Dark nodded a greeting to the stranger, her black boots tapping slightly, waiting, waiting for anyone she might recognize.

*she watches him ride the the inn throught the large window looking out to the back. he looks ragged as always ... like a ranger should*she thinks to herself and smiles a little* Waiting for him to enter the inn form the stables he comes throught the door and She looks at him still standing by the window*
*Those Wineglass-green eyes, that he loves so much, stares at him waiting for him to come to her. the light from the Window making her dress look more white. Her long wavy hair falling over one shoulder and her hand resting onthe widow still*

Suilaid Rana *slowly curties*

Halrohir's eyes scan the hall, looking for his friends and fellows. Gothien, he sees first, smiling to her in greeting.

"Hello, Lifebearer", he salutes her. "And how fares Niphredil this day?"

He also sees the long-legged dark newcomer, one he does not recognize yet. A nod in that direction gives courteous welcome.

And then, he sees her. A cascade of dark hair framing a smiling face and the eyes of bottle-green he seeks. The saddlebag slung over one shoulder, he moves toward Lonann, his free arm open wide to embrace her, pulling her close.

"Mara aure, melima!" he says in reply to her courtly greeting, followed by a kiss on her forehead. "I hope you haven't been at this window all day, waiting for me?" He smiles into her eyes, happier now than he's been today.

"See here, at what I have brought", he says to Lonann as he places the saddlebags on the table. He watches Lonann's expression, as he produces a dagger of craftsmanship in an ornate leather sheath. "Captain Galafin has asked me to present you with this, as a token of gratitude, for your finding the great patch of athelas that is just now coming to bloom. He sends his greetings and wishes, along with this blade, for you."

As he enters the Inn her heart flutters making her stand up straighter* she smiles and as he kisses her in the overhead she leans into him

“I am well nin heru” she replies with the same manner as to an honored guest

He hands her the gift of Galafin and she does not know what to say. He wants me to have this Rana.. this is to great a gift for me..

she holds it in her hands examining it carefully

Halrohir smiled, pleased that Galafin's gift interested Lonann so much. His smile hid the thought in his mind, of the reason behind Lonann's formality. Was there something that was troubling her - she tended to be very serious when that occured. When the elf-woman was playful and mischievious, then he knew all was well. He was surprised at how quickly he had learned Lonannuniel, in all her moods and her ways - as if they had been friends, and more, for so much longer than the few seasons they had known each other.

Gothien, he also knew, she whom he called Lifebearer, in honor of her babe in arms. The child Niphredil had been a most welcome change in the atmosphere of the Forsaken Inn; since her arrival, all the inhabitants of the Inn had doted on the wee lass, and Halrohir had to confess to doting on her, as well.

The dark woman, though - a curious visitor, this. Most of the travelers and newcomers tended to keep to themselves, sitting in the darker corners and content to watching the byplay among the regulars there. And he would honor that choice with courtesy. He mused on the observation that, the longer one stayed and the more one became part of the community, the closer they tended to come to the great blazing warmth of the hearth.

Halrohir smiled once more. His days were filled with his riding across the downs, watching and keeping the peace; his evenings were spent by the hearth, a meal and a pint finished and ready, greeting the guests and travelers and filling the air with the stories that he would tell; his nights filled with warmth and rest at Lonann's side, drifting off to sleep to the rhythm of her heartbeat. His life was full, and complete, as good as the life of a Ranger could wish to be.

Umm... Tag isn't gone.... Is it?...

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

(no, but because of the trouble with it this most recent summer, a lot of the oldies stopped coming...)

-walks back inside the Inn. her dress Golden-white like that of summer time honey she walks her long dress floats with her movement and her long arms fix the Golden bow on the back of the dress near her hip. her dark, long wavy hair tied back with a golden ribbon and her wine-glass green eyes search the area.-

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~The Beloved A-U Gentlewoman ~

[I think I will send Elenya into the inn]

A tall woman enters the inn, her body covered with a brown cloak, the sleeves dirty and wet, the hood drawn into her face. She rubs her hands as she steps towards the fire, then she looks around and notices Lonannuniel. Her pale fingers pull the hood back, she smiles and says, her voice slightly harsh because of the cold outside: "Hello, my friend. It is nice to see someone familiar here." She bows her head and sits down.

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Suilaid Elenya *smiles* who have you been ?


*esgal, the wolf pup, lifts his head and looks up at elenya then lays his head back down between his front paws*

Will you tell me of Mordor, Elenya. I have not been there is so long now.. then again it wasnt to long ago.. what was it like for you?

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~The Beloved A-U Gentlewoman ~

*her eyes widen slightly as she remembers what happend, she looks at her and swallows*

I don't remember everything. It was... like a dream... or more like a nightmare. I thought they'd be "nice", well, they weren't... not at all.

They captured me, I had to work. Well, and I could flee... shortly before Mordor was destroyed.. .*smiles sadly*

You've also been there?

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*clears her throat looking down at the ground from her chair*

Yes I have been there.


(Im going to take a exerpt from my novel of lonannuniel, instead of re typing it.. its what I have so far of her life in mordor)


Ah, where to start. I was born in Mordor, Near the Sea of Nurnen. My people were slaves of Mordor. My mother being a dark elf, engulfed in the darkness. I find myself taking after my father. He was always a “light” elf. He would always tell me, when I was little, with his soft voice “Hebo estel” (have hope). My mother left us when I was young. (I heard after that that every man she was with she left for the next man that came along. I am glad I do not take after her.)

I was raised by my father. Therefore I was raised by a man and I was taught at a very young age how to respect. I only spoke when spoken to, and never looked anyone in the eyes, and worked from dawn to dusk.
There in my work and my loneliness I found myself. I found the person inside of me. I could not get enough of my imagination. Right before the sun set I would take myself for a walk watching it set beyond the rocky mountains. There in those Hills surrounding Nurnen I found my only friends to be myself, the roses growing thought the back rocks and my imagination. In My mind I would picture tales and images that my father told me before falling asleep. Of Grass and clean water, like water falls, and animals and so forth. But what I was most interested in were the tales of Stars. Oh, how the thought of Stars took over me! Also what caught my attention were the stories of Love.

When I got older I started thinking of freedom. All my imagination connected to freedom. For me that was the ultimate Goal. But at that time I was changing, changing into a woman. My father, though I didn’t know it then, taught me skills through all the stories and sometimes just talking to me. He taught me many other things I needed. Like how to survive on the wild! How to track and hunt, and the speech of the Elves outside of Mordor. He also taught me some magic. (still working on that part that he gave me)

When I was 16 I was taken away from him. I was taken along with all the of the women my own age ( that terrible day, that I try not to remember) From then on I was only called “breeder” along with everyone else with me. The women on Nurnen had one Purpose and that was to reproduce for the Dream of Morgoth.

After being tortured and Raped and stripped of my imagination. put into a cell until I gave birth. I bore a son. He was born I was malnourished so the baby was born unhealthy (to their standards) and because of that he was taken Right in front of my eyes , before I could hold him, screaming and crying, and he was fed to hungry orcs.

I thought I had lost all hope when they returned me back to Nurnen. I was meant to work in the fields. The first thing I did when I got back was to go home. And through all I’ve been through I was so drained of life. Finding my home a pile of wood and ash and my father’s dead body in all the rubble … I was silent. Reaching for my father’s cold hand, therein, was a note. It was for me; as if he knew I was coming home. Out in the back of you house was a little hole in the ground. There inside, like the note had said, was everything.

Seeing what lay in front of me in a small black table. A Black Cloak., all the knives and weapons of my fathers. Some food and a flask of clean water. But of al these things there were two objects with a note tied to them. My father was a blacksmith making weapons for Mordor. There in front of me there where two swords. Both of them being black steel, full tang and finely crafted as if my father used his elvish magic to make them … beautiful blades.

And there attached to then swords was a note tied on with black ribbon. The note read:
“Do it Daughter, Follow your heart and the stars”Then I looked to the Hills and the Sun was setting over the Roses on the Hilltops.

My hope was renewed.

My people were not watched very well for being Slaves. The only guards were the ones that protected t eh borders of our lands. If I ran away I would have to get past them … from there I did not know my trials. But it seemed that no matter what I did it would be better than my situation now. I set up all the things my father gave me and what used to be a map. The map only went to Ered Lithui (Ash Mountains) and from that point I did not know my future form there.

*clears her throat looking down at the ground from her chair*

Yes I have been there.


(Im going to take a exerpt from my novel of lonannuniel, instead of re typing it.. its what I have so far of her life in mordor)


Ah, where to start. I was born in Mordor, Near the Sea of Nurnen. My people were slaves of Mordor. My mother being a dark elf, engulfed in the darkness. I find myself taking after my father. He was always a “light” elf. He would always tell me, when I was little, with his soft voice “Hebo estel” (have hope). My mother left us when I was young. (I heard after that that every man she was with she left for the next man that came along. I am glad I do not take after her.)

I was raised by my father. Therefore I was raised by a man and I was taught at a very young age how to respect. I only spoke when spoken to, and never looked anyone in the eyes, and worked from dawn to dusk.
There in my work and my loneliness I found myself. I found the person inside of me. I could not get enough of my imagination. Right before the sun set I would take myself for a walk watching it set beyond the rocky mountains. There in those Hills surrounding Nurnen I found my only friends to be myself, the roses growing thought the back rocks and my imagination. In My mind I would picture tales and images that my father told me before falling asleep. Of Grass and clean water, like water falls, and animals and so forth. But what I was most interested in were the tales of Stars. Oh, how the thought of Stars took over me! Also what caught my attention were the stories of Love.

When I got older I started thinking of freedom. All my imagination connected to freedom. For me that was the ultimate Goal. But at that time I was changing, changing into a woman. My father, though I didn’t know it then, taught me skills through all the stories and sometimes just talking to me. He taught me many other things I needed. Like how to survive on the wild! How to track and hunt, and the speech of the Elves outside of Mordor. He also taught me some magic. (still working on that part that he gave me)

When I was 16 I was taken away from him. I was taken along with all the of the women my own age ( that terrible day, that I try not to remember) From then on I was only called “breeder” along with everyone else with me. The women on Nurnen had one Purpose and that was to reproduce for the Dream of Morgoth.

After being tortured and Raped and stripped of my imagination. put into a cell until I gave birth. I bore a son. He was born I was malnourished so the baby was born unhealthy (to their standards) and because of that he was taken Right in front of my eyes , before I could hold him, screaming and crying, and he was fed to hungry orcs.

I thought I had lost all hope when they returned me back to Nurnen. I was meant to work in the fields. The first thing I did when I got back was to go home. And through all I’ve been through I was so drained of life. Finding my home a pile of wood and ash and my father’s dead body in all the rubble … I was silent. Reaching for my father’s cold hand, therein, was a note. It was for me; as if he knew I was coming home. Out in the back of you house was a little hole in the ground. There inside, like the note had said, was everything.

Seeing what lay in front of me in a small black table. A Black Cloak., all the knives and weapons of my fathers. Some food and a flask of clean water. But of al these things there were two objects with a note tied to them. My father was a blacksmith making weapons for Mordor. There in front of me there where two swords. Both of them being black steel, full tang and finely crafted as if my father used his elvish magic to make them … beautiful blades.

And there attached to then swords was a note tied on with black ribbon. The note read:
“Do it Daughter, Follow your heart and the stars”Then I looked to the Hills and the Sun was setting over the Roses on the Hilltops.

My hope was renewed.

My people were not watched very well for being Slaves. The only guards were the ones that protected t eh borders of our lands. If I ran away I would have to get past them … from there I did not know my trials. But it seemed that no matter what I did it would be better than my situation now. I set up all the things my father gave me and what used to be a map. The map only went to Ered Lithui (Ash Mountains) and from that point I did not know my future form there.

(Would Arlenwa still know people that I have Rped with on the tag?)

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Thank you oh so much EA for the lovely sig! ^^

(sorry I dont kow why that posted a few times)

(and yes arlenwa for sure!!)