Ok, i am travelling with all speed to The Grey Havens, but i am intercepted by orcs and being tortured slowly until i give up the locationg of Rivendell.


-----Name: Dernhelm Goldstar
Gender: Male
Race: Numenorean, Dunedain
Appearance: Tall, Rugged, Brown eyes, Long Brown scraggly hair, Lots of stubble, good Looking for a man.
Age: 88
History: Raised everywhere, predominately with elves. Excellent swordsman, few have, or can defeat him, and has deadly aim with his bow.
Personality: Easy going, funny, highly intelligent but has a dark history.
Weapons: A Numenorean 2 handed broadsword, Elvish Longbow from Lothlorien, and one hunting knife, used for throwing and food.
Armor: Hard durable leather, greaves, vambraces and shoulder plates, all of folded steel emblazoned with the White Tree of Gondor. Under his Leather Jerkin, there is a chain mail suit of Mithril. In Massive Battles, He puts on Gondorian Plate armor and his mithril Chainmail.




"Oi, you, the fat orc, hows bout some water...and if you give me a knife, I can make you Skinnier!" The orc slowly sat up and and whipped Dernhelm raw...oh how he loved making orcs angry!

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Question: Rivendell's easy to find, why don't they just go to it?

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(They are stupid orcs...just work with me here.)

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(i will! so in...)

Name-Turwaithiel Lhûgdagnir
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
Cousin-Rhavaniel
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 same 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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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(Ok...Im still being beaten by the orcs...lol)

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(just an question...what's the point?)

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(Save me and then we will figure out a point...lol)

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(sweet...okay...)

Turwaithiel, her long black cloak covering her regular appearance, stood tall and tried to make her voice sound soft and deep in mystry as she approached the group of orcs. "You foolssss. You torture an man to find the hideout of Rivendell!" She said, pretending to be an Nazgul. And by the looks of the faces of the orcs, it was working. "We are sorry, Nazgul! We will not disappoint you again!" Turwaithiel turned away, pretending to do so in disgust but really just hiding an laugh. She turned back swiftly and said, "Rivendell, you foolsssss, isssss that away!" She raised her cloak hidden arm and pointed towards Mordor, the complete oppisite way. "GO! I will kill the mortal, GO!" She commaned harshly.

(now you decide if they go or stay...)

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

The orcs left, apparently scared while Dernhelm was laid on a cot. "Coward"He said as he spit upon the seemingly NAzgul

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Name: Meleth Elenwen (Beloved Star Maiden)
Gender: Female.
Age: Not known exactly.
Race: Elven
Appearance: Tall, like most elves, with long straight silver hair. Black eyes. Not unusually pretty for an elf, just normal.
History: Meleth's family died in an orc raid when she was small. She carries the grief of their loss with her still and the pain of it has driven her away from her home. She wanders mostly, never having found anywhere to call much of a home.
Personality: Can be snappish. Always secretive, never very friendly to anyone she doesn't know. She cares intensely about the few people she loves.
Weapons: Bow and arrows predominantly. She also carries a few small, hidden daggers for emergencies.

A female elf smoothly dropped to the ground, catlike, from a tree. "Your powers of obervation could use improvement, human," she said smoothly. "That's no Nazgul."

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Turwaithiel grabbed his neck and whispered, "They may be cowards, but you are an fool, mortal." She said, removing her cloak to reveal her Elven form. She was wearing an pair of brown riding breeches, an white undershirt with an Dragonscale Ringmail shirt on top of it. She had her long Rivendell bow and arrows strapped across her back, along with two long curved swords. She also carried two daggers which where not visable at the moment. her long black hair laid flat against her back as she took out one of her daggers and started cutting his bonds.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"Oh, meleth how lovely to see you. I thought Rivendell would never send anyone...do me a favor and shoot the midgety orc behind you." He said pointingto a short orc with his eyes wide staring at the elf."I spat upon the "Nazgul" so the orc would think he was safe...that orc made me eat dirt...shoot out his eyes please."

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[Is it okay if Meleth knows Turwaithiel?]

The other elf straightened up. "Like I said. Your powers of observation are of middling strength. Well done, Turwaithiel."

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[yeah...sweet]

Turwaithiel stood and smiled. "Hannon le, Meleth." Turwaithiel saw the orc he was talkign about and simply slit it's throat. When Dernhelm was about to complain about her not cutting out it's eyes, she turned to him and said, "I don't kill for pleasure, nor revenge...usually. Meleth, this friend of yours...whom is he?"

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"So...you gonna untie me, or are you gonna roast me on a fire while i hang?" Said Dernhelm, chuckling, he always like to give Meleth a hard time

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Meleth rolled her eyes. "Why. Why, oh why." She looked at Turwaithiel. "Frankly, Dernhelm's not my friend, but he seems to enjoy life-threatening situations that I have to help get him out of."

[Turwaithiel untied you already.]

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