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Elestiel gasped as she entered Imladris, her breath taken by the beauty of it. She had entered it many times, each time its beauty seeming more astounding. Her eyes glowed as she gazed about the elven realm. It was perhaps the most beautiful place she knew of, next to her home of Lothlorien.

Name : Rhavaniel Falathiel
Age: N/A
Hair: midnight black
Eyes: emerald, speckeled with deep gold (most prominent thing about her)

Lineage:
Mother: Melda the Fair
Father: (blood) Lodaelin , (adopted) Andor the Bold, the Chief Advisor of King Thranduril

Siblings:Twin brother Sadron the White (albino)

Married: [old trick here^^] A certain royal child of Mirkwood... (tip... beginns with L ends in S .. )

Children: none

Family : her cousin Turwaithiel

Weapons : A beautiful black bow with an intercate silver pattern of vines on it. The arrows are long and have black swann feathers. The quiver is also black with the silver silver outlines of
a dragon on.
Two twin knives, silver.

Occupation: Marchwarden and Head Archer
Pic: http://img419.imageshack.us/img419/7034/cat6dn.jpg

History: The aranged marriage of her mother Melda, to the Ambasodor Andor (lit. Steaward), let to her own disgrace. She started an affair with a mysterious person (neither elf nor man, but a creature of blood) named Lodaelin, with whom she had two twins name Rhavaniel and Sadron.
Her father, driven mad with anger attacked Lodaelin, who, after a threat killed his wife.
The two children got the blame for their mother death, and were abused by their father. Sadron ran away into the wild, ashamed by his liniage, whereas his sister stayed for love and pity for her father. For a time the abuse grew worse, but with her marriage, and her newly appointed job as Head Archer and Marchwarden she manages to elude him.
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Rhavaniel leant against a low wall, eyeing the newcommer warily, beside her twin leant also, arm wrapped in a sling. Both their faces were spattered with brusings that were healing fast.
They had a pale beauty about them, seeming regal and gracful, their hair; one raven black, the other snow-white- intermingling with the breeze.
No words were needed between them; most time they could guess what the other was thinking.

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Name: Atalante Mithivrin
Race: Human, but with a tiny bit of elf somewhere in her lineage.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hair: Dark brown, wavy. Not very long, but enough to reach past her shoulders.
Eyes: Brown, quite large.
Facial appearance: Quite pale naturally, with a small straight nose and high cheekbones. Gives the impression of delicacy.
Other appearance: Very slender and not strong.
Personality: Insecure, but gentle and kind. Can be shy and is not very brave.
History: She can’t remember, except her name. She woke up in the middle of Mirkwood in the middle of the night and has no recollection of why she was there. She knows she must have known elves, because her name is Elvish.
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A girl who looked about 18, and definetely a human, which was odd in Imladris, came barreling around a corner and almost ran smack into Mil. She took a step back, her dark eyes wide and her expression apologetic. "Oh, oh, dear, I'm sorry!" she stammered. She was very slender and delicate-looking. "I do apologize."

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//All for HIM or all for naught//

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Thanks to Nostariel.Vanyalanthiriel


Remember: Tevreden, Svp, Bitte, Please, Per favore, Asseblief, Tafadhali, Behanga...it's the same in any language and courtesy is appreciated.

Name-Turwaithiel
Translation- Victorious among the Elves, Warrior
Race: Woodlen Elf
Birth Year-SA 1492
Hair-Dark brown
Eyes-Silver
Face-resembles her father...an stern yet cheerful face
Lineage- Mother- Ithilwen (deceased)
Father- Tegalad
Siblings-Veryangóle
Cousin-Rhavaniel
Married?-No
Children?-No
Weapons- Rivendell Bow with Mirkwood Arrows, Lothlorien Wrist Dagger, Archer's Bane Sword, An necklace that shine when darkness reigns
Animals: An White Mare named Tathar
Basic clothing: She almost always wears an battle-like clothes; an pair of light brown breeches, an white undershirt with an light dragonscale silver vest on top.
History- Turwaithiel was born and raised in the Mirkwood Forest. Her mother died giving birth to her and her brother, Veryangóle, whom are the same age. Her father then left them in the care of an old Dunedain Ranger as he left and went to the Valnior. Turwaithiel has been raised as an Knight Archer of the Forest and Protecter of the Leaf. She is repected highly for becoming whom she is now. Her brother is in Rohan now helping the king.

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Roina sat on a bench, sharpening her long sword in a nearby garden, her small orange kitten plying with her laces from her boots...

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Elestiel nodded her head in greeting to Roina. "Mae govannen."

Roina looked up, and replyed, "Mea Govannen."

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Turwaithiel stood in an beautiful courtyard, which was in the middle of the Elven Realm. She wore her long cloak with her battle clothes as she looked out near the waterfalls, the mists spraying against her cheek, yet she didn't wipe it away. She stood there, thinking about the nights happenings and what would soon come.

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Elestiel bowed her head in greeting to her as well. "O man dôr túliel le, Roina?" Remembering that she might not speak elvish, Elestiel corrected herself. "From what land do you come, Roina?"

Roina smiled, then replyed, "Telin o Imladris."
She put away her sword, and picked up her orange kitten, and bowed her head...

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Elestiel nodded. "Ah, Imladris. It is beautiful."

Roina petted the head of the soft kitten she held, "yes, it is one of the most beautiful relms I have seen in middle Earth..."

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Turwaithiel felt the wind pick up and smiled as the wind went through her hair. It felt great. An hawk flew down fromt the top of the trees and landed an Turwaithiel's arm. "Mae Govonnen, Quesse." The hawk cooned as Turwaithiel stroked his neck.

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Is it too late for me to join, I haven't been in a LotR one for a while and a Rivendell set one is just perfect.
If it's ok, here's my charrie:

Name: Vása
Name Meaning: Heart-of-Fire (Quenya)
Race: Peredhil (Half-Elf)
Age: 2880
Gender: Female
Hair: Dark Brown, just past her shoulders
Eyes: Almost black
Height: 6ft 2"
Parents: Holen (Mother, Rohirric) Lathron (Father, Elf)
Spouse: None but engaged to Fearon
Children: None
History: Vása was born in the eary Spring and by the Winter of that year her mother, Holen, had passed away. Holen was old by the time Vása was born, she had given birth to Authion eight years before and even then she was old. Vása was very close to Authion and her father, Lathron. She grew up in Imladris and blossomed like her mother did which is why Lathron had fallen in love with her all those years before. Vása was a tomboy and although she had gowns she rarely wore them. When she was 17 she met Fearon when she went to Lorien for a while but she did not stay there for long and they soon parted. When Fearon came to Imladris the following year the two got to know each other a lot better and after 2 and a half years of courting each other, Faeron proposed to her and they are due to be married soon. Fearon intends to stay in Imladris where he can be with Vása.
Weapons: Sword, bow, knives. All made in Rivendell
Siblings: Authion (Brother, 4032)

I may introduce Faeron later if no one objects, if someone else was willing to play him for me I'd be more than happy to let them.

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"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(I will play him if you need me too...and I love your banner it is so amazing...)

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