By Aramel Elyanwe, Pandora, and ~Goldleaf~THIS ROLEPLAY IS INVITATION ONLY.Characters Elves: King Thranduil -- played by Aramel Elyanwe
Legolas -- played by Pandora
Aramel Elyanwe -- played by Aramel Elyanwe
Talathion -- played by Aramel Elyanwe
Lainathiel -- played by ~Goldleaf~
Saeros -- played by Pandora
Ryninial -- played by Pandora
Half-Elves:Elthalion -- played by Pandora
Dwarves: Barildum -- played by Aramel Elyanwe
Kilain -- played by Aramel Elyanwe
Men: Harafan -- played by Aramel Elyanwe
Goldleaf -- played by ~Goldleaf~
Eradan -- played by Pandora
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In Mirkwood, spring was at its peak. In King Thranduil’s court, the flora and fauna were thriving and the Elves were rejoicing. A celebration was in order, and now a festival was being held in the clearing of the forest.
The Elf King sat at a lengthy wooden table piled with all sorts of Elvish delights. There were various meats and cakes of all colors and designs; plenty to go around thrice over. But the food - as delicious and well-prepared as it was - was the farthest thing from Thranduil’s mind. He was caught up in watching the festivities: dancing, singing, storytelling, drinking, and all forms of merrymaking that were taking place. Elves of all realms had been invited, and so inhabitants of Rivendell and Lothlorien were present as well.
He watched, a smile upon his ageless face, as his son, Legolas, announced the start of the archery competition. There were to be several rounds - each increasingly more challenging - until one finalist remained. That Elf, male or female, would earn a special place in Thranduil’s Royal Guard - one of the very highest honors that could be bestowed.
From the crowd, potential competitors came forth. One of them was Aramel Elyanwe of Imladris, and behind her, her elder brother Talathion with words of encouragement.
“You will do well,
gwathel. I am sure of it.” He braced a hand upon her shoulder and offered a smile.
“I can only hope,” she replied, voice barely above a whisper. Under the scrutiny of the King and his son, it was enough to make the best archer falter. And Aramel was far from the best, yet nowhere near the worst. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves while holding her bow tightly and waiting for the event to begin.
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Not too far away, a group of warriors was under attack. A goblin ambush had caught them off guard and they were quickly finding themselves outnumbered. Harafan of Gondor gritted his teeth and blocked an attack with his thick shield, but could not prevent the strike that came from behind and fell to the ground. He turned and looked up, watching as the goblin that knocked him down was killed by one of the party’s Dwarves. Barildum helped Harafan to his feet, despite the fact that the Gondorian was much taller than he.
“Thank you, my friend,” Harafan bowed his helmeted head out of respect.
“Do not thank me yet,” grumbled the Dwarf, raising his axe as the goblins increased their attack.
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[[Translation - gwathel = sister. And any Elves will be in Mirkwood at the festival, while the other characters will be on the border of Mirkwood, being attacked. Have fun guys.
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