When Jardius asked if the man was bothering her because she was an elf, she hesitated. Not knowing what to say, but he said nevermind and saved her the lie. She bit her lip slightly, wishing Thinren was there, but tried to push that thought from her mind. She looked back at Jardius, she had noticed the elven blade before but was too caught up in the moment to worry about it.

Deawen drifted to sleep but her minds eye watched around her a little trick she learned. she saw two people one she did not regonise but the other was Adastrea whom she knew Deawen struggled to wake up when she did she coughed a little "Adastrea." she called weakly she waited to see if Adastrea heard her

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Thinren stood from his seat and walked out of the gardens onto the street when he saw Adestrea and another figure who looked like an elf. He checked for his weapon and found he was only carrying a small dagger.
He walked over to her and smiled.
"Adestrea..."
He noticed that she looked flustered and then glanced at the elf. Behind him a guard rose to his feet. He looked at the guard and slowly reached for his dagger, but didn't draw it.
"Guard what happened here."
"This elf attacked me without cause."
Thinren looked at the elf and quickly drew his dagger, thrusting it against his throat.
"No one attacks my men!"

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

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Jardius looked at the guards with slightly calm, but warning eyes and he gazed at the man with the dagger on his throat.

"It seems that you are unaware of the situation, first of all I am not completely elf, but a halfly and secondly I only helped her out of trouble when your wonderful guard threatened her life because of her heritage..."

Jardius looked at Adastrea with serious eyes.

"Didn`t he?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Thinren kept the dagger close to his neck and looked to Adestrea.
"Well?"

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

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Deawen clamped her mouth shut she didn't relize that guards were near she took a painful breath and held it as she stood up. she stumbled towards them she hoped this was not a mistake exposing her self but none of the guards looke fimilar from her attack. there was Thinren there "great" she thought if he regonised her she would be caught. she prayed for the best to happen.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Adastrea was relieved to see Thinren, but when the guard accused her and he pulled a knife on the one who saved her she quickly put her hand on his arm. "Jardius speaks the truth, it was this guard who tried to kill me. Jardius saved me." She looked back at the guard who only glared, "He works for Belor."

(*deep breath* my goodness I finally finished reading it all... impressive!... ahem... ^^ may I join perhaps? I have a character...)

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

Name: Coraliaera Nuonnahel

Translation: Shadow Song of Legend, Keeper of the Ancient Tears

Race: Elf

Title: High Elf and Keeper of the Ancient Tears, Gem Stones of Light from the Land of Valinor.

Age: Unknown (I think she forgot... lol)

Appearance: Long black and somewhat wavy hair. Striking green eyes, light as a forest beech leaf with darker lines deep within. A face which is fair, though somewhat pale in complexion, with a kind smile. Slim, tall, yet with good strength, though it is hidden beneath a very ladyish figure.

Personality: Kind, caring, and a polite, proper manner, though can be witty and very mysterious at times. Has the air of royalty at times, but is very good at hiding it and can seem as though she is like any other elf.

Attire: Though her figure suits well in a dress, she commonly wears tracker's attire, with a long, large cloak, dark in color.

Weapons: An elven sword, forged in Valinor, and an ancient dagger, made at the beginning of the elven times. Also wields a bow, light in color with intricate designs.

Other: Carries with her on a slender silver chain, a pure white gem, more so a crystal, which dims grey if she is wounded or saddened, or shimmers brightly if she is in battle or if she's joyful.

History: Very mysterious, she comes and goes, so her history is very shadowed and for the most part unknown. The gem she carries is said to have been crafted from the pure light of the undying lands and have powers to enable the keeper to have knowledge, wisdom, and strength. Coraliaera is the keeper of such gems, though the others are hidden, and rarely revealed, being a precious treasure to the elves and a gift from the Valar. These gems are named the Ancient Tears.

Coraliaera went through many battles and trials, though for the most part she traveled alone, prefering the stealth and secrecy of being unseen or unoticed, and many times acting in a disguise when in cities.

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

argh im still ignored...im running out of ideas that are not drastic! )

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(I'll help you out once I get started Dea ^^)

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

Coraliaera strode down the street, dressed in her ranger's garb, with her dark hood drawn well over her head. She was in disguise, as she usually was within cities. She was carrying a book which she needed to return to Jardius, when she ran into a lady who seemed to be stumbling. "Oh! Pardon me, my lady, I did not see you," she spoke in a low voice, disguising herself as a man. She caught a hint of a look of pain on the woman's face, and saw blood staining the side of her tunic. "Milady, are you injured?" Coraliaera didn't wait for an answer and quickly guided the lady towards an inn. "Come, we must get you in somewhere so your wound can be cleansed. By the way, my name is Cor. May I ask what might your name be, milady?" She remained under the disguise of a man, for an elf in those parts were looked upon strangely, especially a she-elf. As she lead Deawen inside the inn, avoiding the crowd, she had a feeling this lady was no ordinary lady of Gondor, and in fact, she recognized her attire from somewhere...

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

Jardius looked at Thinren and placed his hand on his so that Thinren would move his.

"I am no liar nor is she and why would a librarian attack an armless victim who is half of what he is?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

He slowly pulled the dagger back from Jardius' neck and instead pointed at the guard but it was too late, he had gone.
Thinren sheathed his dagger.
"I am sorry, I guess I am over protective."
He bowed his head.
"Forgive me, I was too hasty."

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

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Deawen suffered to be led away by this stranger to an inn but she felt weak she tried to hide her tunic with the black cloak she wore. when they got to a separrert place from the crowd in the inn hot water was brought Deawen washed the wound with the hot water. her hands were shaking and she slipped in and out of concousieness (however you spell it..)
Cor helped her patiantly Deawen then remembered she was asked for her name "my name is Lady Deawen of the....Dragon.....tears ..." Deawen stumbled through words so much she forgot about her hiding she glanced up there was four gondorian soldiers stood near by. Deawen started to reach for her dagger hidden in her cloak.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Coraliaera paused when she heard the name, then glanced back at the guards. "Ah... I see, so that is why you wander, wounded in the middle of the city... Quick, we shall get you to a room. The innkeeper knows me, and he'll keep others from prying into my business..." Cor kept her voice low and deep, keeping her disguise.

After Coraliaera bandage Deawen, she helped her up a set of stairs and led Deawen to one of the nearer rooms. Coraliaera closed the door behind them. "There, now you won't be bothered for the time being." After helping Deawen to a cot in the corner, Coraliaera set down the book she was still carrying. The title upon the cover was clearly written in elvish runes. She turned it over quickly, but not before Deawen's glance caught sight of it.

"Now, you're going to be needing rest. I put a potion of sorts on the wound, so it sure heal rather quickly. After I have seen to it that you're calm and resting, I have a few errands to run yet."

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