Arinae furrowed her brows. "It just doesn't seem right... how are they to know reinforcements are coming?" Just then a horn sounded the arrival of the reinforcements, their banners held proudly. "So they arrive after the destruction," Arinae half mumbled under her breath but smiled slightly, knowing if the enemy had anything planned, they would be prepared.

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

Tindomerel glared at him slightly. "I can protect myself," said the elf, in a slightly angered hiss.
She looked at him, then her glare softened. "You're a very hard person to stay angery at," said Tindomerel, with a sigh and a smile.
She leaned back against him, closing her eyes, thinking.

Tindomerel's eyes then snapped open at the sound of the reinforcements.

((Where do the reinforcements come from?))

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Rhayader smiled. He knew she was joking.
"I thought you might like the gesture."
He grined then looked toward the riders.
"Excelent! They will never come back now!"

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[!*#_:]

(Umm, I'm guessing other larger villages a couple day's ride from Edoras...? maybe... lol )

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~Cyclist in Training~

((What about some from Gondor, too? They would have gotten the news by now, right?))

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(alright sounds good ^^)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Tindomerel watched the banners, barely able to see them in the dark. (Ha, ha! It's still nightime...isn't it?) She then saw a banner that she knew. Her sister's. She ducked near the wall, swearing loudly.
Her escorts had found her. And so had her sister.

Tindomerel wrapped her cloak around her closely. She pulled the cowl over her head. "It's my sister," hissed Tindomerel, groaning, "I had no idea she was going to look for me herself!"

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Rhayader laughed a little at Tindomerel.
"What's the problem?"
He leaned down to her.
"Surely we should be celebrating our relationship with her."

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"She has been bugging me to go to Valinor," said Tindomerel, pulling her hood over her face more, her eyes getting a bit glassy, "She wants me to go, so Father doesn't loose both his daughters... I was planning to go to Valinor in a few years...but not now."
Tindomerel looked up at Rhayader, a few tears streaming down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around Rhayader's neck and cried.

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Rhayader sat down next to her and huged her back.
"Don't worry. I'll keep you here no matter what."
He gave her a quick kiss.

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((I'm just going to go ahead and play Arwen.))

Tindomerel smiled. "Thank you," she whispered, hugging Rhayader for a moment and then she pulled away. "I hope she likes my hair," said the elf, grinning at Rhayader.

"And what would be different about your hair, sister?" asked Arwen, standing nearby, in a elven traveling dress in the light color of dove grey, speaking in elvish.

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Rhayader looked up to see his queen stood before him. He quickly let go and knelt down before her as a curtisy.
"My Queen."
He seemed a bit confused by her look and language.

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Tindomerel stood up and pulled back her hood. "I cut it short," said the elf maiden, smiling at her sister's slightly shocked reacttion, "do you like it?"
Arwen looked at her sister. "It's...different," she said, not really knowing what to say, "I liked it better longer."
"I was annoying that way," said Tindomerel, rolling her eyes.
Arwen looked at the ranger waho had knelt to her. "Raise, ranger," said Arwen, smiling at him, "And who might you be?"

((I have to go shopping. blah! But I'll be back soon!))

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Rhayader to his full height and bowed his head to her in thanks.
"My name is Rhayader, Ranger of Gondor. It is an honour to meet you my queen."

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Arinae turned to see the queen in all her elven glory and she was stunned. She bowed deeply, suddenly more aware of her bloody and dirty appearance, her usually silky waves of redish gold hair matted with travel and battle. Only her deep green eyes remained clean, clear, and the only striking thing about her. "Lady Arwen, I-" she was at a loss for words, being in the presence of one of the most influential elves, and even though the immortality was lacking, her beauty and grace remained.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Tindomerel walked over to Rhayader's side, taking his hand. She thought it might make him feel a bit more at ease. Arwen turned to Arinae for a moment, then caught the movement Tindomerel made. The queen then raised her eyebrow at her sister.
"Tindomerel..." said Arwen.
"I know, Arwen," said Tindomerel, firmly, "And I'm not going to Valinor."
Arwen nodded to her sister, understanding.

Arwen then looked at her sister, up and down, who was very dirty. "Does Eomer know you're here?" asked Arwen.
"Um...no," said Tindomerel.
Arwen sighed and turned to Arinae, whom she just noticed. "And you are...?"

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