A snatch on conversation caught Ilberic's ear where he stood, holding Bill's halter and feeling utterly lost. "...this is the Second Fellowship..."

The hobbit turned to look incredulously at what was now a small troop of people, half or more of them Elven. "You're the Second Fellowship?" he piped over the noise, struggling through the crowd to them.

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Verya turned and smiled at the newcomer. She was surprised to see that he was a halfling. "Yes," she said, "I'm Verya."

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Thor turned around as he heard another new voice. Too many new faces were around him right now and he felt rather uncomfortable. He nodded to the newcomer, just confirming Verya's words "That is right. We're all in. Welcome." he paused and looked around trying to check the correct number "And you might be the last of the companions."

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..::If you touch me I won't break, don't think of me that way::..

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(Can I still join? Here's my profile:

Name: Lahiriel
Race: Elf
Age: 2021
Parents: Isindar (father) Calmetha (mother)
Siblings: Neresa (twin sister)
Appearance: Tall, thin, wavy black hair, emerald-green eyes.
Weapons: Sword, bow.
History: Born in Mirkwood to the brother of the King Thranduil, Lahmiriel was raised in consideradable wealth. When the darkness took Mirkwood, her family fled to the safe-haven of Lorien. It was there that they found shelter for two hundred years before they returned to Mirkwood. But she had come to love Lorien and remained.
Magical abilities: She is an expert healer and can do minor things [i.e. start fires, explode or set fire to various small objects.]
Anything else?: Nope ^_^)

Where are we? (I hope I'm not slowing you down too much... )

((I know, isnt he shmexy!!)

Dark watched the newcomer, he was a Hobbit. A Hobbit...
"Excuse me, are you indeed part of the Fellowship?" She asked Ilberic.

Lahiriel glanced around uncomfortably, her eyes skimming over the many faces around her, waiting for someone to speak to her.

Ilberic looked confused by this for a moment. "The Second Fellowship," he corrected brightly, pony snuffling at his brown curls. "Yes, m'lady."

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Lahiriel hoped silently that she had not come too late. Her uncle had sent her on Mirkwood's behalf and now she feared she had come too late. She took a deep breath and approached Iberic. "Who must I ask to join this Fellowship?" she inquired.

"Ilberic Brandybuck, m'lady," persisted the hobbit cheerily, unaware that his presence might be unusual in any way. "M'cousin, Merry, was with the first Fellowship," he added. "Good fellow, Merry. D'you know him?"

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Verya raised her eyebrows. "Meriadoc Brandybuck is your cousin?" she asked with a smile, "I have heard of him." She was a little surprised at seeing the hobbit, but it had been proven in the first Fellowship that hobbits could be very brave and valiant.

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Lahiriel glanced up in recognition of the name. "Meriadoc Brandybuck, did you say? He was a friend of my cousin Legolas." she smiled. "It is an honour to meet a relative of such a fine hobbit. I have met him myself on occasion."

"Oh aye, he mentioned an elf lady," said Ilberic, with an infectious grin. "Though I bet you Merry never saw so many," he added wide-eyed, looking at them all.

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Lahiriel chuckled. "I am honoured that he remembered me." She glanced around at the others. There were indeed many of her kin about.

"I have a sword!" said Ilberic brightly, drawing his. It was really little more than a glorified dagger, but to the hobbit it was respectably large. "Yours looks sharper than mine, though," he added, peering at the one Dark held. "Where'd you get it?"

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