(Don't smack her too hard. I want to be able to smack her.)

Nauriel saddled Koltok, and then mounted up. She nudged his side, and he began walking. She stopped as Idril circled her mare, trying to calm her down. Nauriel smiled slightly. Nauriel didn't want to leave the stable along, so she decided to wait until Idril was all saddled up and ready to go.

I wonder when we shall proceed" stated Numenorian

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Anduril swiftly packed a light bag and walked to the stables, no-one was looking in her direction and she stared with trapaditoin at the horses. Swords she could manage, but not horses. She sidled slyly up to a cream mare and grabbed her halter. Looking her squarely in the eyes she whispered "Carrots, suger, bran-mash anything, just help me." The mare seemed to nodd and Anduril saw with relif a stable lad over in the courner. She called him over saying, "Could you saddel this mare....what is her name?" He nodded, takeing her to a loosebx and putting a light elven saddel on her and loading Andrils kit and weapons. He helped her climb on saying "Her name is Daedin, the silent shadow. You made a good choice" She thanked him and rode out to meet the others

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Idril smiled, pleased as Princess stopped fidgeting and listened more, her ears relaxing and flexing more easily in a calm manner. Pulling herself into the saddle she urged the mare towards Nauriel. "Should we start out, or wait for a few more? I have a map and I can guess vaguely which direction we ought to head. Seems we're in for a long journey," she chuckled and glanced towards the gates which seemed to beckon to them to depart. "Perhaps I'll try a hand at leading the group. I just hope I have the proper maps. Would've been nice if Elrond offered us a guide..."

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

(Mind if I join? :3)

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Araniel sat beneath the tree wither her legs crossed, her hood was drawn over her eyes to veil her features so you would not recognize her at first unless you could sense her presence. She rested her hand upon the hilt of her sword, watching the events unfolding around her, she hummed in a low, melodic tune to herself. [/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

Melda dismounted Sanya, delighted with her newfound riding skills. She laughed and looked at Numenorian. "Well, I might not be gifted, but at least I won't fall off now!"
Then she looked over and noticed a new figure, sitting beneath a tree not far away. Someone else from A-U? she though curiously, but didn't say anything, waiting for them to make the first move.

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Pandora walked around the trees with Elenmir, trying to get used to riding an unknown horse.

"You are really a jewel Elenmir, never have I known a more beautiful or well behaved horse." Pandora stroked her grey shimmering mane as they walked along the tree lines.

It was then that Pandora picked up a faint sound of humming, she followed the sound and saw a girl hooded and vieled with a hand on her sword.

"Hello, are you from A-U?"

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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

Caunion dismounted Isitlh and paced around when he noticed a girl on a horse. Except the girl was not from Rivendell or anywhere on Middle-Earth as far as he could see. He walked up to her and asked, "Are you from here or the forum?"

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I was cured all right.

Anduril galloped around on Deadin and fineally came to a stop patting her firmly. "Anyone know which way we should go?"

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Idril raised her hand with a grin. "I do. I've been working with maps of Middle Earth and I picked up a few from the library"

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

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Araniel slowly looked up from her distant spot in the forest, to the person that addressed her. Her voice was unusually deep, but there was something soothing about it. She seemed almost sagacious in a way.
"Yes, I am." She stood to her feet, being a height of 5"9'. "And what might your name be?" [/font]

(If any of you know Cala or "Calad" from my other RPG's, this is Araniel, my MAINMAINMAIN charrie. She is quite a bit older than Calad and has quite a bit more wisdom She is what I like to call an "Ontari" which is part wolf/human/angel, but she never uses her powers unless need be. So, you don't have to worry about me godmoding ^_^ Her two weaknesses are blood and letting her enemies find out about her friends)

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

"I am Pandora, we are just getting ready to go east towards unknown lands." She slid off Elenmir standing at 5'6 a smile on her lips as greeting.

"May I ask your name?"

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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

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

Melda smiled and shrugged. "I'll follow you guys - I wouldn't know north from south anywhere here. That was smart, Idril, to get maps, I never would have remembered!"

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Pandora looked at the mysterious look of the girl but shrugged her shoulders and nodded in greeting.

"It would be most helpful for you to join us, I can introduce you to the others"

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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

[font=Arial, sans-serif]"That would be most kind," Araniel nodded in reply, deciding whether or not to leave her hood down or pull it up. [/font]

OOC: I may edit this post incase it is alright, but is there a rule against magical creatures? Like dragons and stuff?

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?