Faradrick saw the fight and gatheredquickly a group of 30 dundelings as he dressed up for battle, he was getting rusty lately and wanted to fight again even if it was against spies. Soon a squad of 30 dundelings departed with Faradrick on their side on a horse, he went in first and dropped down to examine the opponents as he drew his sturdy mace.

"Good evening elves..."

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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!

Elenanna's head turned suddenly, causing the hood to fall off, revealing who she was. She swore softly, but looked up at the man.

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Silmarwen's head turned to look at the man standing there. She narrowed her eyes but didn't take her attention off slaying the orcs around her. Glancing with slight worry at Nessa, she hacked off a few more orc heads then drew her bow. She whipped around and fired an arrow at Faradrick but cursed as an orc got in the way and took the place of recieving the fatal arrow. She eliminated several of the dundelings with arrows before again using her sword.

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Silmarwen looked at Elenanna and gasped, recognizing her to be the wife of the high elf Voronwe. (is that why you didn't want to be known ^^ took me a while to figure it out... lol..)

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~Cyclist in Training~

((yeah, plus she is the second oldest of the children of Galadriel..))

Elenanna winced slightly and she looked at the other elf.

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(oooh ok! ^^ *reads history again* I get it, finally! lol)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Nessa managed to shake off the dizzy feeling she was having before turning to face the man who had just entered the battle. This was much more than she had bargained for. She began backing away slowly, trying to get to a more open area where she might get the upper hand.

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

Silmarwen continued fighting, cutting down on the number of orcs and keeping her eye on the leader of the enemy and on her new companions as well.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Elenanna looked toward Amoniel and kept fighting the orcs off.

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((hey guys, can I join?))

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Evil comes in many shades...

(I'm sure ya can! ^^ )

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~Cyclist in Training~

Name: Niell
Race: Dark elf
Gender: male

Weapons: an elven sword with a black hilt, two black daggers.

Appearance: unlike most dark elves Niell has the appearance of a Sindar elf, with long blonde hair, pale skin, and fair handsome features. He often wears a steel gray short sleeved tunic over a long sleeved black shirt accompanied with dark pants and black leather boots.

History:Niell was raised in Mordor. His mother was an elf of Lorien, captured for breeding with dark elves. His father was a dark elf that had served Sauron faithfully his whole life. Although Niell was often cast out or even tortured for the way he looked, the dark lord saw him as a valuble spy, since he could easily go among the elves and not be recognized.
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Niell looked up from where he sat. The sounds of battle rang across the plain. He smirked, orcs were so stupid, they always jumped into situations that could get them killed. For all he knew they were fighting each other. With a barely audible sigh he stood up and walked toward the sound.
So they were fighting elves, and they were winning. He fingered his sword hilt for a moment, indecision taking hold. With a loud ringing sound he had his sword drawn and was down the hill and in the battle. He worked his way over to one of the elves. The orcs moved out of the way as he passed, there was a sort of deep loathing in their eyes, but also a high level of what appeared to be some form of dim respect.

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Evil comes in many shades...

((Niell? *gasp* koolio u joined!! for verification, our characters know each other ^^))

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

Silmarwen caught site of the strange elf. He seemed to be the same as most elves, but something in his eyes alerted her. Something told her not to turn her back on this elf as she continued cutting down orcs.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((May I hop in?))

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Everytime you make a one word post...a cactus dies

(Haldir!!! ^^ Hiya there!)

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