"I always wanted an older brother," said Ilythiiri softly. "But I never had any siblings at all." She cast a nervous glance at the door through which the old woman had exited through, but said nothing.

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(is it too late to join?)

Name-Turwaithiel
Translation- Victorious among the Elves, Warrior
Race: Woodlen Elf
Birth Year-SA 1492
Hair-Dark brown
Eyes-Silver
Face-resembles her father...an stern yet cheerful face
Lineage- Mother- Ithilwen (deceased)
Father- Tegalad
Siblings-Veryangóle
Married?-No
Children?-No
Weapons- Rivendell Bow with Mirkwood Arrows, Lothlorien Wrist Dagger, Archer's Bane Sword, An necklace that shine when darkness reigns
Animals: An White Mare named Tathar
Basic clothing: She almost always wears an battle-like clothes; an pair of light brown breeches, an white undershirt with an light dragonscale silver vest on top.
History- Turwaithiel was born and raised in the Mirkwood Forest. Her mother died giving birth to her and her brother, Veryangóle, whom are the smae age. Her father then left them in the care of an old Dunedain Ranger as he left and went to the Valnior. Turwaithiel has been raised as an Knight Archer of the Forest and Protecter of the Leaf. She is repected highly for becoming whom she is now. Her brother is in Rohan now helping the king.

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Nah, hop right in^^
Perhaps you would like to come through one of the door or something;)
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"You have me know young-one."

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An Elf walked in, wearing an dark blue cloak with an hood up over her dark brown hair. She was tall for her age and she wore small, light green shoes, the only thing you could see beside her cloak.

(i not quiet sure what's happening, so i'll enter in the weird way. hehe)

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The elf glanced up, suprise apparent in the cold emerald depths that were her eyes. "Cousin, I had no knowlege that the King purchased another for his service. Mayhap there were more of us that were taken?" she spoke softly, eyes darting to the thin doors. Her soft red lips stayed parted as she reguarded the young elf slightly suprised.
She smoothed the fabric over her lithe legs and assumed a regal facial composure, hiding her feelings as her father had taught her.

[Turwaithiel, Rhans from Mirkwood as well... She's the daughter of the chief advisor, and married to one of the royal children. You can take 'cousin' as a term or as the fact that they are related ^^ Your choice ]
[Bio update!]

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(you where taking to me, right?)

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Turwaithiel turns toward the Elf.
"Hullo." She bows lowly, noticing royality in the Elf's appearance. She took down her hood, revealing her silver eyes and dark brown hair.
"No, milady, I have been in the service of Middle-Earth for longer than I can remember. I am known as the Arhcer of Middle-Earth, or Protector of the Leaf. I am from Mirkwood and I go where I please unless called to battle by mortal or Elf. My name is Turwaithiel." Turwaithiel smield slightly before takign of her cloak and hanging it up. she wore an pair of brown breeches and an white undershirt. She wore an Arhcer's Vest on top of it. She had her Bow and quiver of arrows with her, upon her back, and her sword was hanging from her side. Her wrist dagger was not visable.

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She smiled slowly "If you are, who you say you, cousin, I am suprised you do not reconise me. Perhaps you left Mirkwood to long ago? If you are one of my archers, I would bid you to travell back and tell the king what is afoot in Gondor, lest you feel my boot in your behind."
Rhavaniel laughed, remembering her first days as Marchwarden. It had been she, not her men/women, that had been booted in the behind- it had hurt her greatly, as, as HeadArcher, her men had gladly obeyed. But she had grown on the soldiours, her arrogant manner rubbing off on them, and friendship growing like a thick weed amoungst the once so cold men.

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Turwaithiel smiled.
"I am whom I say I am, and yes, I have been in Rohan, with my brother, Veryangóle. You should know him. And why would I leave Milady's side to let her fall into danger? Why do you think I left Rohan, Lady Rhavaniel?" Turwaithiel stood, looking around. Her hair was laying against her face, covering a couple scars and cuts from recent small attacks in Rohan, which all came to victory on the Light side.

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Miriel looked suprised at the Elf which entered so abruptly. Her head made a slight bow. "Turwaithiel..." she repeated slowly. Miriel gazed at the Elf who appeared to be so familiar. "Excuse me, have we met before?" she asked curious. "I've never seen you here before yet maybe we met longer ago..?"

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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.

She chuckled "Titles mean nothing here," her eyes filled with sadness again "Here... The white city has fallen into darkness. To be traded for a plot of land Turwaithiel , even if I were not of high-birth, and though i do not value my titles, I find this an insult to our kind."

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Turwaithiel nodded in agreement at Lady Rhavaniel's remark then turned to Miriel.
"Hullo..." She looked at Miriel quickly. "Yes, you do seem filmilar...but I'm not sure..." Turwaithiel shook her head.

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Miriel felt the warmth between the two Elves and her face saddened. "My name is Miriel, I came from the North... a long time ago, yet I also wondered in the lands of the Horselords."

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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.

Turwaithiel looked into her eyes.
"It's an pleasure to meet you, Miriel. You may know my brother,Veryangóle? He has stayed in the land of the Horselord's for many years serving the king. Maybe that's why I look so filimar...we are almost twins." She smiled, though she could feel saddeness in Miriel's heart.

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Ilythiiri said nothing for a while, just looked on, and then said timidly, "I would suggest that you make yourself scarce...I do not think it will be taken kindly that you stand talking to -" here she swallowed and said "- slaves." She shrugged a little and continued. "I do not think the realm of Gondor is now very friendly to the Elves."

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Miriel nodded. "Ilythiiri, is right." she said quietly. "I don't want you to get in any sort of trouble. But you'll be caught talking to us- or being nice..." She didn't finish her sentence for it was clear what she meant.
She looked hasty around. "I think that they will get us any moment, for it's almost dinner time. The slaves serve the King and his guests during dinner." Her face became pale at the thought of serving this King she feared and despised.

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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.