Name: Eltharion (Elf)
Age: unknown
Apperance: tall, slim, blonde hair, grey eyes. Scar under his right eye.
Personality: A military elf who enjoys sparing and is passionate about saving his homeland (Lorien)

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This rp is set just after the battle at Mordor with Issuildur etc. The remnants of the wood elves sent are traveling in a long column along a forest track back to Lorien. They are a long way off.

Eltharion shouted at his scouts to run ahead of the group. Out of the thousands sent to help the battle only a fraction had made the return journey home. Eltharion was their captain and a skilled fighter.
He watched the scouts rush ahead of the coulmn which was almost a mile long, the track would only allow so many to walk side by side so they were thinly spread. Something was very different about the forest and Eltharion couldn't put a finger on it.
They pressed on and Eltharion kept a hand near his sword.
All of a sudden a young elf came running up to the captain shouting.
"My lord! My Lord!"
He eventually cought up with Eltharion and stopped gasping.
"The back of the coulmn is under attack! Orcs are ambushing us!"
Elrharion drew his sword and pointed at a few soldiers.
"You five with me! The rest stay with injured and push on!"
He began running toward the back of the line. A few more elves joined him.Eventually as they came to the back they heard screams. Sure enough there were at least 100 orcs attacking.
"With me!"
Eltharion said as he charged into the fray.

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Name: Istuion
Age: Well... he's an Elf, so seriously old
Appearance: long brown hair, blue eyes
Personality: serious, not one to laugh or smile. Eltharion's second in command.

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Hi Malrid. This is my first time on the forum, but I love to RP!
Mayawen Greenleaf


Istuion, Eltharion's second in command, was hardly aware as his captain leapt into the fray. He was too busy beating back the seemingly endless waves of orcs that were unleashing their full strength on the Elves. His twin blades flashed, only a blur of motion as he faught. The blades, one engraved with the word 'thalion' (strong) and the other with the word 'beleg' (mighty), had served him well in times of battle.

(Hi)

Eltharion began waving people forward while the few warriors would fight off the rest. It was a desperate fight and Eltharion was tiring. His sword, made of the lightest metal known, began to grow heavy. He still fought like a madman to save his kinsmen.
After about ten minuets of fighting the orcs had fled. Eltharion looked over the remaining elves and nodded.
"Well done my kinsmen, we held them off, the others have doubled their efforts to get back."
He looked for Istuion and called to him. As Istuion came over to him Eltharion noticed he was bleeding from his shoulder. A small peircing wound caused by an orcish blade. He ignored it and sheathed his blade.
"Istuion we have to catch up with the others. The sooner we do the better. Are you injured?"

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"It's nothing," Istuion said as he sheathed his swords, "Were there any casualties?"

Name:Elenanna Lothenedhel
Gender:Female
Age:Unknown...birth year was SA 4048
Appearance-silver hair, silver eyes, strong build, wears the attire of a Lorien Captain.
Personality-Is in the middle of being carefree and not. Also, she cares for others alot more than she cares for herself
Notes-Her normal history isn't in here since we're not that far yet..
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Elenanna walked up, and she said, "Yes, sir.. I've lost around twenty out of the hundred original in my troops,, and several more are injuried." The middle child of the Lady and Lord of the Golden Woods herself was injuried, but she didn't show it to the others.

The youngest of the three awaited for a reply,

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hello all

hmm im no elf but i'll do

Deawen the first ansessstres of Deawen the second

Deawen was a sevant of Sauron she was pressuered into serving him for the sake of her kingdom, as daughter of a king in the far north east.after the fall of Sauron she was lost not sure what to do the last allience (sp) gave her leave but have been watching her closely

apprence: long red hair blue eyes dresses in black and some times red.

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Deawen rode in the front of her company she had 200 men with her. she heard sounds of battle ahead then some orcs retreting from the battle they charged forward then they stopped looked around and fled through the forest. Deawen looked behind her no one seemed nervous she looked closely a guard behind her the banner fluttered these orcs knew the symbol well and so they did not attack.
Deawen and company rode forward meeting up with Eltharion's company

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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

Name: Rhavaniel Atlanta
Gender:Female
Age: unknown
Appearance: gold hair, deep green eyes, wears the uniform of a lord of Mirkwood
Personality: strong willed, wise, loyal, proud, arogant, witty, cheeky
Notes : Is a Chief guard at Mirkwood.
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Rhavainel, took of her helmet, and sighed "We were lucky there my lords." she said, and waved her elves back into formation. She pointed forward "We have company milords. It is the lady Dearwen." she swung herself back onto her horse "Shall I speak with her?"

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Eltharion tried his best to asses the situation.
"We have to be moving on. We will have to leave the dead here."
There were a few outcries from the elves which he quelled with a simple hand gesture.
"We will surely but cut down if we take them with us."
He looked to Rhavainel then down the track.
"Yes go speak with her. I need to organise the elves here."
He left her to go speak with the new arrival while he began giving out orders to collect arrows from the dead.

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

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Elenanna's troop started to gather the arrows, and she sighed softly, looking at the aftermath of the battle. She had known that there would be death, when she joined the Galadrhimm, and she knew many would despair because of that, but it still pained her to see what was happening. She looked up as one of her soldiers called to her and she stood up straighter, her mind focused on her duty.

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"wait here" Deawen commanded as she pushes her horse into a prance. She stopped only three feet away she waited for the other to speak first.

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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

Rhavaniel urged her horse a few paces forward "Mae Govannen, lady Dearwen. How fare you?" she asked smiling

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can i join? this is the first time i've been in an rpg, tho

Name: Lindor

Gender: Male

Born:Born and raised in Rivendell

Parents: Guilin is his mother; he never knew his father. He died in an ambush

Age: Unknown

Appereance: Deep-blue eyes, and long blond hair. As a common soldier Lindor wears a golden helmet, and a golden armor. His silk cape is silver, and he wears a long blade



Lindor was standing in the field of battle, but had now ended. Soldiers around him were picking up arrows from the dead, crows flew above his head, but he didn't pay any attention. His eyes were fixed upon a body laying before him in the mud. it was his friend Astari, who fought bravely and killed many Orcs. But he was hit by an arrow and he fell down, dead. Lindor took his helmet of, which was covered with mud and blood. Blood, he smelt it in the air. Stinking dead bodies all around him. But he couldn't leave without Astari. When he heard people saying the had to leave the dead, he stood up, looked one time back at his friend, then got up his horse and followed the rest of his company


hope you like it

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omg thats good!)

Deawen straightened "i fare well.." she said noding "and you?"

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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

Rhan yawned "As ever I fare just as if an elephant has troden on my foot, ripped it off, and tossed it to a dirty great big ork, who smears it in my face before eating it, making sure that he spits out all the little bones so I tread on them."

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(erm i never thought this would come back up so i've kinda lost intrest in it. If you guys wanna keep it going fine by me)

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

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(I'll join, but I don't know if I'll be any good.)

Name: Amara (Elf)
Age: Unknown
Apperance: Amara is tall, standing at about 5'9''. She has long, straight, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
Personality: Amara is a sweet, and caring girl, but if someone gets on her bad side, she can be completely the opposite.
Occupation: Healer and archer
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Amara was on the battlefield, sitting atop of her horse, Nuilan. She gently patted his neck and then pulled a little on his reigns. She let the horse trot a little, as she remained alone from all the others. She wasn't that much of a talker, since she was shy most of the time. She stopped her horse on a hill, to look out at what was going on. She sighed and watched everything. She couldn't believe that she had just been in a war. She looked down to her armor, and there were bloodstains all over it.

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