(Since no one else has posted... I shall just go ahead and post a most enormously large post *twitch* Didn’t expect it to turn out this long... )

No ill happenings occurred during the night, though Dhodrimme took little sleep, cautious to remain on watch through the late hours, while Sagen slept relatively well. The light of the expected day, however, was diminished by fierce clouds, the darkness of them creating a deep gloom over Angmar and Carn Dum, the peak of the newly repaired dwelling casting a dark and ominous silhouette against the grey sky.

Dhodrimme shivered as a chill wind blew in from the north, relentless as it whipped her cloak back from her figure while she pulled herself into Shavain’s saddle. “Shall we continue to Carn Dum?” Sagen question his mother quietly as he too settled himself into the saddle.

Dhodrimme shook her head slowly. “Nay, Sagen, I do not wish to risk it... yet. I must get you to safety before things go ill with the situation. When Saenae returns I shall send yet another message, to acquire safe passage for you behind our ally lines.”

“Will you come with me too?” He again questioned, and when Dhodrimme shook her head, he furrowed his brows. “But you can’t go alone, why would you think of it? Why do you want to?”

“I need to stay behind to find out information... I know how to get past his defenses and I know his strengths and weaknesses. Please, Sagen, just do as I say, I don’t want you hurt.” She turned her glance towards her son for a moment, a glimmer of worry in her eyes as he nodded, remaining silent in his agreement.

Suddenly the young boy pointed to the darkened sky, the clouds low and thick, though against it was visible the recognizable shape of a falcon. “It must be Saenae! She has returned, even against the North winds,” Sagen exclaimed as he observed the bird as it began approaching them.

Dhodrimme gave a nod in acknowledgment of his keen observation, though her gaze strayed to be sure no threat lurked nearby, perhaps having been drawn in by the sight of the falcon, but still the lands of grass, rock, and mountain remained relatively peaceful. “Lift your left arm, Sagen, the one with the leather guard for archery. It shall protect you enough from the talons,” she instructed with a slight smile.

Sagen did as he was informed, and the falcon came to land gracefully upon the boy’s arm, though he had a moment of trouble with taking on the sudden weight. However, he managed it well, and slowly with the other hand, removed the parchment which was carefully secured to the falcon.

Hesitant at first, as though fearful of what she may read, Dhodrimme reached over and accepted the weathered papering, the edges frayed slightly from travel, and she carefully unfolded it. Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she took a moment to gather her composure before reading the written words, printed in a careful and familiar handwriting.

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Naznor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed towards the south, though he soon turned to look inward at the drabness surrounding him, though his focus was mainly brought upon a smooth globe type stone, its surface glassy, as it rested upon a respective pedestal.

His thoughts were, however, distracted by one of the errand runners, a man of tall stature, sporting gaunt features, though most of his figure was hidden beneath a tattered grey cloak. “Master,” he began in a low voice, “What order have ye to give to me?”

“I wish you personally to find and track two that have traveled from the East, from Ered Mithrin. Cause no harm to them and do not alert them of your presence, but watch them. I am curious to know what goes on with such lone figures, and I take delight in little games such as they seem to wish to play,” Naznor instructed, his dark and drawn features wielding a slight smirk, though his heavy brows were furrowed.

“Yes, Master. And shall that be all that is wished from me?” The man again questioned, seeming intent upon serving his master to the best of his ability.

“Yes... wait... There is one thing, Ilyr,” the dark master began, addressing the servant by his name. “I have suspicions that my message was intercepted somehow. I wish for a messenger on horse to be sent to the men retreating through the North Downs, intercepting them and sending them back to Fornost. It is my suspicion that the men of the opposing force shall be caught off guard by this. Have them advance around the West side, since their retreat was enacted on the East side.”

“Will ye be coming to the battle front at anytime soon, oh Master? It may be wise to strike fear now to weaken our enemy, would it not?” Ilyr again spoke, though it seemed by Naznor’s expression that the master was becoming agitated and impatient with the questions.

“I shall come when I see fit,” Naznor raised his voice, his fists clenched with a fire burning in his dark and fierce gaze. “That shall be all,” He finished, calming his composure and giving a wave of his hand as dismissal, his thin smile audacious as he watched Ilyr turn and hurry away with an unwavering stride.

Being again left alone, Naznor turned to the stone set in the center of his chamber, stepping over to it and murmuring low, as though speaking to it. “What have you to show me, oh Stone of Ithil, Stone of Morgul, plantir of the lost Dark One, the mistakes of whom I refuse to recreate? For victory shall be mine...” A sly and slow smile crept over his features as he waited what would unfold beyond the boundaries of his security...

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Meanwhile the North force stationed at Fornost had received the later message brought by a raven, having failed to receive the first which had been intercepted by Dhodrimme, and night had already fallen once, their chance to enact their plan useless till the following evening. They did, however, prepare to depart as the day wore on, though in secrecy, as did the East force prepare to take leave that very day, and they did so, while the noon sun rose.

Fear was in the very bones of the North force, however, as their delay in arriving to the Weather Hills would surely be found out by their master, and it was not in their wishing to displease the Dark Master whom they served. Little did they know that their delay would give the Rohirrim Marshal time to ready his men and the ally reinforcements to greet them, but even if they had known, the fear of their master was stronger, and they would have leapt to their death knowingly even so.

However, a messenger had already been sent from Carn Dum on swift horseback, to meet with the force in the North Downs to give to them the message from the master, and so it would be that both sides would experience a shock in the days to come...

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Shadowpax snorted softly and Elenanna looked at the mare before looking at Eledthien. She turned to the other man, before speaking, "King Elessar had requested that I join you, for he feels I may be of some aid."

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"Shadowpax can follow us freely. I am not her master, just merely a rider." As she was saying this, she unhooked the bridle, and pulled the reins off. She usually rode Shadowpax bareback, but used the reins for direction. Shadowpax snorted, and started to trot off, and Elenanna turned back to the two men.

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[Time to get this on the move slightly, wish there would be more people involved in but we will have to remain content with what we have. Angel, if you wish you can join with the Rohirrim force that is sent to the Weather Hills, the rest of you can do as you are pleased but I wish to see more interactivity between the fellow RP'ers]

The new day had started and each force went its own course. The rohhirim Marshal waited for a few hours on the greenway for the scouts have reported that the Southern ally force is due to arrive in any moment. As they joined in, the mighty host set towards the Weather Hills with a swift pace. The right flank force led by the gondorian chieftan was arriving swiftly to Fornost without any threats but caution was on their mind as they came close to the ancient city.

Aemornion led the other majority of the force from the western side of Fornost. The day was clouded and a slight fog lingered in the air. Mostly the road was peaceful until the first scouts returned with grim faces, their horses steaming with sweat for they did not spare them for the news were to be brought swiftly. Soon Aemornion learned that the opposing force was close at hand and that the battle will start within this day even. Numbers were rather big but there could be done nothing against it, the spilling of blood was imminent. His glance strayed ahead but the slight misty air gave not much sight. He sighed and urged his stallion out of the line as he rode out of the host for a few yards. Aemornion looked at the faces of men present, noble and fair were they but still grim and sad alike. Nobody was pleased of battle, not even the strongest soldier. His gaze fell then upon a young woman, one of the very few in the entire host of healers. Sadness took him for he knew that she didnt belong here, her place was among the fair walls, but he also knew that he could do nothing against it nor change the will of a free person. With a slight shake of his head he returned to the host as they approached the first battle

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(ack!! *ish overloaded with all the information she missed* alright, now I have to figure out which way my character goes...but first!<br>
THANK YOU DHOD!!! I love the picture!! *hugs*)<br>

Ethalinia was thrown about quickly in the uproar of the soliders dashing about to their groups. She was soon handed a horse by some unknown solider, mounted and listened bewildered as the battle plan was annouced. <br>
"Stay with the group and try not to get lost," Ethalinia whirled around to see her brother in full armor next to her. "I'm going up the Greenway, you'll be needed with the main group." He explained. <br>
"But, Handion," Her brother just pointed towards the tall captain at the front <br>
"Stay with him. And if I were you, I'd make myself known before you get trampled." Her brother gave her one last fearless smile then rode off, leaving Ethalinia more confused and frightened than ever.

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(blast it aemor! alright then...adding yet another post!)<br>

The whole group moved forward, and Ethalinia could not help but glance behind her every few moments. She kept hoping that maybe this was just a dream that any second now her brother would ride up, laugh that he had scared her so then take her back home to the safety of the gardens. But no, that wasn't going to happen, atleast not in this time.

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(no problem, Eomira! ^^ I will soon prepare a nice long post... with some action from the enemy hopefully, but it's not always an easy thing to do *chuckles* Have patience, though... we'll soon get this all sorted out properly... though it seems Haldir has vanished... )

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~Cyclist in Training~

The messenger had since reached the force of the East, giving the word to turn and approach Fornost once more from the westward side. They soon realized, however, that there was indeed a great army before them as they approached their destination, and their hopes to join with their West force were dashed, though it did not hinder their lust for battle and blood, and they prepared to delve full force into the battle that would ensue, not far from Fornost.

Meanwhile the force of the North took leave to head more southward towards the Weather Hills, as the fog that settled over the lands and the clouds that blew in from Angmar gave to them enough concealing cover to travel in secret, tattered cloaks drawn over their armor, smeared in mud to prevent a glimmer from emitting from the various metal pieces.

As the force of the West laid low near Fornost, remaining more East of it, they awaited the arrival of what their scouts had announced as a fairly sizable amount of men headed their way. They were prepared, aided by the mist and gloom of the North...

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Naznor smirked as his forces were in place, and the battle was near ready to begin, but unease was on him as he sat in the silence of his dwelling. Suddenly he stood and stormed outside the chamber, turning to a youth servant, gaunt and weary in appearance.

“Boy! Go prepare my horse, and swiftly! I have a battle to attend. Hurry!” The Dark Master barked the order in a harsh tone, the young lad turning with a fear stricken expression and running down the dark halls and stairways as swift as his feet would carry him.

Naznor himself returned to his chambers and began hastily to pull on an acquired mithril chain mail shirt, placing over it a dark and lengthy tunic and surcoat with ‘N’ sewn in red, and above them the marking of an arrow and a broadsword of jagged design on the immediate front of the cloth. He then placed over that a black cloak, large in length and broadness alike, the hood pulled over to shadow his gaunt and fierce features.

Striding with a hurried step, he strapped to his waist a sword belt, the sword and a second lengthy dagger placed on it. The dagger was of cruel and thin design, and would seem familiar to those who may have been there several years before as witness to the battle that had occurred in that time...

His horse was ready as he arrived to the cruelly built stables, and without further hesitation, he rode forward at a full gallop, the steed black in color, his cloak stirring the mist through which he charged in the direction of the North Downs.

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After having read the parchment Saenae had brought, Dhodrimme and Sagen had continued their ride northwest of Carn Dum, their plan being to turn southward and ride swift and hard to the North Downs, but unease was in Dhodrimme’s senses. They were being followed, she could tell, but by what, she knew not, though she knew caution was needed.

Pausing for a rest, she again readied a note, and when she had finished, it read thus:

[font=Monotype Corsiva]It is my plea to request, if possible, that an escort of a few men at the least to be sent to meet within the North Downs in a secretive manner, so that I may give over my son to their safe keeping. I myself cannot promise I shall go with him, but proof must be given in any form possible that will ensure the transfer to be safe and reliable. It is far too perilous for me to allow him to easily continue with me. [/font]

Again it was signed beneath with her name and the careful marking of the gem, and it was her hope that it would again be placed in the same reliable hands, as she held the folded parchment for a moment over her heart before securing it to the falcon, which Sagen still held.

Giving his arm a gentle toss, Sagen released the falcon, then he and his mother continued on their ride, ever nearing where they would turn and head south, but for now, as they rode in the open lands, the mist gave them cover, and the heavy clouds dimmed the light of day.

The wind, however, blew against them harshly, with a deathly chill cutting through their cloaks. Dhodrimme shivered, but not so much from the chill as from the feeling of being followed and watched, though nothing could be seen through the thick fog.

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Ilyr rode silently upon his own steed, his keen eyes and sharp hearing focused upon the two who rode before him in the gloom. It was easy to track two who were obviously noticed, despite their effort to remain silent and low, and easy for him to remain hidden, provided the cover of cloud and his dark attire. Mist seemed to even dwell around his figure, for his name indeed meant "Mist Bringer" and he had been taught in the dark ways, and darkness of evil clung to his very presence.

His thin brows furrowed upon his gaunt features as he watched a falcon being released, and with a wave, he sent silently a raven to follow, the bird having remained with him upon his shoulder. The raven took flight and swiftly followed the falcon as Saenae soared high through the clouds...

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~Cyclist in Training~

Am I too late to join?

Name- Renald Bloodfeather

Race: Human

Age: 30

Skills- Moving Silently, Stealing, Lockpicking, Archery and Two weapon fighting.

Personality - Cheerful, cunning, trecherous, self centered and greedy..

Hair- Long dark brown.

Eyes- Greyish

Face- Sharp Figures

Married?- No

Children?- No

Weapons- A Short sword, few hidden daggers, one dagger that he usually uses with the sword and a short bow

Animals- A brown horse

Basic clothing- Brown black clothes, shirt, pants, boots etc and a vest. He also has a brown cloak, few rings that he has stolen along the way of his criminal career.
Battle- Brown studded leather armour, the brown cape with a hood, a quiver of arrows hanging on his back or on his waist, He might also wear a mask to cover his face since he doesn`t like to be regonized by gondorians or rangers that know him well.

History- Born to the streets of Gondor and at a young age began to steal to feed his family until the war of the ring took his family away from him and he continued his days as a thief in Minas Tirith causing the guards a lot of trouble, but then had to flee under some misfortunate circumstances and headed for Rohan and Arnor where he still lurks unknown even today...

Yet trough many run in`s with rangers and other authorities he was forced to start using my subtle approaches in his targets, not to mention start working as bandit and a mercenary where he could get off his thiefs reputation perhaps even get a reputation among some groups. Yet as he ran into some rangers he was almost captured and he had to flee, the direction was north where he was captured by the new threat rising, but was actually recruited into the forces instead of inprisonment.

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Well this should turn out to be a lot of fun....*cough* what the blody hell?! How many are there?

Renald Bloodfeather thought as he stared the enemy forces, he had never liked war, but was unfortunately drawn into it for an unpleasant reason. He had been sneaking around Angmar and he had been actually captured, he had thought that he was a good sneaker, but fate could always have its word to say. He had saved his skin by first becoming a spy, but then later on he was transfered into the archer troops and god how he hated his own men. He had been given the rank of sergeant so he at least had priviliges and not anyone dared to lay his hands on him for few reasons, but that was the good part unless you didn`t count the nice salary they payed him.

In anycase he had glad to be in the backline instead of the front, he nervously snapped his fingers and grinned as he looked back at his men. He could just hope that nothing went wrong, but if any bad happened he would be the first one to run away that he could guarentee and that way he might even be able to abandon the army. He sighed shooking his head and jumped on his horse, he looked at the enemy lines before turning his horse around and riding along the archer lines to his post.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(*grins* Welcome aboard Curunir! Glad to have you join)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Five days Altar and his army were marched. Even he himself felt tired of riding his horse so he knew about the condition of his men right now. However, there were not any other choice. Five days day and night Altar thought. And his men were still standing and marching. They have left behind Weathertop. His soldiers would never say anything to him about the resting. he thought that is the spirit he might wait from any men from his army. The more he heard his soldiers' footsteps, the more he felt secured and enjoyed this feeling.

As the fifth day became darker, they were more close to Furnost.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

The mists had slowly risen as the sun reached it's strength but still some dreaded darkness veiled the full brightness of it. Aemornion percieved in front of the enemy host marching towards them, the battle was imminent.

"Archers! Left flank!" he called out with a firm and very audiable tone so almost the entire host heard him as he looked over his shoulder. The glimmer of battle rested in his eyes and a slight flame was kindled within the very depths of them.

"The wind is in the East, use it well for you will cover greater range" Aemornion spoke to the leader of the archery division and soon the man took lead over those horsed men, bows were in their hands and arrows ready. Responsibility was great and it burdened always heavy his shoulders because for every decision many lives could be at risk. No matter how experienced he may be, each battle is a new challange for everyone. Swiftly in the first line came horsemen heavy armored and using spears as their major weapon. This was the dominion on the Rohirrim riders that some of them were present but also accompanied by the Gondorian men. After those stood the foot soldiers, with drawn swords and shields. Ever since the old days, hand to hand combat was the pride and most lethal skill of the land of Gondor.

Aemornion rode along with the spearmen, he always took the first line and wielded the sword with cunning and strength. His gaze was sharp but also fear lingered in him as it did in every warrior beside him and behind him. To have no fear most likely it would mean death to the person. Fear keeps the one alive. However Aemornion suddenly heard a well known cry in the high air, the fair falcon was swooping high above them, far beyond the sight of the enemy. He let out a long whistle and the majestic bird speared down towards the host and carefully glide in towards Aemornion and land on his raised arm. The talons gripped firmly into the leather vambrace and the gauntlet. Aemornion noticed another parchment secured to the bird and took it from it carefully. He halted to a stop and all the host along with him. Fear and awe was in him as he did read through the message. For the first time, he did not know what to do.

The matter of the message was of high importance to him but he himself could not abandon the men and leave them leaderless. He also could not spare any of the chieftans and commanders he fully trusts. Every man had its own role to play in the forth coming battle that is about to begin. Already the archers were set in place. He needed haste of thought but also he needed to make the right decision to whom he will entrust the life of the young lad. He cursed to himself as he faced the predicement and unaware his gaze turned over his shoulder. He noticed once again the young woman in the far distance riding along with armed soldiers, her face saddened but yet somehow fair. He had to chance it for both tasks laid infront of him were utmost important.

"Ride on slowly, give me a few minutes" Aemornion spoke to the leaders and swiftly he turned around his horse and galloped back towards the place where he saw the woman. Saenae lifted to the air as he sprung into a gallop with the stallion and landed once again on his arm as he stopped.

"What is your name lady?" Aemornion demanded from the healer maid who was obviously alone. He watched her with his pierecing glance from underneath the glimmering helmet weighting the situation and the choice he made. "Speak swiftly, war is at hand in which you do not belong. If you will be honest in your answers you will be spared from the bloodshed"

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

(Still giving chances for Haldir if she wishes to return, but I cannot hold the RP up to wait for anything or I know it would die, since everyone right now is scattered a little too much... Besides, I felt inspired to write in my spare time while cleaning the kitchen ^^ Muwahahaha)

Dhodrimme released a heavy sigh, wincing as she shifted in her saddle, still with the uncomfortable, almost a sixth sense, feeling of being followed weighing heavily on her mind, the burden of the situation weighing upon her shoulders.

“Are you alright, mother?” Sagen questioned in a quiet tone, his glance focused towards her for a moment as they rode onward, though he knew what answer he would receive, and even in his young age, he could see and read beyond her words and constant reassurance.

She nodded her head with a brief smile towards her son though her eyes betrayed her worry. “Aye, I merely find this wearisome... yet we must keep going. There is someone following, I can feel it even through the gloom,” she murmured, her voice lowered to a more cautious level. “Wait here, Sagen, wait...” she whispered as she nudged her mare off to a more shadowed area of the hill they were coming to pass. “Ride forward several paces west, then wait there...” she instructed quietly with a nod.

Hesitant at first, Sagen did as instructed, urging Dawnshadow forward, while Dhodrimme remained behind, listening as the sound of her son’s steed drifted into the distance, and it wasn’t long thereafter that a new set disturbed the quiet air, though muffled, as though a cloth had been wrapped around the hooves of the horse. Soon even her vision perceived a shadowy figure upon a horse, with an appearance as dark and grim as the Black Riders of old.

Suddenly, as though it were the dark rider’s horse’s doing, the figure wheeled to face them, while Shavain released a shrill whinny, half rearing, having been startled by the sudden change of action in the other horse. The black horse reacted in a different manner, suddenly backing away from Shavain in hesitation, but the rider dug his heels hard into the steed and surged forward with a drawn blade, though it seemed to Dhodrimme that he had no intention of yet using it, as though he merely wished to test her.

With a grim and focused manner, she unsheathed Tahlathemar, the blade glinting even within the gloom and urged Shavain forward, though in a nervous state of mind, the horse surged too swiftly too soon and collided with the dark horse, jolting both the riders. Pulling back, Dhodrimme challenged the rider in a cold tone, “Ride away or I shall show no mercy!”

Without a single word, the dark rider wheeled his horse around and spurred it a distance away, but Dhodrimme gave chase for a moment longer, before turning Shavain while sheathing the blade and urging her onward at a swift pace. “Turn south! Ride hard!” She called just enough for Sagen to hear as she neared him, already the hooves of the dark rider sounding out behind them.

Each turned their steeds south and the heavy and hard ride began, figures crouched low to the saddles, while tail, mane, and hair whipped through the chilling air, and the large bodies of the horses stirred the mist around them. Each minute of riding brought them closer to their destination, but also chilled them further, as they suddenly seemed to be followed by heavy storms of clouds from the North, their winds bearing down on them, kicking dust and loose grasses, ever keeping before them a heavy gloom. The sun refused to shine through the clouds that day for them, as the clouds ever neared the North Downs and Fornost...

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The East regiment suddenly came to a halt as their vision came to view the opposing force, though through the mist it was hard to perceive. However, they did not advance, as they seemed to wait upon something unknown, and indeed beyond the dark force, if one from the approaching army were to glance, fierce clouds had begun to gather above the distance reaches of the North Downs, the wind drastically changing course to drive in from the North.

As the dark company stood waiting, one with the marking of Naznor upon his armor stood before his forces, eyeing the opposing force impatiently, his hand idly held upon a sword hilt, his dark gaze reaching the distance that laid between this leader and the prey who wandered ever closer.

It would seem, to many, that it was unnatural for such a sudden storm to come upon them, but in the distant clouds seen, there was not a drop of rain to be encountered, but the clouds still continued to draw near.

Meanwhile the division sent to the Weather Hills continued on their course, where they would arrive shortly after night would fall, but still they had much ground to cover, even though the fog had lifted slightly.

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On the wake of Naznor’s trail, the clouds followed while the winds drove before him, and it would not be long before his dark presence would come to dwell among the army that awaited his arrival. He anticipated the moves of that which he so longed to destroy, and in his mind he knew he would be right, for he had watched and learned for years, many years, and none could stop the hammer from hitting the anvil, smothering all that was in between.

He was delighted to hear that many from all lands had come to join his little ‘party’ and a satisfied grin crossed his features as he crouched lower over his steed, urging the dark horse to surge at a swifter pace, even though the beast was putting most of his effort into the run already, the footing hard to finding among the slopes and dips of the North Downs.

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~Cyclist in Training~

(*taps foot* come on Aem! What's the deal with you not wanting me to be anywhere near a battle?)<br>
Ethalinia was startled by the sudden appearance of the Captain. Remembering her brother's words she lowered her head and murmured, <br>
"My name is Ethalinia my lord." She could hardly believe what he had said. She could leave the battle. For a moment her heart was filled with joy, but the weight of the herb satchel on her waist and the sight of weapons dampened her joy.

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[Shhh.... I'm making your wish come true *chuckles*]

"Forgive me for my hard tone lady Ethalinia" Aemornion lowered his tone slightly noticing he startled the woman needlessly "I am sure you came here for a good reason but I have a more important errand for you to run which is more suitable to your character and role." he lowered his voice to a low murmur

"You will ride towards the North Downs along with a few of my men in utter secrecy. From there you will escort a young lad safely out of the battle zone towards Imladris, or Rivendell if you like it more by that name. I do not know how good are you in land knowledge but Im sending you along with a few men that know this area well for they were born here. Can I count upon you milady? The answer must be determend and there is no coming back half way. The errand must be completed. If you hasitate I must find someone more sturdy then, but if you hasitate now, I beg you that you turn around while you still have a chance and ride home" his tone became slightly friendly but still it was filled with determination and control

Aemornion battled deep within himself with the fact is he making a right choice, is he sending this woman and the young lad he is mostly fond of to their death or is it the most reasonable choice, he did not know

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(*imagines Aemor in a fairy godmother dress with wand and grins* somehow that doesn't really work...and you're just loving it that I have to obey your every order aren't you? don't get used to it.)<br>

Ethalinia considered his offer for a moment. It would allow her to escape from the battle for awhile, but then again wasn't that why she was here? Wasn't that the reason her parents had decided that she should be the one to go so that she might do her family honor? But all around her was strange territory, people and steel. <br>
"My lord," she spoke quietly. "I have rarely left Minas Tirith's walls, much less travel abroad. I would hardly be of any help navigating someone to a certain destination that I have only heard of in stories. But," Ethalinia hesitated. "If that is what you need of me, than I shall do it."

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