OOC: If ou want to know where this story is headed, pm me...
If not then good luck and go with the flow... ^_^


IC:

Gentle hands spread a small mound of dirt around, so the ground became level. The hands reached for some flowers to place over two graves. Then the figure (attatched to the hands) came to her feet, simply staring at the place her aunt and uncle rested.

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'Oh, Lady Chase, why will you not let me come? I have nothing left here, I'm just like you. Opps, I didn't- I didn't mean it that way!' Beautiful hazil eyes began to tear. The young women of Rohan reached down and picked up the child.

'I know you did not mean it that way. It's not that I don't want you to come, it's just-'

'Then let me come! PLEASE!!!!!!!' The young child looked at her with those eyes, and that pouting lip. How could she refuse such a face? Besides, she always considered Anna as her little sister. It would be fun to have her along. Especially where she was headed.

'Hmm.... well.... ok.' She burst into an enchanted fit of laughter, as she watched the little girl dance around the room.

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Hmm...good start. I'm new at this...

Name: Aramel Redwood
Race: Elf
Apperance: Long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, very beautiful
Height: 5'7
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"I'm glad you let her go, Lady Chase," was Aramel's reply as she appeared from out of the dark shadows. The Elf maiden had been staying with Lady Chase. The light iluminated the Elf maiden's face as she walked ahead.

"I still don't feel good about letting her come," Lady Chase said. "It is a long journey to Gondor."

"I know the way," Lady Aramel said. "I could help you. Would you let me come along?"

"I'm not sure I want more people than I already have," Lady Chase replied.

"You forget I was raised as a warrior. I would be willing to risk my immortality if it means protecting you and Anna..."

"You don't have to do that, Aramel. We..."

"I insist," Aramel cut her off. "I'm a good navigator, and I'm skilled with a bow and sword. You need me along."

"Well," Lady Chase thought. "Alright. But don't tell my parents..."

"I won't," Aramel smiled. "I'll go prepare the horses for tomorrow."
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Am I doing this right? It's my first time RPing....

(your doing fine and I`ll just go with the flow...)

Name: Borum Bronzefist

Race: Dwarf

Age: 134

Height: 5`10

Weight: 156 lbs

Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Appreance: Muscular and sturdy body, a long beard(of course!)which is seperated in to two heads and they are ponytailed.

Clothes: A leather belt, brown pants, boots and a sleeves shirt, finally a dark green cloak, which has a hood.
Gear: A two handed battle hammer and a light crossbow with a arrows in a bag on his belt, a light chain mail, throwing knives on his belt, iron bracers on his wrists and helmet like gimli only with less decoration.

Personality: A positive character who is always cheering others up unless something bad has happened to him, but in the end the same cheerful self, very serious when it comes to trade and money also loves to wander around. Also very persuading when needed knowing how to deal in politics and foreing people. He loves gold and diamonds like any dwarf...

Skills: Very good tradesman and a good politician, skilled in using his crossbow and huge war hammer, also slight knowledge on commanding small troops on to a battle. As all dwarwes good cratman, but not really his favourite things to do. Known huntsman in his family and often goes hunting with his relatives.

History: Born in the kingdom of erebor to an very powerful, rich and influenced family. Borum was always out to watch his family`s rights and honour. He lead some attacks against orcs and easterling, that threatened the dwarwen lands of Erebor. He became a favourite of his father quickly and gained a nice fortune with his own personal business. Now he can lay back and let the other side of his character come out, but still remaining loyal to his family.

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A sturdy middle aged dwarf rode on his pony away into a woods where he jumped off his ride and tied it to a tree that was enough to keep it there. He drew out his crossbow as he began to look for food, a rabbit didn`t have that much meat on them, but a deer would do fine.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Borum got ready to shoot, but hid behind a tree when he heard hoofbeats and laughter on the trail ahead.

"I can't wait to get to Gondor!" Cried Anna.

"fangorn forest worries me, though," Came Lady Chase's reply.

"Don't worry," Aramel said. "I'm an archer, remember? Deadly aim..."

Borum popped out from behind the tree, causing Anna's pony to go wild and run off.
"ANNA!" Lady Chase cried. She took off after Anna.

Aramel readied her bow. "What is a Dwarf doing in Fangorn Forest?"

"I would ask you the same question," Borum said.

(let me guide you and this is no offense, but you may use others characters characters in a phase where they travel or so, but don`t speak with them because you can`t really think in the same way or the same thoughts as every rper with their chars... but I´ll go on from this.)

Borum looked around, he didn`t realise it was fangorn he had stepped in.

"Ehem... I must apoligize for my sudden actions, but I was looking for a deer or something to eat you see... and I did not plan to come into fangorn forest.. darn maps!"

Borum cursed to himself.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Well," Aramel began. "I could take you to Gondor with my friends. I'm sure they'd be grateful to have you."

"gondor eh? well... there are some fine buildings made by men, but they have surely taken the dwarwes example and I haven`t been to Minas Tirith in a long time... if that is where your friends are?"

Borum said suspiciously because he wasn`t the most trustable kind and he alwways watched for backstabbings.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Chase finally caught up with Anna and managed to settle her horse down...




Sorry I got confused for a bit the next post will be better...

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"I am friends with Faramir, son of Denethor," Aramel said. "Yes. Anna and Lady Chase are accompanying me to Gondor. If you do not trust me, then you can stay here and starve, but I do not like to trick people. I am a fair, and honest Elf. So, do you wish to come?"

Borum placed his bow in his back.

"Sure... lead the way..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Come along," Aramel said. The three others followed her. "It is a long way to Gondor, and all we have to eat is Lembas Bread. We'll have to make good speed to get there in time."

"What`s the rush? Warqs are quiet these days and bandits rare..."

Borum said as he got on his pony and rode along them.

"besides what comes to food I have some bread and ale..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Ale?" Aramel questioned. "Elves take no pleasure in Ale."
Something in the shadows groaned. Aramel halted her horse. "Did you hear that???"

"hear what?"

Borum roared as he yawned.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

'You don't think I would let a child drink ale do you?
'Anna sit still, you'll spook the horse.' She said, not hearing the noise at all.

'Yes, Lady Chase. When are we going to get there? When is our next break? Do you think we'll run into danger?'

'Slow down Anna...' Chase hid her worry about this last questions with a light gigle. She was no expert swordswomen but she carried the large tool non-theless...

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"SHH!" Aramel commanded. A slight rustling noise. "There it is again!"