(Ok, this is a free for all. Good guys, bad guys, all are welcome. Especially a bad guy or two, always makes a story a little more interesting. Adastrea is an elf maiden, her history will be revealed as we go on. If you want to know what she looks like, then just look at my avatar)

She walked away. Away from the bright hot flames that were burning her home. Home. The first place she had to give such a name. The first place she had stayed for more than a couple of years. Her mind filled with thoughts, thoughts of the one who had done this to her. It was him who she wanted to seek revenge on. The one who had done this to her would pay. He had stalked her for years, stalked her family. He had pushed her to her limit. Her parents were dead because of him and those who work for him. Her sister was tortured and killed before her eyes and now the only place she had ever called home was gone. Lighting up the sky in Lothlorien ad others hastily fought to calm the leaping flames that threatened to spread.

She had to get away, away from Lothlorien, away from those she loved and cared about. She walked out past the borders, looking at the vast open lands before her. She took a deep breath and walked away, away from the pain and the memories. Away from the life she used to know. She was a loner from now on. She travelled for days away from her home. Everyone who knew her secret was dead, all but him and he would follow her until she is killed.

Night four of her lonely wandering life. It was cold and raining. Clouds covered moon and stars, giving off no light making the night even more fearful and depressing. She looked for a shelter of some kind, some place to sleep other than outside, but could find none. She found a very small clearing and laid down. She had no cloak to give her any warmth. Her red dress was now soaking wet, sending chills and shivers through her. She dozed off after hours of listening to the sounds of the night, hoping that none were of her enemy or even friend.

(heh... here comes one bad guy )

Name: Neracelc

Age: Unknown

Appearance: Bald head, many tattooes covering his body, scared body and brown eyes...

Family: None

Weapons: A scimitar

Animals: his black horse

Clothing: Black boots, a brown leather belt, a brown pants and a brown robe, which hides his chainmail armour. black gloves...

History:

Very mysterious man who served the dark lord as a spy and assasin among the people of gondor, after the war he left and disappearred to resurface in Minas Tirith, but unluckily he got into a fight and was going to be thrown to jail, if he hadn`t escaped it. He is now running without a destination and will do anything just to live, but now he has found a new master to serve and has been sent after a certain person...

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Quiet wind blew on the hills near Lothorien as the rain drops fell and a dark figure made it`s way to the hill searching the area for something with his eyes all the time. The man gripped his sword as he saw a small fire. the rain drummed his robe, which only got it tighter and un-comfortable.

He was told that he could find the victim here, but he couldn`t be that lucky that he would find here that instant, but for now he could at least check that fire

He rallied his horse to move and it galloped down the hill in to the woods, as he made his way towards the clearing he drew his scimitar with a cold smile on his face. He appeared to the clearing and saw a figure there, he looked at the person with a smile on his face as he pointed the figure laying with his scimitar.

"Don`t even breathe..."

He jumped down off the horse and took a step towards the figure with a cold smile and his scimitar tightly in his hand.

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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!

Adastrea woke up to a deep voice disturbing her dreams, her heart sank. She opened her bright blue eyes and looked up at an unfamiliar man pointing a scimitar. Her heart sank, she crawled backwards a little, her fingures searching the ground for her sword. Where was it? She looked up at the man. "You kill me, he will kill you" She said quickly. Her stalker must not have told his assassin who she was. She was relieved at that.

"Balor never told you all of it?" She was trying to buy time, trying to figure out how to get herself out of this. She had done so numerous times before, she could do it again. "He paid a small price for your services" She muttered, hoping to fluster him or get him interested, just something to keep her alive. He was a killer, she could tell just by looking at him, but she knew Balor wanted her alive.

He suddenly stopped because of the shock that this was his target, the mention of Balor got him to shiver slightly, but held his sword steady. He jumped forwards and put his sword on her throat, he dragged her up and inspected her.

"Well...sure he want`s you alive... but I guess he forgot to mention or my head is playing tricks eh? You don`t fool me miss, but I won`t kill you because I want ti see him to do it... I am sick of being a puppet you see..."

Neracelc keot the sword against her head and brushed her hair slightly with it teasing her, she was scared and of that he was sure. He took a step back and grabbed his horses bag, he took out a rope.

"Now there will be no tricks and you are going on a small trip..."

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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!

She grabbed a handfull of dirt as he pulled her up. She stiffened when he brushed her hair with the sword. She bit her lip slightly and kept her gaze on him as he turned to get a rope. She gathered up as much courage as she could muster and as soon as he turned back to her, she flung the mud and rocks in his eyes. His grip tightened around her arm at first and she felther heart sink, but when she kicked his knee his grip loosened and she took off. She had always been good at getting herself physically out of tight situations. It was a gift from the Valar, it had to be. It did not comfort her that he had the advantage with his horse, but she could always climb a tree or find a bush tohide in. she just prayed that he was not a tracker.

How was she going to get herself out of this one. She needed an army or at least a group of men to get her away from this one. No, she could not ask others to put their lives on the line so that she may live. Her only hope was to keep on running through the woods, taking the trails that would be difficult for a horse to get through.

Neracelc cursed as he got the dirt in his eyes, but was going to clear them without his hands until she got away. He got his eyes clear and saw her run to the woods, he quickly jumped on his horse and galloped after her with his sword in his right.

"Run all you want prey, but I`ll find you eventually even if it meant following to the end of the earth!"

Neracelc raced after her with his sword ready to strike that neck off.

The thrill of the chase had just begun

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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!

She ran, in her heart she knew she had angered him enough to disobey the order that Balor gave him to keep her alive. She supposed that was better than everyone in Valinor dying or falling to evil on her account. She continued to run, weariness was wearing on her small form. The cold of the night passed away, she was warm and didn't know how long she could continue. As much as she wanted to avoid others, she prayed for someone, anyone. Please, send me people who can fight. Her sword had been left behind, something she never did. She would have to go back for it later. Adastrea was slowing down, she needed to get off the groud. She looked behind her, she could hear the horse of the one that followed. She crawled through some brush to get rid of her tracks. There, there were some rocks, she crawled onto them and climbed into a tree. She climbed into the leaves to hide her form from her attacker and sat as still as she possibly could.

((hm..I'll join as my character-Elenanna, the daughter of Lady Galadriel))

Elenanna looked up from her tracking, as she heard several noises. The Rangers had sent her to find the agent who had been killing, and kidnapping several people, and to bring him to justice. Her silver eyes darted around, as she searched, and she stood up, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

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He galloped after he seeing a flash between the tree`s and thought that he was getting her, he smiled siniterly and hurried to the victim, but there was no one there. He looked around him and turned the horse around. There was no movement, did the victin try to fight back? No, not without her sword...

Neracelc looked at the tree`s, but didn`t see anyone and sighed, he shrugged and relaxed slightly on his sword while still keeping his sword ready.

"Very well... enough of games girl, come out where ever you are and I tell to my boss that you were real nice, which might make him somwhat merciful, but I have time here to wait for you to come out of your hide... there are no one here except us and I advise you to give up until I get mad & impatient..."

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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!

Her eyes narrowed, and she quickly climed a tree, and grabbed her bow. She jumped to another tree, and saw the man she was after. "There you are." she whispered.

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She listened to the voice of her persuer. She looked at the large muscular man beneath her and tried to determins how well he would be at climbing trees. She looked around, if he could she needed a way to escape, she found one and smiled slightly, forming a plan within her head. "You are not the only one who can sit in one place for a while. I have the patience of the Valar" She said, making sure she was high enough in the tree so the leaves covered her blood red dress. "You expect me to believe that you are going to try and make my punishment easier? I just hurt your pride...a small elf maiden got away from you and now you cannot do very much about it. You have no idea what he is planning on doing. He will get far more out of me than you are going to get in your life by working jobs like this, he only paid you the price to capture a runaway servant"

She was moving around in the tree silently, so her voice was not in one place. She couldn't see if he had a bow or not, but she wasn't going to take the chance. She could not see anyone near them and highly doubted that she would, they were in the middle of a woods that is not usually lived in.

Neracelc heard some sound from the tree`s and threw a small knife towards it quickly hoping to only wound her, at least it hit the tree, but now he was cautious. He had a bad feeling because he didn`t see his enemy and raised his scimitar with a small smile on his face.

"Fine then you want to play tough then you`ll have it!"

Neracelc jumped down and collected some small branches & leaves in to a pile next to a tree, he pullled out a strong alcohol bottle and poured the whole alcohol on them. He then took out a small stone that was quite useful at the moment. He held the stone up against his blade ready to create a spark.

"Either I smoke you out or you`ll burn..."

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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!

Her eyes narrowed once again, and she took out a throwing dagger, ready to throw it at the man.

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"well as you wish..."

Neracelc lighted the leaves and the tree began to burn, it would spread from tree to tree and that lighted up a sinister smile on his face as he gripped his scimitar tightly.

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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!

"Death is far more desireable to me than life. If I am taken alive the lives others will come to torment. If I am dead only a few will greive. You know Balor as well as I do. You do not obey his orders he will give you the proper punishment." She was trying to figure out how to get out of this. His horse was right beneath her, if she could climb down just enough she couldhave the advantage. She thought quickly, she had given him too much information, but playing it off as Galadriels servant would not get him to go into competition with Balor, like the others have. She began to climb downward silently, hoping his horse was not well trained.

Elenanna sighed softly, and jumped back to the ground on the other side of the tree.

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