Name: Tabious
Age: Unknown
Race: Elf
Appearance: A hardened face, cold blue eyes, Black hair, long.
Personality: A real loner. Finds it hard to communicate his feelings to others and is in it for himself. Cares little for others.
History: According to history books he died at the great battle at Mordor where Sauron was killed. He reapeared around 500 years afterwards with no idea who he was and where he came from. He seemed to vanish then reapear in Lorien without explanation. Since then he has roamed the lands searching for a reason why he apparently died and was reborn.


(Hope you don't mind me joing in?)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(^^ Go ahead and join in....)

Silent, Maihele crept forward towards the edge of the camp, her step and motions soundless as she slipped behind the elf and clapped a black-gloved hand over her mouth, pulling her back roughly away from the camp and the dozing master. "Be silent..." She hissed in the elf's ear. "Harm shall not come to you by my hand..." With a somewhat deft roughness, she pulled the elf farther away, moving onwards down an overgrown path. In the darkness, her figure much resembled that of a wraith, draped in her black garb.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Rhavaniel flinched, but let herself be dragged away without any protest. She was past caring now. Even as the gloved hand started to cut off her air supply she didnt do anything. Her body felt so heavy and she wondered if this was it, if her newest captor intended her death. But she welcomed the numbing feeling in her boyd as her minded started to cloud. To her, death seemed the only way out.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Maihele, realizing she was nearly suffocating the elf, removed her hand then turned the younger elf around, sitting her down. "What is your name...?" Her eyes scrutinized her appearance with a lack of emotion.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Rhavaniel..."the elf said worridly, rubbing her broken rib in the hope that the pain might take away the fact that she almost succeded in leaving Arda for the Halls of Mandos.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"Hmmm.... Rhavaniel...." Maihele's eyes regarded the elf for a moment, as though the dark gaze beheld a vision of the elf's very soul and thoughts. Finally she relinquished the steady stare, observing instead Rhavaniel's bruised appearence. "And where was it that the mortal found you and on what grounds did he claim you?" She questioned quietly, sitting down with numb elegance, one knee drawn up, her arm resting over it in a somewhat lazy manner.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"I dont remember." the elf said, averting her gaze and tucking a stray strand of shining black hair behind her pointed ear.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"I think you do remember," Maihele commented dryly then gave a nonchalant wave of her hand, dismissing the subject. "Ai, pay it no mind...." She narrowed her eyes, focusing towards the forest. When she was sure nothing had yet followed, she pulled from beneath her cloak the split bow, handing it over to the elf. "Hold onto it, perhaps I can assist you in fitting you with a new one in the likeness of that...." she murmured, her tone nearly sympathetic but her expression remaining emotionless.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Her eyes widened in boudless gratitude as she took the bow "Thank you mylady!" she cried out quietly, eyes filling with happy tears which she dismissed quickly and stared at her in wonder. Her smile faded "You would assist me to mend it? What do you mean...? You...?"

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"I mean I take responsibility for things, Rhavaniel," Maihele replied matter of factly, her expression unchanged. "Now.... if you can, you may follow me and I will see if I can find somewhere where you can remain hidden until you recover..." Not awaiting an answer, Maihele slipped into the shadows, barely seen, though the gleam from one ungloved hand revealed her location.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"No! Wait... You dont understand... I cant leave."the elf sat still, knuckles whitening from the grip on her bow. She stared at the ungloved hand "I cant leave..."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Maihele's pale hand clenched for a moment before she turned and strode again towards the elf. Crouching down deftly before Rhavaniel, she raised a delicated brow. "And why not?"

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

The elf looked at her hands "He always threatened to kill me if I ever dared to run away... I know he will come after me..."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"You're not running away," Maihele spoke in a near hiss of impatience "I'm kidnapping you, now come on so we make more ground.... I'll feign a randsom if I must make it more believable..." No emotion showed in the dark-elf's face as she spoke the words in a low tone. The numb expression would cause one to believe she truly had meant to gain from taking this elf, but only deep within her did the truth lie, all emotion hidden beneath an ivory mask of deathlike fairness.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(alright time to interrupt this little Mai and Rhav thing with me!) <br>
Eomira reached the lake, and sat near the edge of it. She pulled out a small knife and played with it. <br>

(yesh I know short...but I had to do something)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Renald had taken out his pipe and blew some smoke out, he got up and looked around as he heard some sounds. Then he saw a figure sitting by the lake and he drew his sword as he disappeared to the shadows, he sneaked closer to the figure and then put his sword back as he was behind a tree. He leaned on the tree burning his pipe as he looked at the figure whom seemed to be a human.

"Lonely?"

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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!