Okay, this is set in Dorians years as a Highwayman, because, well, he was much meaner and sarcastic before he met Vanya.

Slowly he opened his dark eyes. Moving carefully Dorian Mith rose from the riverbanks. Up ahead of him loomed the Golden Hall of Edoras, tall and imposing to him. Growling at the shooting pain in his side, he mounted his horse and began to approach the Hall.
Turning his head away from the bitter winds that whispered at the folds of his cloak, memories began to flit through his mind. His dark eyes seemed to cloud over. Ah, he had not meant to harm his lover, Nerine, but now, now it was too late. She was gone, lost to the sands of time. How many years ago had it been? He dreaded to think of it. He had loved her, well perhaps a part of him had loved her, but she had not been enough, no, she had been weak and shy, eventually becoming pathetic in her love for him. He shivered slightly, now he was cursed. An immortal against his will. Ah, how he loathed The Valar and all they represented. Now he was an outlaw, a liar, a thief. Gods, how had he come to this?
His face became a mask of bitterness as he drew level with the gates.

Hehe, not much, perhaps, but a start.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

May I join?
Name : Rhavaniel
Race: High Elf
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Hair: raven black

Eyes: shimmering green
Powers: none
Weapons: A bow of the Galahdrim, and the sword of her father
Looks:
Tall with long raven hair. She has sea-green eyes and a pale complexion. Rhavaniel wears mostly green tunics and lofty white shirts, offten with a short white skirt
Pic : http://www.keirapictures.com/albums/Cap ... VD_175.jpg
Personality: Hot tempered, protective, loyal, helpfull, secretive, arrogant
Other : usually paired with Legolas
History : Unknown

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Certainly, but Dorian can be rather mean so dont be offended^^

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

((I'll join!))

Name: Lenne
Age: 2,015
Race: Elf
Apperance: Tall, slender, has long, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She has quite an athletic body build.
Personality: Sweet, caring, understanding, beautiful, and smart.
History: She was raised in the city of Mirkwood, but decided to take her mother's place as a healer in the Golden Hall of Edoras.
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Lenne was walking through the halls, with a bowl of water that had a small sponge in it. She was to be finishing a man that needed healing. But, she saw someone at the gates. It seemed as though he was an elf or something of the sort. She raised an eyebrow and quickly set the bowl on the ground. She ran down to the gates and let him in. "What happened?" She asked.

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Dorian raised his dark eyes to the woman approaching him.
"Fine... Im fine..." he growled, his face a mask of bitterness "I just need a place to rest.... There is a room?"
He staggered up the steps, his slight frame trembling.
"I just need rest..." his voice was barely a whisper.

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Lenne nodded. "Yes, we have rooms. Here let me help you." She grabbed him by the arm softly and led him towards an empty room.

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Dorian's dark eyes flickered slightly at being offered help, his body tensed.
"Thank you...." he seemed to be battling himself.
"I just need to lie down, I was wounded in a.... Scuffle...."

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Lenne nodded and led him into the room. She slowly laid him down on the bed and lit a nearby candle. "You can rest here for as long as you like. I'll be your healer. So, if you need anything just call for me." She bowed slightly.

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A frown furrowed his brow and his dark eyes burned with growing fever. Nodding slightly, he could not bring his voice to work, knowing it would be wracked with pain; he reached out his hand for the candle, his slender fingers softly cupping the flame. Words flickered though his head:
The dawn shall break, fair and bright, but you, Dorian Mith, murderer, traitor, liar. You shall wander in eternal night, never to rest, you are cursed to immortality, undying pain shall rest upon your shoulders.

Dorian gasped softly, in his fever, the words had escaped his own lips.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Lenne watched him, silently knowing that he was in pain. She looked over his body and saw his cut. She then started unbuttoning his shirt, so that she could heal his wound.

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Rhavaniel rode towards Edoras with a triumphant (sp). She had escaped the fight with barely less than a scratch, but was slightly tired. She squezzed the sides of her horse again, and the shot through the gates. Her raven hair was tied back in the usuall elvish style, her bow was slung over her back, and her quiver hung by her side.
She gave the farmers a regel smile, and handed her reins to a stableboy who had just hurried out of the palace. "Tell your king," she smiled "that the ambassador of Mirkwood has arrived, and seeks audience with Theoden King." The boy let the reins of her horse go, and ran up the steps, trying to hide his amazment at seeing an elf in the Riddermark, apart from their healer.

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(( Might I reply, dear? -grins- I want to test out a new character..))

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((Me or Seral? ^^))

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As he felt his shirt being removed, Dorian sat up and threw her from him in anger.
"Did I ask for your help?" his dark eyes burned in rage, "did I ask for a nurse?"

((go ahead Shadow^^))

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Lenne watched him, feeling a little scared. But, she didn't show any signs of it. She just stared him down. "You need help... no matter what you say. If you aren't helped, you could die." She folded her arms.

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Rhan hurried into the golden hall of Medusel, ignoring the cries of uproar from the guards.

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