This is after the War of the Ring. After Elrond and Galadriel sail to Vailnor. Tindomerel is returning to Imladris after a twenty years in Gondor. She ditched her escourts back in Rohan and is in Rivendell, alone...or so she thinks...

Here's my profile (Useing Tindomerel):
http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... php?t=4566

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Tindomerel looked around, dismounting from Lebethron, her proud black stallion, standing by Nimloth, her white wolf friend. She looked at Nimloth, then Lebethron. The vines had started growing, with no one to take care of them, to keep them under control. She brushed aside the vines. "I can't believe this," said Tindomerel, mostly to herself, brushing her ebony hair behind her ears, which rippled down freely, "I can't believe how much it's changed! If I didn't know this was home...I would have never known this was Imladris..."

Tindomerel walked through the halls. She reached her old room, that over looked the waterfall the was rushing downward, the only other sound that Tindomerel. Nimloth walked at her side and Lebetyron was outside. She knelt down on the floor and lifted a floor board. Under it, was her old diary. She flipped through the dusty, yellowing pages. She sat down on her bed, taking off her mottled hunter green and grey cloak. She was wearing a noble woman's dress, made from hunter green velvet. She had a gold, vine and leaf covered crownet on her head. She wore a pair of black leather boots on her feet.

Tindomerel read her diary, Nimloth curled up at her feet. She didn't notice a figure in the door way.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

oh i will join

Deawen
human,26 years oldand very energitic
she has long copper hair bright blue eyes and is leader of the Dragon Tears wears alot of black and dark colors.
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Deawen stood in the doorway of a room her dog Arenel by her side and the two ferrets in her arms. she watched

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((Sure!))

Tindomerel slipped her diary in her bag. Her heard Nimloth get up with her, only the wolf was looking at the doorway. Nimloth's white fur stood up on the back of her neck, as she started growling.
Tindomerel took a minute to put her diary in her bag, then pulled out her sword in a flash, the blade shining.
She faced the stranger, holding her sword, Narmacil, in her left hand, right to fight. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" demanded Tindomerel, Nimloth still growling, ready to attack.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

((I'll join here is my character NJ (Nethwen Jewl) profile: http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4749))

Nethwen Jewl dismounted, she was at Imladris, which was her Mother's home. Nethwen hoped her mother was still there, but she doubted it. She walked to where her mother's home was, just outside of the gates, no one was there. She sat on a bed and cried.

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-It sounds beautiful. I'll join, if there are no objections. Here's the profile on her. http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... 756#189756 -

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I'll join as Lithoniel!!
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Lithoniel slowly wandered the woods that surrounded Rivendell, she had been the only soul living there for quite some time. Arthion had left to help King Elessar in Gondor, Lithoniel smiled to herself when she thought of how he had so eagerly left, she knew he thought only of Annerueth, the King's daughter. The others had either gone to Gondor with Arthion or left these shores forever. Picking a flower she let it gently brush across her cheek as she made her way back to the buildings. Once full of life, now deserted. It pained her to think of those who had left and those who weren't going to leave with her. Arwen came first to her mind, her aunt had given up her mortality for the love of the King of Gondor, and now, she sighed, she feared Arthion would give up his for Annerueth. She let the flower fall to the ground as she came into one of the courtyards, a horse was tethered there. That's odd. she thought as she went inside and heard voices. "Who goes there!" she called, her voice echoing in the empty halls.

"thats my buissness" SHe said cooly her black Dog Arenel's fur stood up as she saw the wolf. "Deawen touched her dog "calm Arenel" the dog sat down

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((You can all join! You don't even have to ask, just start posting, after you put in a bio!))

Tindomerel still held her sword up, her amber eyes flashing. "I will make it my buissness," said Tindomerel, firecely, "For this is my past home."
She first heard the sound of soft crying, from somewhere in another room, but the soft crying was masked by the sound of a voice.

"Who goes there!"

Nimloth started foreward at the dog, slowly taking a step. "Stay, Nimloth," snapped Tindomerel, "I will give you one chance, mortal," spat the elf, glaring firecely, "Tell me, or I will be forced to hurt you."

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The Ever So Confused One

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"mortal i maybe still doesn't mean i answer to you" Deawen said standing firm

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Well, then," said Tindomerel, taking a bit of a softer tone, "Who are you then? And why are you in the North?"
Tindomerel was broiling. She wanted to chop this woman into little pieces. Her father always had said she had a very bad temper, which was unlike most elves.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Deawen blue eyes glanced over to her dog
" my name is Lady Deawen and this is Arenel my loyal companion...my buisness is mine to keep" Deawn said patting her dog's head

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"I am Lady Tindomerel Narninore," said Tindomerel, lowering her sword, but still gripping onto it tightly, "And this is Nimloth. Forgive if I seemed rude, Lady Deawen. It has been a long time since I was home. I have been in Gondor for the past twenty years and I have missed my father's dwellings so..."

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Deawen sighed and turned and walked down he hallway he dog trot next to her

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Lithoniel ran towards the sound of the voices. She rounded the corner and saw Deawen there, walking down the hall. "Deawen, my old friend, what brings you to Rivendell?"

"my travels!" Deawen said

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"I am glad to see you. Really I am glad to see anybody. I'm all alone here." She said her smile fading as she spoke.