During this age, an battle is taken place. It is the time of Morgoth, the First Dark Leader, and his helper, The Younger Version of Sauron. This battle is mainly for the Elves of the Valior, but the Elves of Middle-Earth and an few Men helped. We must defeat Morgoth before it's too late!

Name:Turwaithiel (an Wood Elf of Mirkwood)
Gender:Female
Age:1008
Race:An Elf (not high in Royalitly, more like an Knight Archer of the Elves)
Looks: tall, long brown hair, dark blue eyes, strongly built
History: Her mother died giving birth to her brother, Veryangóle. Her father is still alive but went off to the Valar 100 years ago. Turwaithiel and Veryangóle live in Mirkwood, but loves to visit Lothlorien, Rivendell, and Fangorn.
Personality: she is witty and adventurious. She loves to battle and is caring for others. She loves the woods and the rivers and animals of the deep places of the world. She has charm and she is truthful.
Weapons: An Rivendell Bow with Mirkwood Fire Arrows, an Lothlorien Wrist dagger, an Sword of the Flame(it was her mothers), and an necklace shaped like an leaf, which says Warrior or Ohtar. It gives light in dark places.
Other info that might help: She has an White Mare named Tathar.

Turwaithiel awoke in the small Realm of Mirkwood. She looked out the window...the dark clouds where slowly rolling in. The battle of Morgoth will soon begin, she thought. Turwaithiel grabbed her bow and arrows, along with her wrist dagger and sword and ran outside. She mounted Tathar and rode towards Lothlorien. She had to find help.

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Name: Meleth Elenwen (Beloved Star Maiden)
Gender: Female.
Age: Not known exactly. (pretty young is this RPG, if it's SA)
Race: Elven
Appearance: Tall, like most elves, with long straight silver-blonde hair. Black eyes. Not unusually pretty for an elf, just normal, but her face is hard to forget.
History: Meleth's family died in an orc raid when she was small. She carries the grief of their loss with her still and the pain of it has driven her away from her home. She wanders mostly, never having found anywhere to call much of a home.
Personality: Can be snappish. Always secretive, never very friendly to anyone she doesn't know. She cares intensely about the few people she loves.
Weapons: Bow and arrows predominantly. She also carries two medium-length knives.
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An elf, very tall and slender, also studied the sky from just outside her small camp at the edge of Mirkwood. Her eyes were deep black and they reflected the storm clouds blowing across the sky. She looked older than her years - which were perhaps the equivalent of fourteen or fifteen in human terms. Her face was closed, as if hiding some great pain.
She quickly get ready to leave and swung astride her horse, Minuial.

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Turwaithiel rode for many long hours until they reached the Woods of Lothlorien. Turwaithiel halted Tathar and unmounted. she looked around at the beautiful Elven Realm and could not help but smile. Tathar snorted, blowing warm air on the back of Turwaithiel's neck. Turwaithiel turned and laughed, stroking Tathar's neck gently.

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Name: Erana
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: Men
Appearance: Dark brown hair, greyish blue eyes, tall.
History: Erana is a Numenorian warrior who came to Middle Earth four years ago to help the people there with their fight against Morgoth and Sauron.
Personality: Quite silent, hardly anyone can guess what she's thinking, but when she's in rage you should better watch out!

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Turwaithiel entered the gates of Lothlorien, Elves all around...not frightened, not worried, not even preparing for battle...and Turwaithiel knew she would gain no repect by telling them they needed to fight. She must find an Elf she could trust. Or even one of the race of men...just anyone!

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Erana was tired. Long has she travelled without even let her steed, Mara, rest. Five days ago some people had told her that in this area she would find a great elven realm, where she would be welcomed and where she could stay for a while. To this land she was heading.
She hoped that there would be elves who know about the threat of Morgoth and his companion Sauron, and so let her fight at their side.

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An Elf looking of Nobility came and lead Turwaithiel's horse away, against her notion. She looked around...no one was aware, it seemed. She sighed heavily.

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Far in the distance she saw a wood with golden and green trees. 'This must be the elven realm!' Erana thought, and was glad that at least she saw where she was riding to.

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Turwaithiel sat and sighed. The Elves where acting strangly calm and that was strange, even if it was an good day or time of peace, which this wasn't. Turwaithiel's dreams where getting worse and she was worried for Luthien, her close friend. She was in the middle of this all.

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An unsmiling silver-haired elf dismounted inside Lothlorien's gates. She let out a breath. Here she could be safe for a while - or so she hoped. She glanced around, not really acquainted with anyone she saw.

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Turwaithiel felt another Elven presence, or at least an new one. She looked toward the gates and spotted an silver haired Elf that lookied a bit worried and unhappy.

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The elf looked over and saw another looking at her. She met the other's gaze squarely and coolly.

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Turwaithiel nodded as if she was saying hello and nodding an greeting, her gaze unwavering and steadfast.

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The elf's eyebrows flicked up and then down. She nodded back and then turned away, curious in spite of herself.

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Erana galopped towards the wood and entered it. She slowed down her steed and rode through the gates and dismountained Mara. She looked around and saw a few elves who looked at her. She did not know what to do next.

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Turwaithiel stood as the Elf turned away and saw another enter, a bit more timid than the other. She started walking over toward her.

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