Arinae rallied the men on the outskirting camp then turned to face Jax. "Lead this group in an arrowhead form, splitting a small section of the orc force, then fight it from there, causing enough ruckus and chaos to draw the attention of the others... feign a let down of gaurd on the northeast side of your force, then when the enemy jumps at it, turn the attention, then after a while of battle pull back.... leave no man behind, my friend..." She nodded her head firmly and waved them on with a salute of her sword, though awkwardly left handed.

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(*mutters* Since no one really started the battle I shall....)

As instructed, the group of Rohirrim men delved into the northwest end of the enemy, causing a skirmish, which drew attention away from the eastward end. Arinae watched in the dim light of morning as Rhayader and Stardance clung to the shadows and easily slipped through the disrupted lines.

"Now all that leaves to be done is the men to return to camp safely and Rhayader to reach the beacon on time..." Arinae murmured to herself.

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Jax nodded to Arinae and headed off with the group of men to attack.

The battle came quickly, confusing the orcs. Jax jumped off and began whacking away at the enemy.

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Rhayader waited for his chance. The orcs closest to him heard the conflict and began to run to the scuffel. Rhayader kicked the horse forward. It galloped fast towards the enemy lines and as he raced through some of the trailing orcs turned and gave chase. A few got in his way but were easy cut down.
He turned his head back and smiled at them.
"Too easy..."
He pushed the horse onwards toward the beacon.

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Jax fought with all his strength, knowing he would not have to save any for a long batle. Throwing orcs tot he ground, cutting them down, and fighting fiercly.

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The sun was setting and slowly the darkness of the day crept in from the east as Aemornion passed the tunnel leading to the final 7th level. Slowly he walked towards the White Tower where the king had his throne. His eyes remained for a while on the blossoming white tree by the fountain well protected by tall guards. He inclined his head towards them as he passed by for some of them he knew in person. He continued to walk on the white marble paved courts and was just about to step on the first few steps of the tower when he saw a tall figure approach from the royal houses...

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Arinae watched the battle and sent a scout to give the signal for them to pull back before damage was done to the riders. She sat silently, while the sun set and the light grew dim, her gaze now focused towards where the light of the beacon would be seen. "Speed, Stardance, run as you have never before...." she murmured quietly.

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"Milord!" exclamied Aemornion. He turned to face the tall and strong figure and saluted firmly in the military fashion.
"At ease captain..." said Elessar with a smile formed on his chisled but noble face. "...and welcome home."
"Thank you, milord" Aemornion inclined his head respectfully also returning a smile to the kind gesture. After that he presented the booklet to the king. "The report, as promised"
The king nodded and took the booklet "Thank you indeed, but you could have brought it to me tomorrow since I know you are far from rested and crave for some sleep." said Elessar "But i remark your vigilance towards percision as always" he cast another smile. "Come now, join me in a walk through the courts, I would hold it a generous gesture if you spent some time telling me how the battles passed in person. But I also can give you free leave if you wish. The choice is yours"
Aemornion nodded "I will join you milord, since the day is almost spent and it will ease my heart to walk burdenless among these fair courts" With that he clasped his hands on the back as they walked slowly towards the northern gardens.

(come on, get those beacons alit before he falls asleep *chuckles*)

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(I'm trying.... *murmurs* *pokes Malrid* << )

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Rhayader rode toward Edoras with great hast. As he galloped through the gates he leaped off the horse and continued up toward the Golden Hall. The guards tried to stop him but Rhayader barged his way through and strode up to the king. He knelt down before him as the guards ran after him with swords drawn. One guard held his sword to Rhayader's neck.
The king looked at him with a raised eyebrow and waved the guards away. They looked at him slightly confused but backed off slowly.
"My lord Eomer, I come from the troops outside Helms Deep where we have the last remaining orcs traped, or so we thought. A large host has encirced our camp, lives were lost to help me break through so that I may speak to you."
Eomer looked at the ranger and nodded.
"Stand and tell me more."
Rhayader stood and glanced at the guards.
"My lord, Airnae who commands our force requests any help you can offer."
Eomer sighed.
"I have provided her with all I can, Edoras is barely protected as it is. All I have here are my own personal guards."
"Then light the beacons my lord, I hail from Gondor, if you light the beacons my king will come to your aid."
Eomer pondered for a moment.
"The situation has become dire indeed. Give the ranger a letter addressing the beacon guards with my seal."
A man hurried ran off into a room and came out with a rolled parchment. He gave it to Rhayader.
"Ranger go with hast, you do not have much time."
Rhayader nodded and ran out of the Golden Hall to Stardance. He leaped on and sent the horse into a gallop.

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(*twitch mutter twitch* You're leaving Aemorn to RP by himself >< *points to rule number 5* Please light the beacons..... )

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[ just a small remark for Malrid; all beacons have guards posted around them and they can be only lit by the kings authority. So if we wish to keep this real, you need to go first to Meduseld to get the clear "Aye" from the king and after that storm towards the 1st beacon located in Eastfold on the mountain Halifirien with a scroll signed by the king for lighting them. Offcourse this is just my point of view, if you dislike it, ignore my ramblings... ]

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(o.o *twitch* >< I am so ill knowledged about that..... Thank you Aemorn.... *shoves Malrid towards Edoras* >< *mumble mumble* )

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[*chuckles* Dont worry... we can say he already was in Edoras and got the scroll, but its your call Silm, you make the decision how you wish to play it out *smiles* And dont stress yourself over it so much....]

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(There changed it totaly)

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[Aye... good, very good!]

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