I'm hoping to introduce my new charrie into the RP world here -> Sadron.
Its just a random RP , partly because he can be rather weird and random too... And childish... and ...well... put it like this... He's single
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The sun had gone down, and had let darkness cling to every corner, of every table, and every chair. It leaked onto the floor, creating a mirror image of the objet- and yet, wraping it to form, new crazy things, that lingered in the back of his mind.
Ah, those memories had been banished yes, but with the night, a dark uncertainty crept up upon the young elf, causing him to start at any sudden noise, or shiver when a breeze blew past his pointy ears.
He had never told anyone what had happend to him in those years had had been 'missing'. He had never trusted anyone after it, enough to.
Sitting on the window sill in the last Homely House, he had a perfect view of his little garden, and the room. It was too early for him to sleep, the drinking would just be beginning down in the Hall of Fire.
He leant his head back, and sighed loudly, enjoying the breeze on his creamy throught. A knock at the door made him jump violently, and nearly fall onto the floor/ into the gardens belowhis window.

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[You said 'young elf' so I'm assuming Sadron appears, what, sixteen or seventeen? Tell me if not, Meleth can be rougly the same age]

A young female elf about Sadron's age was walking past. She did not know who had knocked, but she smiled just a little as she saw him nearly lose his balance. Her eyes were sad but she looked up and said with just a hint of laughter in her voice, "Best watch your balance!"

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[where and when is this? but I'll just join anyway...]
(oh... and Mel... *Honk*)

Rochendilwen(Rokh-ehn-deel-wehn) sat in the garden just below, reading a book. Her red, waste length, silky, hair sat behind her shoulders and stirred in the breeze. Her long dress skimmed the ground when she walked. The tourso part was tight to the bodes, the meterial: scarlet silk, with golden trims. The sleeves were long, and drooped down at the edges, made with scarlet silk also. The skirt was velvet sattin that blew in the gentle breeze.
The book was bound with brown leather and golden letters. It was a book of old wives tales, and myths, and legends. With keen elven ears, Dilwen heared feet rustle from the window just above. She looked up and spied the young elf almost lose balence.
Dilwen looked about 20-21. The red-head went back to her book...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[I guess so, about 18 to 20; in Imaldris]

Sadron gave her a weak smile, and stood, unkeen to embaress himself further.Adjusting his robes, he stood a wavery step towards a tall white candle, and struck a flint to it, letting the shadows play across his face. "Sorry mylady..."he muttered, blushing at the sight of the elf.

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[so were are we right now? Like in what place in Middle Earth?]

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[Imladris.]

"It's....Meleth. Meleth Elenwen," said the elf with a slight hesitation. "I...haven't seen you here before, have you arrived recently?" she asked a little shyly, trying to make conversation.

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The red-head elf in the garden closed her book, being finished. She wiped some stray hairs out of her face and behind her ear. Standing up, and put the book under her arm, and headed to the library.
Up a few flights of stairs, down a coridor, passing three doors, and finally to the library entrance. The lady Rochendilwen opened the door, and went into a room that was huge, and every shelf, every table space was covored with books. Dilwen, crossed the room to a low, white wood table, and set the book down.
'i need a ride...' she murmered to herself. Rochendilwen left the room, and went to the stable, were a beautiful black horse nieghed, happy to see it's owner. The horse had the speed of a thouroghbreed, and the build of a friesian. With a long mane, the whole body was as black as midnight, accept with one star on her forhead, and a white sock on it's right hind leg.
"Hello sweetie. How are you doing? It's been awhile since we've gone for a ride," she cooed. "Now we shall my spirit star, Fëaelen." She brought the spirited mare out of her stall and tacked her up. The led her out side...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Hm? Me," he stepped closer, seeming not so small now there was light in the room.
He had strangly clear eyes, and stranger still, they were a deep gold, almost amber in colour.
His manners had completely changed "Meleth- a lovely name, for a lovely lady." with a grin he cauht her hand, and placed a quick kiss on it, then dropping it again to gaze at her. "I arrived some days agao... Meleth."

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Meleth flushed and looked down, not meeting his gaze, but then she looked up again, and her eyes danced just a little. "You cannot have been here for long, or you would know that when one is sitting on a windowsill, one must guard against surprises or you may quickly find yourself not on the windowsill but beneath it." She smiled tentatively.

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Something inside Sadrons eyes stirred, like a snake uncoiling, then it disappeared again"I have reasons for being so..." he paused, pursing his lips slightly "careless."

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Meleth gently pulled her hand out of his grasp. "Of course," she said gravely. "Though perhaps a walk in the garden would not offer so much of an opportunity for misfortune?" she said lightly, stepping toward the door. "I would be glad of your company."

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"As I would be of yours,"he grinned, offering the she-elf his arm. He set the candle back down on the table and smiled into her eyes, the fear creeping up in him again.

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Meleth looked a little surprised and then shyly smiled back, taking his arm. Her eyes still looked sad, however, and she said nothing for a moment, then very softly asked, "I have not yet learned your name, my lord -?"

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"Just Sadron, mylady, just Sadron."he opend the door, and steppedout, guiding her with him, glad to feel the presence of a woman again. Catching sight of the sadness in her eyes he looked away"Something bothers you?"

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Meleth looked away. She had hoped it was not so immediately apparent in her demeanor, and she buried the emotions she felt behind her dark eyes. She decided to tell the truth. "My family was killed by orcs. All of them. I find it difficult to stop remembering them." She said this rather abruptly and turned to face him. "It does no good to dwell on memories, though. Tell me of yourself."

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"Ah, mine are of a far darker nature." he sighed softly, the sound escaping his lips gently. He said no more, prefering to walk in silence than relive the terrors of his past.

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