This post is the story of a rebel force of elves, drawves( though mostly wiped out), and a few humans that still believe in the old ways.

The new king of gundor and most o middle earth is planning to take over, after hearing rumors of the ultomate power. His attack was swift first he rallied the humans and killed all that aposed then he advanced on the drawves, almost wiping them out. Now all thats left is the few elves that still remain. Understanding that the destruction of middle earth is near and that they have no place to go, they deside to fight, and die protecting the old ways. They seeked out in shadow, finding underground humans that wanted to fight, they established spys for intell on the opressing empire.(though in the game there will be no chareters that will be double agents. They will only be mensioned.) They then seeked out the surviving drawves. THeir sembol is a black cape with a dark blue leaf. They then began their rebelin.

Now they have earned respect from the soldiers of the opresing armies and by doing so, if caught they would be imediatly put to death, They are a nightmare, causing chaos to the greedy king. The story begins where they just got some intell on the campain that acording to the report, will end the rebelion once and for all.
PS. this is not star wars.... This plot was completely original.... Thank you

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Midira Daughter of Deawen
age:17
apperence: Red hair like her mothers her fathers eyes and both of thier builds. slim and attractive. wears warm colors.
History: is daughter of Artinwe and Deawen. has lived a peacful life she can fight she was taught by her parents.

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Midira rode her horse with her father Artinwe the rode side by side. "Father can we see the dragon tears today?" Midira asked "well sure..im sure they would love to see you.." Artinwe said "I;ll race you!"artinwe yelled both Midira and Artinwe raced each other.

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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

(sorry i couldn't finish the other post cuz i had to go..)

Midira rode next to her father when they reached the camp it was huge ther was over 9 thousand men that Deawen commanded the command was given to Drad's eldest son. but he was not present so the Father and daughter rode around the country side. "father why was there only half of the men there?" she asked "as you know your mother created some of the finest fighters and that the kings loved having them in their army, and well they are now helping this new king with his war." he said it sadly "your mother would have been outraged if she could see this!" he would not go into details about Midiras mothers past or what was going on with the world outside of Gondor. "Father why didn't you take up the leader ship of the Dragons?"Midira asked "it was not my place to your mother trained her Phantoms to well so no one could outmatch her. your mother was a firey creature she had a gift..." he stopped as they approached a forest "midira you have your sword?" he asked "yes why?" "just in case loosen it"

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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

STARWARS! blaspmey!
coool he he this sounds alot like a plot i was writing awhile ago GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

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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

(Why its so much fun in there...would have said empty to, but I would have gotten hurt... sometimes its good to be Sen.)

Profile:
name: Thoren
Age: let not go into it
Race: elf.
Past/description: same as in the other post.

THoren sat on top of a ruined building, It had once been magnifcent, he should have known he was there when it was whole. Thoren was a outcast elf and had forseen the distruction of middle earth long ago, He was the one that got the rebles together. He would fight in the futile attempt to save middle earth and to ensure their survivel, though he knew it was futile, he still would fight and lead false hope. His power of foresight had left him long ago. A bird flew in the sky (yes here comes the flying turkey) and landed next to him he smiled and pet the hawk, "Rohan looks diffrent doesn't it friend... how was your hunt." The bird stared and gave a sort of boub for yes. " I have a quest for you daughter of nightwing, aroura, I need you to contact Artinwe, but don't expect for a warm welcome, we were part of Daewens death... He still hasn't frogiven us, lets just hope he helps us in our time of need and not rat us out, middle earth depends on us, the reclamers. The aroura flew off toward gundor. 'This is going to be an intresting war, I just hope we can get the dragons help, or atleast artinwe's.' he stood pulled up his hood to his cape which was completely black except for a insigma of a blue leaf. He turned around when his ear twiched and he heard a horse troding toward him, he lay a small piece of metal that reflected the sun brightly and disapered behind it through a hole in the roof.

A knight came riding up and stoped, he pulled out his shield and relected the sun into the window be hind it 3 times, then a long pause then flashed it twice more. then there was no light. Thoren gave the signal, elves dressed like him drew bows and took aim he then pointed at three men then pointed in the derection of the knight, they nouded and striped them selves of their cloackes and armour, all that was left was clothes that signified pesants. They then went out to the front gate and opened it and motioned for him to come in. He did. when he got their the "villagers" asked "how may we help a gondor knight in their time of need?"
I need some rest and water."
"How many are their that need to be housed?"
"one, and my hourse blue leaf"
There was the code they, rushed him in and shut the gate.
Thoren retreived his mirror and rushed down to see the spy. When he got their he was tending to cuts on his face that where made by crashing threw the forest around them. "Thoren we have urgant matters to discuss." "Indeed but not here, come to my chamber, but before that get some rest, you look like you need it." "nay, this can't wait I must tell you and hurry back to my compainy they will notice I'm gone in a while." understood, atleast let our healers take a look at them, make them look more like bruises from training." "Aye" They departed to the middle of the city, to a lone tent inside a half burned down building....

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Thoren was not the cause of Deawen's Death she died of old age i messed up on Midiras age see Artinwe and Midira are half elven so they live longer.)

Midira rode closer to her father but kept her composuer as a fighter not a coward "Midira don't be afraid...' Artinwe said to his daughter "im not afraid i have the blood of the Shadow maiden and the noble spark..." she said smiling. a bird came wheeling out of the sky towards them.

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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

(Oooh! ^^ nice one.. may I join?)

Name: Silmarwen Idril
SurName: Elenwe/Elenwesse
Age: Somewhere around... well at the time of this rp possibly... 3000 years maybe more
Race: Half Elf, half star-born

Appearance: Long dark brown hair, which shines chestnut in the sunlight, usually done up in elvish fashion, but sometimes tied in a ponytail. Dark brown eyes, and a fair, youthful face. Tall, like an elf of course, but not overly tall. Slender, of course, but in good shape, strong and agile.

Clothing: Usually leather arm guards, of elven design, a dark green shirt with a tan leather slender form cut vest. Black or dark green pants, slim fitting, with almost knee high dark leather boots, of much the same design of the arm gaurds. Always has a dark cloak.

Weapons/Equipment: A broadblade sword, two elven daggers, and a few small knives hidden here and there. Bow and arrows.

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Silmarwen rode through the forest on her mare Shade, followed by several downhearted elves, forest cloaks pulled tight around them and hoods drawn well over their heads. They and several others had just gone through an encounter with the king's men, and had lost many, most by way of capture. Silmarwen's head was unhooded, but she kept her eyes cast towards the ground, letting her mare continue in one general direction. She needed to find Thoren. She had held off far to long in joining the others. Silmarwen was stubborn, a loner, never one to ask for help, but this time she lost her own daughter, and her mind was now set on joining Thoren in his gathered efforts...

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~Cyclist in Training~

my first RP on the forum!! go easy on me:D <br>

Eomira<br>
23 or so<br>
desendant of Eowyn and Faramir<br>

Eomira was strong. She had lived on her own ever since she had been banished from Gondor. She knew why though. The King had feared her. He always had. Her skill with her twin swords was reknown, but it was her ancestory that shook him. <br> She was from a long line of Stewards and openly had opposed to his ideas since she had been a young child. Being raised by elves, she knew they're secrets. <br> And even now as she marched through the cold windy night, she headed towards the Caves. The Rebels were there. She was sure of it. <br> Shivering, she hugged her cloak tighter and trudged on, and as her boots crunched through the frozen ground, the beat seemed to say to her, <br> FOR THE KINGDOM! FOR THE KINGDOM! <br> and for the kingdom, she would fight, until the Old Ways had been restored, and the True King, whoever he may be sat upon the Throne once more...<br> For Her Honor, For Her Family...SHE WILL FIGHT!

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Silmarwen heard a deliberate cough behind her and awoke from her thoughts, as one of the elves brought to her attention that they were nearing an obvious path. She veered away from it, for fear of being spotted or tracked, and continued instead through the natural paths of the forest. (oooh, the ground is frozen... ok ^^) Shade's hooves barely made a sound, as the mare's stride was careful, and as light as an elf's steps. Suddenly, through the darkness, Silmarwen cought the sound of the frozen ground crunching beneath someone's step... "one person... should be easy... we'll challenge him... or her... and find out their business... " she thought to herself, and motioned for the 20some elves behind her to keep movement to a minimum and approach cautiously.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Eomira trudged on telling herself that she really should be more careful...after all these were the Rebels woods...more than likely they probably had spies around every tree. So Eomira, slowed down, and slowly walked towards a tall pine tree. Glancing around, she made sure no one was there, then quietly she hopped up into the tree and started climbing. <br>
When she found a sturdy branch high in the tree she covered herself tightly with her cloak and waited. Smiling she let herself have a silent giggle. When had she last done this? When had she last hidden up in a tree? <br>
Eomira thought back and admitted to herself, she had not done this since she was 10 years old. Memories flooded back to her, of the Woods of Ithilien, her home. And with those memories came the sight of the Woods destroyed and ravanged. Eomira's good mood deserted her and she sat back fingering the hilt of one of her swords.

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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oh side note here...I have a character description on NEW CHARACTERS:D makes it easier than having to type all that out again...

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Silmarwen held her hand up, halting the silent procession. Where had the sound gone?... she knew it hadn't been an elf, so she had to be careful. There were spies of the king in many places, and she couldn't let her guard down. She motioned a younger elf forward and spoke in a low whisper, "Halbarad... move on forward in the direction of where we last heard the sound, but watch the trees carefully... and keep well cloaked" Halbarad nodded and silently walked forward, blending with the forest. Coming to a pine tree, he stopped, examining the ground, but keeping his face well hidden beneath his hood to prevent from being seen easily.

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

Eomira slowly tilted her head to one side and studied the figure. It was young, and the way he blended in it must have been an elf. She watched him for awhile and so silent was her breathing there was not even a cloud coming from her mouth. <br>
Indeed, she had lived among elves for a time, so she knew their secrets. Slowly, she whispered, <br>
"Le suilon. O man dôr túliel le?" <br>
She waited quietly and removed the hood from her face showing a long scar from her right eyebrow down to her chin. <br>
"Do not be afraid. I seek the Rebel leader...perhaps you can take me to him?" She turned her head slightly and smiled. <br>
"You have friends with you do you not? I mean ye no harm."

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Halbarad swiftly braught his bow up and had an arrow nocked and drawn back. He eyed her cautiously (sorry, I don't really know elvish ^^ ) He spoke quietly, keeping his bow directed towards her, "I have others with me, yes. How do I know you speak the truth?... What is your name?"

Meanwhile Silmarwen heard the voice of Halbarad and a young woman. She motioned for the others to wait while she approached. As Halbarad asked the lady for her name, Silmarwen approached, and looked up into the tree from her seat on Shade, as the mare pranced nervously.

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

(hehe:D neither do I the Arwen Elvish Section:D) <br>
Slowly, Eomira climbed out of the tree and landed on the ground watching the Elf's bow carefully. She bowed slightly.<br>
"Eomira, Lady of Ithilien." She turned to see the other elves, just as she had suspected. Elves rarily went out alone, and in this age, they never did. She nodded to them and then turned back to the Elf who had first addressed her, <br>
" Why do I speak the truth? My honor demands it," she glanced around at the other elves and added, " As does my heritage." <br> She studied them. <br>
"I seek the Rebel Leader. Perhaps you can lead me to him. The King is growing far to greedy for his own good. I seek to make sure he loses his throne." Then, not being able to hide the emotion out of her voice she added, <br>
"My people, the Rohhirrim are being forced to work in the Mines where the dwarves once toiled. They have young ones that have never even seen sunlight and have never known naught but a heavy load on their backs." <br> Eomira straightened up and put on a firm cold face. " Take me to the Rebel Leader, and I will then explain my meaning."

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Silmarwen liked the young woman almost immediately, before she even spoke. having had to be a judge of character for so many years, Silmarwen's instincts were usually correct. She motioned for Halbarad to let his bow down and join the others. He promptly did so, bowing first to Eomira before returning to the others. "We too seek the rebel leader. Long have I delayed, but cannot delay anymore, we have lost too many," Silmarwen spoke as she eyed Eomira, taking note of the scar on her face. "You are welcome to join us in our search for the rebel leader if you wish, but if you try anything on us, the elves accompanying me will swiftly take care of things as will I..." She added in a softer tone, "you are welcome to use my horse"

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