(Name-Anarane
Anarane is an elf of Mirkwood. She has long blonde hair, and wears a flowing elven gown of blue and white. When Anarane was small, both of her parents died around the time of Saurons rise to power, now the closest person that she has to a father-figure is Haldir, and a mother, his wife. Because of the death of her family, she was forced to leave the wood elves of Mirkwood and travel to Lothlorien, with Haldir.
Anarane bears a strange ring, (that is not one of power) that consists of a purple (clear) stone that forms a rose. The ring was given to her from her father, before he left for war.
Anarane is single, and she works (As I said) for Galadriel in Lothlorien, as a gaurd of the city. )



Anarane gently moved through the forest in search for the ones who had just violated the border. Normally it was easy for even the most untrained elf to find someone who carelessly trampled their way into the forest, however whoever this person was, they were skilled in the art of manipulating the ground to concel their presence. Not only that, but the intruder also was able to close his mind and allow knowone to feel his presence. It was up to Anarane to find the 'villin' and it also happened to be her first task, as a guard to the city. She was suppposed to find the trespasser and than meet up with Haldir. Concentraiting she continued to walk through the forest, in hopes to either find or atleast confuse the stranger...

Name: Meleth Elenwen (Beloved Star Maiden)
Gender: Female.
Age: Not known exactly.
Race: Elven
Appearance: Tall, like most elves, with long straight silver hair. Black eyes. Not unusually pretty for an elf, just normal.
History: Meleth's family died in an orc raid when she was young. She carries the grief of their loss with her still and the pain of it has driven her away from her home. She wanders mostly, never having found anywhere to call much of a home.
Personality: Can be snappish. Always secretive, never very friendly to anyone she doesn't know. She cares intensely about the few people she loves.
Weapons: Bow and arrows predominantly. She also carries a few small, hidden daggers for emergencies.
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Meleth watched the elf move silently through the forest. Her mouth twisted in a wry half-smile. Practiced in the art of moving quickly, silently and leaving no tracks, she was certain that the elf would be hard pressed to find her.
Meleth dropped to the ground, purposely letting her boots thump on the forest floor. "Looking for someone?" she asked casually, tossing her silver hair over one shoulder.

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Oh! I'll join! I'll be that stranger.

Name: Fearan
Age: 78
race:dunadan
Appearence: Tall, and muscular. Dark hair, grey eyes.

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

Eyes: startling emerald
Status > Singel
Weapons: black mirkwoodian bow, gold feathered arrows
Pic > http://www.keirapictures.com/displayima ... 93&pos=176 , http://www.keirapictures.com/displayima ... =96&pos=21
Personality: Hot tempered, protective, loyal, helpfull, secretive, arrogant
Other : none
History : Shushed up, though she is from Mirkwood, and has secret ties with the royal family there

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

(Awesome... okay)
Anarane turned and moved in between a pair of thick oak trees in search for the stranger...
she heard a snap of twigs behind her, and turned to see who had made it.

Rhavaniel blinked at the elf in front of her and gave a cheeky grin "Sorry..." she whispered, still smiling.
Her black hair blew untidily in front of her face, enhancing her emerald eyes.

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

With a calm nod Anarane excused Rhavaniel.
"Would you like to join me?"she continued to ask.

Ooh Ooh I Join To

Name: Celebedhel
gender: Female
age: 2391
Race: High elf (But doesn't really believe's it)
Looks: Tall Like most elves, Long straight silver Hair.
Beautifel Blue Eyes
History: Father died In a battle, mother still alive, Lives in Rivendell But goes Most of the time to lothlorien or mirkwood. Is A little Bit man crazy ^^.
Personality: she LOves People and Horse's, Like's to hang around in woods or ride horse's or just look around, she is sure of her business.
Weapons: a Bow and Arrows and a sword of elvensteel hehe^^
Status: Just a single Lady
ExtRA's: Have's a Black arabian Horse Named shadow, Is the niece of lord elrond

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No i didn't steal the siggy above!!
Its from my quizilla account

-XxxX- Zutajah and Celebedhel

Meleth's eyes flicked from elf to elf. The first one didn't seem to have noticed her yet. She toyed with a dagger in her belt. The Lorien elf seemed less perceptive than some.

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Name: Dernhelm Goldstar
Gender: Male
Race: Numenorean, Dunedain
Appearance: Tall, Rugged, Brown eyes, Long Brown scraggly hair, Lots of stubble, good Looking for a man.
History: Raised everywhere, predominately with elves. Excellent swordsman, few have, or can defeat him, and has deadly aim with his bow.
Personality: Easy going, funny, highly intelligent but has a dark history.
Weapons: A Numenorean 2 handed broadsword, Elvish Longbow from Lothlorien, and one hunting knife, used for throwing and food.
Armor: Hard durable leather, greaves, vambraces and shoulder plates, all of folded steel emblazoned with the White Tree of Gondor. Under his Leather Jerkin, there is a chain mail suit of Mithril. In Massive Battles, He puts on Gondorian Plate armor and his mithril Chainmail.

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"And I thought all elves had sensitive hearing" said a man under a hood, with 5 men behind him pointing bows at the elves "But, i must have heard wrong, because clearly they do not, and you are all at my mercy!!!"

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If you all don't mind, I will join.

Name: Mirima Calaelen
Race: High Elf
Age: Unknown, a little over 1000
Appearance: Blue eyes and, strangely, long brown hair. She is tall and pretty, though maybe not described as beautiful.
History: A member of the nobility, Mirima's father is a leader and relation of Celeborn, her mother is also well-bred and wealthy. Mirima was raised in a protective, rich home. In her early hundreds, she travelled extensively, using her skills as a warrior and a orator. After returning to Lothlorien, she has been rather bored, despite her love for her people.
Personality: Slightly stuck-up, yet with a kind heart and a quiet disposition. She is often content to watch instead of act.
Status: Single, but she has been recently pursued by Uruvion, an Elvish lord.
Companions: Her white horse, Illith.

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Mirima leant against a low couch, a book of poetry in her hand. Her personal maid entered quietly, tidying up. Putting down her book, Mirima sat up, "Lania, is there any news of my father? Or from the borders? Any changes recently? Please tell me."

The maiden glanced at Mirima before replying. "I am afraid all is well, as usual. You act as if you do not trust the border guards, or the power of the Lady. We shall be safe, have no fear of that."

Annoyed, Mirima leaned back once more. "It is not that, Lania. I suppose I just wish for a little excitement around here, is all."

Lania picked up the laundry she had been gathering and turned to leave, "If you truly want excitement, my lady, the Lord Uruvion has been looking for you."

Mirima looked up suddenly, "That was out of line. Not another word about him, thank you."

The Elf-girl smiled and left, leaving Mirima to wonder about the rumours that might be circling.

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

Quick as a flash, Meleth had whipped out her bow and an arrow was taut on the string. "My hearing is flawless, thank you. May I ask the reason for your unprovoked threat? These elves were not doing you any harm and yet you seem to think..." she trailed off suggestively and her black eyes narrowed. "Perhaps I ought to call for the border guard of Lothlorien. They are very near, though you cannot see them." Meleth, of course, was bluffing. She had no idea where the border guards were, having only just arrived in Lorien, but it seemed worth a shot.

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"Be quiet girl, i have seen more fire and death to know that the border guard is down south, and as for my "unprovoked "attack, these are dark days. And put that bow away, you fire at me, and you and all of your companions die! And i could see your men, even though they are not here, my kind have been on this earth for ages, and know ALL of the elven secrets. But, if u wish to die, make one more silly threat." And with that Dernhelm cocked two arrows into the string and pressed them lightly into the elves forehead, making a slight trickle of blood.

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Meleth took an angry step back. "Girl? I'll have you know I am an elf," she spat furiously. "And it has been centuries since I could be called a girl in any case. Your observation skills could use improving, these are not my companions, I have never seen them before. If you wish to go around shooting innocent people, then by all means fire your bow at me but I hardly think the elves of Lorien will be pleased and I do not think you want their anger brought on your head."

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"How sad." said Dernhelm sypathetically"but if you must know, Galadriel has hired me to guard the borders in the North. So in a sense i am a border guardsmen, and i happen to know you are a girl, or young in the ages of the elves. I can see it in your eyes. But since i am not acquainted with you, it would be fine for me to kill you. But how could i harm something so beautiful?"

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Meleth's eyes narrowed. "I see no reason to argue with one such as you about my age," she said dismissively. Perhaps she was young - twenty or twenty-one, a human might think her - but it was of no consequence here. "I hardly think the Lady of the Wood condones careless spilling of blood. Though if you are who you say you are" - her eyes showed that she did not believe him - "then I suppose you know better than I."

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