((lets say it's durring the WotR! (since the making left all us to it) and figure out a mission, quest, thing to use as a plot! though we could just let it take up were ever... Like one rpg i was in...))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[I just had an idea. Do with it what you will!]

Suddenly a blue light illuminated Atalante's dress from within an inner pocket. She stared at it in surprise, then withdrew a blue stone about half the size of her small fist. It was smooth and luminous, and emanated a clear blue aura.
It changed in the blink of an eye, to a deep red with orange flecks, and suddenly the rock became less opaque and a picture could be seen within it. Atalante stared, the image of a monstrous flaming eye reflected in her own deep brown ones. She involuntarily dropped it, and now everyone could see the great eye. Words began to emanate as if from thin air, a fell language of a dark land, and then faded. The rock went dark and Atalante looked up with round eyes. "
"What...was that?" she said in barely a whisper.

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Firyal was startled as she saw the colorchanging stone.She quickly took of her cloak and threw it over the stone and turned away her face.
"Was.. was that the Evil eye?" she said slowly.

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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.

Atalante just stared down at the now cloak-covered stone. "I - I don't know," she said in barely a whisper. "I picked it up earlier, it was, well, pretty."

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Roina watched the girl's reaction to the rock. "yes that was the eye," the elf said in a cold, dry, soft, yet harch voice, "that was the eye of Saron. Those words were of Mordoron, wich I will not utter here. that stone must be a chip of an old plantir that was told to have shattered a hundred years ago..."

Roina got up and picked up the blanket and studied the rock. The dreamyness that she had earlier, now gone. She went to picked it up, but as soon as her hand was just about to touche it, Roina pulled back her hand as if she had been stung.

"it must be berid of somehow. It will be easy if you can pic it up without getting posessed... but if I touche it... being an elf... I will be forced into darkness... as would any other elf..."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"I could try.." Firyal said slowly. "Both my parents are Haradrim.. people which Sauron thinks to be allie with." Her last of her words faded in the cool night as she thought that these girls could see her as an enemy. But she wasn't she thought sadly, she wasn't.

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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.

Roina smiled gently, getting what the girl was thinking. "Key word! 'thinks' they're allies... And just because you are one, doesn't mean you are on Saron's side..." she said stretching her arm to touche her back just below the shoulder. No one could see the tatoo of a dragon start to glow under her cloths...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Firyal smiled at Roina. "So, what do I exactly have to do..? Can they be destroyed in the first place?"
She looked at the Elf who first had seemed to be so dreamy yet now was alert and Firyal didn't feel any hostility towards these women.

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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.

Roina kept a straight, unemotional face. "You must take it, and crush it into a dust for it to completely loose power. Two large rocks should crush it into smaller pieces, but after that it gets pretty hard..."

(pic of Roina: http://i2.tinypic.com/23mk08k.jpg... eccept she has a cloak that covers the armor and stuff...)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Lol Roina is sure educated about this sort of thing!))

Atalante looked up, eyes round. "Why must we get rid of it?" she said suddenly. "It may not be so evil as you make it out to be."

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((well.. you would too being 1 thousand somthin years old and traveled the world and is slightly a bookworm!))

Roina shook her head, walking back to her mare. She stroked the velvety muzle. "It is... I've only, really, read about such power that evil..." her hand went to the charm than hung from a thick chain. It was a golden galloping horse with ruby eyes.
Sighing, she sat back down were she had been sitting earlier, and rubbed her temples, "Do what you like with it... I don't care! I need rest, I have things that need to be done in the morning," she said dryly...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"No!" Firyal exclaimed, "You do care. You just told us this stone contains a great evil.. Wil you now turn your back at it? You have to help us destroy it or whatever we have to do with it.."
Firyal abruptly stopped talking. She knew she couldn't tell this woman what to do. She had gone too far. Still, she could help them she thought
She turned to Atalante, "What should we do?"

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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.

"I already told you how to destroy it, and Atlante here said 'It maby not be so evil as you make it out to be'! So I'm letting you girls make your own choices. Just because I'm an elf, older, and you decided to do this next to my camp, doesn't make it my problem! I can't even go too close too that... rock... with out it turning me evil..." Roina explained paisiantly, starting to pack up her things...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"I didn't decide to do this anywhere," said Atalante, her temper rising in spite of herself. "How could I know you were camping there? How could I even know that I shouldn't pick up rocks in Ithilien? And if it is a fragment of a palantir like you say, why is it so evil? The palantiri were not evil!" She clenched her fists, trying to quell her rising temper. "Fine. It isn't your problem then." She whirled around and swung her bundle of things up onto her shoulders. "I'm leaving. And I'm taking this with me." She scooped up the stone. "If you want to come, fine. If you want to harp about how evil something is, don't bother."

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Roina sighed, and rolled her eyes. She had other things to worry about than the plantir piece. The temper of the girl remined Roina of her mother. Roina shooked her head, stray red hairs flying, and braid dancing. Her aqua eyes searched the trees for a new clearing to settle down in...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Atalante walked out into the night without a backward glance. Her shoulders were rigid and held angrily, and her dark hair hid her expression but it was most definetely not a smile.

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