Lilaine began to get worried. " are we in some kind of danger?"

Maralyn pursed her lips together. Although she was worried, she was trying to keep a calm air about her. "I don't know," she murmured, pushing a strand of black hair behind one ear. "Perhaps we can sort everything out at my brother's house." She departed from the inn and began making her way back to her brother's house, thoughts racing through her head. Where was Bennardion? Was he hurt? Had evil managed to penetrate the already-weak barriers of Imladris?
Things were not looking bright.

[[Heh...this is fun. ^^ No offense, but do you think you can post longer posts? All it needs to be is at least 5 sentances. *shrug*]]

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(lol sure i can =D) Lilaine followed maralyn, she knew maralyn was trying to keep a strong calmness about her, but it really wasn't working. "Maralyn i'm sure everythings ok, maybe the inn keeper just went to bed early or is sick or something." Lilaine was scared too but also tired to be calm.

"I certainly hope that is the case; I would hate for something to happen to him." By now they had reached Taranu's house. Maralyn fumbled with theh door for a moment, the opened it quietly. "The children are sleeping upstairs, so we must take care to be silent," she whispered, motioning for Lilaine to enter.

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Lilaine walked in, nodding at what she had just said. " will your brother know what to do?" Lilaine waited for Maralyn to show her the way through the house.

(how old is Maralyn?)

[[She's around 3,000 years old...nobody knows her exact age. ]]

Maralyn unclasped her cloak from her throat and removed it, draping it over the back of a chair. "I do not know; although he may know something. He pays more attention to these things than I." The she-elf ran a hand through her hair, apparently distracted by her own thoughts.

[[After you reply one more time, I think we should stop posting until Meldawen and Este get caught up. They're far behind. *blink*]]

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Lilaine looked around the well fernished room. the house was altogether lovely. "has something like this happend before?" Lilaine said. " this is all new to me. lothoreion (gah i spelled it wrong) was difrent after galadreal ( ok i'm not that great of a speller just to warn you) left but the city was never not safe."

As the dusk grew deeper, the silverhaired elf emerged from a stable, minus her horse and plus a few bags and an unstrung bow with a quiver of arrows. She seemed alone, which was odd, as usually when elves came to Rivendell groups of two or more were in order. Her dark green garb indicated that she was likely from Mirkwood.

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[:blink: Jeez, you people post fast!]

Vasa and Fearon left the warmth of the stable and walked towards their home, arm in arm. The night was fresh and calm, little lamps could be seen in the distance, flickering light from the houses of Imladris. Fearon pushed the door open and Vasa went in, removing her cloak and gloves. She and Fearon changed in to their evening wear, dinner would soon be served and it was custom to change in to something more delicate before dining. Once Vasa was dressed in a flowing gown and Fearon clad in traditional evening wear, they left their home and went towards the halls, where dinner would soon be served.

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"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(sry yall!)

A distant look passed over Maralyn's face. "I...I think something like this happened long ago, several years after I was born." The she-elf's voice had a distracted tone to it, as though she was thinking deeply.
A sudden noise from the stairwell caused her to look up. Her brother, Taranu, was standing with one hand on the rail, staring at his older sister and her guest. "Who is this?" he asked, motioning to Lilaine. He looked surprised. Maralyn gave him a slight smile. "This is Lilaine, from Lothlorien. I hope you don't mind if she stays here for awhile. The inn is apparently deserted."
Taranu's face became distorted with shock. "Bennardion never leaves the inn."
Maralyn shrugged. "He is gone. I was hoping you knew something of this."
Taranu slowly shook his head, then looked at Lilaine. "My wife and I were about to depart to the halls for dinner...would you two care to join us?"

[[Sorry if we posted too much; I have a bad habit of getting carried away in RPs. <_<]]

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(is there anyway i can join? I'll post my bio to you, maralyn.)

One Elf, a tall see-green eyed She-Elf known as Turwaithiel, stood in the dinning hall, her face tear-struck after the leaving ceremony which she chose to stay behind. She wore a long blue cloak and her white hawk was resting on her shoulder. She stroked his feathers softly as she heard footsteps coming down, yet she didn't move.

Turwaithiel served the King of Gondor, by order of the Lord of the Elves. She was worried not only of being the only family member of her line left in Middle-Earth, but of the new terror rising in the east. The King was worried and she knew she would be called out of here soon...she feared that blood would be spilt on the ground again. "All to soon." She muttered.

Tur was heavily armed, as always, and a known She-fighter among men and Elves. She wasn't content of being the scared female left behind. She turned to face the people that came into the dinning hall.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Lilaine bowed her head twards the brother of Maralyn. " very nice to meet you sir." she was younger then maralyn and her brother. when they were walking twards the dining hall she saw the young she-elf sitting at the table with a tear stained face. she wondered what could be the matter.

(yay!!! thank you for posting!!!)

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

( haha ur welcome. )

[[w00t! I was wondering when you'd post. ]]

Taranu, Lhunanwyn, his wife, Maralyn, and Lilaine entered the dining hall, all sorts of tantalizing smells wafting out to greet them. While Taranu assisted his wife in sitting down, Maralyn followed Lilaine's gaze to the she-elf in the corner. "She has been grieved this day," Maralyn said slowly, a faint sigh escaping her lips.

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