"I have been well." She returned the hug of her dark-haired friend. Glad to be able to see her after what seemed like ages and ages. Settling back in the rather comfortable council chairs she shrugged her shoulders. "The healing houses have been dreadful lately... I have never seen so many injuries and illnesses in a long time, I fear the reason for this" Ryninial sighed as she looked around the council, catching sight of her human friend Beralin who was talking with some of the elves beside him.

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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

"Aradan! Let go of me!" Julie wrenched her arm away from Aradan's grip. She scurried forward to pull Aidan away from the water. Aradan frowned.

"Julie, why did you bring the dog?" his tone suggested that he thought she was insane.

"Aidan is not a dog. He's a wolf." she straightened up and nudged Aidan with her toe. The wolf whimpered a little, but licked her hand and kept trotting forward.

"He's a mutt, that's what he is." Aradan muttered, following Aidan with his eyes. "Not that you're going to give me a sufficient answer, but where are we going, anyway?" he blew a small ring of smoke into the air. Julie sighed, running her hand through her dark red hair.

"I don't know. Some Council... meeting... thing. We're almost there. It's in Rivendell." she ducked underneath the branch of a tree, pulling her skirts along with her.

"Ah, we get to mess with the pointy-ear'd pretty boys, eh? Do we even know why we're at this meeting?" he leaned against a tree trunk, watching her in evident amusement. Julie started to straightened up, and succeeded in tangling her hair into a mass of leaves.

"I... I don't... know. Maybe they're having a party." she grunted in pain as she tried to untangle herself. Aradan smirked, then yanked her out from under the tree.

"OW!" she whined, and rewarded him for his conduct with a kick in the shin. Aradan raised his eyebrow, unfazed by this gesture.

"If you weren't such a bloody klutz, then I wouldn't have to give you pain now, would I?"

Julie made an angry noise and stomped ahead, her eyes narrowed. Aradan chuckled lightly and pulled his hood back over his eyes as he followed her through the thicket of trees.

"It's like I walked into Mexico, a very evil and demented Mexico," Abagail muttered to herself with a flawless Mr. Smith tone residing in her voice. She could not believe she was in some other world, neither did she like it.

Glancing around the council room, Abagail found that the pointy ears continued to give her the chills everytime her eyes gazed upon one. It got so bad at one point that Abagail deeply considered reaching over and covering the lady-elf's ear next to her, but, from trying to stay out of conversation and not to be noticed too much more than she was already, Abagail refrained herself from doing so and, instead, lept up to drag the main chair over in order to prop her legs up on it like a footstool.

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The half-Elf sat comfortably in her chair, nearly sprawled across it. Her feet dangled from one end, in her hand she held a small glass of green liquid that looked fairly illegal, if anyone could tell what it was.

She shot a grin towards the dwarf sitting next to her, his chair served as an extension of her own, her dangling feet resting on his armrest. The red-bearded dwarf made no comment, obviously use to the woman's antics. He simply shot what should have been a withering glare at the woman. Maethoriel responded in turn with a distinguishable bout of mad laughter.

Grair blinked and shook his head, he had given up. The woman grinned triumphantly until she had noticed that the dwarf was no longer in his seat.

"Grair?" She looked about expectantly, he could not have gone that far.

"Here lass." Came a voice from behind her, the sentence was punctuated by the dwarf giving the woman a harsh cuff on the ear, "Stop being stupid."

His point made the dwarf took his seat once more and watched the half-Elf sourly nurse her stinging ear.

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(Oh.. sorrry for not responding AE. That would be wonderful if your character could take it.)

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"Maeth!" Julie stepped out from behind the trees, her eyes wide with surprise when she saw her friend. "Grair!" her grin widened.
A dark haired man followed at Julie's heels, rubbing his sharp jaw in a bored way. His eyes flickered to Maeth, and then lowered to glance at Grair.

"Well, well, well. It's a dwarf. You don't see those often." his tone was slightly mocking. Julie shot him another glare.

"Hold your tongue!"

"What an absurd order to give someone. Do you always randomly bark out strange orders?" he asked in a pleasant voice. Julie narrowed her eyes and moved towards Maethoriel and Grair.

(For the head of the council, I can come up with a character; I can continue to hound Balathor for one, or someone else can start it.)

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Maethoriel stood up, albeit a little shaky. She had just discovered an alcohol that worked, and was quite pleased, "Juliette! 'm drunk!" She said excitedly as if it was a completely new sensation (and it was).

The woman quirked a scarred brow upward seeing Aradan and then doubled over laughing. She then straigthened and gave the man a harsh look (perhaps the alcohol did not work so well), "You speak of my friend like that again, and I will make sure your vocal chords are removed. Hope you are not too attached to them." She giggled, or at least attempted to giggle and failed, so she settled on a snicker and went back to lounging.

Grair could do nothing but watch the woman with wide eyes. It was quite unlike her to lose control of herself, but he could not say that it was not amusing. He too turned towards the newcomers and nodded to Julie, "How are you?"

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Julie stared at Maeth with her mouth slightly open in shock. Her arms were still suspended in mid-air, expecting a hug from her friend, but when she observed the state that Maeth was in, she turned slightly and embraced Grair instead. Aradan did not cover his shock as well.

"The woman is crazy!" Aradan narrowed his eyes a little. "Even I can hold my liquor better than that wom-"

"Stop it!" Julie said loudly, trying to drown his voice out.

"I am not crazy, I am mad. There is a difference between the two, lad. And I will guarantee you this is not your typical liquor." She held up the glass, the green liquid swirling about inside, "Care to try your luck, boy?" She gave a wicked grin and waggled her brows.

Grair returned the hug, and patted Julie's back. "I honestly do not know where she got that. You know I would not have let her have it had I known what it would do. Your friend should be careful, I only got the sickles and her cane away. That bloody knife's still on her."

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Aradan stepped forward, raising his eyebrow. He slipped his hood off with one hand and reached out for the bottle in the other. He raised it into the air.

"Cheers." he shook his dark hair from his eyes and brought it to his lips.

"OOPS." Julie yelled loudly and deliberately, punching the bottle out of his hand. "Sorry. Clumsy." she smiled innocently. Aradan gave her a dark look.

"Juliette, you meddling red-headed-" he stuck a hand out and wrapped it around her throat.

"Oh! Let me go, you stupid-" she attempted to kick him again, but failed. She sighed, standing helplessly by his side with his large hand around her throat. She cursed under her breath sourly.

I'm to lazy to read all 3 pages, so fill me in Smeag...But I'll join.

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(*is VERY excited* I will fill you in online.)

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Alrighty. I'll work on my Character Profile soon.

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Name: Balathor
Race: Man...Rumored to be Wizard
Age: Unknown
Appearance: http://www.shurtugal.com/galleries/albu ... l_Brom.png
Gender: Male
Bio: Not much is known about Balathor, besides the fact that he is very Wise, and very secretive. Rumors travel around that he is a Wizard, but Balathor ignores them, and when asked, does not answer. Rumors have also circulated that he has roamed Middle-Earth for ages, Many years longer then most men live. But he also keeps his age to himself. He is known to show up right when great Peril is near. To help out those in need. He is extremely skilled with sword and bow. Even though he is very secretive, he is not shy. And he does not tell people what they want to hear, but rather what they NEED to hear.

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Abagail simply smiled in glee. She would admit to herself how well these.. human-like creatures would do in Hollywood. It seemed apparent they understand the main purpose of alcohol, to get drunk.

Simmering herself back comfortably in her seat, Abagail lay back with her arms crossed on her stomach, head leaning to the right side of the chair, and legs stretched outwards onto her stolen footstool.

Abagail tried desperately for the next few moments to fall asleep and rid herself of this world. All of the noises, creatures, and peacefulness of the place was sure to drive her mad in the near future. It was upon this occurence of peace that Abagail recieved an untimely wake-up call. There appeared, to her, to be someone staring directly at her from the other side of the council room. This was not to be alarmed from Abagail's extreme fame in her world and her extreme out-of-the-box behavior for this. However, these pair of eyes churned a feeling of nervousness and made Abagail twinge in her seat and soon gain such an impulsion to jump up, out of her safe hunk of wood, and shout, "Ok. Geez. Just stop it."

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