I'm bored. This is a RPG sort of based on a story I once wrote about Meleth (Oh yeah, make all your characters a little younger, this is set when Meleth isn't very old) Oh yeah, and no need to post your profiles, I never look at them anyway I don't really have a plot yet, but I may
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A young elf stumbled through Mirkwood, glancing fearfully behind her every now and then. She knew she was leaving a trail that a blind orc could follow but the panic rising in her throat would not let her slow down. She gasped for breath and stumbled over a tree root, falling painfully to the ground. Before she could scramble up, the cold tip of a blade pressed into her back between her shoulder blades, and an equally cold voice said, "Well, well. I believe I've caught you again."
The elf shrank away, turning to face him. He was tall, and black hair fell almost to his shoulders. He was not an elf, she could tell, but not human either. She swallowed, afraid to move. He reached out and touched her cheek. Where his finger met her skin blinding pain flashed through her and she cried out, falling again. He smiled cruelly and wrapped an arm around her waist.
The elf screamed and lashed out violently, and unexpectedly he let her go as hoofbeats sounded in the distance - not close, but not far away either. "Next time, little one," he snarled, and vanished.
The elf hauled herself to her feet and tried to stop herself shaking, her face white and drawn. She heard the hoofbeats come closer and she hoped against hope it was not an enemy, for she had no strength left to run...

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Damon could hear voices in the distance but could not make them out. He had been following a small band of orcs since he left Rivendell, and unfortunatly never caught them. He assumed they were too far from him now because the trail became fewer and far between for even his dunadain eyes. So giving up hope on the yrch he followed the soft voices, his dark brown horse galloping through the trees, golden locks pulled from his face with a black thong.

As he entered the realm of Mirkwood he picked up a new trail, it was not those of orc, uruk, or spiders, but that of a human...of a elfling. The footprints were soft but noticible, the only assumption he could think of was that this elf was in trouble for they cared not about leaving such a trail.

"Noro lim Sage..." He whispered into his stallions ears as they got closer to the elf.

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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

I'll join!
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Another rider was making her way through the forest and found the trail of the orcs. A young Elf by the name of Egleariel. Seeing the light, though noticable footprints in the dirt, she dismounted from her horse to examine them. The were made by one of her own kind, and scattered among them were the hoofprints of a horse. Swinging back onto her large white stallion, Tathar, she urged him into a fast trot. She wove silently between the trees, keeping away from the path in case the rider was an enemy. Finally, she saw a young elf standing there. Brushing a silken lock of pale brown hair out of her green eyes, she and Tathar stepped out onto the path.
"Suliad, mellon nin," she said, "I am a friend, you need not be afraid."

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Damon was already beside the young elf's side when another elven girl stepped into the clearing.

Damon was trying to calm the shaking girl by holding her shoulders gently, but she was pale and unmoving. He was worried and was relieved to have another their with him so they could get this child to safety.

"Mae Govennen, I am Damon a ranger of the North. This girl is not hurt but is shaken terribly, can you help her?"

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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

The young elf was breathing in panicked gasps. She looked up fearfully at them, but slowly the fear in her large black eyes dimmed and she said, still shakily, "Who are you?"

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Damons bright green eyes turned from Egleariel to the shaking girl. He could tell she was young, but she was just a half-head shorter than him so their eyes pratically met.

"I am Damon, I followed your footprints." He explained while brushing an errant golden tress behind an ear.

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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

The girl tried to smile, pushing her long silver hair out of her face. "I suspected I might be leaving a rather obvious trail." She looked perhaps fourteen in human years, but still a child as far as the elven race was concerned.

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"Are you alright? Are you in trouble?" Damon asked, he himself was young for a ranger, barely sixteen. Both parents died when he joined the rangers of the North, his own father being one. Only recently had they let him go alone and this was his first quest by himself and he had failed to capture the orcs, but maybe he could help this gilr.

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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

The elf tried to smile a little, but it did not reach her eyes. "My family was slain by orcs perhaps a month ago. I have been pursued since then." She bit her lip and continued. "I do not know who he is, but he -" she hesitated and said very softly, "he frightens me. I can hear his voice in my head..." she trailed off, panic rising in her throat again. "And I cannot bear his touch..."

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"Who is he? What does he look like" Damon was suddenly worried for not only her safety, but his own. He could fight a small band of orcs, but ones that killed an elflings father and many other, he was afraid. But he did not let it show.

"Where were you heading? Maybe I can take you there"

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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

May I join? Bio as normall^^

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

[Sure go ahead Rhav]

The elf shook her head. "I do not know - he does not look elven, but hardly human, either...I think he is called Durion." She looked at the ground. "I am not going anywhere. I lost track of where I was quite some time ago."

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[Cheers^^]

Mischievus as she was, the young elfling had sneaked away From the whole royal regalia, and was now- as she was so often when she was on her own- Hopelessly lost.
This would serve her for the better when she grew up, as she would know every nook and cranny of the wood.
Cheerfully heading away from where she had come, she fingered the bow over her shoulder, and the arrows over her back, and whistled a jaunty tune, sure she would firstly get beaten for slipping opff, and secondly reach her home before nighfall.
Her unusuall apperance would've startled any mortal, as she was far to pale for an elf, and her hair was too dark to be called anything else but the black you find when loosing yourself in a cave at night- and yet both seemed to shimmer in the light that broke through the trees above her.
Her eyes seemed far to amber to be normall, butthis too would change with her years, the specks of emerald would overpower, and turn the tables, leaving mostly an emerald to rival the kings jewls.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

The elf looked up all of a sudden, hearing something. She looked a little apprehensive until she realized what it was. "Is that - whistling?" she asked tentatively, black eyes a little curious.

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Rhavaniel stopped, and notched an arrow- she couldve sworn she had just heard a noise.
And yes, there it was again, she drew the string, aiming it at the source of the noise- A rather large looking wolf bounded into the clearing, and pounced at her.
Laughing, she happily tussled with her favourite Thandraugin , shieldwolf.
Herion jumped excitedly around, snapping playfukly at her hands. After a few moments he was forcefuilly shoved away and silenced, as another noise was heard.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Damon listened and nodded.

"Yes that is whistling. Come we must leave this place at once." Damon then helped the girl steady herself so that she could get onto his horse.

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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