Maethoriel has another bio. -points- She also has her dwarf, Grair.

*realizes she must be VERY tired from mixing everything up*

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Don't worry about it. ^_^

Who would like to be the ringbearer?

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... Okai, Julie would lose the ring, and Aradan would probably think that he was too rich for such things and throw it away.

So I vote not one of my characters.

Abagail is a snobby movie actress.. probably no.

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If no one else claims it, I can let Julie be the ringbearer. But I can't let Aradan take it. He'll seriously throw it away. >.<

We could probably just start rping and see where iti goes... since this whole rp is going to be pretty random anyway.

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Haha. xD True.

Alright.. I am writing the first post now.

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Maeth is not allowed to have the ring. The whole world would be completely doomed. *shakes head* She's not a very trustworthy character and so Grair can't have the ring either because Maeth would try and probably succeed in taking it from him.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Our list of characters who.. can have.. the ring is growing slim.

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Thud.

Abagail Sims lay face down in the dirt with her arms spread out in front of her and her fingers clawng through the soil. She slowly hoisted herself up and grimmaced in disgust from the amount of newly made stains upon one of her more favorite outfits.

Sitting up, Abagail knew trying to wipe off the stains was hopeless. She would just have to throw away the shirt and thank God she bought two of them when she had the chance, not to say they were around 50 dollars a piece. She didn't care. That was penny pinching to Abagail Sims.

Yes. It is deemed true. Abagail is rich, filthy rich, and she enjoys and gloats every minute of it. This moment would be the first time dirt dared to come her way in close to five years, and, looking around niavely, Abagail feared dirt was to impress itself on her much more in the future.

What is this freaking place? Abagail thought to herself as she strolled unexpectally into Rivendell. Her face continued to make the most intricate and exaggerated expressions, as her profession taught her likewise, and her mind was flooded with terrifying and nightmarish thoughts of being lost and not being able to catch her favorite sitcom tonight with her little Pookey-Bear.

"Excuse me Sir," she finally asked someone who appeared to be quite a few inches taller than Abagail and was wearing one of the more pelicular outfits, "May you tell me exactly where I am?"

"Rivendell, my lady," the elf turned to look at Abagail and immediately showed a face of astonishment at her present state and attire, "I would assume you are here for the meeting."

'Sure, whatever, I just need to get out of here sooner than later. I have a premiere next week, which I would hate to miss," Abagail coughed sarcastically.

The elf backed his presence off a tad at Abagail's whatever comment. His mind was not able to compute such lingo, but, once Abagail was finished with her rant, he did try to refer back in her terms, "If you proceed forward to this meeting and do what you are assigned, you can head back and do what you like to refer to as..... whatever...."

"You are very helpful sir," Abagail kindly remarked, one of the fewer times, "if you may, may you tell me where this meeting is supposed to take place?" Not wanting to respond back, the elf casually pointed towards the council room and beckoned Abagail to leave immediately without saying a word.

Freak.. Abagail thought to herself as she trudged off towards the council room, I really hope all of the people here aren't as obscure as he appeared to be.

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"You're late," can a resounding voice from the other side of the council the moment after the entire membership was able to see Abagail walking towards them in her ninety dollar jeans and fifty dollar ruined blouse.

Abagail looked around the council in hopes of spotting someone that would at least make this place feel somewhat like home, but, after no person was found. She simply took the only available seat next to another pointy-eared freak, in her opinion, and settled herself in for the worst.

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Beralin sat upon his great steed as he heard the other rangers discussing the growing Evil that they had been tracking for a while. It seemed that this Evil came in various forms and were cunning, this was not a good sign for the Dunedain rangers. They were normally quick to pick up on the whereabouts of what they were tracking, but it had been weeks and they had found nothing.

"Have you heard, there is a council in Rivendell to discuss the growing danger our lands our under... one of us should go attend this council." One of the Rangers spoke and Beralin sighed.

"I'll do it..." He murmered from atop of Lithonen. He would take word from the Rangers to the council and be the representation of the Dunedain rangers, maybe with his help, they could all figure out what was going on.

It was a three days ride to Rivendell and upon reaching the council, he already saw that many people had come from all different races, elves, men, dwarves. They were all here. Sliding off his horse he handed him off to one of the stable hands before walking to an empty seat amongst strangers, awating the beginning of the council

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Blonde hair whipped around her face as she ran through the outer edge of Rivendell, she was a training healer in the realm and obviously one of the first elves to know of the council that was starting today. She planned on going, but one of the elves had come down with a sickness and she was required to help out the other healers to gather the appropriate plants, which was found on the outer edge of Rivendell's borders.

It took some time before the Elf was put into a peaceful summer, the fever having been broken. Once the house of healing was calmed down, Ryninial was allowed to leave. Pulling back her unruly blonde hair, she walked out in the courtyard where the council was to begin and took her seat in the circle of chairs next to a few familiar faces.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"Aramel mellon! How are you?" Ryninial smiled as she saw her friend calling her. Moving through many familiar friends and family members, she sat beside her life long friend Aramel, and beside Aramel was a girl in very strange clothing. Nothing like the style Rivendell had ever seen.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G