Light foot falls could be sounded as a slim young girl walked through the long forests of Rivendale. Her golden hair fell down her her waist and her bright eyes were grey like the stormy sky. A jet black husky trotted t her heels, dark brown eyes looking around, head bobbing up and down. Avari's eyes scanned the desserted forest. A light breeze blew bright green leaves over her shoulders. A jet black blade hung loosly from her belt. A shimmering green quiver of arrows hung behind her. a stick cracked behind her. In a flash, Avari grabbed an arrow and strung it onto the green bow. The sharp end of the arrow glimmered as she aimed it into the darknes






Name: Avari Aras
Gender: Female
Eye Colour: Grey
Hair: Golden Blonde
Age: She lied about it so many times she started beliving herself (In other words she doesn't know)
Build: Quite tall, very thin but not exactly too thin.
Brought up: In rivendale for sometime and in gondor for a while before her parents were murdred
Horse: Lut'Say
Animals: Nathron: Black Husky,
Weapons: Sword: Jet Black, with a white hilt
Quiver of arrows: Green and silver
Arrows: Green and Silver.
Other: She doesn't tell many people anything about herself. You'll just have to gain her trust before she tells you anything near the truth...

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

(This is set just after the war of the ring.)

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Name : Rhavaniel
Race: High Elf
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Hair: raven black

Eyes: shimmering green
Powers: none
Weapons: A bow of the Galahdrim, and the sword of her father
Looks:
Tall with long raven hair. She has sea-green eyes and a pale complexion. Rhavaniel wears mostly green tunics and lofty white shirts, offten with a short white skirt
Pic : http://www.keirapictures.com/albums/Cap ... VD_175.jpg
Personality: Hot tempered, protective, loyal, helpfull, secretive, arrogant
Other : ~-~-~-~
History : Unknown

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Aramina… The elven princess


Name: Aramina
Race: Elven princess. Also a knight of gondor.
Age: 19 (in human years.)
Eyes: Light blue.
Hair: Hazel brown.

Weapons: An elven longsword.
Two elven knives.

Clothing:
Body: Soft silk flowy dress.
Hands: Leather riding gloves/ Nothing.
Feet: Tough leather boots.
Other:

Brave and loyal to gondor… The young princess was brought up in the great city of minas tirith… where she learned the skills of a great warrior. She returned to rivendell… her true home, to find her family and support her kin from invading enemies.
A true warrior… Aramina fought the enemies of rivendell slaying many orcs.
As she and her men desperately defended her homeland… many warriors fell to the power of mordor… including her two brothers and her dear father.
Driven by anger and pain… Aramina was determined to see the forces of mordor destroyed and her kin avenged.

Companions: Fanga… also an elven princess.
Brave and courageous, Fanga is determined to help her best friend on her journeys.
Companions: A small grey kitten named Smudge.
Smudge was a gift from Aramina’s sister before she disappeared. Smudge is a symbol of hope and is never left behind by Aramina.
Companions: A loyal horse named Brego. A brilliant white steed of beauty. Bred by trainers of rohan… this horse is one of few melua horses… a rare breed.

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~Thank you to Estë Undómë for the Beeeautiful Banners & Avvie <3 ~

Oooh, can I join?
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You can read about me here: http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=6632

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I would like to join.
Name: Namarien
Race: half elf
Age: unknown looks to be around 20
Appearance: long curly red hair, sky blue eyes, tall and slim, pale skin
Personality: quiet, courageous, cunning
History: Unknown except for the fact that she is the child of Elrond and a mortal woman. She was raised in Rivendell, but dissappeared when she was in her teen years.

Name: Lady Anduril Peredhil
Past name: The Maiden Edhelwen
Aliases: Fleet, Elf of Gondor, Ydal, and Rolda.
Horse: Mithelen, one of the Mearas, only foal of Shadowfax, a grey white mare.
Family: Father – Elrond, Mother – Celebrain.
Grandparents - Galadriel and Celeborn
Siblings – Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen and Aragorn.
Weapons: Bow and Arrows of Lothlorien, three daggers of Rivendell, usually hidden, and Narelen her sword.
Appearance: Waist length golden-red hair, grey-blue eyes, roses and cream skin. Usually to be found in soft black trews, green shirt, and dark brown tunic, with a dark green cloak of Lothlorien, black boots.
Peculiarities: Can run faster than any horse in Middlearth, save Shadowfax and Mithelen. Skilled tracker often used as a scout. Always uses the Dwarf runes when writing, hardly ever that of her own people. Has inherited strong use of Mind speech from Galadriel. Jewel worker, made nine fist sized Palantir.
Faults: Hatred of Arwen.

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Made by Lembas

I continue story at top? no one else here is!:

A young elf walks, in a black dress, next to her black horse, in the direction on riverdale. And from the corner of her eye spots Avari Aras.








Name:Lady Eruriana(Erura)
hair color: Golden Red(one of the few elves with red hair)
eye color: A hypnotizing green-blue
build: strong, and tall, but not too tall, waiste length hair(always in a braid), looks like she's easy to take on(slender, and thin, even though strong) and quite pale all the time.
age: somewere in the thousands(hey, shes an elf)
from: her mother raised her in Rohan in secresy.
usual outfit: in battle a mithril shirt unter a black blouse, with strong fibered pants, and riding boots and gloves. In households of great people: dresses (preferably black)
swords: A Rohan Longsword, with horses on the hilt(gold) and a wite blade, with descriptions all over it.
description on sword:elvish:O môr henion i dhû:
Ely siriar, êl síla. english:From darkness I understand the night:
Dreams flow, a star shines
sword name: Galad
bow/arrows: black and wite

companion: Eagle, name:Hen
steed: darkness black mare, wite star on forhead. name:Fuin

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Rhavaniel stood at the far end of the target field and drew her upteenth arrow. With a whizz it shot down and buried itsself in the bullseye. She sighed and made her way down to pull it out again. Even though the bullseye area was small it had been pierced many times today by the same archress.
She was a solitary woman, though her skill with the bow was famed. She could stand in a group of people congratulating her and feel as lonely as ever.
She tugged the arrow out forefully and placed it back in her quiver. She didnt know why she bothered sometimes.

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Eruriana cept moving, but says under her breath to Avari Aras "I come to Riverdale for council, I mean a fellow elf no harm." (It's hard to tell that Eruriana is an elf!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Namarien walked through the forest with a sense of happiness. It had been many years since she had been here and she was happy to return to her homeland. She stopped and hid behind a tree when she saw an elf up ahead. The elf maiden had her arrow pointed at someone that Namarien could not quite see. She decided that a fellow elf would mean her no harm and walked out of the shadows. "Mae Govannen, friend! I am Namarien Peredhil."

Eruriana stopped at the sound of another elf. She turned and looked at the two, taking down her hood, so they could see her elven ears. "I'm Eruriana, I come from Rohan, to start training in magic an to make my archery skills better. You can put the arrow down now if you like." She said.

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Namairen bowed slighty when she saw who the arrow was pointed at. "Mae Govannen, Eruriana," she said. Then she looked back to the other elf.

Maralyn watched the others from her perch on a tree branch. They look harmless... she thought. But she decided to stay up in the tree for a while longer, just to see who these strangers were and what they were doing in Rivendell.

The tall elf sidled forward into the trees and kept her ears open. Within minutes she found another pair of elves- it was true. She did have great instincts. She shouldered the bow and stepped onto the pathe "Aaye."

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Avari lowered the bow and slipped the arrow off the string and back into the quiver. Her golden her shadowed half of her face as she looked at the elves around her. The black husky growled softly as he looked around him.
"Nathron." Avari said softly. The husky stopped and sat down, his tail swishing.

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!