Don't ask where I got this crazy idea, but I blame it on my evil homework that I just finished..-.-
Anyway!, unlike the title, this isn't any normal war, but is instead a prank war, set in the Palace of Mirkwood. It was started as just a little prank for payback due to a rather interesting secret being told, and it turned into an all-out, full-fledged, prank war, one that no one is safe from..not even Royalty, as the case is. Obviously, you either have to be a resident of Mirkwood, or even a guest visiting the Palace.

Characters:
Aradan, Aranel, and Elwen - Yours truly.
Atalante Mithivrin - Meleth
Turwaithiel Lhûgdagnir - Turwaithiel, naturally.
Fearan - Nauriel Rochnur

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Hey, looks fun!

Name: Atalante Mithivrin
Race: Human, but with a tiny bit of elf somewhere in her lineage.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hair: Dark brown, wavy. Not very long, but enough to reach past her shoulders.
Eyes: Brown, quite large.
Facial appearance: Quite pale naturally, with a small straight nose and high cheekbones. Gives the impression of delicacy.
Other appearance: Very slender and not strong.
Personality: Insecure, but gentle and kind. Can be shy and is not very brave.
History: Atalante grew up in Mirkwood, raised by Elves. She has no recollection of who her family was.

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I hope it will be, lol. I really needed to start something..different, so yeah.

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I'll join with Fearan. Post bio later.

Count me in dude! I'm just visiting Mirkwood, I guess.

TranslatioName-Turwaithiel Lhûgdagnir
n- Victorious among the Elves, Warrior
Race: Woodlen Elf
Birth Year-SA 1492
Hair-Dark brown
Eyes-Silver
Face-resembles her father...an stern yet cheerful face
Lineage- Mother- Ithilwen (deceased)
Father- Tegalad
Siblings-Veryangóle
Cousin-Rhavaniel
Married?-No
Children?-No
Weapons- Rivendell Bow with Mirkwood Arrows, Lothlorien Wrist Dagger, Archer's Bane Sword, An necklace that shine when darkness reigns
Animals: An White Mare named Tathar
Basic clothing: She almost always wears an battle-like clothes; an pair of light brown breeches, an white undershirt with an light dragonscale silver vest on top.
History- Turwaithiel was born and raised in the Mirkwood Forest. Her mother died giving birth to her and her brother, Veryangóle, whom are the same age. Her father then left them in the care of an old Dunedain Ranger as he left and went to the Valnior. Turwaithiel has been raised as an Knight Archer of the Forest and Protecter of the Leaf. She is repected highly for becoming whom she is now. Her brother is in Rohan now helping the king.

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Name: Fearan

Gender: Male

Race: Sindarin elf

Age: a couple thousand years old.

Apearance: Tall, even for an elf. Curling auburn hair. Bright green eyes.

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Morning. Normally a peaceful time in the normally tumultuous life in the Palace, though this morning, the peace was shattered by a shrill scream.

"ARADAN!!"

After this shout, running footsteps were heard in the main hall, as well as the slamming of a door.

The shout echoed down the hallway again, and swift footsteps could be heard. The source of the footsteps was Elwen, whose hair was now pitch black, instead of its normal auburn. "You are so dead when I find you, 'Dan!"

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(luv the naturally part on the first post dude )

Turwaithiel was near the bottom of the courtyard, kneeling at an stream when she heard an scream coming from the palace. She turned, being an servent in her mind and friend in another, jumped up and unsheathed her sword, and started running towards the palace, skipping steps as she climbed the stair-well.

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(Hehe..I was hyper when I did that, so..yeah. )

"I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna KILL him!" Elwen muttered to herself, pacing in a small circle while gripping a small section of her now-dark hair.

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Turwaithiel saw Elwen as she reached the top and she called, "My Lady! What is the trouble? I heard an scream near the bottom of the stream a few moments ago."

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"My brother is the problem!" Elwen said scathingly, indicating the hair in her hand. "This is war!"

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Tur put her sword away. "What did he do?"

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"Dyed my hair while I was asleep!" Elwen muttered annoyedly, then turned her head, hearing a shout nearby.

"DID NOT!"

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Turwaithiel hid an smile. "Ahhhh..." She said very matter-of-factly. "That's nice. How can I be of service?" She said, bowing mockingly for this was very amusing. Life for the Elves had been much buisness the past few months and she was glad Aradan broguht some fun back...though she wished he picked an different way to do it.

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Elwen gritted her teeth to keep from retorting to that. "Just..let me know if you see him." she ground out, stalking off.

Seconds after she had left, Aradan stuck his head out of the door of the room he had been hiding in. "She gone?"

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"Yes, my friend. You don't know how hard it was to cover for you! Don't aks me to do it again!" She said, sighing about there eariler confronsation but ended up laughing. "Ah, no worries. I needed this."

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