[okay]

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Meleth watched the two newcomers arrive curiously. She glanced over to see Beriadan coming out of his tent to see who they were. She grinned. Good old Beri...

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Miriel glanced at the moon. she heard the sound of hooves, Beriadan appeared and she saw strange folk. Quietly she left her place at the fire, but Miriel wasn't heading for her tent, for she didn't need much rest. The coming of the newcomers would bring enough commotion in the camp so she, shy from nature, would not be needed anyway.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Beriadan bowed to Elegost as he entered. "I welcome you - you are a Dunadan, are you not? We can use all the help we can get, I thank you for coming."

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All of a sudden the camp was astir as a man, blodied on his arms and legs stumbled in and said he had a message. "please, you must listen yo me."Said Dernhelm

-----Name: Dernhelm Goldstar
Gender: Male
Race: Numenorean, Dunedain
Appearance: Tall, Rugged, Brown eyes, Long Brown scraggly hair, Lots of stubble, good Looking for a man.
Age: 88
History: Raised everywhere, predominately with elves. Excellent swordsman, few have, or can defeat him, and has deadly aim with his bow.
Personality: Easy going, funny, highly intelligent but has a dark history.
Weapons: A Numenorean 2 handed broadsword, Elvish Longbow from Lothlorien, and one hunting knife, used for throwing and food.
Armor: Hard durable leather, greaves, vambraces and shoulder plates, all of folded steel emblazoned with the White Tree of Gondor. Under his Leather Jerkin, there is a chain mail suit of Mithril. In Massive Battles, He puts on Gondorian Plate armor and his mithril Chainmail.
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Meleth stood up, frowning. "What is it? - Who from? They have not attacked already, have they?" she asked, paling a little.

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Miriel ran back to the camp. There was a large circle around a man who was covered with blood. Two strong Dunedain supported Dernhelm to the fire and Miriel followed them. "Do.. do you need help with that?" she hesitated, pointing at his bloody arms.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Quickly the elf headed towards the small gathering, and stood opposite the bloodied ranger. "Dernhelm? I havent seen you in years..." tenetively she touched his bleeding arms.
"Sorry I'm late..." she added to the rest of them, flashinhg an apologetic glance.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Meleth shook her head. "It's fine. Beri!" she called, over the sounds of the crowd, "will you come over here?"
The Dunadan quickly made his way over, frowning, and stopped in front of Dernhelm. "Well?" he said impatiently. "What news?"

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Miriel walked over to Meleth and whispered: "I think our plans of sneeking-out will be delayed. What do you think? "

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Meleth nodded. "Most definetely. Don't worry, we'll get our chance."

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"the orcs are massing around us...i barely escaped to tell you that wwe have fortified but we cannot hold. There numbers are byond reckoning, thousands. I barely escaped al;ive."

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Meleth went white. "But that cannot be!" she cried. "Our scouts have not reported any orcs in this area! Dernhelm, you must tell me," she said urgently, drawing nearer, "how far away? Do we need to retreat?"

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"A few legues away. But they are in a ravine. we can trap them and barrage them with arrows."

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Rye walked out of her tent once more hoping that the group had come up with some sort of decision. She wiped her sleep filled eyes before walking over to Meleth.

"Come to a decision yet?"

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Meleth shook her head mutely. She looked at Beriadan. He looked thoughtful. "Well, if we could trap them there it would take care of any threat...but how many? If their host is very large we cannot hope to kill them all."

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