Name: Niell
Race: Dark elf
Gender: male

Weapons: an elven sword with a black hilt, two black daggers.

Appearance: unlike most dark elves Niell has the appearance of a Sindar elf, with long blonde hair, pale skin, and fair handsome features. He often wears a steel gray short sleeved tunic over a long sleeved black shirt accompanied with dark pants and black leather boots.

History:Niell was raised in Mordor. His mother was an elf of Lorien, captured for breeding with dark elves. His father was a dark elf that had served Sauron faithfully his whole life. Although Niell was often cast out or even tortured for the way he looked, the dark lord saw him as a valuble spy, since he could easily go among the elves and not be recognized.
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Niell lay back in the grass. The sound of running water rang in his ears and he glanced over to the cliff edge where the waterfall plummeted down to the Anduin. He could see Rivendell, shining in the morning sun. He sighed and let his head relax.
He smiled as a soft rustling sound came from the trees. "So, you decided to come," he murmured softly

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Evil comes in many shades...

((forgot to put the bio in...oops))


Name: Nessa Miriel
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance (facial): She has thick wavy dark brown hair that goes to her mid-back. She often wears it pulled back into a low tail to keep it out of her way. Her eyes are hazel. Her skin is rather pale although she spends most of her time outside in the wilderness.

Clothing: Her clothing is extremely simple, consisting of a long sleeved black shirt, and dark brown pants made of soft leather. She thinks that armor interferes with movement and speed so for protection (if it can be called that) she wears a light brown leather vest that is open in the front. Since she does a lot of walking in wild terrain she has cream colored leather boots that go to her mid shin. They are extremely flexible and soft, allowing for easy movement and comfort.

Weapons: A 40" elven sword, and a short curved hunting knife.

Personality: She prefers to keep to herself although a nice conversation is always welcome. She is independent, with a fiery temper and spirit to match. Although she is untrusting of strangers, once her friendship is earned she is faithful to the end.

History: Nessa grew up in an elven village on the edge of mirkwood. Although the elves there aided their kin when the need arised, few knew about them. Her father taught her to wield a sword with supreme skill and that fact made her fit in with the boys much more than the girls. She liked nothing more than to spar with the warriors-in-training, and often ended up winning.
When she was in her late hundreds (the equivilant of a 16 year old?) she went out on a hunting trip by herself. When she returned three days later she found her village leveled and her family and friends either captured or slain by warg riders. On that day she swore to hunt the warg riders until her revenge was fulfilled. She spent decades hunting and killed countless wargs and riders. She perfected her technique in battle and soon was a figure that the orcs knew and loathed.
While quest to destroy the ring was occuring, Nessa joined a small scouting party of Galadhrim in an attempt to forget the events in her past and move on. After fourteen years with them a fateful battle occured. The scouting group was strong and could hold there own against most enemies. But on a stormy automn night the group was attacked by a pack of uruk-hai. All of the elves were slain save for three and they were toyed with until the uruk-hai grew bored and left them to die. Two of them passed on after only a few hours but Nessa miraculously managed to survive the night and get to Lothlorien. After her wounds had been treated she left the golden wood.
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"Yes I did," Nessa said as she stepped out of the trees. "Although I'm questioning the sanity of my actions. So let's get it over with. What do you want?"

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

His gray eyes flashed as he looked her over. "Well since it doesn't look like your going to attempt to impale me, why don't you sit down."

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Evil comes in many shades...

Nessa looked at him warily but after a moment, sank down on the grass. "Can you answer me now?" she asked impatiently.

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

Niell sighed, "I know there's been some tension between us in the past, but I need to talk to you about something."

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Evil comes in many shades...

Nessa snorted, "tension? You tried to kill me the last time we met. I thought you were dead until you asked me to meet you."

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

((I have to go for a while, I'll be back on tonight))

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Evil comes in many shades...

(( Can I join? It sounds like fun!))

((of course you can join))

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

may i join?)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((of course))

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

((Please continue I will post later))

Niell sighed, "yes I thought the same about you until a few days ago. An odd coincidence. All these years I thought I had killed you, while you were thinking the same about me."

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Evil comes in many shades...

Name: Aramel Redwood
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 2936
Appearance: Hazel eyes, brunette hair, slim figure, elf ears, beautiful
Apparel: Lothlorien cloak, blue silk dress, bare feet, violet in her hair
History: Her parent's left her in Lothlorien, to be taken care of by Galadriel and Celeborn. She learned how to use a sword and and bow.
Weapons: Bow and arrows, Red Flame (sword) or 'Ruin' in Elvish.
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Aramel soon spotted her friend.

"Don't start playing nice now Niell," Nessa spat at him. "I can finish what I started very easily."

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

Deawen
24
red hair blue eyeswears black alot
is a fighter skilled swords ship
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Deawen stopped at the running water to drink she was exausted from her day she collapsed on the bank. and fell into a deep sleep

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home