its first onboard Wi-Fi service in autumn 2015, with the arrival of the first Finnair A350 XWB aircraft. In 2016, the company will start Wi-Fi installations in Finnair's Airbus A330 long-haul aircraft as well as its European short-haul Airbus fleet. Installations are expected to be completed by 2018.
Finnair opens new routes to Sweden on 18 May 2015 with daily flights to Luleå and Umeå on the coast of the Gulf of Bothnia during the summer season 2015. Flights are operated by Flybe.
Finnair is also taking over routes previously marketed by Flybe Finland from Helsinki to Visby on Gotland Island and to Norrköping in central Sweden. Flights to Norrköping are available daily and to Visby three times a week during the summer season. Finnair also operates several daily frequencies to Stockholm and Gothenburg.
Starting 11 May 2015 Finnair opens a daily route to Gdansk, Poland. A charming and historic port on the Baltic coast, Gdansk is an ideal city break destination, and also a gateway to the nearby spa and beach town of Sopot.
The service is sold with Finnair's flight number, and it will be operated by Flybe Finland with ATR 72 aircraft. The new destination offers better connections from Finland to Poland, and good connections to Finnair's destinations in Asia for Polish passengers.
In addition to Gdansk, Finnair flies daily to Warsaw year-round and to Krakow from 2 April until 22 October 2015.
Finnair Plus now offers even better benefits for Finnair Plus members as after 8 January 2015 Finnair Plus members can book Classic award flights to Europe, Tel Aviv and Dubai without having to pay the fuel surcharge fee.
"Finnair Plus members are important to us, and we want to continue to offer them even better benefits," says Johanna Jäkälä, Director for Finnair Plus. "Flight awards are the most popular way to use Finnair Plus points, and now our customers get better value for their points."
The surcharge has ranged between 15–40 euros per direction within Europe. The amount of Finnair Plus points needed for Classic award flights remains the same, in addition to which the passenger has to pay for the necessary taxes and other governmental charges.
oneworld alliance has added two more benefits for the most loyal customers of its member airlines from the beginning of December.
Both Finnair Plus Platinum and Gold members benefit from the priority baggage delivery when flying on any oneworld member airline in any travel class. Finnair Plus Gold members can also take advantage of additional checked baggage allowance as follows:
Platinum members already have the additional checked baggage allowance benefit.
"oneworld aims to be the first choice airline alliance for regular international travellers. Our frequent flyer benefits – which we believe are already the most compelling offered by any airline alliance – provide them with the highest levels of recognition, services and benefits when they need to travel beyond their home airline's own network", said Bruce Ashby, oneworld Chief Executive.
Find out more about the benefits on www.oneworld.com.
Finnair has firmed up the eight Airbus A350 XWB aircraft options in its 2006 A350 order placed with Airbus. The eight A350s will be delivered to Finnair starting in 2018. At Airbus list prices, the value of the additional eight A350 aircraft would be approximately €1.9 billion. The firm up of the options increases the total number of Finnair's A350 orders to 19.
Finnair's current long-haul fleet consists of seven A340 aircraft and eight A330 aircraft. The long-haul fleet is planned to grow, on average, by one new-generation energy-efficient aircraft per year between 2016 and 2020. Based on the current delivery schedule of A350s, Finnair will receive the first four aircraft in the second half of 2015, seven A350s between 2016 and 2017, and eight A350s between 2018 and 2023. Finnair plans to phase out its A340 aircraft by the end of 2017, following the successful delivery and entry into service of A350 XWB. As a part of the deal Airbus has also agreed to acquire four A340-300 aircraft currently owned by Finnair in 2016 and 2017.
Read more about Finnair's A350 aircraft
Finnair has been Santa's official airline since 1983. This year, two of our Airbus 321 Sharklet aircraft received new Christmas-themed liveries, and have already been flying for example to several European destinations and Dubai.
At the beginning of the current winter season, we have also increased the number of flights to Lapland, especially from Helsinki to Kittilä, Ivalo and Rovaniemi. Due to the new flight schedules, flight connections from Lapland to Europe and Asia via Helsinki are even smoother.
The holiday season is also present on our Christmas menu designed by Pekka Terävä. The menu is served on our intercontinental Business Class flights departing from Helsinki between 26 November and 30 December 2014.
Finnair will start flying to Chicago next summer, from 13 June to 17 October 2015. Flights from Helsinki will be operated on Mondays, Thursdays and Saturdays.
Chicago is the largest city in the American Midwest and a global hub for business, leisure and the arts. Chicago is a hub for American Airlines, which allows Finnair's customers quick codeshare connections to destinations throughout the United States, including San Francisco and Los Angeles.
Due to opening the Chicago route, Finnair's seasonal summer service to Hanoi will be discontinued. Finnair's previously announced new summer destinations in 2015 include Athens, Dublin, Malta and Split.
Finnair will offer scheduled flights to Ho Chi Minh City, Eilat, Lanzarote, Fuerteventura and Madeira in winter season 2015–2016.
Next winter season Finnair will offer new scheduled flights to popular holiday destinations that have previously been served with flights chartered by tour operators. The new destinations are Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam, Eilat in Israel, Lanzarote and Fuerteventura in the Canary Islands and Madeira in Portugal.
The Carbon Disclosure Project (CDP) has awarded Finnair a position on The A List: The CDP Climate Performance Leadership Index 2014, for actions to reduce carbon emissions and mitigate the business risks of climate change.
The index presents 187 listed companies identified as demonstrating a superior approach to climate change mitigation. Finnair is the only airline awarded an A grade for its climate performance, earning a position on this global ranking of corporate efforts to mitigate climate change.
Finnair is on track to reduce per-seat CO2 emissions by 24 percent between 2009 and 2017. The airline's actions to reach this target and improve its environmental performance include:
The A List: CDP Climate Performance Leadership Index 2014, along with the climate disclosures of all companies publicly taking part in CDP's climate change program this year, is available on CDP's website.
The design collaboration between Marimekko and Finnair takes a new step as a Finnair Airbus 330 will soon feature a previously unseen blue colorway of Marimekko's classic Unikko ("poppy") print. The plane will fly from Finnair's Helsinki hub to the airline's long-haul destinations starting from the end of 2014, joining a sister aircraft painted in a different Unikko colorway in 2012.
"During this year we have been celebrating the fifty years of our most iconic pattern Unikko all over the world, reminding people of its story of courage and faith in oneself. We are very excited to continue the celebrations and our design partnership together with Finnair with the new Anniversary Unikko that will fly on the sides of Finnair's Airbus 330, delighting people around the world," says Tiina Alahuhta-Kasko, Marimekko's COO.
The design collaboration between Marimekko and Finnair began in 2012 and Marimekko for Finnair textiles and tableware were brought to all of the Finnish airline's aircraft in 2013. The collection was designed according to the airline's needs by Marimekko designer Sami Ruotsalainen, in original Marimekko patterns by Maija Isola. The blue, green and grey colours and the classic prints used in the collection tell the story of Finnish nature and recall the perspective of looking out from an aircraft window, flying high above the landscape.
Finnair, UNICEF and Amadeus have joined forces to benefit the world's most unprivileged children.
Finnair, the United Nations children's organization UNICEF and Amadeus, a leading technology partner for the global travel industry, have joined forces to benefit the world's most unprivileged children. Passengers now have the opportunity to make a donation to UNICEF and support education for Asian children when booking their flights on the Finnair website. The option will become available as of 27 October 2014 and donations will be possible in sums of one, five or ten euros.
Donated sums are directed to UNICEF's Schools for Asia campaign, which supports education for the most vulnerable children in 11 Asian countries.
"We hope that passengers will back our aim of providing a better future for many Asian children," says Pekka Vauramo, CEO of Finnair. "Even very small sums can make a big difference, and every donation is significant to those who benefit."
Finnair opens new summer route to Split, operated Tuesdays and Saturdays from 5 May to 3 October 2015.
Finnair is opening a new route to the Croatian city of Split, operated Tuesdays and Saturdays from 5 May to 3 October 2015. Scheduled service to the popular gateway to the Dalmatian coast will be flown with Airbus A320 aircraft and timed for optimal connections with Finnair's domestic, Scandinavian and Asian destinations.
Elsewhere in Croatia, Finnair flies daily in summer to historic Dubrovnik, 250 kilometres south of Split and also on the Dalmatian coast.
Earlier this year Finnair announced new European destinations Dublin, Athens and Malta, as well as new scheduled services to Chania, Heraklion, Kos and Rhodes in Greece; Catania and Naples in Italy; Marmaris in Turkey; Mallorca in Spain; Paphos in Cyprus and Innsbruck in Austria.
Finnair and Finnish railway operator VR are cooperating to offer combined air-and-rail tickets between St. Petersburg and international destinations connecting via Helsinki.
Combined air-and-rail tickets will enable passengers flying throughout Finnair's network in Europe, Asia and North America to connect to and from St. Petersburg on a high-speed Allegro train. Finnair begins selling the combined tickets on 1 October 2014, and the first Allegro train connection with AY code will be on 1 December 2014.
The train ride between Helsinki's Central Railway Station and St. Petersburg's Finland Station takes 3 hours and 36 minutes. Passport and customs procedures are carried out on board the train while en route, saving customers' time and allowing for a smooth passenger experience. The ticket also allows stopovers in Helsinki, enabling customers with business in both cities to make a single booking while also giving leisure travellers the opportunity to take time to explore the Finnish capital region.
"We believe intermodality offers interesting potential for enhancing connections for travellers", says Finnair CEO Pekka Vauramo.
For the second year running Finnair has been named Best European Airline at the annual TTG Travel Awards, a prestigious occasion in the Asia-Pacific travel industry that recognises organisations raising the bar of excellence in travel and tourism in the region.
Punctuality, service upgrades and smooth transfer reliability were all factors in favour of Finnair being given the honour by readers – industry professionals – of the publications TTG Asia, TTG China, TTG India, TTGmice, TTGassociations, TTG-BTmice China and TTG Asia Luxury.
"We are grateful to all TTG readers, travel agents and industry professionals who have placed their trust in our product," says Finnair VP Global Sales Petri Vuori.
Finnair is launching cooperation with the leading Finnish restaurants Nokka, G.W. Sundmans, Savoy and Fishmarket. Their chefs, Matti Jämsén from G.W. Sundmans, Ari Ruoho from Nokka and Kari Aihinen from Savoy, have designed signature menus that will be available in Business Class on long-haul flights from Helsinki from the end of January 2015.
The cornerstones of the signature menus are the best seasonal ingredients and experimentation with bold flavour combinations. The menus will be rotated at approximately three-month intervals.
The cooperation between Finnair and Royal Restaurants will also be visible on other Finnair flights. In Economy Class on long-haul routes, Finnair will offer Finnish home meals designed by the chefs. The signature menus have also influenced the starters and main courses of Business Class meals on European routes.
Finnair will carry startup businesses from around the world to the international Slush conference held in Helsinki on 18–19 November.
Finnair is launching a collaboration with Slush, the Finland-based nexus for startups, tech talent, international investors, executives and media. Finnair is carrying participants to Helsinki for the organisation's annual flagship conference as well as helping Slush embark on a world tour to several Asian destinations.
The forthcoming two-day Slush conference on 18–19 November at the Helsinki Exhibition and Convention Centre is expected to attract more than 10,000 visitors from around 70 countries. The promotion of international business relationships between Europe and Asia is a common interest for both Finnair and Slush, who see an opportunity for Finland to thrive as a gateway between East and West where ideas, talent and capital can meet and innovation flourish.
Finnair will fly Helsinki-based Jokerit to their season 2014–2015 KHL guest matches as part of their new collaboration.
Finnair has teamed up with Jokerit, a Helsinki-based hockey team playing their first season in the international KHL league. As part of the collaboration, Finnair will fly Jokerit to all of their season 2014–2015 guest matches.
Jokerit and Finnair's cooperation is off to a flying start with the team's season continuing this and next week with their first guest tour. During nine days Jokerit will play four games against teams from the East conference.
Finnair will fly the team to their KHL matches on private charter flights.
Next summer we will add new seasonal services to Dublin, Athens and Malta. The service to Dublin begins on 30 March, to Malta on 2 April and to Athens on 5 April. Flights to all three destinations will be operated until late October with timetables designed for optimal connections with Finnair's network of Asian destinations.
The Dublin (DUB) route will be served six times a week, on every weekday except for Tuesdays, with 100-seat Embraer 190 aircraft operated on behalf of Finnair by Flybe Finland.
Flights to Malta International Airport (MLA) near the Maltese capital Valletta are operated two times a week – Mondays and Thursdays – with Airbus A321 Sharklet aircraft. Athens (ATH) is also served twice a week, on Wednesdays and Sundays, with Airbus A319s or A320s.
"With these new destinations we are responding to growing demand, particularly from Asia, so timetables for each of these new routes are tailored for the best possible connection to Finnair's Asian flights," says Petri Vuori, Finnair's VP Global Sales. "At the same time of course our Finnish and Baltic Rim passengers will also be able to enjoy what these fascinating destinations have to offer."
Finnair is launching a suite of product upgrades and developing a mobile application as part of a larger drive to comprehensively renew the customer experience both on the ground and in the air.
On long-haul flights, product upgrades coming in the fall include the Economy Comfort package, a new offering in the front of the Economy Class cabin featuring at least four inches of extra legroom, comfy headrests, high-quality headphones and personal amenity kits. The Economy Class meal service is also being updated with an additional complimentary mid-flight snack on day-time flights, a new wine selection and complimentary sparkling wine.
Business Class will also soon include a new amenity kit with high-quality brand products. Throughout both Business and Economy, the inflight entertainment system is being redesigned with a fresher, more intuitive look and feel and a greater selection of movies, TV shows, newspapers, magazines and books.
On short-haul flights in Economy Class, Finnair will introduce Sky Bistro, a wider mix-and-match selection of seasonal, high-quality foods and beverages combining the best tastes of Europe and Asia. Meals can be tailored in advance at Finnair.com or bought on board during the flight.
Sky Bistro, which will be available on nearly all European flights, replaces the complimentary cold snack service that has been offered on some European flights lasting over two hours. On all flights in all classes, coffee and tea remain complimentary – as does Finnair's signature refreshment, blueberry juice. In Business Class, meals remain inclusive in the ticket price.
Finnair's mobile application, rolling out initially for Apple iOS devices in the fall and arriving on other mobile platforms later, is designed to be the customer's companion throughout the journey, providing personalised, up-to-the-minute flight information and storing the customer's mobile boarding passes. The app can be used to check in, select seats, purchase upgrades, receive relevant offers and check Finnair Plus point status.
"During the past year we have carried out detailed surveys of nearly 8,000 customers from our key markets in both Europe and Asia," says Jarkko Konttinen, Finnair's VP Marketing and Product Development. "With these product updates in tune with customer expectations and desires, we can support our core goal of growing Asian revenue and becoming a preferred airline in travel between Asia and Europe."
Each of these product renewals will come online this autumn. Other product developments announced previously include new seats in Business Class that convert to fully flat beds on almost all long-haul aircraft, a sauna and new shower suites at the Finnair Lounge at Helsinki Airport, and the new Premium Lounge, an exclusive lounge annex for Finnair Plus Gold and Platinum members and other oneworld top tier customers only.
As the European launch customer of the next-generation Airbus A350 XWB (extra wide body) aircraft, Finnair has completed the cabin design of its new flagship long-haul product due to enter service next year. Created by the top Helsinki design firm dSign Vertti Kivi & Co, also the designer of Finnair's new Premium Lounge at Helsinki Airport, the A350's bright and spacious cabin features large panoramic view windows and comfortable seating arrangements both in Economy and Business Class. Gradual changes in the dynamic ambient LED lighting will ease customers into a relaxing flight experience and help create a calming and fresh atmosphere. All Finnair A350s will also be equipped with Wi-Fi for greater passenger enjoyment and connectivity.
"We have worked hard to create a special customer experience onboard the new A350 XWB aircraft and are proud to bring Finnish design to Finnair's passengers," says designer Vertti Kivi. "Our Space Alive concept means dynamic lighting, colours and moods to suit the time of day, destination or season. For example, when descending in the East the aircraft can be awash in warm orange tones, or surface interiors may glow in fresh blue hues when arriving in Helsinki."
The Airbus A350 features an advanced pure air filtration system that changes the air in the cabin every two to three minutes. Draft-free air management, adjustable multiple temperature zones and a lower cabin pressure will also enhance the well-being of passengers and crew.
The 297-seat configuration includes 46 seats in Business Class in a 1+2+1 layout, ensuring direct aisle access to all Business Class passengers. The Zodiac Cirrus III seats convert to fully flat beds, while a 16-inch touch-screen inflight entertainment system comes programmed with films, TV shows, music and other digital content on demand in numerous languages. Seats in Business Class also come equipped with AC and USB power outlets.
The Economy Class cabin features comfortable Zodiac Z300 slim-line seats with a 31-inch seat pitch in a 3+3+3 layout. At the front of the Economy Class cabin there are 43 Economy Comfort seats with comfier headrests, high-quality headphones and four extra inches of legroom. All Economy Class seats include an 11-inch touch screen inflight entertainment system and a USB power outlet.
"Since Finnair's founding in 1923, we have had a long history of operations using the most advanced aircraft available," says Finnair CEO Pekka Vauramo. "As the first European operator of the A350 we are proud to carry forward this tradition on behalf of our passengers, whose safety and comfort remain our first priority."
Finnair plans to begin operating its first A350s in the second half of next year, initially serving Shanghai, Bangkok and Beijing, with Hong Kong and Singapore A350 service to be added in 2016. Finnair has 11 firm orders and 8 options for A350 aircraft, which will form the backbone of the company's long-haul fleet and drive expansion plans.
The eco-smart design of the A350 also brings more than 25 per cent improvement in fuel efficiency and operating cost over the previous generation of aircraft in its class, significantly reducing the carbon footprint of Finnair and its passengers.
Finnair announces ten new scheduled routes to popular destinations for summer 2015 in cooperation with Suntours and other tour operators. Finnair and Suntours will work closely together to ensure the best combination of travel packages and flight-only reservations to every destination. Flight-only purchases can be made either via Finnair's website or through the travel agencies.
The new scheduled routes are operated up to six
times a week to:
Paphos, Cyprus starting 31 March;
Palma de Mallorca, Spain starting 11 April;
Dalaman, Turkey starting 12 April 2015;
Heraklion, Crete (Greece) starting 17 April;
Chania, Crete (Greece) starting 18 April;
Rhodes, Greece starting 19 April;
Catania, Sicily (Italy) starting 6 May;
Kos, Greece starting 9 May;
Naples, Italy starting 28 May;
Innsbruck, Austria starting 14 June.
The routes will give Finnair and Suntours customers better and more frequent flight options to the most popular sun destinations. To match customer preferences Finnair will fly less often to Antalya in Turkey and will instead add more flights to Alanya (Gazipasa) in summer 2015. Flights to all above-mentioned destinations can already be booked on Finnair's website.


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by Debid76 » 14 May 2013, 11:45
by Tessa78 » 14 May 2013, 16:09
Debid76 wrote:Hello,
After a few years searching, I FINALLY found the birth record of my gg-grandfather!
I would love to know what it says. It starts on the right and is regarding Antonio Balzante.
http://www.antenati.san.beniculturali.i ... ewsIndex=0
Thank you, in advance, for your time!
by Debid76 » 15 May 2013, 00:24
by Tessa78 » 15 May 2013, 04:23
Debid76 wrote:Thank you so much! I wish there was an age for Madia. I don't think I can go anywhere from here.
Thanks again,
by PippoM » 15 May 2013, 07:54
by Tessa78 » 15 May 2013, 19:07
PippoM wrote:I think when they write in two registers, they mean two copies of the same register. Of these copies, one was then sent to the local Court, and the other was kept at the Commune itself or sent to the National Archives (Archivi di Stato)
by PippoM » 16 May 2013, 08:28
by Debid76 » 17 May 2013, 17:57
by Tessa78 » 17 May 2013, 23:37
Debid76 wrote:I have been searching for Madia's birth record. Do you think this could possibly be it??
http://antenati.san.beniculturali.it/v/ ... ewsIndex=0
The last name is off Balzano instead of Balzante. Her age would be 24 at Antonio's birth... really would have been helpful if they would have had her age on his birth record!
by Debid76 » 19 May 2013, 10:19
by Tessa78 » 19 May 2013, 15:14
Debid76 wrote:I am trying to locate her death record so I can know for sure. But, I think this may be it!
Thank you for translating it for me!!
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WASHINGTON, DC— Today, The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility and its partnering colleges and universities were on Capitol Hill for an important briefing on student-run efforts to fight binge drinking on their campuses.
The event showcased programs developed by students, for students and was designed to imitate a college campus – "The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility University." Each college and university had a section of "The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility University" where they presented the college binge drinking programs currently in place or being developed on their individual campuses. Each of the programs was created in order to discourage binge drinking and to encourage responsible consumption. The showcased programs included:
- Emergency Medicine Foundation: This groundbreaking research project examines the feasibility of using text messaging as a way to further reduce risky drinking in college students.
- Fisher College: With the support of the International Association of Chiefs of Police, Fisher College's Center for Leadership in Public Service explored the role, challenges, and effectiveness of student life and law enforcement personnel in addressing dangerous over-consumption of alcohol on campus.
- The George Washington University: "You Know. Be There." This student generated campaign seeks to remind students that they intuitively know when their friends are on a path toward dangerous over-consumption and encourages them to act on their instincts to help prevent dangerous consequences.
- National Judicial College: This research project explores students' perceptions of the various phases of the college disciplinary process and its effectiveness in reducing recidivism for alcohol policy violations.
- Syracuse University: "The Stupid Drink." This student-led project seeks to reduce binge drinking by getting people talking about where the line is between "drinking" and "drinking too much" in order to reduce premature deaths, hospital visits and a long list of other negative consequences that occur on college campuses.
- Texas Christian University: "Vitals" VITALS is an acronym that stands for Vomiting, Incoherence, Temperature, Absence of Color, Low breathing and Seizure and is an offshoot of the PROOF campaign presented by TCU's team at the 2009 American Advertising Federation's National Student Advertising Competition to educate students on the signs of alcohol poisoning.
- University of Alabama: "Less Than U Think" This campus wide campaign is based on a strategy geared towards empowering student drinkers to change their behavior. The team developed a series of tactics to reach them on campus, at home and at the point of consumption.
- University of Minnesota: "The Other Hangover" This student generated initiative realistically depicts the important social consequences of alcohol overconsumption on students' reputations, friendships and image.
- Ohio University: "College: You Don't Want to Miss This" This project provided students with information and focused on two key areas: off-campus housing and local taverns, bars and restaurants.
"College binge drinking is a big problem on our nation's college campuses," said Ralph Blackman, President and CEO of The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility. "Our hope is that by helping students to create campaigns for their peers, we will be able to reach more college students and continue to change the culture of dangerous overconsumption on campuses."
The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility
The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility is a national not-for-profit organization dedicated to fighting drunk driving and underage drinking and is funded by the following distillers: Bacardi U.S.A., Inc.; Beam Global Spirits & Wine, Inc.; Brown-Forman; Constellation Brands, Inc.; DIAGEO; Hood River Distillers, Inc.; Pernod Ricard USA; and Sidney Frank Importing Co., Inc. Headquartered in Arlington, Virginia. The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility is a leader in the fight to eliminate drunk driving and underage drinking and promotes responsible decision making regarding beverage alcohol. The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility develops and implements innovative programs and public awareness campaigns and promotes action through strategic partnerships. Established in 1991, The Foundation for Advancing Alcohol Responsibility's initiatives are highlighted on its website at www.responsibility.org.
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This woman is hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forrest fire and she can suck and fuck me anytime she want to!
Observer September 12, 2011
And once again humor spoiled my experience :-D
Mathias August 25, 2011
Jaime cette video
Rich February 25, 2011
I LOVE that ass! Does anyone know her name?
Horsepif March 26, 2011
nice you see her arsehole - yes you do, no you don't, yes you do> I purchased some squash today and the price was acceptable
PunisherJ79 March 30, 2011
was ein geiles fickmaul...
simon February 13, 2011
why is she wearing shoes?
shingaki777 January 18, 2011
love the mouth-fuckin'
mike November 17, 2010
what the fuck? i agree with joey
nige November 30, 2010
Beautiful girl
WTF?? January 4, 2011
Shoes ON!!
poo-nose April 3, 2011
in her shithole there is a can of refried beans - look closely and you shall see them
windowcleanse April 9, 2011
I agree with poo-nose. She ays she is "in a tizzy" but her shithole has various grocery stables within. You can see cheese slices, milk cartons, broccoli etc> Perhaps she works at Ralph's
The man July 28, 2011
She is fucking fit
GEORGE August 12, 2011
hjjhj August 17, 2011
sasha konx
manyak July 1, 2011
can u give dis real her name
alex May 12, 2011
joke!!!!is everithyng joks....lol
stefan hitol'e April 22, 2011
Dear poo-nose & windowcleanse I have reviewed this feature many times, with zooms in her shithole and I only found a small can of chopped tomatoes and some taco chips around 2 mins. Can you please kindly be more specific as to the times I should be looking for the grocery stables ? Interestingly I did find what appear to be some rare paintings from Rembrandt and Van Gogh in her shithole around 2 1/2mins. Originals or copies....???
Arthur dirtlover April 22, 2011
I reviews the whole movie 3 years ago and it still makes me hard. For those who wish to focus on her shithole and the groceries I just say "check out the other nebraska shitholes". I even found a small 18th town up her shithole in a previous movie. When she says "Ryan I love his cock", you have to realize that is code for " look inside my shithole for the secrests regarding .....'
W A Mozart May 6, 2011
I would like to confirm and / or answer some of the previous questions and musings as I know the lady here as she is one of my violin students.... To Rich - her name is Bradley Lincoln (yes, a descendant of Abraham Lincoln). To Windowcleanse - she does indeed work at Ralph's and her use of her shithole to steal products is well known. Once they had to drive a van up her shithole to remove all the stolen goods. To Stefan - the Rembrandt is fake but the Van Gogh is an original. To WTF and Simon - She wears these shoes in case the Van Gogh slips out of her shithole, such that they can soften the fall and lessen the damage. To punisher - Ich stimme zu, das sie hat einegeiles fickmaul. I hope that answers your questions
NaughtyWife June 6, 2010
Being shared is great! I love being with other guys and I love the security of having my husband at home?
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In silence, they walked amid the tents, where healers' urgent voices and the moans and cries of men in pain still sounded. Soon enough, they came to a tent a little apart from the others. It was small, and there were guards in the livery of the king's household and of Aldburg stationed at the entryway, their swords drawn but planted before them, with their hands upon the cross-hilts. They did not move or acknowledge their guests in the least, but let them pass within the tent, where a pair of lamps cast a pale light upon the fifteen men laid side by side within.
Some were bare-faced and seemed almost to be sleeping; others were covered head to foot in cloaks, suggesting wounds so disfiguring as to grieve an onlooker. All bore their swords upon their breasts.
And there at the end of one row lay a small, still form, his hands clasped upon his breast above a sword hilt. Meriadoc Brandybuck looked much as he ever had; indeed, he looked as if he might wake at any moment. But he did not move, and when Aragorn knelt and carefully lifted the edge of the cloak, he was immediately relieved of one concern.
Bad angle, straight through the lungs, his healer's judgment informed him, and flinched inwardly as loss bit hard. There was no saving a man so wounded, not even were he treated immediately. He knew it, any healer who knew his trade was bound to judge likewise. There was, alas, but little comfort to be found in such knowledge. He let fall the cloak and laid his hand upon Merry's shoulder a moment, seeking to collect himself a bit. At least it would have been swift!
"How did he come here?" Legolas' low-voiced question held a world of rage and anguish in it, but before Aragorn could reply, Éothain spoke up.
"The Lady gave him into my care at Dunharrow the morning the Grey Company left," he answered.
"And you decided to bring him with you?" The rage deepened, and above him, Éothain hastened to reply:
"Nay, lord—the Lady gave him to me. 'Twas my task to find a place for him with us where the Marshal would not find him."
"Éowyn commanded this?"
"Yes, lord," Éothain replied, even more warily now, recognizing the tone of injured betrayal. "She said Master Brandybuck wished to go to Minas Tirith, and that she had promised to aid him, whether her brother and uncle would or no."
"I see," the Elf said flatly, and Aragorn stifled a sigh as he rose.
"Legolas," he said quietly, in an effort to forestall a futile dispute, "we've more pressing business than arguing 'oughts.'"
"And I thought you were done with business for the day," Legolas shot back.
"The day apparently decided otherwise. Captain," Aragorn asked, turning toward the man, "what can you tell us?"
"Little, I fear," Éothain said and grimaced. "The fell beast came down like a hawk on a hare and sent our horses into a panic. My lad was always quick on his feet—he got the bit in his teeth and bolted 'til an Orc thought to put a pike in his way. By the time I rejoined the host, Théoden King had already sent men to take Éomer up to the gates at least, 'til he could bring him to the Citadel." The captain's voice tightened. "They said then that of the Marshal's guard, none lived, save those who had been borne away by their horses."
"But if you knew this, then why had we heard nothing of Merry until now?" Legolas demanded then. Aragorn gave his friend a frown, but Éothain took no offense, seeming rather more weary and regretful than aught else.
"Had there been a body to tell of, you would have been told, lord prince," the captain replied heavily. "But there was none, 'til lately."
"What do you mean?" the Elf pressed, and Aragorn laid a warning hand upon his shoulder, only to have it shrugged off irritably as Legolas awaited an answer.
"'Tis as I said, lord," Éothain explained, "my charge was to see Master Brandybuck to Gondor, in despite of the Marshal—there were only five of us who knew he was with us. Three rode further back in the column once the attack began; they are all junior Riders, and were assigned to gather bodies to the fires when all was done. Then there was the lad Meriadoc rode with, Greta, and myself, and we rode with the Marshal's guard.
"I was told all were slain, and I thought your Master Brandybuck must have been discovered among them, and that you must have been given the news," Éothain replied steadily. "I never thought to ask how many had been found, for with Éomer dead, I had his command to settle, and especially when I heard from Greta's companions that their friend had come not back, there seemed to be no purpose in asking further.
"'Twas not 'til I went finally myself to pay my respects to the fallen of Éomer's guard, and found neither Greta nor Master Brandybuck among them, that I had reason to ask after them. 'Twas then I found that Greta lived still, but that no one had seen Master Brandybuck nor knew to miss him."
Éothain paused then, and his gaze went from Legolas to Aragorn, as he said, "For my part in this, my lords, I apologize, but I did not see that I could refuse the task assigned me. And I own I likely ought to have sent word to Théoden King or Lord Elfhelm to speak to you about the matter, but I thought that if one had lived, perhaps another might if we moved swiftly, and that questions and answers would take overmuch time.
"For I remembered how you appeared to us that day we met beneath the downs," he said, and gestured to the cloaks both Aragorn and Legolas still wore. "Meriadoc had such a mantle, I recalled, and by torchlight I thought it might take long to find him. So I took a few lads who stood hard by and we rode out to the place where the fell beast lay, where Éomer and all his men were found. There we searched for any sign of a hobbit's passage, though we would have missed him, save that one of the lads thought the Witch-king's hauberk lay a little strangely."
"He was beneath the Witch-king?" Aragorn said, a little incredulously.
"In a manner of speaking, lord. Of the Witch-king, there is naught but the armor and the robes and the crown left, but he lay flat beneath them. Must've been right behind him, though how anyone could come so close..." Éothain shook his head, staring down at Merry, and there was wonder upon that bluff, bland countenance for once. "Fifteen men about my lord Marshal—good men all, the best of us—and not one but him got a blow in on the Wraith-lord. He should lie with the Marshal for that!"
"He should lie in Dunharrow," Legolas muttered, and Aragorn closed his eyes a moment against the temptation to snap at his friend, who, after all, must ache for this death as much as he did himself.
After a moment, he opened his eyes once more, and spoke to Éothain again. "You have our thanks, Captain, for all that you have done for our friend." The captain accepted this with an inclination of his head. "Are there couriers at hand who can take a message to Harlond?"
"Aye, lord," Éothain replied.
"Send one thither, then, and tell him to ask for news of Halbarad and of Peregrin Took," he instructed, and ignored the piercing elven eyes that fixed upon him at these words. "If Peregrin is there and well enough for it, have the man bring him to our camp. As for Halbarad, I'll settle for word of his condition."
"As you wish, sire," the captain said, and turned and began to make his halting way out before Aragorn stopped him.
"Your pardon, Éothain, I am not thinking. You have lost your lord and gained a command and ought to take some rest. Legolas," Aragorn glanced over at the Elf, "since you seem unlikely to wish to rest in the near future, then if you would, get you to Harlond, or at least to the couriers. Please."
Legolas gave him a long look, then nodded abruptly. "We will speak of this later," he warned in Sindarin as he departed. That left Aragorn alone with Éomer's erstwhile second in command, and Éothain, gruff and dour captain that he was, nevertheless sighed and pushed a hand through tangled blond hair ere he said:
"In truth, sleep would be welcome about now. Thank you, sire."
"There is no need. Although, answer a question more for me, if you would," Aragorn said then, after a moment's reflection. And when Éothain quirked a brow, he continued, "You said that the Rider you had assigned to handle Merry—Greta, I think—lived still. Might he be able to say more of the battle?"
"I doubt it," Éothain replied, grimly. "I did ask after him, and the healers said they did not deem it likely he would wake, though his wounds themselves are not mortal. But some fell influence lingers, and he weakens, though they know not why."
"It grieves me to hear it, but perhaps he need not perish yet," Aragorn replied, and gripped the other man's shoulder, steering the captain out of the tent. And at Éothain's startled look, said, "I shall inquire and see whether there is aught I might do for him. Those who pass beneath a Ringwraith's shadow often suffer for it, but the Black Breath can be lifted."
"'T'would be good if it could be. The lad's a trial with that mouth of his and his curiosity, but he has a stout heart for all of it," Éothain declared, then stumbled a bit on some stone or dip in the field, hissing in pain as his injured leg buckled, so that Aragorn hastened to steady him. The captain shook his head sharply, then grunted, "Think I ought to see about that rest now, sire."
"No doubt. Go carefully. And I do thank you, for all your care of Merry," Aragorn said softly. Éothain bowed slightly in wordless reply, then limped away down the row of tents in search of his own bedroll. Aragorn stood a moment where he was, pressing a hand over eyes that burned, and not merely with exhaustion. But there was nothing to be done for Merry, whereas his companion might not be beyond hope. With a sigh, he lowered his hand, blinked a bit to clear the blur from his sight, and then made his way back towards the tents and well-lit circles where the healers worked.
Fortunately, he had no trouble finding the lad. "That young Rider Captain Éothain brought in not so long ago?" the journeyman healer replied to his question. "Aye, he is with the black watch, lord."
"Have you any hot water to spare? Even a cup would do," Aragorn asked.
"Aye, a moment, sire," the man replied, and raised a hand, signaling a pair of very young, black-haired boys in pages' livery, apparently on loan from the City to fetch and carry for the healers. One of them nodded and hurried off towards one of the fire pits.
"He ought to be back soon, and when he does, just you ask him to take you to the black watch, and he shall show you. There should be another lad there who can tell you which is Greta." So saying, the healer left him to return to his work. The boy did, indeed, come swiftly back, bearing carefully with him a wooden bowl that steamed.
"Here you are, sir," the boy said, and Aragorn gave him a nod as he accepted the bowl.
"Thank you, lad. The healer said you know where the black watch is. Can you take me there?"
"Aye, sir," he replied and began leading him towards the edge of the healers' encampment.
The men deemed incurable, yet whose condition was such that mercy was not required to speed their release from suffering, were kept on what was called the black watch. Usually one of the younger healers would be assigned to hold vigil there, to mark their passing and see that the bodies were sent to the fires, or to act should a man's condition change, so that either poppy or a knife were needed. Otherwise, the men on the black watch were cleaned as best as could be managed and allowed to rest undisturbed until their time came.
The presence of the boys from the City, however, freed the healers from the vigil, at least, if not from the unhappy duties of mercy. There were two boys sitting close together by a pair of lamps, huddled in their cloaks. As they approached, Aragorn's young guide hailed them, and the two looked up, then made haste to rise, tugging their tunics straight.
"Sir," one of them, the taller of the two, said quickly, then gazed up at him uncertainly.
"Do either of you know which of the men here was with Lord Éomer's company?" Aragorn asked. "He was brought in not long ago, by Captain Éothain. His name is Greta."
"Oh, aye, sir. Ingar, you wait, I'll show him," the taller boy said, and his companion nodded, seeming all too happy to leave the task to his friend. "This way, sir."
The lad led him straight through the rows of silent, still men, heading for the bedrolls near the back, some of which were unused. At length, he paused by one of them, and indicated its occupant.
"He is the one you want," the boy said, holding his lamp up so that light fell upon the wounded man's face. Young it was, and marred by a slash that had taken the fellow's eye, to judge by the bandaging. And even in this deathlike repose, he seemed troubled, uneasy, and when Aragorn knelt and laid the back of one hand upon his cheek, he felt the fever. Greta moaned and muttered something incoherent, twitching slightly.
"He's been like that since they brought him," the boy volunteered. "Every so often, he'll moan and cry out. We thought he must be better, or needing something the first time it happened, but the Rohirrim came and said it was babbling."
"Well, perhaps we shall get something more from him," Aragorn murmured, then glanced over at the boy and raised a brow. "How are you, lad? Can you stay here and keep that lantern over us both for a time?"
"Aye, I can. Ingar doesn't like this duty, but I was working for the healers in the surgery, up in the Houses in the Seventh Circle," the lad replied, and gave him a look grave beyond his years, as he explained: "The men here don't scream."
"What is your name, lad?"
"Bergil, son of Beregond of the guard, sir," he replied, and drew himself up a bit, and despite his grief and weariness, Aragorn could not but smile, recognizing the pride in the lad's voice.
"Bergil, son of Beregond?" he asked. The boy nodded, and Aragorn held out a hand, which the lad grasped readily enough. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn, a Ranger of the North," he replied, then pressed his hand a little harder. "Now listen a moment: there is a thing I must do, and it may seem... odd. But stay you here, do not let the light waver, and see that I am not disturbed for a time. Can you do that?"
"Aye, sir. Can you really heal him?"
"I believe so," Aragorn replied, releasing him then to attend to his latest patient. May I not be proved wrong! Gathering himself, banishing weariness from his mind, he reached and took the young man's face in his hands, drew a deep breath. And as he let it out, he let himself go as well...
I'm dying.
"Greta?" Aragorn called after that wondering, terrified voice.
Éomer! My lord! Sword-fire in the night—a glitter of blade that seemed to cut for just a moment through the Darkness that had fallen.
"Greta!" He cast out again, for the lad was close, he could feel him—and then flinched and cried out himself as pure white agony burned across his face, like ice. The world seemed to shatter, breaking into dreams that fluttered like ravens, black wings closing in all about him, all about him... all about them!
For there in the heart of this darkness, he caught a glimpse of him—thin and weak, insubstantial as a shadow at noon. "Take my hand, lad! Greta, reach!" The other's form wavered, shrank from him. "Greta, take my hand, or you perish here." Still, the other held back, and in the swirl of sharp-winged nightmares, Aragorn could feel his own hold on the world beyond slackening. "I cannot linger, lad—take my hand. Now!"
Something in his plea must have moved the lad, for the other stretched out a tentative hand. Fingers like smoke brushed Aragorn's palm, and Aragorn grasped and pulled the other close, gasping a little at the pain and terror that leached off him. But far gone as he was, there was no resistance in the boy as Aragorn began their retreat—
—and the next thing he was aware of, beyond the blur of fevered, horrific dreams, was an insistent voice in his ear, and the wrench of another mind that seized upon him even as he had seized on Greta, and a glow that solidified into a pair of hands upon his shoulders...
"Aragorn!" Legolas said urgently, his grip tightening. "Valar, you are too weary for this! Aragorn—do you hear me?"
"I hear you," Aragorn replied, rather shortly as he shook himself out of the last vestiges of Greta's dreams, nerves tingling still, and the world went grey and blurry for a moment. He blinked, then again, and shivered slightly as a dull ache settled behind his eyes. But that would keep for a little while at least. Before him, Legolas let out a sigh and an oath as he let his hands fall.
At the same time, the light wavered a bit as Bergil shifted the lamp to his other hand. "He said he could help you, sir," the boy said, gesturing to Legolas. "I'm sorry if I did wrong. But is he better?" Bergil gazed wide-eyed down at Greta, who was lying quietly. Aragorn gave the boy a weary half-smile, and replied:
"Let us wake him and ask."
"Later, Legolas," he said, ere the other could finish, intent once more upon his aim. Earlier that evening, he had replenished his supply of athelas from the store kept by the Grey Company before going to work with the healers. Now he withdrew a few leaves from his scrip and reached for the bowl of water. The water had cooled somewhat, but was still warm enough to serve, and so he bruised the leaves and cast them into it. After a moment, a sharp, clean scent seeped outward, stealing through the air, like Imladris' pines on the edge of autumn.
"Smells like grandfather's rose garden," Bergil said, sounding delighted as he sniffed. Aragorn chuckled softly, then lifted Greta's head a bit and held the bowl beneath his face.
"Wake, Greta—come home to us!"
Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, but then the lad stirred slightly, and he breathed in deep of a sudden, like a diver come to surface. "Éomer-hlaford?" he murmured, voice unsteady and thick with confusion. The eye that had not a bandage over it opened slowly, and Greta blinked, then squinted a bit, raising a trembling hand. Aragorn set the bowl aside and grasped it, squeezing firmly. "Láttéowa?"
"That is a tale for later, lad. How do you feel?" he asked, falling easily into Rohirric once more.
"Head hurts," the other whispered and winced slightly. Then his brow furrowed. "Why can I not...?" His question trailed off as the other hand felt at the bandage over his eye, and he winced then, sucking in a sharp breath as the other eye began to tear.
"Hush now, lad, you will be well, and in a little while, you shall rest. Bergil," Aragorn said and nodded in the direction of the surgery tents, "go fetch a healer and a pair of lads with a stretcher—tell them they have one here by mistake, and that he is in pain."
"Yes, sir!" Bergil turned and began pelting down the row, then stopped abruptly, apparently struck by a thought. He returned quickly and set the lantern down beside them, then with a grin, resumed his headlong dash.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Legolas spoke again, though in his own tongue, mindful of Greta's presence. "You nearly lost him. And yourself," he said reprovingly.
"I know I did. And I thank you for your help at the end. But this was necessary," Aragorn replied.
"Necessary? Why? You might have waited 'til tomorrow at least!"
"Mayhap. But that might have been too late—he was nearly gone by the time I found him," he said.
"And you were on the brink of losing your anchor here when I found you!" Legolas retorted, green eyes flashing. "You should not have done it, weary as you are! Do you think Prince Imrahil or the other captains would take kindly to losing you chasing after a dream-lost lad?"
"He is safe enough now, and so am I. Legolas," he said firmly, quelling the other's protest with a look, "I know your argument—I do not dispute it. But the thing is done, and no harm has come of it. Let it be!"
"Hlaford?" Elf and Man both looked down at Greta, then, as the weak-voiced inquiry drew their attention from their quarrel. "Eomer hlaford, is hé hal? Libbe hé? And... Merry?"
Aragorn sighed softly. It appeared that Greta would not be put off from an answer, unhappy though it be. Curious, perhaps, but not tonight, he thought tiredly, recalling Éothain's words. Even so wounded, he's courage enough for concern. And so he reached and brushed a lock of hair back from the lad's brow, then let his hand slide down to cup Greta's cheek, soothing the lad a bit before he replied, gently, "Lord Éomer and Merry won great glory this day, but they must leave it to you to celebrate it for them."
"Oh." It was more a whimper than a word, and the lad's breath caught. "Oh." Tears leaked from the corners of his one good eye, and he sniffled. He looked away.
"Here, take this." Legolas' voice came low and unexpectedly soft, as the Elf dug about in his scrip and came up with a handkerchief that was amazingly still clean and neatly folded at that. He tucked it into the young Rider's hand, and watched as Greta shakily used it, murmuring a rather muffled 'thank you.'
All three of them fell silent then, until Bergil returned, with three men in his wake. At that point, both Legolas and Aragorn rose, Aragorn rather more slowly than was his wont, and they made way for the healers, who exclaimed over Greta before carefully moving him onto the stretcher.
"Whatever you did, lord, you have our thanks," the last of the healers said, as the other two bore Greta away. Then he, too, hurried back to his charges.
As soon as he had departed, Legolas snaked a hand about Aragorn's arm and said, firmly, "You need to rest, before this latest adventure finds you. Come!"
This time, Aragorn did not argue, nor did he resist, but rather simply obeyed, for in truth, the strain of the day—of several days—had already found him when he had left Denethor. With nothing more to occupy him, dizzying exhaustion took hold, and his own grief threatened. He did spare a nod and brief hand on Bergil's shoulder, wordless thanks for his help, but he barely heard the boy call after them: "Good night!"
Legolas was silent as they made their way back to the Rangers' camp and their tent, and despite the tension between them, Aragorn was grateful for the Elf's steadying hand. For as they walked, the ache he had been ignoring mounted in intensity, so that by the time they reached their destination, Aragorn was gritting his teeth against a splitting headache. Legolas, of course, noticed, and he shook his head as he shepherded his friend into the tent, then let the flap fall and knelt to fasten it against the night breezes.
Aragorn meanwhile unbuckled his sword-belt and set that carefully aside, then pulled his boots off and managed to retrieve his bedroll from the small pile of baggage in the corner. No sooner had he shaken out the blankets and spread them upon the ground than he crawled into their midst, pulled them over himself, and shut his eyes.
"Wake me an hour before dawn, Legolas," he muttered.
If Legolas answered, Aragorn did not hear it: weary as he was, he was already asleep.
As it happened, he did not need to wait for Legolas to call him. He was not certain what time it was, but it was surely several hours later when Aragorn came suddenly awake, as happened sometimes after a dream or when something disturbed him. But it was quiet in the tent; no sound of trouble reached him from without, and he could remember nothing of any dream.
"You should go back to sleep," said a low voice, nigh at hand. Hearing it, Aragorn relaxed and let slip the dagger he had reached for instinctively. Then he let his head loll to one side so he could see Legolas. The prince sat by the tent flap, his back to the canvas and his knees drawn up with his arms clasped loosely about them. "It is early still."
"What hour is it?"
"Not yet the hour before dawn," Legolas replied, a little pointedly.
Aragorn shut his eyes again experimentally, contemplating the idea of taking a little longer before rising. But after but a few moments, he sighed softly, and sat up, rubbing his face in his hands ere he folded them and cocked his head 'til he could see the Elf again at the edge of his vision. "You have not slept at all, have you?" he said, not that he needed to ask.
"I had other matters to think about."
"Such as?"
"Why it is that reasonable Men would think it wise to allow two Halflings into a battle like this, when they were safe enough where they were."
Aragorn grunted at this. After last night, the complaint was hardly unexpected; nonetheless, the idea of having to face Denethor again after an argument with Legolas was not an appealing prospect. But better to have it done with, he thought, even as he threw the blankets off and grabbed his overtunic. He pulled that on, then reached for his sword-belt.
"Say on," he invited, as he buckled it, gave the cinch a tug, and then went for the boots.
"I have asked my question, I still await your answer," Legolas replied, evenly.
"It is not what I would have chosen for them, but it was not my choice to make."
"Yet you persist in making it nonetheless—at Dunharrow before Helm's Deep, at Edoras... after Moria."
"We have gone over this before, Legolas, 'twas you who begged off that exchange. And if you are so concerned about the hobbits' safety, you might have contested Elrond and Gandalf, who decided they ought to be have a place in this business of ours."
"I said not that they have no place in this struggle, but you know as well as I that this was no battle for their kind! There was no need for them to be here!" Legolas replied sharply.
"There was no need for them that we could foresee, I grant you that. I argued that point with Pippin at Dunharrow, you may be sure. But the need of armies is not the only kind of need in the world that must be respected," Aragorn answered.
"So you say. Yet you seek ever to thwart me and indulge them," Legolas retorted, and Aragorn sighed.
"I thought we had had done with this in Dunharrow!" He shook his head, then gestured vaguely, a wave to encompass the camp at large. "You are here, Legolas, you have surely slain enough to barrow Gimli in a hall made wholly of orcish skulls. It may profit us both for a time that you grieve him with the edge of a knife, but in the end, we are neither of us innocents—we know the end of the road you are upon," he replied, with quiet force. "Do not ask me to look gladly upon it!"
"We do know," Legolas agreed after a moment. "And if you look not gladly upon it, then the more reason to save whom you can—the hobbits had no business here!" Green eyes caught and held his a moment, ere the prince added, "You did not see Pippin last night."
For a moment, it escaped Aragorn how Pippin should have been upon the field last night, but then memory returned. The courier, of course, he thought, running a hand through his hair to buy a moment's consideration. Then: "How did he seem?"
"Shattered," Legolas replied grimly. "I took him to the healers' camp, to the tent. So far as I know, he has not left his cousin's side."
Aragorn made a soft noise, sympathy, regret, and frustration mingling in it. But there is no time for grief now, either! he thought. Not yet. And so he said, "Then you should go to him, and see that he is not alone. Give him my condolences, and I will speak with him later, when this council is over."
Legolas rose then, unfolding like a cat from its nap, and he drew his cloak about his shoulders. Then he cocked his fair head and asked, "What will you debate?"
"The next step in all of this—we need to decide the best course of action," Aragorn replied, though he gave the prince a puzzled look, for he should have thought that was clear enough.
Legolas returned it for a long moment, then glanced down at the grass. Finally: "I do not see that there is much to decide. Frodo walks in Mordor—so we hope, if we hope. His path must be clear if he is to have any chance of achieving his end. Minas Tirith stands still, but it has stood for many years and done nothing to draw our Enemy forth in all his strength. We do nothing to aid Frodo defending these walls, Aragorn." He glanced up as he spoke, and that fey, fearful smile touched his lips, twisted his mouth. "And aiding Frodo changes nothing in the end. It is as I have said since Rohan—all is decided. You and the others have but to follow, and follow you shall the path already set, however you go upon it. Good day."
With that, the Prince departed, leaving Aragorn to stare after him a moment. At length, though, he shook his head. "Go not to the Elves, indeed!" he muttered, and then went on to his morning ablutions.
It was nearly dawn—the first dawn Minas Tirith had seen in nearly a week. As the sun peeked over the Ephel Dúath, Pippin stood at the edge of the healers' camp, watching as men went to and fro on their rounds. It seemed very busy still, for all the battle had been done for hours and hours, and he hesitated, uncertain where to go or who to speak to, and he certainly did not wish to bother anyone who might be needed badly elsewhere.
At length, however, a pair of men appeared who seemed less hurried than the others. One of them noticed him standing there, and touched his older companion's arm, then pointed and said somewhat. The older man's gaze fell upon him, and then the man laid a hand on his younger colleague's shoulder and began striding purposefully towards Pippin.
"Are you one of the lads from the City?" he asked Pippin, in reasonably clear Westron.
"Me, sir? No, I came with St—Aragorn," Pippin replied, and at the other's slightly skeptical look, added: "I'm Peregrin Took—one of the holbytla."
At that, the man's face lit with recognition. "Forgive me, I had not seen you before, only heard the tales," he replied. "How may I help? Are you hurt?"
Pippin had lightly reassured Halbarad he had nothing more than scraped knees and shins when they had waited for the healer upon the field. Which he had, and which were quite sore, not to mention black and blue where there was still skin, and he had a bit of a lump on the back of his head from getting tripped over in the battle.
"'Tis naught serious," one of the healers at Harlond had told him, and Pippin had given Halbarad, who had insisted the man check him, a triumphant look.
And it wasn't serious. If ever he had felt inclined to complain of such ills, the news the messenger had brought last night had quelled it. And so in response to the healer's inquiry, he shook his head and replied, "No, I don't need a healer. I was looking for someone, but I don't know where to find him."
"I imagine you seek Greta, the lad who found his way into Lord Éomer's guard—the one who bore Master Brandybuck with him, as I hear it?" the man guessed, and Pippin nodded, biting his lip against the quaver, and he ducked his head, blinking hard. A warm hand engulfed his shoulder, and he looked up to see the healer give him a kindly smile, as he said:
"'Tis all right, lad. But I must ask: why do you wish to see him?"
"I just wanted to thank him for taking care of Merry on the way here, and to hear what happened. But I promise," Pippin said hastily, "I shan't badger him about it."
The healer considered this a moment, then nodded. "Very well. I shall take you to him. Come, Master Took."
"Thank you," Pippin replied, and began to follow him. The healer called something to his friend, who gave a nod and then made off on his own. "I'm sorry to be a bother..." Pippin began, but the other shook his head.
"Nay, it is no trouble. We are at the end of our shift, and I shall follow him soon. Besides, it would be good, I deem, for Greta to have someone to sit with him awhile."
"So... you do know him, sir?" Pippin asked, glancing up at the man.
"Aye, I was called to treat him last night—we thought he would die, but Lord Ælric—" Pippin frowned, momentarily thrown off by the name, 'til he recalled how the Rohirrim had called Aragorn "was able to help him, I know not how." The healer gave him a searching look then, and said: "I should warn you, Master Took, for I do not know how much experience you have of such things: men who are newly scarred and disfigured, as Greta is, often are very ill-tempered. Do not let him unsettle you too much. And if you can help it, do not stare."
"I shall try not to," Pippin promised.
The healer brought him then to a pallet where a young man lay sleeping, a clean bandage bound about his head and over his left eye, and new stitches all along the same cheek. "He ought to wake soon—the effects of the poppy we gave him should wear off. Should you need help, call for it," the man said. "Good morning, Master Took."
"Good morning. And thank you," Pippin replied, gazing after the man, who hurried to rejoin his companion, leaving Pippin in the midst of the makeshift ward. But after a moment, a soft moan drew his attention from the retreating healer to the Rider lying before him.
The sun was coming up, and pale golden rays cut through the ashy air. It made the young man seem very pale, his skin seeming nearly transparent, and his good eye shut the tighter as he winced and reached up with one hand, shielding his face from the light a bit. He whimpered.
"Should I fetch a healer for you?" Pippin asked, feeling his stomach clench sympathetically at that pained, frightened sound.
To his surprise, at the sound of his voice, the Rider went paler still, and with what seemed a great effort of will, he forced his eye open and gazed up at Pippin, squinting. "M-merry?" he asked, voice strained and incredulous.
"No, Pippin," he replied quickly. "Merry is—was—my cousin."
The lad's face fell, but he grunted softly, and murmured, "His cousin. Of course." Then he winced again and shut his eye, which was tearing up.
"Should I go find someone for you?" Pippin asked again, worriedly.
"No. I'm fine." Which was a patent lie, but Greta hurried on to ask: "Why have you come?"
"I just thought," Pippin replied, after a moment, "you might want some company." For of a certainty, I do!
Last night, when Pippin had arrived at Aragorn's tent, and been told the bad news by a frightfully grave Legolas, he almost had not believed it.
"But he can't be—that is, he has to be all right!" Pippin had protested. And he had waited for the prince to shake himself out of whatever strange dreams Elves dreamt and tell him it was a mistake, that he had said the wrong name or meant "hurt" instead of "dead." Something. Anything.
"I'm sorry, Pippin, did I say 'Merry'? I was dreaming before you came and it slipped out wrongly." They would have been welcome words, and Pippin might even have forgiven him if Legolas had said he had been playing some morbid prank on him. But none of that had happened.
"Come, I shall take you to him," Legolas had said, and been as good as his word. And he had even withdrawn quietly, without protest, when Pippin had asked him to leave. Pippin had sat in that tent for most of the night, there among the dead, and he had held Merry's hand and wept and pleaded and probably confessed to twenty years of unacknowledged guilt for various acts of hitherto unclaimed mischief. There had been darker things, too—fears and failures conceived along the long road from the Shire to Gondor, which he had not told anyone of, not even Merry, and which had come pouring out, as if to say it would make up, somehow, for having not been there. For having been somewhere else, with someone else, just in time for another, and far, far too late for Merry.
And when all of that had got no reply, Pippin had sat in silence, staring blankly down at his cousin in a kind of stupor, unable to weep, unable to speak, unable to bear the stillness of Merry's face, yet unable to leave. He had actually fallen asleep there, worn out from the day's deeds and griefs.
Later (he knew not how many hours later) he had awakened with a start, terrified, and found himself alone in the dark, with only the memory that before him lay the dead. He had gone cold to the tips of his toes, and every hair had stood on end, as all of a sudden, their spiritless company had struck him with horror, as if he were back riding the Paths of the Dead: in the dark, alone with them, spirits without bodies, bodies without souls. He had nearly thrown up.
He had scrambled to depart them, though he had recalled just in time the presence of the guards outside the tent. One of them must have come in and taken down the lantern while Pippin slept, thinking no others would come so late, and that perhaps Pippin might appreciate it. Later, it had occurred to him to wonder if Legolas had had an unnoticed word with them about leaving him be on his way out. Whatever the case, he did manage to stop himself before he fled out into the camp at large, and had departed at a determinedly dignified pace.
After that, he had gone back to the Gondorian camp, and wandered aimlessly for a time, not really thinking about anything. At length, he had drawn nigh to Aragorn's tent, wondering if he might join his friends and sleep warm for awhile, but the two muffled voices—Legolas' and Aragorn's, both speaking Sindarin—had put him off after but a short while spent listening. And so he had returned to the healer's encampment, remembering then that Legolas had spoken of a Rider who had carried Merry through to the last battle. A young Rider, who lay now wounded in the healers' care. And for whatever reason, it had got into his head then that if he desired better company than the dead, he need look no further.
Now, looking down at the Rider, who was gazing at him in pained incomprehension, he had cause to question that notion. "Why would you want to keep me company?" Greta asked, hoarsely.
"I... it's no good being alone right now, and the others are... busy, I think. I miss Merry, but I can't bear to be about him anymore. And I thought you might be wanting for someone other than healers," he said, and felt his cheeks heat. He sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm not making much sense!"
"I am sorry that I did not save your cousin, Master Took," came the whispered response, after a long moment of silence. Pippin blinked in surprise.
"Sorry?" he repeated, and got a faint nod, which was brought up a bit short by a wince.
"My horse threw us, and I felt him fall away. But I didn't look for him. I saw my lord Éomer and that... thing... and everything went right out of my head. I don't even know... I'm not even sure what I did anymore, but it didn't end very well," he said, his voice trailing off into a quiet, cut off whimper, teeth baring in a rictus of anguish. He sucked in a breath between his teeth, and forced the rest out: "But I was supposed to look out for Merry, and I didn't. And I didn't even save my lord, either!"
"Are you all right? You really don't look well," Pippin said, not willing to trust himself with a response to this speech yet, but certainly the other seemed rather green about the gills. The tearing of his one good eye was now definitely tears, and Greta raised a hand. But not to wipe at them—rather, he held it above his face, almost as if to hide himself.
"It's just the light," he managed, tightly. And: Of course, Pippin realized after a moment's thought; it hurts his eyes. Obligingly, he shifted so that his shadow fell across the Rider's face. "My thanks," Greta murmured, letting his arm fall once more, as he explained, shortly: "Never thought it would hurt this much!"
"Are you sure I shouldn't fetch you a healer to give you something for it?" Pippin asked, worriedly.
"No!" came the emphatic reply. Then Greta swallowed hard, and murmured, "If I sleep, I may dream of... him."
Him. Pippin, remembering the hasty journey from Weathertop, in constant fear of the Riders not far behind, shivered in kindred horror, and replied, sympathetically, "I know what you mean!"
They were silent for a little while, each preoccupied with his own thoughts. Pippin, watching his unfortunate companion, thought about his words, turning them over in his mind a bit. At length, he said quietly, "It's not your fault, you know, about Merry dying. Strider told us this wasn't our sort of battle, but we came anyway. We'd been lucky all along—catching on to Cousin Frodo's plan in time, missing those Ringwraiths all the way from Hobbiton to Rivendell, and getting off Caradhras in a snowstorm. And it never was us, before—Gandalf went first, and then Boromir... Gimli. I suppose... I suppose it was about time luck caught up with us," he concluded, and dabbed at his eyes with his sleeve as he sniffled a bit. He sighed.
"So you see, it wasn't your fault. You were lucky, that's all. Merry wasn't, and neither was Éomer. Lot of bad luck lately. But it's not you or me who's to blame for it. I'm not angry with you, certainly," he said, sincerely, and looked anxiously at the young Rider, hoping he understood.
And perhaps he did. Greta was silent for a little longer, then reached out a hand. Pippin took it, and the young man squeezed tightly. "Do you think," Greta asked, "that you could stay and talk to me? It would help keep my mind off things."
"Of course, if you like. What should I talk about?" Pippin asked, and got a slight shrug.
"Girls, horses, races—anything you like! Just something to listen to," he replied. Pippin frowned, considering his choices. And then he began to grin.
"Why don't I tell you about the best mushroom farm in all the Shire?"
"Mushrooms?" Even wounded and in pain, Greta sounded skeptical.
"Oh yes. If there's a treasure in the Shire, it's mushrooms. You have no idea 'til you've had them properly served, but once you have, you'll understand why so many went to such lengths to steal them. Which is where the dogs come into it, and, if I may say so myself, one of the more ingenious plots ever to fail to get past them," Pippin declared.
Forgive me, Frodo, he thought across the leagues to the worst young rascal in Buckland, for despite what must have been a fierce headache indeed, Greta looked intrigued. I'll make it up to you somehow for telling about this! "You see, the Marish is famous for its mushrooms, but especially the Maggots' farm..."
While the sun rose, and the camp came slowly to life, and lords convened upon the field, Pippin sat and spun tales of the Shire, and the derring-do of friends and cousins (and himself, of course) in pursuit of mischief. Greta was not the only one who listened, either—men laid close by sometimes would chuckle, if painfully, and once or twice even interjected a question. The healer who came by on his rounds even seemed pleased—pleased enough that a little while after his departure, a boy came up bearing porridge and some bread and cheese for Pippin.
"Master Æscher said you should eat something," the lad said. "And he says all of you had better listen so he can hear the rest when he comes back on rounds later," he added, addressing the wounded.
"Will do," Greta murmured, and managed a faint smile, while Pippin managed a 'thank you' around a mouthful of bread.
"Are you staying on for a bit, lad?" Pippin asked, and the youngster shook his head.
"No, I have to go. The healers want us to get a count now of everyone who is still here," he replied.
"What for?"
"I don't know. Something's going on, though," the boy volunteered, then darted away to his chore.
"I wonder what that's about," Pippin mused aloud.
"Likely nothing," said one of the men, who had a poultice on a wound to his leg, but who seemed more sick than aught else. "Had to count us sometime to know how many they can put on the watches."
"Anyone heard if Marshal Elfhelm's lads have come in yet?" another asked, and then repeated it in Rohirric. This got some muttered replies, and though Pippin did not understand any of it, he got the impression that no one knew anything about Elfhelm's company.
"Elfhelm split his éored up, sent some to guard the neck of the pass into Stonewain Valley," Greta explained quietly. "There were Orcs on our trail. A lot of Orcs."
"Oh," Pippin said, his mood suddenly quenched and subdued once more. More battles. More death. "It feels like this war should be over already!"
Greta managed a faint smile, though there was a hardness to his voice that belied his years as he replied, "It might have been over yesterday. Long may it last!"
Which was one way of looking at it, Pippin supposed, though he did not care for it at all. It can't last long—Frodo has to come to Mt. Doom sooner than that, he thought, and cast an anxious look over his shoulder towards the east. Because if Frodo did not, then, as Greta had intimated, things might end all too soon, even war...
"I see I need not have worried," said a new voice just then, and Pippin looked up to see Legolas standing just a little ways off, having, it seemed, appeared from thin air. The elven prince gave him a slight smile that did not quite lighten his eyes, as he explained, "Trust a hobbit to find a meal!"
"Legolas," Pippin replied, standing and wiping his hands on his pants, feeling, as ever, just slightly disheveled in the Elf's presence, never mind that even Legolas looked as though he could benefit from a washroom and a proper brush. "Were you looking for me?"
"Aye, I was. I thought you would be... elsewhere. And then I could find no one who had seen you, and feared you had become lost in the camp somewhere," he replied.
"I'm sorry," Pippin said contritely. "I did mean to go back to the tent, but..." He shrugged, not wanting to admit in front of others that he had, but had departed unannounced for being unwilling to interrupt what had seemed an argument.
"You should have found it filled with Gondor's council, had you tried," Legolas said, and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "'Tis well enough—I thought to look here before I set out for Harlond, where no doubt if I had inquired of Halbarad, he should have badgered his way out of bed to look for you."
"Is he all right?" Pippin asked, and received another shrug.
"I know no more than you told me last night," he replied. "I suppose that he is. But come—when I made my way back from searching the camp perimeter, I saw King Théoden and Lord Denethor walking towards the City. That means the council has concluded and our course is decided. And I know Aragorn wished to see you."
"Very well, I shall come in a moment. Let me say my good-byes," Pippin replied, and set aside his by now empty bowl of porridge. He crept close and laid a small hand upon Greta's arm, and the young man laid one of his own sword-callused ones atop it. "I'll come back later to see how you are, and maybe if you like, I can finish the last story."
"I would like that. Thank you, Pippin. For everything," he said, meaningfully, and Pippin felt his face heat once more.
"It's only fair. Thank you for taking care of my cousin," he replied, and smiled sadly. He rose then, and waved to the others, who bade him farewell. Turning then to Legolas, he said, "Let's go see what's to be done."
The elven prince nodded, and they departed together, Legolas gliding along at a short enough stride that Pippin could keep up easily. In silence, they made their way back, and Pippin darted anxious glances up at his taller companion, who seemed for once not to notice, wrapped up in his own thoughts.
At length, they came to their tent, and Legolas ducked within, despite the sound of voices. Pippin followed in time to see Aragorn look up from a conversation with one of his Rangers. Yes, no doubt about it, he thought, something was up between him and Legolas, given how they looked at each other. Not that they glared, but he could feel a certain tension between them. Then Aragorn looked away, continuing the discussion. It lasted but a little longer anyway, ere he dismissed the man with a brief hand upon the shoulder, and the Ranger nodded to Legolas and Pippin on his way out.
"So?" Legolas said, as soon as he was gone. Aragorn sighed.
"So," he replied, and glanced from him to Pippin and back again; "We leave for the Black Gate the day after tomorrow."
"Go not to the Elves, indeed!"—'Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes,' "Three is Company," FOTR, 83.
"[T]he worst young rascal in Buckland"—"A Short Cut to Mushrooms," FOTR, 91. Actually, Frodo is merely one of the worst young rascals in Buckland, but Pippin has poetic license.
Éomer-hlaford?: Lord Éomer?
Láttéowa? : Marshal? (Actually, "General," since there is no word for 'marshal' at the Old English Dictionary, nor in the index to Sweet's Anglo-Saxon Primer.)
Eomer-hlaford, is hé hal? Libbe hé? And... Merry?: Is Lord Éomer well? Does he live? And... Merry?
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The game was rushed out.
The game was rushed out.
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There is a demo, and there was dev diary and devs communication on this forum. Next time, get some informations about a game before buying it and then crying in a useless post.
i recognize the problems of the game,i could probably state some more,but still i prefer to have and play this game (that's why i bought it after playing the demo and realizing these problems)than wait for 6 more months (since Harpoon and Fleet commander,there's nothing simmilar out there).I respect ypur opinion (democracy!) but i believe there are many more who share my opinion.
Finally because i'm in the PC "area" for more than 20 years,EVERYTHING when it "comes out" has problems...from MS Windows,to games!Let's not demand everything from the first day!The "ball" now is in the devs "field",but as far as i see they're trying to "play"...that's encouraging!
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I finally found time to complete mission 9 as NATO and even if enemy subs got stuck in the shores, I had so much fun searching for them with the suonothingies while remaining hidden that I easily overlooked the bug.
Can not even imagine the fun when editor is released.
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Just because the game has issues doesn't mean you should condemn it. I may not be a game dev but I am a first time modder for ARMA 2 and it's not an easy task. Making models, scripts, such things for a conversion of a game is hard enough; I wouldn't dare wish to know the hardship that one endures building a game from the ground up.
So please show some respect for the devs hard work and wait or if you wish not to wait then fine just go. But the rest of us here back the dev's 100% and know that fixing the games issues let alone pleasing the wants of the gamers is no easy task. Look at it this way we wanted a Mission Editor and they are making it for us, that alone should show what they are willing to do for their fans time and resources permitted. I don't know about you but I loved the Editor in Fleet Command and I am going to love it just as much in Naval War.
Good for you. Now maybe you and all your 20 years of experience can run off crying & make a flawless game. Hope you enjoy it, I'm Out!
Well, you never even had the courtesy to register your game to say you brought it, seems a bit off, or am I being judgemental? (like you would know).
Personally I have been having a really good time with this game. It's not an image of perfection but it's giving me tremendous enjoyment and excitement, despite of the occasional hiccups. For a twenty eurobuck game that's not bad! And I'm not even a big fan of naval simulations...
I was looking for a game that realistically modelled modern naval warfare. Unfortunately this was not it. I have only myself to blame for the wasted money, should have tried out the demo before purchase.
Anyway, back to Jane's Fleet Command with the Naval Warfare Project mod. Maybe in the future Arctic Circle will have been modded and patched into something that can rival the 1999 Jane's title.
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Please, only keep it to game discussions, not personal attacks. Thank you.
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Ireland's Teardrop -- EU3 DW Munster/Ireland AAR. Follow the story of Munster, taking over the entire North American continent!
Rule Helvetia! Helvetia Rule the Waves... -- Victoria 2 beta AAR. Watch Switzerland defeat the British Royal Navy... or die trying!
What if the Pope had 200,000 men? -- A Papal States EU3 1.3 aar (abandoned/finished after owning 70% of the world)
I imagine if this has been a $60 tier-1-title release, I could understand (and sympathize with) the OP's reaction.
But fer cryin' out loud - it's a $20 budget title on a niche market topic! What did you expect, Battlefield 3-levels of polish?
For what it is, and the price point it came out at (basically pocket change), the game is EASILY worth the purchase.
I've had issues but the game's low pricepoint, the dev's open ear for feedback and frequent updates puts my opinion clearly on their side. I'm happy and having tons of fun with a modern naval RTS sim.
It certainly lacks polish here and there but if they keep supporting it like this in the next few months, it's hard to blame a tiny team making a such a niche game. Maybe Paradox is the one to blame for pushing the game out the door maybe a month early (pure speculation from my part).
Last edited by Mighty Heart; 24-04-2012 at 03:26.
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