there's space for anyone...and sure Captain Faramir.

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Meh join?


Name : Rhavaniel Falathiel
Age: N/A
Hair: midnight black
Eyes: emerald, speckeled with deep gold (most prominent thing about her)

Lineage:
Mother: Melda the Fair
Father: (blood) Lodaelin , (adopted) Andor the Bold, the Chief Advisor of King Thranduril

Siblings:Twin brother Sadron the White (albino)

Married: none, though is the adored lover of Legolas Thrandullion

Children: none

Family: Turwaithiel [cousin]

Weapons : A beautiful black bow with an intercate silver pattern of vines on it. The arrows are long and have black swann feathers. The quiver is also black with the silver silver outlines of
a dragon on.
Two twin knives, silver.

Occupation: Marchwarden and Head Archer
Pic: http://img419.imageshack.us/img419/7034/cat6dn.jpg

History: The aranged marriage of her mother Melda, to the Ambasodor Andor (lit. Steaward), let to her own disgrace. She started an affair with a mysterious person (neither elf nor man, but a creature of blood) named Lodaelin, with whom she had two twins name Rhavaniel and Sadron.
Her father, driven mad with anger attacked Lodaelin, who, after a threat killed his wife.
The two children got the blame for their mother death, and were abused by their father. Sadron ran away into the wild, ashamed by his liniage, whereas his sister stayed for love and pity for her father. For a time the abuse grew worse, but with her newest occupation as head of the guard and Head Archer, she found she managed to avoid staying in the same room as him for a while. Her love with the Kings son was the turning point in her life, as he found odd jobs that kept her near him, cared and loved her though he was married- a political marriage- to another elfmaid, who knew nought of their stolen passion.

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Thats good to hear. =) Here's my bio:

Name: Míriel Ellerína Eledhwen
Called: Ellerína, by most. Also Rína, by good friends.
Race: Elf
Height: 5'11"
Weaponry: Twin Inscribed Elven Knives. Each knife has an elanor of white gold on the hilt. A longbow from Rivendell, and green-feathered arrows in her accompanying quiver.

Short Bio: Ellerína was born to Elenna of Rivendell and Celebdil from Mirkwood. Her father was murdered while Ellerína was still unborn. From childhood, she lived in Mirkwood and grew up there. Rraely did she see her mother, who resided in Rivendell after Celebdil's death. Because of this distance, Ellerína considered herself an orphan child. She was raised with love by her father's family, but as soon as she had the chance, she left Mirkwood, only returning when necessary.
Ellerína wandered for most of her life, with two companions always by her side, Hawkthorn and Gilrean. Dark times came to Ellerína and she lost all she had known and loved. She was torn apart, her life was in tatters. It took her time to recover, but eventually she did. Emerging from self-pity and grief, she tried once again to find joy. She still travels from place to place, aiding those that need it. On the third finger of her left hand, she wears a silver ring of Elvish make. This ring is one of the few remaining links to Ellerína's otherwise forgotten past. More precious to her than any other possession, its story only Ellerína knows. Ellerína moved on and found new companions, proving to be as wonderful as the last. She gives them her trust and her love, and most importantly her loyalty. She no longer travels alone as she used to, but with these companions and friends.

Looks: Ellerína's hair falls lightly onto slightly squared shoulders and a straight back. It is black as the blackest of night, and ends just barely past her shoulders. Her skin is pale, contrasting greatly with the darkness of her hair. Ellerína's eyes are her most prominent feature. They are large, almond-shaped with thick lashes. Her eyes are of a shade of green not classified as any specific one. Her cheekbones are high and rarely does she smile her fullest.

Garb: She dons a green tunic with Elvish runes, worn atop knee-length ranger boots and dark green leggings. The tunic is lined with a special mail of Mirkwood. Though not Mithril, quite strong besides. On both her hands, she occasionally wears thin, black, fingerless gloves past wrist. Above it all, whenever she is not in the company of friends, she wears a forest green cloak. The cloak covers her to the tips of her brown boots. Rarely does she wear this cloak without the hood pulled low over her face. Nothing can be seen of her features unless she chooses otherwise; nothing, bar her piercing green eyes.

Personality: Ellerína loves nothing more than those that she calls her friends. Though she is friendly to those who return the favor, she does not give her trust openly. At times, it takes years for Ellerína to ever trust another. Her past has taught her these painful lessons well and she is careful never to forget them. She has travelled much, and knows many other wanderers, but rarely does she choose to travel with other companions for longer than neccessary. Ellerína spends much of her time deep in thought, always trying to solve one thing or other.

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"Don't you ever long for something different to happen? Something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it? Something that touches you with joy or with terror, that lifts you out of your safe, little path and onto a great, wild road whose ending nobody knows?" -Son of the Shadows (Juliet Marillier)

Name: Dark Lord Mephisto
Race: None of the races that were known
Height: 7
Weaponry: Two swords
Appearence: More like Sauron, but he has a face, and that Sauron does not have. His bones are on the surface no skin no muscles just bones. His face are composed of bones either

History: He has created by Sauron as a faithful servant so he did as Sauron ordered. After WOTR, somehow he ran away from the destruction of Barad dur and the Great Eye. Gathered around the orcs, goblins, and the other creatures. Preparing an army to attack. His location is still unknown

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

^ Wow, these are great characters!

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Very great...this will be fun...

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Yeah, I'm looking forward to getting started! =D

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"Don't you ever long for something different to happen? Something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it? Something that touches you with joy or with terror, that lifts you out of your safe, little path and onto a great, wild road whose ending nobody knows?" -Son of the Shadows (Juliet Marillier)

I think that's all the bios up so far? if not just post them in brackets before you post..

I'll post first.

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"Milady!"

Turning her head, the elleth frowned slightly as she saw the captain of the guards of Gondor, dismounting his steed.

Elenanna walked over to him, and he bowed. "Lady Elenanna. King Elessar asked me to deliver this." She was handed a scroll, and as she opened it, the young captain quickly mounted, and galloped off to the next village.

Walking through the streets of Edoras, Elenanna read the message silently. It basically told her of the situation, and asked for her return to Minas Tirith. Coming to the stables, she whistled for her mount. The Meara trotted to her, and Elenanna mounted her, bareback.

"To Minas Tirith, Shadowpax." she commanded the mare as she adjusted her pack.The mare took off to Gondor, quickly, sensing her rider's seriousness.

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A rider, hooded and cloaked, rode apon a mare with a chestnut coat and a golden mane and tail. They galloped at a slower pace, enjoying the ride. Above, a white crow flew, as if almost racing the hooded rider and horse...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Two hooded figures sat inside the gates of Minas Tirith, both wearing dark blue cloaks covering there Elvish features. The two Elves, one male and one female, where cousins whom choose to stay behind and help the men reign in the 4th age of this world. One Elf, the female, was well known to most men and woman, for she fought in many battles near the fellowship, including the last one, or the greatest battle. She was friends with Elessar since childhood, where she meet him in Rivendell. Her dark sea-green eyes where always watching, they say, and her long brown hair was tied up on the sides of her head, in small braids, but the rest was left to flow freely. She was an warrior and was in service to Lady Galadriel, for a time. Her hood was down, showing her pointed ears.

Her compainion, cousin by relation, not only by race, had silver eyes and long light brown hair. He was also an warrior and was older than the Lady Elf, but he was just as friendly and as wise, but he still acted like a kid from time to time. He did not know as many people as she did, but there was one person they both knew very well.

The one they both knew very well was in fact a Ranger, one of the Duindain, a strong-hearted warrior with a piercing gaze, even though he had beautiful green eyes. He had kind of short, shaggy black hair style and he wore the close of a ranger and always had a bow on him. He also said in Minas Tirith at this time and came riding on his steed over to the two Elves as the sun came in shinning through the clouds that filled the afternoon sky. Minas Tirith was an beautiful place at the moment, but fearfully to say, will not stay that way for long.

(woo...sorry for such an long post...)

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There were other elves still in Minas Tirith, some not so secretive as the two that sat by the gate. One of them, a slender female with glittering silver hair, moved swiftly through the streets, dark cloak swirling behind her. Wisps of her hair, escaped from its intricate affixation, floated like strands of quicksilver on the breeze. She stopped at the inner gate, her fingertips resting on the stone wall, and watched the other two.

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Three other elves, all dusty and travel-stained, entered the gates of the city, leading their tired mounts as quickly as was humanely possible. Once inside the city streets, the tallest of the three, an ellon with closely-cropped blond hair, took the reins of the other two horses and stated he would meet up with the other two, both elleths, after taking the horses to the stables. Neither of the elleths argued with this arrangement, but instead continued on their way down the street, trying not to seem too out of place.

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The two Elves which where first at the gate where named Turwaithiel and Handion. The ranger's name was Elboron and he was the first to noticed more Elves enter the city. "My friends..." He said, leaning towards the two Elves whom where talking with an gaurd standing near them. "Your race has more staying behing than you thought, mellons." He said, causing Tur to look up. Handion smiled at the guard and watched him leave before he looked up. "Um...this is surprising, isn't it?" Tur only nodded.

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{ ok, I'm quite new here, and if it's all right with you people, I'd like to join. I don't have a full bio. yet, (only been here a day) but I'll post what I have.

Name: Talathion
Meaning: Of the Land
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf (not really sure what the differances are)
Age: unknown
Famaly: has never know father and mother
Married?:No
Children?:No
Weapons:an Elven long sword and always has three Elven throwing knifes on him. keeps a bandolier of Knifes on his horse.

Animals: black steed named Revion
Basic clothing: wears a mithril coat under a greenish gray tunice and dark drown leggings. also has a green cloak theat blands in with his suroundings.

Appearance: stands 6'1", has light brown, shoulder legth hair, and very blue eyes.

History: his father and mother were killed by orcs, and it is not known if he has any siblings. he has been a wanderer most of his life, and his clothes are condusive to hiding in the woods. his wood craft is unmached,. he has always been free, but quietly giving a helping (and unseen) hand to anyone in need. he is a skilled swordsmen, and can throw a knife two hundread paces and hit his mark. }



A lone Rider sat his black horse outside the gate under a tree, his stillness cousing him to blend with it. he watched the small group at the gate, and noticed with a little supprise that most of them were elves.

Galloping with speed that would rival a normal horse, the daughter of Shadowfax quickly made her ways over the plains. Elenanna knew it would take her three or four days until she arrived at Minas Tirith, and with what she had found out so far from Elessar, made her a bit tense, and wary for any orcs or goblins.

Her hood fell off, revealing the silver-colored hair. Sighing, she reached back and pulled it back over. her head. She couldn't risk being recognized, especially by the orcs and goblins, if she was a target of this new evil,. which she most likely was, seeing as she had been a vital part of the war.

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Tur sighed again and said, "Evil times are coming again, mellon. I do not like the stiffness of the people." Handion only nodded.

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