Tindomerel looked at the other elf, amber eyes flashing slightly. Her hands rested on her hips. She remembered this girl. She had seen her offen while visiting her grandmother, the Lady Galadriel.
"Put down your bow," commanded Tindomerel, "As Lady Tindomerel Narninore, I order you!"

Tindomerel had just been out riding. She wore her normal elven traveling clothes, which were the rich color of hunter green. Her ebony hair was pulled back from her elegantly slanted face, and twisted into a bun at the top of her head. A sword was at her side and a bow on her back, with a quiver of arrrows, fletched with white swan feathers. Nimloth looked at the elf firecely, a low growl starting.

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Rhan lowered her bow, and slipped the arrow back into her quiver "My apologies mylady." She bowed low "But I have learnt to be on my guard of late."

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Tindomerel set a hand on Nimloth's white back, telling her to be silent. "And why is that?" asked Tindomerel, trying to look the other elf in the eyes.

Nimloth snorted, her sky blue eyes still locked on the elf. With her eyes, you could clearly see that she was loyal and brave. Nimloth sat down at Tindomerel's side, and Tindomerel set her light hand on Nimloth's head.

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Sig ll Moi

Character name: Rhayader
Age: 32
Race: Human (Gondor, Ranger)
Weapons: Bow and short sword
Appearance: Long scruffy brown hair, brown eyes, hardened face, unshaven chin. Wears a green hooded cloak and leather armour.
Background: A master ranger, one of the best at hiding himself in the undergrowth and the trees. He was not involved in the war of the ring but became a ranger after his father was killed in Ithilien and his mother killed in Minas Tirith. He took the deaths badly and since then has shut himself off from the world and tries to spend lots of time by himself. He is still a ranger but is rarely seen by anybody.

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Rhayader had heard of the troubles in Rohan concerning the remnants of Sauron's forces. The dark lord may have been defeated but his minions would group and attack the weak. This he knew and they had decided to strike quickly. He had begun toward Rohan on the orders of the king around 4 days ago and he had finaly reached the outskirts.
That is when he saw the group. Two elves and a woman. All armed. They must be here to cleanse the lands of the orc. He casualy walked over to them and waved.
"You know you're all sitting ducks for an Orc archer."
He looked at each one and came to a stop.
"Should you really be stood round here, in the open?"

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"Because I have been." Rhan replied fiercly "What I do is no buissness of yours!"

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Tindomerel took a step back, startled. "My apologizes. I can sometimes get demanding. Please forgive me."
Nimloth turned away from the group and turned to a stranger, clad like a Ranger. Her growl was deep and the white fur on the back of her neck stood on end. Tindomerel knew that it wasn't a Ranger from the lands near Imladris. She knew most of them and Nimloth wouldn't growl at anyone she knew.

Brushing a stray strand of ebony hair from her face and resting her other hand on her sword, the daughter of Lord Elrond asked "Who are you?"
Her amber eyes glared at him. Anyone would admit her did look firece.

((Malrid, I think we are in Lorien...))

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"My name is none of your concern for now."
He folded his arms and glanced up at the elf.
"I thought that you should just stay out of the open. Orcs will pick you off any chance they get."
His voice was coarse and low as he spoke.
"I supposes you are going to Rohan?"

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(I'll wait until you reach the vilage)

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(Woah ho ho! Hold it! We're in Lothlorien still, Malrid.... Goodness, goodness... )

Arinae had become very impatient now, and her instincts urged her to ignore this group and quickly slip out of the way. She had to get to Elonyn before the woman passed on, or she would have the guilt laid upon her shoulders for the rest of her days. Slipping quietly away, skillfully avoiding the eyes of the two elves and the ranger, seeing as how they were preoccupied with arguing, which was useless, she thought to herself. "Stardance..." she whispered into the wind and a white horse with silverish mane and tail trotted to her. She leapt lightly upon the steed and took off at a gallop, not bothering to glance back at the three who still had not noticed her departure.

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Rhan glared at them all sunnenly, and stayed quiet. ((now I'm confused, we're in lorien right?))

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((sorry i thought you were in Rohan, Ignore my stuf bout rohan then))

Rhayader glanced around and then noticed something amiss.
"Where is the other member of your company?"

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"Who cares." Rhan shot at him icily "She is free to go where she will."

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Rhayader shook his head and began walking away from the group. He had to reach Rohan and this diversion was lowing him down.
"I only offered my advice and you don't want it."
He took off into a jog.
"Goodbye."
He ran off into the trees, blending in.

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Arinae paused and turned her horse quickly. She saw a shadow it seemed, moving. She had not elven eyes, but she had been well taught on how to focus on the smallest movements. Guessing it must be one of the three, she shrugged it off, continueing her way at an easy trot, Stardance prancing impatiently.

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~Cyclist in Training~

*waits*

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