Then do not look at another RP. Or else you will be mad at me.
Sorry I love him too. I did not know.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

(alright back to the RP...oh! and you also don't know Eomi's name yet...)<br>
The girl slowly peeked out from the bale of hay. It was still dark out and she had another 3 hours before the sun would start to rise. Slowly she looked around. No one had come for the horses yet, though many seemed to have come through the stables. There were several footprints besides her own. Luckily, she had come inside at dark otherwise someone would have surely noticed them. <br>
She climbed out and shook the hay off of her cloak and hair. She piled the hay back up as she had found it and put on her face covering and hood. She started heading out the door to the pasture but she stopped. Heading towards the large black horse she pulled out a sugar cube and tossed it inside for it to be found. <br>
She opened up the door carefully. It was still raining but not as heavily, and fog would be coming in soon. Closing the stable door, she headed back out into the rain, disappearing into the fog.

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(Here's something I'd thought I'd throw out...we could have the King injured or whatever, but I don't really want him to die...and Alex, Nessi could be out looking for someone else to take his place because right now the Steward isn't doing so well...what do you think?)

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Strethin lent against one side of the stables. He could hear footsteps around near thefront entrance but he didn't dare go out there just incase the so called watchers were looking out for him. Nothing eemed to be going right in his life at the moment. Thats what annoyed him the most. He'd tried to be a good person but obviosly that hadn't worked so he'd had to ask his "friend" to help. She tought him how to run street cons. Trick a few coins out of people. Well a fat lot of good that had done. Six days later he'd been cought and had made a fun for it. But some hoe they's followed him and yes they were still here. He sighed and stepping quietly as he could, he moved around the barn trying to get away from the foot steps.

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Mind if I join? I created a neeeew character!

Name: Tolur the Bold

Race: of Men, Gondor

Gender: Male

Age: 45

Occupation/title: Independent tracker for hire.

Hair: Shoulder length, dark brown, a bit shaggy and unkempt, with a gruff short beard, reddish in color.

Eyes: Fierce dark eyes

Height: Rather tall at 6’ 3”

Other Appearance: Darkly tanned, not bulky, but strong, with the ability for quick and silent movements.

Clothing: Dark colors, to blend with shadow and forest, a large cloak to easily conceal his tall figure.

Belongings: Bow and arrow, simple in design, a sword of Gondorian fashion, as well as a few miscellaneous daggers and knives. Carries with him always rope, and plenty supplies to last him through long lengths of time. A horse, a mare, dull bay in color, which he has a strange habit of merely calling “Mare”

Expertise: Sword, bow, and tracking, as well as silent stalking and disguise. Often hired by highly held men of Gondor to track or follow individuals, and at times return them at all costs.

Personality: Rather cruel at times, uncaring of any individual, willing to kill if he must. Quiet and direct to his tasks, not one to pause for chit chat.

History: No one knows where he had come from, though it was said he had elven in his blood, but it is only rumored, and he does not speak of his past, though it was known that he had lost his family when he was yet young and was then raised by a strongly militant Gondorian, who had found him after the loss of family. Being raised in a strict manner, Tolur became a tracker, and was urged to join the Gondorian military, but he made the decision to focus instead on selling out his services, and became a ruthless hunter, firm in his emotions and quick to his task. He was highly sought out for his work, and hired by some of the more important and well respected Gondor men to track down criminals and haul them back, and often given orders to dispose of the more dangerous ones.

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

(*hugs Silm* YAY! *mutters* You're going to be my enemy aren't ya? hehe:D This should get interesting!)

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(*grins* Muwahaha, indeed)

A cloaked figure bent over while treading along a trail, tracing his fingers over a certail line pressed into the dirt. He muttered a statement under his breath, but it was lost to the wind. His gaze lifted, hidden beneath the shadow of the hood, as he stood to his full height, towering over 6 feet tall, his shoulders broad, though his overall figure was trim and fit.

He strode forward once more, his strides bringing him closer to a village and in sight was an inn, though the tracks he obviously had been following were confused and muddled by various other tracks, now that the trail had entered between the dwellings. Rain drenched the dark cloak, and it seemed to drop the already grumbling figure into a more gloomy mood.

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

Strethin stopped behnd the stables where he could get a good look at anyone comming too close for comfert. He looked around and saw two dark figures just outside. But as he looked one vanished into the gathering fog. The other was really quite tall. Easily over six foot. The figure was cloaked so any more of his features where hiden in darkness and as he though about it, rain and fog.

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The figure muttered to himself before entering the inn, stomping off his mud covered boots just inside the door, then taking his cloak off, shaking the water from it. Dark eyes squinted to examing the dimly lit suroundings of the main room, as a strong hand rubbed across a gruff and weathered beard. Dark scattered hair clung to his stern face in wet streaks, and his focus came upon the Innkeep.

With a deliberate stride, he went over and tapped the shorter fellow on the shoulder, having to look down in order to address him. "Have you by any chance seen a short, slim... person in here? Most likely cloaked" The Innkeep laughed slightly. "How short? I'm short, all 'ough I ain't thin, but 'ey'd all prob'ly be shorter 'en ye..." The dark eyes narrowed threateningly upon the Innkeep, and the rounded figure quivered slightly and answered differently. "I saw a smallish, thin one, but don't ye ask me what e'er i' twas up ta, 'cause who'er i' twas, 'ey left, no more but a few secon' 'go... 'e went dat way, sir..." He motioned out the door. "Twas about to start a fight, 'e was.."

Before the Innkeep could speak another word, the stranger tossed a few coins on the table and turned swiftly, leaving the Inn. Once outside, the man returned the cloak to his shoulders, pulling the hood well over to shadow his features. His gaze focused on the surroundings, though he didn't move, merely taking time to wait for a moment for his chase.

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

Strethin watched the figure enter the inn then leave it again.
It didn't seems as though he was a watcher. He crept nearer, still keeping to the shadow of the stable block. He watched the figure curiously. He stepped closer, eyes fixed on the figure. A second later a screaching came from the ground. He looked down to see a cat clawing at his ancle. He raised his foot and the cat darted away, past the stranger. Anyone was going to notice an agrivated cat streaking out of an alley. Strethin stood like a statue. He fumbled for his sword and found it wasn't there.

Damn he'd left it with his saddle. Panic seemed to fill up the space where the saftly of the sword should have been. He looked around for some way of escape that didn't mean running infront of the stanger.

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The silent man's vision caught sight of the frightened cat and dark brows furrowed, his thoughts assessing the sudden movement of the feline, his gaze straying to the direction from which it had come. His stride immediately took him in that direction, though he drew no weapon, as if he trusted that his mere stature would intimidate anyone who might have intentions to harm him.

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

Strethin heard the footsteps comming closer. He thought for a second then drew an arrow and his bow. Expertly his ran the arrow onto the bow string and pulled the string towards him, but fight up closer and a bows just a peice of wood isn't it? He sighed, bracing himself for whatever was under that hood.

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(eek!! sorry guys!! Blast the stupid computer!!! I did post...it didn't get it...GAR! Haven't been able to kick the little sib off the computer for awhile!!! Glad you've kept it interesting though! alright...enter Eomi!)<br>
If one were following the girl's light footprints they would see that they suddenly halted at the base of a tree. <br>
Up high in the branches sat the girl. Her hood and face covering off and her drying hair showing streaks of blonde from behind the grime. Her cloak hung loosely blending in with the leaves. <br>
The girl sat munching on an apple she had managed to snatch from a farmer's tree. Wiping the sticky juice from her dirty chin she glanced back over at the progress she had made. The fog had started to clear up, revealing the woods glittering with dew. About 10 miles north of her she could see smoke rising from the town she had just left. She had made some progress. But it wasn't good enough. She started her downward climb, she had to keep moving.

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(argh you fast fowarded... now I can't scare the... heck... out of the other guy! Oiy.... *blink* ... gee, for a young girl who's been at home all her life and is now recently exiled, you sure can walk fast... how much did you fast forward? T'would be nice to know...)

The stranger stepped forward, eyeing the man in the shadows as he came closer for a better look, then, as though it where with the wind, he turned and slipped away into the shadows, a few curses heard muttered under his breath.

His hefty stride brought him to the woods shortly, and the experianced tracker slowed his pace, in order to not miss the signs left behind which would lead him onward. The mud made an excellent base for tracks, even if they were light, and by morning, guided by the light, the man was able to continue at a good paced run, his keen eyes still catching sight of that which guided him.

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

(scared me for a bit Silm...thought the computer hadn't gotten the other one...and as for fastforwarding only a few hours, remember she left still early in the morning...and she's been in exile for 3 years...sorry if I confused ya...I'll stay put for a little bit)

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(*blink* .... me was confused... *shrug* Oh well..)

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