[[yep, Aramel grabbed our scruffy ranger... but welcome aboard Will!]]

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The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

((I'd like to join in, too, if you'd have me. I'll take an OC for now, and if you need more than that I'll take somebody else on. I'll have the bio up later today.))

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(Hey, can I play one of Legolas's sisters and an OC character? This looks really fun.)

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Of course Goldy!!! and welcome aboard Nerissa, can't wait to see your characters... Jax love your people <333

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Thnx. Glad it's acceptable. I suppose i will wait until everyone get's their character's up to do much posting, so as not to get to far ahead of those who have not started.

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(Thank you, Pandora! Here's one of Legolas's sisters and my OC character - Nerissa and I are plotting a mysterious connection between Ellethwen and her OC character *chuckles... mysteriously* )

Name: Mirima Greenleaf
Gender: Female
Race: Mirkwood Elf
Status: One of Legolas's four sisters, a daughter of Thranduil
Appearance: Long, wheat-gold hair, usually braided round the back of her head. Bright blue eyes, pale skin, tall of stature, slim.
Personality: Cheerful, lively.
Weapons: Mirkwood longbow and sword, wrought with gold and green Elven leaves round the hilt.

Name: Ellethwen
Gender: Female
Age: 1,000
Race: Lothlorien Elf
Appearance: Long, midnight black hair, shockingly pale skin, very dark blue eyes that could be mistaken for black. Usually clad in dark colours. Has a surreal, fragile beauty.
Personality: Quiet, observant. Seldom speaks, but is by no means simple.
Weapon: Longbow made of dark wood.
History: The only daughter of two elves of Lothlorien. Has been over-treasured by her parents. She is a traveller by nature and likes to see the world outside her home.

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Name: Lalaith

Gender: Female

Race: One of the Northmen of Rhovanion

Age: 22

Hair: Blond and kind of curly

Eyes: Hazel

Appearance: http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/williemijnie/image005.jpg
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Clothing: Simple dark blue dress, black cloak

Personality: Lalaith has always been a kind-hearted girl with an opinion of her own. She says what she thinks and needs people around her. Solitude makes her lonely and insecure.

Weapons: The sword from her father, yet she has no idea how to use it.

History: Lalaith lived with her family in one of the setlements of the People of Rhovanion on the East borders of the Mirkwood. It were still quiet and peaceful times where the Northmen of Rhovanion were allies with the Gondorians and feared no evil. But then the Great Plague, created by Sauron, also reached the borders of the Mirkwood and many Northmen died since they had no skills with herbs and medicine. Lalaith cared for her family as the disease also hit their village but with no avail. Her little brother was first infected and thus it spread through her family. Yet for some reason Lalaith was spared. After her family passed away she ran away from the dying village.


[Oki-dokey, well here's a new OC of mine. I'm not sure how to get her in. She might meet some woodelves on her way? ]

Lalaith pulled the reins of her horse making him slow down and eventually halt. She'd not yet named him, in the rush of leaving she'd just picked a horse and until now she'd not thought of naming her companion.
Silently she listened to all the sounds of the woods; the squeak of a bird or the rustling of leaves, everything which disrupted the silence made her nervous. The world she knew was on the outside of the woods yet she'd never entered them before, especially in these times.
Lalaith cast a look around her but decided to continue her journey when she spotted nothing out of the ordinary.
This was the way how she slowly made her way through the Mirkwood; almost as if chased: once in a while she would slow down, listen to the sound of the forest and then, relieved, urging her horse in a slow trot.
Many days she'd travelled through the woods now yet she had not seen any living soul. It worried her. She was aware that there was not much left of her food stash. She needed to find help quick, from anyone..

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Zekiera Vaiez listened carefully to the sound of thundering hooves. finally they slowed and he dropped from the trees infront of the woman. She seemed firghtened, distrot.

"The forest says you need a guide," Zekeira said in a rough voice, still crouching with one hand on the ground, his purple eyes looking up at the woman.

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Lalaith heart jumped in her chest when suddenly a figure dropped from a tree in front of her. As she tried to soothe her panicking horse she couldn't help but stare at the man. She'd never met anyone who looked like him. His eyes seemed purple which scared her, his hair was as dark as the night and he jumped from a tree.
Quickly she grabbed her father's long sword from the sadlebag and unsheated it. Yet Lalaith, not quite familiar with swords, did not realise how heavy it was and the weapon dropped on the ground. Glancing for a moment at the man and then at the sword, she dismounted, while her cheeks colored red. She was about to pick up the sword when she realised that the man had spoken. "The forest says what?" she replied to his odd remark. With big eyes she looked at him now pointing the sword at him.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

((Thanks Pandora and Aramel! Here's el bio! ^_^))

Name: Taurvantian
Gender: Male
Age: 1,385
Race: Mirkwood Elf
Appearance: Very tall (about 6'10"), and blonde-haired, with his hair pulled back on top but left long in the back. He is fair-skinned, and has glistening dark brown eyes. He is normally clad in green and brown tones, similar to the other Elves of Mirkwood.
Personality: Generally he is somewhat outspoken, and he loves a good fight. He is always seeking some sort of adventure, and loves the dangers that lurk in the deepest shadows of the forest.
Weapons: His most prized possession is his sword, which is long and curved. The hilt is inlaid with delicate, intertwining bands of mithril. He also carries a bow and arrows.
History: He is the second of the three children of two Elves of Mirkwood. From his childhood, he was very inquisitive, always looking for adventure and fun along with his elder brother. As he and his brother grew up, their ways slowly parted although they remained close. Taurvantian now normally goes on his adventuresome trips by himself, or with a friend. The forest is his love, and he has always longed to discover all that he can about it. He has no desire to marry or settle down, and is determined to gain a good reputation as a warrior amongst the elves.

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Mirima watched fondly as her younger brother, Legolas, fired arrows at the targets. She kept her keen blue gaze on the way he handled the bow, and the swiftness of his movements. She loved watching his target practise. She knew that her brother was a perfectionist archer, and wanted to get everything absolutely right. She refrained from commenting, not wanting to distract him.

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Ellethwen wandered through the woods of Mirkwood, looking absent-minded, with a far-off look in her dark blue eyes. She was clad entirely in dark blue, with her longbow hooped over her shoulder, and a quiver strapped to her back. She seldom resorted to using her bow; it was not in her nature. She preferred travelling in peace, without any disturbance.
She loved getting away from her home in Lothlorien, beautiful though it was; her parents sometimes suffocated her. She was their only child, and they treated her like a jewel, not be to scratched.
She hummed slightly as she went along, her footsteps swift and light on the forest floor. She loved singing, and sometimes she would sing without even thinking, it came so naturally to her. But she did not want to alert anyone; she had heard of mischief going on in Mirkwood, and was content with humming only.

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Sylied walked out into the clearing where Legolas was practicing. He glanced over at Mirima and stopped a little ays back.



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Zekiera stood up and inclined his head in a slight bow. "I can lead you to the elves of mirkwood if you like. You will be safe there."

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Somewhere deep in the shadows of Mirkwood forest, a lone Elf wandered through the trees. His head was held high, and his dark eyes gleamed. A hand rested on the shining hilt of his sword through long habit. Despite the darkness of the shadows and the general feel that something could go wrong at any moment, a smile gently tugged at the corners of his shapely mouth. The golden hair that graced his head was pulled back on the top, with an intricately woven braid down the back; the rest of his hair remained untouched by any form of breeze, as this part of the forest seemed unusually still. Closer examination revealed that the Elf was very tall - tall even for an Elf. He seemed to radiate an aura of adventure and defiance.

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Mirima glanced at Sylied as he walked into the clearing. She raised a golden eyebrow and smiled at her other brother. She then turned her attention back to Legolas and his target work.

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Ellethwen stopped suddenly. Footsteps. Her hearing was sharp, and she knew someone was coming near. She darted behind a tree and peered round as she footsteps grew louder. She gave a sigh of relief as she noted that it was only a Mirkwood elf, with golden hair and a proud look about him.
She stepped out from behind the tree, having no reason to fear him now. Her expression revealed nothing; two dark eyes rested on the elf.

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The Elf's paced slowed almost imperceptibly. Dead leaves on the ground are crinkling... is it merely another animal, or some other forest wanderer? Suddenly a dark she-elf came into sight immediately ahead. There was no trace of fear on her face, and she appeared to be alone. He came to a swift halt several paces from her. "Who be you, and what is your business here in these parts?" he queried.

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