Name: Súlena
Race: Elf
Age: 1593
Origin: Rivendell
Appearance: Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes to give away every emotion, pretty and fair face, slender.
Personality: Quiet, obedient, always wanting to help others
History: Súlena lives with her parents in Lothlorien, she was travelling to Rivendell to visit her brother who had married an elf maiden from there. She was travelling with two guards, one had been killed, the other was no where to be found.

The path on the field was deserted, not a sound or sight of anyone for miles. The only sign was the trail of blood that led off of the path into the grass and bushes that seemed taller than an elf. The trail of blood was from that of an elf maiden, her leg was bleeding badly, as was her side from an attack. Her arms were bound behind her back, her fair face had bruises from being hit in the struggle. She had lost and now she sat quietly, shivering, and watching the man who held her captive. He had been busying himself skinning a poor animal he had shot down with an arrow. She turned her head, wondering if the second guard was still alive. Her eyes betraying her yet again showed the fear she felt as well as the pain of the knife wounds.

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Here's my bio:

Name: Lithoniel Tinuviel
Age: 1,620
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Elven
Family: Father-Elladen, Mother-Melda, Sibs-none, Grandparents-Elrond and Celebrian, Great-grandparents- Galadriel and Celeborn, Earendil and Elwing, Aunt and Uncles- Elrohir, Arwen and Aragorn, Elenanna and Voronwe, Falathiel, Cousins- Arthion, Eldarion, Isteleth, Annerueth, Alexandra, Eruaviel, Nedhudir, Eruanneth, Amoniel Eruwadhiel
Fighting Type: Archer and Swordsman
Weapons: The Flaming Sword of Truth
Animal: Stallion, Glandor
Appearance: Is tall, graceful, has long golden hair, ice blue eyes, her face is much in the likeness of both Galadriel and Arwen.
Story: Lithoniel is the only child of Elladen son of Elrond and Celebrian. This makes her the great-grandaughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. Her mother's name is Melda, she is from Lothlorien where she was one of the Lady Galadriel's handmaidens.
Lithoniel has recently inheirited the rule of Rivendell when her parents, grandfather, and great-grandparents left Middle-Earth for the Undying Lands of Valinor. She rules with the help of her trusted advisor and friend Vehiron.
Lithoniel enjoys nature and practicing her sword and archery skills against her friends.
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well well... I know who fits this perfectly...

Name: Neracelc

Age: About 30

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

Family: None

Weapons: A scimitar

Animals: a 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 after many others and has been sent after a certain person...

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Neracelc skinned the poor animal as the fire began to eat the wood greedly and Neracelc began making his meal, unofortunately he needed her alive so she would have some of it too, but he wondered if elves even ate meat. He hadn`t of course offered Adastrea any when he had captured her, but that was another matter and it was far more personal.

This was just business, Neracelc looked at her with an amused smile on his face.

"Do you elves even eat meat or is it just a dirty habbit that other races have?"

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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!

(OOC- yay! Welcome everyone!)

Súlena looked with disgust at the animal, then at the man and shrugged, "Some elves do, some do not" She said quietly, trying to get her hands free behind her back. Her wounds hurt badly, the heat of the fire, making them burn even more. She scooted away from the fire, watching the man catiously as she did so. Last thing she needed was to get hit again. She had never met a human before, now she feared them and hoped that if she ever got free that she would never meet another one again.

Neracelc inspected the elf with interest as she tried to get out of the situation and drew away from the fire.

"I meant you not more questions thank you... and please don`t try to run, I´ll let you live, but I am going to need someone to at least be as a hostage until I have passed Rohan because I am wanted there, but they wouldn`t risk killing an elf at the same time now would they?"

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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!

Súlena glared slightly at the man, "You killed my escorts and hurt me to get passage into Rohan?" She was not in the happiest of moods at the moment. "Cut me loose and let me go, you have no business doing this to me. Besides, how would I know about Rohan, I have never been to any village of men, much less met one until now." She mumbled

"No... I said I need a hostage to ensure my own safety.... an arrow in your heart is far more better than my own..."

Neracelc laughed.

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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!

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Name: Galasriniel
Race: Elf
Age: 1121
Origin: unknown (Belived to be Lothorien, but may be Rivendell)
Appearance: Very tall and has some eerie beauty lingering amongst her. Long[ish] bronze hair with is slightly wavy with a few curls, ultraviolet shaded eyes. Slim and nearly ghost white. Always has black rose in left side of head in hair. Usally wears gothic corsets and skirts.
Class: Prophet Seer, Advisor and Warrior.
Weapons: Two sharp, brisk adament elven knives carved with the inscripsion: 'Sí na i veth, i veth naid bain' which is sindarin for 'Here at the end, the end of all things'! She also has similar throwing knives.
Personality: Depressed, understanding, silent usally and cares about others. Also is very poetic.
History: Has been looking for her parents for so many years. She may of been the daughter of Elladan, She does know that she is a decendant of Elrond and seems to have the power of predictions (related to Galadriel). She is also an empathy and prefers to be alone because she suffers from other peoples emotions. She recently doesn't trust the race of men because once a man broke her heart dearly because of their pathetic ignorance. She takes reisdence in Mirkwood, and is advisor to Legolas, prince of Mirkwood.

(EDIT: I have just read the other roleplaying bios and Lithoniel is the daughter of Elladen >_<)

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Name: Rhayader
Age: unknown
Race: Man
Apperance: 6' 6'', shoulder length brown scruffy hair, dark blue eyes, unshaven face. Wears the clothes of a ranger.
Personality: Straight to the point, uncaring for many people.
History: Not much is known about him. He is seen very rarely in every part of middle earth. He has been seen walking into woods and disapearing for months, only to reapear on the other side of the known world. He is very much a loner and a master of camoflauge.
Weapons: Bow and Sword. He is a master of both.

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

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Rhayader lay down, completly still allowing various insects to crawl over him. His back was covered with moss and leaves, blending in with the background. He was on a small incline above a path, laying next to a tree. He was watching a deer, waiting for just the right moment to strike when it ran away unexpectidly. He sighed and let his head drop. When his head rose he was slightly shocked to see a man leading an elf. The elf was bound and in trouble. Rhayader slowly pulled out an arrow an moved his arm across the floor so he could arm his bow.
Rhayader waited to see what might happen.

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

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Galasriniel was minding her own buisness, muttering dark words to herslef on top of a withering willow tree. As she was in deep slumber, she was awoken by a deep voice. As she peered down at the lower surrounding, she spotted a binded up elf. She gasped slightly, hoping that she wasn't heared. She clutched her elven knives and got her self in a denfending pose just incase she was seen. She kept her orchid eyes at the sinister man and gazed at the dead guard beside the two figures.

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Súlena glared at the man before her, "I am honored to know you care for no one but yourself" She muttered. Her wrists were raw from the ropes. "What is it you plan on doing with me when you are finished with me?" She asked him quietly. She winced slightly as she twisted in a funny position, trying to get herself comfortable.

Neracelc shrugged as he began eating a small part of meat.

"I might let you go if you are a good girl, I might sell you to the wildmen of the mountains if you annoy me or just kill you if you make me mad..."

Neracelc placed the piece of meat aside with a serious face.

"But... as you are new to the outside world then let me explain few things to you.. I don`t care for anyone else because no one will care for me or help me. No one cares for me because of what I was and that was an assasin for Mordor. And finally I don`t care because my past seems to be making me an evil man... well I am that, but not really evil as I once was..."

He smiled slightly.

"You know this situation reminds me of another whom I captured, funny that it was only a threatre act, but I must asure you that if you respect me then I´ll do the same.... understood?"

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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!

Súlena shifted uncomfortably at the mention of getting sold off to wildmen or killed. She looked down and went quiet, wanting to be home in Lothlorien once again. She closed her eyes, starting to feel light headed and trying to lean back against a tree, only to wince in pain, a small cry escaping her lips. "I'll most likely be dead before we reach Rohan" SHe muttered looking down at her wounds.

Galasriniel gazed at the wincing elf and slid down the tree silently. She stalked the two without making a sound, piting the tied up elf. As her mind wondered about what was going on, her concetration slid away and her snaped a twig with her foot, causing a slight sound. She suddenly froze and her breath got deeper. The bald, sinister man instantly turned around and his eyes met hers.

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Neracelc looked at the elf in the tree with his scimitar out.

"You thought of sneaking up on me did you? Well it isn`t going to happen anymore... come down and I´ll spare you if you don`t cause trouble... not to mention her perhaps... besides if you care for your kin then you will take care of her wounds the best you can..."

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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!