Rhayader smiled.
"Indeed."
He yawned loudly and blinked.
"Excuse me...I feel tired so much."

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"Well, then sleep," said Tindomerel, giving Rhayader a half, lop-sided smile, "It's good for you. You know I'll be right here if you need me."
She kissed him lightly on the lips, squeezing his hand in her own.

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Sig ll Moi

Rhayader yawned again and nodded.
"But I don't like leaving you to just sit there and look on. I enjoy talking to you..."
His eyes became heavier and he quickly opened them to look at her.

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"Trust me, Rhayader," said Tindomerel, "I do want to talk with you too, but you should rest...Look you're tired. Please try and sleep."
She did want to talk, but she knew he had to sleep if he was to get better sooner...

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Rhayader slowly nodded and let his head lean to one side and he gave in to the overwhelming urge to sleep.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Tindomerel smiled down at the sleeping Rhayader. She lightly kissed him, again. She stroked his cheek, tenderly, continuing to smile. She sat back up straight, squeezing his hand in her own.
Nimloth was asleep again, snorting loudly now and again.

((Sorry if I get hyper after this. Having coffee... ))

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Aemornion overheard the tension in the talk between Arinae and Corus while sharpening his sword. The white stone that he held was a part of the small sheath that was again a part of the lager one from the blade itself. His gaze drifted towards them and slight pained expression crossed his face but it soon tarried away. An impulse got kindled in his body to grab the dagger presented to Arinae by Corus and drive it into him for his silent torturing of the Rohirrim leader.

With a silent curse to himself he returned his gaze to the shimmering blade while the two debaters broke up and left each to their side.

Aemornion raised his gaze towards the Rohirim lady while resting the blade over his lap. He beheld fragile strength in her, but it was strength not many men carry. He remained silent not wishing to disturb her thoughts as he begun to grease the blade.

[Apologies for not being very active, very busy week and dont spend much time online. I hope you understand all...]

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*waits for now*

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Surely none of you guys can give me a brief summary what is going on?

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[Greetings FrostLord!
Indeed, this is a 4th age RP (some 30-40 years after the War of the Ring) and the temporary plot is located in Rohan, Helm's Deep to be most precise. Considering the enemy layout we got orcs and the Dundelings (wild men that believe the Rochirrim took their lands). Since we wish to keep this RP as real as possible I believe its very uncommon for the Easterlings to arrive to Rohan since they have to travel throughout whole Gondor and that is mostly unlikely.
You are very welcome indeed to participate as a friend or an enemy alike, the choices are big. But I would highly advise you that you read through the threads so you get the general layout of the situation and stick to the rules. The final OK will give you Silmarwen Idril who is the maker of this RP, but unfortunately she is ill and cant come online so frequently. Hopefully she will recover within a few days.]

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*waits*

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Ok, I have been reading the first 68 pages or so and I think I got the gliss of it. So you guys are in Helm's Deep going to attack the keep because it is under the controls of Orcs and Dunlandings. Does any one have any problems with me being an Easterling who was forced to leave his tribe and came upon the current characters? Because if you do, I can change to Gondor or something like that.


As none yet has objected.....btw, I'm really sorry for just jumping in like that, I'll try to fit in.

Name: Khamdul
Race: Easterling
Age: around 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Unlike what is common for his race, he has slightly tanned skin. Brown eyes, Dark short hair. Wear the usual Easterling armor you see in the LOTR movies with a cloak and hood but the helmet is without the two crests
Weapons: Lost his halbred, so now has a scimtar with the Easterling snake on it. Also has two knives.
Personality: Appeals to strong emotion like pity, otherwise cold
Animal: A horse that his tribe took from the men of Dale I guess Unlike his tribe, Khamdul cared for his horse and called him Bedian.
History: Khamdul was part of a fairly large Easterling tribe that survived the War of the Ring. During a tribal raid, Khamdul couldn't bear to kill a woman in the camp they were attacking. As a result, Khamdul was banished from his tribe, never to return. However the tribe decided rather than banish the boy, to kill him. So now Khamdul, with Bedian, have been fleeing for their lives. He remembered someone in his tribe talking about Saruman and Isengard so he went there. Finding no one but Ents (I guess that's appriorate), he moved on. He found a group of Wild Men of Dunland and joined them. But once again his cold heart melted again, this time he saved a group of children in a burning house during a raid. Fearing their wrath, Khamdul fled. But the Wild Men, with the Orcs, found him off in a distance. They fired arrows at him and he was hit critically. Thinking he was dead, the Wild Men left him where he was. Khamdul now desperately looks for a place where he can stay without fear of danger.

I'll leave this as it is and later I will begin particapating, after, of course, you guys approve it.

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^/^^ Thanks to tulk.

(*stares dully at the screen* Oiy.... too much catching up to do in one day.... *coughs up a storm then falls over* Me sleep.... will try tomorrow...)

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Khamdul leaned forward on his horse, breathing hard. He had an arrowhead in his torso. Most unfortutately, the arrow didn't hit any vital organs. In the distance, he saw the signs of a camp. Hoping against hope that the camp would be friendly to him, he whispered to Bedian, "To the camp, forward" in his native tongue. Berdian trotted towards the camp, while Khamdul tried desperately to cling on his consciousness. He couldn't. After the horse was within a few yards of the camp, Khamdul passed out and fell out of his horse. Berdian slowed to a walk. dragging his master.

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(is that our camp or the enemy camp? sorry if this is a stupid question)

*waits*

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