A galloping mount swiftly stepped over the branches as it raced along the dusty road. It tossed its head, it's fine silver mane seeming to glow from the sunlight streaming through the trees. It's rider, a hooded figure, pressed her legs on it's side, thus forcing it to go faster. She had been ordered to go with the Dûnedain to the north, but had been delayed a few days, due to a funeral which she had to attend in Ithilen.

Her hood, forced by the wind, was pulled off her face, revealing her pale and slender face. Annoyed, she shook her silver hair out of her face, and focused on the road ahead. Her silver orbs held nothing but seriousness in them, and she seemed much older than her physical appearance did. She slowed her mare down to a canter to give the mare a small break, since they'd been on the road even before dawn. "Where are you?" she muttered in Elvish, a bit annoyed that the Dûnedain were at least a few leagues away...or so she thought.

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(Sure Haldir! We'll be keeping this one slow, so you should hopefully be able to keep up. Where will your character be located? There is now a forth choice, which is near Elegost, his son, and Elenanna... oh by the way, great starter guys!!)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Oh thank you! I'll try to keep up *swears big time to do so* I'll be with Dhodrimme)


Delrith woke up, angry that his dark dreams of late kept him from getting any really good sleep. "Uugh...", he looked around. "Where is Ukyo?", he said frantically, trying to see if he could find his horse. He got up, rubbing his forehead. "Ah...need to fix that...". He then saw Dhodrimme. "Have you seen Ukyo, my horse? He seems to have gone missing again...as usual.", he said with an annoyed tone. He really didn't know how he came to be with Dhodrimme in the first place, but he felt that there was something about her that made him want to stay and help, even though Tiberoa was calling him home. He smiled sheepishly and picked up his things.

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Everytime you make a one word post...a cactus dies

(*cough* *points to rules* Please, no one-liners... I might even create a "two post a day" limit or something more drastic once we start forward, so larger posts are a must... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

K, dear, it just looks bigger when I write it...*laughs nervously*

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Everytime you make a one word post...a cactus dies

(But it was only one sentence...)

(*groan* *sobs and bangs head* So much work, so much work... and I can’t even relax and enjoy myself because everybody left by the time I was able to get on for a decent amount of time... *bangs head some more* Dangit... )

In Carn Dum, the dark sorcerer gathered to him his closest followers, the captains of the armies who had remained near him, consisting of only a few mortal men, the others goblin half-breeds though they did little for the intelligence of the crowd. After a brief council, a decision was made, and a message was sent by way of a large raven to Naznor’s forces who had besieged Fornost, the carefully written runes placed on a small parchment and tied against the bird’s leg. The Raven took flight from the height of Naznor’s dwelling, but the eyes of another were watching...

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Dhodrimme watched keenly from the distance as a dark shape took flight, and she glanced at Sagen who remained beside her, giving the boy a chance to identify and asses the situation at hand.

Sagen shielded his eyes with his hand, watching the bird carefully. “A Raven! A messenger bird if I guess correctly,” he spoke firmly and surely, though keeping his voice low, as each step took them closer to the dark dwelling, and the risk of being witnessed and pursued by watchers was high.

Dhodrimme smiled and nodded, a proud glimmer in her eyes as she approved of his evaluation. “Very good,” she murmured, as she gave her left arm a gentle toss, the falcon having rested upon it for the time being. “Go, Saenae, the prey awaits the predator...” The falcon took flight and swiftly, with grace and strength, flew far above the retreating raven, and dove down upon it, extending her talons in anticipation of the pursued quarry being captured.

The two birds, nearly of equal size, as the raven was of large proportions, plummeted towards the earthen floor, falling head over tail through the thin air that would have held them had their wings come into use. Finally the falcon won over, and her talons held firm to the dark bird, while her wings spread wide in attempt to slow her fall. She came to glide quite near the two who awaited the results, and landing on the ground, the falcon relinquished her prey and waited patiently for her mistress while preening her ruffled feathers.

Dhodrimme leapt down from Shavain, her mare, and immediately pulled the tied parchment from the leg of the large raven, though to her dismay, much of what had been written was stained with the dark crimson blood of the bird, and also the runes were hard to decipher, though her memory would recall them if she had but time to sit and ponder over it.

“We shall find a safer place to camp before I read this,” she murmured to Sagen, pulling herself again onto the mare. Sagen nodded, glancing to the falcon before turning his gaze to his mother. “May I handle Saenae for a while?” Distracted, Dhodrimme took a moment to respond, but when she did, she nodded with a gentle smile. “Of course, dear Sagen... but let her remain to consume a well earned reward, then when she returns to us, you may be her caretaker for a few days.” With those words, she gave a motion with her hand to Saenae, and the falcon returned to her prey while the mother and her son continued on to seek a safer location to spend the dark night.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

[Greetings Haldir! Glad you could join in!

However I do have certain opinions regarding the first post. In my view I would like to keep this RP as close to the original Tolkien's world as possible so the usage of non-existent places such as the mentioned Tiberoa. I would replace with some of those that we know and are certainly included in the entire history of Middle-Earth.

I would also advise the usage of more Tolkeinistic names derived from either Quenya or Sindarin languages, I don't say I have anything against your name, its just it leaves me a bit of an....anime taste in my mouth *smiles slightly*

I hope I didn't scare you away with my words, you're a great RP'er, its just I have certain criterieas i like to follow *smiles*

I will post later on, busy as usual...]

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

(owh... *bangs head* didn't see Haldir's edited post.... could you please post again after me? *nervous smile* Bad day yesterday... I apologize...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

A new character! I think it will be really odd considering I've only used Eomi..but oh well!
<br>Ethalinia of the Houses of Healing<br>

Age: 21<br>

Appearance: Long black hair that she normally wears up in a comb, expressive hazel eyes, and a pale complexion. <br>

Clothing: A long greyish blue dress normally worn by healers, sandals that tie around her shins. She wears a belt of grey rope, hanging from it is a small leather satchel that she keeps for herbs.<br>

Characteristics: Shy, quiet, but smart and caring.<br>

History: The grand-daughter of Ioreth, the Healer that assisted King Elessar in the Houses of Healing, she grew up among herbs, potions, and the gardens.<br>
As a young girl her days were spent with her grandmother. She could often be seen dashing about on errands for her, and helping the children of the City. She has never gone beyond the shadow of Minas Tirith. But when the soliders ride out to Angmar, her brother Handion among them as a foot solider she is sent with him to be a healer and to keep an eye out for her headstrong brother.

Aerana

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(*cough* Rule rule *points to rules* forgot something.... but other than that, your character sounds excellent ^^ )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

sorry! fixed it

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(*grins* ^^ Glad to have you with us!)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(better post this before Aem moves everyone *grins* and before I forget my new character's name)<br>
Ethalinia glanced around the city astride her mount. The clanking of armor and weapons of all kinds echoed through the walls. All those weapons, Ethalinia shuddered. She knew what wounds they could cause, even if she had never really seen such things first hand. <br>
"Are you just going to sit there Etha?" Her brother's voice shook her out of her thoughtful mood. Handion looked up at her from the ground. He gave a cocky smile. "Or do you need help getting down?" Ethalinia didn't say anything but quietly dismounted. Her brother shook his head and led her horse away leaving her standing in the midst of soldiers. <br>
(Please feel free to correct me...I'm always in need of an edit or two.)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Name: Altar

Age: 30

Race: Men

From: Gondor

Appearence: His Black short hair covered with a helmet and beard and moustache all over his face.Witty Green eyes he has.

History: He was born in Minas Trith, Gondor after War of the ring. Raised in a farm but with the discovery of his ability to use the sword. He has taken into the military and raised as a warrior and he has promoted the rank of commander this year. He did not have any tough quest requires his true swordsmanship.

Belongings: Armour, longsword, a dagger and a horn, shield also.

Personality: Annoying, witty, mysterious

Aerana(Does that mean anything??) I hope you could let me join.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

(^^ lol yes, it means "Law/order maker". Welcome to the RP! Hope you enjoy it!)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Altar took a message from the king that was ordered immediately to ride him for war with the available forces to Furnost.

At night, Altar took the command of Southern army by the order of the king. Army consists of 300 archers, 550 knights and at least 800 on foot soldiers were prepared for the battle and packed. 5 caravans will come with them that carries all the source of food. He made their way to Fornost. There was a lot way to be gone but he believed they could that.

"We are arriving to Furnost. We will ride day and night non stop so be sure that you have enough stocks because there is no stopping till we reach our destination." Altar mount his horse and gave a signal to make them walk. At the same time 1000 men's footsteps made a great sound. Altar knew that Angmar will strike soon so he has to move fastly and cautiously. He had at least five day marching where he is located now.(Southern Gondor to Furnost)

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th