Elenanna looked around, as she was in the front. Throughout the trekking, she thought of her family. Her twin childrin, Eruaviel, the eldest, was planning to be wed to an elf of Ithiilien, and her son, Nedhudir, was a guard of the city. The last time she had talked with her daughter was alomst six months prior to this day, and her son just over two months prior. She shook her head,r realizing she was discracted, and turned her attention back to the journey.

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"That is indeed what I need from you milady. I beg you, do not fail me" Aemornion spoke in a low but strong voice, his glance firm but distant sadness lingered in the depths of his eyes along with fear for those he loves.

Swiftly then he turned his head and gave a sharp whistle before calling a man "Brannod! Take two men with you and you will provide escort to the lady here. You are to head out towards the North Downs and from there towards Imladris..."

"But captain...!" protested the tall man, younger then Aemornion with a slight shock in his eyes. Eagerness was in his eyes for the battle like in most of the younger ones, Aemornion trusted them in their strength but he had to make a quick choice, battle was upon them.

"No "but's" Brennod!" replied Aemornion with a firm and commanding tone "I need someone whom I can count on and you are most experienced in this terrain. Believe me brother, there will come other days where you will get a chance to die in battle. This time I will spare you from that curse." he gave then a brief but grim smile to the man before turning to Ethalinia.

He pulled then his ring out he always kept it with him on his finger but now it was placed in a closed pocket since his hands were fitted with gauntlets. He took then Ethalinia's hand and placed the golden ring into it. A hawk with silver outspread wings held a red gem in its tallons was the main symbol fitted on the ring along with fine enscriptions around the band written in most likely the old forgotten Numenorian script.

"Take this milady, it will be proof to the one's you meet, Dhodrimme and Sagen, that you have been sent by the rightful person." he looked up at her with his dark hazel eyes "Fail not to loose it for it is the heirloom of my house and my fathers before me. Now ride hard and in secret" he turned his glance to the three men that gathered around Ethalinia, he noticed that they are still reluctant to leave the battle but they obeyed the comand non the less. "The lady will brief you with further information as you go along. May lord Manwe give you swift winds and protect you on your journey. Farewell!"

With those words he saluted the men and with a well known skill turned swiftly his stallion around and rode with full gallop towards the battle that had already started. Saenae lifted to the skies once again but without the signed parchment, the sudden comotion of events and the started battle drove it out of his mind.

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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.

Ethalinia was vaugely aware of the charge that went on around her as the soliders charged into battle. She just stared at the ring in her hand. It was truly a beautiful thing. Closing her hand around it, she placed it carefully into her satchel, nestled among the dried herb leaves. She then looked back up at the men around her. <br>
They were looking at her, almost angry for being taken out of battle. There was no way she could mention the relief that she felt, but it was quickly dampened by the looks on their faces. Sighing, she turned her horse to face them. <br>
"How do we get to North Downs?"

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(*squeak* The battle isn’t starting is it?! *hops up and down* Naznor has to get there first. *sighs* I’ll patch the gap up a bit in this post hopefully...)

The East Division had stood in waiting for some time, while the clouds still gathered behind them, fierce and cruel, while the wind came to drive in from the north with the arrival of a dark presence. A man, tall and lanky, seated upon a dark steed, came to ride before the black host, the symbol of a ‘N’ emblazoned upon his surcoat, while upon his head was adorned a high peaked helm, the emblem of a raven spread with two side peaks as its wings, and the low reaching nose guard as its head, leaving only a cruel mouth and fierce eyes to be seen. The metal was a depressing black, as were the man’s attire, yet the steel gleamed with strength, expressing the power held within its bearer.

The steed upon which the dark being rode was lathered in sweat, and heaving in effort to breathe as it seemed the horse had been pushed nearly beyond its limits, but knew better than to quite beneath his master’s weight, as though the beast itself knew what deadly malice laid within the dark one.

Naznor seemed to smirk in glee to the vision of his prey before him. “Men, all gathered as one in a fruitless effort to defeat what is called their doom,” he murmured darkly, speaking to the captain beside him, the one who had stood in waiting before the master’s East Division. “Let us bring the hammer to crash upon the anvil, captain, as we may smother these embers so they have not the chance to become a flame to hinder our desired progress. Onward, Belgor, sound the Darken Horn!”

He raised his voice at these last words, his blade unsheathed within his grasp and raised to what remained of the sun, and at the command, Belgor, the captain of the East Division, raised to his lips a black, silver adorned horn, sounding from it a deep, somber, yet deadly tone which would chill the depths of even the strongest, and at once the lines of the Dark Division began to assemble in respective lines.

Another occurrence accompanied the sounding of the Darken Horn; lightening struck beyond, within the North Downs, and thunder stirred the very foundations of the earth, not leaving a single stone unshaken, as the dark cumulonimbus formation within the skies gathered in ominous plumes, the anvil-shape of the higher cloud structure almost seeming as a symbol of Naznor’s very words.

And so it was that the battle began, with first the archers, wielding their bows with black arrows, the shafts coated with a potentially deadly poison if the arrow were to not be removed in a short time. (Queue the archers. *chuckles*)

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

[arghh... will post tomorrow something, my brain is all jelly-like today. Besides, want to give other people a chance for a post]

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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.

(that means I have to wait...cause I have no idea what direction to go...)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(*sighs heavily* North, Eomira, North... just pretend they tell you and take you for now... anywho, handle it whichever way you want... me not quite caring as of this moment... feeling half dead and rather run down and depressed... anywho... it'll pass... carry on folks, but I'm not putting it on hold for too long, just a warning to those who seem to have vanished for a time, because interest will be lost if I do... If anyone will be away or not posting for a day or two or three, I WISH TO BE INFORMED... thank you *crawls away to get more work done*)

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

[okay, think i've managed to pull out more or less a decent post. For the time I will go with two characters, myself and Brennod, who will be a temporary one and an escort to Eomira's character. The battle did not start yet, but everything was indeed prepared. We will see what further on this post will bring. I strongly encourage all the people eager to have some fun to join in, also the already joined members should try to keep this RP active]


As the captain rode out towards the battle that is just about to start, Brennod let out a heavy sigh in dissapointment for being departed from the battle. He was a skilled fighter and swordsman, he knew the warfare well but he also respected Aemornion and his decisions. Long have they ventured together and once again Brennod hoped that the rightful decision was made. The other two men from his company, obviously a few years younger in body and mind with youth carvd in their faces, watched him awaiting for further orders. Somhow they felt glad to be left out of it but also fear of leaving their comrades to face death alone brought shame upon their hearts and their gaze was lowered because of it.

"We will ride to the far east trail milady" said Brennod as he shifted his gaze to the woman in their party. His green eyes watched her peacefully but shamefully alike "from there we will use the cover of the trees and with utter care ride towards the North Downs. We better move swift before the enemy spreads out and catches our trail"

With those words Brennod turned his horse around and urged him into a swift cant. "Follow me!" he called out over his shoulder and with the wave of his hand he motioned to the company to move on.

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Aemornion joined to the main rank and he strained his gaze towards the enemy infront of them. There he beheld a tall figure, dark and menecing, the obvious leader of the enemy host. He did not know that it was Naznor himself or perhaps one of his chieftans. Aemornion's helmet was the complete opposite from that commander for it reflected the sun with splendour for indeed it was wrought out of mithril itself in the likes of old, however the enemies helmet took all the present light away that fell on it, utter darkness surrounded him.

"So it begins...." Aemornion murmured as the dark horns of the enemy blew and the heavy crash of the thunder brought dismay into the hearts of the forces of light. "But we will not suffer defeat!" he cried out then in a strong voice filled with hope and strength. "The clouds shall vanish and darkness with it! The sun will shine the clearer! To battle my brothers!" he yelled out and urged his stallion into a mad gallop swiftly followed by his comrades.

Shields were brought up and the enemy arrows darted bluntly into them but some managed a hit. Archers of Light then released their arrows at the call of their silver trumpet that echoed clear even under the gloom of the shadow. Soon many other trumpets replied in the same tone shaking the evil hearts and bringing strength and honor to those needed. And thus began a strong battle on the slopes of the North Downs, a battle that will take once again many lives of men away.

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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.

"Aww... just great..."

Renald muttered as they had released their first volley while the enemy had done the same, he raised his up his shield and went on his knee hoping that he wouldn`t get pierced by an arrow. His shield was striken hard and men around him fell, then they all got up releasing another volley onto the enemy forces as Renald hoped that the battle would be end in a draw because that would be his best chance of escape.

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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!

(just rest up Dhod! *hugs* hope you feel better soon! by the way, just realized how stupid the comment of where NORTH downs was *hits self*)<br>
Ethalinia was soon traveling in the back, while Brennod lead, the other two followed close behind, not glancing back at her. Any other time it would have bothered her, but now she was just grateful to actually follow someone for once who knew where they were going. <br>
She glanced back over her shoulder, but quickly turned back around. The battle had already started. She booted her horse faster so that she was riding closer to the two other soliders. Her hands were shaking. But was it because of the guilt knowing she should be back their with the fellow healers or the dread of the long journey ahead?

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(Argh.... come on people, let's get things in order for goodness sakes! You can't expect me to pull the pieces together on my own do you? Curunir, Elegost, Angel, and Elenanna, I'd like you to PLEASE get to your respective places. If you cannot keep up, TELL me!! If you would like to pull out, I would like you to tell me about that as well... )

Dhodrimme and Sagen rode onward, the wind driving them forward, though the growing darkness was indeed unpleasant and unnerving. The chill of the air was nearly bitter, while the rain suddenly came down in torrents, soaking both the horses and their riders nearly immediately.

Cold and dismal, they had arrived after a hard ride to the very end and outskirts of the downs. Still the third rider shadowed them, his presence ominously felt, though he still went unseen, the rain coming in blinding sheets.

Dismounting, Dhodrimme half collapsed upon the ground, huddled beneath her cloak as much as was possible for her, while Shavain stood close to sheild her mistress to an extent, while Sagen sat close as well. Soon Saenae came to glide and land on Dawnshadow's saddle, but it was to their dismay that the falcon carried no parchment. Worry came also, as the dark rider continued his approach, though illusive in the sense of visibility.

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Naznor smirked dryly as he raised his sword, releasing a loud cry in an alternate tongue, "Mu'ukn! Pha’ahe ahe’uo rie tivh phozh quaib! Ubtawr pheb!" And with that, the Dark Division set forth with a roar of a cry, rain suddenly driving down from behind them, as though following the Master who was before them in the charge.

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Out near the Weather hills, where the sun still shone through the clinging mist, if one were to look carefully, one would see a rather large force, the armor of which glinted dully in a dark and ominous manner, black and morbidly drab, though mud seemed to be rubbed on the steel as though to prevent it from shimmering in whatever light may have been provided...

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

[OOC-well currently I am having a serious case of writer's block for LotR RPs...don't know why, and school is kinda wearing me out...so I may not post for this week.I may this weekend..sorry for the inconvience. I'm not pulling out, just alerting you.../OOC]

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Altar and his men were in Fornost at last. Through rain and mud, the bannerer came to enligthen up Altar. The bannerer approached Altar.

Sir, he started. We have spotted that two armies started to crush at least 5 hours ago. The situation will be not good for ourselves if we just ran to the battlefield. Men are tired of running, sir.

Altar answered. I can not let my men die for nothing. However, I can not let my kind suffer. So I need a quick decision to make. Bannerer was already away when he was thinking.

As the rain becomes heavier, soldiers were pulled out into the caves in order to run away from being wet. It was the another hour passed without doing nothing. However, he thought of sending scouts to the North Downs.

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

(huh...since Aem is in busy beaver mode what can I do...*thinks*)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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(*chuckles* Perhaps just keep travelling to the North Downs... maybe we can get some action going a little sooner once he does have time to post)

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

(Righto, I think I’ll move onward just a nudge to try to keep interest in it... Please bear with me, since many of us hold fairly busy lives)

As the battle continued throughout the day and drawing into the long night, it became evident that neither force had gained much ground in either direction, but the storm had not lessened, the lightning fierce within the sky, lighting the dark depths of the night.

A loud cry rose above the ringing steel, as Naznor raised his blade into the air, his voice strong and deep, and he beckoned his Dark Division, calling also to his captain. “Sound once again the Darken Horn! Kemv mkabs, quok’k muwtawr, now’wuobr! Wilhv mkabs, quok’k muwtawr, now’wuobr! Phaib ridiniub, muwtawr, nqukiv vhiew muwze!” With all orders given, though the language known only to his captains and to himself, the enemy surged forward but not in unison, as the right flanked and surrounded passed their target, and the left did the same in the opposite manner, while the main formed a point, spearing into the forces of light and driving through to divide them into two.

Naznor, oddly, stayed behind, his figure upon the horse a dark and looming silhouette against the lightning lit sky, his sword returned within the sheath. With a sneer towards the light and dark forces combining in battle, he turned sharply north and casually rode off into the night, his business elsewhere... He came to follow a small crowd headed for the North Downs, and his interest grew, a sly smile coming to show beneath the high peaked helmet, the plumes of raven black feathers dampened down by the rain.

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