(( I will add couples once they are formed. Couples:
Beldak (C. Faramir) and Miriel (Will)
Revion (Star Gazer) and Alithia (me!)

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Yes, he is! lol

[-glomps Elenya- Yay ^^
Right.. then shall we start on Friday? And Will, I'll keep you posted on what happens ]

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I'll be single also, but, then, I am a hobbit.. so yeah.

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I would sorta expect that.

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It's Friday, and as promised here we go :

It's amazing how staring into fire calms your rage. The knowlege that anything will burn, and that the heat that comes off it is warmer than the colour staining your own cheeks.
With crossed legs, and a bitter smirk, the dark-haired elf rolled her eyes back into her head, and ignored the insult thrown at her by her jailors- She had spent so long with her own kin, that cruel words in the common speech had extracted themselves from her vocabulary.
The flames licked dangerously close to his legs, and silently she wished she had enough strength left to shove him into them.
Her arms ached from the tight bonds, and sorrowful, she glanced sideways along the line of captives.

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Alithia looked around, and catching the eye of a young woman held it for a moment then turned away. I bet no one has a story like mine on how they got captured. (Flash back thingy) She was galloping as fast as she could. " Hey you stop right there" a man yelled at the entrance of the town. She signaled Shadow ( Shadow Seeker was her horse but they took her when she was captured) and she jumped over a wagon rolled into the road to block her entrance. She galloped until she saw a small cottage in the distance, then spurred Shadow into the fastest gallop she could go. As she reached the house a man came running out. She slowed Shadow and handed him a message. His eyes widened as he read it.

Amari is captured, and is held prisoner at Dolgul Dur.
Come imidiatly. We need everyones help.


He looked back ,and seeing soldiers galloping toward them, ran to get his horse from the stables. When he came out he was mounted on a large boned throughbred. He galloped off, and Alithia followed. Later that night, while they stopped to camp they were attacked. A cold steel dagger was pushed to her neck from behind, and her mouth was gagged.
" You wouldn't want us to hurt her, would you?" A soldier asked the man ( that came with her).
" Leave her alone!" He yelled. Then lunged at the man holding her, but soldier was to fast. He unsheathed his sword and slit his throat. Alithia muffled a sob.
" He died an honorable death." The soldier sayed, mocking him. He dragged Alithia to a horse, " She would bring a fair price for a slave wouldn't she?" he asked the other soldiers. He made her mount the horse and tied up her hands tightly. " Bring her to the slavers." he told another soldier.

Alithia woke with a jump. It's just a dream. she reasured herself. but seeing the ropes still around her wrist she knew it wasn't. It was real.

(( wow that's the longest post I have ever made!))

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Revion rubbed his wrists, which were raw and bloody from the rope that had bound them, but had been removed only to be replaced with a metal collar around his neck. His selfish, money hungry owner sat just outside of knife range, unfortunately, and Revion kept silent, valuing his life more than some.

"You'd better do better with bouty, boy," Revion winced as the human called the ancient elf a 'boy'. "Or you'll end up swingin'." The elf cringed again. He had done all he could to seek out bounties for his weath seeking owner, but his best wasn't enough. It never would be enough. And the nuse seemed all too close for comfort. Resorting himself to getting a good rest, he lay down on his thin mattress and pillow, fingering the knife that was hidden under it.

"Oh, and you've got an interpretation tomarrow for the king." The human grunted across the room as he stuffed a large hunk of cheese into his mouth, no doubt making worse his already horrible breath. "And don't play games - that king of your's is comin'.... What do ya call 'im? Thradil? Thrarel?"

"Thranduil." Revion answered quickly.

"Yeah... That one. Anyway, he's comin. If you try to escape, you'll be gettin' the nuse. Along with anyone who helps ya. So be wary of your step, boy." Revion nodded silently, glaring at the man through wary, angry eyes, and then lay down to sleep.

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The flames of the fire reflected in Miriel's bright blue eyes. Unaware of the motion's of others around her she stared at the black earth. She clenched her teeth and didn't reacted on the comments of the men, she knew that words would only bring more trouble as usual. Her wrists were sore and her back ached of sitting long in the same position, but no complain came from her lips, because she knew things would get worse then.

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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Smiling sympatheticly, the elf nudged her friend and winked.
"Cheer up, love..."she whispered in elvish, the words flowing quietly between her lips, with a false cheerfulness "I'll get us out of this."
"Shush it over there!" called one of the men, and flicked a piece of his supper at her, narrowly missing her head, it landed a short distance behind her.
Watching the men give them both a warning glare, she lifted her head higher, and shifted her legs slightly, staring back with large, unyielding emerald orbs. Advertising her pride, like Rhan did, was not only defiant, but it also marked her out as a potentional trouble maker. -A marking well deserved.
"When are you going to feed us then?"she called back with a slight accent, alreadyy readiing herself for a blow.
Instead, the man just laughed, and rolled his eyes, pushing more food into his mouth."When you've earnt it, now be silent the lot of you!"

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Miriel smiled thankfully at her friend for her attempt to cheer her up. "I know you will." she whispered in the Elvish tongue, ignoring the man's order. "Because it's always me who get us into trouble." For a moment her eyes flickered mischievously, but then she shook her head, while she observed the men who had their supper and sometimes smirked at the captives. They had to wait and endure. Their time of escape would come later.

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It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Yeah, I know what you mean!
Kith ground his teeth as he fought the ropes that bound his hands. His wrists were bleeding heavily and his arms ached with the effort, bu he had set him mind to escaping. He'd escape if it ment tearing his arms off. There were others captured, for slavery no doubt. Kith had expierinced the pains of slavery, and knew it was not somthing he wanted to go back to. He had to escape.

(Who is the King of Gondor now?)

Ruth Ann murmured to herself at the fact that the guards had taken her sword, bow, arrows, knives, and small ax all away. She was bound, once again, tigher than the last time for sure.

It doen't really matter to Ruth Ann how she got there, just the way she had to escape. Thinking back over the situations that occured. Ruth Ann never recalled being captured. She only recalled falling asleep and waking up outside the city of Gondor. Ruth Ann didn't think much of it at first. The Gondorians knew her from her friendship with Aragorn and the long family history. However, once she felt her hands bound behind her back, Ruth Ann knew something was wrong.

In the city, Ruth Ann managed to espace twice from boundage. The first time she cut the ropes with her knife, managed to run through the city, had the soliders chase after her all around the city, and managed to get captured again shortly in front of the city gate. The second time, she slipped her tiny hands out of the iron chains, and she left right before being taken to the jail. However, once again, she was found. A local town member ratted her out.

"What to do?" Ruth Ann thought with her gears surely turning. Ruth Ann had been in situations like this before, and she got gotten out of most everyone of them. The others she was finally released from. Noticing a few other people in the cell with her, Ruth Ann called out, "Who is it?" as she casually started to slip her hands out of another bondage.

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In the morning, just as his owner had told him, Revion found himself inturpreting for Lord Thranduil in the kings court. Because not all that much translation was needed, Revion found himself simply standing there most of the time. Apparently, many of the elves had noticed the fact that he was wearing very long sleeves past his wrists, and a tall collar, to cover the red band of chaped skin around his neck. As he looked around at the other 'helpers' in the room, he was sure that they were also slaves. If only they could comunicate to the elvenking that they were being held captive...

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Raedoc twisted his arms against his bonds, staring into the fire, his teeth gritted. The fire reflected his inner anger, anger at being captured again. He had known captivity since he was a young man, and tried to escape many times. Each time he was recaptured, the anger and fire inside him grew hotter.
He glanced around at the captives near him, taking in their different reactions. Some seemed to be taking their bonds quietly, while other were fighting against them.

Ruth Ann managed to be able to slip off the rope after much twisting and turning of her hands. Then, after taking it off, she put them right back on. "I'm not going to fall for that," she thought and proceeding on trying to reengage the other people in the cell.

She looked over in the distance and saw a man in the distance who appeared to be in anguish, anxiety, and anger. Not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, Ruth Ann waiting for the man to turn his face and silently acknowledged him.

(Elenya, that's you.)

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