Ilberic looked slightly suspicious at this, but evidently decided to take the compliment at face value. "Thanks," he said, and sheathed it. His pony nibbled disinterestedly at the hobbit's brown curls and he turned to push him back.

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Lahiriel smiled. She self-consciously drew her own blade. It was long and curved slightly in the fashion of elven blades. She ran her fingers through the swirling script and mouthed the words, then brought her fingers to her lips and smiled. She resheathed her sword, and glanced at Ilberic. He greatly resembles his cousin Merry, she thought to herself, smiling wistfully.

ooc: Is it not too late for me to join? I've got two chars -

Name: Fhina Glassburough
Gender: Female
Race: Hobbit
Age:19
Looks: Long curly red hair, fair skin, and dazzling green eyes. She dresses like a tomboy, with a simple pale green tunic and brown pants that are a bit too big for her, held up by a sash around the waist. She's small, even for a hobbit, and slenderly built.
Personality: Fhina has a quick, bright sense of humor. She can become very shy if uncomfortable, and also has a quick temper.
Weapon: A small dagger, but she rarely uses it.

Name: Leuwynn Brogann (pronounced Lee-Ooh-Win)
Gender: Male
Race: Human (formally of Rohan)
Age:25
Looks: Shaggy dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a contagious smile. He wears a drak blue tunic under a jerkin of time-worn brown leather and black breeches.
Personality: Leuwynn (or Leu for short, as Fhina calls him) is a bit secluded. He is smart, and an excellent strategist. However, he hides a terrible feeling of grief and sorrow behind his smile. Also, he loves music, and carries a small harp in a leather case strapped across his back.
Weapon: Leu is more of a dreamer than a fighter. Howver, he still carries a solid wooden stave that he usually uses as a walking stick, a sling and stones, and of course, his weapon of choice, his fists.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(It's never too late! ^_^)

Lahiriel glanced over at the most recent arrival.
"Mae govannen." she said softly.

"He'll never let you stop now, you know," warned Ilberic, detaching his pony's teeth from his brown curls. "Name's Bill, after his sire."

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Lahiriel smiled upon hearing the name. "A wonderful pony, Bill was. Or so I was told."

Lahiriel laughed as her own mount nudged her jealously as he noticed the attention granted to Bill. She stroked the horse's nose and ran her fingers along his star, smiling wistfully as she waited for someone to speak.

Not far from where the group that made up the Second Fellowship was congrigated, two travelers came wandering down the path towards them. One was a man, average in stature, with a sober look on his face. The long strides of his booted feet carried him along much faster then the bare feet of his much smaller companion, a young hobbit girl. She skittered after him like an overly excited puppy.
"Slow down, Leu!" she called, stumbling slightly, but her friend paid her no heed. He was obviously in another one of his famously bad moods.
"Why don't you speed up?" he challenged grumpily, though he did walk a bit slower.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Lahiriel heard oncoming voices and turned her head in the direction of the sound. She smiled as she saw the hobbit and man.

Leuwynn stopped in his tracks, staring doubtfully at the group. At the abrupt stop, the hobbit lass, Fhina, bumped into the back of his leg and fell back with a soft "Umph!".
"Stars above, what's the matter with you?" she scolded him, rising to her feet and dusting herself off. Quieter, she added, "They're only travellers, no doubt, just like you'n I."
"I don't like the look of 'em," Leu whispered to her, "'Specially that one." With a subtle nod, he indicated Dark. "Don't know who you can trust now'days."
Fhina paid no attention to him and strode boldly forward to meet the others. "H'llo," she greeted cheerily.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Lahiriel smiled again. "Hello. What might your name be?"

"M'name's Fhina Glassburough, 'n that grumpy young sir o'er there is Leuwynn," she replied obligingly.
Leuwynn nodded. "Who're you?" he asked Lahiriel.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

"I am Lahiriel of Mirkwood, Lady Fhina. It is an honour to meet you." Lahiriel said, bowing her head.