[Sure- I'd love to start now, but as fate would have it, I'm being threatend if I dont turn the computer off... ><]

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I'll join as Falathiel:
Her bio is the first one

http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=6433

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^^
Shall we?

[Sory its so short ^^"""]
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Rhavaniel chewed nonchalntly on a piece of lembas, flicking the dirt into the small camp fire in the center of the clearing, her gleaming eyes downcast and reflecting the dancing flames of the orange glow.
Her bow lay where she had flung it, a little way away from herself and her folded legs, the quiver at her feet, the newly sharpend arrow's poking out of the tip.

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Vanya sat on the other end of the campfire, the glow of the flames flickering across her impassive face. She started to sharpen her sword, saying nothing to those who surrounded the campfire. Her husband, Thalion, sat at her side, watching his wife in silence.
Vanya, you must let it go. Their deaths was naught of your making. he said to her telepathically, knowing full well she could hear them as if he had spoken.
Vanya gave him a weak smile, appreciating what he was trying to do, but his his words did little to ease her guilt. I was once a defender of Mirkwood, but I abandoned my duty. How many have died in that time past. No matter what happens, I shall never forgive myself for the deaths of my parents and my kin. I was not there for them when they needed me, and nothing will change that. she replied as she turned her attention back toward the dancing flames.
Thalion sighed as he gently squeezed her shoulder. But you are here now. The King will need you before the end. Do not let yourself get distracted, melamin, it will only lead to more sorrow.
Vanya slowly nodded as she stared straight ahead, having no answer to his words.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Can we?

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~art credit~

Drnhelm freed the elf with the message and read what it said. It was a call for aid from Thranduil to Rothel and elf. Too bad he saw that elf slaughtere by a spider no less than a week ago. Still he figured the elves had done so much for the Dunedain he might as well help. As he approached a small fire he saw an a pair of elfs by a fire. "Hello, heading off to Mirkwood are we?" He smiled


-----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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[-stares at the thread- Live! You will be revived - starts a bad CPR impression-]

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(lol, it didnt seem dead to me...)

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there is life after death...

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[^^ I agree -must think-]

"Dernhelm , good to see you." Rhavaniel drawled, brushing off crumbs to extend her hand and smirk playfully.

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"Good to see you, last time i saw you i beleive you looked a far bit younger."

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"Still rude as ever human."The elf chuckled, patting the ground beside her "Sit, tell me what troubles you- I see it in your eyes. Is it the call of that deaf old King?"

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Next to the Elf, in the shadows of the nights, sat a young woman. She was no Elf but a mortal. Silently she watched the man and she smiled soflty by hearing the Elf's chuckle.

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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.

Rhan threw her a grin, and crossed her legs again, tracing the worn leather fondly"He is a fool. But an honest fool..."

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"But nothing more than a fool either," she grinned. She knew Dernhelm, perhaps better than he thought she did.

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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.

"Aye, and wiser if he knows it."The elf stated grinning, and throwing Dernhelm a sly look.

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