Rhayader returned when night had fallen. He left his battle gear at his quaters and changed into more civilian clothes, simple trousers and a light shirt. He walked up the stairs and looked around.
"Erm Hiralir?" He asked aloud.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(I'd love to join but this is going too fast..... *sighs* Would you mind slowing down a bit, my friend? *smiles*)

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

(I would love to have you on board )

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(Ahhh... Sorry Silm, you know me, I'm always roleplaying as if I am writing a book. Which most of the time it is pretty fast for me.)

[font=Arial, sans-serif]"Master Rhayader," came the familiar voice of Hiralir as she came down the steps in a white and silver grown that was made of silk, the moon seemed to be almost reflecting upon it. And she had a white flower placed behind her left ear. "I have been tending to Rhianir and his wound started bleeding again, but now his condition has stablized..." she smiled, changing the subject. "I am glad you have come."[/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

(*grins* Luckily today is my day off from work.... )

Name: Coraliaera Nuonnahel

Translation: Shadow Song of Legend, Keeper of the Ancient Tears

Race: Quenya Elf

Title: High Elf and Keeper of the Ancient Tears, Gem Stones of Light from the Land of Valinor.

Age: Unknown (I think she forgot... lol)

Appearance: Long black and somewhat wavy hair. Striking green eyes, light as a forest beech leaf with darker greyish lines deep within. A face which is fair, though somewhat pale in complexion, with a kind smile. Slim, tall, yet with good strength, though it is hidden beneath a very ladyish figure.

Personality: Kind, caring, and a polite, proper manner, though can be witty and very mysterious at times. Has the air of royalty at times, but is very good at hiding it and can seem as though she is like any other elf.

Attire: Though her figure suits well in a dress, she commonly wears tracker's attire, with a long, large cloak, dark in color.

Weapons: An elven sword, forged in Valinor, and an ancient dagger, made at the beginning of the elven times. Also wields a bow, light in color with intricate designs.

Other: Carries with her on a slender silver chain, a pure white gem, more so a crystal, which dims grey if she is wounded or saddened, or shimmers brightly if she is in battle or if she's joyful.

History: Very mysterious, she comes and goes, so her history is very shadowed and for the most part unknown. The gem she carries is said to have been crafted from the pure light of the undying lands and have powers to enable the keeper to have knowledge, wisdom, and strength. Coraliaera is the keeper of such gems, though the others are hidden, and rarely revealed, being a precious treasure to the elves and a gift from the Valar. These gems are named the Ancient Tears.

Coraliaera went through many battles and trials, though for the most part she traveled alone, prefering the stealth and secrecy of being unseen or unoticed.

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Coraliaera stepped through the streets of Minas Tirith, humming a light and delicate melody. Her grey-green eyes reflected the light of the moon and stars with a dancing quality, while her fair elven face was hidden in shadow beneath a hood. She prefered to remain concealed, though as the streets quieted for the night, the stars almost seemed to beckon to her to resort to the gentle melody.

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

He looked up at her, somewhat amazed by her beauty, especialy in moonlight. He felt somewhat under dressed, but these were his best civilian clothes. He gave a small bow of his head.
"My lady, I'm glad I did too." He said smiling.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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OOC: - Feels jealous - JUST KIDDING! Hmmm...Maybe I should bring Araniel in? But then that would only confused poor Rhayader, one man and three women... What's a guy to do?!?

(PS: Can I just call her Corali? *Confuzzled by the very hard Elvish name)

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Hiralir looked towards Corali and gave a light smile, pleased to see a fellow elf within these lonely streets full of men who would turn their noses up at most Elves, disreguarding them as "too high and mighty," she looked around her and then back at Rhayader. She gently outstretched her hand, softly gripping Rhayader's with hers and she smiled shyly up at him.
"Where would you like to go?" she asked.[/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

(See above post)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Okay, time to bring back another one of my characters.

Name: Rienna
Race: Human. Lives in Gondor.
Age: Twenty-one or so.
Appearance: Curly red hair in one long braid, blue eyes and fair skin. Slender.
Weapons: A small sword.
Personality: Caring, sweet, not bloodthirsty or violent at all. Shy.
History: Rienna grew up in a small village in Gondor. She was an only child. Her mother died recently and her father was in ill health, so he couldn't support both of them. Rienna left, not really knowing where to.
Animals: One aging horse, Star.

Wow, Rienna's pretty normal compared to all of you!
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A young woman wandered through the broad streets of Minas Tirith. She looked a little lost. She was leading a grey horse and her cloak, which was too big, had fallen lopsidedly over one shoulder. Her curly red hair was coming out of its braid, and she kept peering around as if looking for something.

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"Anywhere you like, my lady."
He smiled back and felt a slight rush of blood come to his cheeks. He tried to look away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(Eeep, did you have to recognize her as an elf right away? >< *chuckles* You can call her Cora.... In every RP she has joined, she's hooded yet everyone knows exactly what she is and all right away. *laughs*)

Coraliaera paused, her humming subsiding as she observed the young woman, her eyes glimmering with curiousity, though somehow knowledge. A slight smile could be seen forming beneath the shadowing hood as she inclined her head gently towards Hiralir.

Silently she observed for a moment, though the street beckoned her to continue, as she had a visit to make and a few tasks to accomplish before the night was through.

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

(LOL Melda! But hey, being normal can be good in some cases)


[font=Arial, sans-serif]Hiralir looked at Rhayader, this is the first time she had ever felt this way... Around a man. Why was he any different?
"Follow me, I have the perfect place." She gave a witty smile, heading towards the Southern end of Minas Tirith. [/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

Rhayader let the healer lead him away, keep a hold of soft, small hand.
"Where are you taking me?" He asked looking around as he didn't recognise this area.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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(Time to bring in one of my maleh charries )

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Name: Orain

Race: Gondorian

Age: 30

Occupation: Studying to become a sage

Weapon: A longsword resembling a katana and a shortbow

History: Orain had grown up in Aragorn's court, he had been offered to become one of Aragorn's best soldiers but he had refused, he sought a quieter life. Now he could usually be found ambling through the streets reading a book or just talking to himself.

Appearance: A dark blue, leather tunic with the Gondorian tree design and a long skirt of chainmail with brown boots. He had black, curly brown hair that stopped a little ways past his ear and he had tanned skin. He had dark, brown eyes. (Basically, he's kind of Oriental looking.) [/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

[Yay! A guy!]

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]/// Hiralir pointed to a deepened crack in the wall to the left of them and that it seemed to go on for miles but it was wide enough for a full grown person to fit through. She tightened her grip on his hand and began to walk through. Once they came out onto the other side, the area widened up and they were now outside of Minas Tirith and into the mountain now, she led him a little further down the trail and they eventually came to a wide, cavernous opening where a roaring waterfall fell from the opening above in a pool that bubbled almost to the brim and there were different plants, rich and healthy growing around it. The stars were glowing brightly above.
"The Master Healer would always bring me here when I was a child, it was my favorite place to be when I was little, so I thought this would be the best place to go." She smiled, beginning to walk around the river
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- Orain was walking along the streets, his nose in a book which hid his rich, dark brown eyes from sight. -[/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?