Okay, this is before the battle of Minis Tirith and will go all the way to the final battle and hopefully to the destroyment of the Ring and beyond. Okay, I would like to have your own charactors and also some others:
(the first five we probably really need, but if you want to play another regualr charactor, don't hesitate to ask!!)
Gandalf-Anarane
Frodo-
Sam-
Gollum/Smeagol-
Aragorn-Pandora

Turwaithiel-Turwaithiel
Rhavaniel-Rhavaniel
Meldawen-Rienna

Here's my bio-
Name-Turwaithiel
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
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.

I'll start by riding up to Minis Tirith.

Turwaithiel rode quickly through the Fields and towards Minis Tirith on Tathar, her mare. The battle would soon come...they would need all the help they could get, esepecially with Denathor as Steward.

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Name: Rienna
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-one
Race: Human, Gondorian
Appearance: Red curly hair and blue eyes. Fair-skinned. About 5'6.
History: Rienna's mother died recently and her father was ill and not strong enough to support them both. So Rienna made sure that someone would take care of him and left, not really knowing where to.
Clothing: A long cloak that's too big for her and a dress.
Animal(s): An aging horse called Star and a reddish-colored cat called Amber.
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A young woman swept her blue eyes over the White City and the Pelennor Fields, her red hair flying in the wind over her high perch. She spied a horse coming into the city, and watched it idly but not with undue curiousity. She turned her gaze to the dark storm over the neighboring land of Mordor. "It's always darkest before the dawn..." she murmured encouragingly to herself, but her heart sank.

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Can I play Aragorn

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

((hmmm.... I was going to ask if I could play my own character but it might be fun to play Gandalf, for once. May I?))

May I join? Bio as usual

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Gandalf lifted his his white head to the darkened sky.
'it is near'he thought as he continued to ride Shadowfax into the White City. "Protect your posts!" he shouted to the guards as they opened the gate for him.
Gandalf rode on to confront Denethor about how the time for war was upon him...

The young woman idly watched Gandalf ride in, smiling a little at the sight of the White Wizard. She began to climb down off her perch of stone, back into the city.

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(yes, rhavi, you can join. you all can have what you asked for and if anyone would like to play as two charactors, just ask!!!)

Turwaithiel rode in, her mare whinning a little. "Hush, my friend." She said in elvish as she unmounted and handed the reigns to an older man of the city. "Take care of her." She ordered him harshy, though she meant not too. THough she was very angry with Lord Denothor and she planned to have an word with him before the coward hid as battle begun.

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Aragorn sat upon the steps of Rohan, his hands clutching the bowl of soup as his eyes remained fixed to the beacon upon the moutainside.

His thoughts were so many at the moment that he could barely concentrate on breathing as he sat still, foot tapping agaisnt the step below him.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

The young woman watched with interest as Gandalf and another person she knew not headed for the throne room. Her mouth twitched. Denethor woudl get a stern dressing-down quite soon, that she knew.

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Turwaithiel stepped quickly an few paces behind the old wizard, The Great Mithrandir, one she has not had the pleasure to meet, though she had heard stories. She jogged a couple steps to get aside by him then turned and asked him, "Mithrandir, I must speak with Denothor, and I require that you be present. Are you busy?"

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The black horse streaked across the landscape, its flanks heaving, brittle sweat clinging to it; the hooves seemed to be bleeding slightly, on the legs there were many cuts.
Its rider sat low, bent over the neck, urging it on, though it seemed half ready to fall off as well.
A dark hunger tore at her insides, as she felt both blood lust and hunger beating at her resentlessly. Hair flew out behind them, the black of the horses mane mingling with the stream of midnight that was the elfs head.
The ambasodor felt extremly annoyed at having been sent on the trip herself, but she supposed she was needed. Not that the summonings had actually come from the king, but they had spoken of the kings wishes distinctly.
Up the first level they tore, people jumping out of their way, shouts and insults being thrown at them when an accident was caused; second level, third, fourth...
Finally they reached the top, and the ambasdor, and Marchwarden of Mirkwood nearly toppled off, falling head first to the ground.
The green cloak, was streaked and splattered with mud, tears and blood, her eyes shone out though, her eyes and the brooch she had pinned to show her status.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

The young woman, almost to the bottom now, looked in surprise at this newcomer and hurried up to her, holding her long skirts up so as not to trip. "May I be of assistance?" she asked, worried. "You do not look well."

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Gandalf, as he was known to common men, turned to face her, his face grave and his long, white hair muffled and dirty. He sighed and without an word, contiued walking towards the grand doors of Minis Tirith, the grand hall where the Great Kings of Old where beheld and now where lesser men where throned.
Turwaithiel stopped for an moment, then continued to follow in the steps of Mithrandir.

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A dry chuckle came between her parched lips "Do I not? I would never have," here she gracefuly dismounted, holding on to her mare slightly.
She turned her eyes on her "I would like some assistance... Yes..."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

The young woman belatedly remembered her curtsy, for this elf was obviously of greater stature than she, and reached out to take the mare's reins. "We'll get your horse taken care of," she said, looking worriedly at its heaving flanks. "Were you told who to look for when you arrived? Who to meet?

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